𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Cold Hearted Hero With A Vice, Thinking of the Real Deal

The dungeons of Hogwarts were always damp. Always. No matter that it was April and had rained for the past week and a half. Even if it was the middle of July and five hundred degrees outside the damn place would still be damp.

It was Draco Malfoy’s seventh and final year of Hogwarts. The end of the misery of living in this damp hell drew ever nearer. Draco lay in his four-poster bed of his private room. It was nearing one in the morning on this Friday night. Blaise had gone just two hours before after having her tri-weekly fuck. Draco didn’t care. A piece of ass was a piece of ass no matter who it was from. Two nights before it was Zachary Moss of Ravenclaw in his bed and the night before that it was some fifth year from Gryffindor. What was her name? Oh well, it didn’t matter anyway. Gryffindors are stupid like that. All except one anyway.

Potter. How different he was now. Potter hardly ever came around anymore. He was just too damn good for that. The feud between Malfoy and Potter that had rocked Hogwarts since they’d arrived in first year was hardly now even a sizzle. Harry had spent the last few summers in specialty training with the top Aurors and Dumbledore and was now virtually unstoppable with his magical abilities. He no longer used a wand having mastered wandless magic and his strength was phenomenal. Draco suspected that even Dumbledore was just a bit afraid of him. Potter was solitary with himself at school. He ate with his house members occasionally when he actually showed up, but even the Weasel and that mudblood Granger didn’t hold his attention for longer than a few minutes. Harry was too busy with something all the time to be bothered. Harry would disappear for two or three days at a time and nothing was ever said as to his whereabouts. Even the old man didn’t seem to know or care.

And of Voldemort? Yeah, he was still around planning something horrid for the little hero. Some dastardly plan to finally kill him. Everybody was waiting for it. Any day now the fucker would just come out of the woodwork for Potter. It was a given. Draco snorted at the foolishness of it all. Potter was just waiting on it. Draco hadn’t seen Harry in a few days. It’s not like he was looking for him or anything. Fucking damp dungeons.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and decided that no matter how many fucks he had tonight he needed a stroll. Maybe to the Astronomy Tower to have a smoke. After all, Draco had just snorted up the last of his powder. He had just turned eighteen and nothing in the world seemed to matter anymore. Yeah, he’d taken that stupid dark mark to please his overly foul father. So what? Draco decided not to serve anybody but himself and if some stupid brand on his arm let him live the comfortable life, then so be it. Draco shrugged on a pair of black jeans and a black shirt. It was camouflage for stealth in the hallways. Filch was still around with that stupid fur ball of a cat somewhere.

Draco left the dungeons with his pack of smokes in hand. He only had to duck into a corner once because of two third years that were trying to sneak around. Stupid little twats will end up getting caught anyway with all the noise they’re making. Draco crept up the stairs and opened the door quietly. He walked over to the stone wall, lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into the light breeze that was always present here on the highest point of the flat space on top of the school. Draco stilled for a moment and turned his head just a bit at hearing some soft moan.

Great. Some brats fucking up here as always. Might as well have a little entertainment while I’m here, Draco thought. He moved silently around the corner and locked gazes with Harry Potter being sucked off by some little blonde. Harry was twirling a lollipop in his mouth and was sitting nonchalantly on the stone wall getting his jollies. Harry never let his gaze leave Draco’s as he just sat as if it were nothing to be caught in the act. Draco playing his part just leaned up against the wall and continued his cigarette as each smirked to the other.