Bad Faith

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Harry moaned, waking to the feel of a hot mouth on his cock, eagerly working him to orgasm, as purrs emanated from the occupied teen. “Gods, Draco.” He groaned, burying his hands in the silky hair and sighing.



Draco looked up at him, his eyes darkened with arousal, and pulled his mouth away from Harry’s cock. He laid three fingers against Harry’s lips, arching a brow in expectation.



Harry moaned loudly, drawing them into his mouth and wetting them.



Draco hissed in a breath, a flush appearing on his cheeks. He gulped, pulling his slicked fingers out and reaching behind himself to slide all three in at once, hissing in slight pain as he pulled out and pushed them in a few times. He pulled them out again and straddled Harry.



“Draco, you hardly even-CHRIST!” Harry shouted in shock as the blond impaled himself on Harry, moaning in pleasure and pain. He barely gave himself time to adjust before he began to move.



Harry cursed, trying to hold himself in check.



Draco looked down at him. His eyes seemed to say ‘I need this. Hurt me. Show me this is REAL.’



Harry’s breath caught at the look, and in order to keep the tears from spilling from his eyes, he grabbed Draco’s hips and slammed into the blond repeatedly, leaving marks and knowing the blond was going to be sore all day.



Harry didn’t understand the sudden need Draco had for violent sex, but it seemed to be helping him somehow. His head was thrown back, mouth open, back arched, as he moaned loudly, completely lost in the act.



Harry came with a shout, Draco reaching his peak a second later.



Draco collapsed on Harry’s chest, sighing. “Thank you, Harry. I... Want to be sure that you and I DID share at least one important experience, no matter what happens today.” He whispered.



“Why did you want to prove that with rough sex?” Harry asked, running his fingers through Draco’s hair.



“I... Wanted marks. Proof that you had claimed me. I wanted to feel it all day, no matter what happens.” He whispered.



Harry bit his lip as a tear escaped, and he held Draco tightly against his chest. “Draco, I SWEAR I’m going to protect you. I CAN’T lose you now. It would kill me. I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT!” He shouted.



Draco sobbed. “I love you, too.” He said quietly.



Harry held Draco as they both wept, feeling each other’s fears as their own, neither willing to let go yet, just in case it was the last time they were able to hold onto the only person they’d ever love.



Finally, Harry sighed sadly. “We can’t stay here all day, Draco. The battle is still going to happen, and time won’t stop for us.” He said.



Draco raised his tear-stained face to Harry’s, anger shining in his eyes. “Why not? Why can’t it?”



Harry shook his head. “It doesn’t work that way, Draco.”



Draco sighed, rolling off of Harry. “I guess I should get something to eat, even if I don’t want to.” He said.



Harry nodded. “Just a bit of fruit should do. You can eat more later.”



Draco just got up and got his clothes together, heading into the bathroom.

 

*****

Harry picked at his food, occasionally placing small bits of fruit and other sweet foods onto Draco’s plate, in the hope of tempting him to eat more.



Draco, however, just stared at his plate, poking at the food with his fork, occasionally eating a small bite.



Harry went over the basics of the battle he’d been challenged to. Both he and Adrian would be fighting until one of them was either dead or incapacitated. With younger teens, the battle would be stopped after first blood, but Adrian had called upon a law that stated that if both participants were of legal age, a battle to the death could be called.



It was no-holds-barred. Anything was fair. Nothing was foul.



Draco... Was the prize. If Harry lost, he was condemning his beloved to a life of pain and degradation.



Harry’s eyes hardened.



He COULDN’T lose.



Blaise and Pansy walked over from the Slytherin table. “Draco, it’s time. Potter, you’d better get out there. We’ll take Draco.”



Harry sighed and stood with Draco.



Draco grabbed Harry’s face in his hands and kissed the teen breathless. “Win for me, please.” He whispered, his eyes full of trust.



Harry nodded. “I will.” He said firmly.

 

*****



Draco watched the battle begin, worriedly. Harry was in his element, every burst of magic from Adrian deflected or turned back on him with a simple gesture from Harry.



But it was obvious that Adrian was merely playing with Harry. He was tossing out insults and describing the horrors he had planned for Draco, and Draco was suddenly aware that every seventh year in the school had come to see the drama unfolding, and everyone would hear the degrading words.



He felt his eyes sting, and held back the tears, too proud still to let them fall.



Harry suddenly cursed, and Draco’s attention was drawn back to the battle. Harry was on the ground, a bruise forming on one cheek and blood seeping from his wand hand, coating a finger as it obeyed gravity.



Draco bit back a sob as Harry stood up, only to be thrown backwards again.



Adrian was livid, blood pouring from his nose where Harry had broken it, and one side of his head singed bald.



Harry was gasping for breath as Adrian’s magic squeezed his throat shut.



Adrian laughed. “What’s the matter, Cousin? Can’t seem to catch your breath? I TOLD you that you couldn’t beat me. You should have listened. Now, because of one stupid blond detail, you die SO young. Pity, really. Good-bye, Cousin.”



“NO!!!” Draco screamed, throwing his hands out, trying to reach Harry. He had to PROTECT him from this!



Suddenly, Adrian was flung back, landing face-up, his eyes wide and unblinking.



After the initial shock had passed, Madam Pomfrey hurried over to scan him for injuries. She stood, sighing. “Well, congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. He’s had a heart attack and broken his neck. You’ve killed him twice over. Bring Mr. Potter to the hospital wing and I’ll meet you two there.” She said, levitating the body away.



Draco rushed over to Harry, kneeling down next to him. “Harry?!” He asked softly, his breath catching. “Are you alright?”



Harry groaned, looking at Draco. “Yeah.” He rasped out. “How did you do that?”



Draco shook his head. “Maybe since I’m sterile I can protect the one I want without being pregnant. I honestly have no idea.”



Harry let Draco help him up. “Hospital wing, then?”



Draco smiled. “Yeah.” He held Harry’s hand the whole way there, just delighting in the other teen’s company.



Snape was already waiting in the Hospital wing for them, reading a potions book. He nodded when they came in. “Good work, Draco.” He said.



Draco frowned. “Do you know how I did that, Sir?”



Snape smirked. “Yes. And it’s Potter’s fault.”



Harry glared at him. “What the bloody hell do you mean?!” He shouted.



Snape just shook his head. “You’ll know soon enough.” He told them.



Harry sat down on a bed, fuming.



Madam Pomfrey bustled in, spelling away the broken ankle and other wounds Harry had endured, then she turned to Draco.



“Mr. Malfoy, please lie down on a bed. This will only take a moment.”



Snape smiled. “Poppy, did you know that the boy has been throwing tantrums in most classes recently? Sugar seems to quell them.” He said conversationally.



Madam Pomfrey’s eyebrows raised and she cast a spell. When a lavender light surrounded Draco’s body, she sucked in a breath, glancing at Snape, then cast it again, with the same result. “Severus?” She asked shakily, as Harry walked over to stand next to Draco’s bed.



“Draught of Miracles works on Sinicae, Poppy.” He said softly.



Madam Pomfrey turned back to Draco and Harry, tears of happiness in her eyes.



“Congratulations again, gentlemen. You’re expecting.” She said happily.



Harry let out a breath, sitting on Draco’s bed heavily, grabbing the blonde’s hand tightly.



Draco lay there, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. “I’m pregnant.”



Snape chuckled. “Aren’t you going to ask why it wasn’t blue or pink?” He suggested.



When Harry turned questioning eyes to Madam Pomfrey, her smile widened. “Twins. One of each.” She announced further.



Harry promptly passed out.



Madam Pomfrey levitated him onto a bed next to Draco’s.



Draco snorted. “Refined, he is not.” He smiled, placing a hand over his stomach. “I’m going to be a father. Father! Shit! He needs to know!”



Snape got up and kept Draco from jumping out of bed. “I wrote him when I knew. He and your mother will be seeing you soon. They want to get to know Harry, so you both have been granted one week of vacation time, at the manor, but you must do your work while you are there.”



Draco smiled, nodding. “Yes! That’s not a problem at all! Thank you for arranging this all, Sev!”



Snape smiled. “Anything for you, Draco. You need this, anyway.”



Draco stared at his lap and fidgeted. “Sev...” He bit his lip, brow furrowed.



Snape sighed, putting his book aside. “Draco, you are ALWAYS more than welcome to ask me anything, at any time save classes. You KNOW that.” He said softly.



Draco nodded. “How... How did you know?” He whispered.



Snape smiled. “Ah, yes, Sinicae ARE rather secretive about their habits, are they not?” He raised a brow at Draco. “But we seem to be forgetting that I have certain... Shady contacts. My past has allowed me to find sources of information that only a few select people are even aware of. I began looking for information on Sinicae as soon as you showed the first signs that your father had bestown upon you a bit more than the usual Malfoy legacy of arrogance and a gift for honeyed insults.” He explained.



Draco frowned. “And?”



Snape hid a chuckle by clearing his throat. “Well, your little hissy fit in potions was a rather large clue. Completely not your style.” He added dryly. “The fact that sugar brought you back to your senses confirmed my hope. I wanted to wait and see if you two could figure it out on your own. However, that little Nazi’s stunt ruined my fun. Pity. I do so enjoy seeing your little mate suffer.”



Draco blushed. “Well, he’s not all that little, really.”



Snape turned a little green. “Thank you ever so much, Draco. I’ll be adding that to the list of things I never wanted to hear, most especially coming out of YOUR mouth.”



A chuckle sounded from the bed next to Draco’s. “Jealous, Snape?” Harry’s smug voice rang out.



Snape sighed. “Please, Potter, do me a favor for once and kindly pass out again.”



He ignored the matching giggles he got in response.

 

*****

 

“No.” Harry said firmly. “I am NOT going to Malfoy Manor. I don’t trust your father.”



Draco pouted. “But Harry,” He whined. “You HAVE to. My parents want to meet you!”



Harry shrugged. “And I want to fuck you into the mattress. Hey, let’s compromise! I pound you into that mattress there, and you can go home and tell your parents all about it!” He said excitedly, gesturing to their bed.



Draco winced. “I’d rather not. My father would kill me, but Mum would want details first. And I really don’t feel like discussing our sexcapades with her.” He said dryly.



Harry sighed. “Fine, but if your father kills ME, prepare to be alone. If you take another mate, I’ll haunt you forever.”



Draco smiled. “He won’t kill you. I still have uses for you.”



Harry grinned. “Pompous git.”



“Idiotic Gryffindor.”



“Slimy Slytherin.”



Draco tackled Harry, pushing him onto the bed and grinding against him.



Harry grinned. “I knew you’d see things my way!” He crowed.



Draco smirked. “Shut up and fuck me hard, Harry.” He purred. “Just don’t mark me yet. I have special plans for that.”



Harry grinned. “Your proposal is most acceptable. I think I’ll do just that.” He said, flipping Draco over and vanishing their clothes.



Draco smiled up at Harry. “Oh, so EAGER!” He purred.



Harry smirked and leaned down to bite a nipple, chuckling when Draco squeaked. The brunette rolled Draco over, letting the blond get comfortable.



Draco folded his arms over the pillow, laying his head down on them.



Harry flattened his tongue over the base of Draco’s spine, then slowly drew it up, ending the long lick at the base of the Slytherin’s neck.



By the time Harry pulled away, Draco was trembling and panting. “Just HOW...” He stopped short, as a shiver ran through his body, “Is that supposed to be conducive...” Another shiver and a small moan, “To fucking me HARD?!” The blond asked peevishly.



Harry chuckled. “Changed my mind.” He informed Draco. “I’m not going to fuck you hard. I’m not even going to fuck you.” He said lightly.



Draco raised his head, looking over his shoulder at Harry. “Do you REALLY want to die?”



Harry smiled. “Instead,” He continued, “I’m going to make love to you. Slowly. You’ll be BEGGING me to let you come by the time I’m finished.” He purred.



Draco laid his head back down, whimpering.



Harry chuckled, biting along Draco’s shoulders, marking the pale skin with red marks, claiming Draco’s body as his property.



Draco moaned, pushing his hips into the mattress.



“I wouldn’t recommend that.” Harry said. “Wouldn’t want to finish before we’ve even started. You’ll be raw halfway through.”



Draco stilled, whimpering. “Harry!”



“Yes?” Harry asked sweetly, flicking his tongue against Draco’s entrance.



The blond screamed. “Gods, Harry, that’s- Oh, FUCK!”



Harry chuckled, forcing his tongue slowly through the pucker, then retreating only to do it again and again.



“Harry, please, PLEASE!” Draco sobbed. “Take me now! I NEED it, Harry! Fuck me! Gods, PLEASE!!”



Harry pulled away from Draco and pulled the teen up onto his hands and knees. “God, Draco, you make me so hot for you.” He muttered, aligning his cock with Draco’s hole and pushing in. /So sexy. And all MINE!/ He finished, thrusting in fully, as fast as he could.



Draco howled with pleasure, his mind blanking out at the unbelievably erotic experience of Harry speaking Parseltongue to him during sex. “Do that again, Harry!” He yelled through his moans.



Harry chuckled. “Do what, Draco?” He asked sweetly, slowing his thrusts.



Draco cried out in frustration. “Parseltongue! Talk to me!” He begged.



Harry smirked, leaning down to hiss in Draco’s ear. /Did you want THIS?/ He asked, pushing gently into Draco, just enough for the blond to feel it and crave more. /Do you want me to fuck you senseless right now? Or maybe... Maybe I should make you wait.../ He leaned down and licked Draco’s neck, thrusting into Draco hard.



Draco gasped, his inner muscles clenching down on Harry’s length. “Harry, move, PLEASE MOVE!” He sobbed.



/YES!/ Harry acquiesced, pounding roughly into Draco, hissing all the while. /So tight, so hot, going to make you come SO hard, my beautiful mate!/ He felt his release coming and threw his head back. /COME NOW, DRACO!/ He hissed, slightly surprised when Draco tensed and screamed, coming without ever being touched.



Harry collapsed on his side, staring at Draco in front of him. “Wow. You’re a bit kinky.” He observed.



Draco flushed. “Shut up. I’m a Slytherin. We’re ALL rather kinky.” He snapped.



Harry sighed. ‘Here we go again.’ He got up.



“Where the hell are you going?!” Draco snapped, sitting up.



Harry tossed him a huge chocolate bar.



Draco’s eyes lit up and he looked at it worshipfully. “Harry, you are AMAZING! I love you SO fucking much!” He breathed, tearing open the wrapper and taking bites of the chocolate, moaning at the taste. “Come have some with me.” He cajoled.



Harry sighed and got into the bed. He reached for the chocolate bar, but Draco pulled it out of his reach. “No. Not like that. Like THIS.” Draco grabbed Harry’s shoulders and pulled the Gryffindor on top of him, kissing him, with a mouthful of melting chocolate.



Harry moaned, grinding into Draco, who also seemed to be in the mood again.



“We’re going to be here for a while, aren’t we?” Harry asked.



Draco smiled sweetly. “Until I’m too well-shagged to move.” He replied.