To Eat Death or Not To Eat Death?

To Eat Death or Not to Eat Death? That is the Question.

(A tale of three boys' Rite of Passage)

Interlude: Body Chocolate

Harry yawned as he squirmed out of Draco's arms. It was almost daylight in the Astronomy tower. A devilish grin spread over Harry's thin lips as he gazed at Draco's sleeping silhouette hidden in the blankets that were strewn across the hard wood floor. *He's sleeping so peaceful. He looks like an Angel, but I know better*.

Harry reached under the blankets and into Draco's boxers. He slowly started to trace a finger up and down the Draco's length.

"Wake up Draco," Harry whispered into Draco's ear. Harry proceeded to lick Draco's ear and trace his way down to the pale flesh of his neck, nipping lightly.

"Hmmm... Harry," Draco purred. He slid a hand down Harry's exposed back stopping to grab his ass. "You know, Potter," Draco drawled. "You really ought to be a Slytherin waking me this way."

"The sorting hat thought I should've been one but I didn't want to end up with the likes of people like you. Besides I know you love this," Harry stated as he straddled the other boy. "You fucking love not being in control." Harry fingered one of Draco's nipples. "It gets you hot." Just then Harry leaned in and bit Draco's neck.

"Ohhh... Harry." Draco rolled Harry to the floor and positioned himself on top. "Funny. You didn't want to end up with the likes of me. You wanted to end up inside of the likes me." Draco began to grind himself against the other boy. "I'm hungry Potter."

Harry squirmed under Draco's narrow hips. "You know, Draco, semen has five calories per tablespoon."

"I didn't mean you, fuckwit." Draco stopped his movement and looked about the room. "I want breakfast, Potter." Draco spied Harry's bag in the corner. "What have you got in your bag?"

Harry was now grinding himself against Draco. "Malfoy, can't you think about food some other time? I think we have more important matters. We'll go to the great hall later."

Draco removed himself from Harry's body and made his way over to the bag. Harry groaned, letting his head fall back, hitting the floor. Digging through the bag Draco pulled out a stack of chocolate frogs. "These will do," he said as he slid atop of Harry again.

"Hey, I got those for Ron," Harry complained.

"And I want food, Potter." Draco glared and began to open one of the packages.

Harry sat up with Draco still on him. With wide eyes he whispered, "But I want you." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.

Draco's scowl dropped. He looked at Harry and brushed his black hair out of Harry's face. "I want you too." Draco paused as he gazed deeply in to emerald eyes. "I love you," Draco murmured in a rare moment of tenderness. Draco's gazed dropped to the chocolate frog in his hand. A trademark smirk suddenly appeared on his lips.

"I love you and I want you." Draco pushed Harry back on to the floor. "I think I have an idea that'll meet both of our needs." Harry's brow furled.

"What do you mean?"

Draco's eyes took on a devilish glint. "Two words, Potter. Body. Chocolate."

Harry smiled and licked his lips. Draco grabbed his wand and mumbled a few words. Instantly Harry's hands were bound.

"And Potter, two things. *I* am in control and *you* are going to scream for me." Draco leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the raven-haired boy's lips.

"I can't wait, Draco. I can't wait."

Chapter 2: Fugue Chicken and Malfoy Manners

Lucius snuck up behind Severus while the unsuspecting victim eating his dinner at the Slytherin table. Lucius grabbed him from behind and Severus jumped and let out a yelp.

"Merlin! You prat! Don't do that. What did I tell you about that?!"

"Hi. Hey, Sev, I want you to meet the girl whose going to save my adolescent life," Lucius burst, speaking animated.

Lucius ran over to a slim girl, with short dark blonde hair wearing Ravenclaw robes. He grabbed her by the hand and led her over to Severus, whose face was faintly flushed with color.

"Hi." She batted her eyes and smiled at Severus.

Lucius started to sit down. "Sev, this is Emma Flint. Emma, this is Severus, or Sevvy."

"Don't call me that," Severus spat at Lucius. Hi, Emma," Severus breathed.

"You can call me Em."

"Yeah, Sev, Em here is tutoring me in Divination." Lucius grabbed a chicken leg and took a chunk. "Anywho," he started with his mouth full, "I told her you could use some help too..."

At that moment, Guy Parkinson ran up to Lucius. "Come on Malfoy! Grab your food and go. We've got another Quidditch practice. You *need* to be there. We'll never keep winning if you don't beat that Gryffindor chaser Potter!"

"Bloody Hell! I just started eating! Stupid Potter," Lucius snarled mouth still full, food flying out.

Severus wiped his face. "Lucius what ever happened to your Malfoy manners? I just got attacked by fugue piece of chicken."

"Sevvy, I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday." Lucius took another mouth full of chicken. "First I had to cram during lunch and then at dinner they pulled another one of these surprise practices and today at breakfast..."

"I get the idea," Severus interrupted. It's just I remember the boy who picked at his food like a girl and takes and hour to eat and claimed it to be 'Malfoy manners.' I wish that pussy boy could see this one."

"Fuck Malfoy manners. And Sevvy, shut up I'm still that pussy boy."

Severus took on an annoyed expression. "Will you stop calling me Sevvy?"

Lucius smiled. "No Sevvy. What you don't like Sevvy?" Lucius pinched Severus's cheek. "I think Sevvy fits you perfect," Lucius teased.

Severus batted Lucius's hand away. "Knock it off, dunderhead, and stop laughing with your mouth open. You look like a ferret like that."

"Rubbish. Rubbish, I say," Lucius exclaimed

"Come on! Hurry up Malfoy."

"Hold on." Lucius turned to Emma and Severus. "Sorry, Em, I forgot about practice. Um, why don't you stay here with Sev though? He'll fill me in later," Lucius suggested.

"Malfoy," Guy shouted impatiently from the door.

"Crikey! I'm coming already. Bye guys." Lucius grabbed two legs and dashed out the door. Emma and Severus were just left there to entertain themselves. Emma sat down and she and Severus struck up a conversation.

*~ Two Weeks Later ~*

Severus snuck into the Slytherin boys' dormitory, got undressed and slid into bed - only to realize someone was already there.

"Ahhh," Severus yelled.

"Shhh!" Lucius put a hand over Severus's mouth. "Shut up, you big ogre. You'll wake everyone." Lucius removed the hand from Severus's mouth.

"What are you doing in my bed?!" Severus pushed Lucius aside and got comfortable leaning against the head board. "You scared me half to death. Why aren't you a sleep in YOUR bed?"

"Where were you," Lucius questioned.

"What?" Severus raised an eye brow.

"Where were you? You promised, promised, me you'd help me with Potions and then we'd get into trouble." Lucius crossed his arms and pouted, resembling a disappointed child.

"I was with Emma. I'll help you tomorrow."

"No Sev. You promised - again. And you broke your promise - again. You know, I haven't seen you for the past two weeks at all. You've been with her all the time. You have a best friend, you know."

"Do I?" Severus questioned.

"Yes! One you're neglecting."

"We're best friends?"

Lucius threw his arms up. "Geez, what do you think I am? You're my best friend."

"Oh." Severus bit his lip. "I'm really sorry Lucius. I just like her a lot."

"You like Emma! Emma," Lucius yelled exasperated. "That whorish bitch! Merlin, Sev you can do better than that!" Lucius crossed his arms again and scowled.

"She's NOT a whorish bitch," Severus stated angrily.

"Yes, she is! She's diddled half the house!"

"Take it back."

"She's a whore!

"Take it back!"

"Emma Flint is a first rate slut, Sevvy!"

Severus voice took on a low growl. "Do not. Call my girlfriend. A slut."

"Your girlfriend," Lucius choked. "Oh." Lucius got up and went to his own bed. Neither one said another word.