Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

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Draco and I were playing around when a loud shriek echoed around the vaulted ceilings. Draco froze, he wasn't familiar with what was about to appear. He gave me a worried look before looking around the room in an attempt to locate the creator of such a violent noise.

The screams slowly turned to sobs, it was then that my suspicions were confirmed. A school girl floated in through one of the walls. She had her hands covering her eyes. Draco opened his mouth but nothing came out. He eventually uttered,

"hello?"

The girl's head snapped up and anger filled her face.

"Oh that's it! Pick on the poor crying girl, just like the rest of them. You're all the same" she screamed. The girl's eyes then moved away from Draco and focused on me.

"Oh Harry, I didn't see you there. How are you?" She asked in her classic, sickly sweet voice.

"I'm fine myrtle, thank you for asking" I replied calmly whilst trying to carefully position the bubbles is a way that would preserve my dignity.

She quickly flew next to me and asked,

"who is this boy you're sharing a bath with?" I turned to look at Draco, he was now more confused then frightened.

"That's Draco, Draco Malfoy" I replied.

"Oh, you look quite different without your uniform on" she said peering at him closely.

Draco stood slightly more confidently now. I noticed that he made no attempt to cover his body.

"Myrtle, what's upset you?" I asked sympathetically.

"Oh just the usual" she sighed, "boys were being horrible to me in the Slytherin toilets."

Draco cleared his throat before saying,

"who?" Myrtle turned to face him.

"That despicable pair of boys" Myrtle said as she started to get tearful again.

"I bet it's Crabby and Goyle" Draco stated.

"What would they be doing in the girl's toilets?" I asked.

"Probably perving on girls" Draco replied looking disgusted.

Myrtle bust into loud sobs once again.

"Oh no Myrtle, please don't cry" I said doing my best to be comforting. Her eyes glanced over to where he had left the bottle of Hermione's pills. 

"What are these?" She said dashing towards them.

"Just my vitamins" I blurted out. She looked at me as if to say "really?"

"You can't keep secrets from me, I hear it all" she said with a slight whisper.

"They're Hermione's" Draco said. Myrtle didn't look surprised, but I on the other hand, couldn't believe Draco had told her.

"Do you think you could help us Myrtle?" Draco asked politely.

"Depends" she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Could you help us distract Hermione long enough for her to get the last of those drugs out of her system?" Draco said attempting to recruit Myrtle.

"Yes, but I don't understand what I could do" she said with a hint of scepticism.

"Well you could just keep an eye on her and if anything goes wrong just come and get me and Potter" Draco said.

"Alright, I'll do it" she said.

"Thank you" I said.

"Where is she?"Myrtle asked.

"In her room" Draco answered.

"Goodbye" she waved as she floated through the floor.

Draco turned to me and said,

"god damn, you're a piece of art work" then he wrapped his arms around my neck. He rested his forehead on mine.

"I really think we're going to help her" he whispered.

"I hope so" I replied in the same whisper.

"Just like how you helped me" he said stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I don't think I did help you" I said.

"Of course you did, there will be times when I drift away, but you are always, always there when I come back to the surface" he said with a smile that made me want to never ever leave this place. To just stay in his arms forever.

"I always will be here" I replied. Draco bit his lip and I chuckled. He smashed his lips against mine. I returned the kiss with the same passion. It wasn't long before he moved on to my neck, above the line that we agreed on.

"Hey, you know the rules" I moaned.

"I want everyone to know you're mine" he said in between sucking.

After a short moment a large purple splotch formed and was extremely visible just under my jaw line. Draco moved his hands into my hips and said,

"you're like my canvas and I'm the painter" as he admired my neck.