Sex Magic Continued

Chapter 25

This is a bit of a transition chapter which means that it's going to be hella fillery so I apologize in advance for how shit it's about to be :) -k

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The way Draco had cuddled up against Harry had meant nothing.

The only reason he did it was because his limbs had given up on him, his body -used to laying down and taking it, not actually giving it; a task that was more tiring than he expected- was left feeling heavy and useless, he was tired, and was still coming down from his climax induced high. Nothing more.

After all, he had gotten back up not ten seconds after not so gracefully falling on top of Harry. If the way he felt secure with Harry's arm wrapped around his back, at extreme peace with his face tucked into Harry's neck, or how his heart swelled at the sound of Harry chuckling had meant anything, they wouldn't have gotten up as fast as they did; they wouldn't have made a beeline out the door like they had. Therefore, it meant nothing.

Or at least these were the excuses Draco told himself the next day.

The idea of him actually fancying Potter was laughable. Having actually laughed in Harry's face at his not so subtle feelings, he should know. Yet the hot-headed Gryffindor had an undeniable power over him that he couldn't understand. He remembered being called out for his "submission kink" with embarrassment.

He had never been able to stand Harry, from the first day they met in Diagon Alley. While he was talking to the boy and trying to be friendly, he wasn't even being listened to. It was infuriating. Then to have his friendship turned down in front of everybody, his ego being publicly torn down like that, only sealed the deal. However, those seven years of pent up anger were forgotten the second Harry put his hands on him, turning him to putty to be molded at will.

He hated it -hated himself- but hated the way he craved that sensation most of all.

"Thinking about scarface, Draco?" Pansy asked in a moking tone that reminded him of his aunt Bellatrix.

"Piss off," Draco spat venomously as the two of them walked to Charms.

Completely ignoring him, she pressed on. "I know you are. You have the same love-sick puppy look in your eyes, ugh." She mimed putting her finger in her mouth to make her vomit.

"Pansy," Draco warned which only made her smirk more than she already was.

"He not pleasing you right? You know I can help you with that," she rubbed her hand up and down Draco's upper arm. He immediately pushed her hand away and scowled.

"Go fuck around with Goyle if you're horny, he's the only one who wants your loose ass anyway."

"Who says he can't join us?"

Draco visibly shuddered at the idea. "I do, now fuck off," he shoved her away as they entered the classroom. She cackled as she went to sit down next to Daphne Greengrass.

Her question popped back into his head as he sat down next to Crabbe. 'He not pleasing you right?' If only she knew how wrong she was.  

Staring at a spot on the wall behind professor Flitwick, he remembered what Harry forced him to confess after attacking him two weeks ago.