When Snow Melts

~When Snow Melts~

Summary:
...What does it become? Harry and Draco fight, fight, fight, and find eachother by mistake. Prophesies are uncovered and the line between love and hate is crossed hesitantly.

Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17 or so. This is not a lighthearted tale. Sex will be involved, drug use is also involved, if you count potion-taking as a drug. XP Death might be included as well, but not Draco or Harry\'s.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything created by J. K. Rowling.
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Anal, Oral, MPreg implied, Pre-HBP for convenience issues, Drama


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Chapter Six: Complications
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\"Of course I took no pleasure in it, but father\'s instructions had to be followed whether he was here to reinforce the issue or not. For the good of the Dark Lord\'s plan s\'what he told me.\"

Draco sat in the Slytherin common room, explaining to Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle, the latter two not really understanding much of what was being said, especially as they had their faces crammed into a tray of sweets, what he had done for Harry\'s detention the previous night.

Pansy and Blaise looked deeply disturbed. The girl spoke up first, \"How come you never told us about this plan, Draco?\"

Draco sneered, \"It\'s not like I\'m obligated to tell any of you what goes on in my life.\"

The harshness of the words, and their meaning as well, caused a look of disgust to cross Pansy\'s vile visage. She let out a harumph and stood to make her way to the opposite side of the room, crossing her arms stubbornly. \"Well, I would have imagined someone as close to you as I am, would have a right to know these things!

\"Hasn\'t your father told you yet that I would make the perfect match for you? To be your perfect spouse?\" The confidence she held in her words caused Draco to snap. Always one to wipe out another\'s beliefs and hopes.

\"I\'m afraid he did not. However, it\'s none of father\'s business who I end up with. The prophesy of my betrothed has to be figured out by me and myself alone.\" He held his nose in the air indignantly. Blaise thought he looked an awful lot like his mother when he held that pose and broke the stuffy atmosphere in the room with further prodding of this previously unknown plan.

\"So, Draco, what exactly is this plan all about?\" Draco was snapped back to the here and now, and immediately took on a hushed tone.

\"Now, father told me that to help strengthen the Dark Lord, and bring Potter to him, we would first have to break him. And with his death only too evident, with his obvious ways of being unable to be swayed from the light, it is only imperative that someone of...\"

He cleared his throat importantly and ran his long, slender digits through his silvery hair, \"my excellent breeding, and...\" His voice dropped to a spiteful whisper, \"...Potter\'s power and inheritance from the Dark Lord.\" He waved his hands around as if this knowledge was only too over-used and bland, \"You know, him being the child to defeat the Dark Lord in the first place and all,\"

Blaise and Pansy nodded, Draco pressed on, \"That Potter and I should cultivate a perfect heir to act as the Dark Lord\'s ultimate and most willing, with the proper training, servant.\"

Both Pansy and Blaise looked hungry with the thought of such power, nodding slowly and wishing for Draco to continue.

\"Yes, with an heir like that, the Dark Lord wouldn\'t have to be afraid of his powers ever fading. He would be the most powerful, regardless of anyone who would try to take him on. His army would only be too unstoppable.\"

By this point, even Draco looked lustful of the power, his voice rising even though he had started speaking silently so that such dangerous information would not be overheard.

They all looked sinisterly glad at the information now, rather than disgusted. Draco chuckled as he then moved on to the part where he had used a memory alteration on Harry.

\"He won\'t know of the plan, and therefore won\'t be able to tell a single soul. We\'ll capture him in his weakest state..when the emotions of his pregnancy starts to drive him mad.\" The dark laughter that followed echoed throughout the dungeon commons.

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Later that evening, in the Great Hall...

\"Harry, you must tell Ron and I what happened to you.\" She was strict in reeling in information after finding Harry in such a state. Ron also looked worried.

\"C\'mon, you can tell me.\" But Harry kept quiet, using his fork to push the food around on his plate, imitating his actions on the morning after his first detention with Malfoy and refusing to look up at anyone.

Early that morning he\'d returned to the Gryffindor commonroom, covered in dust and looking extremely disheveled, the left lens of his glasses was shattered without bother of repair and his clothes were ripped in places..not to mention put on in a complete disarray. His expression, the height of their concern, was considerably blank. And with questioning, he grew confused.

\"I forbid you from returning to detention with Malfoy tonight!\" Hermione was firm in her decision. Ron, although concerned for Harry\'s well-being, kept his mouth shut for the majority of the time, letting Hermione go about with her parental scolding.

\"If Snape is so sure of himself for placing Malfoy as a teacher, well I say we tip him off on what condition you were in this morning! If I have to hear another word about it being out of your control then I\'ll s--\"

She was stopped mid-rant as Harry groaned and shifted in his seat. \"My bum hurts.\" he sighed, dropping his head to the table next to his plate and pushing his food away tiredly.

He looked completely worn out. With a touch of loneliness.

The height of the potion having ebbed away caused this. The slow descent taking the raw power of obsession away only to be replaced with a dull longing. It didn\'t help that Draco wasn\'t nearby. And it was no more helpful that he couldn\'t remember why he wanted to be close to him, or what they had done.

Malfoy\'s mind modifications had been specific, only blocking out the consumption of the potion and the rape from his mind. Though, it was more than rape..the recipient was willing, even if he was reluctant with embarrassment.

Hermione and Ron gasped as one. Ron\'s face darkened and he ground out, \"Tell us what Malfoy did to you this SECOND.\" Harry just shut his eyes and heaved a deep sigh. The mention of Draco only causing more emotional turmoil to spin through him. Hermione looked as if ready to cry.

\"Harry, I implore you! Please tell Ron and I what went on in your detention last night!\"

Harry just shook his head slowly and turned away from them, the back of his messy mop looking their way as he remained with his head rested on the table. It looked uncomfortable.

It was this moment that Draco came toward the trio. Grabbing Harry by the arm and dragging him to his feet. \"Come along, Harry.\" He whispered so that only the \"love-sick\" boy (which can only be called lovesickness in relativity to the potion\'s name. Of course Harry wasn\'t really in love with Malfoy..the potion can\'t do that.) could hear him. Harry immediately responded, following him without taking a moment to say goodbye to Ron nor Hermione.

Two thirds of the trio looked horrified at what just happened. Hermione was desperate. She threw down her napkin that she didn\'t realize she had been clenching in her fist the whole while, and stormed off after them. Ron blinked and turned to the Great Hall as he felt eyes on his table at once.

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Draco walked with a willing Harry down the halls toward the dungeon. They were to start detention early tonight. Halfway there, they were stopped by none other than professor Snape, whose eyes gleamed with an unrecognizable emotion. He sneered \"How is Potter\'s progress coming?\" He questioned Draco, who smirked in return, standing up straighter than he was to begin with and answering clearly. \"Having a bit of troubles keeping his memory strong, what with all the complicated potion making I\'m trying to teach him.\"

Snape nodded at once, seeming to understand completely.

A voice rang through the hall with an annoyingly loud pitch at that moment. \"HARRY! DON\'T YOU GO WITH HIM.\" Hermione stopped, out of breath as she noticed Snape standing there before the pair.

Putting on her best know-it-all voice, she announced, \"Harry is unfit for further detention with Malfoy, Professor. From what I noticed last night, Harry was being mistreated of the highest degree. The detention was only meant for him to better himself at potions, am I correct?\"

Snape, who looked bitter at the girl\'s knowledge, nodded once in the affirmative.

\"Then I will teach Harry in Malfoy\'s place!\"

Snape glowered at the clever witch. \"I\'m afraid I can\'t do that, Miss Granger. The detention has already been set, and until Malfoy sees it as a fit reason to call off the detention and appoint a different teacher, he will remain Mr. Potter\'s supervisor and instructer for the remainder of this week.\"

At Hermione\'s flabberghasted appearance, Snape went on, \"It\'s only two more days. Don\'t wear such a sour expression. It\'s not fitting for someone of your...intelligence.\" With that, he turned and stalked away, robes billowing behind him.

Hermione turned a fierce glare on Malfoy and spat, \"I\'ll be sure to get the headmaster\'s opinion on this matter!\" And she, too, stalked off, only in the opposite direction as Snape.

Harry looked confused until Malfoy reminded him of where they were going together and he looked a bit pleased. A few steps later though, as the potion\'s effects began to wear thin, Harry\'s eyes narrowed to Malfoy and he pulled further away, standing still and not following him.

\"Why is it I\'m following you so..happily, Malfoy?\" Draco knew better, smirking as he turned to face his student.

\"It\'s normal to feel this way, Potter. You must want to get to detention quickly to get it over with.\" Harry chewed on his lower lip in thought. \"Oh. I suppose that sounds logical enough.\"

Draco chose that moment to let half of a victorious smile claim his lips. \"Well, come on, then.\" Harry re-established a walking pace that Malfoy easily fell into step with beside him.

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It wasn\'t long before the two found their way to the Potions Classroom.

Harry went to his desk and flopped down into it, making himself comfortable already. Draco went to a personal storage cabinet and drew out another vial of Lovepotion. He would have to reintoxicate Harry if he wanted this plan to ever follow through.

Harry seemed eager to get the class started. Constant drumming of his fingertips over the wooden surface of his desk aggravating Draco until he came up and slapped his hand over Harry\'s, bringing the boy\'s attention to his stormy eyes and successfully stopping the raucous sound.

\"Here,\" Draco stated calmly, handing the vial to Harry and watching to see if he\'d drink it. At Harry\'s puzzled expression, Draco pressed. \"Take it, Potter.\"

Harry looked unsure, \"I don\'t think it\'s such a good idea to be taking random potions, Malfoy. What is it?\" He inspected it through the thin glass cautiously, causing Malfoy to roll his eyes in impatience and remove his hand from Harry\'s.

\"Just take the damned thing already.\" he groaned and took the vial from Harry, grabbing a fistful of his uncouth locks and drawing his head backwards harshly. As Harry opened his mouth to protest, Malfoy shoved the potion inside, dribbling the vile liquid down his throat.

Harry started to cough and sputter, but Malfoy threw the vial to the floor with a shatter of glass and clutched his jaw with that hand, forcing it shut and waiting.

Eventually, Harry had the potion down and his watering eyes were the only indication that he\'d managed it with difficulty. Again, Draco opened his mouth to check, and indeed he had swallowed it all. Just as he was releasing Harry from his hold, the boy grabbed onto his wrist firmly and locked widened eyes with his grey ones.

Draco pulled back gently, trying to get the other to let him go. But it was no use, he was stuck. \"Potter, let me go!\" Draco was ever the over-dramatic, wriggling and looking panicked at the sure hold Harry had on him.

\"Don\'t leave me,\" Harry breathed, sounding, if possible, more panicked than Draco was acting. Malfoy understood at once, nodding harshly. \"Of course I won\'t leave you! I\'m your teacher every night this week and I haven\'t abandoned you once during, have I?\"

Harry shook his head no, but looked even more desperate. \"Don\'t stay a foot from me.\" Then he gasped sharply, causing alarm to lighten Draco\'s eyes. \"You...You are so fucking gorgeous.\" Harry cooed. Draco\'s worried expression faded as he smirked, loving to hear it. \"I know.\"

But instead of relishing in the compliments, he knew he had a task to do. He had to fuck Harry each night, now that the potion was preventing a huge struggle, to ensure his pregnancy.

Draco dragged Harry out from behind the desk into a stand. Placing a hand onto his shoulder roughly and leaning in to whisper to his little obsessed student. \"I know what you want.\"

Harry shivered lightly, \"Wh-What?\" Draco smirked against his ear, moving closer so as to lick the sensitive flesh. \"You want a good, hard fucking. Don\'t you?\"

Draco himself couldn\'t deny that he actually wanted this just as much, as Harry choked out. \"M-Merlin, Draco.. my body needs your gorgeous cock inside me!\" He could feel his tight entrance pulsing with painful desire.

Draco groaned at Harry\'s words, his cock jumping madly, trying to escape his trousers and make it\'s way to Harry\'s quivering bottom. He had to lower a hand, pressing his palm against his cock and rubbing it just to tide him over for what was to soon come. The rubbing only made his swollen penis throb harder, leaking pre-cum copiously so that Draco had to force his hand away, panting.

\"Now.\" He demanded, taking Harry by the back of the neck and steering him to Snape\'s desk, pushing him over it and watching the lustful boy wiggle his arse in wanton invitation. Draco thought he would simply explode at the sight.

Taking Harry\'s pants down swiftly, Draco let them bunch around his ankles before kicking his legs apart and successfully getting him to step out of the trousers pile at his feet so he could open further. \"Good, spread open for me, Potter.\"

Harry whined at those words, arching his back, legs moving further from each other, and sticking his perfect bubbly rump into the air. Hearing Draco\'s groan, he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, trying to make it easier for that cock he wanted so much to fit between them.

Draco slapped Harry\'s hands away, watching the round cheeks slap together and bounce once with elastic perfection, but not before he witnessed the pink pucker Harry willingly revealed, wink desperately to him.

It was all so horribly enticing. His cock raged angrily in his trousers, dribbling burning pre-cum as it flared inside the material prison. Draco never knew his balls could feel so full, and it was agony. He had to cum, he couldn\'t stand it.

\"Harry..\" He panted, not realising he just used his first name.

\"Draco..!\" Harry whined back, legs trembling in anticipation.

Suddenly, his hips were caught in a steely trap that was Draco\'s fingers. Harry panicked in heated anxiety, trying to squirm away, but this only caused the blonde to tighten his grip, rooting him to the spot. Arse in the air, pert and ready, spread legs trying to kick, but Draco had already inserted his body between them so that they did no damage.. and he could not escape.

Smirking, Draco lowered his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor along with his underwear. Bright flushed cock sprung to life, twitching and oozing just behind Harry\'s upturned rear. His balls were swollen and rubbing his innerthighs with the heavy load churning inside them. He couldn\'t wait to fuck Harry hard.

Of course he used no preperation, merely slid it in ruthlessly, the lubrication of Draco\'s drooling cockhead the only assistance. Harry practically screamed in frustration as he tried to flee Draco\'s hold and his erect cock which slid up his grasping canal, stretching it painfully without warning.

Draco was now embedded balls-deep in his perfect bottom. His cock in such pleasure it took his breath away. Draco started thrusting shallowly, knowing if he took it too hard, in and out all the way to caress his full, pulsing prick, that he would spurt instantly.

Instead, he gave short thrusts, tapping Harry\'s rump with his engorged balls. Harry sobbed loudly, trembling with each nudging thrust. His arse on fire, his penis twitching, begging to be stroked as it lie, brushing the woodwork and wetting it with his cock-tears.

Draco started going harder, lifting his ass higher and driving into him at a fierce tempo. Cheeks were spanked with hips and balls, bruises would be left on Harry\'s waist as he was grasped tightly and fucked into the desk hard.

\"Draco!\" Harry cried out in a longing whisper, the blonde\'s balls tightened at the sound. \"Merlin, Harry.. you\'re mine.\" He groaned, pounding the future bearer of his bloodline directly. A sharp drive straight into Harry\'s prostate which made him see stars and drag his nails across the desk, also caused Harry to bellow, \"FUCK ME, DRACO.\"

The Slytherin felt a cold shiver dash up his spine at the phrase, and his cock began to throb graciously as it urgently rushed forward toward it\'s much-needed orgasm. The deep stroking of Harry\'s tight, scalding channel sent waves of ecstacy through them both. It wasn\'t long now...

\"Harry, nn-- ahh-- how close are youuuu?\"

The onyx-tressed male slammed back into Draco\'s thrusts, gasping heatedly. \"Ohh--mmmerlin---right there!!\"

Draco whimpered in panic as he felt his cum readying to unleash itself from his bloated balls, he couldn\'t even comprehend the coming pleasure. It was growing unbearable and he knew it had to give any moment.

\"Are you h-here, Harry?\" He whispered swiftly, fucking harder still. The rough pressure surrounding his cock started to set his balls in a state. He began twisting his hips about in an attempt to supress his coming orgasm, but it only made the direction of his thrusts new and different to his bare cock, rubbing it in places more specific and causing a raw tingle to run up and down his erection feverishly.

Draco gasped as if in pain, \"I--I\'m gonna...ungghh--!!\"

He squirted. Hard. Cum blasting out of his dick like a firehose against Harry\'s prostate. Burning pressure massaging his spot, setting him off in convulsions of orgasm himself.

The two boys cried as they came, their pricks dancing in satisfaction as they released heavy loads of seed together.

Once they finished, cum trickling from their tired penises, Draco drew back, letting some slosh out onto the floor. Exhausted, the blonde collapsed against his sub\'s back, breathing heavily against his neck.

Harry moaned softly in protest, but let him anyway. He was breathing hard as it was, now resting his head on his folded arms and shutting his eyes.

The pair never looked more like passionate lovers than they did at this moment. Collapsed together after intense mating.

Softly, almost too quiet for Draco to hear, Harry whispered between ragged breaths, \"I know what it becomes...\"

Draco\'s eyes flipped open, looking alarmed, he pulled back completely into a stance and pulled his trousers up, fastening them and shooting a look at Harry\'s slumped form.

\"Don\'t tell me.\" He whispered back, angrily, before taking up his wand and casting a memory modification on him. \"Farewell again, Potter.\" He sneered as Harry stood up, looking confused.

Eyes that once held emotion, now looked blank. It was a fresh start to another mind trick and Harry had to endure it again. \"What\'s going on?\" he queried, quietly.

\"Nothing,\" Draco sighed, waving a hand at Harry\'s own trousers. \"Will you dress, please?\"

Harry blushed and pulled his pants up, doing them and refusing to look back at Malfoy. \"I\'m sorry. I don\'t know what came over me.\" he muttered with shame. Draco grinned.

\"It\'s quite alright. Now, detention is over, you may go.\"

Harry nodded and turned, running out the door looking no less ruffled and out of shape than he did the night before. Hermione was sure to be displeased.

Draco sighed heavily, running his fingers through his hair once more, though tiredly now, before cleaning up the messes and hastily making his way for his own dormitory.


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To Be Continued...
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AN: Poor Harry. He is taking the lovepotion which causes him to obsess over Malfoy, but with the mind modifications it will confuse him as he does so. It must be hard for Harry to even be away from Draco each night, but he does so anyway. I wondered before how this was possible.. but the mind alterations must have their way in this. So work with me on this.

Again, poor Harry.

Draco is already using Harry\'s first name during sex, and he seemed a bit eager and not repulsed by his actions. Hm...The truths will be known soon, though. We shall see what becomes of these two with time.

Speaking of time? I\'m sorry it took me so long to update. Thank you for your patience. Hope you enjoyed this sixth chapter of WSM, even if you might not have cared for the sex scene.. :: cough. ::

Poor Harry.