The Devil Runs Wild

*********~Interesting Developments~

The entire Order was now actively keeping Draco and Harry away from one another. After hearing about Harry’s dreams, Snape had almost spelled Harry another nose for not telling them of it sooner. Malfoy was shocked over the dreams but not as much as Harry would have thought. It seemed that Malfoy honestly believed beforehand that Harry was having dreams about him and hearing the news wasn’t that big of a change. Of course, knowing that Voldemort was sending them and that Potter was not having them willingly stung Malfoy’s ego a bit.

Unfortunately, Harry kept returning to Malfoy’s bed in the morning regardless of special wards installed by Snape. Harry still had no idea how he was doing it and now had the great pleasure of being turned into a cat every morning.

“Damnit, Malfoy! Stop doing that!” Harry yelled at Malfoy after being returned to himself by George.

“Me? Why don’t you stop showing up in my bed!” Malfoy said, smirking at Harry’s nakedness.

He was transforming Harry into a cat as punishment, of course, but if he, by chance, received pleasure from the sight of a naked Potter, well then, all the more enjoyable for him.

Fred was handing Harry a robe and Harry scowled at Malfoy as he put it over his shoulders. Harry could swear he saw disappointment in Malfoy’s eyes as he covered himself.

“You do remember that kiss, don’t you?” Harry asked quietly and Fred and George groaned in pure agony at this, having heard the two fight over whether or not a kiss did occur during the Order’s meeting. It had been a classic “No I didn’t” and “Yes you did” debate.

Malfoy’s eyes flickered up to Harry’s. “I told you before, I don’t remember any kiss,” Malfoy said.

“Well, I wasn’t dreaming!” Harry yelled.

Draco just studied Potter for a minute. His face was firm, his eyes intent; they’re was no dishonesty shown in Potter’s movements. Draco had assumed that the fore mentioned ‘kiss’ had been another dream of Potter’s when he had mentioned it to the Order. That had been two days ago; he had had time to reassess his dreams and Draco had assumed that Potter would have realized that the ’kiss’ had been a dream. Potter seemed to still think that the kiss was not a dream, though, and that disturbed Draco. If the kiss actually did occurr and Draco didn’t remember it, then something far more complex was taking place.

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“I don’t remember any kiss,” Draco said to Severus.

“But I do! I know it wasn’t a dream,” Harry said from across the table.

Snape had arrived when Draco had called him, telling him it was a pressing matter. He had put magical barriers between Harry and Draco, but even then, he sat the two as far away from each other as possible. Snape did not know what he was dealing with and did not want to take any unnecessary risks.

“This is very interesting, indeed,” Snape said. “I have recently told the Dark Lord of Potter’s difficulties and he was very pleased but refused to indulge me with any explanations. The Dark Lord merely said ‘All in good time’ and hasn’t spoken of it since,” Snape said.

“I fear this is much more complicated than we thought,” Dumbledore said and Snape nodded.

“I haven’t been able to get any information from the rest of the Death Eater’s either. I do not believe they are aware of the Dark Lord’s meddling as of now,” Snape said.

“What could it mean? I can’t just walk around with the knowledge that I might do something and not remember it!” Draco cried in dismay.

“I do not believe there is cause for worry. Most likely you behaved the way you did because of Potter,” Snape said slowly. “He has so far been able to somehow apparate to your room without knowing how and getting through my wards,” Snape said disgruntled. “His magic is far more powerful than we thought and he must have used some kind of imperious on you…”

“I did not!” Harry cried.

“….without knowing,” Snape finished, glaring at Potter.

“What am I suppose to do?” Draco cried. “I can’t defend myself against Potter now!? What happens when he makes me do something even worse!” Draco cried, thoroughly upset about Potter having power over him.

“I won’t!” Harry said in defense.

Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re doing magic while your unconscious Potter, what makes you think you will be able to stop it? Merlin, you’re an idiot!”

Harry stood up. “I am not!”

“Sit down, Potter,” Snape said dangerously.

Harry slowly sat down, glaring at Draco.

“Why don’t we bind his magic?” Draco suggested cheerfully and Harry glared harder.

Snape shook his head. “No, that might be exactly what the Dark Lord is hoping for,” he said.

“I think,” Dumbledore began slowly. “I think the best course of action is to continue separating the two.” Dumbledore sighed.

Snape looked up and nodded. He knew that this portrait of Dumbledore could never truly be Albus. Albus was much more insightful when it came to the Dark Lord’s plans, but this portrait seemed to be at a loss. Snape sighed. It would be up to him now.

“I’ll be leaving,” he said and stood up. “Stay away from each other!” Snape growled, glaring only at Potter, of course, and apparated away.

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Harry was sitting up in bed trying not to fall asleep. He didn’t want to dream and he certainly didn’t want to end up in Malfoy’s bed again. His best chance of doing that was by not sleeping at all. With earphones, Harry listened to blasting music that wouldn’t let him fall asleep.

Around dawn, Harry’s eyes began to droop even with the music blaring. He sat up straighter and tried to focus. His thoughts began to wonder to Malfoy; this would have been around the time that he would have been in Malfoy’s bed. Glancing over to his right, Harry jerked back, blinking rapidly, not comprehending what he was seeing.

Malfoy was in his bed.

“Aaaaah!” Harry yelled and scrambled out of bed, his earphones falling off onto the floor.

Malfoy, upon hearing the loud yell, sat up quickly scrambling for his wand on a nightstand that wasn’t his. Realizing this, Draco slowly looked around, seeing Potter in a t-shirt and boxers (much like his own attire) panting across the room.

“What the hell, Potter!?” Draco yelled, throwing back the sheets and storming over to Harry, a mad look in his eye. “Didn’t like my bed anymore, did you? Had to bring me to yours instead?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Harry said, backing up, still stunned. “I wasn’t even asleep!”

“So you did it on purpose then!” Draco cornered Harry against the wall. Seeing the look of fear in Potter’s eyes caused a tingle of pleasure in Draco and he decided a bit of entertainment was in order. Draco dismissed Potter’s stuttering denial of the situation and he slowly brought an arm up to lay against the wall near Potter’s frightened face. “I’m not that easy,” Draco hissed, bringing his face within inches of Potter’s. “You have to work a little harder than that to get me,” Draco said, smirking when he say Potter’s mouth fall open in shock.

“I..you..shut up!” Harry said firmly and tried to push Malfoy away. Malfoy easily pinned Potter’s hands to the wall.

“Is this what you want?” Draco asked sweetly. “You want me to kiss you, touch you, take you?” Draco hissed and delighted in the squirms Potter was making.

“Get off me, Malfoy! I don’t want it! I don’t!” Harry repeated as much for himself as for Malfoy. Harry was trying desperately to ignore his own arousal at being held like this with Malfoy’s lips so very close. He didn’t want it. He didn’t.

Malfoy chuckled and pulled away. Harry sighed in relief.

“If you don’t want it, then why are you hard?” Malfoy inquired, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow in a thoroughly arrogant, ego-induced way.

Harry looked down and the ground, covering himself with his hands and blushing.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry said, too embarrassed to put much spite into it.

Malfoy chuckled again. “So where’s your bathroom? I’ve gotta piss,” and Draco nearly giggled when Potter blushed harder. Merlin, Potter was so innocent! It both annoyed and excited him. If Potter wasn’t Potter, Draco believed he would have fucked his innocence over and over again until that innocent twinkle in Potter’s eye was completely diminished. Although thinking this way about Potter, a brainless Gryffindor no less, did worry Draco a bit.

He really needed to get laid.

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Harry was pacing in his room while Malfoy was in the bathroom, thinking on what had happened. Harry hadn’t felt himself doing any kind of magic at all this morning and couldn’t figure out how Malfoy could have shown up in his bed. What was happening?

“I didn’t want it,” Harry whispered to himself, his thoughts quickly changing to the incident of Malfoy pinning him to the wall.

Harry kept repeating this to himself but knew that it was useless. He had enjoyed it. He had even wanted Malfoy to continue and was dying now of want, wishing that Malfoy had kissed him, touched him, done anything to him. The feeling of Malfoy’s hands holding his wrists still lingered and Harry rubbed them, trying to get the feeling away. He didn’t want to remember how badly he had wanted Malfoy just moments ago. His erection was not going away at all with this train of thought. Harry groaned, walking faster in circles.

Harry stopped pacing as he saw Malfoy in the doorway, staring at him.

“What?” he asked. Malfoy didn’t say anything at all and continued to stare at him. Harry gasped out loud as he realized that he recognized the look Malfoy was giving him; it was the same one when Malfoy had kissed him that very first time, the one that Malfoy couldn’t remember. Harry backed up nervously.

“Malfoy?” he questioned. “Are you okay?”

Malfoy walked to him and Harry was reminded of a snake by the way he walked; Malfoy slithered and Harry nervously backed up until his knees hit the bed and he tumbled over, landing on his back. In seconds, Malfoy was on him, grabbing the back of his head and slamming their mouths together.

“Nnnggh,” Harry pushed at Malfoy and Malfoy grabbed his wrists and slammed them down on the bed. Harry’s hips jerked involuntarily.

Malfoy thrust his hips down and Harry moaned as he felt Malfoy’s hard length through his boxers.

I don’t want it, I don’t want this, Harry repeated in his head and struggled uselessly against the firm hold on his wrists.

Malfoy was moving his hips, continually bringing their cocks together and Harry’s mind left him.

Bringing his knees up, Harry allowed Malfoy to settle between them and he thrust upwards. Malfoy groaned and soon they were in a mindless rhythm of hips and tongues.

Minutes later, Malfoy’s thrusts became harder, more urgent and Harry moaned in approval. Harry spread his legs farther apart, as if giving permission for Malfoy take him and Malfoy’s grip tightened on his wrists. A tongue thrust deep into his mouth and a firm, nearly brutal thrust by Malfoy sent Harry into climax and he moaned into the mouth still firmly attached to his own. Malfoy groaned and continued to thrust at Harry’s now damp front. One, Two, Three more thrusts and Harry felt Malfoy coming and Harry shivered from how pleasant it felt on his groin.

Panting, the boys lay still, coming down from their high. Malfoy’s head lay on Harry’s chest, his eyes closed pleasantly. Blood began to flow back to Harry’s brain and Harry’s eyes widened in shock at what he had just done. Panting now more from shock and fear, Harry struggled to free his hands from Malfoy’s grip.

Malfoy lazily brought his head up and Harry froze. Malfoy’s eyes seemed to be changing from a lust-filled gaze to a slightly confused one. Malfoy looked at Potter and then at his hands that were holding Potter’s wrists, confusion clouding his facial features.

“What…?” Draco began but then he felt something wet below and looked between his and Potter’s bodies to see that their hips were attached. Realizing what the wetness was, Draco scrambled away and off the bed, panting rapidly. “What the hell just happened!?” Draco screamed.

Harry just stared at Malfoy, not knowing what to say.