Unlikely Beginnings

Unlikely Beginnings
by Carrie and Christine.

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Chapter One

Harry Potter had a lot of things on his mind as he reached the front grounds
of Hogwarts. As he strolled aimlessly through the cool November air, he
wished he could let the breeze blow away the things he counted off in his
mind. The ever present threat of Voldemort, Cedric Diggory\'s death, his on
again-off again relationship with Cho Chang, life without his godfather,
Sirius Black, and whether or not he was prepared to take his NEWTs exams
this year. His life was full and chaotic for a seventeen year old boy.

He knew he was The Boy Who Lived, and with that came the great
responsibility he held proudly, but sometimes, mainly late at night when he
couldn\'t sleep, he wished he was plain old Harry Potter. Just plain old
Harry: magnificent Quidditch Seeker, piss poor student at potions, and best
mate to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Of course, if he had been plain, ordinary Harry, he wouldn\'t have had so
much on his mind. No, no. He would have heard the non-discreet footfalls
behind him, stepping closer and closer. And, if he had heard that, he
wouldn\'t have, as easily, been pushed from behind. Harry squinted, his eyes
partially shut in a cringe as he held his hands out to ease his fall, not
really succeeding with that, and thudding painfully onto the ground. With a
groan of mild discomfort, he turned over only to see the smirking face of
his major annoyance, Draco Malfoy.

Harry opened his eyes and blinked to clear his head and make the image of
the blond in front of him appear less blurry, or maybe he should just wipe
that fingerprint off the lens of his glasses. He tried not to squint past
the smudge as he looked up into Draco\'s eyes. \"Malfoy? Why the bloody hell
did you do that for?\" Harry didn\'t exactly wait for an answer before he set
about getting himself back on his feet, brushing bits of grass off his robes
in the process.

\"I was bored,\" Draco stated, as if Harry had asked the stupidest question.
\"Do I ever need an excuse to torment you, Potter?\" Draco gave an almost
happy half-smile, which came off more as cruel amusement, as per usual.

Harry rolled his eyes at the slightly wistful tone in the other boy\'s voice.
\"Whatever, Malfoy.\" Harry gave one last brush of his hand to his robes and
moved to brush by Draco on his way back to the school. \"Why don\'t you do the
world a favor and go rot somewhere?\"

Draco frowned and stepped after Harry, reaching a hand to cup over the dark
haired boy\'ouldoulder and spun him back around. \"Is that the best you could
come up with?\" Draco challenged, stepping into Harry\'s personal space. \"I do
believe you\'re losing your touch,\" Draco said, smirk growing wider by the
second at the pissed off look on Harry\'s face.

\"Piss off, you wanker,\" Harry growled before turning on his heel to head on
his way again. He didn\'t get very far before he found himself flat on his
face again with an angry Draco sitting on him, holding him down. \"Guh! Get
off, you arse!\" Harry yelled as he tried valiantly to dislodge Draco\'s hands
from his head, which were currently smacking it into the ground, repeatedly.
With his attempts to throw the other boy off, Draco was becoming more
aggressive and exerting more strength into the process. Annoyed with his
victim\'s struggles, Draco got up quickly, only to flip Harry onto his back.

Draco grabbed the collar of Harry\'s robes for more leverage than his hair
gave, and continued banging the seemingly offending head into the ground.
Glasses askew and barely hanging onto his face, Harry tried to raise his
arms back to push Draco off of his person, but to no avail. The only thing
it provided him with was sore shoulder joints. Harry wiggled his arms
forward, instead of back, trying to reach Draco\'s head.

He succeeded in pushing himself onto his elbows, Draco seemingly not to have
foreseen this potential move on Harry\'s side, and was temporarily at a loss
at what to do. Harry reached an arm over his head to Draco\'s and grasped
silky, silver blond hair between his fingers. Giving out a resounding yelp
at the rough tug Harry divvied out, Draco stuck his knee into the middle of
Harry\'s back, pushing him back flat to the ground. Harry groaned in pain
when his shoulder joint was bent back awkwardly as his hand was pulled
behind his back, Draco holding it down and resuming the initial torment.

The blond had a good four inches and ten pounds on him, and not knowing what
else he could do; Harry squirmed his wrist free from under Draco\'s knee and
moved it to the lower regions of Draco\'s body, grabbing at his groin. All
other movement was ceased on Draco\'s part as his eyes went wide in shock at
the new and quite unexpected contact.

Harry was about to yank ouslously on the cloth covered flesh in his hands,
when a moan of pleasured pain was elicited from above him. His eyes rivaled
that of the most terrified House Elf\'s, to beat even Draco\'s at the moment,
when he felt the item in his hands stiffen and grow. With a startled cry, he
tore his hands away and tried to remove himself from his now a lot more
awkward position underneath Draco.

When the warm hand over his privates moved away from his groin, Draco opened
eyes he apparently hadn\'t realized were closed, in time to register that
Harry was trying to scramble out from under him. He dropped down on his
hands again as he crawled back over top of Harry, pinning him down. \"Where
do you think you\'re going?\" Draco leaned down, breathing the question
against the skin behind Harry\'s ear. Harry had never heard Draco sound this
way, though he couldn\'t say it was really a surprise. \"You think you can get
me hard and not finish what you started? I think not.\"

Harry didn\'t really want to turn to face Draco, but he\'d have a better
chance of crab-walking it away from the unwelcome shelter he\'d attracted
than he would of crawling on his belly like a snake. Draco allowed the
movement of Harry rolling underneath him, becoming perhaps a bit optimistic
of the thigh that brushed over his erection as Harry shifted.

\"What are you playing at, Malfoy?\" Harry pushed his eyebrows together in
confusion as he looked up at the other boy. \"I don\'t know what planet you\'re
living on, but my intention was definitely not to arouse you,\" he said as he
continued trying to disentangle his robes from Draco\'s and to relieve
himself of Draco\'s weight pushing down on him.

Draco pursed his lips in thoughtful anger before reaching a conclusion in
his mind, as he reached for his wand up his sleeve. \"Teasing me, are you,
Potter? Let\'s see what you think of this,\" he said before he began to mumble
a charm that began to pin Harry\'s wrists above his head on the ground. Harry
let out a startled cry as his wrists moved of Draco\'s accord, and he tried
desperately to loosen the invisible cords that held them.

Finding himself stuck, he began to toss his body side to side in earnest to
get the slightly larger boy off of him. Draco groaned once more in surprised
pleasure as Harry continued his thrashes, unwitting of their effect on the
blond. Uttering another charm under his th, th, Draco divested them of their
trousers and pants, leaving them both naked from the waist down. Harry
gasped in alarm at suddenly finding himself flapping in the wind.

\"Draco,\" Harry began, almost breathless still as he looked up at the
predatory face of the Slytherin above him, \"Someone is going to see you
doing this!\" After their Care of Magical Creatures class was over, Harry
went with Hagrid to his house, but was shooed back for lunch, and knew
Hagrid wouldn\'t be out for at least an hour and a half. Everyone else was
inside having lunch.

Draco paid no heed to Harry\'s concern or worry, but he did comment as he
took advantage of the naked limbs in front of him. \"Oh, heaven forbid Crabbe
and Goyle miss lunch, Potter,\" Draco tutted. \"They won\'t be out looking for
me for quite some time, got to fill their mouths with something if there\'s
no intelligent speech in there, you know.\"

As he finished sg thg that, he lifted Harry\'s thighs up to present Harry\'s
ass to the cool breeze and leaned down until his face was only centimeters
away from the small opening. Draco savored the shocked stillness of Harry\'s
body when the dark haired boy realized what was actually happening, and ran
his tongue experimentally up the exposed cleft. \"Oh, god!\" Harry shouted.
\"Malfoy, what the...,\" he paused as he panted and was rewarded with another
teasing lick, \"*fuck*... are you doing?\" Harry gasped out, and continued to
pant heavily each time the blond ran his tongue across Harry\'s quivering
hole, and finding himself unconsciously pushing back towards Draco\'s
efforts.

\'Oh, yes,\' Harry thought, and his thoughts paused a moment before they could
form any further than that. \'I\'ve provoked this, haven\'t I? Yes, I\'ll just
attempt to buck him off with my pelvis. That seems a right hetero thing to
do.\' Harry would have rolled his eyes at himself if they weren\'t already
shut against the onslaught of Draco\'s tongue against his hole.

Draco pulled his tongue from Harry\'s ass, licking his lips in the process,
only to replace it with his right index finger. \"I\'m rimming you, or haven\'t
you noticed?\" Draco replied belatedly, turning his head to the left, and
saying to himself, \locklocks, I must be losing my touch if he\'s still
coherent enough to ask bloody questions.\" He muttered to himself re re
removing his finger from within Harry to once again lick and suck at the
slowly loosening hole.

Harry continued to moan and gasp at every flick of Draco\'s seemingly
experienced and talented tongue. He was at ont on the brink of orgasm when
Draco pulled away completely, making Harry\'s eyes snap open and his brain
almost come back to reality at the sudden loss. Making a slight face, Draco
spat a glob of spit into his hand and bringing it to his erection, slathered
it all over himself as ceremoniously as he could. Using his dry hand to grab
one of Harry\'s sprawled legs, he pushed it up towards Harry\'s chest, the
other following suit on its own. Draco smoothed one cheek to the side,
opening the other boy as wide as he could as he lined his cock up against
the loosened hole and began to push forward.

Harry let out a tense grunt of pain as Draco slowly penetrated him. He
wasn\'t particularly thrilled about losing his virginity where anyone out
taking a stroll could spot them, and he definitely never pictured giving up
his innocence to Malfoy, of all people. Harry unclenched his jaw once he
felt Malfoy stop moving, finished pushing his way into Harry\'s body. The
ache of newly stretched muscles was beginning to fade, and become less
painful as it had been a few moments ago, but it still felt like a dull ache
in his arse. He closed his eyes as his jaw slackened even more to let out a
breath of air, trying to get some form of pleasure out of being used, when
he felt Draco slowly slide out before thrusting back in.

Draco grasped his bottom lip and pulled it inside his mouth, biting down on
it to keep himself in control. He wasn\'t about to come so quickly like an
eager little virgin, and he didn\'t want to end this too soon. It had been a
few weeks since he had last slept with anyone, and he wanted this to be
good. Even though he didn\'t particularly like Potter, really, he didn\'t want
to cause the other boy any harm. Fucking hard was one thing, but being
brutal was quite another. No matter what people thought of him or his
family, he was not the type to permanently injure someone. At least, not
intentionally.

As Draco continued to thrust, his thoughts weren\'t completely focused on
what he was doing. Still being careful not to hurt Harry, even by squishing
him, Draco leaned donto nto his elbows over top of Harry. He didn\'t want to
mislead the other boy into thinking this was any type of romantic thing, but
keeping to his no-harm motto, he felt inclined to make it good for Harry as
well. It wasn\'t as if Harry was really struggling to get away at the moment,
either. His thoughts began to break up as his physical reactions caught up
with him, leaving him murmuring. \"So tight,\" he gasped out at first, feeling
his warm breath bounce back at him from the side of Harry\'s neck, adding to
the flush that was creeping up over the rest of his body. \"So hot.\"

Harry whimpered out something unintelligible, which pleased Draco,
considering his earlier comment. Harry alternated those whimpers with low
cries of pleasure, gasping or yelling out, \"Oh, god,\" as Draco thrust into
him. They continued this way for a good while until Draco pushed himself in
particularly deep, warranting the loudest cry from Harry yet. Not wanting to
give up that deep throbbing pleasure yet, he tightened his muscles around
Draco\'s cock, trying to hold it in instead of letting it be pulled away.

\"That\'s it,\" Draco whispered down to him. \"Clench tighter for me,\" he
demanded, giving a teasing little lick along Harry\'s jaw line. Harry did as
he was told, though not necessarily for Draco\'s benefit. A moment later,
after twin shuddering moans from the both of them, Harry began struggling at
his invisible bonds. Draco was planning on letting him pointlessly tug at
the spell when he heard the most frustrated whimper from Harry.
Understanding dawned on Draco as a slow smirk formed on his lips, though
parted to gasp in air, he muttered the reversal charm. He watched, eyelids
barely drawn open, as Harry spared barely a second to rub his wrists before
a hand sought out his erection. As he followed the hand with his eyes,
knuckles skimmed his chest, making a shiver run straight down to his buried
cock before he was promptly made aware of Harry\'s hard-on.

Draco looked back up to Harry\'s face just in time to see the undecided motor
response to where his other hand would go. He stared at the hand that
seemingly wanted to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him towards
Harry for a kiss. Unsure of whether he wanted that or not, Draco made the
effort to lift himself back onto his hands, looking down to watch Harry
rapidly stroking up and down his weeping length.

Harry was quite studiously ignoring the grass rubbing against his lower
back, and he managed to push it out of his mind completely when his hands
were let loose. He wanted to almost hug Draco for the small mercy he\'d
allowed, but when he caught sight of those lips in that devilishly tempting
smirk, his mind stalled. Suddenly, the aftermath of thicurscursion posed a
thousand questions in his head. He was thankful, though, that
subconsciously, his brain was still going along with the original plan, and
sending a hand down to wank himself off. Would Draco pretend it never
happened? Would they be an \'item\'? He doubted it. A kiss, though? How would
Draco react to even that, at least while they were fucking? He\'d never dream
of walking up to his supposed enemy in the halls and laying a big smacking
kiss on his lips. But what about right now?

The decision was taken away from him due to his delay in action, as Draco
put more distance between them. He seemed to be making up for the gap, a
silence and never admitted apology for no kiss, by thrusting a bit harder.
Draco knew what Harry was thinking of doing, and he had thought about it
himself, as well, but he decided he didn\'t want to go there. This was just
sex, after all. Admittedly, it had been unplanned, but it\tilltill sex,
either way. He had no desire to get \'close\' to Harry, other than the
instance laying before him.

His head lolled back a bit as he gasped, feeling his orgasm approaching. It
seemed Potter was experiencing the same, as his hand sped up, wanking
himself harder and faster, bringing himself to the edge of his own release.
Not wanting to come before the boy beneath him, Draco shifted a knee,
angling his thrusts a bit. He smiled to himself when a long, drawn out moan
erupted from Harry\'s mouth. \'Wonderful thing, the prostate,\' Draco mused to
himself as he continued bumping the head of his cock against said swollen
gland.

Draco wanted to finish this up quickly, as most students would be done with
their lunch by now, and might wander outside. He wouldn\'t have necessarily
been embarrassed by being caught, but with Potter? He didn\'t want rumors
spreading. Harry let out another loud cry when his completion came, his cock
twitched with spasms in his fist as jets of white spurted out, coating his
hand and getting a few drops on his shirt. After a couple more thrusts,
Draco came due to the clenching of muscles in Harry\'s ass. A bit weak, Draco
slumped down over Harry as they both caught their breaths.

Moments later, being not too comfortable laying with Potter, Draco carefully
withdrew his cock from Harry\'s body. He leaned back to sit on his haunches,
looking down curiously at the other boy. Harry pushed himself onto his
elbows, looking misleadingly relaxed and carelessly lounged due to the bliss
of orgasm. With one last odd look, Draco stood up and reversed the charm
he\'d used to take their trousers off. Harry barely registered that only
Draco\'s reappeared, that he\'d have to do it himself for his own.

Draco smoothed his hands down his thighs to get rid of any wrinkles hiding
there, paying no attention to the boy still laying on the groundtil til he
said, \"Well, thanks for that. See you around, Potter.\" Draco turned and
walked away, towards the castle, hoping he\'d be in time to grab a bite of
lunch before afternoon classes started.

Harry watched him incredulously, wondering if he was actually just going to
leave. It wouldn\'t be unlike Malfoy to do that, he realized, but he couldn\'t
make himself move. All he could think about was the smirk firmly etched on
Malfoy\'s face before he turned, leaving Harry to wonder what the fuck just
happened. Besides the obvious, at least; but Harry wasn\'t sure Draco would
give him that much credit.

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