With a taste for Vanilla

In which Malfoy smells like Vanilla and bites his lower lip and Harry just don't know what hit him…

Have you ever meet someone who smells like vanilla? The question might be simple but honestly have you? Because I suddenly experienced the sweetest aroma I've ever smelt and it made me lose what little sanity I had left.

My gaze snapped away from the boring schoolwork that lied in front of me and I found myself staring up in the face of my archenemy. Or at least that's how we have seen each other all these years.

I don't really remember how it all started, don't know if anyone actually does, but sure to say we've kept going at it. Like two rabid dogs trying to bite each other's throat out, always hindered by outer forces. For our own good they said... And usually I agreed.

"Harry!" Hermione said with a sharp voice as I got up from my chair and faced down the blond pure blood. He looked up at me (yeah a late growth spurt had actually made me taller than Malfoy, how cool isn't that) as I frowned at him and the vanilla aroma he extracted.

I supposed that I looked angry or simply dangerous as Hermione felt the need to rise up as well to put a calming hand on my shoulder. "Harry", she repeated and squeezed my shoulder. I just stared at Malfoy's unsure expression and how he fiddled with his hands. Almost as if he was nervous. I snorted at the thought; Malfoy wasn't one to be scared. He was an arrogant prick, spoiled and a little broken after the war... But honestly who wasn't?

"What is it Malfoy?" I asked with a vicious voice. Why vicious you might ask? Well I guess a seven-year-old habit die hard. Malfoy always had the ability to bring out the worst in me. Strangely enough, the vanilla scent made me lean forward when my guts told me to stay back... Malfoy remember? The one who broker my nose at the Hogwarts-express, the guy almost crucio-ing me because I'd interrupted him crying in the bathroom. The same person who let Voldemort's Death Eaters into the castle to kill and torture... Still... that smell.

I masked my movement of leaning in making it a threatening step forward accompanied with an irritated expression. And... Malfoy actually stepped back..! Malfoy... Stepping... Back... Wow the worlds usual laws seemed to have disappeared and left hilarious illusions in its wake. Hilarious because of their unrealistic presentation of how reality worked. Malfoy for example didn't back down. Never had and never would, not even with three wands pointed at him and threats of stinging hexes or worse... Not that Hermione, Ron and I had actually cast said stinging hexes on him... But we were in a bit of a tight spot and bloody Malfoy had been inconvenient as usual. And then Snape had shown up and yeah... Detention every night for three weeks, including the weekends. Remind me and Hermione never to follow Ron to the kitchen next time he felt hungry in the MIDDLE of the night, at least not without the Maunders-map.

"Harry, come on ignore him", Hermione stressed as I peered down at Malfoy with curious eyes.

"What's up with you", I asked the blond snake as his eyes looked at me with a vary expression. Like he thought I would suddenly hex him bad.

The vanilla scent kept on emerging from him, like some sort of call that drew me closer and closer. I wondered if it was his soap that smelt this way? Because he hadn't always smelt this delicious... Or had he? Had I just managed not to notice, or was it some sort of perfume? I catch myself wanting to lean forward and press my nose to his throat and breath in. Just beneath his jaw, close to the pulse point; I was almost certain that the sweet smell would be even stronger there.

Wow man!

I shook my head as a surprisingly arousing image of me harassing Malfoy popped into my mind. I should really NOT think like that. Not when Malfoy from another universe stood in front of me and Hermione was clutching my shoulder with a firm grip.

"Harry come on", she actually pleaded with me. "Leave him be..."

I abruptly tore my gaze away from the blond snake when Hermione for some reason told me to stay down! ME! Not Malfoy, but me! Like I was the freaking Slytherin! The bully and enemy?!

"The fuck Hermione", I found myself snarling to her face. She looked pale as my blazing green eyes redirected their focus to her. "Do you hear yourself?" I looked at Ron for conformation that she obviously was the crazy one, but Ron... Well... He actually looked scared shitless. "What?!" I asked with a frustrated voice.

"Calm down Potter", I heard a familiar drawl behind me. Or somewhat familiar. There wasn't any confidence in the drawl nor any smugness. But I still knew without a doubt who it belonged to.

I whirled away from Ron and Hermione, both had obviously lost it for the moment. Malfoy was still standing close to me and that freaking smell was once again attacking me, filling my head with disturbing images. Okay who was I kidding the images that filled my head wasn't anything but glorious but really not what I needed right now.

My body on the other hand disagreed with my mind and I felt how I adapted an almost predatory stance. Malfoy seemed to hold back from flinching as his eyes went wide and fearful, still directed at me.

"Calm down?" I snarled. "I am fucking calm!"

"No you're not fucking scar-head!" Malfoy seemed to have snapped out of whatever daze he'd been trapped in as he snarled at me with a heated voice. "You're almost killing them with all that fucking magic you're releasing. Just. Fucking. Calm. Down!"

It took a second for the blond snakes words to register. But oh fuck.

Ever since I'd gotten that damn horcrux out of me my magic had started to increase in power.

It was almost like my magic had been partially suppressed of Voldemort's soul or maybe it had been keeping Voldemort fed inside of me, either way leaving me drained for 18 years. I don't really know how but ever since the final battle I'd started to develop an insanely huge magical core. So huge that people had been complaining about the pressure brought with it. Obviously if magic as strong as mine wasn't controlled well enough it started to wear down on other wizards defences. We all had our own magic and for wizards and witches it could be deadly to get you core influenced by another person's magic. That's why all people or animal that's magical have defences around their core of magic. There were no spells to break down this born protection, the only way was with raw power... Something I now have so much of that I've almost started sending people into coma when slightly upset.

Because it was that which made me loose what little grasp I had on my magic; feelings... And so... now... after my tantrum at Blondie…

I lifted my eyes form Malfoy's trembling form and looked around the library. It was almost empty save for a few students that panted heavily while leaning against whatever surface available to support them from collapsing. As I concentrated I could almost hear my magic crack in the air, happy to no longer be suppressed. I quickly remembered the many hours I'd spent practicing shutting down my magic, or rather toning it down with the help of shields. The only problem with it was the constant strain of having to suppress a part of you, I was honestly not very found of having to do this... But, I thought as Hermione suddenly gagged in a very disturbing manner, I was obviously out of control.

I raised my shields around my core and grabbed the magic flying around the room, pushing it behind the shields as well. When the act was done everyone took a deep breath of relief while I took one of tiredness. The magic was fighting for the freedom it already been denied for so many years... And I felt kind of sad to have to shut it in. After all, I knew how it felt to be locked away.

I made a grab for my school things that had been laid on the table and made a hasty retreat out from the library... Mumbling something akin to sorry as Hermione looked at me with a worried expression. I ignored Draco as well as the people flinching away from me on my way out. I felt like being alone... Very alone... Right now.

The most horrible thing was that I didn't really feel bad for everyone else that I put in danger by simply being this powerful. I just felt sad that they were so weak that they couldn't even stand in my presence without the shields being up. Not even my best friends…

The only thing that comforted me was McGonagall's words when we'd spoken about my Hogwarts attendance this last year. I'd first hesitated about going as my powers even then had grown enormously in strength with only a few weeks of freedom from the horcrux. But the headmistress had disagreed. Dumbledore or as McGonagall called him, Albus (I smirked a little at that thought) had apparently also been objected to a vast magical power growth during his early teenage years. For him it had been bad at first... but after a while his surroundings had started to adapt to the constant flow of his magic. So at the end he could let his magic flow free with people who knew him without the fear of hurting them.

That had been the only valid argument that convinced me about returning. I would hate to be separated from my two best friends Ron and Hermione just because I would become some semi-half-god too powerful to approach.

But, I sighed as I marched towards the Room of Requirement. It didn't help that my powers just kept on growing. Just as people seemed to have almost adapted to be around me, I got another power-boost that sent them towards the edge of unconsciousness without the shields. Like fate hadn't punished me enough with killing half of the people I loved. Now she was going to make sure I couldn't be around the remaining half.

As I approached the Room of Requirement I thought about a quiet and cosy room with a windowsill I could sit on. When I opened the door, the room was perfect, as always. A fire lighted up the room and a grand window showed a setting sun in beautiful colours. I felt happy at the sight and fell down beside the window with my schoolwork in front of me. With a happy humming I lowered my shields and felt the tiredness that came with the restrain disappear. My magical core almost sang in content as it flowed into the room and I finally managed to feel completely at ease.

That was... Until I smelt that damn vanilla aroma, again.

My head went up fast as lightning as I saw a blond head close the door to the room. I watched in fascination how Malfoy turned around and looked at me with guarded eyes, like he was unsure of what he was doing. A question I had for myself as well to be completely honest.

The snake seemed to almost tremble as his breathing became laboured the further into the room he went. Oh right... Magic. But even though he seemed to struggle against the heavy current of power that flowed around me I didn't raise my shields. It had felt way to good to forget about the stupid restrains for once so I just didn't bother. Oh sure Malfoy would be most uncomfortable but honestly... I didn't really give a damn as it was Malfoy and... He had come here looking for me, on his own free will. So? If he couldn't stand it he would simply have to walk out of here, this was my relaxing spot, deal with it.

Malfoy stopped his slow approach a few meters away from me, looking ready to faint. Even thought he was nowhere close, I could still feel the faint smell of vanilla. I almost started to drool as Malfoy leaned against a table to catch his breath and my thoughts started to race once again.

Maybe it was that alabaster skin of his that smelled that way? Was this his natural smell, or perfume? If it were perfume did he take it on his wrists? Or was it only girls that used perfume there? I had absolutely no idea but my gaze turned to Malfoy's hands grasping the oak wood table and damn... He had thin, long, beautiful fingers and I wanted so badly to know what they felt like when running through my hair. Or if they would taste vanilla when I wrapped my mouth around them. And... GOD this was bad!

I tore away my eyes from Malfoy's fingers only to catch his silver eyes studying me as he nervously bit his lower lip! Merlin those lips looked soft. I silently wondered if my earlier estimation about where the vanilla originated from was wrong? Maybe he had a gum, or candy that gave him vanilla breath? Would his tongue taste vanilla...? SHIT! DOWN THOUGHTS DOWN!

I cringed visually as this mind pattern of mine seemed to lead down paths better not taken. And what scared me the most was the urge that came with it, the almost impossible-to-resist-urge that made me lean towards the blond boy with predatory eyes. Malfoy looked scared without really knowing why and I tried to tame my weird, VERY WEIRD new emotions. Which by the way probably was mostly confusion due to the many power-boost I was receiving. YES CONFUSION! That was it!

"Potter?" Malfoy's voice brought me back to earth as he looked at me with those silver gleaming eyes. I tried to think about all those times when I had despised Malfoy to the extent that I was tempted to avada kedavra him just for my peace of mind. But now when I saw him here, not Hermione or Ron but bloody Malfoy, I couldn't really put any anger into those thoughts. I blamed the damn vanilla scent that seemed to drive my brain crazy.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" I said with feign annoyance. Still without being able to tear my eyes away from his face. That pale face with big eyes and beautiful features.

"I..." Malfoy stopped himself and looked unsure. He once again bit his lower lip and before I was able to stop myself I had let out a low growl.

Malfoy stiffened at the sound and I wanted to die of embarrassment. A growl really? What was I? A fucking dog? But before I could dwell further into self-loathing Malfoy had paled and his eyes betrayed his emotions rather plainly with their looking-for-an-exit-movements. Draco Malfoy was panicking because of Harry Potter's dog impression. I didn't know if I should be amused or worried? He had probably gotten the wrong idea of the growl if his shrinking form was anything to go at.

Malfoy was scared.

I didn't know what I felt more disturbing? The thought of Malfoy being afraid or me not really caring at the moment. It was kind of weird-good that Malfoy was frightened... The never scared, always sarcastic prince of Slytherin, terrified.

I smirked... Before regaining my senses. What was up with me lately, really?

Malfoy obviously thought that I had grown annoyed with him, or searched for a fight. And sure I had actually chosen to let my magic roam free even thought I knew that he felt threatened by it. So why the hell would he risk annoying someone who could knock him out cold without even noticing? What would actually happen if I tried to use my magic against him? Tried to make the wild magic that danced around us concentrate on him only?

I shook my head solemnly, feeling with relief some of the now usual guilt reappear. The guilt that had been a constant reminder since the war, reminding me of the life's I could not save. But now reminding me of the lives I could save by keeping myself in check. Because I knew that Malfoy would be dead before I'd even gathered half of my magic, and that thought alone made me feel close to physically ill.

I had gotten some weird personality traits of late but it was to my utter relief one thing always stayed true; I would never hurt someone innocent. Rather the opposite, I always did my best to protect them and even if Malfoy was as far from innocent one could come in my book, right now he'd done nothing wrong.

"Malfoy", I said in a with a resigned voice as I retracted my magic from the room. Once again prepared to lock it behind closed doors, no matter how tiring.

"Don't", he suddenly said as he stared at me. Still nervous, but not run-and-never-look-back nervous as he'd been a few moments ago.

"What?" I asked, perplexed of his words.

"Just you know..." he bit his goddamn lower lip again as he glanced at the floor.

"Stop that", I interrupted with narrowed eyes as I tried to hold back this urge I'd developed from doing something stupid. Like starting to howl or roar or whatever animal my throat would do an impression of next.

"Stop what", he asked as he pouted at my predatory stance, or sit, or whatever you had while sitting on a windowsill...

"Biting your lower lip", I nodded accusingly towards his mouth. "It's annoying." Well perhaps distracting was a better word for it, but no way in hell was I going to say that to Mr Blondie.

Malfoy gave me a hot glare at that comment and it felt reassuring to spot a familiar part of my archenemy under all those... new personality traits?

"I do not bite my lower lip." Malfoy said without hesitation and glared at me with narrowed eyes. I don't know why but my crazy side decided that it liked Malfoy fired up in anger. It made me wondered if I could make him unbalanced again? Just as I'd been doing before without even trying… Make him look unsure, scared or so nervous that he started to chew on those soft looking lips.

Right now thought, he was plainly angry, reminding me of who really was in front of me… But at the same time made me wonder if he was this fired up when pressing those lips on somebody else's?

WAIT why would I wonder that?!

But even if the thought had just popped out of nowhere, it stayed. I felt something grow hot inside of me as I thought about how Malfoy kissed. He was spoiled, used to get what he want, so he would of course take the lead, trying to be in control over the situation. He would probably have a hand clutched in the other ones hair trying to lead the whole act. I wondered if he would feel helpless if the situation was reversed? Would he loose his cool? Would he enjoy being the controlled one for once?

A spike of jealously shot up in me at the thought of Malfoy kissing another person. And he had without a doubt. I remembered our forth year at the Yule ball, Draco had gone with some girl from Slytherin, with a beautiful face and dark hair. Ron had seen them going at it and had pretended to gag, I had thought it was funny then but now...

STOP...! Now concentrate on you life Harry! On this freaking situation!

My thought returned to the now as I remembered whom I was, where I was and that I had the object of my... Ehrm... Imagination? In front of me.

Impatiently waiting if his tapping foot was any indication.

And he was biting that damn lower lip of his again and somehow that made the vanilla scent stronger, and that didn't make any sense at all but FUCK!

I got up from the windowsill and was inside Malfoy's personal space in seconds. Malfoy had backed into the table behind him as he'd tried to escape my lightning fast approach. That he'd failed was an understatement as I right now almost leaned him over the table and- GOD STOP BRAIN!

In my self-anger my magic had once again broken free and hung over Malfoy like seven thousand pounds of water. Malfoy's breath increased rapidly at the pressure, which made my brain go into overload as I roughly grabbed a hold of Malfoy's chin with my right hand. I let my thumb press against his lower lip that was fasten between his teeth in that nervous gesture. I marvelled at the softness of his lips as I gently pulled it out from its position with the pressure of my thumb. Malfoy stared at me with eyes big as plates as I leaned down towards him and first then really getting hit by that amazing smell of vanilla. Merlin!

I really was helpless as some strange part of my brain took control over my actions, not that I really fought for control but still...

Malfoy was pressed against the table behind him as I stepped in the last step, pushing myself flush against him. Malfoy's breath hitched, I liked that. My hand was still cradling his chin in a strong grip and my thumb was resting against his lower lip.

"You", I said and could almost feel my magic coursing through the words. "Bite", I pressed my thumb against his lip to mark my words. "Your", another press with my thumb against his lip and was that a whimper I heard? "Lower lip." Malfoy looked up at me from beneath and if that wasn't the most stunning sight I'd ever seen I don't know what. Malfoy's pupils were dilated... A freaking lot. And I didn't even want to know what mine looked like at the moment, was the green in my eyes even visible?

Then Malfoy did the most extraordinary thing. Probably the most stupid thing of his life, or perhaps the best thing? He opened his mouth and allowed my thumb to slide in, sucking gently on it. My brain stopped functioning, and at the same time it went into overdrive as I stared down at the blond creature who wore that amazing smell. I leaned forward against him and allowed my left hand to tug gently at his hair as I buried my nose in it. Merlin, that smell must have intensified at least ten times as I marvelled at the softness of those blond, almost white locks. Malfoy's tongue wrapped itself around my thumb that was still in his mouth and I stifled a groan as my hand tugged at his hair a bit harder. Malfoy let out another sound that definitely should be illegal for my own sanity's sake.

I allowed myself to wander away from his hair down towards his neck, to a place near his pulse point. My left hand kept on tugging that soft hair of his, only I didn't know if you could call it gently anymore. I forced his head back to expose his neck to my hungry eyes as I spread my right hands unoccupied fingers over his cheek in a controlling manner. I didn't know what it was with me and the instant pleasure I felt when commanding Malfoy but I enjoyed it.

Maybe it felt this good because during the war I had been the one who'd been manipulated? Always the weak one who needed help, who needed guidance... Or as it had felt, needed a leash. Sure people had wanted what was best for me and I had been just a kid at the beginning. But... Sometimes I'd just gotten so tired to follow blind leads without being able to make a judgment myself, without being able to know what I was even fighting for.

But right now as I buried my nose in the neck of one Draco Malfoy I had never felt surer. I marvelled at the vanilla scent that clung to his skin as it had clung to his hair. It was everywhere apparently. Malfoy pressed himself against me and did a maddening move with his hip. I let out another of my damn dog growls as I tightened my hold on him. He only whimpered in return but didn't stop moving his hips. I pressed my lips against his skin and felt his pulse beat against my lips. I felt high on emotions as I wondered if he tasted vanilla or if that was just a smell? My tongue dragged a long wet trail over his pulse point and lower jaw as Malfoy let out a ragged breath and grabbed a hold of my robes.

He tasted interesting. Not really vanilla, but more of a warm, sugary sort. I felt myself immediately addicted to the flavour, Malfoy flavour. I pressed myself even closer to him if possible, almost bending him over the table as I sucked hard on his throat, nibbling at the soft skin that met me. I tugged at his hair to get better access to his throat and hummed in content as Malfoy whimpered beneath me. After putting a rather glorious mark on his pale skin I kissed it affectionally, marvelling that I had left a somewhat permanent reminder of this... Unique situation. I rose up from Malfoy's neck and returned my attention to his face. That beautiful alluring face that usually wore a snarl, but for once only looked tempting as hell. A flush was spread over Malfoy's features and he was still nibbling at my thumb that was nestled between those soft lips. A funny warmth burned in my stomach as I noticed my other hand that was buried in his hair, still tugging at the blond strands to make his face tilt in the right angle.

The right angle?

My brain seemed to have gone on vacation as I slowly removed my thumb from Malfoy's mouth. He let it go with a soft pop while staring at me with big eyes full of something I was afraid to name.

Lust? Convenience…? Love?

I shook my head and abandoned thoughts that would ruin the moment. Thoughts that would without a doubt make me back away and question everything in my life up to this point. Right now it was only Malfoy. Or perhaps it would be more correctly to say Malfoy's lips as he looked into my eyes and very deliberately bit down on his bottom lip.

Gently flew out the same window as consequences as I suddenly pressed my lips against Malfoy's with a growl. The force made him literarily bend over the oak table and without separating our lips I followed him. Pressing myself over his body that was so warm and felt so good. I kept my left hand in his hair and put my right one on his neck with an almost bruising strength. I had never felt more alive.

This was nothing like kissing Cho. Nothing like that depressing moment when she'd stared to cry over Cedric because how could she not? This was wild and I loved it with intensity previously unknown to me. Right now I didn't wonder if my magical core was crushing Malfoy, or if perhaps my body pressure was the one doing the crushing. Right now all that was in my mind was the vanilla scent filling my nose, how warm and soft his lips were and how I would ever be able to let go of this beautiful creature in front of me.

Then Malfoy opened his mouth and what little restrain I'd had left disappeared as dementors hunted by a patronus. I didn't hesitate as I invaded his mouth and felt the taste of freaking vanilla great me. I groaned in appreciation as I began to devour Malfoy's mouth, tongue included. Malfoy's heart fluttered against mine in hundreds of miles per hour and his hands embraced me in a desperate hug. Drawing my body closer to his as he hooked one of his legs over my hip grinding in. I let my hands stray from their position around Malfoy's head as I griped a hold of his leg and pulled him up from the table with the help of my wild magic whirling around the room. Without breaking contact I hooked his other leg over my hip as well and he positioned himself by crossing his ankles behind my back, tightened his grip on me with an almost bruising force. I carried him to the closest wall as we continued the wild kiss mostly consisting of tongues and teethes. I pressed him against the wall and mimicked his hip movement, meting his small thrusts with my own. Malfoy soon started to whimper as he caressed my back; sneaking his hands under my robe and trying to tuck my shirt out from my trousers. I broke our kiss and he took a deep breath of air, like he'd been drowning, before letting out a moan that sparked my already burning fire.

"Fuck", I whispered as I stared sucking on his neck once again, fisting my hand in his hair and forcing him to once again expose that maddening throat for me. Malfoy did a broken sounded whimper as his hands caressed the now exposed skin of my back. I shivered at his touch as I left another bruise on his throat by biting down on his Adam's apple.

"Potter", he breathed in a surprised moan and I felt his nails digging into my back.

It felt electrifying.

It also felt good to hear Malfoy's voice without its usual sneer; to hear it moaning my name. I grunted in response and remembered the vivid image of Malfoy's mouth around my thumb, sucking. My hands grabbed a hold of Malfoy's hips at that thought and I started to thrust into him with earnest, guiding his hips to meet mine as I felt the pleasure building up. Malfoy let out whimpers of pleasure and abandoned caressing my back in favour of just holding on as I drove him into the stonewall with my thrusts. I fastened my mouth to his once again and felt the maddening taste of vanilla as Malfoy suddenly whimpered loudly into my mouth and his whole body shudder wildly.

What had happened became terrifying clear to me and with a few powerful thrusts where Malfoy was dazed and shivering against me, I felt my own pleasure reaching new heights as it reached its peak with a burning sensation.

I let out a whimper myself at the maddening feeling.

After my height faded, I'd to use my magic to keep my grip on Malfoy to slip, as I suddenly felt drained but strangely content. My mouth was still attached to Malfoy's and I let my tongue explore his mouth with lazy strokes, tasting that vanilla flavour which made me wonder if eating the blond boy would be as good as kissing him. Malfoy kissed me back in the same manner, letting his hands run over my back even as his thighs shuddered from exhaustion. He had after all been balanced on my hip for at least five minutes and one orgasm.

Wow... My thoughts wanted to return to sanity as I just realized I had shared an orgasm with Malfoy. Was that sex? Or was sex the penetrating part? Had I just lost my virginity? Could a guy even lose his virginity?

But whatever mind-hill my brain was tumbling down it disappeared as Malfoy lightly bit down on my bottom lip. I felt his smile against my lips as I pressed our bodies closer once again and caressed his left cheek. I knew that I was only prolonging the inventible by snuggling but I didn't know what this was, how it had started, but most importantly if it would happen again. Did I want it to happen again? As one of Malfoy's hands ran through my hair I shuddered, yes I defiantly would HATE if this didn't happen again.

We stood so for a while. Me pressing up against Malfoy who was still clinging to me like a koala even thought his thighs kept on shaking of exhaustion. Perhaps he was hanging on to this as long as he could like I did. Perhaps he didn't want this to end either?

Malfoy couldn't seem to get enough of me as he caressed my skin, ran his fingers through my hair and down my chest. I felt content with snogging him slowly ignoring the slight uncomfortable feeling that said orgasm had left behind in my pants. Right now all that mattered was kissing Malfoy and enjoying the vanilla flavour that had managed to become my new favourite taste. Just before the sugary taste of Malfoy's neck.

But after a while Malfoy's thighs couldn't bear being wrapt around me anymore and I caught him gently before lowering him to the ground. Malfoy's legs didn't really seem to want to cooperate as he almost fell down when trying to support his own weight. He looked mortified and refused to look me in the eyes as I helped him over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. He sunk down on the cushions and began to gently massage his legs without meeting my eyes.

I sat down beside him and the thoughts that I previously confined sprang free and close to drowned me in a waterfall as they came rushing down. Malfoy! Draco bloody Malfoy! Archenemy, prince of Slytherin and ex Death Eater! Wow talk about keeping your enemy's close… I scolded myself but couldn't resist feeling concerned over Malfoy's silence. He hadn't said anything since moaning Potter in that moment of... Errr... Passion? It felt somewhat wrong to think of Malfoy whimpering my name but at the same time it felt so right. Like I could fight a thousand dark lords just to hear freaking Malfoy moan my name. Disgusting!

I shook my head, whom was I kidding. It was bloody amazing and I knew it. To say something else was feign ignorance, something I had sworn to my self never to do again. Not after the Order of the Phoenix and all their secret plans and 'for your own good' bullshit.

I remembered that I still had my magic swirling around the room, probably making Malfoy feel uncomfortable as everyone else. I silently cursed myself for forgetting to shield him from it when we... Uhm...? Had? Sex? Or whatever it was. He must have felt like drowning being so near me without the shields up. I wondered how he'd cooped so well? Usually people puked or blacked out when they were near me with shields down. Like Hermione had done in the library earlier.

I began to withdraw my magic from the room, better late than never I guess, when Malfoy's head shot up and his eyes locked with mine. It startled me enough to lose grip on whatever I had tried to do, and my magic gleefully sailed back out into the room.

"Don't", Malfoy said and I felt a familiar feeling at those words. This time however Malfoy didn't bite his lower lip, just stared at me intensely with an unreadable expression. I furrowed my brows. Stop what?

"What do you mean?" I asked as a spark of something possessive flared when I saw Malfoy's bruise covered throat. I had done that. As I looked closer at Malfoy I could see several signs of our previous activities. It almost made me purr in content. His hair was standing up in all directions, very different form it's usual combed state, his clothes was dishevelled and his lips swollen and red. All in all if you added the large bruise on his throat, Malfoy looked thoroughly fucked. And as disturbing as I should have found that, I didn't, rather the opposite. And if the weird part of my brain had free regime we would be doing this again as soon as possible. Preferably within the next half hour... NO! Concentrate. What was I? An animal without self-control?

"Don't suppress your magic", Malfoy stated calmly, unaware of the battle inside my mind.

I looked at Malfoy startled. Had he told me not to suppress my magic?

"Why not?" I found myself asking without realizing why. Malfoy's cheek grew red under my gaze and Merlin I wanted to kiss him, to feel that wonderful taste of vanilla once again. But my face said nothing of my feelings as I waited for an answer.

"It tires you doesn't it?" Malfoy said suddenly looking somewhat concerned.

I cringed at his clear insight, I hadn't told anyone that my shields made me tired or that suppressing my magic sometimes was like being locked away in that cupboard all over again. What had given me away? Malfoy looked worried again and a bit scared. Earlier I had thought that my powers had scared him. Usually my magic made people feel helpless, like they were pray and I was the predator. I had gotten used to scared looks over the year but for some reason it didn't feel like Malfoy was scared of my magic. It was rather like he feared my reaction about him telling me this, like my dislike was scarier than a power that could kill everyone within this castle in seconds. It somehow made me feel immensely happier.

"Yeah it does", I answered truthfully letting a small smile shine through my otherwise locked expression. "But what does it matter to you?"

Malfoy looked startled at my question even though he seemed to have relaxed a bit when I smiled. He kept on massaging those legs that still didn't seem to have stopped their tired shaking as he answered with a thoughtful expression.

"You know you've helped me a lot..." He started of, staring into the fire rather than meeting my gaze. "I never thought that I would have a life if the dark lord died..." He smiled bitterly as his slender fingers kept working his leg. "Not that I really thought I would have a life if he lived either. I'd always been to much of a coward to be a proper Death Eater..."

"Not taking a life isn't a weakness Draco."

Said Draco's eyes widened as I used his first name instead of the usual Malfoy. I moved closer to him and gently took a hold of his legs and put them in my lap, taking over the massaging from Blondie. Draco's legs were tense and trembled as I began working with loosing them up from their cramp. The prince himself watched me with wondrous eyes, almost looking ready to moan again as my hands trailed up and down his thighs. I reminded myself not to stray with my touch; we had to talk things thru before anything could happen again. Not that anything necessarily would ever happen again... But still.

"Say that to any member of the Dark Lords circle and you're considered a muggle-lover and traitor", Draco drawled before sending me an unsure look, checking if he'd stepped over a line. I just hummed in agreement and continued kneading as Blondie relaxed once again before continuing.

"It's just", he said and met my gaze firmly. "That it feels wrong that you have to hide away a part of you, to suppress it when you basically saved us all." He furrowed his brows and looked determinate as he uttered the words that were like balsam to my soul.

I hadn't really gotten any sympathy when my power came in question. It felt like bragging if I complained of my 'enormous power', like saying I was too good at studying. So I hadn't complained when I had to hide the wild flow that wanted out, just apologized for making people feel uncomfortable, hoping that one day my power would be an ordinary everyday thing. When really it would never be. Perhaps I was foolish believing McGonagall's assumption about people getting used to all this unleashed power, especially since my power-boosts didn't seem to occur less after six months.

So when freaking Draco of Slytherin now said that it was unfair, I thanked the Gods and Merlin for finally making someone understand. I beamed at Draco as I squeezed his thighs gratefully. Another red flush graced the blond boy's features as he bit down on his lower lip. The gesture set something off in my stomach but I calmed myself by getting back to work, massaging away my urges.

"Thank you" I said after a moment of silence. "I didn't think anyone would get it."

He smiled a crocked smile at me and drawled with irony.

"Oh perfect Harry Potter has so many issues. Too many marriage proposals, too many price ceremonies, titles and money. And now the next problem is too much power, oh the trauma!"

I snickered at Draco's dramatic voice as a weight was lifted from my heart. For a moment this just felt like two friends hanging out. It felt... Ordinary. I made sure to cherish this moment in my mind. Who knew how many moments of simplicity would occur in my life, the life of the chosen one. The slayer of Dark Lords and Saviour of the wizard world.

The moment of ease lasted until my gaze fell on Draco's throat. Then I realized that we had to talk about... Well stuff.

My posture stiffened as I remembered what had happened, and Draco must have noticed where my eyes lingered because he suddenly smacked his hand on his throat in a cautious manner. My cheeks bloomed red as I saw his slender fingers touching the marks I had put on him. Draco seemed equally embarrassed.

"Well..." I begun but couldn't really continue. What would be a good way to start this conversation?

"Yeah", Draco said suddenly with an unusual high-pitched voice. "Look at the time." He quickly removed his feet from my lap and got up from the sofa on wobbly legs. "I have a meeting", he informed me without meeting my eyes. "Uhm... A very important one you see." I kept staring at him as he moved towards the door while facing me. He looked almost terrified and panicking and for a moment I was confused.

The meeting was obviously a lie... Was he afraid of having to reject me? Did he want to reject me? My heart sank at that thought. WAIT! Did I want him not to? I felt confused as I saw Draco approached the door like a timer ticking down to an explosion. My emotions were confused, as were my thoughts but when Draco laid his hand on the door-handle I realized I would lose something precious if he left. And honestly I wasn't prepared to lose anything more than what I already had in my 18 years as a hero.

When Draco pressed down the door-handle of the large oak door, I used my magic to make sure that the door wouldn't budge. He sent me a panicking expression as I went up from the couch to approach him in a fast stride. He actually seemed to whimper as I pressed up on him, looming over his form without touching. A pale face stared up at me with large eyes and swollen lips. I kept my rougher side at bay as I stared at him with dilated eyes.

"Draco", I said with an unusual low voice. "We need to talk."

AN/

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