Draco Malfoy & the Unicorn's Creek (Draco x Fred & George)

20: (it gets more fucked, like really)

Draco was reminiscing of his afternoon in the shower. Really, Draco? You fucked it all up again. George was going to tell his brother, they'd avoid seeing him again. And surely, Draco wasn't going to excuse himself, he didn't even know how to do that. Sodding hell. How was he supposed to behave around men? How did others do it? Pansy was something else, she was as crazed as him. You could've beat her up and she would've probably liked it. "Relationships" required softness, vulnerability, qualities Draco had never posessed, and never wanted to posess either. He scowled.

At least, that "fight" had turned him on a little. Even if he wasn't on good terms with the twins, he was enjoying himself, that's all that mattered. Using people could be fun.

Draco grinned and took his d* in his hand. He started jerking off under the warm cascading water. It was nice. He thought back of George and his scared expression. Then let his mind tune off, getting lost in sensations. Finally he came with a grin.

Saturday 28th September, 1998

It was the weekend, and as weekends do, Draco was bored. His tasks were completely uninteresting, mere bureaucratic nonsense, and the Dart Arts books Draco had picked up were nice, but not as nice as practising Dark Magic. He craved the elation of doing something of psychopathic quality. His ego and contemptible nature were back again, he thought of everyone around him as low-lives, even the twins.

Draco decided he needed to get his hands on Fred. Fingers crossed, George hadn't told him about the incident. And maybe, Fred could spark in him something George hadn't. He grinned despicably.

Later in the day, he used the family owl and wrote Fred a similar note. But this time, he would push it up a notch. He asked Fred to meet him in the Common room at 10pm on Sunday, the very next day. He wasn't sure he would accept, but it was worth a try.

He busied the rest of his day with dull reading.

It was 10 o'clock, but not on Sunday, on the very same evening, that Fred arrived through the common room fireplace. Draco was studying on a table when he saw him arrive, rage behing his eyes.

"I know everything that happened, Malfoy. You're going to excuse yourself to my brother or you'll regret ever becoming friends with us."

Draco stared at him speechless. That was unexpected.

"You hear me?" he calmly menaced. "And stop pestering him, or me. You have another chance. Prove yourself. You're not a sympathy-less villain. You're worth better."

He then quickly looked around to check the room was empty, and kissed Draco, holding his jaw.

"That's payback for kissing my brother without asking. Now use your balls and do something better than that manipulative backstab. Okay?"

Fred took a look back, walking off again into the chimney. He vanished into the green flames.

Draco was sunken in his bed. What had just happened? Had he dreamt of it... How did he manage to turn around their friendship, one that was so pure & childlike, into something deeply fucked? Draco didn't even really recognize himself recently. Even though he was glad to see his arrogant airs coming back, this sort of apathetic cruelty was bothering him. He seemed to not care about anything, not his dead mother, not his escaped father, not his friends, not his schoolwork, not his future plans, and not his passions. Even that fiction novel was boring him to bits, and if he ever saw that damned bird Twiggles at his window, he swore he would suffocate it to death.

What was wrong with him? Was this all fine and normal? Maybe his emotions were playing up on him, depression or something. But Draco felt a thousand times more self-assured he had at previous times. It felt like he was in perfect control of himself, and yet, something was kind of off. He lashed out constantly without meaning to.

He needed to do something about the situation. Straighten things up. He kind of had grown to like the twins, though he didn't know what use they had in his life. He couldn't lose Fred. And his bravery was sort of admirable. The way he had stood up for his brother. Draco thought he should focus on him, and him only. If he could corner him alone in a room, then he could have full power on him. His brother wouldn't even try striking back. He'd have him strapped up, begging. He'd make him moan till collapse.

He left off for a shower again, wanking off to his dark fantasies.