Deleted Scenes

WARNING: THIS IS EXPLICIT M/M SEX. THERE IS VERY GRAPHIC IMAGERY HERE INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO BLOOD PLAY, VIOLENCE, ANAL AND BONDAGE. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ ON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I couldn't change the details or location of this story, so I apologize for this being here. But this is HARRY/DRACO and very explicit. I rewrote the scene where Draco breaks Harry's nose. This is my alternate (and I'd like to believe, improved) version. I wish I could move this to Harry/Draco but i cannot. I hope you all heed this warning first.

Deleted Scenes

Hogwarts Express

“You go on,” Malfoy told Parkinson, who was holding her hand out to him as though hoping he would take it. His eyes lingered on her outstretched fingers. “I just want to check something.”

She dropped her hand, slightly put out, but nodded to him and left the compartment. Now Harry and Malfoy were alone in the compartment. The corridor was emptying quickly and Harry could see the crowd accumulating on the platform outside.
Turning his attention back to Malfoy, Harry felt his heart race at the sight of the blonde, bent over his trunk beneath him. He swallowed and leaned over the luggage rack to try and catch a peek of whatever he could.

What was Malfoy trying to hide from the rest of his friends? Was Harry about to get a glimpse of the important object Malfoy was going to try to mend? Harry spread his knees to brace himself better, trying to see anything at all other than the back of Malfoy’s head.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry and he was instantly paralysed. He tumbled off the luggage rack, as though in slow motion, and fell to the ground at Malfoy’s feet with an agonizing crash. His invisibility cloak was trapped beneath him, revealing his entire body to Malfoy, his legs curled into the ridiculous position, partially parted, his arms outstretched as if awkwardly inviting a hug.

Malfoy sneered at him and looked him up and down a few times, tilting his head to the side as he considered Harry. He finally looked back up at the compartment door and, with a flick of his wand, is slid closed, the blinds falling to obscure the windows.

“I thought so,” he said jubilantly. “I heard the Goyle’s trunk hit you, while you were watching me change into my school robes.” His tongue curled over the word ‘change’ in such a way that Harry’s face flushed. While the spell Malfoy had cast stopped his muscles working, it did nothing to impede his blood flow. Malfoy crouched over him like a predatory cat. “I thought I saw a flash of white when Blaise came back…” He flicked Harry’s trainers with one hand, his eyes never leaving Harry’s face. They were an impossible steely grey and Harry wondered how and when they had become so cutting. “I suppose that was you obstructing the door, then?”

He hovered over Harry, his Hogwarts robes acting like a shroud for both of their forms. There was a hatred in Malfoy’s eyes that Harry understood, but also something else that Harry did not.

“You didn’t hear anything I care about, Potter,” he whispered. “But while I’ve got you here, I wonder what you saw.”

He pointed his wand at Harry’s face and suddenly Harry was flooded with images of Malfoy throughout the summer. His memory of seeing Malfoy in Borgin and Burke’s, of talking incessantly about Malfoy with Ron and Hermione, the image of Malfoy’s pale, bare chest as he changed into his school robes right in front of Harry, all of them assaulted his mind at once. He would have screamed if he could have, but only a very slight whimper escaped him. He couldn’t move his vocal chords.

Malfoy ended his legilimency spell and leaned back slightly, much too pleased with himself. Harry wanted to growl, but couldn’t manage that either.

“Well,” he breathed, still over Harry. “That’s interesting, isn’t it?”

Harry did not think it was interesting at all, but given he had no power to talk, he was sure it was a rhetorical question. Malfoy smirked at him and leaned in very close to Harry. For one horrifying moment, Harry feared Malfoy was about to kiss him. His fears of snogging fled him, however, when something much more distressing occurred.

Malfoy’s hand had moved down to cup Harry’s groin. Though there was no possible way to do so, Harry’s eyes would have widened and he would have shrieked in surprise and objection. He wanted very much to stop Malfoy’s slowly moving palm and run away, pretending this had never happened.

But Malfoy’s eyes were on him, his lips far too close to Harry’s mouth, his hand coaxing Harry’s cock into arousal. Harry cursed the fact that his blood flow was completely unrestricted as he realized he was getting hard and quite fast.

Malfoy’s expression became wolfish in its malevolence. He leaned in closer, his hand rubbing with more and more vigor.

“Now this just won’t do,” he hissed into Harry’s ear. The words sounded so snakelike he almost believed that Malfoy spoke Parseltongue for a moment.

He got to his feet, pulling away from Harry to Harry’s stark relief. Muttering a few things under his breath and flicking his wand, Harry found himself lifted into the air, his position forcibly changed until his wrists were tied to the luggage rack, his legs splayed and bound to the legs of the seat. He realized too late that the paralysis had been removed.

Malfoy took his wand from him and laid it aside, meanwhile casting a quiet silencio at Harry. His voice was stolen from him though he could not move his mouth. He glared and fought against his bindings but they gave nothing. His mouth pulled into a snarl as Malfoy leaned back and smirked at him.

Malfoy tilted his head against as he surveyed Harry. He licked his lips and Harry felt himself watching the pink tongue move.

“The problem with my plan here,” Malfoy mused moving closer to Harry, his hand finding its way back to Harry’s erection. Harry exhaled abruptly. Malfoy looked smug and Harry cursed himself. Then he thought better of it and cursed Malfoy instead. “Is that you are going to enjoy this far too much.” He leaned in further and pressed his mouth to Harry’s ear. Harry felt his cock twitch, betraying him entirely. “And for what you did to my family, to my father, you deserve pain.”

Malfoy’s hand tightened over Harry’s throbbing erection and Harry tried to cry out. Nothing but air escaped him as he did. He was filly with fury and embarrassment. He hated his body for betraying him and hated Malfoy for taking advantage of it. But, Merlin, when Malfoy pressed his own body to Harry’s, he nearly lost his resolve to be angry.

Malfoy pulled back and took a deep breath before flicking his wand. Harry felt the sudden rush of cool air against exposed skin and realized that Malfoy had vanished his trousers as well as his pants. He was half-naked in his odd, half-sitting position, his cock bouncing ridiculously. Malfoy licked his lips again.

He leaned in again and this time cemented Harry’s worst fears and deepest desires by pressing his lips to Harry’s mouth. His kiss was rough and demanding. Harry tried not to reciprocate but, once more, his body acted of its own accord and he realized his tongue had pushed through his lips to greet Malfoy’s mouth.

Malfoy’s hand slipped behind Harry’s neck, craning his head back to deepen the kiss, his fingers buried in the thick hair at Harry’s nape. The other hand trailed down Harry’s front and wrapped around his cock. Harry attempted to moan into the kiss, but his lack of noise seemed to have the same effect on Malfoy as a real moan would have. He pulled back, licking his lips and sneered at Harry.

Harry glared at him but it faded quickly from his eyes when he realized that Malfoy’s hands were off of him and had moved to his own trousers, beneath his robes. He was unbuckling his belt and pulling out his own hard cock. Harry’s eyes widened as he took in the image of the pale skin, stretched and hard. It reminded him preposterously of marble. He swallowed.

“Are you ready, Potter?” Malfoy asked. Harry opened his mouth to offer a response he had not quite formulated (also forgetting he could not speak). It would not have mattered, either way, because Malfoy covered his mouth with his own and slipped his hand down Harry’s back, into his cleft. Harry bucked into Malfoy’s body as a result. He pulled away just far enough so that his fingers were still able to probe at Harry’s entrance. His lips were curled into a smug smirk. “Quickly now, Potter. Are you ready?”

Harry felt himself nodding before he realized what he was doing. Once he did, he immediately tried to switch it to shaking his head but Malfoy was already on him again, his hot mouth pressing against his skin.

“Too late,” Malfoy informed him, refusing to accept his change in response. He pressed his fingers to Harry’s entrance, probing deeper. Harry’s mouth shot open with what would have been a scream. The roughness of the action, the pain that spread through him, all were too much to handle. He wondered if Malfoy was going to do this entirely without lubricant, just to make him suffer.

He clenched his jaw as the blonde pulled away to look him in the eye as his fingers probed and forced his entrance open. He sucked his teeth a moment before shaking his head.

“No, Potter,” he answered the unspoken question. “I don’t want to put myself in pain.”

He wrapped both arms around Harry for a moment, whispering something against Harry’s mouth, and then his hand was wrapped around Harry’s neck and they were kissing again, with more urgency and crushing need than before. Malfoy’s other hand probed at his entrance once more, but this time his fingers were slicked and wet. He did not spare Harry much, however, as he pushed two fingers in swiftly, eliciting another jerk from Harry as the pain shot through him. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, but it wasn’t quite good either.

But Malfoy started sliding his fingers in and out in a manner that the pain soon faded and Harry found himself moaning noiselessly into the kiss. Malfoy bit down on his lip as they kissed. Harry felt the skin of his lip rend and blood started to flow between their tongues.

Malfoy’s fingers crooked inside of him and hit somewhere Harry was completely unaware of but it sent a rush of heat through his body and his cock flooded with blood. Harry’s hands wrapped around the ropes that bound him, tugging at them as he fought them, wanting to participate more actively.

Or kick Malfoy and run. Yes. That was more logical. Surely.

Harry’s rationalizations were interrupted by the sudden removal of Malfoy’s fingers. Harry whimpered soundlessly and was glad, briefly, that he could make no noise. He was going to have words with his body later on.

Or something less mad.

Malfoy pressed the head of his cock to Harry’s arse and, his hands wrapped around Harry’s hips, fingers digging into the skin, he thrust deep into Harry.

Harry’s body jerked in the motion of screaming from the sudden breach, from the abrupt stretching sensation, from the awareness that he would surely be ripped in half and the thunderous jolt of pain that rocked his body. His previous assessment of Malfoy’s cock as being marble did not seem so ludicrous now.

“You’ll never sit the same way again,” Malfoy growled into his ear. “You’ll never ride a broom the same way. You’ll think of me every time you try and remember my cock up your arse and how much you loved it.”

He started thrusting roughly in and out of Harry, the pain slowly being matched by the inexplicable pleasure that coursed through him. He tensed and clenched around Malfoy, unconsciously throwing his head back as he was rocked by the experience.

His lips moved to shape unspoken words. He had no idea what he was saying but didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Malfoy couldn’t hear and at least in this respect he couldn’t betray himself.

Malfoy’s body was pressed hard against him as his mouth latched onto Harry’s neck, sucking and biting at the vulnerable flesh there. Harry knew he was leaving numerous marks in his wake but didn’t care about that either.

Harry’s shaft was pinned between their bodies and Malfoy’s soft cotton robes rubbed back and forth over the sensitive underside of it, sending more waves of pleasure through him. Harry felt his orgasm growing, burning in him and pushing him towards the edge. He bit his lip hard and gave in, unable to fight it. He shot out all over Malfoy’s robes.

“I’m going to come inside you, Potter,” Malfoy informed him harshly. “Fill you and you’ll have to bear that knowledge. You’ll know that a Malfoy,” he spat, nibbling Harry’s ear. “The son of a Death Eater, ruined you. And you wanted it.”

Harry’s body was on fire and Malfoy thrust deeply into him. Harry clenched his muscles around him and Malfoy froze, his muscles tense, his nails digging painfully into Harry’s flesh, as his climax tore through him. Harry felt himself suddenly filled with hot liquid. It dribbled down and out of him, down his thighs, as Malfoy clutched him.

He stood there, unable to let Harry go, for long moments, before he pulled out and stepped back, a dangerously satisfied look on his face. Malfoy adjusted himself, zipped his trousers and cleaned his robes before stopping to take one last, long look at Harry. His eyes lingered on Harry’s spent cock before looking down to the stream of semen on his leg. He licked his lips once more and smirked at Harry.

“My cum looks good on you, Potter,” he whispered. “Good thing I’m not the only one who will see it.” He picked up the Invisibility Cloak on the ground and held it up over Harry, hesitating briefly at the look of horrified loathing on Harry’s face. He pressed his lips to Harry’s once more before throwing the cloak over him.


“I reckon you’ll be back in London before anyone finds you,” Malfoy assessed, picking up his trunk. “I can think of no better revenge than the embarrassment of this for you.” He smiled darkly and nodded once to Harry, walking to the door of the compartment. “See you around, Potter… or not.”

And he walked off the train, leaving Harry bound, dirty and half-naked beneath his Invisibility Cloak.

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