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Rape of Innocence
Chapter Number/Total: 6/20
Chapter Title: Rape of Innocence
Words: 2759 Words
Harry frowned and scrambled to follow Malfoy. "Do you ever go outside to do things that you want to do?" he asked.
"What would I want to do outside?" Draco asked, and took his seat at the table, food appearing as soon as he did.
"I don't know ... something fun?" Harry asked. "Everything is just ‘Master this’ and ‘Master that.’ What about your life?"
Draco scowled at him. "This is my life," he snapped.
"No offence, Malfoy, but you have a boring life," Harry commented.
"I do not enjoy what passes for entertainment among my peers," Draco drawled, picking at his food.
"Eat it," Harry murmured. "What, raping innocent people? I thought you liked that."
Anger flared in Draco so fast and so strong he didn't know what hit him. He stood abruptly, the chair falling back with a bang, and swept the dishes from the table, a plate shattering on the floor. He whirled and faced Harry, his face red.
Harry glanced at the food on the floor, his dinner, and sighed, leaning away from Malfoy. Talking before thinking was a definite problem.
Draco advanced on the man on the floor, taking hold of his hair and yanking Harry up on his knees.
Harry winced and held back a groan, looking up at Malfoy as he slowly began to get scared. Whenever Malfoy looked like this, there was no mercy.
"Is that what you think of me?" Draco hissed and then, before Harry could answer, Apparated them to the bedroom. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you." He dragged Harry to the bed and shoved him face first into it.
"I didn't mean it!" Harry cried out, managing to get up and crawl away a bit, but he knew he had nowhere to run.
"Yes, you did," Draco snarled, crawling after him and grabbing Harry's foot, dragging him back.
"No, no!" Harry tried to pull his foot out of Malfoy's grasp, beginning to panic. "I was joking!"
"You think the ‘rape of innocents,’ as you called it, is a joke?" Draco asked, pulling Harry back and putting a knee into the base of the man's back to pin him to the bed. He Summoned his wand and did a spell to unclothe himself.
"No, but I didn't mean it!" Harry yelled, struggling to get away.
Draco was angry and aroused, cock standing stiff. He cast a Incarcerous and Potter was suddenly bound spread-eagle to the bed.
"No!" Harry yelled, pulling at the ropes only to see that they were tight. "Please, I'm sorry! Please don't!"
"Don't what?" Draco growled, kneeling between the other man's legs.
"It hurts when you do it like this," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"Yes, isn't it supposed to?" Draco sneered. "I am evil. Remember? Slytherin, Death Eater and rapist of innocents." He rubbed his cock along the cleft of Harry's arse.
"You're not ... you're not evil," Harry said, feeling tears well up in his eyes. "Please stop ...."
"I raped you in a Death Eater ritual," Draco ground out. "Made you my sex slave. Of course, I am evil." He angled his cock down, pressed against Harry's opening but not yet pushing in.
"But you ... you helped me," Harry said, biting his lip harder when he felt him press down. Malfoy wasn't even going to use lube.
"One good deed does not cancel out a lifetime of misdeeds,” Draco said, not even understanding why he was arguing with Potter. He should shove in and listen to the other man scream. He was a Death Eater and he was supposed to punish Harry, to enjoy hurting him. It was what he had asked for, wasn’t it? He was trembling now.
"But you still did ... you didn't have to," Harry said.
"You know nothing about what I have to do," Draco growled, shaking violently now as he pressed inward. The head of his cock was still slick with oil from before and he didn't shove hard, but it would probably still hurt.
Harry clenched in pain, trying to push him back out. "Please stop, I’m sorry ...."
Draco froze, his blood running cold suddenly as his anger drained away. His mind flashed on himself, writhing on the floor. “Please, Father, I’m sorry,” he heard his own voice begging. He looked down at the pleading man underneath him as if seeing him for the first time and pulled back, scrambling from the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Harry took a few deep breaths as Draco left, not immediately realising what happened. He had to follow him, but he couldn't because of the ropes. He sighed and waited for the pain he knew would come.
Draco made it to the sink, splashing cold water on his face and breathing deep – trying not to vomit again.
The pain hit Harry within the next moment and he screamed from the intensity of it. It seemed worse because he couldn’t move like he wanted to.
Draco was panting and trying to get control of his emotions. His body was trying to force his food up and his eyes were stinging with threatened tears. His head snapped up when he heard the screaming. Fuck. He had forgotten the order for Harry to stay close. He turned and stumbled back into the room.
Harry's screams slowly turned into groans as Draco walked closer, his body shaking as the pain slowly left him.
Draco removed the Rope Spell and crawled onto the bed.
The minute the ropes released him, Harry curled into a ball, rocking and crying.
Without thinking, Draco wrapped his arms around the shaking man, cradling him. "I forgot," he said quietly.
Harry curled up in the blond’s arms, still breathing hard as he tried to calm down. He still wasn't sure of what happened, but he was shocked that Malfoy actually stopped. Why had he stopped? Was it Harry’s begging? Did the other man actually care about what he felt? What did it mean?
Tears that had threatened before now fell from Draco’s eyes, soaking into Harry's dark hair as the man pressed himself against Draco's chest.
Harry could feel the stutter in Malfoy's chest and he slowly looked up at him, startled to see tears. "Why are you crying?" Harry asked softly.
"I don't bloody well know," Draco said, voice half-angry, half-pained and he shut his eyes, still holding Potter.
"I didn't mean to make you upset," Harry said, reaching to touch his cheek.
"You don't make me do anything," Draco snapped. Except get angry and fall apart he thought privately.
Harry sighed, watching Malfoy quietly. It was something else that troubled him and Harry had no idea what to think. It wasn't as if Malfoy would talk to him anyway. So that's how Harry found himself leaning in close, his lips pressing against the blond’s.
Draco's eyes were closed when he felt that first brush of lips against his. His eyes snapped open as Harry pressed his lips over Draco's. He gasped, his mouth opening a little in surprise.
Harry pulled back and looked at his face before he kissed Malfoy again, not fully knowing why he was doing this.
Draco was so stunned he continued to stare at Potter, mouth slightly open and tears still wet on his face.
Harry slipped his tongue inside Draco's open mouth, pressing himself against him even more. It felt nice to just kiss someone after so long.
Draco trembled, Potter's mouth on his felt amazing. Unconsciously, he relaxed into the kiss, hands clutching Harry's body to him with a small moan.
Harry tilted his head as he moved his lips and tongue against Draco's, trying to coax him into kissing him back.
Slowly, Draco began to respond, eyes closing again and tongue sliding against Harry's.
Harry deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Draco's. He pressed his hands against Draco's bare chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Draco's heart was racing and he slid a hand up to the back of Harry's head, sucking on the other man's tongue in his mouth.
Harry moaned quietly in response, breathing hard through his nose. He could taste the salt from Draco's tears and something else that must've been strictly him. Harry liked it.
Draco's free hand slid over the other man's naked back, feeling the skin, bone and muscle. He was sucking and licking at the other man's lips now and trembling with new arousal.
Harry shivered at the touch, his body arching with another moan. He never thought he would willingly get aroused like this, but here he was in Draco's arms.
Draco was lost in the taste and sensation, no longer thinking about the meaning of his actions. He nipped and kissed along the other man's jaw, pulling Harry so he was now astride Draco.
Harry hissed when their cocks touched, his head falling back as he reached to grip Draco's shoulders.
Draco's mouth closed on Harry's neck, sucking at that flesh as he began rocking them together.
Harry groaned, biting his lip as they moved, his entire body feeling like it was on fire.
The friction of their cocks trapped between their two bodies and rubbing against each other was amazing. Draco sucked harder and rocked faster, one hand in Harry's hair gripping hard and the other wrapped around the man's waist, holding him tight.
Harry was sure Draco was going to leave a mark on his neck, but as Harry felt himself get closer with each touch, he found he didn’t care.
Draco released Harry's neck, licked at the dark red mark and then licked his way up the man's neck to his mouth again. He opened his eyes this time, looking at Harry as he brought his lips over the man's.
Harry moaned into the kiss, his eyes opening a bit as his hips jerked against Draco's. "Close," he whispered against his lips, hoping the other man would let him come.
Draco drove his tongue into Harry's mouth and rocked faster knowing he would come soon, too.
Harry had begun to tremble and he had to pull back again, looking at him. "Can I come?" he asked softly.
Draco had forgotten the command. He managed to gasp, "Yes!" before throwing his head back and coming.
Harry came a moment later with a cry, his back arching again. He collapsed against Draco, breathing hard.
Draco was panting and shuddering, literally overwhelmed. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Harry was supposed to be a plaything, a slave. Draco was supposed to be using him.
Harry turned his head, his cheek resting on Draco's chest. He honestly had no idea what he just did, but he couldn't go back and change it now.
Instead of his breathing calming down, Draco was still panting. He was trembling violently and he had no idea what to do now. He should shove Potter away. This was a huge mistake. He couldn't allow himself to care about anyone, let alone Potter.
Harry leaned back when he felt him trembling. "Calm down," he said softly, reaching to touch his shoulder.
Draco knew he was losing control of the situation. The one thing he still strived for in his life was control. He shoved Potter from his lap and scrambled back off the bed.
When he was pushed from Draco's lap Harry was already feeling the pain of telling him what to do. It got stronger within a second and Harry cried out, beginning to writhe on the bed.
"Oh, fucksake, now what?" Draco asked, unaware in his own distress of what Potter had done.
Harry whimpered and jerked, turning over again and again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lip as he shook.
Draco shook with fear. He should let Potter scream. He was supposed to make him suffer. But he couldn't stand it. "I countermand whichever order you just broke," he said quickly.
Harry stilled, still breathing hard as his body shook with the aftershocks. He glanced at Draco, watching him quietly.
Draco saw that the pain had released Potter. The blond turned and began to pace, still shaking. There had to be a way to save the situation. Falling for Potter was not an option.
Harry continued to watch him, feeling physically and emotionally drained. There was so much going on and Harry didn't know how to handle it. He was sure that was going through Draco's head as well.
Draco stopped, taking several deep breaths before walking over to stand looking down at Potter. "You will get us both killed," he said flatly.
"How?" Harry asked quietly, not moving.
"Your behaviour," Draco said, hands on his hips. "You may not care if you live or die, but I do. If you are not cowering in submissive fear of me the next time they check, we are both going to wind up tied to that post."
"It's not like this changes everything, right?" Harry asked.
"You keep telling me what to do and doing things I have ordered you not to do," Draco snapped. "If I don't punish you severely enough to stop you, He will kill me. How bloody hard is that to understand?"
"I understand. I'm just trying to get used to this. Will you have to punish me in front of him?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
"Yes," Draco said, looking away now, unable to bear the look in the man's face.
"I'll listen. And maybe it's good that you punish me here," Harry said quietly.
Draco looked back, considering what the man said. "So I reinstate all orders given," he said, "with the provision that if you are tied up or otherwise restrained, you do not have to follow me."
"All right ..." Harry said. "I'll only get punished if I disobey, right? Along with the pain ...."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean if I don't listen, you have every right to punish me," Harry murmured.
"I have the right to do whatever I please with you no matter what the reason," Draco drawled.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, nodding.
"But if you do as I wish, I am less likely to physically hurt you," Draco added.
Harry nodded. "I get it." He definitely wouldn't mind less pain.
Draco cast Lavare to clean both of them, still watching Harry cautiously. "You have enjoyed it twice," he said flatly.
"Does that mean I'm gay?" Harry asked softly, looking thoughtful.
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bed, bringing one knee up on the bed and resting his back against one bedpost. "You had never been with a man before?" he asked.
"No," Harry answered honestly, glancing at him.
Draco nodded, taking in the information. "Women?" he asked.
"There was Ginny, but we didn't do much with the war and all," Harry murmured.
Draco's face was impassive as he thought about that. "You never climaxed with another person?" he asked.
"No. Well, now I have," Harry replied, glancing at him.
"When you’d wank, who would you be thinking about?" Draco asked.
"I don't remember ... nice things, I guess. Whatever I saw and liked ...."
"What people?" Draco insisted.
"Girls ... once I thought about a bloke ... it was strange, but it didn't seem to matter," Harry said.
"Which bloke?" Draco asked, curious now.
Harry blushed. "Do I have to answer that? I don't think I remember ...."
"You remember and you have to," Draco said.
"Bill Weasley," Harry admitted finally, flushing at the memory of him.
Draco nodded again. "Definitely a bloke, and a good looking one," he said. "And girls?"
"Ginny, Cho ...." He paused. "And maybe Fleur sometimes ... but I stopped since she got married to Bill."
"You came because I was touching your cock," Draco said with a sigh. "It doesn't mean you are attracted to me."
"Then why did I want to kiss you?" Harry asked.
Draco snorted. "Yes, why did you do that?" he asked.
"Because ... I don't know ... I just wanted to. I got this feeling and I did it." Harry shrugged a bit, looking at him.
Draco shook his head, realising his evening was pretty much gone now. There was no point in going back downstairs now. "We didn't eat dinner," he said. "I suppose you are hungry."
"It's okay," Harry said, still lying down and watching him. "We can eat tomorrow."
Draco got up and pulled the covers back, getting under them. "Go to sleep then," he said, getting comfortable.
Harry moved to the foot of the bed and curled up like he usually did, closing his eyes with a sigh. "Goodnight," he whispered.
Chapter Title: Rape of Innocence
Words: 2759 Words
Harry frowned and scrambled to follow Malfoy. "Do you ever go outside to do things that you want to do?" he asked.
"What would I want to do outside?" Draco asked, and took his seat at the table, food appearing as soon as he did.
"I don't know ... something fun?" Harry asked. "Everything is just ‘Master this’ and ‘Master that.’ What about your life?"
Draco scowled at him. "This is my life," he snapped.
"No offence, Malfoy, but you have a boring life," Harry commented.
"I do not enjoy what passes for entertainment among my peers," Draco drawled, picking at his food.
"Eat it," Harry murmured. "What, raping innocent people? I thought you liked that."
Anger flared in Draco so fast and so strong he didn't know what hit him. He stood abruptly, the chair falling back with a bang, and swept the dishes from the table, a plate shattering on the floor. He whirled and faced Harry, his face red.
Harry glanced at the food on the floor, his dinner, and sighed, leaning away from Malfoy. Talking before thinking was a definite problem.
Draco advanced on the man on the floor, taking hold of his hair and yanking Harry up on his knees.
Harry winced and held back a groan, looking up at Malfoy as he slowly began to get scared. Whenever Malfoy looked like this, there was no mercy.
"Is that what you think of me?" Draco hissed and then, before Harry could answer, Apparated them to the bedroom. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you." He dragged Harry to the bed and shoved him face first into it.
"I didn't mean it!" Harry cried out, managing to get up and crawl away a bit, but he knew he had nowhere to run.
"Yes, you did," Draco snarled, crawling after him and grabbing Harry's foot, dragging him back.
"No, no!" Harry tried to pull his foot out of Malfoy's grasp, beginning to panic. "I was joking!"
"You think the ‘rape of innocents,’ as you called it, is a joke?" Draco asked, pulling Harry back and putting a knee into the base of the man's back to pin him to the bed. He Summoned his wand and did a spell to unclothe himself.
"No, but I didn't mean it!" Harry yelled, struggling to get away.
Draco was angry and aroused, cock standing stiff. He cast a Incarcerous and Potter was suddenly bound spread-eagle to the bed.
"No!" Harry yelled, pulling at the ropes only to see that they were tight. "Please, I'm sorry! Please don't!"
"Don't what?" Draco growled, kneeling between the other man's legs.
"It hurts when you do it like this," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"Yes, isn't it supposed to?" Draco sneered. "I am evil. Remember? Slytherin, Death Eater and rapist of innocents." He rubbed his cock along the cleft of Harry's arse.
"You're not ... you're not evil," Harry said, feeling tears well up in his eyes. "Please stop ...."
"I raped you in a Death Eater ritual," Draco ground out. "Made you my sex slave. Of course, I am evil." He angled his cock down, pressed against Harry's opening but not yet pushing in.
"But you ... you helped me," Harry said, biting his lip harder when he felt him press down. Malfoy wasn't even going to use lube.
"One good deed does not cancel out a lifetime of misdeeds,” Draco said, not even understanding why he was arguing with Potter. He should shove in and listen to the other man scream. He was a Death Eater and he was supposed to punish Harry, to enjoy hurting him. It was what he had asked for, wasn’t it? He was trembling now.
"But you still did ... you didn't have to," Harry said.
"You know nothing about what I have to do," Draco growled, shaking violently now as he pressed inward. The head of his cock was still slick with oil from before and he didn't shove hard, but it would probably still hurt.
Harry clenched in pain, trying to push him back out. "Please stop, I’m sorry ...."
Draco froze, his blood running cold suddenly as his anger drained away. His mind flashed on himself, writhing on the floor. “Please, Father, I’m sorry,” he heard his own voice begging. He looked down at the pleading man underneath him as if seeing him for the first time and pulled back, scrambling from the bed and heading for the bathroom.
Harry took a few deep breaths as Draco left, not immediately realising what happened. He had to follow him, but he couldn't because of the ropes. He sighed and waited for the pain he knew would come.
Draco made it to the sink, splashing cold water on his face and breathing deep – trying not to vomit again.
The pain hit Harry within the next moment and he screamed from the intensity of it. It seemed worse because he couldn’t move like he wanted to.
Draco was panting and trying to get control of his emotions. His body was trying to force his food up and his eyes were stinging with threatened tears. His head snapped up when he heard the screaming. Fuck. He had forgotten the order for Harry to stay close. He turned and stumbled back into the room.
Harry's screams slowly turned into groans as Draco walked closer, his body shaking as the pain slowly left him.
Draco removed the Rope Spell and crawled onto the bed.
The minute the ropes released him, Harry curled into a ball, rocking and crying.
Without thinking, Draco wrapped his arms around the shaking man, cradling him. "I forgot," he said quietly.
Harry curled up in the blond’s arms, still breathing hard as he tried to calm down. He still wasn't sure of what happened, but he was shocked that Malfoy actually stopped. Why had he stopped? Was it Harry’s begging? Did the other man actually care about what he felt? What did it mean?
Tears that had threatened before now fell from Draco’s eyes, soaking into Harry's dark hair as the man pressed himself against Draco's chest.
Harry could feel the stutter in Malfoy's chest and he slowly looked up at him, startled to see tears. "Why are you crying?" Harry asked softly.
"I don't bloody well know," Draco said, voice half-angry, half-pained and he shut his eyes, still holding Potter.
"I didn't mean to make you upset," Harry said, reaching to touch his cheek.
"You don't make me do anything," Draco snapped. Except get angry and fall apart he thought privately.
Harry sighed, watching Malfoy quietly. It was something else that troubled him and Harry had no idea what to think. It wasn't as if Malfoy would talk to him anyway. So that's how Harry found himself leaning in close, his lips pressing against the blond’s.
Draco's eyes were closed when he felt that first brush of lips against his. His eyes snapped open as Harry pressed his lips over Draco's. He gasped, his mouth opening a little in surprise.
Harry pulled back and looked at his face before he kissed Malfoy again, not fully knowing why he was doing this.
Draco was so stunned he continued to stare at Potter, mouth slightly open and tears still wet on his face.
Harry slipped his tongue inside Draco's open mouth, pressing himself against him even more. It felt nice to just kiss someone after so long.
Draco trembled, Potter's mouth on his felt amazing. Unconsciously, he relaxed into the kiss, hands clutching Harry's body to him with a small moan.
Harry tilted his head as he moved his lips and tongue against Draco's, trying to coax him into kissing him back.
Slowly, Draco began to respond, eyes closing again and tongue sliding against Harry's.
Harry deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Draco's. He pressed his hands against Draco's bare chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Draco's heart was racing and he slid a hand up to the back of Harry's head, sucking on the other man's tongue in his mouth.
Harry moaned quietly in response, breathing hard through his nose. He could taste the salt from Draco's tears and something else that must've been strictly him. Harry liked it.
Draco's free hand slid over the other man's naked back, feeling the skin, bone and muscle. He was sucking and licking at the other man's lips now and trembling with new arousal.
Harry shivered at the touch, his body arching with another moan. He never thought he would willingly get aroused like this, but here he was in Draco's arms.
Draco was lost in the taste and sensation, no longer thinking about the meaning of his actions. He nipped and kissed along the other man's jaw, pulling Harry so he was now astride Draco.
Harry hissed when their cocks touched, his head falling back as he reached to grip Draco's shoulders.
Draco's mouth closed on Harry's neck, sucking at that flesh as he began rocking them together.
Harry groaned, biting his lip as they moved, his entire body feeling like it was on fire.
The friction of their cocks trapped between their two bodies and rubbing against each other was amazing. Draco sucked harder and rocked faster, one hand in Harry's hair gripping hard and the other wrapped around the man's waist, holding him tight.
Harry was sure Draco was going to leave a mark on his neck, but as Harry felt himself get closer with each touch, he found he didn’t care.
Draco released Harry's neck, licked at the dark red mark and then licked his way up the man's neck to his mouth again. He opened his eyes this time, looking at Harry as he brought his lips over the man's.
Harry moaned into the kiss, his eyes opening a bit as his hips jerked against Draco's. "Close," he whispered against his lips, hoping the other man would let him come.
Draco drove his tongue into Harry's mouth and rocked faster knowing he would come soon, too.
Harry had begun to tremble and he had to pull back again, looking at him. "Can I come?" he asked softly.
Draco had forgotten the command. He managed to gasp, "Yes!" before throwing his head back and coming.
Harry came a moment later with a cry, his back arching again. He collapsed against Draco, breathing hard.
Draco was panting and shuddering, literally overwhelmed. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Harry was supposed to be a plaything, a slave. Draco was supposed to be using him.
Harry turned his head, his cheek resting on Draco's chest. He honestly had no idea what he just did, but he couldn't go back and change it now.
Instead of his breathing calming down, Draco was still panting. He was trembling violently and he had no idea what to do now. He should shove Potter away. This was a huge mistake. He couldn't allow himself to care about anyone, let alone Potter.
Harry leaned back when he felt him trembling. "Calm down," he said softly, reaching to touch his shoulder.
Draco knew he was losing control of the situation. The one thing he still strived for in his life was control. He shoved Potter from his lap and scrambled back off the bed.
When he was pushed from Draco's lap Harry was already feeling the pain of telling him what to do. It got stronger within a second and Harry cried out, beginning to writhe on the bed.
"Oh, fucksake, now what?" Draco asked, unaware in his own distress of what Potter had done.
Harry whimpered and jerked, turning over again and again. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lip as he shook.
Draco shook with fear. He should let Potter scream. He was supposed to make him suffer. But he couldn't stand it. "I countermand whichever order you just broke," he said quickly.
Harry stilled, still breathing hard as his body shook with the aftershocks. He glanced at Draco, watching him quietly.
Draco saw that the pain had released Potter. The blond turned and began to pace, still shaking. There had to be a way to save the situation. Falling for Potter was not an option.
Harry continued to watch him, feeling physically and emotionally drained. There was so much going on and Harry didn't know how to handle it. He was sure that was going through Draco's head as well.
Draco stopped, taking several deep breaths before walking over to stand looking down at Potter. "You will get us both killed," he said flatly.
"How?" Harry asked quietly, not moving.
"Your behaviour," Draco said, hands on his hips. "You may not care if you live or die, but I do. If you are not cowering in submissive fear of me the next time they check, we are both going to wind up tied to that post."
"It's not like this changes everything, right?" Harry asked.
"You keep telling me what to do and doing things I have ordered you not to do," Draco snapped. "If I don't punish you severely enough to stop you, He will kill me. How bloody hard is that to understand?"
"I understand. I'm just trying to get used to this. Will you have to punish me in front of him?" Harry asked, biting his lip.
"Yes," Draco said, looking away now, unable to bear the look in the man's face.
"I'll listen. And maybe it's good that you punish me here," Harry said quietly.
Draco looked back, considering what the man said. "So I reinstate all orders given," he said, "with the provision that if you are tied up or otherwise restrained, you do not have to follow me."
"All right ..." Harry said. "I'll only get punished if I disobey, right? Along with the pain ...."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean if I don't listen, you have every right to punish me," Harry murmured.
"I have the right to do whatever I please with you no matter what the reason," Draco drawled.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, nodding.
"But if you do as I wish, I am less likely to physically hurt you," Draco added.
Harry nodded. "I get it." He definitely wouldn't mind less pain.
Draco cast Lavare to clean both of them, still watching Harry cautiously. "You have enjoyed it twice," he said flatly.
"Does that mean I'm gay?" Harry asked softly, looking thoughtful.
Draco snorted and rolled his eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bed, bringing one knee up on the bed and resting his back against one bedpost. "You had never been with a man before?" he asked.
"No," Harry answered honestly, glancing at him.
Draco nodded, taking in the information. "Women?" he asked.
"There was Ginny, but we didn't do much with the war and all," Harry murmured.
Draco's face was impassive as he thought about that. "You never climaxed with another person?" he asked.
"No. Well, now I have," Harry replied, glancing at him.
"When you’d wank, who would you be thinking about?" Draco asked.
"I don't remember ... nice things, I guess. Whatever I saw and liked ...."
"What people?" Draco insisted.
"Girls ... once I thought about a bloke ... it was strange, but it didn't seem to matter," Harry said.
"Which bloke?" Draco asked, curious now.
Harry blushed. "Do I have to answer that? I don't think I remember ...."
"You remember and you have to," Draco said.
"Bill Weasley," Harry admitted finally, flushing at the memory of him.
Draco nodded again. "Definitely a bloke, and a good looking one," he said. "And girls?"
"Ginny, Cho ...." He paused. "And maybe Fleur sometimes ... but I stopped since she got married to Bill."
"You came because I was touching your cock," Draco said with a sigh. "It doesn't mean you are attracted to me."
"Then why did I want to kiss you?" Harry asked.
Draco snorted. "Yes, why did you do that?" he asked.
"Because ... I don't know ... I just wanted to. I got this feeling and I did it." Harry shrugged a bit, looking at him.
Draco shook his head, realising his evening was pretty much gone now. There was no point in going back downstairs now. "We didn't eat dinner," he said. "I suppose you are hungry."
"It's okay," Harry said, still lying down and watching him. "We can eat tomorrow."
Draco got up and pulled the covers back, getting under them. "Go to sleep then," he said, getting comfortable.
Harry moved to the foot of the bed and curled up like he usually did, closing his eyes with a sigh. "Goodnight," he whispered.