Draco Was A Masochist

A/N: Theankh - if you are reading this, thank you so much for your review of Cruciaroused and I hope you enjoy this...

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Enough is enough, Draco decided. They were in their seventh year, Harry had defeated Voldemort, and his father had been killed during the last battle. Draco finally felt like he could be himself.

He left the prefects bathroom, having just enjoyed a long and luxurious bath. He began to head back to the dungeons, when he spotted Harry coming towards him, dawdling along and watching his feet as they scuffed the castle floor. He took a few minutes to indulge himself with the sight of Harry and noticed, much to his pleasure, that Harry was alone. He crept forward, and quietly got into the cupboard in the hallway that he knew Harry would have to go past to get back to his dormitory. As soon as he heard footsteps, he peered through the crack in the door, and pounced.

"What the fuck?!" Harry yelped in surprise at being pulled into a cupboard by -

"Malfoy?"

Draco just smiled at him. No sneer, no smirk. A regular smile. It felt good, but it uneased Harry.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"Well I figured now that my father and his..master are gone that I can finally do what I want," Draco replied, shifting a little closer to Harry.

Harry tried to back away, but found himself pushed back up against the cupboard wall. He didn't like the feeling of helplessness he was getting from the position he was in. He certainly didn’t like that gleam in Draco’s eye.

"And what is that?" Harry replied.

"Just this..." Draco leaned in and kissed Harry full on the mouth.

Harry pulled pack in surprise. "What kind of fucking game is this Malfoy?" he demanded, holding Draco as far away from him as he could.

“No game Potter. I’ve always wanted you, I just couldn’t have you. But now I can,” Draco replied, leaning in to kiss Harry again.

"No! Fuck you, Malfoy. You think that just because your father and Voldemort are gone and you finally have to courage to be who you really are, that you can just get whatever you want. Of course, Malfoy's always get what they want, don't they?" Harry spat. "Well not from me," and with that, Harry burst out of the cupboard and stormed away angrily.

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Draco was upset. He was upset and embarrassed. He had never even considered that Harry might reject him. Draco spent the next week trying to avoid Harry, and pretending that his confession had never happened.

He dragged himself into the Slytherin common room after a particularly tiring Quidditch practice, and collapsed onto the lounge, only to find that he suddenly had a lap full of Pansy Parkinson.

“Draco darling! Have you heard the good news?” she squealed excitedly.

Draco pushed her off his lap in irritation, causing her to fall hard onto the floor. “No. What news?” he asked.

She pouted, and began to crawl back towards him in a manner that she obviously assumed was seductive. “Did you have a bad practice, darling?” she cooed, running her hands up the inside of his thighs. “Can Pansy take away some of that tension, hmm?”

He slapped her hand away. “For fuck’s sake Pansy, how many times do we have to go through this! Now, what’s this news?”

Sighing, she got up and sat on the lounge next to him. “They’ve decided to throw a Halloween Ball for the students. To lighten things up I suppose,” she replied. Draco groaned and put his hands over his face.

“Draco, we get to dress up and everything!”

At this, Draco uncovered his eyes. It could be the perfect opportunity to seduce Harry.

“When is it?” he asked Pansy.

“In a week,” she replied, “maybe we could go together?”

“Sorry Pans,” Draco sat, patting her hand. She nodded.