it was the kind of night where draco was his favourite.
orlando had read all of the books -- twice apiece, along with countless
bits of fanfiction -- and he wavered between harry and draco when he pondered
whom he liked best. on one hand, there was draco with his stormy
eyes and unpredictable temper, his mean-spirited teasing of harry which
may or may not have belied his own cowardice. on the other hand,
there was harry: unrelentingly kind-hearted, quick with a smile, the favourite
of everyone. orlando usually picked harry, but every once
in a while, draco would demand attention, and orlando couldn't argue with
him. it had been a rotten day on the set, and orlando was in the
mood for something with an edge. it was a draco night.
the third-floor corridor, still deserted despite the fact that fluffy
had left the castle once the philosopher's stone had been destroyed, was
draco's favourite place to hide. he enjoyed escaping into the cool
silence -- a far cry from the meddlesome blithering of the other slytherins
in their dungeon common room. even crabbe and goyle ought to know
by now when draco needed to be left alone. that night, no one had
been taking the hints.
so he left, and came up here, to study the shadows and not be bothered.
by anyone.
he was ducking into an old potions classroom when he felt someone
grab the hood of his robes and tug, hard, just once. draco was immediately
stopped short, but before he could curse his attacker, he was up against
a cold wall with his hands pinned over his head. the hood of his
robes had been yanked down over his eyes.
"you shouldn't be here, malfoy."
potter. draco was about to ask the annoying git what he was
doing when he felt the full length of potter's body pressed against his
own. all of a sudden, it was only too obvious what potter wanted.
draco wasn't immediately sure whether he was alarmed or pleased.
perhaps a mixture of both? he was still trying to decide when potter's
teeth sank into the flesh just above his collarbone. draco's breath
escaped in a hiss, but, much to his dismay, the sound was unmistakably
one of pleasure.
"like that, do you?" potter whispered, biting at draco's shoulder
again.
"potter, i --"
"pub time! orli? you coming, man?"
orlando looked up, flushed and startled. it was almost nine o'clock,
and elijah was pounding on his door.
"in a mo'!" orlando called back, quickly clicking 'save' before snapping
his laptop closed and hiding it under his bed. the others all thought
he didn't even have e-mail, so it wouldn't do to have them knowing about
this.
draco and harry -- orlando's dirty little secrets -- would have to wait.