Hex Me Now...
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
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1,475
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4
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Hex Me Now...
Disclaimer: as much as it pains me to say it, I don\'t own Harry Potter. I know, it sucks, but we\'ll live.
by the way, that means any names you recognize, they aren\'t mine.
Chapter One: Hex Me Now...
This is utterly rediculous behavior.
I\'m listening to 98 Degrees, lying in the arms of my forbidden lover (who\'s supposed to be my worst enemy), and I\'m crying.
As a 17-year-old male who is currently supposed to be the next great Death Eater, this is completely unacceptable. Especially considering tha my lover is the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry bloody Potter, and he\'s supposed to kill the Dark Lord. But I love him.
Where\'s the justice in this world?
* * *
I guess I should start at the train ride to Hogwarts that started this fiasco. It really was an interesting course of events...we ran into each other. Literally.
* Flashback - 3rd person *
\"Watch where you\'re going, Potter!\" Draco growled as he hastily returned to an upright position with as much dignity as he could muster after being bowled over in the corridor of a moving train.
\"Well you should watch where YOU\'RE going, Malfoy,\" Harry spat back, with enormous amounts of disgust and emphasis on the Slytherin\'s surname. The charade was getting old, he would pretend to hate Malfoy to his face, and behind closed doors and pulled curtains he was jacking off to the thought of the blonde. It was really quite simple. Acting. Harry knew deep down he longed for Draco to feel the same kind of fervor and heated lust for him that he felt for his \"enemy,\" buthe could never let those thoughts edge their way into his words or actions.
Being a Malfoy, Draco decided to use this encounter to his advantage. He used everything to his advantage. He had been looking for an excuse to get the Golden Boy of Gryffindor alone for quite some time now. Draco had, unbeknownsed to his peers, developed an almost animalistic hunger for his raven-haired peer. He was going to give Harry an ultimatum he knew Harry couldn\'t resist.
\"Since you\'ve almost broken my neck, you should at least have the courtesy to take a walk with me, Potter. I want to have a little chat with you before the school year begins.\" Draco eyed the compartments they passed, searching desperately for an empty one. He couldn\'t be seen with Harry, not yet anyway. No, it would be his demise as the leader of the Anti-Potter club, and his housemates would hate him for what he was about to do.
\"What sort of chat are we talking about, Malfoy?\" Harry asked. He didn\'t like the silky tone Draco was using, it could only mean trouble. The last thing he needed right now was trouble. Harry knew he was being buttered up, but at the same time, his silent lust was getting the better of his judgement. He wanted to look into those stormy grey eyes and see something other than disgust and hate, which was the only thing he\'d ever seen lurking in their depths. Now, however, he was seeing a calculating gaze, and some other emotion he couldn\'t quite place, though he was sure he\'d seen it somewhere before.
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A/N: You guys like it? Hoping so...review! Please!
by the way, that means any names you recognize, they aren\'t mine.
Chapter One: Hex Me Now...
This is utterly rediculous behavior.
I\'m listening to 98 Degrees, lying in the arms of my forbidden lover (who\'s supposed to be my worst enemy), and I\'m crying.
As a 17-year-old male who is currently supposed to be the next great Death Eater, this is completely unacceptable. Especially considering tha my lover is the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry bloody Potter, and he\'s supposed to kill the Dark Lord. But I love him.
Where\'s the justice in this world?
* * *
I guess I should start at the train ride to Hogwarts that started this fiasco. It really was an interesting course of events...we ran into each other. Literally.
* Flashback - 3rd person *
\"Watch where you\'re going, Potter!\" Draco growled as he hastily returned to an upright position with as much dignity as he could muster after being bowled over in the corridor of a moving train.
\"Well you should watch where YOU\'RE going, Malfoy,\" Harry spat back, with enormous amounts of disgust and emphasis on the Slytherin\'s surname. The charade was getting old, he would pretend to hate Malfoy to his face, and behind closed doors and pulled curtains he was jacking off to the thought of the blonde. It was really quite simple. Acting. Harry knew deep down he longed for Draco to feel the same kind of fervor and heated lust for him that he felt for his \"enemy,\" buthe could never let those thoughts edge their way into his words or actions.
Being a Malfoy, Draco decided to use this encounter to his advantage. He used everything to his advantage. He had been looking for an excuse to get the Golden Boy of Gryffindor alone for quite some time now. Draco had, unbeknownsed to his peers, developed an almost animalistic hunger for his raven-haired peer. He was going to give Harry an ultimatum he knew Harry couldn\'t resist.
\"Since you\'ve almost broken my neck, you should at least have the courtesy to take a walk with me, Potter. I want to have a little chat with you before the school year begins.\" Draco eyed the compartments they passed, searching desperately for an empty one. He couldn\'t be seen with Harry, not yet anyway. No, it would be his demise as the leader of the Anti-Potter club, and his housemates would hate him for what he was about to do.
\"What sort of chat are we talking about, Malfoy?\" Harry asked. He didn\'t like the silky tone Draco was using, it could only mean trouble. The last thing he needed right now was trouble. Harry knew he was being buttered up, but at the same time, his silent lust was getting the better of his judgement. He wanted to look into those stormy grey eyes and see something other than disgust and hate, which was the only thing he\'d ever seen lurking in their depths. Now, however, he was seeing a calculating gaze, and some other emotion he couldn\'t quite place, though he was sure he\'d seen it somewhere before.
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A/N: You guys like it? Hoping so...review! Please!