There Is a Beast in My Bed

~Chapter Nine~

~Second Thoughts~

"Now I have ruined your clothes," Draco said as the rain stopped abruptly.

"One more reason to take them off, then," Harry replied with a devilish smirk.

Draco smiled at Harry, walking toward a doorway sealed with drapes. "Come."

Harry followed him through the doorway and found himself in a small, dimly lit bathroom. The only light source was a few candles here and there.

A shiver of anticipation ran down Harry's spine. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that finally he was getting what he had desired for so long.

"Take off your clothes, Harry," Draco's seductive voice said behind him. Draco's hands came from behind, opening his wet cloak.

Suddenly Harry felt nervous. How could a simple order from Draco's mouth be such a turn on? Yet, he had been molesting Draco for a few weeks, and now when he was about to reach his goal, he wasn't sure any more. He knew he wanted Draco, but where had this nervousness come from?

He jumped a little when Draco's lips touched his bare neck.

"Er...Draco?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Harry." Draco's breath brushed his ear.

"I'm not sure about this. . ."

"What?" Draco pulled away, turning Harry around. Draco looked Harry in the eye. "Am I going too fast?" he asked, raising a brow.

Harry rolled his eyes. "No, I don't mean that. I. . .I just want to know that you are in this, too. You aren't doing this just to get rid of me?"

Draco stared at Harry in shock for a moment before puling Harry into a tight hug. "Oh, Harry, you have no idea."

Harry's stomach dropped. So, Draco was doing this only to get him to stop his harassment.

"Do you want me to drink Veritaserum to prove to you that I'm not fooling around?" Draco kissed his neck again, then took his earlobe between his lips.

Harry gently pushed him away. "Are you okay?" he asked, suspicious.

Hurt flashed across Draco's face. "Just forget it," he said, barging away, angry.

"Draco, wait!" Harry rushed after him. "Wait, you wanker!" He reached Draco before he got out of the trap door.

Draco whirled around, his eyes blazing with alice. "I tried, Harry! I tried to be the someone who you wanted me to be, and now I see that it wasn't enough," he sneered, turning around to leave.

"No!" Harry shouted and the trap door, which Draco had pushed open, snapped shut.

Draco turned to look at Harry, who looked shocked at his magical outburst. Draco sat down on the ladder leading up to the door. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair.

Harry looked down at his feet, biting his lip. "I didn't want you to change," he said so quietly that Draco almost didn't hear it.

"Then what do you want?" Draco asked, looking at Harry, no longer angry but desperate to solve the matter.

Harry kneeled down in front of him. "I want you to be your arrogant self, not someone who you think I would want," Harry said, touching Draco's knee gently. "The thing is that I want you, Draco."

Draco licked his lips, looking away. "Maybe we should take a break," he suggested.

"A break?" Harry asked in disbelief. "We haven't even started yet."

"That's just it. We haven't started, so why don't we take some time off and have a fresh start?" Draco stoop up. "Alohomora." The trap door opened.

Harry sat on the floor, his eyes shut as he heard the door closing behind Draco.