Darker Side of Me

Darker Side of Me –Chapter 10

Draco waited patiently in front of Dumbledore’s office for Potter to come join him and lead him to the Room of Requirement. There was something terribly comforting about being on Dumbledore’s side instead of against him. As a Death-Eater, there was a constant fear of backstabbing and manipulation. It was impossible to tell whether the people you kept as company were your allies or would betray you and kill you in the end. There was the constant need to look at everyone and anyone as a possible threat and yet, at the same time, they were all inferior. Draco had not enjoyed that constant paranoia and now found that he much preferred to worry about being killed by his own father while under Dumbledore’s protection than to have to worry about being found out and being against Dumbledore.

“Goodnight Professor,” Harry’s voice came as he left the office and joined Draco in the hall. There was a strange expression on his face that Draco could not quite read. He stopped in front of the Slytherin and simply stared at him for a few moments.

“I… I told him all I can remember,” he explained. He had never felt as vulnerable in front of anyone as he did at that moment in front of Harry. The Gryffindor smiled meekly at him and looked away.

“We should get you to the Room of Requirement,” he said. Draco nodded and followed him as he started through the halls towards this special room. They walked mostly in silence. Perhaps it was because Harry was trying to take in everything that had been said. Perhaps it was because Harry still couldn’t bring himself to forgive Draco. Perhaps it was because Draco was afraid of all these things. Perhaps it was a bit of all these reasons.

He took no notice of where they were going, but simply watched Harry as they moved. He wanted nothing more than to push him up against the wall and strip him right then and there, but he was in uncharted waters now. He had never been in a situation like this. He had never been indebted to anyone or anything. He had never needed to be protected before.

Before he had even realized what had happened, Draco found himself standing in a room that he’d never seen before, without any real door. A large bed suddenly materialized in the corner, complete with sheets, cover and bed hangings. A mirror and his trunk also materialized out of nowhere in front of them. Then the room seemed to shrink until it was the size of a normal bedroom.

Draco looked around in amazement. He was not new to any of the hidden possibilities of the magical world, but even he managed to be amazed every so often by its surprises. Harry smiled a bit at the Slytherin’s surprise.

“This room provides you with whatever it is you need at any given time. I discovered it last year and it has come in very handy since,” Harry explained quietly. “Well….goodnight I guess.” He made a movement to leave.

“Wh-… you aren’t staying??” Draco asked, suddenly very scared. He did not feel comfortable sleeping in a completely random room all alone. Harry stopped in his tracks. His face was slightly pink.

“Do you need me to stay?” he asked. Draco shut his mouth. He did not like to admit to needing anyone and he had already done much of that already that day.

“I’m Draco Malfoy,” he said flatly. “I don’t need you to stay, no. I can take care of myself.” Harry cocked his eyebrows.

“Oh really?” Harry asked, mildly amused at Draco’s attempt to regain his dignity. “Then that whole display earlier in Gryffindor Tower, that wasn’t need, simply your way of getting people to respect you?” Draco frowned.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he claimed, looking away and wishing desperately that he didn’t have to be so bloody stupid sometimes. Harry, however, continued to play his game. He took a step towards Draco.

“Oh, you remember,” Harry said off-handedly. “When you cried out for me and admitted desperately to my entire house that you love me and need me.” Harry smirked at him and stepped even closer. Draco watched him, his mouth shut, taking in every inch of the mischievous expression Harry was giving him.

“You must be mistaken, Potter,” he protested, refusing to let down his quite fake façade. “I think you’ve been fantasizing about me again. It’s really not healthy you know.” He tried to be unmoved but his voice betrayed him as it faltered in his words. Harry smiled and licked his lips.

“Well, maybe you’re right,” Harry conceded. He shrugged, unfazed by the comment. Draco did not like that he seemed to have lost some of his previous steely drawl. “But, then again, if it had been my fantasy, it would have turned out much different.” Draco’s eyes widened and he took a step towards Harry as well, the distance between them closing quickly.

“Really? What would have been different about it?” Draco asked suggestively. Harry shrugged.

“Well, first off,” he said, removing his own shirt carefully and tossing it to the side. “There would have been no clothes involved.” Draco swallowed and removed his own shirt, following Harry’s example. Harry’s torso was perfect and clean. His own torso was bruised and cut. Harry’s eyes roved from one wound to the next.

“What else?” Draco asked, pulling his attention away from his wounds. Harry smirked and licked his lips. Draco tried to keep his breathing steady.

“Well, you would be pressing me against the bed,” Harry explained, his voice deep and seductive. Draco licked his lips, listening intently. “You would be running your tongue down my chest and pressing your hips into mine.” He proceeded to run his own hands over his chest, touching his nipples and forcing Draco to bite his tongue. He stepped closer to Harry, leaving less than a foot between them.

“And?” Draco pressed on, still refusing to touch Harry. He smirked.

“Then you would move your way down and undo my pants with your teeth,” Harry continued, his voice now no louder than a whisper. He ran his hands over his thighs and shut his eyes for a moment. Draco watched, unable to slow his excitement. “And you would pull them off and throw them away.” Harry fingered his belt and carefully removed it. “Then you would tease me with your tongue, because I’m kinky like that. You’d tie my hands, maybe…. And press me down. You would turn me over and push into me hard, because I don’t belong on top. You would suck on my neck and make me call out your name, pushing until I was done. And you’d do it again and again…”

Draco stared at him, the pictures of Harry’s fantasy coming to life in his mind and he knew Harry could see it too. He had wanted this for so long and had been so afraid that he had ruined it for both of them. He had been so afraid that Harry would never want to be touched by him again. He could do nothing but stare at Potter now, wanting so badly to make his fantasy come to life.

“But, that’s just my fantasy,” Harry shrugged. “You are right, I need to stop. It’s not healthy for me to think of such things. I’ll just leave you to sleep now.” Harry turned and bent over to pick up his shirt.

Draco did not wait. He caught Harry around the middle and pressed his hips into Harry’s back, causing the Gryffindor to straighten quickly. Draco pressed himself against Harry’s back more fully, running his hands down the boy’s front. He suckled softly on the back of Potter’s neck and smiled.

“Maybe I should make your fantasy come true,” he whispered to Harry. “You do seem to need someone to put you in your proper place.” Harry arched his neck to accommodate Draco’s kisses.

“And what place is that?” Harry asked, grasping Draco’s arms to encourage him. Draco smirked into Harry’s neck.

“Under me.”

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Harry smiled to himself at Draco’s reply. He was glad that the Slytherin had become comfortable with him again. He couldn’t help but love that cocky, smooth Draco. He allowed himself to be pressed into the wall while Draco ground into him, carefully massaging his chest. Draco was sucking on the supple flesh at Harry’s neck, surely leaving little red marks all along his way. Harry sucked on his lower lip, wanting to forget everything that had happened before.

“So you do love me, then?” Harry asked, a coy smile on his face. Draco stopped and turned Harry so that they were face to face. He smiled.

“I love you,” he answered. He kissed Harry hungrily, pushing his tongue into the boy’s mouth. He pulled Harry to himself, groping at his butt. Draco led Potter carefully to the bed to push him into the mattress. Harry grabbed Draco’s arms trying to pull him back into a kiss but Draco shook his head at him with a smirk.

Draco kissed him lightly on the lips and began to move down his chest. He sucked on Harry’s nipples for a moment, giving each their proper attention. Harry watched him, smiling and quite happy as Draco followed his description. He ran his hands down Draco’s back, almost encouraging him to move down.

Draco traced a trail of kisses down the middle of Harry’s stomach and stopping at his pants. He looked up at Potter with a sly smirk and started pulling at the button of his jeans with his teeth. Harry felt his excitement rise as he watched Malfoy undress him so seductively. The blonde used his tongue to lift the zipper and pulled it down to undo his pants fully. Harry arched his back as his lover pulled off his pants and his boxers, leaving him naked and vulnerable under him. Draco smiled.

“What?” Harry asked him, after Draco had stared at him for a few moments. Malfoy laughed and kissed him.

“I had to remind myself that you want me,” he mumbled, nuzzling Harry for a moment. “It’s hard for me to believe sometimes…” Harry’s heart skipped. He had never heard Draco say anything like that before. He pulled Draco into a deep kiss, letting himself be flooded by the feeling. Draco pressed into him and they sat there for a moment, in each other’s embrace, unwilling to let go.

“I love you, Draco,” Harry whispered, pulling away from the kiss to look into the silver eyes. Draco smiled with something almost akin to sadness.

“I’m sorry for betraying you,” he murmured, needing to say it. Harry nodded and kissed him again. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t part of your fantasy…” Harry laughed.

“I doesn’t matter,” Harry whispered. “That doesn’t mean anything, but you do.” Draco shook his head.

“I’m going to make you forget your fantasies,” he kissed Harry softly. “I promise you, you will not forget tonight.” Harry smirked. He did not doubt for a moment Draco’s words.

Draco went back to his work and began running his tongue very softly along Harry’s shaft, planting little kisses along the way. He would stop every few moments to keep Harry calm. His hands pulled Harry’s legs apart slowly, massaging his inner thighs as he did so. His lips found their way to the base of Harry’s length and began to suck slowly, carefully moving up every few moments. Harry arched his back and shut his eyes as Draco teased him, drawing little circles with his fingertips along the side of Harry’s pride.

Malfoy smirked and pulled away, his thumbs massaging the area around Potter’s entrance. He watched like a predator as Harry moaned softly, enjoying every moment of it. Draco smiled and sucked on the tip of Harry’s erection and slowly allowed his mouth to engulf the whole of it, sucking gently.

“Ah!” Potter gasped, his hands encouraging Draco’s movements. Malfoy stopped, however, not wanting Harry to be spent too quickly. He pulled away and leaned back over to kiss his lover on the mouth. Harry pulled him acceptingly, wanting to taste Draco again. He had never felt this good before, though he had an idea why.

“You need to help me out,” Draco whispered to him. Harry raised an eyebrow. Draco gestured to his own erection. “To make it go in easier.” Harry smiled and laughed a bit.

“The amazing Draco Malfoy needs help?” Harry mused, poking fun at the Slytherin. Draco smirked and shrugged.

“I can do it like this, but you won’t be able to walk right tomorrow,” he threatened. Harry pushed Draco onto his back with a smile. Draco, however, gasped in pain. His wounds were still fresh. Harry got to his knees quickly and kissed Draco.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Draco shook his head and smiled.

“It’s ok. Now get to work,” he ordered. Harry bit Draco’s lower lip and sucked on it for a moment before obeying and removing Draco’s pants; then he covered Draco’s length with his mouth. He massaged the shaft with his tongue and sucked hard, trying to bring Malfoy to his level of excitement. Draco moaned in pleasure as Harry ‘helped him out’.

“Good enough?” Harry asked coyly, pulling away before Draco got too excited. Malfoy licked his lips and nodded to the Gryffindor.

“Now on your knees and bend over,” he ordered Harry quite maliciously. Harry snickered.

“Make me,” he retorted, sticking out his tongue like a petulant child. Draco caught Potter’s tongue in his teeth and sucked on it for a moment before forcibly turning him over to lean against the headboard.

“And since you need to be punished,” Draco said, pulling Harry’s arms back. He picked up a pair of handcuffs that materialized (quite fortunately) next to him and cuffed Harry’s hands so that they were attached behind Draco’s back, holding the two of them together. Harry gasped as he was forced against Malfoy.

Draco smiled and positioned himself carefully before pushing hard into Harry, without warning and without mind to how fast Harry might let go. He gyrated into Harry, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor and cupping his length in his hands to help him along. Harry moaned loudly. He shut his eyes and clenched his fists, pushing hard into Draco’s back.

Malfoy moved faster and faster, pushing in and pulling out hard to increase the pleasure. The blonde nibbled on the back of Potter’s earlobe as he did so, making Harry scream out in pleasure.

“Say my name, Potter,” Draco demanded, whispering into Harry’s ear. “Say my name and tell me if you want it.” Harry could hardly process rational thought as he was overcome with the sensations in strong waves.

“Ah, Draco, yes!” He screamed, while Malfoy sucked on his neck and pumped harder and faster. “Yes, Draco, yes!!” Harry screamed louder, moaning in between his words and lacking in breath.

“Harry, say it again,” he demanded, unable to speak properly now too. Draco could hardly breathe, feeling the heat of their two bodies and the incredible tightness around his own erection now.

“Yes, yes…. Ahh, Draco!” Harry gasped hitting his climax and feeling a powerful explosion behind his eyes and below his waist. Draco moaned loudly as he hit his own break and a burst of warm fluid filled Harry. Draco kissed Harry’s jaw and undid the handcuffs. Harry fell forwards immediately and tried to steady himself with his hands. Draco leaned over and kissed his lover’s back. He tried to pull out when Harry stopped him.

“Don’t!’ Harry ordered. Draco looked at him in a dazed confusion. “I told you I wanted you to do it again and again.” Draco’s eyes widened and he felt himself stiffen again. He rolled his eyes in pleasure at the feeling of being inside Harry.

“Already, are you sure?” he asked, his own breathing still heavy. Harry was sticky and wet from their first run. Harry nodded, his eyes half-lidded. Draco smiled and turned him over, making sure not to pull out as he did so. He looked down at Potter’s pride and realized that he was excited again as well. Draco smirked and kissed the boy he loved. “As you wish.”


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I love getting them especially when I have lots of chapters waiting to be posted haha!I hope you enjoyed this one! It was the long awaited 'make-up' sex, and there should be more on the way! I will have to post chapter 11 and 12 together because of how they follow, so I hope you enjoy!!