Incurably Criminal

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When Harry finally told Ron about the deal he had struck with Draco, he wasn't happy to say the least. He spent many hours asking why Harry had done such a thing.

"Harry, why are you still sleeping with him?"

"Because he's hot, I remember you pointing that out the first day," Harry pointed out.

Ron scowled. "That was before I knew him," he muttered darkly.

"I don't think you really know him. He's hiding something; he doesn't show any emotion..." Harry trailed away thinking. Ron scoffed.

"He has no feelings," Ron said viciously. Harry rolled his eyes.

True, Draco never showed any emotion except to sneer or smirk. They never talked afterwards, which was the rule, so Harry never got any information out of him. He still talked to Blaise constantly, but Harry had deduced that he was only a close friend. He felt somehow relieved that Draco was not with Blaise.

"He's got to have feelings, Ron, it's just not possible not to," Harry said, picking at his lunch casually, not really interested in eating it. They didn't exactly have the best food at St. Brutus'.

"Hey!" a guard shouted and Harry looked up to see one of the fat guards running across the cafeteria, trying to catch a kid that was making a run for it. Harry rolled his eyes and exchanged a glance with Ron.

They both knew it was completely easy to sneak out. They did it all the time. It was always the first-timers who tried for the escape.

"But, Harry," Ron whined annoyingly. "You don't even talk! What do you do?"

"You really want to hear what we do?" Harry asked mischievously and Ron scoffed, rolling his eyes again.

"You know what I mean, and I know what you do," he muttered under his breath. Harry chuckled slightly and Ron shrugged.

"Well, that's what we do. We have no commitments. We're free to do as we choose," Harry paused as he saw a boy he knew walk by. He was tall and had dark brown hair. "And speaking of..." He trailed away as the boy walked past them.

Ron just rolled his eyes again, knowing it was no use to talk to him now that he had a victim in mind. He just waved his hand as a go signal for Harry. Harry grinned at him and jumped up from the lunch table, stalking the boy as he walked down the hall.

He followed the boy into an abandoned corridor in the school. Harry stopped, leaning against the wall and called out.

"Michael!"

The boy, Michael, stopped at his name and turned around slowly. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw Harry and smiled. He walked back to where Harry stood, scanning his body appreciatively.

"Harry, it's just you," Michael said, leaning against the wall as well and giving him a seductive smile. "I was afraid it might be Terry again." Michael shuddered and winked at Harry.

"Nope, just little old me," Harry said, pretending to be innocent but his eyes gave him away as they sparkled mischievously. Michael gave him a knowing smile and shifted his body closer.

"So, Harry," he said, raising a finger and running it lightly over his chest and looking up at him coyly. "You haven't been around much lately. You got a new boy toy I don't know about?"

"I don't suppose you could call him that," Harry drawled, shifting closer as well, his eyes flickering down Michael's body quickly before smirking at him.

"Then what would you call him?" Michael asked, sliding ever closer, his finger becoming his hand and rubbing over Harry's chest and up to his neck. Harry paused, looking thoughtful as Michael's hand slid up into his dark hair, twining around the dark, messy locks.

"What I call him is my own business," Harry whispered as Michael moved closer. Michael nodded absently, his face mere inches from Harry's. His hand massaged the back of Harry's head and Harry closed his eyes momentarily, enjoying the sensation.

He felt Michael lean in and kiss his lower lip lightly. He then kissed the corner of his mouth and then his lips softly. Harry returned the kiss half-heartedly. They kissed for a few moments until Michael dropped to his knees, undoing the zipper on Harry's jeans and pulling out his semi-hard member.

Michael wrapped a warm hand around the anatomy and began to pump slowly, bringing Harry up to fully erect. Harry let out a soft moan as Michael worked diligently. He leaned back against the wall and slid his hands down into Michael's dark hair.

He closed his eyes and sighed as Michael went to work on his hard cock, licking and sucking the hard member. Images flashed through Harry's mind as pleasure surged through his body. As he felt a hot tongue running over his cock, his thoughts drifted to Draco.

He could see the blond on his knees between his legs in just the same position as Michael was at this moment. In his mind's eye, Michael's hair turned to a platinum blond and became silky soft. He moaned soflty as Michael's tongue ran over his cock, licking and sucking diligently.

Harry's thoughts remained on Draco as Michael continued his work. Draco still fucked everyone he wanted, not caring what Harry thought. Harry felt a tiny twinge of sadness when he would see him sneaking off with a random guy. He knew he shouldn't feel this way but couldn't stop the twist in his gut, perhaps a mixture of anger and jealousy. He tried to get over it by sleeping with other people as well, but it didn't really help.

Harry opened his eyes and saw Michael still bobbing over his erection, his tongue lashing at it, sucking with near-reverence. Harry closed his eyes again, imagining Draco was the one sucking his cock. With that thought, he came suddenly, crying out as he shot down Michael's throat. Michael swallowed easily and stood back up, coming face-to-face with Harry who was panting slightly and still leaning against the wall.

Michael ran a hand over Harry's cheek and gave him a small smile. He kissed him lightly before walking away. He was smirking to himself as he rounded the corner. He had heard Harry's cry when he had cum but he wasn't about to tell him it had been Draco's name.

Behind him, Harry sighed and pushed himself off the wall, pulling up his jeans. It just wasn't the same. Harry knew he ought not to be even thinking about this but he couldn't help it.

It had been about a month since their agreement and everything was going well. Draco would fuck Harry every so often, and Harry would enjoy every minute of it, until it was over. He wished that just once he could kiss him, but Draco stuck like glue to his rules.

Word around the school was that he didn't kiss anyone he fucked, and he was always top. Harry smiled to himself, knowing that he'd topped Draco, but no one was to know. Draco would flay him alive if that ever got out.

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Christmas was coming and everyone was preparing to go home. Harry never went home since his relations hated him, especially since the fire. He just sat around, watching as everyone packed to go home.

Draco prepared to go home, looking forward to a few weeks without having to look at his dismal room and classes. The night before he was set to go home, he received a letter. He took it into his room and opened it, shaking it open.


Draco,

I'm sorry, but your mother and I will not make it home for the holidays, business in France has just increased ten-fold. We must spend our time over there. Please enjoy the holidays at home, I'm sure Lucy will make it enjoyable.

Father


No "I love you" and he got to spend the holidays with the maid, granted she was more like a parent anyway, but that didn't make it any better. Draco growled and crushed the letter in his fist. He sat fuming on his bed for a long time.

'I hate my parents!' he thought. 'Someday they'll realize their mistakes. What can I do to get their attention...?'

Draco sighed eventually, knowing that nothing he would do would be good enough for their attention. After many years of desperately seeking their love and affection, Draco had come to the conclusion that it would never happen. That still didn't make up for them not being able to come home at Christmas to see their only child. Surely business wasn't that important.

Draco sat fuming for quite some time. He hated that they didn't seem to care about him. He had tried for years to get their attention but to no avail. They were simply too busy with their lives to give him any attention.

After about an hour, he had calmed down mostly. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to work out what could possibly prevent them from coming home... again. They did this often. Draco could barely remember a Christmas when they had come home.

He looked up as the door swung open and Harry came in. He gave Draco a fleeting glance before walking over to his dresser. Draco sat up on his bed, thinking. He was still a little angry about the whole situation.

Harry was standing at his dresser when he felt a hand slip under his shirt and a warm body close behind him. Suddenly, he was pulled backwards and flush against Draco's body. Harry realized who it was and relaxed. Draco leaned in and kissed his neck softly, nipping at the skin a little more forcefully than was probably necessary.

Draco pulled Harry away from the dresser and pushed him onto the bed. He climbed on top of him, languidly kissing Harry's neck and jaw. Harry moaned as Draco's hot tongue ran over his throat, followed by his scraping teeth that sent electric jolts and blood rushing to his cock.

"What are you--?" Harry asked but Draco cut him off.

"Shut up," he growled, attacking Harry's neck. Harry gasped as Draco bit down on his shoulder, almost enough to draw blood but not quite. It hurt but instead of Harry voicing his pain, he moaned for more. His cock was nearly throbbing by this point as Draco continued his assault.

Draco's hand skimmed down his body, coming to the waist of his jeans. He ran his hands around the edges, teasing him before deciding he was sick of foreplay. He practically ripped off the offending article along with his own. Draco ground his rock hard cock against him, causing him to arch into him with a loud moan. Draco ran his hands under Harry's shirt, his fingers catching the hardened nipples as they did so. Harry gasped in surprise as they skimmed over them.

Draco pushed up his shirt forcefully, tearing it off his head and throwing it to the side.

"Oh, Draco," Harry groaned. Draco kissed Harry's chest and nipped his skin. His tongue traced patterns on Harry's stomachs, over his taut muscles. He bit down again, wanting to cause pain at the moment. He flicked his tongue over the small wound, not deep enough to draw blood but definitely enough to leave a bruise.

Harry gave a startled cry when Draco bit down. His muddled mind barely wondered why he was being so rough that day. With a last nip, Draco moved up once more, leaning over and grabbing a condom and lube from the nightstand. He spread liberal amounts over his fingers and cock. He slicked up his cock, closing his eyes as he rubbed his member lightly, just enough to increase his pleasure. Finally, he pushed in a finger and Harry gasped, he put in another and Harry arched in pleasure.

He removed the fingers and positioned the head of his aching cock at Harry's entrance. He then pushed roughly inside, unforgiving, taking out his frustrations. Harry's breath caught as heat seared through his body. Draco was moving harsher than ever, thrusting in fast and hard.

"Oh, fuck!" Harry gasped as Draco thrust into him. Harry was panting from the force of the thrusts, Draco slamming ruthlessly into his tight body. Both of their bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat as they moved in unison. Draco moved faster and faster, bringing Harry to climax through his long, forceful thrusts. He was unforgiving in his movements, and Harry groaned as he picked up the pace even more.

"God! Please!" he pleaded. He had never experienced this intense of sex with Draco. He seemed determined to be as ruthless as possible, slamming hard into Harry's body, barely hearing his cries of pain or pleasure. Draco pushed in harder, and, seconds later, Harry came forcefully. His vision erupted in a fountain of white stars that seared across his eyelids as he threw his head back, crying out in complete ecstasy.

Draco came just behind him, exploding his seed into Harry's body as his muscles clamped down in his pulsing cock. Unable to hold back any longer, he let loose a stream of cum, his body lurching forward, thrusting one last time into Harry. Finally, his body literally collapsed and he fell onto the bed next to Harry, having used up all his energy.

He said nothing to Harry as they lay side by side. After a few minutes, Draco dragged himself up and off the bed with great difficulty. He made for the bathroom to take a shower. If he'd been facing Harry, Harry might have seen the beginnings of tears in Draco's silver eyes. Unfortunately, Harry was not paying attention; he only rolled his eyes at Draco's actions.

Harry pushed himself into a sitting position, listening as the water turned on in the bathroom. He sighed and looked down. He then noticed a crumpled piece of paper of the floor, picked it up, unfolded it, and read.


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