The Devil Runs Wild

*******~The Dark Mark~

“So we would have had to get a muggle-born to destroy it?” Harry asked Malfoy again as they both walked up the stairs to Harry’s room.

Malfoy was staying the night again and Harry didn’t question it, after finding out from Ron that Malfoy had been acting worried about him while he was retrieving the horcrux. He didn’t know why it made him happy that Malfoy was worried about him, it just did. He cared about what happened to Malfoy ever since this whole thing started and caring about someone who doesn’t care for you is really hard to do. For example, Harry’s life with the Dursleys had not been filled with much caring on either side. Knowing Malfoy cared about him made Harry tingle inside and Harry found himself becoming more agreeable.

“Yes,” Malfoy said, entering Harry’s room. He took off his shirt quickly and fell smack onto his bed, his pants still on. “I’m tired,” he said into his pillow.

Harry laughed lightly and Draco turned over onto his back to look at him. “Unless you wanted something, Potter?” Draco said, raising an eyebrow and suggestively moving a hand slowly down his chest.

“Um…” Harry said, but then something Harry hadn’t bothered to notice before caught his attention. Malfoy’s arm was bare. “You don’t..,” Harry began, stopping to examine the arm more closely. Malfoy didn’t have the dark mark.

Draco looked at the arm beside his head since that seemed to be the arm Harry was staring at and scoffed, realizing what Potter was thinking.

“No, Potter. I don’t have the mark. You think the Dark Lord would have given me it? Snape told me that he meant to kill me, you know, with giving me that assignment. He wouldn’t give someone he planned to kill the mark,” Draco said.

“But I saw…” Harry began.

“Saw what?” Draco raised an eyebrow.

“I saw you show something at Borgin and Burkes,” Harry said, remembering the frightened look Borgin had had after Malfoy had showed him something that Harry was sure had been the Dark Mark. Why hadn’t he even thought to ask about this before? Apparently, sex was a distraction.

“What do you mean you saw? Where you following me?” Malfoy said, glaring slightly.

“Well..um..” Harry blushed.

“You were!” Malfoy sat up and threw a pillow at him.

Harry dodged it. “I thought you were doing something bad!” Harry shouted.

Draco snorted. “I was doing something bad all year, you know. Following me one time….” and Draco stopped as he say Potter blush. “You followed me around more than one time? How many more times, Potter!?” Malfoy yelled.

“Um…all year, really,” Harry answered.

“All year!” Malfoy yelled, upset and shocked but then he shook his head in doubt. “That’s not possible. I would have known; I had lookouts.”

“Crabbe and Goyle?” Harry laughed at remembering the two as girls.

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “You knew?”

Harry just nodded his head between laughs.

“I can’t believe you made them become girls! How’d you get them to do it?” Harry asked, laughing.

“This isn’t funny, Potter!” Draco yelled and he threw another pillow at Potter.

Harry stopped laughing as the pillow hit him in the face. “Damnit, Malfoy!”

Draco smirked. “Done laughing now, aren’t you, Potter?”

“Shut up,” Harry said and picked up the two pillows that had been thrown at him and tossed them lightly onto Draco’s bed. “What were you showing, then, if it wasn’t the Dark Mark?” Harry asked, getting back to his original question.

“What’ll you give me if I tell you?” Draco said, smirking.

“Malfoy…” Harry groaned and went to plop down on his own bed, putting his head in his hands in exasperation. “What do you want?” he asked tentatively.

“Hmm…” and here Draco paused to pretend to think about it, but he already knew what he wanted. Although he had been tired just moments ago, Draco was now wide awake and ready to take this opportunity. “I want to fuck your mouth,” Draco said, rolling onto his side.

Potter made a choked sound and Draco could tell that he was becoming interested in that idea as well. “So do we have a deal?” Draco asked.

All Harry could do was nod.

Draco stood up and instructed Harry to lie on his back on the bed.

“Wait, you have to tell me first!” Harry said.

“And I will, as soon as you’re in position,” Draco said and Harry blushed as Draco’s finger trailed along his bottom lip.

“O..ok,” Harry said timidly.

Removing his glasses, Harry slid up his bed to lie down on his back, placing his glasses on the nightstand. Draco unzipped his pants and slid them off. Next, he moved to take of his boxers, which were Slytherin green today, and Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes. His amusement gave away to arousal when he saw Draco’s cock, half-hard, pointing out from a mess of curly hair. It looked so…hot, Harry thought, especially when it was attached to a pale body with broad shoulders, muscled chest and abdomen, and delicate hipbones that Harry knew were quite strong as he had felt them beating against his arse the other night.

Draco moved to straddle Harry’s head and Harry was shocked at how fast he moved and nervously swallowed as Malfoy’s cock was positioned right above his lips. He breathed in a shaky breath, but in that breath, he found he could smell Malfoy now. It was a soapy, yet slightly musky smell and for some odd reason, Harry swore he smelled chocolate. Whatever it was, Harry decidedly liked the smell of Malfoy.

“It was the Malfoy reprisal signature that was on my arm,” Malfoy said, looking down at Harry. “I don’t have it anymore because we had to get rid of it to make it look like I died,” Malfoy said and took his cock in his hand to lightly graze it against Harry’s lips. Harry parted his lips slightly and nodded at Malfoy that he understood. Malfoy gently nudged his lips apart more and slowly moved the head of his cock into Harry’s mouth. Harry took the head and sucked lightly. Malfoy gasped out his appreciated before moving his hips to push his cock in deeper. Malfoy’s cock was quite large and Harry opened his mouth wider to accommodate. Malfoy pushed in deeper, almost to the back of his throat, but stopped before Harry couldn’t breathe.

Malfoy nearly shuddered at the wet heat that enveloped his cock. He didn’t shove in any deeper than he thought Harry could take, though, knowing that that would make it unpleasant for the both of them with Harry as inexperienced as he was. Watching Potter’s eyes as he took his cock was very enjoyable to him. Potter’s eyes had first widened a bit as Malfoy first slid his cock in, then glowed in acceptance, then dropped to a dazed look as his cock nearly hit the back of his throat. He placed his hands on the back of the headboard as he moved his hips slowly out and then pushed back in, glad that Potter knew enough to cover his teeth. Merlin, it felt good, sliding in and out of that velvety heat. He watched as Potter closed his eyes after a few more thrusts.

Harry was hard and getting harder as Malfoy moved his hips faster and faster. The fact that he was fully clothed and Malfoy was completely naked on top of him was no help either; it excited him for some reason that Harry couldn’t fathom. He clutched the sheets of the bed at either side of his body in a tight grip as Malfoy continued to fuck his mouth. The feel of Malfoy’s cock in his mouth was even more enjoyable than what he had imagined from his dreams. Malfoy had grown harder in his mouth and feeling that along his tongue was intoxicating. He opened his eyes long enough to see curly hair being shoved toward his face and Malfoy’s hands gripping the headboard in a tight grip. Malfoy was groaning and thrusting into his mouth with abandon, but still was being careful enough not to shove fully into Harry’s throat, which Harry was thankful for; he didn’t know if he could do that yet, although Draco’s cock tasted so sweet and his cock twitched at the idea of swallowing him whole. Draco’s breathing was becoming erratic and he moved his cock in faster and Harry moaned as Draco’s movements shook the bed.

Please, please, please, Harry thought. Just let me taste it, please.

Draco shuddered, pushing his cock in deep and held still as he came. Potter’s eyes widened as he tasted the first bit of come on his tongue and Draco moaned at seeing it. He came in three more spurts and watched as Harry closed his eyes and sucked and swallowed it down. Merlin, Potter looked so sexy as he swallowed and licked his cock clean in his tight mouth. Draco sat back on his heels and pulled his cock slowly out and watched as Potter’s tongue darted out to taste him one last time. Draco ran a hand threw Potter’s hair lightly and Harry moved into the touch, looking up at Draco with eyes filled with arousal. Draco chuckled at knowing Potter was hard as a rock from having his mouth filled with his cock.

Draco had an idea. “Touch yourself, Potter. Let me watch.”

Harry shivered but sat up as Draco moved off him. He leaned against the headboard. Draco was watching him intently, still naked, his cock glistening with Harry’s spit and Harry moaned again, the aftertaste of Malfoy still on his tongue.

“Now, Potter,” Draco ordered and Harry moved to unzip his jeans and took out his cock, gasping when the cool air hit him. “Bend your knees and spread your legs,” Malfoy ordered again and Harry shivered as he obeyed. Now he was layed out, spread for Malfoy to observe and the fact that this all was happening made Harry’s cock twitch. He moved his hand up and down his cock slowly, knowing that he wouldn’t last long and trying to prolong it. He blushed as he saw Malfoy’s eyes lowered, only looking at his cock, and Harry groaned and couldn’t stop his hand from moving faster. He lowered his head, trying to steady his breathing but it was no use when he knew Malfoy was watching him like this. His hand was moving frantically on his cock, desire taking control of him. He glanced once at Malfoy and seeing Malfoy’s cock lying between his legs, even if it was soft, was enough to make Harry arch his back and come, crying out.

Seeing Potter so debauched as he came sent a tingle of pleasure down Draco’s spine.

“Good, Potter,” he said as he watched Potter panting, cum dribbling down his hand onto his pants, his white t-shirt already covered with it. Potter was quite an addicting sight like this.

Harry looked at Draco, still naked, sitting on his heels in his bed and Harry turned away from the sight that threatened to kill him. He fell to his side on the bed and buried his head in a pillow. Malfoy laughed and he felt a cleaning spell hit him a minute later. He mumbled a thanks into his pillow.

“You’re welcome,” Draco said. “You should probably change before losing consciousness or at least zip up,” he said and chuckled when Potter sat up quickly, blushing, and fumbling with the zipper on his pants.

“Right, yeah, I knew that,” Harry said, zipping up.

“Of course you did, Potter,” Malfoy said and rolled his eyes.

Harry looked over to see Malfoy already dressed. “Damnit, Malfoy, you move too fast!” Harry’s eyes widened in shock as he realized he had said that out loud.

Draco just looked at him oddly. “What?” he asked the clearly deranged Potter.

“Um..I just..you got dressed so quickly..and I..nevermind!” Harry said, jumping out of bed to find pajamas to put on. Opening his closet, he jumped as Malfoy’s arms came to wrap around his middle.

“Like this?” Malfoy whispered in his ear.

“Yesssss,” Harry said and Malfoy backed away quickly. Harry turned and gave a questioning look.

“You just spoke parseltongue to me,” Malfoy said and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized he had.

“I didn’t…I didn’t…you just remind me of a snake!” Harry said, nervously, not knowing whether Malfoy was angry or scared.

Malfoy’s laughter assured Harry that neither was true.

“A snake? I remind you of a snake?” Draco laughed and moved closer to Potter again, taking his chin in his hand, tilting Potter’s head up to look at him. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Potter,” he said and pulled Harry into a deep kiss.

*******

Harry woke up and rolled over in his bed and was surprised to see Malfoy not next to him. They had fallen asleep the night before in the same bed after two more incredible hand jobs and a lot of Malfoy’s tongue in his mouth. Everytime he had spoken something in parseltongue, Malfoy’s tongue found it’s way inside and proceeded to suck on his tongue, as if trying to suck the language right out of him. If parseltongue led to Malfoy kissing him like that, then Harry was prepared to do that at anytime. It wasn’t difficult at all to speak that way when Malfoy was around. The way Malfoy moved or looked at him reminded him of a snake. Harry was shocked that Malfoy had taken it as a compliment, though.

Only a Slytherin would be that odd, Harry thought to himself as he climbed out of bed to put some clothes on to search for Malfoy.

Harry entered the kitchen a few minutes later and found Malfoy, fully dressed and apparently showered, sitting at the table with Ron and Hermione eating breakfast. Malfoy looked up when Harry entered and smirked.

“Rough night?” Malfoy asked. Harry blushed and Ron and Hermione looked him over, blushing slightly too as they found Harry’s hair messier than usual and him in a wrinkled shirt (that was wrinkled from being tossed on the floor last night by Malfoy, mind you). Draco chuckled.

“Come sit and eat breakfast. We have work to do today,” Malfoy said, ushering Harry into the seat next to him. Harry, surprised at Malfoy’s courtesy, wondered how much Malfoy really cared for him.

“Um…” Harry said, glancing between Malfoy and the seat.

“Sit down, Potter,” Draco said sighing. Potter didn’t seem to have trouble following order’s from him and watched as he sat down next to him. “Good, now eat,” Draco said using his wand to bring a plate in front of Harry. Harry obeyed.

Hermione and Ron watched this exchange with wide eyes, not understanding enough to even ask a question.

*******~Purpose Lacking~

Severus Snape was not a happy man normally, but his mood at the moment was even worse than usual. He snapped at Mrs. Weasley every time she came into the kitchen to do something and no matter how many times Dumbledore’s portrait tried to calm him down, he still kept his grumpy attitude.

“I haven’t been back since!” Severus yelled at the portrait, pacing back and forth agitatedly.

“You can’t go back, Severus, we both know that,” Dumbledore said slowly.

“I know!” Severus yelled angry and then sat down defeated. “It was my job,” he said and Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

“You will have a new purpose now, Severus,” Dumbledore said. “Help Harry - ”

Severus scoffed at that. “I will not work with that brat!” he said gruffly.

“Then do what you can without him, Severus. For now,” Dumbledore said.

“Fine,” Snape said and apparated away.

******* ~Purpose Beginning~

“My Lord,” Lucius Malfoy said, bowing to his head deeply. “Is it time?”

“It is,” the Dark Lord said and smiled a very twisted and grotesque smile.


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