Draco's Fallen Angel

It wasn't often that Harry wanted to escape from everything. But when he did, he sought the comfort of the Room Of Requirements.

Strolling towards it he kept the hood of his black work cloak over his head. This way no one was able to tell it was him. He liked the escape, the mystery and intrigue of people NOT knowing who he was.

Though many thought they knew Harry, not many knew about his occasional tattoo or piercing.

“Mr. Potter what will it be tonight. We have a special on house tattoos or you could get another piercing. I don't think we've pierced your balls yet." said a slightly taller man with a body builder build. "We also have one of our girls available for you, did practice go well?"

"Practice went alright" he said as his hand moved to brush the hood of his cloak from his head. Biting his lip softly he thought about the options. "I think a new tattoo sounds good"

"Where would you like this one, and what do you have in mind?"

One of the women walked out of one of the rooms that RoR provided for Harry's mood. She wore a black shear lace gown, and black jewels around her neck and wrist. She smiled at Harry, and walked on past. "You could have her if you like, for free, anything for you."

Turning as he heard the woman, he gave her a soft and slow smile. "Well, I was thinking about a silver dragon" though no one knew about it, his secret fantasy was to have Draco Malfoy. He couldn't EVER tell anyone about it. His hands slipped off the black cloak over his shoulders showing his more muggle attire. Loose blue jeans hung low on his hips and a tight white shirt.

"Or if you prefer we have young men, which one would you like?"


The room shifted a little with Harry's mood change, large pillows, puffs and curtains sectioning off the room appeared. Sitting down on a puff he glanced over at the voice.

"What kind of young men?" he asked knowing that the room would give him the one he desired. But in his heart it would hurt because it wasn't real. Draco Malfoy would never want him.
"I can get you anyone you want, and if you like, I can go get the real person. I know who you want, I can see it, you want Mr. Malfoy, and I can convince him. I will tell him it will be totally private, and he will be able to enjoy you, as you would him.

Glancing up his emerald orbs darkened a little before his head lowered a little bit. "He won't do it" he said softly. He knew that there was NO way that Draco would want him. Why would anyone want a walking target for a lover? Let alone a skinny one with messy raven hair, glasses and emerald eyes.

It took less then 2 minutes for the man to convince Draco to meet Harry. Draco was very excited to spend a quiet time with his secret lover. He would never admit it, but he's wanted Harry for a very long time, and it was about time he got what he wanted.

Harry had relaxed within the room as the man left him alone. Lounging he'd changed into a pair of silk lounge pants and had changed into a tight tank top. Heaving a sigh he sipped lazily along the drink in his hand. Something like butterbeer but from a golden goblet.

Someone from behind Harry asked, "Do you still want the silver dragon, or do you want me?"

Hearing that familiar drawl he turned around. Emerald orbs fixed on ice blue and he felt his heart skip a beat. "They're both the same" he said softly. "But you aren't real, just here because this room gives me what I want" lowering his head a little he sipped again from the goblet. "There is no way you would want me for real"

"If I'm not real Potter, go down to the Slytherin common room, and see if I’m there." Draco walked up to Harry and lay down beside him, and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I’m real Potter, so tell me what you’re thinking."

His heart sped up a little as he watched that blonde settle onto the puff beside him. But then those soft lips touched his own. Blinking a little he reached out and touched Draco's hair. A soft smile played along his lips as he found it as soft and silky as he'd always thought it would be. "I'm thinking why are you here? I mean really here? You were blackmailed or convinced..... something. You hate me."


"Potter, why think so little of yourself? I have to tell you, I’ve wanted you since our first year. I had to play like I hated you, for my fathers’ sake, but now that we can meet in here; I would love to be your lover"


Blinking a little he then cupped Draco's face. "Really? I mean, why didn't you say something before about it?" he asked softly as he moved just a little closer to the one he'd wanted as a lover for SO long.

"I'm sorry I should have, but I'm here now, so we can get to it...now if you want." Draco said with an evil smile

nodding slowly he dropped his hand from Draco's face, "I do if you do Draco" he said hoping that Draco would in turn use his first name instead of his sir name.

"Harry, if we say I do, does that mean we are married?” Draco was in a good mood, so he decided to tease a little. "Kiss me Harry, so I can see what I've been missing."

Chuckling he then blushed a little as he heard the tease and then the demand. Leaning forward he pressed his lips into Draco's. His hand reached up to cup Draco's face. This was a dream come true.

Harry couldn’t believe his good fortune, he was actually kissing Draco, and Draco was letting him without cursing him. Harry found that he actually liked kissing boys, Draco especially.

Harry decided he would go ahead and get the silver dragon after all. He wanted it on the inside of his thigh, his right thigh.

“I’ll take the silver dragon.” Harry said, while unbuttoning his pants. “I want it right here.” pointing to the spot, just below where the head of his cock was pointing.

“Well Mr. Potter, that’s an excellent spot to put your dragon, but I warn you it will hurt a lot.”
“I don’t care; I want Draco to see it every time we’re together.” Harry said looking strait into Draco’s beautiful gray eyes.

Draco leaned over to kiss Harry one more time before the needle started humming.

It hours for the man to finish Harry’s tattoo, but it was worth it. He had a beautiful dragon on his thigh, a raging hard-on that everyone could see, and the love of his life beside him, ready to take care of him.

“I assume you know what to do for your new tat. I will leave you two alone. Mr. Malfoy, if you ever decide you would like a tattoo, give me a call. Just come to the RoR, and think about the tattoo, and I will appear.”
“Sure no problem.” Draco answered in a bored sarcastic tone.

After the man and his companions left the RoR, Draco asked Harry how many tattoo’s Harry had.

“I have about five. Would you like to see them?”

“I already see one, and I like it. I like its friend beside it too, I think it’s nice and big and absolutely gorgeous.”

Harry blushed, his whole face and upper chest turning red. Harry began to take off his shirt to show some of his tats. “These I got in the beginning, when I would just think about touching, or even talking to you, but never had the balls to approach you.”

Harry pointed to the left of his chest. There was a small red ‘D’ there. Draco didn’t know what to think, he knew that was for him too. Then Harry pointed to the other side, there was a small green snake.
Draco was getting more excited by the minute. Harry pointed to his belly button; there was a flaming sun around the adorable little button. Draco didn’t know how much more he could take seeing the symbols on Harry’s perfect body.

“Get ready, I’m going to show you the best and the biggest one I have.”

Draco couldn’t wait, he was speechless already, and horny as hell. “Well quit teasing Potter, I want to see it.”

Harry chuckled softly, “Ok, I have to turn around, and drop the rest of my clothes.” that undid Draco; he could feel the precum oozing out of him.

Harry looked down to Draco’s pants, Draco was very excited, and it was because of Harry. Harry couldn’t believe he was the one making Draco cum in his pants. “Come on Harry show me.” Draco croaked out.

Harry turned, and Draco saw a pair of black beautiful wings, they didn’t end at the small of Harry’s back either. They went down past his ass cheeks. Draco wanted to get his hands on Harry’s ass.
“You are defiantly a fallen angel Harry, you’re so HOT. I need to touch you.”

Harry didn’t move when Draco came up behind him, and started rubbing and massaging his ass. “Can I fuck you Harry?” Draco asked in a barely audible whisper. “I need to, or I’m going to cum in my pants just looking at you.”

Harry leaned his head against Draco’s shoulder, and said, “As long as you don’t mind my ass piercing.”

That did it, Draco had Harry bent over. He barely had his pants down before he was sticking his cock in Harry’s ass. It felt so good, and the small metal ball at Harry’s ass was doing wonderful things to Draco’s cock as he slid in and out of Harry’s tight hole. Draco didn’t last but one minute. Harry had him so fucking horny, he couldn’t hold out much more then a minute.

“I’m sorry Harry, I’m not usually this fast, I just couldn’t hold on, you’re so tight, and that piercing didn’t help me either.”
“That’s ok, it will be better the next time. Would you like to see my other piercing?”
"Harry, I think we better wait until I’m better under control, before you show me any more.” Draco said. He was rubbing the wing tattoo.


“Ok. Will you meet me here tomorrow night ?”

“You can count it.”


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