𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Brian's Revenge, Heartfelt Confessions, Exploring the Chamber

"I'll be back in a bit," Harry said before he left the apartment in the rain to return the porn DVDs to the movie rental store that evening. Draco was flipping channels again and landed on car racing. After a few minutes of wondering why muggles were so impressed by seeing how fast automobiles can go in circles, Draco turned the channel to a sitcom. After a few laughs at the situational comedy, Draco left the channel and went to take the pair of empty beer bottles and depleted take out boxes to the garbage when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Draco answered.

"Harry?" Brian's voice said. "Where's Harry?" Brian said none to kindly. Draco smirked.

"He's naked and underneath me right now, Brian. Maybe you could call back later," Draco teased in a seductive voice with malicious delight.

"Fuck you. Let me speak to Harry," Brian spat.

"Oh he did fuck me. It was so damn good I nearly lost my mind," Draco said. "I'm sure you remember what it was like."

"Listen you son of a bitch, put Harry on the phone," Brian growled.

"Good idea. I haven't fucked him on the phone yet," Draco said. "But that sounds really kinky. I can't wait to try it." Draco smiled widely with his evilness. "Harry is into that kind of thing with me."

"You fucking liar. Keep your damn hands off him, Malfoy. If you hadn't noticed, Harry loves me. Not you," Brian said.

"Is that so? I didn't hear him calling your name when I gave him those mind blowing orgasms," Draco said seductively. "He was begging me for more and I gave it all to him. I give him what he wants and what he needs, unlike you. You lost your chance, asshole. So give it up and move on."

"Put Harry on the phone. Now!" Brian demanded. Draco smirked.

"He doesn't want to speak to you," Draco said. "Didn't you get the hint when he called to cancel that pathetic little attempt to get him back?"

"Harry. Is. Mine. You better get your shit and get the hell out of our apartment or you will be sorry, you wretched little fucker," Brian threatened. Draco laughed coldly.

"Harry is not yours, Brian. Harry makes his own decisions about with whom he chooses to spend his time. He is not some property to be owned or used. And furthermore this is not your apartment anymore, you idiot. It's Harry's....oh, and also mine since he asked me to move in," Draco pointed out.

"He did not," Brian said. "Harry wouldn't want trash like you around. I know Harry...and...and I love him. So get out of the picture you motherfucker or I will hurt you bad. And I'm not dicking around."

"Brian, honey, get a clue, would you? You. Fucked. Up. Harry knew all along that you were using him. He's very intelligent. His only mistake was caring for you and you were so damn stupid you couldn't even see what you had. Well, I'm no fool and I know who Harry is and what he gives and I don't ever plan on letting him go," Draco said quite truthfully. "So fuck off and go the hell away."

"This isn't over, Malfoy you sorry tramp of a whore," Brian almost yelled at the phone. "I will be around and I will take back what's mine! You can bet on it," Brian spat.