Our Wasted Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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1,448
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3
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Bittersweet Release
Chapter 5: Bittersweet Release
When one finally gets what one wants it can be both sweet and bitter. It sometimes is not as you expected but wonderful all the same. Then when it’s over you find yourself not as better off as you had thought you would be. For you may lose the very thing you thought you were going to gain.
Draco walked through the corridor and stopped outside a door on the second floor. He stood there for a few minutes trying to take in what was about to happen. Unless Harry called it off, which he doubted.
He decided he might as well go in. So, with one final deep breath he put his hand on the doorknob and pushed open the door. He couldn’t see Harry from the doorway. Draco stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
He looked at Harry from across the room. He looked dark and sexy. Draco couldn’t take his eyes away from him. His hair was hanging in front of his eyes and he was staring straight at him.
“Hi,” Draco said, feeling awkward just standing there. Now that he was here and he knew what was probably going to happen he was feeling nervous. He didn’t like it. He was normally the confident one. But this was with Harry and it was what he’d always wanted. So being nervous was expected.
“I didn’t think you’d show up. Seeing as how your lover just killed himself over you. It was because of that little row I saw you having, wasn’t it? He killed himself because you called out my name while you were fucking.”
“No, he killed himself because I didn’t love him.”
“Well, that too,” Harry said coolly. “Aren’t you upset over that?”
“Not really. He was stupid enough to fall in love when he knew I would never love him,” Draco said coldly. “And then he went and killed himself over it. It was pure idiocy. Why should I feel bad over that?”
“I suppose you shouldn’t, Malfoy. It’s not like you to show compassion anyway.”
Draco looked at Harry with a confused glare. Did they come here to fuck or to insult each other? He wasn’t sure what Harry wanted at the moment and so he asked if it bothered him that Blaise was dead and they were still going to do this.
“It doesn’t bother me. I didn’t even know him,” Harry answered looking right into Draco’s eyes.
This unnerved him for some reason and he had to look away. He stared out a window into the dark sky and wondered when they would be getting to it. He definitely wasn’t in a hurry, but he hated just standing here and waiting. Should he make the first move or wait for Harry?
Before Draco realized it Harry was standing in front of him, so close that he could barely move without touching him. Harry pulled him against him roughly. He smashed his mouth painfully against Draco’s and nipped at his lip, drawing blood. He could taste it in his mouth.
Draco was shocked at how forceful Harry was being, how rough he was. He made a low moan of half pleasure and pain in the back of his throat as Harry shoved him onto the floor and thrust his tongue into his mouth.
Harry pulled back at the sound and whispered roughly, “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To have me fuck you as I please? Right, Malfoy? You aren’t going to complain now?”
Draco shook his head and noticed the complete coldness in Harry’s eyes. It was somewhat frightening to see. So he closed his eyes and grinned at the feel of Harry’s hands rushing to undress him. This was what he wanted, and he would savor every moment of it.
Harry, finally having grown tired of unbuttoning, tore open the rest of Draco’s garments and threw them away from the blonde’s body. Draco felt a rush of cold wash over him at the loss of his clothing. He felt the most vulnerable he’d ever felt in his life, lying there beneath Harry completely naked, with Harry fully dressed.
Harry didn’t look at Draco’s face as he disrobed and then lowered himself onto the other boy. He once again kissed Draco roughly. Harry stopped kissing him long enough to sit up and pull Draco to him again. He forced Draco’s head down towards his lap and then lay down on the floor, waiting.
He knew what Harry wanted and so he lowered his head to Harry’s cock and slowly sucked in his hard penis. He began to work his way up and down slowly swirling his tongue with slight pressure every now and then.
Harry allowed this for a few minutes and then moved his hand to the back of Draco’s head to make him take in more of his dick. Draco gagged as it went all the way to the back of his throat.
“I thought you were a master at this? Thought you could deep throat,” Harry laughed.
“I can,” he smirked and took his cock back into his mouth.
“Did I say you could do that again? Just forget it,” Harry said coldly.
Draco pulled away from him and waited for what Harry wanted next. He didn’t care that Harry was acting so unfeeling he just wanted to please him and get as much pleasure as he could himself.
Harry looked over at the blond. He felt nothing for the way he was treating him. If it had been Ginny he wouldn’t have said anything at all, just fucked her somewhat gently. But Draco was different. He felt no remorse for treating him the way he was. He was going to take what he wanted and Draco would give it to him. He was tired of playing these games, of pretending to be something he wasn’t. He was tired of having to hold himself back.
He pushed Draco onto his stomach, with his face to the floor. Then he guided his cock to Draco’s ass and rested it between the cheeks.
“What about a lubricating spell?” Draco gasped out, thinking of the pain it would cause if they did not use the spell.
Harry muttered, but allowed the spell to be said between his clenched teeth after he had gotten his wand from his robes. After the spell was said he pushed brutally into Draco’s body, causing Draco to close his eyes in pain as his body stretched to fit around Harry’s cock.
It was like an animal had been set loose on him. Draco felt each thrust, for with each one he was pushed against the floor painfully over and over again. He liked it, but it hurt at the same time.
Harry drove into Draco; it seemed that each thrust was harder than the last. Harry felt as if all his anger and pain and everything he had been feeling since Sirius’s death and since he’d found out everything from Dumbledore was being sent from his body into Draco’s with each thrust of his hips. It felt so good that he didn’t even care if he was hurting the boy at all.
And he knew he was. It didn’t matter. This was what he’d always needed. Draco was the perfect fuck. He didn’t care at all for him and so he held nothing back.
He plunged himself deeper into Draco and inadvertently grazed his prostate. He yelled out in pleasure as Harry pulled himself out of the boy completely. He hadn’t come, but then again he never did. But this time he felt no sense of guilt or anything as he pushed himself away from Draco and dressed quickly.
“That was amazing.” Draco smiled at him.
“I don’t really care, Malfoy.”
“Harry, what is it that’s wrong with you? Don’t you know how much I...care for you?” he asked quietly, looking up at the thin boy from where he lay on the floor.
After shooting him a you-make-me-sick look, Harry just walked out of the room without a word. As he left he heard a soft sob coming from where the Slytherin lay. He didn’t even look back as he shut the door on Draco.
~Fin
When one finally gets what one wants it can be both sweet and bitter. It sometimes is not as you expected but wonderful all the same. Then when it’s over you find yourself not as better off as you had thought you would be. For you may lose the very thing you thought you were going to gain.
Draco walked through the corridor and stopped outside a door on the second floor. He stood there for a few minutes trying to take in what was about to happen. Unless Harry called it off, which he doubted.
He decided he might as well go in. So, with one final deep breath he put his hand on the doorknob and pushed open the door. He couldn’t see Harry from the doorway. Draco stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.
He looked at Harry from across the room. He looked dark and sexy. Draco couldn’t take his eyes away from him. His hair was hanging in front of his eyes and he was staring straight at him.
“Hi,” Draco said, feeling awkward just standing there. Now that he was here and he knew what was probably going to happen he was feeling nervous. He didn’t like it. He was normally the confident one. But this was with Harry and it was what he’d always wanted. So being nervous was expected.
“I didn’t think you’d show up. Seeing as how your lover just killed himself over you. It was because of that little row I saw you having, wasn’t it? He killed himself because you called out my name while you were fucking.”
“No, he killed himself because I didn’t love him.”
“Well, that too,” Harry said coolly. “Aren’t you upset over that?”
“Not really. He was stupid enough to fall in love when he knew I would never love him,” Draco said coldly. “And then he went and killed himself over it. It was pure idiocy. Why should I feel bad over that?”
“I suppose you shouldn’t, Malfoy. It’s not like you to show compassion anyway.”
Draco looked at Harry with a confused glare. Did they come here to fuck or to insult each other? He wasn’t sure what Harry wanted at the moment and so he asked if it bothered him that Blaise was dead and they were still going to do this.
“It doesn’t bother me. I didn’t even know him,” Harry answered looking right into Draco’s eyes.
This unnerved him for some reason and he had to look away. He stared out a window into the dark sky and wondered when they would be getting to it. He definitely wasn’t in a hurry, but he hated just standing here and waiting. Should he make the first move or wait for Harry?
Before Draco realized it Harry was standing in front of him, so close that he could barely move without touching him. Harry pulled him against him roughly. He smashed his mouth painfully against Draco’s and nipped at his lip, drawing blood. He could taste it in his mouth.
Draco was shocked at how forceful Harry was being, how rough he was. He made a low moan of half pleasure and pain in the back of his throat as Harry shoved him onto the floor and thrust his tongue into his mouth.
Harry pulled back at the sound and whispered roughly, “This is what you wanted isn’t it? To have me fuck you as I please? Right, Malfoy? You aren’t going to complain now?”
Draco shook his head and noticed the complete coldness in Harry’s eyes. It was somewhat frightening to see. So he closed his eyes and grinned at the feel of Harry’s hands rushing to undress him. This was what he wanted, and he would savor every moment of it.
Harry, finally having grown tired of unbuttoning, tore open the rest of Draco’s garments and threw them away from the blonde’s body. Draco felt a rush of cold wash over him at the loss of his clothing. He felt the most vulnerable he’d ever felt in his life, lying there beneath Harry completely naked, with Harry fully dressed.
Harry didn’t look at Draco’s face as he disrobed and then lowered himself onto the other boy. He once again kissed Draco roughly. Harry stopped kissing him long enough to sit up and pull Draco to him again. He forced Draco’s head down towards his lap and then lay down on the floor, waiting.
He knew what Harry wanted and so he lowered his head to Harry’s cock and slowly sucked in his hard penis. He began to work his way up and down slowly swirling his tongue with slight pressure every now and then.
Harry allowed this for a few minutes and then moved his hand to the back of Draco’s head to make him take in more of his dick. Draco gagged as it went all the way to the back of his throat.
“I thought you were a master at this? Thought you could deep throat,” Harry laughed.
“I can,” he smirked and took his cock back into his mouth.
“Did I say you could do that again? Just forget it,” Harry said coldly.
Draco pulled away from him and waited for what Harry wanted next. He didn’t care that Harry was acting so unfeeling he just wanted to please him and get as much pleasure as he could himself.
Harry looked over at the blond. He felt nothing for the way he was treating him. If it had been Ginny he wouldn’t have said anything at all, just fucked her somewhat gently. But Draco was different. He felt no remorse for treating him the way he was. He was going to take what he wanted and Draco would give it to him. He was tired of playing these games, of pretending to be something he wasn’t. He was tired of having to hold himself back.
He pushed Draco onto his stomach, with his face to the floor. Then he guided his cock to Draco’s ass and rested it between the cheeks.
“What about a lubricating spell?” Draco gasped out, thinking of the pain it would cause if they did not use the spell.
Harry muttered, but allowed the spell to be said between his clenched teeth after he had gotten his wand from his robes. After the spell was said he pushed brutally into Draco’s body, causing Draco to close his eyes in pain as his body stretched to fit around Harry’s cock.
It was like an animal had been set loose on him. Draco felt each thrust, for with each one he was pushed against the floor painfully over and over again. He liked it, but it hurt at the same time.
Harry drove into Draco; it seemed that each thrust was harder than the last. Harry felt as if all his anger and pain and everything he had been feeling since Sirius’s death and since he’d found out everything from Dumbledore was being sent from his body into Draco’s with each thrust of his hips. It felt so good that he didn’t even care if he was hurting the boy at all.
And he knew he was. It didn’t matter. This was what he’d always needed. Draco was the perfect fuck. He didn’t care at all for him and so he held nothing back.
He plunged himself deeper into Draco and inadvertently grazed his prostate. He yelled out in pleasure as Harry pulled himself out of the boy completely. He hadn’t come, but then again he never did. But this time he felt no sense of guilt or anything as he pushed himself away from Draco and dressed quickly.
“That was amazing.” Draco smiled at him.
“I don’t really care, Malfoy.”
“Harry, what is it that’s wrong with you? Don’t you know how much I...care for you?” he asked quietly, looking up at the thin boy from where he lay on the floor.
After shooting him a you-make-me-sick look, Harry just walked out of the room without a word. As he left he heard a soft sob coming from where the Slytherin lay. He didn’t even look back as he shut the door on Draco.
~Fin