The Devil Runs Wild

******~Work and Play~

Malfoy had went back to the Burrow after the morning incident in bed. Harry had awkwardly said goodbye before he flooed back. Harry was sure that their relationship would continue to be awkward - well, whatever relationship they had. It was awkward for Harry to even think about it.

“Harry!” Hermione said as she saw Harry sitting on the living room chair in his boxers, staring at the fireplace. “What are you doing?” Hermione asked, glancing at the fireplace.

“Oh..er…Malfoy..”

“He came again?” Ron, who had just arrived around the corner said.

“Er..yeah,” Harry said. “I’m gonna go shower,” he said quickly and got up and left the room before any more questions could be asked.

******
“So do we just go in there?” Ron asked Hermione, who stood right behind Harry in front of the old, rundown home.

“I think we should cast some safety… Harry!” Hermione yelled at Harry who had taken it upon himself to break the glass window of the house with a rock.

Shrugging, Harry said, “We might still have the wrong house.”

“All the more reason NOT to break a window! Especially if someone still lives here!” Hermione said, raising her chin in that irritating know-it-all way.

Harry blushed; he hadn’t thought of that. It had just been a very unsuccessful day searching for the horcrux and Harry was a little more than upset. Frustrated, unbelievably frustrated. They had only found one horcrux all summer and that had been weeks ago. Harry was even more determined now, more than ever, to find them before Voldemort followed through with whatever plan he had for him and Malfoy.

“Ron!” Hermione’s yell broke Harry out of his thoughts and he turned to see Ron dropping a rock back onto the ground.

“I just wanted to try it,” Ron muttered and Hermione glared.

“You such a..such a child!” Hermione stuttered with frustration.

While they began to argue, Harry went up to the window and climbed through. He supposed he could have used the door but walking through doors as often as they did today got boring. Besides, the window was closer.

“Harry!” He heard Hermione call from outside and waited as she and Ron climbed through the window. Must be tired of doors too, Harry thought.

“So where do we start?” Ron asked.

“Lets split up,” Harry suggested but Hermione was adamantly opposed to that idea.

“No, we should stay together like we have been,” Hermione said. “Just because you’re upset is no reason to become reckless,” Hermione said. She had picked up on Harry’s frustration a few houses ago. She couldn’t blame him, though, when she, herself, was very upset. Not being able to help Harry with the bond with Malfoy made her feel inadequate. It had always been her job to help Harry and Ron, or at least she had made it her job. Now, she was determined.

“I think we should start in the bedrooms again to see if he left anything behind,” Hermione said.

They were searching for signs that Regulus Black had stayed here. Not long after they had found and destroyed the locket that Regulus had stolen, a note magically appeared in the attic, signed by R.A.B. The note had obviously been magically hidden and was meant to appear after the horcrux was taken. Regulus Black left the note for someone fighting against Voldemort, saying that he had stolen another. He had not specifically said where it was, only that it was located “along the path of my escape.” Dumbledore had enlightened her to the underground escape route that had been in existence at the time, meant for victims of the Dark Lord. Regulus had somehow gotten into it and Hermione had been researching everyday since then to find out where Regulus had run to. Several of the houses today were nothing but rubble. Asking the town’s people, they had discovered that the Dark Lord had been responsible for the destruction and the murderes of several of those involved in the underground movement.

“I’m not finding anything,” Ron said as he closed the drawer of a small nightstand.

“I’m not either,” Harry muttered, closing the closet. “Fuck,” he muttered.

And then Harry’s mind decided to flash him an actual image of “fuck” and Harry tried to block it out but was failing miserably. Overpowered by images of Malfoy, Harry groaned in arousal.

“Harry?” Hermione asked, concerned for her friend who was banging his head on the back of the closet door and groaning.

Harry didn’t even hear her. It was like the world just stopped and all he could think about was this morning when Malfoy had done…what he did to him. He had wanted it so much….

The small sound of a pop filled the silence of the room and then a girl’s shriek rang out.

“Malfoy!” Hermione screamed, catching her breath, her wand still drawn. Ron also had his wand drawn.

Harry quickly turned around and, in shock, stared at Malfoy who was standing in the room, in jeans and a black t-shirt and he had to suck in a breath at the sight of how well Malfoy’s shirt formed to his body.

Cocking his head to the side, Malfoy contemplated Harry whose arousal was leaking off him combined with frustration and fear. “Hmm…I can’t tell what you want, Potter. You better decide what your feeling because it’s giving me a headache,” Malfoy said simply and then looked around the room, realizing that Granger and the Weasley was here and that he wasn’t at Grimmauld Place. Strange, Malfoy thought. How could Potter get aroused when Granger and the Weasel were anywhere near the same vicinity? Malfoy saw Harry blushing and smirked. Ah, so it hadn’t been a willing choice.

“I..I..” Harry stuttered and lost his words at Malfoy’s smirk.

“Potter, if you don’t need me, then I’m leaving. Of course, going back to that little Weasley’s endless chatter isn’t too appealing,” Draco said and glared as Ron took a step toward him.

“So if you,” Malfoy said, turning his gaze to Harry, “Would like to…entertain me..,” Malfoy said and when Ron took another step forward, he drew his wand before Ron could get any closer. Smirking he said, “He likes it, Weasley,” and was delighted at Ron’s appalled look.

“Malfoy, I think you should leave,” Hermione said. Malfoy glanced over and saw she had a wand to his back. Sighing, he lowered his. A shame, really, Ron had been more entertaining that the Weasley girl. She had been asking too many questions about Harry and he didn’t like it. He had been about to tell her about the bedroom details of this morning to put her straight about how she couldn’t get her boyfriend back even if she wanted before he had popped up here. Hmm..maybe he should leave to continue that discussion.

“Potter? Am I free to go?” Malfoy asked. He could feel how Harry was trying to control his desires and Malfoy smirked, enjoying how Potter blushed and played with the hem of his shirt.

“Er..yeah..yeah. I’m sorry,” Harry said, looking anywhere but at Draco. He knew he’d get lost again by Malfoy’s eyes and devilish smirk.

Malfoy could feel him fighting it, but it was enough. Potter didn’t really want him right now. Probably for the best, he thought, mentally shrugging. But he did momentarily think of what it would be like to humiliate Potter in front of his ‘friends’ with some rough kissing right here, on that bed….Whose bed was that?

“Where am I?” Draco asked, examining the room more closely. It appeared to be an old house, with very little furniture and no signs of life.

“An unplottable home,” Hermione said, lowering her wand. Ron was still angry, apparently, and Harry was still slightly blushing.

“Unplottable?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. “So how’d you find it?” he asked Granger.

“With some help,” Hermione said. “Now, I think you should…”

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Draco asked, but not her. He looked at Harry for an answer.

Harry, taking deep breaths, calming himself, looked up at Draco. “Searching for a horcrux,” Harry said.

“Those soul bits that I’ve been hearing about?” Draco asked.

“Hearing about from who?” Ron asked suspiciously.

“Relax, Weasley, it’s not being broadcast over the floo network,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “I just happen to know someone who has been looking as well,” Draco said, referring to Severus.

“Snape’s been looking too?” Ron asked, previously unaware of this information.

“Of course, he has, Ronald! Why do you think I speak with him about it?” Hermione said, irritably. Her boyfriend was really quite slow on some things.

Harry had realized that Snape had been searching while spying and he knew that Malfoy would know of it. Malfoy was glaring at him now, though, and Harry just waited for Malfoy to say something.

“So you’re in the middle of something rather important, Potter, and you decide to lose your mind and call me here?” Malfoy growled. “I’m so glad that we can entrust the wizarding world to you, Potter,” Malfoy spat. He was angry. He knew Potter had problems with his desires but Potter couldn’t even control himself during something as important as this!

“Um…” Harry said, just staring at Malfoy who was growing angrier by the minute.

Since Draco had now basically been brought under the protection of the Order that entrusted Harry with their lives, Draco held some expectations, simple expectations that Potter was not living up to. He glared as Potter just stood there, staring. Merlin, Potter was an idiot! He had absolutely no work ethic! Draco decided to point that out: “Do you have any work ethic at all, Potter?” Draco huffed.

“I do!” Harry said.

Draco scoffed. “Oh really, Potter? Then why am I here?”

“Um….” Harry blushed.

“You’re pathetic,” Draco said, sneering.

“Stop!” Hermione said. She could see this was going nowhere.

Harry didn’t say anything else and Draco noticed, while he continued his glaring, that Harry was slightly aroused.

“Oh, for the love of Merlin, Potter! Can’t you think straight for one second!” Malfoy said, exasperated. Although, he was slightly pleased with himself, all the same. He enjoyed the way Potter blushed a little too much.

“I didn’t mean to,” Harry said, defeatedly. There was no point trying to hide it if Malfoy was just going to point it out to everyone in the room what he was feeling.

“Tell him to leave, Harry,” Ron said, angrily glaring at Malfoy.

“I think you should leave, Malfoy,” Hermione said as well.

“I’m not going anywhere if I’m just going to be popping back in here,” Malfoy said. “I’m staying right here,” he said definitely.

Harry’s mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. “Er..I don’t think that would be a good idea, Malfoy,” Harry said.

“Wouldn’t that just make it worse?” Hermione asked Malfoy directly, trying to reason with him. Surely, him staying here wouldn’t hinder their search but Harry…

“He won’t want anything from me, I’ll make sure of it,” Malfoy said, crossing his arms. He’d make sure that Potter kept his focus. “Being in Gryffindor, it’s no wonder Potter didn’t learn to control his desires. Stupid Gryffindor’s,” Draco said and was happy to see a glare on Potter’s face, that faint twinge of arousal gone. “He’ll learn. I’ll make sure of it. Although, if he’s too dimwitted, then I’m dumping it all on you two,” Malfoy glanced and Ron and Hermione as Harry scowled at being called stupid.

At least now, Harry didn’t want Malfoy anymore.

********

“We still have several more houses to check. We should start early tomorrow…” Hermione was giving the plans for the continued search for the horcrux as Harry, Ron, and Malfoy sat around the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate. The last house they had come across had been spelled to seal off once someone unauthorized was inside. The temperature had decreased rapidly and Harry had just found a way out as it reached freezing levels.

“Luck,” Malfoy had said when Ron and Hermione had been praising him. He had, honestly, been impressed, though. Potter had done some impressive searching spells as he had looked for a way out. Severus had been right: Potter was more powerful than they all thought.

“Hermione, give us a break,” Ron whinned, leaning back in his cozy chair and stretching his feet out on the footrest.

“I was just speaking for conversation,” Hermione said.

“Well, we’d rather not talk about tomorrow, especially about getting up early! I feel like I could sleep for a year!” Ron said and Harry laughed at the exaggeration.

Draco watched Harry laugh. It was…endearing. His laugh had a somewhat childish tone entangled with a young man’s voice. It was cute and almost sexy at the same time. But Potter’s eyes when he laughed were the most interesting. They would light up, but not like as if with a smile, it was a gentle gleam that crossed those green eyes and Draco enjoyed seeing it.

“Come on, Potter,” Draco said, getting up from his cushioned chair and spreading his hand out for Harry to take.

Potter stopped laughing and just stared at his hand. “Um..huh?” Harry said dumbly.

“Come on,” Draco repeated, patiently waiting.

Harry glanced over to Ron and Hermione who were watching with very different reactions. Hermione just looked observant and a bit concerned while Ron had a confused and slightly appalled look on his face.

“Um…” Harry said looking back at Malfoy’s hand which had been moved closer to his face and Harry had an urge to lick it.

NO! Focus! Harry screamed at himself.

Malfoy chuckled. “Work is over, Potter. Time to play,” he said, smirking. He laughed more when he heard a choked sound come from Weasley and saw shock flicker across Granger’s face. But Potter’s reaction was the most interesting to him: a deep blush started at Potter’s neck to spread to a shocked face. Potter’s eyes widened and allowed Draco to see clearly as his pupils enlarge. Draco now felt desire from Potter and maybe a bit of fear.

Potter took his hand.

He pulled Potter from his chair and led him out of the room and up the stairs. He didn’t even look back to laugh at Granger’s and Weasley’s shocked faces. He knew he’d have other opportunities to do so. Right now, though, he wanted to…play.

******

Harry followed Malfoy into his room and waited as Malfoy let go of his hand to close the door.

“Scared, Potter?” Malfoy whispered in his ear and Harry jumped.

“Nnn..no,” Harry said, shivering as Malfoy’s hand slowly came around to wrap around his belly.

Malfoy chuckled darkly and Harry could feel his cock rise at the sound. He didn’t know why Malfoy had suddenly asked for his hand downstairs but it didn’t matter after he had seen desire in his silver eyes. It was a twisted, dark look that made Harry shiver, both afraid and drawn to it at the same time. Harry got lost in those eyes far too easily.

“Do you want it slow?” Draco whispered, darting his tongue out to lightly graze Harry’s ear. Harry’s breath caught. “Or fast,” and Draco thrust his hips into Potter’s backside. Harry groaned, a deep, drawn out sound that Draco felt through Potter’s shivers. Draco liked the way it felt, holding a shivering body and held tighter still. “I guess that’s it,” and Draco moved his hips again and nearly shivered himself as he felt Potter press back against him.

“Please,” Potter whispered so softly that Draco barely caught it. Draco groaned and wondered how much Potter had said that in his dreams.

“Bend over the bed,” Draco ordered, thinking mostly with his cock now. The messages of Harry’s desires were being sent to him and he delighted in the fact that they were all things that he would do, that he wanted to do, and that he finally had a partner who would completely give in to his dominate side. No Slytherin would have ever let themselves fall into that position, at least not without returned services. But Potter, being a Gryffindor, was not asking for any. On top of that, Potter wanted it….and HE was suppose to be the slave. Draco chuckled at the irony.

Potter was now bent over the bed, his elbows on the mattress, his feet spread out on the floor. Draco hadn’t even asked him to spread out like that, but he was glad that Potter did it. Potter doing it willingly was a turn on. The Harry Potter, bending over for Draco Malfoy. Yes, Draco loved it.

Coming up to Potter’s waiting form, Malfoy grabbed the waist of Harry’s trousers and pulled down. Potter squeaked. Draco pulled the pants down to Potter’s knees, kneeling down on the floor behind Potter, placing Harry’s boxer-covered arse directly at eye level. He moved his hands slowly back up the trembling legs. He slipped his hands slightly under Potter’s boxers at the legs. Harry moaned wantonly, like a whore, but Draco stopped his hands.

“What do you want?” Draco asked silkily.

“I…I…please,” Harry said, too lost in his desire to think clearly. He could feel Malfoy’s breath against his arse and Harry panted.

“Do you want this?” Draco squeezed the thighs in his hands and moved his mouth close to Potter’s buttocks, opening and closing his teeth over a bit of the cloth and bit hard to reach the skin beneath.

“Aaaah…” Harry moaned in pain and excitement.

Grabbing the back of the boxers, Draco moved them off, uncovering Potter’s arse, licking every new inch of skin that was revealed. By the time he had gotten the boxers completely off, Potter was keening and practically humping the bed. He had to hold his hips to keep him still.

“Don’t,” he said simply.

Potter groaned. “Please,” he said again, desperation in his voice.

Draco complied with a long lick up Potter’s crack and Draco’s cock jerked as he heard Potter howl.

“Yes, please, please, please,” Harry muttered incoherently into the bed as his head fell upon it. Malfoy was licking and teasing his hole now and Harry couldn’t get over how good it felt. Having had only dreams as the basic sum of his sexual experience, Harry was amazed by everything that was happening and thoroughly wrapped up in the feeling of it.

Malfoy licked and sucked at Potter’s hole for quite some time. Potter’s arse, as it had been to revealed to him, was perfectly flawless and he had taken to it like a new flavor of ice cream. Potter’s reactions were enough to keep him going. His cock was leaking as he stuck his tongue into Potter’s hole to hear him scream. Yes, rimming Potter was thoroughly enjoyable, but he wanted more.

Pulling away and standing up, Draco pointed his wand at Potter’s arse. He saw Harry’s eyes widen and Draco was taken aback as a very naughty desire of Potter’s was sent to him. Merlin, Potter was such a perfect little sex kitten and he intended to see to it that he got everything that he wanted from Potter. He never would have thought Potter was a submissive character and he had been more than relieved and a bit excited when he had first discovered it this morning. Here it was, the perfect submissive, and Draco could fulfill everyone of his fantasies with this hot little arse.

Draco muttered a lubrication and stretching spell and Potter’s back arched as his hole was stretching inside of him. Draco was too aroused to do it the slow way, he wanted to fuck Potter’s virginity away and to relieve himself inside of that perfect arse.

Opening his trousers and sliding them down a bit, he let his dick hit the air and hissed in a breath as it lifted his cock higher. Stepping into position, he brought the tip of his cock to Potter’s hole. Potter was gripping the sheets in apprehension. He grabbed a hold of Potter’s hip as he eased his cock passed the first ring, and moaned at how hot and tight Potter felt around the head of his penis. Potter was panting as he pushed in farther, the hole clenching around him. The stretching spell made it easier, but Potter was still experiencing a new sensation and Draco delighted at being the one to give it.

Malfoy wasn’t saying anything, but gripped his hips tighter with every push. The feeling of being filled was overwhelming and Harry panted as Malfoy’s balls finally pressed up against his arse. The stretching spell had felt strange enough but this felt even stranger. He felt like he wanted it inside him but at the same time he wanted it out. And then Malfoy pulled out and slammed back in. Hard. Harry jerked on the bed and cried out.

“That’s it,” Malfoy said. “Take it, Potter.”

Harry cried out again as Malfoy slammed back in a second time, but this time with pleasure as Malfoy hit something inside him that made his cock twitch.

“Aaah,” Harry gasped as Malfoy pulled nearly all the way out and pushed back in with so much force that Harry had to steady himself on the bed.

Malfoy began fucking Potter’s arse roughly and he enjoyed watching Potter’s body rocking on the bed and pushed harder each time to see how far he could make Potter’s body move up the bed. He pushed harder to feel the clenching that Potter’s frightened and inexperienced hole caused around his cock as well. Merlin, Potter was so fucking hot. He wished he had known about this side of Potter at school. If he had, he would have found much better ways of tormenting Potter than he had.

“Fuck!” Malfoy said and began bringing Potter’s hips back to meet his thrusts.

Harry was crying now because it felt so good. Malfoy hadn’t missed hitting that place inside him, not once. He wanted to come but he wanted to wait for Malfoy to tell him when he could, like in his dreams.

Malfoy reached around and grabbed Harry’s cock and allowing Harry a place for his cock as Malfoy continually and roughly shoved him forward as he buried his cock inside him.

Malfoy’s cock moved rapidly inside Potter, crying for release. Malfoy jerked his hips, slapping his balls against Harry’s arse and came, spreading his release along Harry’s inner walls. He groaned as his release was spent.

Harry moaned as more wetness was added to is already lubricated hole. He felt Malfoy grab his cock roughly and arched his back as Malfoy pumped him.

“Yenngh,” Harry tried to say “yes” but was lost when Malfoy’s other hand came to squeeze his balls. Yelling, his back arched obscenely, Harry came onto Malfoy’s hand.

Malfoy felt the warm seed spill over his hand and slipped his cock free of Potter’s arsehole, watching as Potter shuttered from the loss and from his waning orgasm.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was going to fuck Potter on more than one occasion.

Draco removed his hand from Potter’s softening penis and used his wand to clean away the mess on both his hand and his cock. He tucked himself back into his trousers and zipped up. Potter was still panting on the bed. He decided to be kind and pointed his wand to clean him up as well.

“Pull your pants back on,” Draco said and Potter moved sluggishy to comply.

Once fully clothed again, Harry stood up and turned around to face Malfoy.

“Um….thanks,” Harry said, looking down at the ground sheepishly.

Malfoy stopped himself from bursting out laughing. Instead, he put on a slight smirk.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

Harry nodded, his eyebrows drawn up in a look of confusion. He didn’t know what to do or say now.

“Um…”

“Goodnight, Potter.”

Harry looked up to see Malfoy already at the door of his room about to leave.

“Um..wait..I.,” Harry didn’t know why but he didn’t want Malfoy to just leave.

Malfoy raised a questioning eyebrow but Harry remained silent. Malfoy could tell that Harry wanted to be comforted, though. Sighing, Malfoy made a decision.

“I’m staying here tonight,” Malfoy said and at Potter’s surprised expression, he added, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning, anyway, Potter.”

Harry knew that was true, but still. Malfoy, staying here?

“But..” Harry started but was cut off by Malfoy’s hand on his cheek. How’d he get back across the room so fast? Maybe Malfoy was more like a snake than he thought.

“Just think of it as an order, Potter. You like orders,” Malfoy said and smiled. Actually smiled and Harry stopped thinking.

Harry just nodded and couldn’t help smiling back.


Author's note: Dude, I made a Harry/Draco music video! My first video ever and it's not completely sucky! Check it out at either of these sites:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ehoiNjmG8Vc

http://media.putfile.com/I-Hate-Everything-About-You---HarryDraco
Ok, I just changed my vid. a bit (the ending is the most changed). Tell me which one you like better if you watch it :) ---
http://media.putfile.com/I-Hate-Everything-About-Yourevised