Draco Was A Masochist
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,458
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
The next morning at breakfast, Draco made no effort to hide the ugly wound on his neck. He wanted people to know that he was owned, spoken for. And with Harry’s permission he would gladly say who owned him.
Harry on the other hand wished that Draco would keep it covered up. He didn’t mind the questions, oh no. What worried Harry was that every time he spotted that wound on Draco’s neck, he became insatiably aroused and struggled hard to keep himself from just throwing himself at his blonde lover and constructing a repeat.
Draco had liked the fangs.
This pleased Harry more than anything had in his life. It shocked him, but he realised it was exactly what he wanted to hear. That Draco had taken as much pleasure from their experience as Harry had. Especially the pain.
God, how he loved the pain. He didn’t mind enduring it, but nothing satisfied him more than inflicting pain on someone else. He remembered the first time he had realised that perhaps he had a slightly sadistic side to him…
*FLASHBACK*
Harry was standing outside on the ground of Hogwart’s, watching in horror as students and teachers alike fell down around him at the hands of Voldemort’s Death Eaters.
And then, there she was. Bellatrix Lestrange. The whore that killed Sirius, the most important person in Harry’s life. He vowed to himself that day that he would have his revenge, and now was his time.
Harry snuck up behind her and signalled to Neville, who she was currently duelling, that he was going to take over. Seeing Neville’s oh so slight nod of understanding, Harry ran at her, knocking her off her feet.
He straddled her, pinning her down on the ground. She sneered up at him, daring him to do something.
“Oh, little baby Potter. Ready to join your mudblood-loving Godfather in hell?” she spat.
“Incarcerous!” Harry screamed, watching as long thick ropes flew out from the tip of his wand, winding around her body and binding her arms and legs down. With a secondary flick of his wrist, another rope wound around her throat, leaving her just enough room to breathe. Harry watched as the ends of the ropes buried themselves into the earth, fixing her to the spot. She writhed against the ropes, trying to get free, but only succeeded in near-choking herself. She coughed violently and glared at Harry.
“Not so confident now, are you bitch?” Harry spat.
She stared up at him defiantly.
Harry backhanded her across the face as hard as he could. 'God, that’s a satisfying sound' he thought to himself.
He watched Bellatrix turn her head back to look at him as her tongue swiped out to capture the blood running from the corner of her mouth. She sneered at him, showing her blood-covered teeth.
“Enjoying this aren’t you, Potter?” she asked sweetly, pointedly looking at the bulge in his pants.
“Crucio!” Harry screamed. Bellatrix writhed underneath him in agony, causing her hips to jut up against him. He rolled his hips down against hers and moaned as her fits of pain caressed his erection. Seeing more blood trickle from her mouth undid Harry, and he came hard against her. His momentary lapse in concentration lifted the Cruciatis curse and Bellatrix began gasping raggedly, trying to catch her breath. Harry’s harsh panting nearly matched her own, as he tried not to think about what had brought on the most intense orgasm of his life.
*END FLASHBACK*
Harry shifted uncomfortably. Even the mere memory of that night was enough to make him hard. He decided that now was probably the time to leave the breakfast table until he calmed down a little. He mumbled an excuse to Ron and Hermione about working on his homework before class started, and made to leave the Great Hall. Harry turned into the corridor and ran straight into someone.
“Watch where you’re going Potter!” Draco spat at him. Harry was confused and hurt, until he realised that Draco had pushed a piece of parchment into his hand when he knocked into him. At hearing the commotion, Ron and Hermione had come out to stand by Harry.
“Blimey Malfoy!” Ron said, eyeing Draco’s neck, “Did you get attacked by a vampire or something?”
Draco smirked at Harry. “Something like that,”
Harry smiled a little, and tongued one of the fangs he still had attached to his canine’s. He saw Draco give him a sly wink before storming into the Great Hall.
“What the hell was all that about?” Ron asked, snapping Harry out of his stupor.
“No idea. You guys go back and finish your breakfast, I’ll see you in Potions,” Harry replied.
They nodded and headed back to the breakfast table. Harry watched until they were out of sight, and opened the parchment Draco had pressed into his palm.
'I want more...'
“Oh god,” Harry whispered, his stomach somersaulting all over the place. He folded the parchment up and put it in his pocket, excitedly beginning to make plans for their next encounter.
Harry on the other hand wished that Draco would keep it covered up. He didn’t mind the questions, oh no. What worried Harry was that every time he spotted that wound on Draco’s neck, he became insatiably aroused and struggled hard to keep himself from just throwing himself at his blonde lover and constructing a repeat.
Draco had liked the fangs.
This pleased Harry more than anything had in his life. It shocked him, but he realised it was exactly what he wanted to hear. That Draco had taken as much pleasure from their experience as Harry had. Especially the pain.
God, how he loved the pain. He didn’t mind enduring it, but nothing satisfied him more than inflicting pain on someone else. He remembered the first time he had realised that perhaps he had a slightly sadistic side to him…
*FLASHBACK*
Harry was standing outside on the ground of Hogwart’s, watching in horror as students and teachers alike fell down around him at the hands of Voldemort’s Death Eaters.
And then, there she was. Bellatrix Lestrange. The whore that killed Sirius, the most important person in Harry’s life. He vowed to himself that day that he would have his revenge, and now was his time.
Harry snuck up behind her and signalled to Neville, who she was currently duelling, that he was going to take over. Seeing Neville’s oh so slight nod of understanding, Harry ran at her, knocking her off her feet.
He straddled her, pinning her down on the ground. She sneered up at him, daring him to do something.
“Oh, little baby Potter. Ready to join your mudblood-loving Godfather in hell?” she spat.
“Incarcerous!” Harry screamed, watching as long thick ropes flew out from the tip of his wand, winding around her body and binding her arms and legs down. With a secondary flick of his wrist, another rope wound around her throat, leaving her just enough room to breathe. Harry watched as the ends of the ropes buried themselves into the earth, fixing her to the spot. She writhed against the ropes, trying to get free, but only succeeded in near-choking herself. She coughed violently and glared at Harry.
“Not so confident now, are you bitch?” Harry spat.
She stared up at him defiantly.
Harry backhanded her across the face as hard as he could. 'God, that’s a satisfying sound' he thought to himself.
He watched Bellatrix turn her head back to look at him as her tongue swiped out to capture the blood running from the corner of her mouth. She sneered at him, showing her blood-covered teeth.
“Enjoying this aren’t you, Potter?” she asked sweetly, pointedly looking at the bulge in his pants.
“Crucio!” Harry screamed. Bellatrix writhed underneath him in agony, causing her hips to jut up against him. He rolled his hips down against hers and moaned as her fits of pain caressed his erection. Seeing more blood trickle from her mouth undid Harry, and he came hard against her. His momentary lapse in concentration lifted the Cruciatis curse and Bellatrix began gasping raggedly, trying to catch her breath. Harry’s harsh panting nearly matched her own, as he tried not to think about what had brought on the most intense orgasm of his life.
*END FLASHBACK*
Harry shifted uncomfortably. Even the mere memory of that night was enough to make him hard. He decided that now was probably the time to leave the breakfast table until he calmed down a little. He mumbled an excuse to Ron and Hermione about working on his homework before class started, and made to leave the Great Hall. Harry turned into the corridor and ran straight into someone.
“Watch where you’re going Potter!” Draco spat at him. Harry was confused and hurt, until he realised that Draco had pushed a piece of parchment into his hand when he knocked into him. At hearing the commotion, Ron and Hermione had come out to stand by Harry.
“Blimey Malfoy!” Ron said, eyeing Draco’s neck, “Did you get attacked by a vampire or something?”
Draco smirked at Harry. “Something like that,”
Harry smiled a little, and tongued one of the fangs he still had attached to his canine’s. He saw Draco give him a sly wink before storming into the Great Hall.
“What the hell was all that about?” Ron asked, snapping Harry out of his stupor.
“No idea. You guys go back and finish your breakfast, I’ll see you in Potions,” Harry replied.
They nodded and headed back to the breakfast table. Harry watched until they were out of sight, and opened the parchment Draco had pressed into his palm.
'I want more...'
“Oh god,” Harry whispered, his stomach somersaulting all over the place. He folded the parchment up and put it in his pocket, excitedly beginning to make plans for their next encounter.