Running Away
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Adult ++
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5,000
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19
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Running Away
Title: Running Away
Author: Reyn
Rating: NC-17 for the wonderful wide world of sex. I don’t think parents would appreciate having their children read about two boys having orgasms together…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, the Dark Mark, Hogwarts, or the song Running Away by Hoobastank. Wish I owned Potter and Malfoy though…
Author’s Note: I know there are people out there claiming their songfics are different, but in the end they all turn out the same. Well, I’m not one of those people. This songfic is so unique, that to some of you it may borderline weird. So please keep an open mind when reading. It also helps if you know how the song goes before hand…
This oneshot was recently deleted from FF.net for unspecified reasons (actually, they gave me a list, but this story didn't break any of the rules listed, so I was a bit peeved). I was later told by a third party that it might have been because FF.net no longer allows songfics. I frowned at that, considering it can be argued that this isn't a songfic...oh well.
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RUNNING AWAY
“Oh fuck…ungh…Harry…”
The grip on Harry’s arms tightened as his rhythmic thrusting grew harder. Mentally smirking, Harry gave one particularly hard thrust and stayed in, grinding his cock deep in Draco's ass, his hips moving in a circular motion.
“AHH! Shit!” Draco cried out as his hands flew from Harry’s arms to the sheets beneath him, looking for something to anchor themselves to as Draco’s back arched.
“Fuck!…Oh fuck…Harry…please!” Draco pleaded as he clenched his ass, urging the wizard in him to hurry.
Harry gasped as he felt Draco’s muscles grab him, and he knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Grabbing Draco’s member, he pumped it in time with his thrusts. Once, twice, the third time he buried himself, hitting Draco’s prostate dead on.
“Yes! Ngh! Uh-AHHH!”
Harry watched as Draco’s entire body arched, squirmed and spasmed through his orgasm, as the pleasure overwhelmed the boy’s senses. Suddenly aware of his own release rushing upon him, Harry quickly began pistoning his hips once again as his own world exploded in ecstasy.
Harry’s arms gave out on him and he collapsed onto his elbows as he struggled weakly to keep from crushing the boy beneath him. His fight was short lived as Draco lifted his own arms and wrapped them around Harry’s trembling form, pulling him flush with his body.
For several long minutes, the only sound that filled the room was heavy breathing as both boys held each other while slowly coming down from their high. When he finally found the strength to do so, Harry pulled out of Draco and rolled off to the side, smiling when Draco immediately moved towards him, shivering from the sudden loss of body heat.
Harry pulled Draco into his arms and held him, stroking his sides while watching him drift off to unconsciousness. A sigh of contentment escaped Harry’s lips. After fighting this for so long, Draco had finally relented and given in to the one thing both he and Harry had wanted for so long.
Leaning forward, Harry gently kissed Draco’s temple before pulling back to admire his pale, yet perfect body. Harry’s fingers tenderly traced down the unblemished skin as his eyes took in the beauty of it all.
An odd shadow on Draco’s arm gave Harry pause as he leaned forward to get a closer look. Frowning slightly, Harry softly turned Draco’s arm to get a better look when his insides suddenly froze.
No. It couldn’t be.
There on Draco’s left arm staring almost mockingly back at Harry was a skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth. It was the Dark Mark.
Harry pulled himself back sharply, as if he had been burned. Shaking his head disbelievingly, he sat up and crawled towards the edge of the bed, searching the floor for his discarded clothes.
His sudden movement roused Draco from his light slumber.
“Harry? What’re y’doing?” Draco mumbled.
“Nothing.” Came Harry’s almost sharp reply. “Go back to sleep.”
Pouting as he watched Harry stand and grab his boxers without even sparing him a backwards glance, Draco reached out to drag Harry back to bed when he stopped.
There, glaring out against his almost pastel skin was his mark of loyalty. A loyalty obviously made to the wrong side. Shit. He forgot to place the Concealment Charm.
“Harry?” Draco asked almost fearfully as Harry pulled on his pants.
This time Harry looked back, his expression sporting anger, sadness, and betrayal.
“It has nothing to do with us or my decision.” Draco said as he too got up and began pulling on his own boxers.
Harry simply scoffed. “Do you really expect me to believe that? Especially with your ‘oh so perfect’ timing.”
Draco quickly finished putting on his pants on moved to stand in front of Harry. “I swear on Merlin’s grave, love. You’ve got to believe me.”
“Why?” Harry asked as he turned to pick up his shirt. “Why didn’t you just refuse it?”
“Why are you acting so shocked at the fact that I did take it?” Draco demanded.
“I…I don’t what you to give it all up, live your life collecting dust.” Harry said pitifully.
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “And I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. You’re not giving us a chance to be!”
This hit a nerve with Harry, considering he spent months chasing after Draco in the first place.
“And I don’t need you to be by my side to tell me that everything’s alright.” Harry snapped. “I just wanted you to tell me the truth. You know I’d do that for you! So why are you running away?”
“Me?” Draco countered. “You’re the one who suddenly can’t stand to be in the same room as me! Why are you running away?”
Harry turned, yanking on his robe. “I’ve tried hard enough to show you that I was willing to give and sacrifice. But this…”
“And I was the one who was lifting you up when you thought your life had had enough!” Draco said as he waved his arm in the air, reminding Harry of the day he found him in the Astronomy tower. “So don’t you go telling me -.”
Harry snorted, interrupting Draco. “Yeah, and after that when I got too close, you’d turn away; nothing that I could or say-.”
“But I’m here now, damn it! What do you want from me?” Draco pleaded.
“What, Malfoy? What? Now I need you to tell me the truth! You know I’d do that for you! So why are you running away?” Harry cried, struggling to understand.
“ ‘Why are you running away’?” Draco echoed as he finished buttoning up his shirt. “Do you really see it like that? Just because I’m supporting my beliefs doesn’t mean…”
Draco trailed off as he saw Harry move by the door, ready to just leave. “Harry? What…”
“Is it me?” Harry asked quietly. His eyes refused to meet Draco’s as if he were scared of finding out the real answer.
“Is it you? No! What would it be?” Draco moved forward, hoping to stop Harry from walking out now that he was finally in his life.
“Its just…there’s nothing that I can do to make you change your mind, is there?” Harry looked and hesitated before asking again. “So, is it me?”
Draco could feel the anger rising in his chest. He just told the Scar head it wasn’t him! The insensitive, uncaring, and ever-cold Malfoy came rising to the surface as he started spouting Harry’s words back at him.
“ ‘Is it me’?!” He said angrily. “I don’t know, Potter, is it you? Ever the hero, ready to take the bloody blame when you hit the slightest bump! Please! ‘Nothing that I can do’! You haven’t even tried and you’re giving up on me already! Is it a waste of time? Is that all I am to you, Potter? Well, let me ask you something. Is it me?”
“Is it you?” Harry asked in shock.
“Yes, Potter, me! You don’t even give me a chance to bloody explain myself before you go running off, ready to drop it all without a second thought!” Draco yelled. “So obviously it’s my fault! Have you even considered the risk I’m taking just to make this happen?”
“Damn it Malfoy! You’re on the side that wants me dead! How the hell am I supposed to trust you now?” Harry shouted back. “You can sit there and promise me and swear to me, but all that can be manipulated by Voldemort, even if your intentions are good! He’s a bloody mind reader, so he’ll know! You may not tell him, and he may not acknowledge it, but he’ll twist it, and use it to get to me! It just isn’t safe for us! Did you even consider any of that as you stood there and let him brand your arm like fucking cattle?!”
Draco paled. He hadn’t thought of any of that. Harry was right. Fear clenched Draco’s heart.
“There’s…nothing that I can do to make you change your mind…is there?” he asked quietly.
Harry looked sadly at him. “I’d never let you spy. It’s far too dangerous. You’d have to give up Voldemort, your family, and your beliefs. Are you willing to do that, Draco?”
Silence.
“Then I’m sorry. No.” With that Harry turned and left the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
So why are you running away?
Harry sighed as Draco’s words circled through his mind.
Why are you running away?
Maybe he was running away. But it was the only way. Too many of his loved ones had died at the hands of the Dark Lord, and Harry doubted he could handle the loss of anymore.
Angrily shoving back his feelings of regret, Harry fought to continue walking forward; to not turn and run back to the room. To Draco. He bit his lip as a flood of tears streamed down his face, knowing that this was the only way.
So why are you running away?
Draco stood there, Harry’s question echoing through his mind.
Why are you running away?
Had he really run away? Before, with Harry’s relentless pursuing, Draco had felt like rebelling against it. It was all a game of cat and mouse to him. So he had taken the game to the extreme, and asked to receive the Dark Mark, a decision he now deeply regretted.
Standing alone in the now empty room, Draco could feel a single tear making its way down his cheek as his emotions began to overwhelm him. Falling to his knees, Draco let out a loud sob as he started to cry, cursing the gods for not seeing it all before.
-Fin-
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End Note: Wah! This is my first fic that was devoid of all humor! So sad!! I hate unhappy endings!
So, was this little songfic different enough for you all? Too different? LoL. For those of you wondering where the lyrics were, look closely at the dialogue. Once again, the song is Running Away by Hoobastank. Unfortunately, it doesn’t quite fit with the song the way I wrote it, but if you jest listen to the song itself and picture Draco and Harry yelling at each other, then it sort of works…
This isn’t really my best work…doesn’t quite make sense in some places…but it is my first little Harry/Draco smut, so please let me know what you think!
Author: Reyn
Rating: NC-17 for the wonderful wide world of sex. I don’t think parents would appreciate having their children read about two boys having orgasms together…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, the Dark Mark, Hogwarts, or the song Running Away by Hoobastank. Wish I owned Potter and Malfoy though…
Author’s Note: I know there are people out there claiming their songfics are different, but in the end they all turn out the same. Well, I’m not one of those people. This songfic is so unique, that to some of you it may borderline weird. So please keep an open mind when reading. It also helps if you know how the song goes before hand…
This oneshot was recently deleted from FF.net for unspecified reasons (actually, they gave me a list, but this story didn't break any of the rules listed, so I was a bit peeved). I was later told by a third party that it might have been because FF.net no longer allows songfics. I frowned at that, considering it can be argued that this isn't a songfic...oh well.
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RUNNING AWAY
“Oh fuck…ungh…Harry…”
The grip on Harry’s arms tightened as his rhythmic thrusting grew harder. Mentally smirking, Harry gave one particularly hard thrust and stayed in, grinding his cock deep in Draco's ass, his hips moving in a circular motion.
“AHH! Shit!” Draco cried out as his hands flew from Harry’s arms to the sheets beneath him, looking for something to anchor themselves to as Draco’s back arched.
“Fuck!…Oh fuck…Harry…please!” Draco pleaded as he clenched his ass, urging the wizard in him to hurry.
Harry gasped as he felt Draco’s muscles grab him, and he knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Grabbing Draco’s member, he pumped it in time with his thrusts. Once, twice, the third time he buried himself, hitting Draco’s prostate dead on.
“Yes! Ngh! Uh-AHHH!”
Harry watched as Draco’s entire body arched, squirmed and spasmed through his orgasm, as the pleasure overwhelmed the boy’s senses. Suddenly aware of his own release rushing upon him, Harry quickly began pistoning his hips once again as his own world exploded in ecstasy.
Harry’s arms gave out on him and he collapsed onto his elbows as he struggled weakly to keep from crushing the boy beneath him. His fight was short lived as Draco lifted his own arms and wrapped them around Harry’s trembling form, pulling him flush with his body.
For several long minutes, the only sound that filled the room was heavy breathing as both boys held each other while slowly coming down from their high. When he finally found the strength to do so, Harry pulled out of Draco and rolled off to the side, smiling when Draco immediately moved towards him, shivering from the sudden loss of body heat.
Harry pulled Draco into his arms and held him, stroking his sides while watching him drift off to unconsciousness. A sigh of contentment escaped Harry’s lips. After fighting this for so long, Draco had finally relented and given in to the one thing both he and Harry had wanted for so long.
Leaning forward, Harry gently kissed Draco’s temple before pulling back to admire his pale, yet perfect body. Harry’s fingers tenderly traced down the unblemished skin as his eyes took in the beauty of it all.
An odd shadow on Draco’s arm gave Harry pause as he leaned forward to get a closer look. Frowning slightly, Harry softly turned Draco’s arm to get a better look when his insides suddenly froze.
No. It couldn’t be.
There on Draco’s left arm staring almost mockingly back at Harry was a skull with a serpent protruding from its mouth. It was the Dark Mark.
Harry pulled himself back sharply, as if he had been burned. Shaking his head disbelievingly, he sat up and crawled towards the edge of the bed, searching the floor for his discarded clothes.
His sudden movement roused Draco from his light slumber.
“Harry? What’re y’doing?” Draco mumbled.
“Nothing.” Came Harry’s almost sharp reply. “Go back to sleep.”
Pouting as he watched Harry stand and grab his boxers without even sparing him a backwards glance, Draco reached out to drag Harry back to bed when he stopped.
There, glaring out against his almost pastel skin was his mark of loyalty. A loyalty obviously made to the wrong side. Shit. He forgot to place the Concealment Charm.
“Harry?” Draco asked almost fearfully as Harry pulled on his pants.
This time Harry looked back, his expression sporting anger, sadness, and betrayal.
“It has nothing to do with us or my decision.” Draco said as he too got up and began pulling on his own boxers.
Harry simply scoffed. “Do you really expect me to believe that? Especially with your ‘oh so perfect’ timing.”
Draco quickly finished putting on his pants on moved to stand in front of Harry. “I swear on Merlin’s grave, love. You’ve got to believe me.”
“Why?” Harry asked as he turned to pick up his shirt. “Why didn’t you just refuse it?”
“Why are you acting so shocked at the fact that I did take it?” Draco demanded.
“I…I don’t what you to give it all up, live your life collecting dust.” Harry said pitifully.
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “And I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. You’re not giving us a chance to be!”
This hit a nerve with Harry, considering he spent months chasing after Draco in the first place.
“And I don’t need you to be by my side to tell me that everything’s alright.” Harry snapped. “I just wanted you to tell me the truth. You know I’d do that for you! So why are you running away?”
“Me?” Draco countered. “You’re the one who suddenly can’t stand to be in the same room as me! Why are you running away?”
Harry turned, yanking on his robe. “I’ve tried hard enough to show you that I was willing to give and sacrifice. But this…”
“And I was the one who was lifting you up when you thought your life had had enough!” Draco said as he waved his arm in the air, reminding Harry of the day he found him in the Astronomy tower. “So don’t you go telling me -.”
Harry snorted, interrupting Draco. “Yeah, and after that when I got too close, you’d turn away; nothing that I could or say-.”
“But I’m here now, damn it! What do you want from me?” Draco pleaded.
“What, Malfoy? What? Now I need you to tell me the truth! You know I’d do that for you! So why are you running away?” Harry cried, struggling to understand.
“ ‘Why are you running away’?” Draco echoed as he finished buttoning up his shirt. “Do you really see it like that? Just because I’m supporting my beliefs doesn’t mean…”
Draco trailed off as he saw Harry move by the door, ready to just leave. “Harry? What…”
“Is it me?” Harry asked quietly. His eyes refused to meet Draco’s as if he were scared of finding out the real answer.
“Is it you? No! What would it be?” Draco moved forward, hoping to stop Harry from walking out now that he was finally in his life.
“Its just…there’s nothing that I can do to make you change your mind, is there?” Harry looked and hesitated before asking again. “So, is it me?”
Draco could feel the anger rising in his chest. He just told the Scar head it wasn’t him! The insensitive, uncaring, and ever-cold Malfoy came rising to the surface as he started spouting Harry’s words back at him.
“ ‘Is it me’?!” He said angrily. “I don’t know, Potter, is it you? Ever the hero, ready to take the bloody blame when you hit the slightest bump! Please! ‘Nothing that I can do’! You haven’t even tried and you’re giving up on me already! Is it a waste of time? Is that all I am to you, Potter? Well, let me ask you something. Is it me?”
“Is it you?” Harry asked in shock.
“Yes, Potter, me! You don’t even give me a chance to bloody explain myself before you go running off, ready to drop it all without a second thought!” Draco yelled. “So obviously it’s my fault! Have you even considered the risk I’m taking just to make this happen?”
“Damn it Malfoy! You’re on the side that wants me dead! How the hell am I supposed to trust you now?” Harry shouted back. “You can sit there and promise me and swear to me, but all that can be manipulated by Voldemort, even if your intentions are good! He’s a bloody mind reader, so he’ll know! You may not tell him, and he may not acknowledge it, but he’ll twist it, and use it to get to me! It just isn’t safe for us! Did you even consider any of that as you stood there and let him brand your arm like fucking cattle?!”
Draco paled. He hadn’t thought of any of that. Harry was right. Fear clenched Draco’s heart.
“There’s…nothing that I can do to make you change your mind…is there?” he asked quietly.
Harry looked sadly at him. “I’d never let you spy. It’s far too dangerous. You’d have to give up Voldemort, your family, and your beliefs. Are you willing to do that, Draco?”
Silence.
“Then I’m sorry. No.” With that Harry turned and left the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
So why are you running away?
Harry sighed as Draco’s words circled through his mind.
Why are you running away?
Maybe he was running away. But it was the only way. Too many of his loved ones had died at the hands of the Dark Lord, and Harry doubted he could handle the loss of anymore.
Angrily shoving back his feelings of regret, Harry fought to continue walking forward; to not turn and run back to the room. To Draco. He bit his lip as a flood of tears streamed down his face, knowing that this was the only way.
So why are you running away?
Draco stood there, Harry’s question echoing through his mind.
Why are you running away?
Had he really run away? Before, with Harry’s relentless pursuing, Draco had felt like rebelling against it. It was all a game of cat and mouse to him. So he had taken the game to the extreme, and asked to receive the Dark Mark, a decision he now deeply regretted.
Standing alone in the now empty room, Draco could feel a single tear making its way down his cheek as his emotions began to overwhelm him. Falling to his knees, Draco let out a loud sob as he started to cry, cursing the gods for not seeing it all before.
-Fin-
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End Note: Wah! This is my first fic that was devoid of all humor! So sad!! I hate unhappy endings!
So, was this little songfic different enough for you all? Too different? LoL. For those of you wondering where the lyrics were, look closely at the dialogue. Once again, the song is Running Away by Hoobastank. Unfortunately, it doesn’t quite fit with the song the way I wrote it, but if you jest listen to the song itself and picture Draco and Harry yelling at each other, then it sort of works…
This isn’t really my best work…doesn’t quite make sense in some places…but it is my first little Harry/Draco smut, so please let me know what you think!