Chapter 11 - Chapter 11: You Belong to Me

TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Language, Mild violence.Over the next week, Demian didn't speak to Higgs or Draco, he anxiously awaited something to happen, but the wrath never came. Each night he went to bed expecting someone to knock on his door, or to be pulled away, but it never happened.Every day during breakfast, he noticed Malfoy never showed up. Higgs bruised face was healing, the once purple marks under his left eye were turning yellow, and his teeth were surprisingly still intact. Even though he could have healed himself, he chose not to, and Demian thought this was foolish. Astoria sat alone, looking worse for wear every single day.Pansy was back to her usual self, laughing and joking. Crab and Goyle joined her, without Malfoy to follow they became her lap dogs. Winter break was approaching, and Demian had received a post from his parents asking if he would be returning or staying for the Yule ball. He hadn't decided yet and that was tearing him apart. He knew that he would end up attending alone, if he did choose to stay, and he missed his parents, so it seemed wiser to just visit. But the mere possibility of going with Malfoy kept his spirits alive, and his decision hanging on a thread. He walked to Charms class alone. They were learning the mending charm today, and the classroom was alive with the students chanting, "Reparo!" Each of them was given a broken item, it reflected in Demians soul as he couldn't muster the voice to actually repair his teacup. He felt lost. What am I going to do. He was at a loss for words, his spirit broken. He had no idea why the two of them were fighting in the hallway that day, and for some reason, neither one of them would come forward. People were beginning to talk. To assume. But the rumors never found his ear, probably for good reason.He left class unfulfilled that day, and Professor Flitwick stopped him on the way out. "You're struggling, Valentino." He said under his breath. "Is there something going on?" "It's nothing, Professor. I'll be okay." Flitwick nodded and pat his back soothingly. "Take care of yourself, practice in your dorm, I know you can do this." He tried to force a smile, "Thank you, Professor." He left and decided he would write his parents back, telling them he would visit. He had been keeping the ring in his pocket lately, he didn't know when the right time would present itself, if he ever even saw Malfoy again, but it gave him strength and courage, on the way to his dorm, he stuck his left hand in his pocket and fiddle with it, rolling it between his fingers.Demian was almost to his dorm, but Malfoy was standing next to the entrance of the tower, blocking his path. Without saying a word, he grabbed him by his wrist and drug him through the hallways, towards the Slytherin common room. People were watching, but the anger in his steps made them look away as they got closer. In a heated voice he said, "Basilisk." And the corridor opened once again, he ignored everyone around him, and dragged Demian to his private quarters, Pansy watched the entire thing, inquisitively. "Hmm..." She said to herself, twirling some of her hair around her finger. "How interesting." She said to Crab and Goyle. "Have you boys heard anything, about that?" "About what?" The responded. "Demian, and Malfoy." "No, nothing. They ate breakfast together once, in the great hall. That's all I've seen." "Yes...I do recall that." She said, smiling. When they reached his room, he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it using his wand. He wasted no time. "It had better not be true." He said. "What?" Demian looked at him, slightly fearful. "Did you fuck Higgs?" he said, anger in voice. "No..I...I didn't go through with it." "What the fuck does that mean Demian, did you, or didn't you?" "No, but he...""He WHAT?" Malfoy yelled, and Demian recoiled. "He put his fingers in me, that's all Malfoy." He clenched his teeth together and went to his desk, leaning against it and breathing somewhat heavy. Without saying anything, he swept all the papers and books off the surface, a vial of ink hit the floor and spilled, staining some of the blank pages. Demian just watched, chewing nervously on his lip. Malfoy breathed in deeply and turned to him, his right cheek was littered with small yellow tinged bruises and the fire behind those silver eyes made Demian more fearful for what was about to happen. "You were told never to speak to him again." "Malfoy, I came to your dorm right before, you told me to go the fuck away!" He exclaimed. He thought for a moment. That was you? But quickly shook it off. "I was writing to my father. Calling off the pact with the GreenGrass family. With Astoria." Demian looked shocked."I...I didn't know." "Yes, you didn't know, but rather than waiting one fucking day to find out, you run off with Higgs, and he touches you. The way only I was supposed to touch you. What part of you belong to me don't you understand?" He said, forcefully. Demian looked down, embarrassed. "He came right to me, had the nerve to tell me he had just got done playing with you." That prior anger came back, and he balled up one of his fists instinctively. "I should have killed him." He said."Malfoy please...." Demian pleaded. "It didn't go further because...""Because WHAT?" He demanded. "Because I accidentally called him by your name." He said under his breath, tears in his eyes. Malfoy brushed his own hair back with one of his hands, he paced around the room for a moment before going to the bed and sitting down next to Demian. He put his palms on his forehead and leaned into his hands, stressed. "No one will take what rightfully belongs to me." He muttered quietly. "Not now, nor ever." Demian just looked ahead of him, unsure of what that meant."I have done everything you asked, Demian. I broke a pact that was meant to strengthen my fathers bloodline, I stopped looking in Pansys direction, I have been with no one since that first night, at Black Lake." Demians stomach lurched as he remembered the ring in his pocket. "Black Lake meant everything to me." He said. "Tch...." Malfoy scoffed."You've ran around with a second-rate seeker every other night, like a common whore." He said, hurtfully. Demian sighed, his hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. "I meant to give this to you for Christmas, but I told myself, whatever moment felt right." He held it tightly in his hand before dropping it into Malfoys open palm. He examined it, silently. "It's san-" "I know what it is." He cut him off. For a moment, the air felt still, and thick. Neither one of them said a word, but Malfoy held the ring up, reading the inner inscription and slid the piece of jewelry onto his ring finger, surprisingly, it fit. Demian watched him silently. He didn't say thank you. He didn't acknowledge it, instead he looked like he was deep inside his head. "You drive me crazy." He finally said, turning to face him. Before Demian could respond, Malfoy was climbing ontop of him. Demian looked up, locking eyes with him and Malfoy began kissing him, deeply and with animalistic force. He shut his eyes, and wrapped his arms around Malfoys neck, pulling him in deeper. He began arching his hips, so they were touching his, and letting out quiet moans. Malfoy bit his bottom lip, somewhat roughly, Demian winced and felt a crushing weight on his pelvis as Draco pushed against him forcefully. "Ah...a-ah..." He choked out. That possessive grip slipped between them and fumbled with the buttons on his trousers, he undid them and tugged them down quickly. Demians breathing became unsteady, he leaned up on his elbows and watched his movements, he quickly undid his own buttons and pulled them down, tossing all the clothes onto the floor. "Take the rest of it off." He commanded. Demian did as he was told, Malfoy stripped himself down and threw the rest of his clothes onto the floor, a larger pile began forming until they were both fully nude. He leaned in, kissing him again and whispering against his lips, "Who do you belong to?" Demian muttered, stuttering a bit, "Y-You...""Say my name." He said. "Draco...Malfoy." For the first time in over a week, that devilish smile branded his face, and he began pressing his body back against Demians, already fully erect. He reached back over to his nightstand, pulling out the familiar small bottle and popping the lid, this time, he poured more into his palm, coating both of their shafts equally. Demian shuddered at his touch, watching his skillful hands before he forced one of Demians legs forward, exposing him more. He had little time to protest, Malfoy took his own shaft in his hand and rubbed it on Demians virgin core, his breathing turned to a pant in anticipation and his own erection throbbed. "You're mine, Demian, all of you is mine." He said. And without another word, he slowly pushed himself inside, letting out a soft groan. Demian bit the inside of his lip to quiet himself, the sheer pain, mixed with pleasure startled him as he felt Draco fill him up, entirely. Malfoy leaned in, next to his ear and slowly, but rhythmically moved his hips back and forth, soft gasps escaped his lips. Demian shivered at the sound of his pleasure, trying to enjoy it as much as he was, suddenly he felt Malfoys hand between them, gripping his shaft and he began to stroke him in the same rhythms of his thrusts. The pleasure overtook the pain, and his head fell back, the panting growing even louder as he continued to thrust against him."L-look at me" Malfoy stammered, and Demian felt his face grow hot, he opened his eyes and Malfoy leaned his forehead against his, that silver gaze pierced through him and his thrusting pace quickened, he moaned, over and over, kissing Demian in between his motions. His palm slid up and down Demians shaft, his hand focusing on the head for a while before he began stroking him as a whole once more. His breathing quickened, the rolling of his hips started to slow, but grow deeper as he pushed further inside and those words finally left his lips, still staring deeply into Demians eyes, "I'm going to cum..." He said, quietly, and Demian felt himself lose control. Before Malfoy had a chance to cum first, he felt ropes decorate his stomach and Dracos hand once more, his heart beating out of his chest. Malfoy released inside of him, his breathing unsteady, he kissed him to keep himself quiet before steadying himself. He left himself inside, trying to catch his breath. Demians chest was rising and falling quickly, Malfoys forehead still resting on his own, he heard a familiar licking noise as Malfoy cleaned his fingers. This made him blush once more. "I love the way you taste." He said, still panting softly. He pressed his full body weight onto Demians, regardless of the mess and kissed him deeply again. "I have a private bath. Come with me, I'll clean you up." He smiled at him, still trying to catch his breath, Draco finally pulled out of him and got up, extending a hand. Both of them were covered in sticky fluid, and he pulled him into the bath without hesitation. Little did they know, Pansy had been lingering in the hallway outside his door, she laughed under her breath. "How very interesting..." She said.And went back to her own dorm, eager to write a letter of her own. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Demian stayed the night that night. Malfoy wouldn't let him leave, and honestly, he didn't want to. He woke up the next morning, freshly cleaned from the intimate bath after last nights excursions. They were both still fully nude. Before he had a chance to get out of bed, Malfoy snaked an arm around him, spooning him from behind. "Where do you think you're going?" Demian smiled, "No where...""I should hope not. You're mine, half-blood." He whispered in his ear. Demian felt goosebumps scatter down his body, "I'm yours.." He replied. Malfoy played with the raven necklace hanging from his neck, one of the only things Demian was left wearing after the night before. "You will stay with me, from now on." He said, quietly. "What do you mean?" Demian turned to face him. "I mean I want you with me, always." "People will talk, Malfoy." He said. "They're already talking. If my father catches word, I will deny it, but to the rest of them? I could give less of a fuck." He replied.Demian looked shocked. "If Higgs can do it, so can I." He said. His face stained pink, and Malfoy kissed him once more. One of his hands still holding the raven necklace, protectively. "Now get ready for breakfast." He said. Demian obliged, quickly getting dressed and putting on his robes. They made their way to the great hall, side by side and sat down together. When he entered, his friends looked up from their plates, eyes wide, before glancing back at one another. Pansy sat there, smiling, quietly eating her breakfast. She said nothing. Astorias eyes burned with tears, she got up without having touched her food and left in a huff, Draco simply chuckled as she passed him with haste. "Silly little girl." He said. He ate his breakfast with one hand that morning, while Malfoy held the other under the table. Higgs looked sick, he watched them all morning, sitting with Zabini who was doing his best to cheer him up. The marks on his face had finally faded, for the most part. But a piece of him was still missing. "Will you be staying, for break?" Demian asked him. "I think I will, I don't really enjoy my visits home, for good reason."Demian felt bad, he had wanted to visit home, but at the same time, had wanted to spend some much-needed time with Draco, now that they had little to nothing standing in their way. "I think I will stay then, too..." He said quietly. Draco squeezed his hand under the table, that firm grip made him feel safe in his decision. They finished up their breakfast and got ready for the first Quidditch match involving Slytherin, and they were facing Gryffindor. Malfoy was cocky, but Higgs looked a bit worried in his newly found place on the team. Everyone left the hall in great excitement, ready to see how it would unfold.