Black Eden

(This is going to be written a bit different from now on, I think. I\'ve been skipping around from scene to scene before, but this is just plain madness. Sorry if you don\'t like, but I\'ve had too much on my mind for sane writing...oh, and it will be having darker-ness at one point...and is turning AU...Sirius makes an appearance, though not as you may think...)

Harry awoke to soft blackness and brought his arms lazily above his head as he stretched. Then reality crashed down upon him. Malfoy, no, Draco didn\'t want to hurt him. And he was his mate? Harry realized he was in an unknown room. A very nice, lovely room but still unknown to him. But here he was, tangled up in his robes alone. Suddenly he felt hollowed, like someone had scraped out his insides and pasted his skin back together. It was a most unpleasant feeling.

Letting out an anguished, slightly muffled cry into the pillow he was clutching, Harry longed for something - he did not know what. Nor why. His body twisted in pain that was not quite pain, it was like his soul was being ripped from him. Stumblingly he walked to the door mindlessly, heedless of whether or not he walked into the door frame or not. Or whether he walked into it a few times. But he made it out of the door, walking blindly and wincing with every step. Something inside of himself was pulling him bodily - albeit in immense torture - to something that needed him.

No people were in the halls, and if they had been Harry would not have noticed. Pain, pure agony, filled him and drove him to the dungeons - were they dungeons? Harry could not tell - to find that something. Something driving him slowly mad with each step, with each thud of his heart that he was sure was going to break free from his chest at any moment and run on legs it had sprouted at some point. The question of any known sanity was moot - there was none to speak of.

And there stood a blond figure looking wildly around right in front of Harry. The angelic looking Draco noticed Harry after a few moments of silence interspersed with Flinging himself at Harry, Draco started whispering mindless things into Harry\'s ear.

\"I\'m sorry. So sorry. Didn\'t mean it. No, no. Meant it not.\" Stifling the blond\'s words with his lips, Harry decided in that moment that maybe - just maybe, he could learn to love the stupid git.

\"Malf - er - Drac - er ...?\" Both boys were a bit more composed, Draco not feeling like a wild animal caged in, and Harry not feeling like he would walk through walls if he had to. The silence ensued, not entirely uncomfortable, but still strange seeing as how days before they hadn\'t been able to see each other without throwing hexes around and scuffling.

\"Come on, Harry.\"

And with those words, Draco held out a hand to Harry, almost identically to the way he did in their first year.

Only this time, Harry knew who he could trust and that he could chose the right type of friends.

Harry held out his hand and traced out


***


Later, in the curtained and silence-charm enforced bed of one Harry Potter.

\"Why are we - oh Gods - in this -ohhhhh yes - situation again, Potter?\"

\"Mmmmmphhhhhoo.\"

\"Did no one teach you - POTTER! WATCH THE TEETH! - manners? Don\'t speak with your mmm-mouth filled.\"

\"Mm.\"

\"Shut up and suck me.\" ... \"Potter. If your mouth isn\'t back on my cock in FIVE SECONDS, there will be hell to pay.\"

\"I don\'t take nice to orders, you prick.\"

\"Oh, I\'ll show you prick!\"

\"HEY! Watch the - ooooh do that again! - arse. It doesn\'t like to be slammed upon cold floors, y\'know.\"

\"Oh, I\'m watching the arse...such a nice arse it is, really. Begging for me.\"

\"Me? My arse? Begging?\"

\"You will be begging. For my COCK. Potter. On your knees, now!\"

\"I don\'t DO submissive.\"

\"Yes, you do. On your knees!\"

\"No - OUCH! FUCK! Why\'d you slap me?\"

\"You liked it.\"

\"SO?!\"

\"Shut up and get on your knees.\"

\"Fine. Just don\'t sla - HEY! No slapping! ... Now what?\"

\"Make me cum.\"

\"Well, duh.\"

\"Then use my cum as lube, fucking yourself on your fingers, preparing yourself for me. Hah. You are a submissive little slut, aren\'t you, Potter?\"

\"No.\"

\"Was that a moan I heard? Maybe I should shut you up with something ... Aha! Open wide.\"

\"No! Nonono. Not my tie. Your tie, yes. Not mine. I borrowed it from Seamus, that\'s just - no.\"

\"Want to borrow my tie, hmm? Now open up.\"

\"Gnnnfga!\"

\"Mmm, yes. I could definitely get used to you like this, Potter. Maybe we should show Snape, as ths seems to be the only effective way to keep you quiet!\"

\"GNNNFGA!!\"

\"Oh fine, you party pooper. Now, how would you like to make me cum? Sucking me off is out of the question. Hmm. Sit up a bit. We\'re going to have a conversation about our relationship now, I think.\"

\"NHAA!\"

\"Yes. You think about me when you wank. Well, yeah. Why wouldn\'t you? Aaanyway...you\'re going to wank. I\'m going to wank while watching you wank. Then we\'ll go along with the rest of the plan. Sound alright. I\'ll take that as an affirmative, Potter. It\'s not everyday I get to see the famous Boy Who Lived choking on my tie, and BEGGING to be fucked by me. I know, you can\'t speak. Duh. But I can hear your thoughts, you idiot. Shut your thought stream off! I\'m going to ravish you as you\'ve never been ravished before.\"

\"Hmaaaa.\"

\"Yes, it is a good thing I\'m sated. Wouldn\'t want me to bite places that\'d rather not be bitten, eh?\"

\"GAH!\"

\"Heh. If I want an Essence from your cock, it\'s not going to be blood. Unless you have done something horrible, like cheated on me, then we\'ll see what these fangs are capable of. Bite you? Where?... Here?\"

\"MmmAAAH!\"

\"Yep. Good things, these fangs.\"


***


It was useless to say that that night they indeed had their conversation about their relationship. Harry had been far too gone to even think coherently. It was a bright Sunday morning when the green eyed Gryffindor awoke to the light streaming in from the window, spearing slants of light across the two pale bodies in the twisted crimson sheets.

Various marks and substances marred the perfect creamy flesh. Puncture wounds, mostly centering around Harry\'s navel and right thigh, made the recipient of the bloody kisses shiver when his thighs brushed together as he stretched, careful not to awaken the sleeping angel next to him.

Beautiful blond hair, more white than anything, was spread across the crimson colored pillowcase. Harry\'s own black hair mixed in with the blond as he flipped the blond over so Draco was effectively being used as a naked blanket for Harry. Still in the disoriented haze of sleep, Draco did not protest as his thighs were brought on either side of the body beneath him and his arms were fanned out and something tied them together north of his head. When he felt something very firm against his bum, the final layers of sleep wore off and he was found on top of none other than his mate and new lover, Harry Potter.

Tied to a bed. While it would seem that Draco had all the control, it was not so. Harry\'s hands were firmly places upon his hips, holding him down. He moaned in distress. He didn\'t do submissive well. Being a Malfoy, he was expected to always be in control of whatever situation he was in.

\"No morning sex, Harry. We both need showers. And I think you killed my cock!\" Draco complained loudly into Harry\'s ear, hot breath against the lobe, making Harry shiver.

\"I did no such thing,\" Harry replied, easily and reluctantly untying the wrists above his head. Startled when one of them came down upon his stomach in a sharp slap. His erection, still present and pressing against the Slytherin\'s bum, twitched. He looked up amazedly at the determined face of his mate. His love.

\"You will learn your place. Now, I\'ve heard things, but I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, because you\'re you. Is it true, Harry? Are the Gryffindor rooms as tacky as I\'ve heard? Please, my heart cannot take it if you\'ve been living in a horridly decorated GRYFFINDORISH room!\" Draco smirked down at Harry, and licked a bit of dried blood off of Harry\'s bared nipple.

\"You saw it, didn\'t you?\" Harry bucked up into the touches.

\"No ... I was a wee bit distracted, if you don\'t remember,\" Draco snickered into Harry\'s shoulder. \"Now how the hell do I get out of here? There. Are. Gryffindors. EVERYWHERE!\"

Harry reached a bare arm out of the curtains and dug through his trunk. Bringing his arm back in and holding up his invisibility cloak triumphantly, Draco snatched it away and proceeded to put it over his head, then pull it back off, then back over his head. It was disconcerting seeing Draco Malfoy\'s head reappear and disappear.

\"Erg. Get off me. I guess I\'ll go toss off in the shower, now that you\'ve decided to leave me,\" Harry mock pouted. The truth was that he thought it might be good if he had some alone time, just to himself, where he could think about everything.

\"Harry.\" The tone of Draco\'s voice was unbelieving. \"You DO know what day it is, right?\"

Harry shook his head, no.

\"Dumb ass. Quidditch match! Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. Probably in a few hours.\"

\"OH! Shit. And of course you make it so I can\'t sit properly on a broom stick! I bet you planned this, you evil minded whatsit!\" Draco only arched an eyebrow and proceeded to steal a tie from Harry\'s trunk after making sure no one was out of their beds yet or able to see Draco.

\"I thought you borrowed a tie from that Irish one?\" Harry was also stealing some things of Draco\'s. But Draco did not know this at the moment. Oh, sure, he was aware that the Harry Potter was his mate. But, that obviously didn\'t mean he loved him, right?

And Draco\'s heart wasn\'t the only thing he was stealing unawares of the blond; the green and silver tie found its way into Harry\'s dirty laundry to be washed with his uniforms.

\"I did. Dobby put my new ties in there this morning, I think. Or late last night.\"

\"New ties?\" the blond gave up on trying to find his own clothes. \"Give me clothes, now.\"

Harry dug around in his trunk for two pair of slacks and shirts, as well as the other necessities that were part of a Hogwarts uniform. As he pulled back into the curtains, Draco looked disgusted.

\"You look good in red,\" Harry offered, as he folded his clothes up and put on a pair of pajama pants to make his way to the bathroom.

\"Of course I do,\" Draco sneered, \"I look good in anything.\" He thought a moment. \"Except yellow. I looked horrible in yellow.\" Harry snorted and Draco light heartedly punched him. \"Give me the cloak thingy and I\'ll be back when you least expect it! So expect it!\"

\"You sound like a cheap muggle movie,\" Harry commented, climbing out the bed and ushering the scarlet and gold clad Draco out of the bed. \"Now this, is beautiful. I think I might cry. Where\'s a Creevey when you need one?\" Dennis had followed in his brothers, Colin\'s, footsteps and was now an avid photographer of all things Harry Potter.

\"Shut up, before I stick this tie in your mouth!\" Draco whispered as he disappeared beneath the cloak. Harry felt phantom lips brush his, then the swirl of fabric against his legs. The portrait door opened and closed by itself.

With his clothes in tow, Harry made his way to a shower.




Me notes!

-- next chapter there will be cheating in Quidditch by a certain sneaky Slytherin we all love.
-- Sirius will make appearances, as mentioned above
-- there will be violence...probably child abuse as well, I haven\'t yet decided how it will all play out
-- I will try to update ASAP with new chapters, but the world is working against me.
-- Ryu won\'t be playing a role anymore. there\'ll be a bit more of him in Explanations Take Place (pt2)

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