Darkening days
It would seem that walking away has become a sort of thing that I do now, leaving Malfoy on his knees in the rain, not very cool of me but that aching was back in my veins and I couldn't stand the way he was looking up at me. Looking at me like he understood this feeling, the feeling that everything is coming to a head and nothing will survive much less my soul. I stomped back up to the tower, flopped myself on my bed and lay there, trying my hardest not to think.
Thoughts of death, thoughts of Draco, usual thoughts, until it wasn't. Until the thought of Draco getting caught in the crossfire between me and myself, or me and Voldemort. That had my blood heating for an entirely different reason and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to run back to the courtyard and drag him kicking and screaming back to the tower. Back to where I could keep him safe and sound from everything.
I don't know if I actually fell asleep or whether I got so wrapped up in my own head that it just ended up being daylight the next time I opened my eyes. Ron was still snoring as I rolled over and checked the time.
5:46am on a Saturday, oh what a time to be the chosen one. I deliberated sitting and stewing in my bed until it was a good time to wake him up and then decided against it, I had too much energy to just sit there twiddling my thumbs. So I got up, made my way to the bathroom and changed into joggers and a white T-shirt. Not school policy but I don't see why I should have to conform on a weekend. I dragged a pair of converse over my feet and padded downstairs. Breakfast calling me, Bacon specifically calling me.
The castle was quiet, it was too early for really anyone to be awake. I strolled along the moving staircases, willing them to change and take me somewhere else but of course my pleas were never heard. Instead I made my way to the house table, plopping down on the empty seat and grabbing a bacon butty and a cup of hot tea, I stared across at the empty Slytherin table. Torn between not wanting to see Malfoy but also wanting to apologise. Why should I apologise? Tapped against my consciousness, absently I spun my wand between my fingers watching as it spun faster and faster until it was barely a blur. Wrapped in my own head so much that I didn't notice the blonde until he was plopping down next to me at the Gryffindor table. Not until pale slender fingers slid up my wrist and plucked the spinning wand from my hand replacing it with strong hands, filled with calluses. Only then did my eyes register the blue ones I was staring at.
“Malfoy” I nodded, plucking my wand out of his hands and placing it on the table on the other side, away from him. Shame suddenly bubbled up my throat, there were only the two of us sitting at this table, only two of us in the hall and yet the phantom memory of his pretty mouth swallowing my cock hung in the air.
“Potter.” His eyes never moved from my face, as he twined our fingers together and slipped them below the table. He took a breath before shaking his head. “Potter, I can help” He began but I looked back down at the table and began tuning him out much like I had the other day with the apple, like I had last night when I came down his throat and he had swallowed me hungrily.
I was taken by surprise when cold hands gripped my throat and turned me to face an utterly furious Draco Malfoy. “I know how to help with the thing crawling just beneath your skin. That thing you’re trying so hard to hide. The thing that's making you want to break something. I know what it is and I know how to help you with it Potter. You don't have to figure everything out alone you know” He smiled at me. This tentative little thing and I would be lying if it didn't do things to my heart and my cock. My fingers twitched in his, itching to do something other than let the boy hold them. I wanted them tracing his skin just so that my tongue could follow their path, I wanted them tangled in his hair as I buried myself in him, I wanted them squeezing his delicate little throat as he reached the finish line. I wanted to break something and i wanted to fix something, I could of ripped my hand out of his, I could of smashed the plates on the table but I didn't I simply sat stiller than a statue staring into grey eyes that churned and swam with emotions and memories that I'm not sure he wanted to relive, especially not with me.
“The thing that’s within you in power” He whispered “I know it was you that destroyed the room of requirement, I watched you leave”
His hand tightened on my own as he stared at me. “I can help” his hand finally loosened on mine but I didn't drop his hand.
“I don’t need that kind of help Malfoy” I muttered, staring at the wall across from me, waiting for the eventual torrents of students that would filter in after smelling the breakfast meats waiting for them.
“Harry” He sighed before dropping my hand all together, that got my attention, the sudden lack of warmth and pressure on my hands I turned to look at the boy. He sat prim and proper next to me, his wand lay on the table to his right, a cup of what appeared to be coffee sitting in front of him instead of a plate of food. He looked tired, exhausted even and not eating wasn't helping him at all. I let my eyes roam over him, he was wearing what looked to be trousers and a button down shirt, does he always dress like he’s going to an event? Purebloods and their weird things about comfortable clothes. His hands were in his lap as he looked into the coffee, presumably trying to decipher the meaning of the universe from how intent he was staring at it.
I swallowed the last bite of my sandwich before standing and muttering “Fuck it”
I spun on my heel and grabbed hold of the Slytherin boy, yanking him to his feet and shoving him in front of me. He came without a fight or an argument, leading me through the castle. How he knew where I was going is beyond me but he knew. After a couple of minutes he pushed the doors open to the room of requirement and yanked me inside.