Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

**Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son

It ain\'t the mark or the scar that makes you one**





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Draco was pacing around his living room, furiously patting away the dust that was gathering on his shoulders.





“Reparo!” he shouted, in order to give the bust of his father another go-around.





He swished his wand frantically again, causing another explosion of pulverized marble, while he swept back around the other side of the couch. As he came around and reached the door he paused once again, staring wistfully at the spot directly to the right of the portal. He shook his head, and then commenced his tirade with another detonation of the statuette.





All the while he was muttering oaths against the former Gryffindor Golden Boy, swearing against his inability to stand up and be a man. He couldn’t stand the thought that Harry had indulged Draco in giving him his greatest fantasy, almost gave him everything he ever wanted, and then had taken it all back by being a pansy-assed, suck-up, door-mat of what can only be called a man due to anatomy.





The tightness in Draco’s chest was beginning to beg for attention, but he was doing everything he possibly could think of to stop himself from breaking down and crying. If he cried he would be admitting defeat. And he was not about to let Harry tease him like this. Draco WOULD have him back. He was going to make Harry drop that red-headed skank if it was the last thing he did. Of course, it couldn’t be the absolute last. Otherwise there’d be no point.







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Harry sat in the library, buried deep in a book that was clearly older than even his great-grandfather had to be. A thoughtful expression skewed his features, and he paused in his reading to look up in the air, as if it held the answer to a question on his mind. Suddenly shaking his head rather furiously, he returned his gaze to the pages in his hand and flipped to the next one, so as to continue the story.





Ginny walked into the library, sneaking softly to rest her elbows on the back of the overstuffed armchair, in order to tease Harry into asking who she was. Clearly startled at first, he then grabbed her by the fore-arms and yanked just forcefully enough to disturb her tip-toe perch, effectively landing her somewhat upside-down in his lap. They both laughed, and Harry deftly landed a rather deep kiss on the ginger’s lips. Both settled into the exchange, quite content with themselves.





Draco stood outside the library’s window, taking in the scene, quite disgusted with the entire affair. He felt a touch queasy, and his heart ached with a sharp pang. He wasn’t at all sure what he’d intended to do once he’d arrived at Harry’s house, but he got the impression that any and all attempts at anything would have been in vain. He sluggishly turned and apparated on the spot, unknowingly raising the kissing couple from their reverie as the crack resounded and disappeared.





Harry stared after the spot he knew had been previously occupied by a certain blonde that simply would not leave his brain in peace. Only the persistent fingers of his paramour were enough to snap his attentions back to the current situation at hand.







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“Ginny, I’m going out for a while, just get some fresh air.”





“Alright, just be sure to be back by four, we’re having family dinner. Mrs. Tonks is bringing Teddy, and Bill is bringing Victoire.”





“Alright, love.”





The door slammed shut, and Ginny watched the closed portal for a moment before shaking it off, and returning to her preparations. After all, it wasn’t every day that the entire Weasley and Potter clan got together. It only happened once a week, and everything had to be special.







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Harry sat at a non-descript café in the middle of Diagon Alley. He wasn’t too concerned about where he had to be, he simply didn’t want to be home. He sipped a non-descript coffee drink, taking in that fresh air he had mentioned to Ginny before leaving. Small trips away like this were honestly the only think keeping him sane. He kept getting an itch for something else. He knew what that something else was, but he tried not to pay much mind to it. In fact the almost two years since the “incident” (as he liked to title it in his mind) was relatively free from thoughts of Draco. But every once in a while, when he was able to get really quiet, the Ice Prince would slip his way into Harry’s field of imagination.





Like today…





So it didn’t faze him when he actually saw a shock of blonde hair passing by in his field of vision. It didn’t even occur to him that it was special that this blonde had deeply pale skin. Nor that he was quite as tall as he was. Nor that he had piercing ice blue eyes. And the imperious sneer fixed in place was still nothing to startle Harry out of his day-dreaming. These days it was hard for him to ascertain exactly what was in his mind and what was real.





It was his voice that shook Harry to the core.





That deep, sultry, and commanding voice gave him goose-bumps. That’s how he knew it was real.





“Draco?”





Blue eyes snapped to his green. Blue eyes widened, and the pale blonde shrunk back enough to prove he was concerned about his proximity. He quickly scanned the view around them, decided Ginny was nowhere near, and came closer, forgetting whoever he was talking to.





“Harry. Hi.”





“Draco, sit down.”





Harry wasn’t even thinking about what he was saying or doing; just reacting on instinct. Draco was clearly more skittish, but (considering he would do anything to have Harry) consented, and sat down quickly, if not shakily.





The two stared at each-other, and a slight flush, made all the more prominent, spread across Draco’s cheeks. Harry was suddenly quite unsure what to say, but was happy to take in the blonde. He looked a little lighter, a little skinnier. He was still beautiful, but slightly gaunt. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have guessed Draco was losing a bit of his luster with life. Little did he know, Draco was thinking the same thing about him.





The silent tension was growing just on this side of uncomfortable, so Harry cleared his throat a little awkwardly, but at the same time Draco had. Both smiled a little sheepishly, and Harry broke in with a, “How have you been?”





Draco smirked, as if the answer were an obvious ‘duh’, and Harry’s gaze dropped to the table.





“Draco, I’m sorry…”





Harry’s sudden, yet clumsy, apology was met with narrowed eyes. The rigid wall that seemed to be crumbling between them suddenly righted itself, and the air almost seemed oppressive.





“Sorry?”





Harry tried his best not to look away from the even icier-than-normal stare.





“Did you just apologize to me? For what, exactly?”





Harry’s throat seemed intent upon holding onto the lump he just could not seem to swallow. His lip trembling, he tried his hardest not to break down and reach for the other man’s hand.





“Draco-“





“Harry, do you know what I went through after you showed me away from your door? How much I wanted what you did to me? How much I wanted to tear that little ginger bitch out of your arms and make you mine? For months I wasn’t even able to leave my house. I didn’t want to. I was so convinced that if I couldn’t have the one thing in life that I ever really wanted, then what was the point. I was wasting away because I didn’t want anything else.”





Harry wanted to ask the question hanging in the air. He was so afraid of the answer, however, that his mouth could open, but his throat just wouldn’t. Draco didn’t need to hear the words, though, and offered the answer of his own volition.





“It was my mother. She told me that I was going to at least make the future Malfoy name respectable, even if the past Malfoy name was mud.”





He rolled his eyes, missing the obvious tense relief in Harry face. Being the ever brave and hopelessly clueless Gryffindor his was, however, Harry let loose a very simple and indelibly clear statement.



“Oh, thank Merlin.”



Draco snapped to attention, searching Harry’s face for his meaning.



“What did you say?”



“What?”



Harry had no idea what he had said was out-loud, let alone audible. His meaning became clear after only a few moments of examination. The dawn of recognition lightened Draco’s features, and a small smile warmed his appearance even further.





“You thought I met someone else.”



Harry dropped his stare to the table in front of them, slightly ashamed that he’d even felt that way, and then at having gotten caught.





“Harry-“





Harry pulled his hand away, just as Draco reached for it.





“Draco, I’m not gay.”





So simple a statement, so heavy a weight… Draco wasn’t buying it, though.





“Harry, I was there, remember?”





“I don’t care. I’m not gay. I don’t know what I’m feeling- Merlin, what I’ve been feeling for two sodding years- but I know that I am not gay. I do NOT get my jollies from thinking about men’s crotches, bath houses do not get me excited, I don’t give a fig if I’m wearing a striped shirt with a printed bottom… I’m. Not. Gay.





Draco stared at the object of his obsession. Said ‘object’ shook his head, almost violently, and made to rise. Draco shot up, startling those around them (as if that speech hadn’t risen a few eyebrows), and grabbed Harry’s shoulders.





“Harry, you don’t have to be any of those things to be gay!”





The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow, in a perfect imitation of the Slytherin before him, and Draco blushed ever so slightly.





“Well, that whole crotch thing helps.”





“You see? It doesn’t do it for me. Draco, I just can’t-“





Harry broke away and made for the exit of the bistro patio, heading for the alley, in attempts at a smooth getaway. Draco dashed after, begging whatever powers there may be to just let things go his way.





“Harry!”





“Draco, please… I can’t do this, I can’t see you, it just makes me…”





“Uncomfortable? Don’t you think that has to mean something?”





Harry took in Draco’s form, hair mussed from the quick scurry, lips apart and panting softly. His breath hitched, and he took a deep breath.





“Yeah, it means I’m afraid you’re going to make me do something I don’t want…”





“Are you sure you don’t want it, Harry?”





Draco dropped his voice to a husky whisper, emphasizing the other boy’s name. Harry’s insides quivered at hearing his name spoken that way. His own breath sped, and he gazed hard into the slightly shorter’s eyes; pain evident in both men’s features.





“Draco…”





“Harry, I want you. I need you. I- love you… I have for a long time.”





Tears threatened to spill down Draco’s cheeks at how vulnerable this admission made him feel, but there was no turning back now. If this didn’t work, right here, then he would have to give up hope forever.





“Such a long time,” he breathed.





Blue eyes searched Harry’s face for any sign that he was welcome, or even for disgust that Draco could feel this way. He saw neither. Harry’s face was a map of trepidation, anxiety, and… arousal? Draco couldn’t stop himself, he needed it so badly. He leaned in, raised just enough on tip-toe to reach, and placed his lips on Harry’s. Not offering or testing; simply taking what he needed, a kiss that could be his good bye.





A small noise erupted from Harry’s throat, and without warning he wrapped his arms around the smaller form, turning and shoving him against the hard brick wall and deepening and returning the kiss. A shuddering whimper floated from Draco’s throat, and he was so grateful for the return, and ready at any moment for a sudden scornful rebuff, that he started to cry with all the emotions wracking his body.





The kiss never ended, however; Harry desperately ran his hands all over Draco’s body, not able to get enough of the hard flesh, the unyielding musculature that was nothing like a woman’s soft skin. He wanted to taste everything and he couldn’t stand it, but he also couldn’t stop himself. He moved his mouth from Draco’s and planted biting kisses over the length of his neck, molding his body to the other’s. Draco could feel the heat of Harry’s length through his robes. The thought of having it again let loose another chocked sob. He stretched his head back as far as he could against the wall, begging for just more of everything, offering more neck for Harry to consume. He was so caught up in all of the sensations, breathing so heavily, so in shock that it was even happening (again?) that he thought for sure he was going to pass out.





He was only coherent enough to make out the needy words whispered in his ears because the lips whispering them were no longer kissing his neck.





“I’m going to fuck you”





Draco somehow managed a simple choked reply.





“Thank you.”





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**You\'ll never make me leave

I wear this on my sleeve

Give me a reason to believe**