Are You Ugly?

Hi everyone! This is Shiny-chan! I really enjoyed writing this, in fact I was laughing hysterically during most of it. I know



I’m crazy. I just wanted to make it clear that each story is a one shot and may or may not have any relation to each other. I



will label the stories that go together. Also another thing. I do not own this song. It is called Stand by Rascal Flatts. On



with the story!



XD





“You won’t be able to do it Dray.” Harry leaned back in the chair before the fireplace and stared at a sulking Draco. Draco was



lying on the rug in front of the fire with various books and half filled parchment scattered around him, doing research to find



a way to conceal his dark mark. Draco’s father had forcibly cast the spell on him two nights ago, but he had wanted no part of



it. Hence his current struggle.



“There must be a way Riri! I don’t want this damned thing! I hate it. The only way that it will come off is if someone kills



the castor.” Harry’s chair resumed its normal four-legged posture as Harry got on the floor and gave Draco a fierce hug. Draco



began to shake and the tears began to run down his face. He clutched Harry like he was his life preserver in a hurricane.



“I won’t let you go Dray! You’re no match for him. Once he finds out you’re not loyal, he’ll kill you in a heartbeat.” Draco



pulled away and he stood up from the floor. He set his face into the mask that told Harry he had his mind set on something



stupid, and he went into the bedroom to pack a bag. Harry came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him.



“Please stay. I couldn’t live without you mon ame soeur.”



“There you go with the persuasive French again. Even if I am your soul mate, this is something I have to do to be free. You



know how important that is to me.” And indeed he did know. Draco had started breaking away from the deatheater lifestyle in



sixth year after he had met Voldemort the first time. He had been humiliated that his father was continually bowing to a madman



in a monster’s skin, and he had secretly defected to Harry’s side. Harry had been convinced that it was a trap at first, until



he had spent some time locked in a room with Draco. He had found that the Slytherin was completely different than he had



imagined. The friendship they had forged in that locked room had become a romance that Harry was fiercely protective of.



“I know. Just promise me you’ll come home to me, please?” Draco smiled and stroked Harry’s cheeks gently before kissing him



gently.



“I promise I’ll come back Harry. Wild thestrals couldn’t keep me away.” Draco had his bag in his hand as he walked towards the



fireplace and took a handful of floo powder from the pot by the fireplace.



“I think you were a closet Gryffindor Draco.” Draco made a disgusted face.



“If you’re going to insult me Harry then I just won’t come back.” Draco threw the powder in the fire and flooed away, leaving



Harry to pace in front of the fire waiting for his return.





You feel like a candle in a hurricane



Just like a picture with a broken frame



Alone and helpless



Like you\'ve lost your fight



But you\'ll be alright



You’ll be alright





Draco landed in Malfoy Manor’s front foyer and brushed his robes off before striding towards his father’s study. He took deep



breaths to conceal the fear that he wouldn’t be able to return to Harry and reached inside his bag and placed the vial he had



hidden there in his pocket, and made sure his wand was hidden in his sleeve before knocking on the study door. The door creaked



open and Draco was vaguely surprised that a house elf hadn’t kept it maintained. His father was sitting at his desk writing on



a piece of parchment with his back to Draco. He quickly levitated the invisible contents of the vial into his father’s half



full cup of Brazilian coffee. Draco rolled his eyes. Of course nothing but the best for Lucious Malfoy. Draco sat in a chair



in front of Lucious’ desk and waited for him to deign to look at him. He discreetly transfigured his father’s wand into a cane



that looked exactly as it had before. This time however, it was a normal cane, not a cane disguising a wand. Lucious took a



swig of his coffee before turning to Draco.



“So Draco, care to tell me where you’ve been the last two days?” Draco’s face was impassive as he shrugged at his father.



There was no way he was going to tell him he had been at Harry’s place.



“I don’t think it really matters, but I was with Blaise at his summer residence in Italy. The sun is beautiful there.” Lucious



steepled his fingers under his chin and cut him off.



“I don’t really care about how beautiful it was in Italy Draco. Why did you come visit me tonight?” Just then, Lucious fell to



the floor and started spasming.



“Do you want to know the real reason I came here tonight?” Draco knelt by his spasming father.



“I came to get my life back. You see this?” Draco yanked the left sleeve of his robes up and revealed the rapidly fading Dark



Mark.



“The very instant it vanishes, you’ll be dead. I’ll be free at last. But don’t worry; I’ll make the Malfoy name something to be



proud of with Harry Potter at my side.” The light in Lucious’ eyes died and Draco stood.





Cause when push comes to shove



You taste what you\'re made of



You might bend, till you break



Cause it’s all you can take



On your knees you look up



Decide you\'ve had enough



You get mad you get strong



Wipe your hands shake it off



Then you Stand, Then you stand





Draco looked down on his father’s body and whipped his wand out of his sleeve. He transfigured the body into a nine iron golf



club and placed it in his father’s golf bag. He took a last look at the room before apparating into Harry’s bedroom and going



out to the living room. He found Harry pacing furiously in front of the fireplace with his eyes glued to the fire. He snuck up



behind him and hugged him. Harry instantly relaxed.



“Despite your insult, I can’t stay away from you. Stupid Gryffindor.” Harry’s face lit up with joy and he doused the fire and



pounced on Draco.





Life\'s like a novel



With the end ripped out



The edge of a canyon



With only one way down



Take what you\'re given before it’s gone



Start holding on, keep holding on





Draco had him on a razor’s edge, hovering on the wire thin line between torture and orgasm. Harry was naked and writhing on



the bed as his Draco lovingly stroked his balls. He jumped as a warm wet tongue licked around Harry’s sphincter, playing havoc



with his senses. Harry moaned helplessly as Draco coated his hole in saliva and strawberry lube, preparing him for entry.



“Please Draco, uhnn, give me more! Please! I want you! Ahh!” Draco pulled away and squeezed more of the flavored lube from the



tube and lathered it generously over his cock. He pushed slowly into Harry, causing him to moan loudly in a delicious



combination of pain and pleasure. He rubbed Harry’s back lightly to help him adjust to the sudden impaling his arsehole had



taken. Seeing that Harry was almost ready, he pulled back slightly.



“You ready for me Riri?” Harry nodded furiously and moaned. Draco pulled back father and slammed in, rocking the bed with the



force of the thrust. Harry’s moans were almost constant as Draco continued to slam his dick deeper and deeper inside him.



Harry came, coating the bed underneath him with sticky cum.





Cause when push comes to shove



You taste what you\'re made of



You might bend, till you break



Cause it’s all you can take



On your knees you look up



Decide you\'ve had enough



You get mad you get strong



Wipe your hands shake it off



Then you Stand, Then you stand





Draco collapsed in exhaustion and began to play with a lock of Harry’s hair in his post-orgasmic haze. Harry had fallen into a



light doze underneath Draco, who took that time to look at the gorgeous catch he had right next to him. Harry had changed a lot



since the Hogwarts days. It had only been about two years since they had left, but in that time Harry had grown into an



attractive man. His raven hair had lengthened to his shoulders and he had gotten rid of his glasses and had his eyes magically



corrected. He now looked like a soft green eyed angel. Harry opened his eyes and Draco caught his breath.



“Hey Dray, how’d it go with your father?” Draco smiled and brushed some of Harry’s hair out of his face.



“He’s now a golf club with all the other clubs in father’s collection. Harry, you better kill that monster soon. Then we can



both be free.” Harry chuckled softly and grabbed a strand of Draco’s hair.



“I love you Dray, more than anything.” Draco’s smile grew into a wide grin and tears threatened to come out of his eyes.



“I love you more than life Riri. From here it’s only up.”





Everytime you get up



And get back in the race



One more small piece of you



Starts to fall into place



Ooohhh





Harry leaned up and kissed Draco lightly on the lips before turning over to fall asleep. Draco kissed him on the cheek before



turning out the light and vanishing everything he had taken with him to his father’s house. He closed his eyes and slept



deeper than he had ever done in four years.





Cause when push comes to shove



You taste what you\'re made of



You might bend, till you break



Cause it’s all you can take



On your knees you look up



Decide you\'ve had enough



You get mad you get strong



Wipe your hands shake it off



Then you Stand, Then you stand