Mania: an obsessive love that is intense and often violent, and guarantees extreme jealousy and possessiveness
Song: Black Widow by Iggy Azalea and Rita Ora
"I'm gonna love you until it hurts, just to get you I'm doing whatever works."
Harry laughs as Parvati jokes around with him about Snape.
"He looks like a fucking mop," she mutters. Harry laughs again.
As he glances up to make sure Snape isn't listening to them, his eyes catch Draco's.
Why is Draco staring at him so intently?
As if asking himself the same question, Draco seems to snap back into reality and shoots Parvati a glare before turning back around in his seat.
Harry blinks. That was weird.
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As Harry leaves the classroom, he sees Draco leaning aginst the wall next to the door watching him. The blonde pushes himself off the wall and walks next to Harry.
"So what's going on with you and Patil?" Draco asks, sneering.
Harry rolls his eyes. "Not that it's any of your business, but nothing. She's a friend."
"Good," Draco mutters.
"Why?" Harry asks, not liking the dangerous edge to Draco's voice.
"No reason," Draco replies, a sweet smile on his face. "I've been meaning to ask you, what do you do with your hair in the morning? It's not even styled, and it looks so... sexy." He smirks, running one hand through Harry's hair in a way that sends chills of pleasure up Harry's spine.
"Wh-what?" Harry stutters nervously.
"Oh, nothing," Draco says, his voice velvety smooth. "See you around, love."
He's gone in an instant, leaving Harry confused and a bit dizzy.
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"Harry, you look cute today," Lavender giggles, leaning toward him.
Harry looks up from his Transfiguration notes to see her wearing a very low cut top and leaning forward as much as she can without falling.
"Erm... thank you?" he says, confused.
"I was wondering, if maybe you'd like to-"
"Hello, Harry."
Draco's low, sexy voice murmurs in Harry's ear as he sits down smoothly next to him. Harry shivers.
"Brown," Draco says, shortly, giving her an odd, dark look. "You can leave now."
She huffs irritably, before turning around and walking away.
"Harry, you look absolutely ravishing today," Draco says, wrapping an arm tightly around his waist. "You have such a lovely effect on me."
"I- um-" Harry stutters, unsure of what to say.
"I would very much like for you to go on a date with me," Draco whispers, lips brushing his ear.
Harry can feel his whole face flush. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, sounds good."
"Lovely. I know a wonderful restaurant in Italy. Meet me by the front doors at six."
He's gone as quickly as he came, and Harry is left wondering what the hell just happened.
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Harry doesn't know how he gets himself in these situations, honestly.
But in this exact moment, he has Blaise Zabini pushing him against a wall, whispering dirty things to him and kissing his neck.
"Fuck- Zabini-" he hisses. "We can't- I'm not-"
"Blaise."
The voice is cold and dangerous and Harry feels Zabini's whole body go completely still.
"Back up."
Zabini obeys instantly, and as the light catches his face, Harry can see the true terror lying there.
Harry turns his head to see his savior, and almost gasps at the white-blonde hair he sees catch the light.
Draco.
"Draco, I-" Zabini tries to protest desperately, but in the blink of an eyes, Draco has him pressed against the wall, arm against his throat.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Draco growls low.
"I'm sorry, Dray, you're not the only one who has a crush, it's not like you own him-"
Draco cuts him off by punching him in the mouth.
"Draco!" Harry cries, shocked.
Zabini still looks scared, and he spits blood onto the floor. "Dray, please-"
Draco punches him again. And again. And again, and again, and again, and again.
"Draco!" Harry screams, horrified. "Stop!"
Draco stills, dropping Zabini to the floor and grabbing Harry's arm. He pulls him out of the corridor and far away from Zabini.
"Draco, you might have really hurt him, we should go back and check on him," Harry protests.
"I didn't hurt him bad enough," Draco growls.
"Draco, that was kinda messed up."
"I saved you, Harry," Draco says, stopping in his tracks. "Think of what he could have done. I saved you, Harry, you should be thankful."
There's flaws in his logic, but Draco's eyes are warm again and Harry finds himself nodding before he can even think about it.
"Good," Draco says. "I'm glad you understand."
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They've been on three dates now, and on each one, Draco has been a perfect gentleman, amazing Harry with more and more beautiful locations each time.
Today they are not on a date. Instead, they're studying at the library for N.E.W.T.S.
"Harry, would you like to go out sometime?"
Harry looks up from his book to see Lavender smiling at him. Her shirt is no longer low cut, her smile genuine.
He smiles, about to respond, when Draco cuts in.
"He's my boyfriend, Brown, fuck off."
Harry frowns as Lavender pouts and walks away.
"I'm your boyfriend?" he asks.
"Well, yeah," Draco says, flipping a page.
"But you didn't even ask me," Harry says, confused.
Draco lays his book down on his lap. "Why does that matter? Would you have rejected me if I did ask you?"
Harry instantly feels guilty. "Of course not! I would have said yes!"
"Then why does it matter either way?" Draco asks irritably, lifting his book again.
Harry frowns, slightly, but decides to leave it alone and returns to his book.
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Harry sits down at the Gryffindor table to eat. Hermione smiles at him.
"Hey Harry. How are you and Draco doing?"
"Good," he says. "He keeps taking me on these really extravagant dates, it's amazing."
Hermione smiles sweetly, returning to her food.
An hour later, Harry meets Draco at the library. The blonde looks irritated.
"Dray?" Harry says cautiously. "What's wrong?"
"Why do you always eat at the Gryffindor table?" Draco asks angrily. "Why don't you ever eat with me?"
"I'm a Gryffindor, remember?" Harry says gently. "Besides, all my friends are over there. I see you all the time, but I still like to see my friends too."
"Oh, I see. So you like them better than me?" Draco accuses angrily.
"No!" Harry replies quickly. "Of course not! I like you guys equally, in different ways!"
"Well with the way Hermione looks at you, I'd say she likes you better than a friend!" Draco shouts.
"Hermione is my friend, nothing more!" Harry protests.
"Then why would you choose to sit with her over me?"
"I... I don't know!" Harry shouts. He feels guilty and he's not sure why. "I'm sorry, I'll sit with you from now on!"
Draco smiles suddenly. "Wonderful. Ready to study?"
Harry frowns at the sudden change in temper, but ignores it in favor of his more positive boyfriend.
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"I'm sorry, I can't sit with you anymore," Harry says softly.
Hermione frowns. "I don't undertsand."
"Draco wants me sitting with him. He doesn't like the way you look at me. He thinks I'm choosing you over him."
Hermione frowns. "Harry, we're just friends."
"I told him that. He didn't seem to believe me."
"Harry... I hate to say this, but have you considered that you might be in an abusive relationship?"
"Draco's never hit me," Harry says defensively.
"He doesn't have to," Hermione says softly.
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Harry can't stop thinking about Hermione's words.
When he numbly sits down next to Draco, Draco kisses his cheek and smiles at him, but Harry doesn't smile back.
"So what should we do today?" Draco asks.
"Draco, I think I want to break up," Harry says quickly.
Draco stiffens, his grip on his butter knife becoming tight. "No."
Harry frowns. "No?"
"No. You're not breaking up with me. I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you. You need me."
"I need you..." Harry repeats softly.
It takes him a moment to realize Draco is manipulating him.
"No. I don't need you," Harry replies.
Draco glares at him. "We're not having this conversation right now. Eat your fucking breakfast."
"We're through," Harry says harshly, standing up and walking over to Gryffindor table.
"You okay?" Hermione asks, noticing his expression.
"Can I stay with you today?" Harry asks.
Her face softens, and she nods. When they finish their breakfast and stand, Harry notices as Hermione walks with him that she has one hand in her pocket, holding her wand, and she stands close enough to Harry to protect him if something was to happen.
Harry feels safer already.
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Hermione and Ron have been Harry's bodyguards in shifts for a week. Harry has almost forgotten about Draco.
That is, until today.
Harry and Ron are chatting happily about Quidditch when suddenly, Harry hears a noise and Ron falls to the ground.
Harry draws his wand immediately,turning to face Draco, who is smiling at him with a twisted grin.
"Hello, Harry," he says. His voice, once sexual and invigorating, is now dangerous and terrifying.
"Don't come any closer," Harry says, his voice cracking.
"Harry, Harry," Draco says, shaking his head. "Don't play these games with me."
Harry realizes Draco's wand is not pointed at him, but rather still resting on Ron's unconscious form.
"Put down the wand, or I kill him" Draco says smoothly, no trace of emotion in his voice.
"You're insane."
"Perhaps."
Harry considers his options. He doesn't think Draco will kill him, but he doesn't doubt for a second that if Harry doesn't drop his wand, Draco will kill Ron.
"Fine," he whispers. His wand falls to the floor.
"Your friends are your biggest weakness, Harry," Draco says, smiling. A flash of green light hits Ron. "Oops."
"NO!" Harry screams, reaching down for his own wand.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco cries. Harry's whole body goes stiff, and he falls to the ground.
Draco lifts him up.
"Oh, if only you weren't so difficult, Harry," he says, dragging Harry along with him.
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Harry wakes up to find himself tied to a chair in a dorm room. The walls are green, it must be a Slytherin room.
Draco's room.
Harry pulls desperately on his bond, and tries to scream, but nothing comes out.
"Silencing spell," Draco says from his place on his bed. "Clever, no?"
Harry pulls roughly on his bonds, but no avail.
"You and me are going to have fun, Harry," Draco says. "I'll take the silencing spell off if you promise not to scream. Promise?"
Harry nods desperately. Draco waves his wand, and Harry's throat seems to shift slightly.
"Why are you doing this?" he whispers hoarsely.
"Oh Harry," Draco says, almost sadly. He traces Harry's jawline with a single finger.
"Because I love you."