Hogwarts Pretty Boy- Sequel to Durmstrung Pretty Boy (2 of 3)

Chapter 10

As I barge into Umbridge's office, she looks up in shock "I'll sign off on the lack of tape, if you stop with this bullshit!"

She gives an amused look, before asking "You'll admit it in front of the whole school?"

I shake my head and she furrows her brow "You can print it in the profit, I don't give a shit, but you will sign a contract that confirms my conditions."

She takes a piece of paper and asks "What are your conditions, Mister Malfoy?"

I furrow my brow and declare "You keep Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle, away from me, and Harry Potter."

She writes it down as I continue "Move Crabbe and Goyle out of Blaise Zabini's and my own, dormitory."

She writes it down, before asking "Anything else?"

"Blaise and I can sit at the Gryffindor table." She looks up to me, instantly, and I continue "We're allowed in Gryffindor Tower, and Gryffindor students: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley are allowed in Slytherin. Also, one other, unspecified student."

She shakes her head "I can't do that." I furrow my brow and she reminds "It's school rules."

I shrug "I'm sure you could bend the rules, just this once." She presses his lips into a fine line, before I declare "I'll be able to sit with Harry, or Blaise, in every class."

She takes in a deep breath, before I demand "This will be my last detention for stupid causes."

I check my watch and declare "Those are my demands. Write it up, sign it. When I sign off on the other contract, I'll sign this contract, and this will be over."

And without an opportunity for her to speak, I'm out the door.

~

That night, I sit on the couch as tears slides down my face. Harry stirs in bed as I wipe my face.

The dreams of Viktor have returned, and it doesn't help that I'm making a deal with the devil.

But this dream was more than weird. It was downright ghastly.

Usually, I dream of the rapes, but on this night, I dreamt of something peacefully odd.

Viktor and I were in our old dorm, and we were doing the exact things we used to. I was reading a book, and he was benching me above him. It was an ongoing joke between the both of us. I would continue to gain muscle, and he would push his strength.

But he helped me stand, and I walked over to my bed to lay on my stomach and continued to read.

He came to sit next to me and stated "You've lost weight. A lot of weight." I simply hummed, before he sighed "You've changed."

I glanced up from my book to find he looked worried. I gave a weak smile "All people change."

He laid on his back, next to me, and remarked "Not all people get raped." I scoffed and turn the page "You used to stand for something."

I gave him a confused look and he declared "The old you wouldn't have let your rapists win."

I furrowed my brow at him and reminded "Umbridge was only going to keep pushing."

He shaked his head "The old you would have been more cunning." I scoffed again, before flipping the page.

After a long moment, he sighed "Draco, you're going to continue to change..."

I looked up to him and asked "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" And before he could answer, I woke up.

As Harry sits up in bed, he pants for air and I try to hide the fact that I've been crying.

I look at him and ask "Are you alright?"

He furrows his brow and remarks in sarcasm "I just woke up in a cold sweat. I'm fucking fantastic."

I scowl at him and declare "I was only asking! No need to be a twat about it!"

He scoffs, before swinging his legs off the bed and pulling on his pants "Well, maybe it's fucking obvious that I didn't have a good dream!"

I cock an eyebrow to him and speak to him, equally as sarcastic "I'm sorry, what would you like me to say? I'm sorry love, but everyone has shit dreams?"

He scoffs, before crossing his arms in front of his chest and declaring "Why is everyone on my arse?"

I furrow my brow and asks "Beg your pardon?"

As he pulls his shoes on, he insists "First, Seamus. Then, Ron and Hermione. Now, you! Being complete arseholes!"

I look at him in utter shock "All I asked you, was if you were okay! I'm not on your arse!"

He lunges at me and hisses "You're always on my arse!" He mocks "Harry,  I'm not in the mood!"

I furrow my brow and remark "I'm sorry I was raped!" When a chuckle, angerly, he sighs in annoyance "You can't blame me for that!"

He scratches his forehead, before declaring "I hate you for it! You should have fucking told me! And now, you're around all three of them, and you're not reacting at all!"

I furrow my brow and asks "What, do you want me to slit my wrist over it, or something?"

He sighs and rolls his eyes, before I furrow my brow "You think they didn't rape me!"

He sets his jaw and declares "I'm more angry about it than you are! They raped you!"

I set my jaw as he walks over to the nightstand to retrieve his wand "You think I don't know that?"

He shrugs, aggressively, before remarking "You're not reacting to it! I mean, you're sat next to them, for every meal and class!"

I shrug, before declaring "I guess I don't really see them as students of Hogwarts."

He sets his jaw, a pissed look on his face.

He walks past me, towards the door, causing me to ask "Harry, it's the middle of the night! Where are you going?"

He scoffs and slams the door, leaving me alone at two in the morning. All I can say is "The fuck?"