A Contented Smile
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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Breathe
Draco Malfoy chuckled to himself as he strolled down the passage way on his journey back to the Slytherin dungeons.
Any time now Harry bloody Potter would be waking up to a very nasty surprise indeed, left for him on his dresser by the boy who had on this very night taken his precious virginity, none other than the Prince of Slytherin himself.
He grinned as he thought of it. Potter would be devastated. It had not been easy for Draco to get ahold of the muggle currency that he had left for the other boy, but he knew that Potter would grasp the signifigence of it. Not only had he been used and treated as a prostitute by the boy he loved, but he had been informed in no uncertain terms that Draco considered him unworthy even of galleons. Harry was not only being called a whore, but a muggle whore at that.
There could be no greater insult in Draco's eyes and Harry would know that immediately.
Harry would probably be so hurt and angry that he would throw himself right off the astronomy tower. No more “boy who lived to be played for a fool.”
Harry would be destroyed.
The Dark Lord would be so pleased with Draco. Without Potter in the way he had free reign to terrorize and cleanse the wizarding world of all but the purebloods.
Not that Draco really cared anything about that. No. There were even a few half bloods in Slytherin that he was rather fond of. A small frown creased his brow as he thought of his friends and what their fates would be under Voldermort, but he quickly forced those thoughts from his mind.
At least he wouldn’t have to put up with Potter anymore, always hugging and kissing him, telling him that he loved him while he looked at him with those big green eyes full of tenderness and hope.
No more boy who lived….. Harry would be destroyed.
His parents would be so proud of him.
His mother would be pleased because his father was pleased. She might just look at him as something more than an inconvenience for a change.
His father would be ecstatic. Lucius Malfoy would forever be the Dark Lords right hand man after this. Of course, he would probably try to take credit for the whole thing, but Draco couldn’t care less about that either. Perhaps this would show his father once and or all that he was worthy of the Malfoy name. Maybe he might even tell his son he loved him.
Potter was probably standing there with big fat tears wobbling down his face right now, realizing exactly how Draco had betrayed him.
No more boy who lived….. Harry would be destroyed.
His parents would finally see what a loyal, wonderful son they had. Draco would finally have their love and affection.
For a moment perhaps… a small voice in his head taunted.
Draco sighed, it was true enough. Even if things went perfectly and he did somehow earn their affection by what he had done tonight, Lucius and Narcissa would never be the loving parents he had always longed for. In a few days time he would be back where he started still trying desperately to win their hearts. Hearts he wasn’t at all sure either of them possessed to win. He would spend the rest of his life fighting to prove his worth to them and if he failed…
Draco knew better than anyone exactly how conditional their love was.
He snorted to himself, of course its conditional you idiot! Theres no such thing as unconditional love! No one has ever loved you without reservation. No one has ever loved you when you were anything less than the perfect Malfoy. No one has ever loved you unconditionally. No one except....
No more boy who lived….. Harry would be destroyed.
Suddenly Draco couldn’t breathe.
He turned around and flew back down the corridor towards Harry’s room, frantically praying the whole way to anyone that would listen that Harry was still sleeping.
Finally he made it, out of breath and heart pounding furiously in his chest.
His hand shook uncontrollably as he reached for the door knob.
“Please,” Draco whispered, “don’t let me be too late.”
to be continued...
Any time now Harry bloody Potter would be waking up to a very nasty surprise indeed, left for him on his dresser by the boy who had on this very night taken his precious virginity, none other than the Prince of Slytherin himself.
He grinned as he thought of it. Potter would be devastated. It had not been easy for Draco to get ahold of the muggle currency that he had left for the other boy, but he knew that Potter would grasp the signifigence of it. Not only had he been used and treated as a prostitute by the boy he loved, but he had been informed in no uncertain terms that Draco considered him unworthy even of galleons. Harry was not only being called a whore, but a muggle whore at that.
There could be no greater insult in Draco's eyes and Harry would know that immediately.
Harry would probably be so hurt and angry that he would throw himself right off the astronomy tower. No more “boy who lived to be played for a fool.”
Harry would be destroyed.
The Dark Lord would be so pleased with Draco. Without Potter in the way he had free reign to terrorize and cleanse the wizarding world of all but the purebloods.
Not that Draco really cared anything about that. No. There were even a few half bloods in Slytherin that he was rather fond of. A small frown creased his brow as he thought of his friends and what their fates would be under Voldermort, but he quickly forced those thoughts from his mind.
At least he wouldn’t have to put up with Potter anymore, always hugging and kissing him, telling him that he loved him while he looked at him with those big green eyes full of tenderness and hope.
No more boy who lived….. Harry would be destroyed.
His parents would be so proud of him.
His mother would be pleased because his father was pleased. She might just look at him as something more than an inconvenience for a change.
His father would be ecstatic. Lucius Malfoy would forever be the Dark Lords right hand man after this. Of course, he would probably try to take credit for the whole thing, but Draco couldn’t care less about that either. Perhaps this would show his father once and or all that he was worthy of the Malfoy name. Maybe he might even tell his son he loved him.
Potter was probably standing there with big fat tears wobbling down his face right now, realizing exactly how Draco had betrayed him.
No more boy who lived….. Harry would be destroyed.
His parents would finally see what a loyal, wonderful son they had. Draco would finally have their love and affection.
For a moment perhaps… a small voice in his head taunted.
Draco sighed, it was true enough. Even if things went perfectly and he did somehow earn their affection by what he had done tonight, Lucius and Narcissa would never be the loving parents he had always longed for. In a few days time he would be back where he started still trying desperately to win their hearts. Hearts he wasn’t at all sure either of them possessed to win. He would spend the rest of his life fighting to prove his worth to them and if he failed…
Draco knew better than anyone exactly how conditional their love was.
He snorted to himself, of course its conditional you idiot! Theres no such thing as unconditional love! No one has ever loved you without reservation. No one has ever loved you when you were anything less than the perfect Malfoy. No one has ever loved you unconditionally. No one except....
No more boy who lived….. Harry would be destroyed.
Suddenly Draco couldn’t breathe.
He turned around and flew back down the corridor towards Harry’s room, frantically praying the whole way to anyone that would listen that Harry was still sleeping.
Finally he made it, out of breath and heart pounding furiously in his chest.
His hand shook uncontrollably as he reached for the door knob.
“Please,” Draco whispered, “don’t let me be too late.”
to be continued...