The Story

I don’t own any of the Harry Potter characters or other stuff. The lyrics and song belong to 30 Seconds to Mars. I also want to point out that I have never read any of the books, so everything is based on the movies. Sorry! No hurting the author! Anyway, on with the story.

“My intentions never change
What I want it stays the same
And I know what I should do
It's time to set myself on fire
Was it a dream?”
Was It A Dream? by 30 Seconds to Mars


Chapter 5
Room With a View

It had been three weeks since Draco met Krum and accomplished the ridiculous “mission” on which his father had sent him. His relations with Krum became more and more frequent. Three or four times a night every other day, to be exact. One particular night he counted seven times because Viktor had been away for a few days, not mentioning the stress and frustration. The handprint bruises were becoming a permanent fixture on Draco’s slender hips. But he didn’t care. It was comforting in a way. More than that, it kept the now-constant nightmares away. The less he slept, the better.

Each time it was the same. Draco would be just about to kill Harry when the world would spin and Harry gained total control. And each time, Harry took Draco. The one thing that did change was the way Draco was violated. The blonde teen was unsure as to whether that was a good thing or not. Some times were much, much worse than others.

Draco was in his room. He lay there on his bed and stared at the ceiling, the music that was playing relaxing him. For this he blamed his mother. Ever since he was a baby Narcissa would sing to him to stop his crying. That had stopped around the same time she stopped spending time with Draco altogether, when he was nine. He knew she still loved him. He saw it in her eyes the few times he did see her. Draco could vividly remember the letter his mother had had Dobby deliver to him.

My dearest Draco,

I want you to know that I love you with all of my soul, which is why it kills me to tell you this and why I cannot say it in person. I want you to stay away from me. I cannot allow your father to hurt you because of me. I can’t bear to see you hurt. Please understand.

I love you more than life itself.

Mom

He had cried for hours, not seeing how she could do such a thing to him. It had taken him nearly two months to accept that he would rarely see his mother. She had even stopped eating dinner with them. Well, with him. Lucius rarely ate dinner in the dining hall. Draco had become accustomed to dining alone. Now that he thought about it, he did almost everything alone. He did have Dobby. He snorted. HAD. He’s gone, thanks to Potter.

He thought back to when he had found out. He’d heard it from one of the other house-elves a few months after it happened. He had been quite fond of the scrawny little elf. Narcissa had told Draco to try being kind to Dobby rather than cruel like his father allowed him to be. After that, Dobby had been something of a friend. Of course, Draco never let his father know. He wasn’t that naïve.

Draco noticed the silence that had fallen in the room. He got up and was going to change the music when he heard a tapping on his window. He walked over and peered out, not seeing anything. Slowly he opened it and glanced around. A large shadow swooped through, nearly knocking him over. Draco turned to see the intruder. Perched on the back of his desk chair sat a large black and brown hawk.

The massive creature squawked and lifted its leg, showing him the rolled piece of parchment that was tied to it. Draco just stood there staring at the letter. The hawk squawked louder this time, startling Draco into moving forward cautiously and holding his hand out in front of the large bird. The hawk leaned forward and sniffed the blonde’s hand for a moment and nipped a pale finger. Draco jumped slightly and pulled his hand back to inspect the damage.

“Bloody chicken,” he said, glaring at the hawk. “Are you going to give me the letter or not?” The hawk seemed to contemplate his question before sticking the large, taloned foot out toward Draco. He reached forward and gently untied the string holding the letter, trying not to aggravate the hawk. Finally he freed the letter and quickly let go of the bird. He opened the letter and read the masculine handwriting within.

Draco,

As you may have heard, Tuesday is the last day of the season so I want you to meet me this Wednesday. I hope Ivan was no trouble. He can be sometimes mean.

Viktor

Draco looked over at the large hawk. “So your name’s Ivan?” he asked, watching as the bird squawked in agreement before craning his neck and picking through his feathers. The blonde walked over to the window and moved the curtain aside, waiting for Ivan to leave. The bird looked at him as if he had an extra nose.

“Aren’t you going to leave?” Draco asked the hawk, who merely made himself comfortable on the back of the chair. Draco looked at the hawk and sighed.

“Fine. I guess you can stay for a little while. I’ll leave the window open so you can leave when you want,” he stated as he headed back to his bed. He fell on the bed, suddenly feeling very tired. He decided to go to sleep, considering he had nothing better to do. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before the familiar pull of sleep claimed him.


Draco stood in the large room, his eyes taking in the decorations. Everywhere he looked banners of the deep green of Slytherin and the crimson of Gryffindor clashed horribly. Whoever decorated this room should be shot in the head with rubber bullets and put out of everyone’s misery. The blonde snorted at the mental image he got. He could imagine the Weasel’s face as rubber bullets bounced off his flaming head.

Draco felt fingers of ice trail down his spine, scorching his moon-pale skin with the intense cold. His heart felt as if it had slowed down and sped up at the same time, leaving a part of him concerned about his cardiac health. Suddenly it hit him: those eyes that pierced his body as if it were wet ricepaper. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Draco began to speak, trying desperately to keep the apprehension out of his voice.

“Are you the sorry git that decorated?” he asked the shrouded figure behind him, his voice surprising him with its stability.

“And if I am?” the voice asked thickly, the lust in it evident. Draco’s breath caught in his throat as the hot breath of the man behind him blew across the sensitive spot just behind his ear. His heart skipped like a smooth stone skittering across a placid lake, once again making him question his health. Seriously, this can NOT be healthy. He felt the warmth from the figure caress his back as the man stepped closer, their bodies mere centimeters away from one another. Somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice screamed at Draco. The voice of the man behind him sounded extremely familiar and caused his stomach to clench.

Why do I know that voice? The blonde squeaked as a pair of hands drew invisible circles on his hips, the fingers swirling around the jutting bones there. Even the touch felt familiar, which shocked Draco the most. He felt his knees buckle and he leaned back against the figure behind him, pressing himself flush against the warmth of the man’s body. He’s really warm, Draco thought, a comfortable heat enveloping him. Immediately the blonde cursed his treacherous body. Traitor!

*Fuck yeah!* Draco groaned as the ever-annoying, ever-present inner voice spoke up. He heard the figure chuckle and realized he had groaned aloud, causing an answering deep rumble from the chest against his back. Draco nearly lost consciousness when a moist, hot tongue caressed the delicate, over-sensitized spot just behind his ear. At that moment the last thread of sensibility left in him snapped and he melted into the sensation, loving the purely euphoric feeling. The hands that had been circling the pale, narrow hips slithered their way across the smooth plain of Draco’s stomach and down his trousers, grasping the boy’s length. Draco jerked forward as the warm hand began to stroke him slowly . It wasn’t long before the blonde was twisting and moaning in the man’s arms.

“I want you,” the voice said, tickling Draco’s ear and cheek and pushing him further over the edge. The figure nipped on the slender throat. “All of you.”

Out of nowhere, a large four-poster bed appeared before Draco, the sheets and curtains matching the atrocious decorations throughout the room. He felt himself being pushed towards the plush bed by the man behind him. When it was merely inches away, Draco asked the question that had been bouncing around his brain since he got there.

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am,” the man said as he began to lower the two of them onto the bed. Before they hit the mattress, Draco swivelled and faced the man. Right there in his face was a black porcelain mask that covered the man’s eyes and nose. Draco raised his hand to remove the mask, but the man was quicker and grabbed the thin wrist.

“Not yet,” he said teasingly, and he lowered the blonde onto the bed, this time without interruption. He kissed the inside of the boy’s wrist, the strong pulse quickening beneath his lips. Draco was at a loss for what to do, not that it would have done him any good. The figure was determined and was not going to give up easily.

He began to place kisses on Draco’s long, elegant throat, enjoying the moans and gasps he elicited. Draco arched his back when the man kissed a particularly sensitive spot neat his collarbone and unintentionally rubbed his hip against the man’s length. The man groaned in the back of his throat, the sound making Draco’s bones rattle. Draco was blinded by the sparks of light behind the mysterious eyes.

“Curious, are we?” the man laughed. Draco opened his eyes and gave the man an odd look. Glancing down, he saw that his mischievous hands had acted on their own and had already begun taking off the man’s pants. Draco blinked and looked back up at the man, who grinned ferally. He went back to work on Draco’s neck, watching as the storm-grey eyes slid closed once more.

It was bliss. Draco heard the man mumble something before he felt the man’s tongue trace a glistening path over his left collarbone and back up to the spot behind Draco’s ear. It’s freezing in here, the blonde thought, holding back a shiver. Then the world shifted and Draco’s vision swam as he felt the other’s skin against his own. Oh.... He let out a loud moan, which was silenced by the man on top of him.

The strong hands began to wander once more, caressing the alabaster skin softly. Further and further down they drifted, stopping on the firm ass, tracing Draco’s cleft with his middle finger. Draco’s head fell back at the touch, the muscle in his neck visible. The man adored the teen with his eyes and began to stretch Draco’s entrance. Draco writhed, trying to get rid of the feeling, odd at first, of the digits inside him. Soon the man removed his fingers and, wasting no time, penetrated the blonde.

Both lay still for a moment, adjusting to the feeling. Then the man began to move, creating a smooth rhythm. His hand was wrapped firmly around Draco’s length, pumping in sync with his own thrusts. Draco’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. He felt the climax build in his stomach as they rocked together. His hands once again reached for the mask, landing uninterrupted on either side of it. Slowly Draco lifted the mask and stared into the face inches from his own.

“Potter?” he exclaimed, somewhat shocked by the fact that he was fucking Harry Bloody Potter...willingly. *On the contrary. It seems Potter is the one doing the fucking.*

“I thought we’d be on a first-name basis by now, Draco.” The blonde gasped as Harry brushed the spot within him, causing his back to arch. Draco tried to speak but couldn’t, his words coming out in moans. Just as he reached his peak Harry spoke, his breath hot on Draco’s ear, pushing Draco over the edge and into ecstasy.

“Just let go.” Harry grabbed the pale skin of Draco’s shoulder between his teeth and bit down, bruising the flesh, as he came inside Draco.

“Harry,” Draco moaned, the world around him fading.


So what d’ya think? Was it really corny? I tried to avoid that. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review!