He Called Me Pit

Wizarding Rendezvous

"Pit. Pit!" Malfoy's face was inches away, his brow furrowed in annoyance. Pitbull jumped in surprise and rubbed his face self-consciously, embarrassed to have been caught in a day-dream.

"Sorry Draco, I just zoned out for a second."

"Bloody Hell, Head Boy." Malfoy reclined on a desk catty-corner, his lean arms casually folded behind his head. "You can't help thinking of me even when I'm right in front of you, can you?"

Pitbull yelped in surprise and focused intently on a bird building its nest outside a window. "W-what are saying Draco?"

"Tsk, don't lie to me, I can see it written all over your face."

Damn it. "Alright fine, you got me. It can't be helped, I suppose." Malfoy's eyes widened slowly, his smile growing deeper. "Can't be helped?" He gently slid off the desk and strolled towards Pitbull, hands in his pockets. "Do elaborate." Pitbull backed away, his heartbeat quickening as he felt his shoulders hit the cold stone of the classroom wall.

"Well, I just like thinking about you, I guess." Pitbull's voice was a breathy squeak now, a mouse afraid of the cat. Malfoy's eyes swallowed his field of vision as he approached, a sadistic gleam emanating from their depths.

"Now the real question is.." Malfoy extended his hand, twisting it around Pitbull's tie and sharply drawing him forward. "...Why did you ask me here?" Pitbull regarded the quidditch captain, his face flaming red. Rappers don't let themselves be dominated like this! He closed his eyes for a moment, calming himself with a heavy sigh. An offensive herbal smell hit him almost immediately...could this be...it was! Marijuana! That bastard thinks I'm a bloody pushover, does he? Pitbull opened his eyes, a freshly conjured icy calm plastered across his face.

"That depends..." Swiftly loosening the lad's iron grip, Pitbull lifted and pinned him roughly against the adjoining wall. "...Are you going to behave?"

"Pit? What-" But Pitbull didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, covering Malfoy's mouth with one hand and thrusting his arms above his head with the other. His dark sunglasses reflected Malfoy's pale face, which for once, Pitbull noticed with satisfaction, was ever so slightly rosy with blush.

"I know you think you're the King, Malfoy. I know what your henchmen call you, Crabbe and Goyle and all the others. I watch how you stride around school, hexing the prefects and pranking teachers. Merlin's beard, I wonder what your house would say now, seeing their esteemed leader completely at the mercy of an innocent chap like me." Pitbull's soul patch quivered, surprised by the flow of words dripping harshly from his mouth. Malfoy's expression darkened, and his sadistic expression returned.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Pitbull. Is this where that sexy ego of yours has been hiding?" He mumbled through Pitbull's hand, his breath hot and fast. Refusing to be unnerved by Malfoy's compliance, Pitbull brought his lips down towards the shorter lad's as Malfoy tilted his chin upwards, rapidly closing the 6 inch gap. Before their lips touched, Malfoy paused. "Not so fast, Pit. I'm not done with you yet." Malfoy maneuvered a wrist free and squeezed Pitbull's face with his free hand, squishing it tightly until a blush surfaced again. "Your skin's so smooth, Head Boy, what do you wash it with? Some fancy product your manager buys for you?" Pitbull nodded slowly, the first signs of embarrassment beginning to return. "Something so pure...I can't help myself." Malfoy suddenly threw his weight forward, causing Pitbull to fall back with a hushed cry. Blimey, I guess Draco was letting me feel like I was in control this entire time. Malfoy knelt on either side of Pitbull's chest, his grin the only thing visible as his platinum-blonde locks fell into his face.

"Draco, you prick, that hurt!"

"Shh, Pit, Professor Slughorn will hear. It is after hours, after all." Pitbull was quiet at this, though he stiffened and then inhaled quietly as Malfoy grabbed his nonexistent hair and jerked his head back. "I know you don't remove your sunglasses, so I'll leave them be for the moment, as much as I want to see your full expression." His mouth drifted lazily towards Pitbull's ear. "In fact, they might actually help you hide this."

Pitbull's mouth went dry. "Hide what-" He never finished his question, as a sharp gasp left his lips and his body contorted in shock.

"Be a good boy and hold still, will you?" Malfoy purred, and resumed biting his initials into Pitbull's neck.

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To be continued...😈