Darker Side of Me

Darker Side of Me –Chapter 3

“Potter!” Harry snapped to attention. Professor Snape was berating him again as Harry realized that he had added Salamander tails to his potion instead of Salamander root –the result being that the potion that was supposed to be a cool and wispy blue was in fact fiery red and emit exploding bubbles across the room. “Twenty points from Gryffindor and you have detention after class with me, Potter. Perhaps that will teach you to pay attention.”

Harry groaned silently to himself and attempted to control the explosions and mop up the spilt liquid. Hermione slipped him a paper with a spell that would help him finish the job, though Harry refused to look up from his mess. He had indeed been inattentive, though he would never admit it. His mind was finding it hard to stay concentrated on anything anymore. He found himself daydreaming day after day, losing hours of time as his head ran round and round things he would prefer to simply avoid. He couldn’t take it anymore, yet he felt as though there was nothing he could do.

He couldn’t figure any of it out…

The class came to an end and Harry was still cleaning his ingredients, attempting to salvage some bits of his excess ingredients. Salamander tails were terribly expensive and terribly rare. He shook his head, frowning at his own faults and carefully replaced whatever was his back into his bag. Snape had ordered him to clean all the workstations and the cauldrons without the use of magic. It promised to be a long night as he lifted the first of the caked and sticky cauldrons to carry it over to the sink.

“Potter!” Snape called to him. Harry turned reluctantly to his professor. “I have a meeting with the Headmaster. However, since I cannot allow you to get away with your delinquency and I simply cannot trust you alone in the class, Malfoy has graciously agreed to watch you in my absence. He will, of course, report to me any attempts to cheat on your part, so be warned.” Without allowing a word of protest, Snape turned on his heel and slammed the dungeon doors behind him. Harry heaved a sigh and turned back to his cauldron, attempting to ignore Malfoy behind him.

“So, how did you snake your way into this?” Harry spat, refusing to look at Draco. He pretended to scrub the bottom of the cauldron, through the massive mountain of bubbles that had grown out of the stone basin sink.

“Snake my way into this?” Draco’s voice came, silky and smooth as always. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, Potter. I simply agreed to help Professor Snape punish you. You’ve been very bad it seems, Potter.” Draco paid careful attention to emphasize certain choice words, but Harry tried to ignore him.

Draco walked towards Harry and leaned against the wall next to the sink, listlessly resting his head on his shoulder. Harry gritted his teeth and determinedly continued to clean the cauldron. Malfoy smiled.

“Though sometimes you do need a push in the right direction,” Draco added, again emphasizing choice words. Harry stopped and looked at him, the truth dawning on him.

“You put the Salamander tails into my potion!” The accusation was realistic in Harry’s mind. It made perfect sense. Draco cocked an eyebrow.

“Now why would I do that?” he asked, unknowingly batting his eyelashes. “Why would I set myself up to waste my night watching you sweat and toil over a vat of magical bubbles?” Harry wasn’t sure, but he thought he could hear a mite of sarcasm in Draco’s tone, as though he was in fact suggesting something.

“That’s what you want isn’t it?” Harry deduced, leaning forwards, over the mountain of bubbles. The soapy water soaked the front of his shirt, but he paid no mind to it. “You wanted to get me alone down in the dungeons, admit it!”

“My my! We are kinky, aren’t we, Potter?” Malfoy mused, kissing the air in Harry’s direction. He moved towards the Gryffindor boy, picking up a handful of the bubbles. Draco ran the hand over Harry’s cheek, leaving a trail of tiny white bubbles on his skin. “Yet still, I’m game if you are…”he suggested, then shrugged. “Even if you aren’t.”

Harry’s eyes widened as Draco’s words made their way through his head. He dropped his tools into the basin and as they clanged to the bottom, Malfoy stepped forwards and pushed Harry against one of the work stations. Draco grabbed Harry’s wrists where they were soaking and bubbly, and pinned them to his shoulders, pulling the Gryffindor into a hungry embrace, pressing his own body against Harry’s.

The wetness of Harry’s shirt spread to Draco’s and the blonde boy brought his hands down to tear both of their shirts away. Harry found himself running over pages and pages in his mind, pages of the thoughts that had plagued him all week, and he found that he threw them all away. He suddenly began to grind back into Draco’s hips, sucking on his tongue and helping him undress. He couldn’t deny the carnal need he felt deep down for Draco and so Harry didn’t try to pretend anymore. He regained his footing and threw the blonde back against the soapy basin.

“You wanted kink,” Harry said, noticing the mild surprise on Draco’s face. Harry did not give him the time to reply, however, as he let his emotions take over and pressed into Malfoy, engulfing his mouth in his own. Harry tipped Draco back into the bubbles and rubbed his hips against Draco’s inner-thighs when the blonde spread his legs to keep balance over the sink.

Ravenously, Potter ran his hands up and down Draco’s sides, exploring his body like he had never been given the chance before. Draco returned the favor and began to tug at the Gryffindor’s pants with one hand, running the other into Harry’s hair. Fingering the ebony locks, Draco slid his other hand down the front of Potter’s pants, carefully caressing his length.

“This isn’t quite kink, Potter,” Draco murmured into Harry’s ear, pulling the boy back with him into the bubbles. Harry gasped softly. Draco had wrapped his hand around Harry’s shaft and began massaging. Harry pressed on, however, fumbling with Draco’s zipper as he tried to completely undress the blonde. Draco stood up and pushed him away with a smirk. He stood there, before Harry, his pants undone and soaking wet, his pale porcelain torso covered in bubbles. Potter could feel his excitement grow more and more, as blood rushed to one specific region of his body. “I’ll show you kinky.”

Draco took Harry’s hand and led him to a small, reclusive area of the classroom. The slight and almost caring touch sent shivers through Harry’s being as he followed Malfoy, his vision clouding and his heart pounding with new words behind the beat. The area Draco had brought him to was somewhat unfit for schooling. There were remnants of shackles and chains hanging from the walls. Malfoy seemed quite pleased.

“This is what you meant, wasn’t it? When you said I wanted you alone in the dungeons?” Malfoy laughed and tied Harry’s hands behind his back with a chain. He then undressed them both and pushed Harry against the wall, tantalizing him by running his hands up and down Harry’s body. Draco kissed him deeply for a moment, and then began to suckle on the Gryffindor’s collarbone, taking moments to move downwards and lick his nipples.

Harry wrung his hands, attempting to get free but spent his energy to no avail. Draco pulled Harry down with him and pressed the boy against the floor, allowing his mouth to lick and suck its way down to the Gryffindor’s pride. Malfoy licked the tip and sucked gently, teasing Harry for as long as he possibly could. Harry, however, had other plans.

He managed to free his hands and pull Draco up. He flipped the blonde over onto his back and proceeded to taunt him just as he had done before. Harry wrapped his mouth around Draco’s length, sucking tenderly and massaging it with his tongue. Draco moaned in delight, cupping his hands around Harry’s head in encouragement. Once he had deemed Draco close enough to his climax, he stopped. Malfoy, panting, stared at him with an incredulous look.

“Do you like it? Feeling unsatisfied and unfinished?” Harry demanded, pinning Draco to the floor. “That’s how you left me before. How does it feel to taste what you dish out?” Draco smiled and licked his lips.

“Amazing, mainly because I can count on one thing,” he replied with a sneer. Harry panted and shook his head, confused. “You want me now more than you want to teach me a lesson. Your lust is too strong.” Harry grimaced but he knew that Draco was right, for the most part at least. He kissed Draco roughly and spread his legs, placing himself above Malfoy.

Harry dropped down slowly and let Draco penetrate him. He gyrated slowly at first and then sped up. Draco arched his own back to strengthen his thrusts though there was little need. Harry clutched Draco’s arms and shut his green eyes. He threw his head back and knew that he couldn’t fight it any longer…

Moments later, Harry felt a wave of warm sticky fluid inside of him and subsequently allowed his own release. He was breathing heavily and let himself fall over onto Malfoy. Draco curled an arm around Harry whose sweaty body collapsed onto him.

“Doesn’t take much to exert you does it?” Malfoy snickered, watching Potter’s eyes close. He watched him quietly for a few moments rubbing his back tenderly as Harry slept. Then, however, he remembered where they were and shook Harry out of his slumber. “Come on, you still have work to do.”

Harry gazed at him confused for a few moments before realization dawned and he was on his feet, zipping his pants. He ran over to get his shirt and continue his work but Draco stopped him before he shoved his hand back into the vat of bubbles.

“I’ll take care of all this,” Draco assured him. With a wave of his wand, the tables were sparkling clean and the cauldrons were neatly stacked on the proper shelves. Harry stared in wonder as he also realized that his shirt was dry. “I had to learn that spell a while ago. In the absence of our house-elf, my parents decided that I would have to shelf most of the cleaning duties,” he confided to Harry. But there was something more pressing.

“But Snape was insistent I not use magic, this should have taken all night,” Harry remembered desperately. “He’ll have my neck when he sees this…” Draco shook his head.

“He doesn’t know how fast you work, I’ll assure him you used no magic and he can check your wand.” Harry stared in amazement whilst Draco finished clothing himself. Was he really saying this? Was Draco Malfoy really going to lie for Harry to get him out of further punishment? Harry’s head was spinning.

He had little time to mull, however, because Snape boomed through the dungeon doors only minutes later, apparently in a mood. Harry gulped and arranged his things. Snape stopped dead and stared at the spotless potions class.

“POTTER!” he hollered at the top of his lungs. “I specifically said no magic!!”

“I didn’t-” Harry began, but Draco cut him off.

“He used no magic, Professor.” Draco stepped forwards, a look of displeasure on his face. “I watched him clean each of those cauldrons by hand. Really terribly boring if you ask me, and I’m not sure he did his best work, but they are clean and I’m sorry to say it was all legitimate.” Draco grimaced and shrugged. Snape inspected a few of the cauldrons and turned back to the boys, quite displeased.

“Alright, Malfoy, thank you, you may go.” Draco nodded and turned to leave. “Potter, I don’t know how you did this and I don’t know how you convinced Malfoy to play along, but for now I’m going to take another ten points from Gryffindor for your insolence. Leave now.” Harry obeyed and left the dungeons, albeit rather angrily. He ran after Draco, he needed to know…

“Malfoy!” Harry called. Draco turned to him and stopped out of the way of any potential passing students.

“What is it?” Harry pushed him against the wall angrily. He could sense tears welling in his eyes though he would not let them show.

“How did you do it? How did you do this to me??” Harry demanded, overwhelmed with emotions. “Did you use a potion, a spell, what?! How could you…. How could you do this to me?!” Draco seemed mildly insulted and rather confused.

“What?? Save your ass from another detention? Or did you mean losing you another ten points from your precious house?” he replied in disgust. “Honestly, this is a great way to thank me…” Harry put a hand over Draco’s mouth to shush his words. Malfoy stared at Potter with wide eyes. Harry’s face showed terrible pain.

“That’s not what I’m talking about, you idiot!” Harry removed his hand and stepped back, seemingly hopeless. Draco shook his head.

“Then what have I done to you?! What have I done that you can’t explain?!” Draco frowned at him. “Go ahead, say it!” Harry couldn’t take it anymore, so he did as Draco demanded.

“You made me love you!”