Durmstrang's Pretty Boy- Drarry Fanfic~ Book 1 of 3 in The Pretty Boy Trilogy

Chapter 6

 I skip potions and meet Viktor in the dining hall "I fucked up." I state, plopping down in my seat and he looks up from his lamb chop.

 "What'd you do?" He asks, sipping on his drink.

 With a sigh, I wait for him to swallow, before I tell him "I kissed Harry." his eyes bulge and I continue "I got another pain, so he pulled me into the abandon laboratory and pulled off my shirt. He was massaging my shoulder to try and get the feeling back in it and I was getting pretty aroused, so I turned around and kissed him. But he didn't kiss back and I grabbed my stuff and ran out and I don't know what to do. What should I do?" I hypoventilte and hold my head in my hands.

 "First of all." he pulls my head out of my hands and looks me in the eyes "You need to calm down." I nod and start to forcefully calm myself "B..." I gloss over the fact that he just did that and he continues "Maybe he liked it?"

 "No." I shake my head and lick my lips "He would have kissed back. Why didn't he kiss back?"

 "Draco." he sighs and starts to pile my plate with food "Eat this, then we'll go back to the dorm and you can take a bath."

 He eats, but I mostly just shuffle my food around my plate. When we leave, we pass The Golden Trio in the hallway and I immediately look away from them, but Ron stops us "Krum, you coming to the library? We're heading that way."

 "I'll be there in a minute." he smirks.

 "What about you, Draco?" Hermione asks and I look to the ground "Are you okay?"

 "Yeah, I'm fine." I lie, before clearing my throat "I'm not going to the library... I'm just going to take a bath and go to bed."

 "You should come." Hermione smiles and I shake my head "Seriously, what's got a knot in your wand?"

 "Viktor, you go ahead and have some fun. I'm heading to the dorm." he starts to argue, but I leave anyway.

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 There's only one thing that cheers me up when I'm down. Pleasure. So, when I get back to the dorm, I go start the bath water.

 When it's almost done, I walk back to my trunk and pull out the licorice wand I got during the world cup. The way they package them; it's tightly wrapped in plastic.

 After I cut off the water, I climb in and start stretching myself out.

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 "Draco?" Viktor screams as the door slams.

 Before he can walk into the laboratory, I sling myself to sit on my bum. The licorice wand pushes further inside and I moan in discomfort as Krum walks into the laboratory.

 "Did I interrupt something?" he asks and I blush "Okay, I'll leave you alone." And with that, he shuts the door and I get back to work.

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 On Thursday, I sit next to Viktor as the school settles into their seats. I have yet to speak to, or look at, Harry Potter.

 When the Goblet spits out Viktor's name, I give him a manly hug. After he leaves, I go into a shut off state and I don't really pay attention, until the fourth name is called. A name that shouldn't even be called. First, because he's not seventeen. And second, there should only be three names.

 Harry Potter.

 It's not until he's out of the room that I dart towards Hermione and ask "What does this mean?"

 "I don't know." she states.

 But I can't help myself. I repeat "What does this mean?"

 "I don't know." She repeats and we stare at each other for a long moment.

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 "Draco?" I look up from on of my muggle books, expecting to find Hermione about to sit in her seat.

 Today is Friday. I sit in Dark Arts. I got here earlier than I usually do, so I could read a book by an American Writer.

 But, it isn't Hermione. It's Harry "Do you mind if I sit here? Ron has gotten his wand in a knot."

 With a glance over my shoulders, I find Hermione sits next to Ron. After I give a short nod, he sits next to me. About two minutes later, he sighs "About Tuesday-"

 "It was a mistake." I blurt out, before looking up to him and closing my book "It was the heat of the moment. It wouldn't have happened if I wasn't... aroused." I blush, but keep going "But I get it. You're not into me and I'm not into you." I lie with a shrug "I'm sorry it happened. It won't happen again, I promise."

 He sighs and starts to pull out his supplies "Yeah... a mistake." He whispers to himself, but I still pick it up.

 Today, Moody decided to let us have a day to review, and he went into his office. A few people left, but I stayed and talked to Harry "So, you're not straight?" He asks and I shake my head "So, gay? Bi? Pan?"

 "Gay." I state, spinning my hat on my finger. With a chuckle, I continue "Some would say I'm blessed to be in a school full of boys... but I'm not into that type."

 "What type are you into?" he asks and I shrug.

 "Someone who isn't all jock and not all brain." I sigh and drop my hat on the table "I'm into shorter guys for some reason."

 He gives a weak smile, before asking "You don't have to answer, but, pitcher or receiver?" I give him a confused look, so he continues "Big or little spoon?" I give him the same look and he sighs "Fuck or be fucked?"

 "Oh." I blush and look away, before looking back up and licking my lips "I'm a bottom." I sigh "I'm the one being penetrated." he nods and shifts in his seat "Is that weird for you, or, something?"

 "No." he replies innocently "Just didn't think you'd be a bottom." he shrugs "Seeing as you get in peoples face."

 "All bark." I smile, before tilting my head to the side "Unless I get startled."

 He sighs and looks around "Do you want to get out of here? We can go to the library, or something?"

 "Sure, why not?" I grab my stuff and stuff my hat into my bag "Where do you want to go?" I ask as we leave the classroom.

 "You can't be comfortable in that uniform?" he asks and I shrug.

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 "So, this is your room?" Harry asks as he sits on my bed.

 "Yes, yes it is." I sigh, as I dig through the mountain of sweets in my trunk. Eventually, I give up and start tossing the sweets onto the ground "Viktor's admirers often send him sweet baskets, and he doesn't like sweets, so he just dumps them in my trunk."

 "And you?" He asks and I hum in recognition "Do you have any admirers?"

 "A few Durmstang boys want me on their leash." I shrug and toss more chocolate frogs on the ground "Was a few times... but they're all incompetent."

 "When was the last time you were with someone?" he asks and I give him a different look "What?"

 "Right before the World Cup." I sigh and finally find my biker boots "There they are!" I smirk, before shoveling the candy back into the trunk.

 "Why is there a licorice wand under your pillow?" he asks as I pull off my shirt. When I glance back, I remember last night.

 After a blush creeps across my face, I walk over and toss it into my side table "That's a long story." Followed by a clearing of my throat.

 When I look at him, he blushes and looks down at the ground "So, you're single?" he asks.

 "Yes." I sigh, before pushing off my pants and reaching for my skinny jeans "Don't suppose you know any gay tops?"

 "I know one." he sighs, standing up and walking towards me, only to lean against one of the bedposts and crossing his arms over his chest "But he's bi, not gay."

 "Oh yeah?" I ask, zipping up my skinny jeans "Who is he? I might go knockin on his door later."

 He scoffs and walks forward. When he looks up at me, my breath hitches and, as he pulls me down to him, I know this must be why he was asking oh so many questions.