Aggressive Behavior

Author Notes: I hope this comes quick enough for you all! I’d love to be one of those writers that puts out (he he he… puts out o.O) two or three chapters a day. Oooh, wouldn’t it be cool!? Anywho, thanx for the wonderful reviews.
Warnings: If you’ve come this far, you must have been reading the warnings, and found some sort of twisted delight in them. In case you’ve forgotten, this fic contains SLASH Anal/ Oral / Nonconsen/ possible BP and BDSM, oh yes, and some Angstiness too. This chapter is topped with explicit sexual scenes (and its about time, huh? ^_^ hee) Language gets a bit rough too. You have been thoroughly warned…
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda, Harry Potter isn’t mine…Blah blah blah, slash artist and all that

Aggressive Behavior: Punishment or Reward?

Silence.

Not just any old silence. It was a kind of stillness that practically begged for interruption. A tense sort of hush, far from tranquil, that made the dimly lit corridor of the dungeons seem almost hostile, isolated from the whole of Hogwarts. And in the middle of it all stood two young wizards, wands raised and ready to strike. The pale, blonde Slytherin and the raven-haired Gryffindor glared at one another with expressions of pure hatred and venom. The searing heat of the confrontation almost contradicted the icy temperature of their surroundings, breath rising in cloudy mists and cheeks flushed from the glacial wind in the passage.

And then it begun. Sparks flew. The silence shattered as hexes, curse, charms, and enchantments sprung from their wands, and the two boys engaged in their first wizard’s duel. Their voices echoed through the corridors, piercing shouts deafening them to the world around. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped. Nothing remained but the sound of heavy breathing. And still, they looked at one another. The fervor in the vivid green unhidden by the fogged spectacles, and the passion in silvery gray, still burning behind scattered blonde tufts. The former blinked, giving the other a chance to raise his wand again swiftly. A pause.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as his opponent lifted his rod in defense. But his eyes were elsewhere now, directed toward the long nose and short, greasy hair of the man who was making his way around the corner, just down the hall, long black robes billowing wiach ach stride. Looking back at his challenger, he smirked widely and loosened his grip on his wand, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp clatter. A mixture of puzzlement and aversion overtook the other boy as it was kicked under the door of a nearby classroom.

Tlondlonde’s superior air transformed into a guise of distress as quick footsteps approached.. Po. Potter!” Harry whipped around to see Professor Snape approaching swiftly, a dark scowl painted across his face. He gave no mercy, hissing verbal offenses, taking away house points, and generously arranging detentions as he dragged Harry out of the dungeons.

‘He raised his wand at me, sir..’

That’s the story Draco had given. He blinked, and it occurred to him that that particular incident was not unlike the one that was transpiring before him right now. He only caught a few scraps of the exchange, but he understood exactly what was happening.

“…he attacked me…He kissed me the then he… t-touched me…”

He listened with slight amusement and knew that, given a similar situation… No, he thought. I wouldn’t do that.. Would I? He shook it from his thoughts as Harry was yanked into the house, too shocked to resist. He hadn’t resisted then either, Draco thought pensively. How imprudent. Then drew his attention to the boy still sitting outside. His face was red, whether in anger or embarrassment, Draco couldn’t tell. But the clear stream that rann thn the boy’s chubby cheeks demonstrated one of two phenomena. Dudley Dursley was either a really good actor or he actually felt bad about lying. But from what Draco knew of him, guilt hadn’t been an issue for the sixteen plus years that Harry had lived with the Dursleys. Demanding anything and everything he set his eyes on, expecting payment for proper behavior, constantly beating on smaller boys and terrorizing the neighbor’s cats, their son was nothing short of a menace. So why should he suddenly grow a conscience?

Dudley lugged himself to his feet with a grunt and trudged slowly into the house, closely trailed by Malfoy, who paused at the bottom of the stairs. First things first. He had to find Potter. He adjusted the cloak on his shoulders and wandered into the kitchen, where a woman almost as thin as his Nimbus 2001 and the corpulent man from before sat, whispering madly to each other. Vernon and Petunia Dursley, Draco deduced, members of one of the greatest anti-wizarding families in existence. His father had once told him that the only reason they hadn’t been subdued was Lily Evans, born of muggle parents, the first of her line with the gift of magic. Despite the fact that her sister had convinced her in-law family that she had shamed them, that she was a plague to be avoided, Lily never held a grudge. Instead, she did everything in her power to protect the Dursleys from harm. And even though she was the mother of Draco’s rival, just thinking about it made his blood boil. The ungrateful bastards…

“…ungrateful little bastard…” Draco’s ears perked and he moved in closer. “…should throw him into the street, I should…”

“Sssh…Vernon, Dudley will hear you...”

“I don’t care!” He snapped, but spoke more quietly. “Blood or not, Petunia, I want that boy out.”

Aunt Petunia shook her head. “Nonsense, Vernon. He has to stay here or…”

Vernon‘s fist crashed down on the table, causing his wife to jump. The next words out of his mouth he articulated very slowly. “One less wizard to worry about.” The cold tone in which this was spoken caused a chill to run down Petunia Dursley’s spine, diminis her here usually dominant demeanor. She put shaking hands over her mouth, a look of horror sweeping her features.

Draco was shaking too. His resentment for the Dursleys altered by the words that had just been spoken, and what was left was evolving into an almost uncontrollable rage. He gripped his wand tightly. Of all he nerve. He could do the entire wizarding world a favor by getting rid of them once and for all. They were close. So close… It wouldn’t take much. Just a wave of the wand and two forbidden words. Avada Ka…

\'Your father will be so proud…\'

Draco blanched and he suddenly felt nauseous. His entire body was trembling and a cold sweat was making its way down his forehead. He closed his eyes, trying to force his mother’s words out of his mind. No, he thought. He wasn’t like his father. He wouldn’t…

Mrs. Dursley cleared her throat. She had managed to regained a bit of composure, and when she spoke, it sounded almost confident. “You said it yourself, Vernon. A few weeks in the cupboard and he’ll learn his lesson.” That must’ve ended the conversation, because Mr. Dursley, very mad and very purple, stoodand and stalked out of the kitchen. He stopped to brutally kick the wooden door under the stairs, then continued on his way. Draco was nearly run over by Petunia as she dashed off after him. He was about to follow them, but he hesitated, pulling off the invisibility cloak and turning to look at the battered door. Bingo.

* * *

Harry was bored. Oh yes, he was utterly humiliated, but Uncle Vernon had said a few weeks and if he could say one thing about his uncle, where Harry’s punishments were concerned he was painfully true to his word. The only form of entertainment was watching the spider offspring trying to impress Harry by forming a pyramid. After at least a dozen failed attempts, Harry thanked them for their efforts as they scampered off to attack beetle that had wandered in. It didn’t help that every inch of the cupboard was caked in a thick layer of dust. The musty air was enough to send Harry into regular sneezing fits. He thought for sure that he’d die of air poisoning, if he didn’t die of boredom first. He sighed, and immediately regretted it, as thick swirls of grime flew into the air. How could he have gotten himself into this mess? All summer he had been careful to stay on the Dursleys’ good side. His mind drifted back to this afternoon’s events. He had been sunbathing when Dudley attacked him and tried to… Harriverivered and decided that he didn’t want to think about what his cousin had done to him. He couldn’t however, forget who had come to his rescue. Draco Malfoy. Of all the people who could have found him like that. Why did it have to be him?

A loud crack sounded before him, and without opening hies, es, Harry knew exactly what… or rather who it was. “Malfoy.” He said, exasperated. “Why are you still here?” He opened his eyes and stared at Malfoy, who looked just as smug as he had earlier.

But despite outward appearances, Draco found this question to be a very difficult one. He knew that he had come to Privet Drive with the intention of hurting the boy that stood before him. But as he looked into those emerald eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to do such a thing. Yes, they were competitors, who delivered each other a constant barrage of insults, dealt one another a fair share of hexes and curses, and relished in each other’s misfortunes. But that was all during the term, in front of their friends, in front of their classmates, and… In front of my father. The thought made Draco cringe, and he faltered for a moment with a frown on his face, before he remembered where he was. He snapped his gaze back to Potter, who thankfully was busy counting the number of spider webs across the ceiling. Draco wondered if he had noticed the moment of discomposure, but forgot about it when he spoke.

“Starting to regret saving me from the clutches of my deranged cousin?” Harry said, chuckling mirthlessly. He spoke simply to break the silence rather than make conversation. Life in the cupboard was quiet and quite lonely. And even though it was Malfoy, Harry felt he was fortunate just to have the company. “I sup you you’ve come to finish me off.” He half-joked, remembering that Malfoy could now use magic.

But Draco took this in an entirely different light. The first image that popped into his head was of his disastrous attempt at seduction on the front lawn. He saw himself fall to the ground as his target remained oblivious. The thought was incredibly discomforting to Draco, who thought himself rather efficient in this area. But… finish him off? He soon found that it didn’t matter what mistakes he had made earlier. It seemed tm thm that Potter was issuing a challenge, and Draco was more than eager to comply.

When Harry saw the look on his face, his heart stopped momentarily. Malfoy’s grin was wide and devilish, eyes lust-filled.

“You know, Potter…” he began, stepping so close, the tips of their noses brushed. “That isn’t a bad idea.” Draco pressed their lips together, tongue lashing out swiftly, demanding entrance into the other’s mouth. He let his hands roam freely over the young seeker’s bare chest, eliciting a sharp gasp from the his lips. He took this opportunity to dip into the other’s warm crevice, seeking to learn every detail of its moist interior.

Harry felt his knees go weak, and grasped hold of Malfoy’s clothing to keep himself from falling. The blonde edged him lightly so that his back rested against the cupboard door. A tingling warmth was spreading throughout his body, inshis his mouth, and underneath his skin. When they parted, Harry almost whimpered at the loss. But he soon felt a new wave of gratification when Draco lowered his head to suck gently at the nape of his neck. Harry moaned in content, never having felt anything quite so enchanting. He closed his eyes to take it all in, but a strange feeling emerged in the pit of his stomach that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. His mind was racing. He had to force himself to think coherently above the onslaught of emotion and pleasure he was feeling. He vaguely noticed that he had let go of his pants, letting them slip to the ground, his thin boxers the only the item that concealed the proof of his excitement. Draco Malfoy was at his house…Oooh. Doing wonderful things with his tongue. He had moved onto Harry’s chest, alternating between lapping and nipping at the pink nubs. Malfoy…

“Why?” Harry managed, between gasps. But Malfoy didn’t answer. He seemed too busy trailing wet kisses down Harry’s torso, hands stroking every inch of his arms, his back, his sides. He was practically on his knees now, fingers wrapping around the waistline of his boxers. A pang of anxiety tore through Harry and he panicked, grabbing hold of the blonde’s pale wrists.

Draco looked up impatiently. “What?”

Harry steadied his breathing. “I thought you hated me. Why would you want to… to…”

Draco frowned. He hated interruptions, and this was the second one today. “Listen, Potter…” he growled in irritation. “You don’t have to like somebody to screw them senseless.” He apparently thought that was enough. But when he moved to continue, Harry tightened his grip.

“Wait a minute… What are you saying?” Comprehending, but not willing to believe it quite yet. He had always imagined his first time to be with someone he cared about, who cared about him, and maybe even loved him. He had never allowed himself to be pulled into meaningless relationships or one night stands, and he wasn’t about to start. But what are you supposed to think when the person you thought hated you most starts showering you with kisses?

Draco heaved an incensed sigh. “Just because I fancy a good romp with you, doesn’t mean that you should assume my opinion of you has changed. I still think you’re poor excuse for a wizard. You’re worth more as a name than you are as an individual.”

“But…”

“You seem to misunderstand my intentions. Don’t mistake my craving for your delicious body as request for your affection. Of course, if it soothes your mind to believe that Draco Malfoy has a desire to be with you, go right ahead and think it. But I assure you, Potter, I’m just as fond of you now as the day we met.” He halted briefly to glance at the other boy’s expression. It brought him a sort of twisted satisfaction to see him squirm, infuriation fused with hurt, and a failed attempt at veiling it. Draco laughed cruelly. “Well, what did you expect? I don’t want to love you. I want to fuck you.”

Of course, Harry thought. He didn’t know what he had expected, but he had hoped that somehow, that there may be a small possibility… He suddenly felt foolish. He was a fool for not suspecting something when his greatest adversary showed up on the Dursley’s front lawn, a fool for letting Malfoy get this close to him, and a fool to think that Malfoy could possibly feel anything for him beyond pure lust. “FUCK ME?” He spat vehemently. “And you think I’ll just stand here and let you?”

“Absolutely.” Before Harry could protest, Draco leaned into his crotch and nuzzled it assertively, causing him to cry out wordlessly. His hold on Malfoy loosened and he felt a rush of cold air on his skin as his boxers were yanked down unceremoniously. Draco acted quickly, taking in his length in one swift movement. When he felt the other boy squirm to get loose, he clutched his thin hips, pressing them hard against the door. He could feel nails digging into his shoulder, which only served to arouse him more.

“Malfoy…” Harry moaned against his will. He couldn’t let this happen…mustn’t. Malfoy didn’t care about him. He was just using him for his own twisted purpose. But it felt so good. “Malfoy… stop…” he begged, resolute wavering under the immense pleasure.

“Mmm… What was that?” Draco murmured, tongue caressing the underside of his member.

“I…” A sharp intake of air. Harry couldn’t think anymore, didn’t want to. He wanted to give in to the sensations that were oozing through him, melt into the intimate kiss, and give in to his body’s aching needs. Of course, that would mean giving himself to his enemy and allowing himself to be used for Malfoy’s self gratification. And even though Harry was strongly against this notion, his body was making the decision for him. His fingers seemed to act of their own volition as they weaved themselves into the blonde’s silky mane, tugging at it gently. “Don’t stop…” he heard himself say, voice husky and filled with want. This pleased Malfoy, who swirled his tongue around Potter’s tip and once again enveloped his hard flesh within his own wet orifice. Harry’s cries of gratification grew louder and more frantic as Draco sucked harder and faster, until…Harry burst and a surge of blissful pleasure overtook him, seed spilling out in short spurts only to be swallowed greedily by the boy that knelt before him.

Harry’s mind was lost in the aftermath, and for a few moments, swam in a euphoria before slowly climbing back down. He was vaguely aware of the light tinkle of a belt being unbuckled and the dull thud when it hit the ground. But he was almost too aware of the lubrication spell being uttered and urgent tugging to coax him onto the floor. Harry sobered faster than Peeves at the sight of the Bloody Ba his his panic returning two-fold as he realized what was expected to come next.

“No!” he shouted, wrenching free of the other’s grasp.

“No?” Draco repeated dumbly. “What do you mean, no?”

Harry jerked his pants back on and glared at him. “No! As in, I will not allow you to screw me blind, as you so kindly put it. I refuse to be used like some sort of… of…”

“Fuck toy?” Malfoy offered. Harry didn’t answer. “You didn’t seem to complain when my tongue was wrapped around your wanker. So excuse me if I don‘t sympathize. I made you come, Potter. The least you can do is return the favor.”

“You call that a favor!?” he said, indignant. “I never asked you to blow me, Malfoy!”

“No, but you bloody well enjoyed it!”

At that, Harry fell silent and watched a triumphant smile emerge on the blonde’s lips. Draco tilted his head, his lips grazing Harry’s earlobe as he whispered. “You want me, Potter.”

Harry went rigid. Malfoy was so close, he could feel his moist breath tickle the skin in the hollow of his ear. He could feel the baby soft skin against his cheek. He was beginning to get aroused once more. But instead of giving in like he had before, he stiffened against the touch. It made him angry that he could barely control the emotions and the hormones that were springing forth. And he wasn’t about to let himself get caught up in it again.

“No,” he said, more confidently this time. “No, I don’t. Get out.” Again, Malfoy did as if he didn’t hear him and only drew closer. But Harry was determined to stop this, and with ruthless force, shoved him away. “I SAID GET OUT!” The look he saw on Malfoy’s face just then was one that he had never seen. Wide-eyed and a bit taken aback, he looked disappointed, almost upset. The look bothered Harry so much that a bit of his anger left him and he turned his gaze to the dusty floor.

“Fine.” He heard Malfoy grumble, and with a dull crack he was gone.

 
 
 
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