Chapter 23 - Chapter 23: Back Home

TW: Language, Explicit Sexual content.Demian walked back to his own dorm, he entered quietly but Peter was already up. "Oh, hey" He said, quietly pointing to Mordred who was still knocked out cold. "Hey." Demian said, making his way over to his bed. He motioned at the window and Peter got up, fumbling in his dresser before pulling out his cigarettes and shaking the box. "Got em right here." He said, getting up and walking over to the window cracking it open. "Where were you?" He said, inquisitively before lighting one up. Demian got back up from his bed and joined him, "The library." "The library?" Peter questioned, taking a drag. "I went to see Higgs first." He admitted. "They don't know if he's going to make it." Peter sighed, taking another drag before passing it to Demian who gladly took it from his fingers. "Thats a right shame that is" He said, "You're not blaming yourself, are you?" Demian remained quiet and just took a hit of his cigarette, his eyes still stained red. "You know I do." Peter motioned for the cigarette back and he took a long drag before responding, "You always blame yourself mate, it isn't fair. Someone else has to take the fall, for once." Demian just sighed, he looked out his window and up at the sky, looking for answers it just didn't have. "I don't know who else to blame." He finally said. "Sometimes, things just happen, and you can't do shit about it." Peter said, taking one last hit before handing it back to Demian. He blew his smoke out the window before speaking again, "You can't blame him for loving you." Demian swallowed hard at the words, he took another drag in silence and then threw it out the window. "I just wish I could have loved him back." Demian said, "You can't change how you feel. And speaking of that..." He trailed off, "Penny and I have been having some problems." Demian scoffed, "Is it your drinking?" Peter sighed and shut the window. "I only do it because I'm nervous." He said. "About what?" "About....being together. Sexually. I'm fucking scared Demian, that I'll be no good at it. I keep hyping myself up and trying to use the liquid courage, but I always chicken out." Demian attempted to stifle a laugh, trying to be respectful. "You're letting it cloud your judgement in a worse way, stop relying so heavily on it." He spoke softly, "You saw what relying too heavily did to Higgs." They both sat there in silence for a moment before Peter broke it, "You're right." He said. "I'm going to do better, I swear. And...I hope he makes it." He said, sadly. "Me too." Demian said, hiding his welling tears from his friend. They went to bed. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*The next day Demian got ready for classes, Peter seemed in better spirits and got dressed quickly. "I need to go see Penny." He said, "Later fuckers." And he left. Mordred laughed, slipping his shoes on. "Yeah I gotta get going too, I'm actually meeting Susan for breakfast." A flash of the redhead from the party entered Demians mind. "Oh yeah I did see you talking to her the other day." "Yeah and you know, she's fucking great." Demian smiled, Mordred was always so much more introverted than the rest of them. He was happy to see him coming out of his shell more. "Good for you man." he replied, "Oh and hey", he turned before exiting to face Demian, "I'm sorry about Higgs." Demian shook his head sadly and tried to force a smile. "Yeah, me too." He said. Mordred left. Demian put his hair up again today, a sudden flash of Professor Valor brushing it away from his face made his heart race. He shook those thoughts from his head and sighed, the protective necklace staring back at him in the mirror, reminding him who he belonged to, and not to stray. He swallowed hard at the thought and grabbed his things. The O.W.L.s were quickly approaching, and Demian wanted nothing more than to set himself up with prestigious classes next year. Through everything, he still took his studies very seriously. He thumbed through his books, looking for the correct ones to bring to class and saw a familiar journal. He removed it from the shelf and opened the pages, tracing his fingers over the pressed flowers within. He felt that familiar stab of guilt and he shut it quickly, wiping the tears from his eyes. He walked to class, ready to take some more boring and tedious notes. More whispers infected the air, the word of what happened to Higgs was spreading like wildfire. In charms class, Malfoy actually showed up. He took his seat next to Demian, but never looked in his direction. This infuriated him, and he thought back to the comforting words of his Professor, refusing to let Malfoy dictate his mood. Demian just studied, meticulously taking notes as Professor Valor spoke, his eyes never leaving him. Malfoy scoffed in the middle of the lecture, prompting a response from the instructor. "Do you have something to say Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Valor said plainly. "Nothing, nothing at all." He said, before shutting his book and abruptly picking up his things, he headed for the door. "Excuse me but you've yet to be dismissed." The professor pleaded, but Malfoy didn't turn around. "Okay then." Christian said, clapping his hands together once. "Since the rest of you actually value your education, I'm pleased to say I think you're all more than prepared for your O.W.L.s. And furthermore, I will be holding office hours every night going forward until the exams are over to help anyone who may need additional tutoring or guidance. You can sign up for a slot at my desk" Pansy interjected, "And is it a 1 on 1, Mr. Valor?" She said, somewhat flirtatiously. He chuckled awkwardly, "I can't very well force you to have a chaperone now can I, Ms. Parkinson." She once again playfully fanned herself, biting her lip. Demian just rolled his eyes. She had no shame. At the end of class Demian stopped by the Professors desk along with several others, Pansy among them. He signed up for a slot for guidance, knowing deep down...he didn't need any more help with studying. "The last time slot of the night huh?" The professor lifted the sheet up and studied it, "Are you sure you don't need more time to contemplate what we go over Valentino?" Demian stammered, "No I-" He didn't know how to tell him he only signed up to see him. "I only need help with one incantation." He lied on the spot. Fuck."Oh I see, well. In that case, I'll see you then. It shouldn't be too hard to go over." Demian chuckled nervously and quickly turned his heel to leave. "Well goodbye then, Valentino." His professor called out. He waved behind him, but didn't say anything, afraid of what might come out of his mouth next. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*When Demian left the classroom he heard a pair of fingers snap, he turned his head and Malfoy was standing there. He looked upset. "Where do you think you're going." He said. "To class." Demian responded dryly. "You're not, you're coming with me." He demanded. Demian tried to hold his ground, but before he had time to protest Malfoy was asserting his dominance as he always did, dragging him down the hallway. Professor Valor stood in the doorway of the charms class, arms folded as he leaned against the doorway, watching Demian be drug away. "Heh...." He said, under his breath, before he shut his door. Malfoy marched Demian to his room, throwing the door shut behind them. "Stop this nonsense Demian." "What nonsense?" He replied, "You heard what happened to Higgs didn't you?" "What, that he's probably sleeping in a suspended state of euphoria. What torture." He said sarcastically. "He might die!" Demian exclaimed, "Don't you feel bad even in the slightest?!" Demian raised his voice for the first time at Draco and he looked surprised. "No, I don't feel bad. At all." He said, coldly. "Fuck him." This only enraged Demian more, he turned to leave the room and Malfoy blocked the door. "You're not leaving, Demian." He said, sternly. "You can't control me, Malfoy." His own words even stunning him. "I can't?" He said. "Are you sure about that?" Demian remained silent, while he felt confident in the moment his fear of what might come was slowly returning. He thought about the day Dracos forearm was pressed to his neck and he touched it instinctively. "Y-you." He stammered, "Can't control me." He stared at Malfoy who smirked slightly before responding, "Look at you, growing a pair." Demians face grew hot with embarrassment. "It kinda turns me on, you know. Seeing you attempt to stand up for yourself. Not many do." He said, "Especially in my experience." Demian folded his arms, displeased with that answer. "Don't be like that, what will it take to get you to forgive me." He said. Demian just shrugged and tried to avoid his gaze, but seeing the raven necklace hanging from his neck softened his heart. He sighed audibly and gave him his terms, "I want you to be nicer to me..." He said.Malfoy scoffed again, "Nicer to you? Am I not nice?" He pretended to be hurt and held a hand up over his chest. Demian couldn't contain his laugh, "There he is." Draco said before motioning with his finger for Demian to come closer. He finally obliged and Malfoy wrapped his arms around his waist pulling him in. "You're mine." He said. "And you're mine, right?" Demian responded, a sad look in his eye. "Of course I am, Demian." He said, without wavering. "If you kiss me, I might even be inclined to let you go back to class"Demian smiled for the first time in what felt like days, he looked up into his silver eyes and Draco cupped his face in one of his hands, kissing him deeply. He kissed him back, leaning up and wrapping his arms around Dracos neck, pulling him even closer. The protective grip on his waist grew ever tighter and he felt a shiver run up his spine as Dracos cold fingers touched the bare skin of his back. "Brr..." Demian said. "I could always warm you up, you know." Draco smirked again. "I'm already late for class." Demian tried to protest. "We both know you're more than ready for the stupid fucking exams." Draco pleaded, a hungry look in his eye, "Please...stay." Demians face grew hot once more and he nodded. Without warning Draco scooped him up in his arms, "Finally..." He said, before tossing him onto the bed. "This is what I've been craving all week." "R-really?" Demian said, he looked up as Draco towered over him, lying between his legs. "Are you joking? I thought I would go mad if I waited another day without being inside you." Demian thought back to the last time they'd been together, when he let it slip that he loved him. A sad feeling pierced his chest as he pondered if Malfoy only liked him physically. Those thoughts left his head quickly as he felt the sensation of lips against the side of his neck, quiet panting by his ear. Malfoy was pressing his hips against him and, he could feel his swollen member."A-ah..." He said, looking between them with flushed cheeks. Malfoy steadied himself with one hand, the other running his thumb along his bottom lip softly, "I love the sounds you make." He said, unashamed. Demians face grew even hotter, but he felt inclined to lift his own hips, pressing himself against Draco with even more pressure. This excited him and he started grinding his hips against Demian through his clothes, the sheer anticipation of it all swelling in the moment. Draco pressed his lips against Demians, hungrily this time, his tongue begging for entrance. Demian allowed it, and another soft groan of pleasure escaped his lips. He reached up, grabbing onto Malfoys shirt and started to tug forcefully, Draco could tell he was eager. "Are you sure you don't want to go back to class?" He joked, and Demian just reached between them, gripping Draco through his jeans which surprised them both. "F-fuck..." He said, pressing down into his hand. His cock throbbed in anticipation and his hands, somewhat shaking, undid his jeans quickly. He pulled them down, until he was completely nude and with one hand, undressed Demian as well. He spread his legs, panting quietly as he looked up at Draco above him, "I want you..." He said, those words driving Draco over the edge. Draco quickly leaned over and fumbled around, searching for his familiar bottle. He dripped lube over his shaft, spreading it around with his palm before putting what remained on Demians core. He gasped, feeling Dracos fingers against him. They lingered for a moment, rubbing him. "N-ngh..." Demian responded without warning. Draco pushed one of Demians legs forward, exposing more of him before he slid himself inside. A moan of pleasure, mixed with pain escaped Demians lips and he tried to stifle it by kissing Draco deeply. He arched his hips upwards and Draco thrusted, slowly at first. Draco finally broke away from the kiss after a moment, unable to control his own moans. He buried his face in the side of Demians neck and breathed raggedly next to Demians ear. Demian felt his cock twitch from the sounds and without warning, he felt a hand stroking his own shaft. "D-Draco..." He said, grabbing at his wrist to stop him from making him cum too early. But Malfoy refused, he just kept thrusting, his hand skillfully gliding up and down Demians cock, slick with whatever lube was left on his palm. "S-Stop, I'll cum" Demian stammered, but this only excited Draco more, his thrusts becoming deeper, and harder. He slowed the stroke of his palm, teasingly as his thrusting became more rhythmic, but Demian was unable to control himself. He exploded, shooting ropes of cum up onto his chest, and onto Draco, moaning loudly and arching his back in sheer pleasure. Draco listened intently to his lovers moans, coupled with the feeling of warm cum being shot onto his stomach, Draco released inside of Demian, choking out soft noises of ecstasy into Demians ear before collapsing onto his chest, still inside. His heart beat quickly, and when he finally managed to catch his breath, he said "God, that was amazing." Demian blushes once again, "I-it was" He stammered."Not so sad about class now, are you?" He said. "Not at all." Demian replied, the two got up and showered together, eager to spend the rest of the night in each other's company.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*The next few days went by rather quickly, no news about Higgs had been heard from anyone. Demian hardly slept, and soon the dark circles that he once witnessed on Terrence, adorned his own face. His mind raced from the constant studying, not to mention the emotional stress and guilt he felt over what happened to Higgs. He still cared about him after all, even after everything. No, especially after everything. That night, while eating dinner in the great hall, some of the Slytherins began whispering to each other. Demian was sitting with Draco, so he could overhear them talking, "Higgs parents are here, did you hear?" The whispered amongst one another. Demian felt that familiar sting in his chest and he poked at his food, trying to hide his discomfort from Draco, who would likely only become enraged at the thought he could still possibly care about him. It wasn't that Demian loved him, no. It was that he loved being in his company. All the time he knew him, he was kind to him. He valued him. He made him feel heard, appreciated, and above all else safe. Safe to confide in, safe to be around. He missed that feeling. It wasn't that he didn't feel protected being with Malfoy, he did. But for a much different reason. People looked at Malfoy and saw terror, cruelty, aggression. And while he was all of those things, and more, the safety he provided was less emotional security, and much more physical. Demian sighed, and this time Draco put his utensils down. "What's wrong", he said. "It's nothing." Demian lied. "It's never nothing with you." Draco responded, a tinge of annoyance staining his words. Demian poked at his food again, "I'm just not really hungry, I think I'll go study." He said. Draco just scoffed, "Yeah I'm not doing that, doesn't matter how I do on the O.W.L.s, I know i'll get into whatever classes I want." He said, confidently. And this was true, Demian knew his fathers connections were vast, but he felt Draco relied too heavily on them at times, squandering his true potential. Demian just nodded and tried to smile, he got up to leave and Draco held on to his robe for a moment. "Come find me later." He commanded, and Demian just nodded in agreement. He left the Great Hall and walked towards his dorm before a pang of curiosity struck him. He had to know why Higgs parents were here, and what was going on. He made a quick turn, away from the Ravenclaw common rooms, and towards the nurses office. The door was cracked open and he could hear multiple people talking within. He stepped close to the door, peering inside. He saw Higgs was still in his bed, Headmaster Dumbledore was talking to two older folks, likely Higgs parents. The woman gripped a handkerchief in her hand, she dabbed her cheeks often as the others spoke amongst themselves, "So, that's it then?" The man said, he threw his arms up in anger, "My son just perishes, no one takes the fall for funneling this poison into him?" "Master Higgs", Professor Dumbledore began, "We have no proof that anyone did anything to your son, we only know he ingested a massive amount of the Elixir of Euphoria." "That Elixir is extremely hard to make, you and I both know that Headmaster." His father protested, "Someone was giving it to him. Or helping him make it, or something!" His mother remained silent still, continuing to dab her eyes. "And now, you're saying he could die any day now." He continued, "With no explanation of when, or how, or even a way to save him." "That's correct", the Headmaster replied, you could tell he was saddened, but trying to remain as calm as he could, "We have done everything we could, he's shown no activity since that night." "Well were taking him home." He father said, abruptly. "He's not going to waste away here, alone." Demian felt the guilt swelling up again. "And I agree, I think you should take him home." Dumbledore said. "And will you get to the bottom of this?" His father demanded, "Will there be no justice for him?" Demian turned to leave and Dumbledore noticed his shadow emanating from behind the glass. "I'll certainly try." He responded before walking out to the hallway, catching Demians silhouette as he retreated from the nurses office, tears in his eyes.