The broken, The unwanted, and The Inhuman.

~You have the uncontrollable urge to read and then review my story...
You WILL read and review... You WILL read and reveiw!!
Oh, yeah and.. I'm not trying to use jedi mind tricks on you..~

----------------------------------------
----------------------------------------

Harry watched Draco's reaction after he punched him. Prepared to duck into his room, or punch him again if need be. Punching him hadn't been his first idea, but it seemed to fit at the time. After Draco called him "stupid, ungrateful and spoiled" he had lost it.

Harry didn't know what was going to happen next. But the effects of Draco's magic, a full meal and his own lack of energy, was beginning to get to him. Harry had had enough adrenaline for a short fight, if necessary, but he wasn't so sure that he could win.

But he had to make Draco pay for what he said. The thoughts and words of the Dursley’s where echoing in his head were too loud for him to ignore. Harry had to hit him, his pride wouldn't allow anything less.

Draco turned and looked back to Harry. Harry was expecting hate, pain, anger even Avoidance (Cold shoulder) from Draco. Not the look he was receiving, that of a hungry stalking animal. Or the explosion of lust, hate and primal urges that lit up the back of his mind like Christmas tree’s.

"Oh... Fuck." Was all Harry could say before Draco gave him a wide grin then a growl as he wiped a small drop of blood that was coming from the side of his mouth, with his robe sleeve. It was as if he were challenging Harry to make the next move.

Harry realized then that he had messed up... he had messed up, big time.

Harry immediately tried to make a mad dash for his room; the door to the right, in an attempt to get away from now frenzied Draco.

But before he made it to his door, Harry felt himself being literally picked up and then thrown.

Before he knew it, he was laid out, flat on his back, on the sofa that was in the middle of the room.

And a moment later, Draco was right on top of him.

----------------------------------------
----------------------------------------

Draco's POV

I pressed harder against my mate, knowing that the softness below him should be enough to cushion him. If not, oh well, it was the softest it the room, he couldn't complain. I wasn't going to be gentle this time; I never was.

I pressed my lower body into his, not caring that he was still wearing clothes and those damn Gryffindor robes he seemed to favor. I was already between his legs and I was sure to put pressure where I knew he would want it the most. The harsher and the rougher were much better, in my opinion. My mate had to learn where he belonged.

I poured ALL of my Veela magic into him, rubbing harder against him as I looked directly into my mate's eyes. I wanted to see his face… every grimace, every sigh, and every moan. I wanted to see it to prove to myself, and my mate, that he was MINE.

I watched my mate every time I pressed harder and harder against him, dry humping him, and slamming our bodies against one another. I wasn't going to show how much pleasure this gave me, and this did give me pleasure.

At first my mate screamed in pain, protest and discomfort, and winced at the harsh pressure I was applying to him. Around the third time I rammed into him, he tried to push me away, but it would NEVER work, he would never get me off of him. No one could… he was my mate, and I'd be damned if anyone would stop this, even him.

Around the fifth time his eyes glassed over, he gasped with pleasure as he wrapped his arms around my back.

I rammed my body into his more, my Veela magic now spiraling in circles around us.

Around the eighth time I crashed our bodies into one another, something blissful happened, something cosmic, something heavenly, and something… ungodly.

My mate tossed his head back and moaned loudly in pleasure.


----------------------------------------
----------------------------------------

Harry's POV


"Oh… MY FUCKING… GOD!!" I screamed as my nails clawed at his back now, my mind so foggy I could barely think as he crashed into me, again and again.

Oh JESUS FUCKING CHRIST this felt great! OH FUCKING GOD he’s, he’s going so fast, I think I'm going to explode.

The weariness, the pleasure and the desire running through my body and mind all at once was too much. I couldn't deny this, I couldn't fight it, and DEAR GOD I did want it!

Every crash of fabric, flesh and pressure was sending a blast of pleasure through me like I have never had before. The rawness of the contact between us, physically and mentally was torture. And he crashed into me RELENTLESSLY. Again and AGAIN, OVER and OVER and now… OH FUCK, HE WAS GOING EVEN FASTER!

My nails scratched down his back, hard and mercilessly, as he rammed harder into my body, now moaning and grunting along with me. My body started to arch towards his, wanting more, more, MORE! More pleasure, more rawness, more ANYTHING as my body tried to absorb wave after wave of what he was giving me.

I felt like I was drunk, like this was a dream. I was floating on a cloud-like abyss. It was like all I could sense, all I could see, all I could feel at the moment was pleasure and desire. I was hopeless against it; there was no fighting or stopping this.

I yelled again as he started in on me even harder, blunter, more raw and my body was overcome with it. He whispered things in my ear but I was so entranced I couldn’t resister his words, just his breath on my neck and his lips by my ear. Was it even humanly POSSIBLE to feel all of this... AT ONCE!?

I gripped onto him for dear life as the pounding, gasping and pleasure ensued, building up painfully in my lower body. But he didn't stop, he didn't slow, he didn't relent.

Even as I could feel it coming closer, I yelled out a warning, maybe two words, but he didn't stop… he didn't relent.

Both of our bodies prepared for the ending. It got so painful, so restricted, so barred that I held my breath, nearly biting through my lip as he continued. I felt the explosive ending coming closer, and closer and CLOSER... until it felt like my groin, lungs, mind and heart exploded all at once, ripping me to pieces as we came.

My arms fell limp at my sides...

Draco collapsed on top of me...

I gasped for air…

He murmured to me…

I tried to fight through the fog and the after-pleasure…

He basked in it…

I tried stay awake…

I Failed.


----------------------------------------
----------------------------------------

Draco's POV

I took in my mate's scent as I lay on top of him, the scent of our love mixing with other smells within the room.

How great was this moment?

How bloody perfect was what had just happened?

NOTHING! Nothing in this world, besides the moment I would truly take him as mine, was as great as this moment was right now.

He was mine...

He belonged to me...

I owned him, I controlled him...

And he would know it before long.

I waited until my pleasure high was gone, then I sat up. My mate was still asleep, worn from what had just occurred. I smirked at him as I cast a few charms, walked a few feet, and before long both my mate and I were lying, comfortable and clean, in my bed. The blankets pulled over us, the pillows soft behind our heads and for now, both of us without a care in the world.

I brushed his hair away from his sleeping face, and then wrapped an arm around him, so even in his sleep he would know he was mine. I sighed contently and closed my own eyes.

Yes, now I was sure of it…

The moment was perfect.