Twist of Fate

Title: Twist of Fate
Author: Sevfan
Rating: NC–17
Warnings: Slash
Beta: Dorothy – Thanks so much for the time you put into this. You’re a doll!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters, much to my great chagrin. I have only borrowed them for your amusement (hopefully!).

Summary: Based on a 500 word drabble written for the Hex Files February Challenge; must have a love / romance theme, must call upon or praise at least one love and/or lust god/dess and use the words: engorged, torrid, ancillary. This is the expanded version of that drabble.


Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Seventeen-year-old Harry Potter sat under the tree, his back against the wide trunk with his long legs pulled up to his chest. His was surrounded by textbooks and scraps of parchment, all of which were untouched. He had the good intention of studying and completing at least one of his essays but somehow he could face none of it. He felt decidedly alone, Ron and Hermione being off somewhere doing what came naturally to a teenaged couple in love. He was happy for them but at the same time he was jealous, jealous that they had something he had never had – love. Harry sighed and picked up a book.

“Well, well, all alone, Scarhead?” came a familiar voice.

Harry looked up in contempt. “Piss off, Malfoy.”

“Tsk, tsk, such hostility in someone so young.”

“That’s rich coming from you!”

Draco ignored his words. “Where are the Weasel and the Mudblood? Have they abandoned you at last? Have they finally come to their senses?”

“I told you to leave!” cried Harry angrily.

“Did I hit a raw nerve? Is that why you’re out here ALL ALONE?” smirked Draco.

“I’m warning you.”

Draco laughed. “Ooo- I’m so scared.”

The sudden urge to wipe the smarmy grin from Malfoy’s face with his bare hands caused Harry to lunge. Draco’s reflexes were quick and he managed to block Harry’s punch. Before they knew what was happening, both young men found themselves entangled on the ground, each fighting for dominance over the other. Draco was soon pinned with his arms over his head. As Malfoy struggled beneath him, Harry came to a startling realisation.

“Malfoy, you’re…you’re hard!”

The blonde grinned up and replied, “No harder than you, Potter.”

Harry quickly assessed the situation and he did the only thing he could think of – he kissed Malfoy soundly. When Malfoy kissed back, he let go of his arms and the blonde’s hands found their way to Harry’s firm arse. They clutched at one another desperately, grinding their aching erections together and snogging until they each came with a shuddering groan.

Harry rolled off onto the grass and the two boys lay side by side, panting and wondering what the hell had just happened. Harry was too embarrassed to move. He wished with all his might that Malfoy would just get up and leave him to face his humiliation in privacy. So, Harry waited and waited but Draco did not stir.

“This is ridiculous,” said Harry to himself. “Um, Malfoy, I…I suppose we should be heading back.”

Not waiting for Draco to answer, Harry got up and began to gather his things, still hoping that Malfoy would slink off while his back was turned. Having crammed everything back into his bag, Harry had no choice but to turn around. Malfoy sat on the ground, looking up at him with a very curious expression.

“Malfoy, are you coming?”

“I believe I just did, Potter,” smirked Draco.

Harry turned a brilliant shade of crimson as he tried to think of some witty remark to counter Draco’s bon mot, but the ability to form a coherent sentence seemed to have escaped him. Draco suddenly withdrew his wand and pointed it at Harry, causing him to jump back in fright.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy! What do you think you’re doing? You won’t get away with it.”

Draco looked at Harry like he had gone completely barmy. “You mean this?” he asked as he spoke the incantation. “I didn’t know cleaning spells had been made illegal. How can I ever thank you for sharing such important information with a poor little Slytherin such as myself,” said Draco with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

Harry’s cheeks burned like fire. “Thanks, I guess,” offered Harry as he pushed by Malfoy and started the trek back down to Hogwarts. He soon felt a presence beside him, one that he refused to acknowledge. Harry kept his eyes straight ahead and walked purposefully onward.

“That never happened,” said Draco as they entered the door.

“What never happened?” replied Harry.

“Good, we understand one another completely.”

They parted ways and went about their usual business of disdaining one another. Two days after the “incident” as Harry liked to call it, a note suddenly appeared on his desk. After ascertaining that no one else had noticed, he swept the parchment quickly into his pocket and read it after class was dismissed. It was short and to the point: 8:00, Quidditch pitch, come alone.

Harry had no doubt who the note was from; why he had sent it was another matter all together. He sauntered onto the deserted pitch and was not disappointed to find Draco waiting for him.

“What do you want, Malfoy? Why have you called me here?” asked Harry.

“It’s not for your scintillating conversation, that’s for sure,” sneered Draco as he approached Harry with a swaggering gait.

Harry found himself suddenly pressed up against a wooden post with Malfoy’s tongue thrusting into his mouth. Malfoy could kiss; Harry had to give him that. His kisses were nothing like the one he had shared with Cho. Her lips had left him feeling cold and uninterested. Draco’s on the other hand left him breathless, burning with desire, wanting and needing more. Draco smiled into the kiss as he felt Harry’s gasp when his hand feathered his cock.

“Do you like that?” asked Draco with a thick voice.

“Yes!” hissed Harry as he thrust his hips forward.

Draco found the head of Harry’s cock and rubbed it slowly with his thumb. He traced the edge of the rim through the thin material of Harry’s trousers and then drew circle after circle over the tip.

“Please Malfoy, more!” begged Harry.

As much as he wanted more himself, his Slytherin side told him that he should continue his slow torture for awhile longer, that he should make Potter beg even harder for what he needed. The corners of Draco’s mouth turned up just a titch.

“Do you want me to make you come?” whispered Draco as he ran his tongue up Harry’s neck and around the shell of his ear.

“Y-yes,” stammered Harry. He had never wanted anything so much in his life.

“Why should I?”

“Fuck, Malfoy, you were the one who brought me here! Finish what you bloody well started!”

Draco looked at Harry and cocked an eyebrow.

“Please, please just do it,” pleaded Harry weakly.

“Well, since you said please…” Draco grabbed Harry’s balls and gave them a squeeze, causing the Gryffindor to call out. He then turned his attention to Harry’s cock, rubbing the shaft vigorously. It took almost no time for Harry’s completion. He threw his head back and cried out in wild abandon, beyond the point of caring if anyone heard him or not. Draco watched in fascination as Harry’s face contorted in pleasure; he saw the flushed cheeks, the swollen lips, the heavy-lidded eyes. His own need suddenly became unbearable. Sensing this, Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco breathlessly while his hand snaked down to capture the hard as steel cock. Draco threw his arms around Harry and held him close as he came, holding on until the last drop had been wrung from his aching member. One last kiss ended the heated tryst.

“That was amazing, Malfoy, but we really shouldn’t do this again. It’s just not proper.”

“You’re right, of course. I don’t know what came over me. It won’t happen again.”

“Agreed.”

“Agreed. See you around, Scarhead,” said Draco as he disappeared into the night.

“Git,” muttered Harry under his breath.

Naturally, the encounter on the Quidditch pitch was not their last. It began to happen more and more, sometimes initiated by Draco and sometimes it was Harry who made the first move. Every assignation always ended with the same promise of finality until one day Harry said, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes!” came Draco’s enthusiastic answer.

Realising that they were bound to be found out if they continued meeting in public places, they began a search for a hidden corner that they could call their own, one in which they could relax and be together in complete privacy. They came across an unused classroom in an abandoned wing that suited their purpose nicely. Using a spell or two to clean up the dusty space and another to transform a desk into a bed, they created “their room”.

The manner in which they interacted with one another gradually evolved. Somewhere along the way, they became “Harry” and “Draco”, each leaving the formality of last names behind. What had begun as through the clothing not-so-chaste touches turned into let’s-get-naked-and-go-for-it sex. It had started slowly, their cocks being the first bits of flesh exposed, followed by the cock and the balls as well. The greater need to touch and taste bare skin led them to shuck their whole kits to reveal lithe, gorgeous and very hard (in every way possible) bodies.

They stood before one another that first time, gloriously naked and achingly aroused, each marvelling in the other’s body. Draco was so slender and pale, a mere slip of silvery moonlight brought to earth for Harry’s pleasure. Draco’s cock fit the rest of his body perfectly – long and slender, cut, blushing pink and nestled in a halo of spun gold. Where Draco was light, Harry was dark. He was slightly more muscular, with a crop of fine, black hair covering his chest and belly, leading down to a thick wiry thatch. Harry’s cock was shorter than Draco’s but it was considerably thicker. Harry stroked himself lazily, pulling his foreskin up and down, revealing his dark red cockhead. Draco licked his lips as he watched Harry touch himself and an overwhelming desire overtook him.

Draco wrapped himself around Harry and kissed him deeply, ensuring that their cocks were in full contact. He walked Harry backwards, never breaking the kiss, until he fell down on the bed.

“Budge up, Harry. Make some room for me.” When Harry complied, Draco slid in beside him and began to rain kisses down lower and lower on Harry’s body, stopping to worry hard nipples, to dip deeply into his navel, and then pausing when he reached his goal.

“What are you doing, Draco?” asked Harry with wide eyes.

“Thought I’d try something new, that’s all,” replied Draco with a lascivious grin. “If you don’t like it, let me know.”

With his last word, Harry felt a tongue swipe at his cock. Again, and again, until he felt himself being engulfed in a wet heat. The moment he felt Draco’s mouth on his engorged cock, he moaned loudly, very loudly, in ecstasy. He had never felt anything like this before. The suction, combined with the slick, hot feeling of Draco’s mouth, made Harry feel as if he had died and gone to heaven. If Voldemort came along at that very minute and AK’d him, he would at least be going out a happy man. His fingers threaded through Draco’s silken locks, caressing him gently at the same time he was encouraging him to continue with discreet pushes. He was dangerously close to coming; he didn’t want to, but his resistance was almost gone.

“Draco, I’m coming!” he screamed.

Draco, grateful for the warning, pulled back and watched in fascination as the come shot from Harry’s cock and landed on his heaving belly. Draco propped his head up on one elbow and stared at the sticky, white fluid. His eyes met Harry’s.

“What the hell! I’ve come this far,” said Draco with a shrug as he leaned over and licked Harry clean. “Interesting flavour. Not at all like I imagined. Since you didn’t stop me, I assume you enjoyed that?”

Catching his breath, Harry replied, “Oh, yeah! It was amazing. Have you done that before?”

“I might have,” grinned Draco slyly. He hadn’t done it before, but for some reason that he couldn’t fathom, he didn’t want Harry to know.

“Well, I’ve never. Mind if I give it a go?”

Draco lay back and propped his head and shoulders up with the pillows. He made a sweeping gesture with his hand, “It’s all yours. Knock yourself out.”

Not wanting to be outdone by Draco, nor wishing to show his inexperience, Harry gave the blowjob his best shot. He began somewhat tentatively, licking up the long shaft with the flat of his tongue and then stopping to watch Draco’s reaction. Draco had his eyes closed and he was worrying his lip – Harry took that as a sign that he had made a good start. He continued his exploration of the territory his hand had come to know so very well. Every new thing he tried brought a moan from Draco’s soft lips. Emboldened, Harry drew one of Draco’s balls gently into his mouth. This earned him a string of obscenities such as he had never heard. Draco liked it, there was no doubt in Harry’s mind. He lavished attention on the other furry globe before taking Draco’s cock into his mouth as far as it could go.

“Harry,” hissed Draco. “Dear sweet fucking Merlin…yes…just, oh shit, just like that…so close, Harry…Harry…yes, NOW!”

Draco’s back arched up as he screamed out and Harry held on fast, capturing the offered seed on his tongue. He held the cock in his mouth, teasing it and making Draco quiver from the relentless touch.

“Harry, please no more. I’m too sensitive now. Please,” he begged.

Harry let the limp cock fall from his mouth. He savoured the taste of Draco’s come; it wasn’t as nasty as he had thought. In actual fact, he had rather enjoyed it. He suddenly felt deliciously wanton.

“Not too bad for a novice?” inquired Harry.

“Not bad at all.” Draco pulled Harry down for a kiss. “You did remarkably well. I think you’ll need more practise, though.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “You do as well, you know, Draco.”

“I know I do; I’m looking forward to it!”

“Git!” replied Harry with a kiss.

And so began many a night of torrid, lustful sexual exploration, as only two teenaged boys could muster. Of course, no one knew of the new relationship that had been formed between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. In public, they kept up appearances and continued in their old way of barbs, insults and threats. Hermione asked Harry several times if there was anything wrong with him, insisting that he seemed different somehow. Harry assured her that he was the same old Harry she knew and loved and that nothing had changed. She eyed him suspiciously but said no more on the subject.

On the last night before the Christmas holidays, Harry and Draco met in their room for one last go before Draco left to spend Christmas with his family. It began with the usual snogging and touching, until Harry pulled back from Draco’s embrace and said, “I have a Christmas present for you.”

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t exchange gifts!” exclaimed Draco in dismay. “I feel a right berk.”

“Relax. It’s not that kind of gift.”

“I don’t understand.”

Harry bent down and fished something out of the pocket of his jeans. He pressed it into Draco’s hand and watched as his eyes grew wide.

“This is a bottle of lubrication for…for,” he stumbled.

“You can say it, Draco. It’s for sex. That’s your present Draco. I want you to fuck me, if you want to, that is.”

Draco gulped. “Of course I do! It’s just that we’ve never…I’ve never, you know, before.”

“Neither have I so this will be a new experience for both of us. You do know the proper way to do it, don’t you?”

“I most certainly do,” said Draco indignantly. “I may be a virgin, but I’m not ignorant. I’ve read plenty of books on the subject and I have just been waiting to put my vast knowledge to use.”

“Here’s your chance, Draco. Shall we?”

“As long as you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now.” Harry tickled Draco’s ear with his tongue and whispered, “Fuck me.”

If Draco thought he was already hard, it was nothing compared to the way he felt when Harry said those two little words. His cock was now so hard he could cut diamonds with it, or so it felt. With a somewhat shaky hand, he reached down and teased Harry for a bit and then opened the little bottle, letting the contents dribble on his fingers and cock.

Draco slowly slipped in one finger. Harry tensed and held his breath.

“Relax, Harry. I won’t hurt you. I promise to take my time. Okay?”

“Okay. I guess I’ve got a case of first time jitters. You can continue now.” Harry saw Draco smile and it helped him calm down. He trusted the blonde, much to his own surprise.

Draco pressed forward, keeping to his promise, stretching Harry slowly, adding one finger after another until three were in.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just a wee bit. Go on.”

Draco nodded, removed his fingers and took aim, bending forward to kiss Harry first before proceeding. He entered very slowly, carefully watching Harry’s face for any sign of discomfort. Harry grimaced when the head of Draco’s cock finally penetrated the ring of muscle. Draco froze in his tracks.

“Just…just wait a sec,” gasped Harry. After a few moments he said, “I-I think you can go in further now. Make it nice and easy.”

Draco nodded and did as he was told, in spite of the urge to slam forward. Soon, he was embedded as far as he could go.

“I’m all the way in, Harry,” moaned Draco. “Oh gods, you’re so tight! Feels so good! Are you okay?”

Harry gave a little squeeze that caused Draco to hiss. “It feels a little strange right now. I’ve got to get used to feeling so full. Want to try moving a bit?”

Draco slowly withdrew, taking great care not to come completely out, and then drove back in steadily until he was once again fully sheathed. He repeated his actions, gradually picking up the pace with each turn. Harry had begun to moan and had started fisting his cock.

“Draco…Draco harder. Fuck me harder,” begged Harry.

Draco began pounding as hard as he dared. Harry was loving this and so was he. The feeling was indescribable.

Without warning, Harry cried out and clamped down on Draco, his orgasm causing his back to arch. Watching Harry writhe in ecstasy brought him even closer to his own peak. When Harry finally relaxed, he began to move again. After four long strokes, Draco exploded deep inside Harry and then collapsed in his arms.

Harry kissed his forehead and said, “Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas,” panted Draco. He rolled off Harry and lay beside him, trying desperately to regain his normal breathing. He finally managed to say, “That was the best present I ever got, and that includes my broom!”

Harry had to laugh. “Well, that is high praise indeed. I don’t know about you, but I think that was great.”

“Great doesn’t even come close, Harry.”

Harry sighed contentedly – at long last, he was no longer a virgin. Not only that, his first time had been wonderful. There was more thing that he longed to experience.

“I can’t wait to do that to you, Draco.”

Draco sat up and looked at Harry. His face had gone even paler than normal. “I hate to disappoint you, but we Malfoys are always the buggerer. We are never the buggeree.”

It was Harry’s turn to sit up and he wasn’t pleased. “What the hell! Do you think you’re better than me, Malfoy? What am I, some ancillary being, a lackey here to service you, to be at your beck and call and to cater to your every whim? You’re still the pompous snob you always were, aren’t you, you nasty git!”

Harry jumped off the bed and fumbled for his clothes. Draco reached out and grabbed his arm. “Let me explain, Harry.”

Harry jerked his arm away. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

“Harry, please, you’ve got to let me explain,” begged Draco. Harry wasn’t looking at him but he decided to continue anyway. “Harry, I was being flippant. You know me, I have to hide my true feelings. Please listen.”

There was something in the tone of Draco’s voice that made Harry stop. “Well, what did you want to say?”

“The truth of it is, I said that because I’m…I’m afraid to do it. I was trying to cover up. I never thought you’d be insulted. Please Harry, you have to believe me, that’s the last thing I’d ever do. I apologize if my remarks hurt you. You are not subordinate to me in anyway, nor do I think you’re here for my pleasure alone. We are here for each other’s pleasure.” Draco held out his hand. “Please?”

Harry never thought he’d see the day when Draco Malfoy would offer up a sincere apology AND admit that he wasn’t superior to anyone. Then again, he never thought he would be having sex with him either, but here he was. “You’re really afraid, Draco?”

“Yes, the thought of it terrifies me.”

“You could have told me just that. What was wrong with saying, Harry, I’m not ready and I don’t know if I ever will be?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t admit to weakness readily. Malfoy pride, you know. It was the way I was brought up.”

Harry studied the blonde for a few moments and then took his hand. He saw Draco’s body relax. The two lay down together.

“I’m going to miss this over the hols. I wish I didn’t have to go,” sighed Draco.

“You do, so there’s no sense whinging about it. It’s not for long. We’ll be back here before you know it.”

“I am so glad I didn’t spoil everything, Harry.”

“Pull something like that again and you will.”

“I won’t. You have my word.”

“Good.”

Harry saw Ron and Hermione off at the train. He gave them both a hug and the heartiest Happy Christmas he could muster. It was his seventh Christmas at Hogwarts but he had never quite gotten used to it. Harry swore to himself that next year, he would have the biggest and the poshest Christmas celebration anyone had ever seen, with all of his friends in attendance. All of them. Harry searched the length of the train for Draco and found him in the last compartment. Their eyes met and spoke volumes. The train pulled out and Draco placed his palm on the cold glass. Harry, not daring to wave properly lest he be seen, nodded almost imperceptivity and raised one finger in goodbye. He stood and watched the train until it disappeared from sight.