A hidden desire

Title: A hidden desire (One-Shot)

Author: jezzi85

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plotbunnies. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just borrow them and I certainly don’t get any money for this…

Genre: Angst, Romance

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC-17

Summery: A desire hidden for too long. What will happen if it reaches its peak and goes out of control?

Warnings: Slash, Lemon, light bondage, spanking, non-con (but not rape! It’s really not that bad - at least I think so), anal, oral, toys

Just a little A/N: Book six didn’t happen in this story and Harry defeated Voldemort at the end of sixth year. It’s now November and Harry and Draco are in their last year at Hogwarts. So if you’ve read the warnings and are still reading this then please leave a review at the end and tell me what you think about it, because this usually isn’t the sort of thing I write and I would like to know if I did it all right.

THANKS TO MY BETA ASHLEY AND TO SEVFAN FOR FURTHER CORRECTION!

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A hidden desire - by jezzi85

It was past midnight and the castle lights had faded hours ago. The corridors were deserted and dark and only one student was still wandering around. He knew that he could easily be caught and given detention, but he had just felt the urge to go for a walk and had instinctively given in to it.

Since the end of his sixth year, when he’d vanquished Voldemort, he had had a quite peaceful life, except the nightmares of that night which still haunted him from time to time. But other than that, he had never enjoyed being in Hogwarts more than this year. He was finally free from all the pressure that had been forced upon him as the Boy-Who-lived and even the house rivalries had stopped for the greater part. The only one who didn’t stop trying to get into a fight with him was Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin was still tormenting him whenever he was near, but Harry had stopped paying attention to him. He wouldn’t let Malfoy ruin his new freedom.

The raven haired boy turned a corner, lost in his thoughts, and didn’t notice that there was another presence there. That was until he felt a pair of strong hands grab his arms, twisting them behind his back, and dragging him into an empty classroom. Startled, he wanted to spin around and face his attacker, but the other boy held him firmly in his grip.

“Hold still and I may make this enjoyable for you, too, Harry,” spoke a familiar voice into his ear; he shuddered when he felt the boy’s breath on his neck.

“What the hell do you want, Malfoy?!” he exclaimed and tried unsuccessfully to get free of his attacker’s grasp.

“Don’t act like you don’t know. This innocent behaviour of yours won’t stop me from having my way with you.”

The words spoken in a husky voice and the sudden pressure of something hard stabbing into his backside caused Harry to strengthen his attempts on breaking free. He had known Malfoy was up to something. The blond boy had stared at him all last week and every time their eyes had met, Malfoy had grinned at him in a highly disturbing way. But not in a million years would he have imagined ending up in Malfoy’s arms with the Slytherin’s obvious (and rather impressive) erection pressing against his arse.

“Malfoy, let me go! I’m warning you, if you touch me, I’m going to hex your balls off,” he threatened, but he didn’t get the reaction he’d hoped for.

Instead of loosening his hold on the green eyed wizard, Malfoy’s grip became even tighter and he was roughly pushed forward until he was trapped between the teacher’s desk and Malfoy’s chest. He once again struggled wildly and heard the blond snigger behind him.

“Don’t fight me, Harry. Do you really think that now that I’ve got you I’m going to let you go before I have what I want?” The question was again whispered directly into his ear and it made a shiver go down his spine.

Trying to stay as calm as possible in this situation, he asked venomously, “And what is it that you want?”

He could almost feel Malfoy smirking. “That’s simple, my Harry. You.”

My Harry? What the fuck?! Had Malfoy gone completely mental? Now he really started to get slightly panicked. “I swear if you don’t let me go then…”

“Then what? You’re going to hex my balls off?” taunted Malfoy, repeating his earlier threat with clear amusement in his voice. “You can’t even move and honestly, Harry - I do need my balls tonight.”

Now Harry definitelyfelt sick. He was about to try and break free again when his upper body was pushed flat onto the table.

“Now be a good boy, Harry, or do I need to tie you down?” Malfoy asked and finally he let go of one of his hands. Harry immediately tried to push the blond away, but Malfoy had already grabbed his arm again, when he noticed the move.

With an angry growl, he held the raven haired boy’s wrists together with on of his hands and with the other he took out his wand. A little spell later, Harry’s wrists were securely tied together behind his back. Satisfied, he leaned down to whisper into Harry’s ear, “Stop struggling and maybe I won’t hurt you - at least not much.”

Harry shuddered while the terror and helplessness of the situation sank in. He was at the complete mercy of Draco Malfoy, his arch-enemy in school, who seemed to want nothing more than to fuck him through the desk he was currently lying on. He swallowed heavily and snapped, “Fuck you, Malfoy. I won’t submit to you, you bastard!”

“Well, that’s your choice. But I bet when this night ends, I will have you begging me for more,” Malfoy promised while his hands were running over Harry’s back.

“I will never beg you for anything!” Harry spat, convinced. He couldn’t imagine that Malfoy would even do anything pleasurable to him tonight. He was sure that in an hour or so he would be in a big amount of pain, but surely not pleasure. That thought however wasn’t really comforting.

He felt Malfoy’s slimy hands wander down his back and rest on his arse. He bit back a furious remark and gritted his teeth. How he would survive this night with his pride and sanity intact was beyond his imagination. One of Malfoy’s hands vanished from his arse and he heard the blond mutter something that sounded like a spell.

A second later he felt the cool surface of the wooden desk on his chest and he abruptly realized that he was completely naked. Just another moment later he noticed something even more disturbing: Malfoy was equally naked and not just that, the bloody bastard was pressing, once again, his cock against his arse. He could feel it rubbing slightly between his arse cheeks and couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped his lips at the thought of Malfoy fucking him without preparation and a good amount of lubrication.

“Oh, don’t worry, my Harry,” Malfoy whispered in a sickening soothing way. “I won’t fuck you - at least not yet. I have quite a few things planned before I pound my cock into your tight little hole. I want you to scream my name and beg me for it before I do it.”

“Never,” Harry repeated and was glad when he felt Malfoy back off a little and his cock leaving its place between his arse cheeks. But suddenly his legs were forced apart wide and Malfoy muttered something again. Fear gripped his heart when he found his ankles being tied to the desk’s legs. He could barely move and his breath started to come in short gasps.

“Now, Harry, there’s no need to panic,” Malfoy drawled sweetly. “I’ve brought a few toys which I intend to use before we switch to the fucking, so relax.”

“Toys?!” Harry couldn’t help but squeak. He was gay and he had had sex before, but he had never used any kind of toys. The image of Malfoy pushing some huge dildo into his arse suddenly filled his mind and he tried to lift his upper body from the desk but he was instantly pushed forward again.

“You won’t escape me, my Harry. So stop trying to,” warned Malfoy in a low voice. “And yes, toys. Do you want to see the first thing I’m going to use?”

Harry was now officially terrified. How the hell had he gotten into this situation? Why hadn’t he taken his invisibility cloak with him when he went to take a walk? His thoughts were interrupted when Malfoy grabbed his hair and pulled at it so he would look up. When he did he saw that Malfoy was holding a paddle - a fucking paddle! - under his nose. He went completely rigid and his breath quickened even more.

“You need some punishment before we get to the fun part, don’t you think?” Malfoy sniggered gleefully.

At this, Harry’s temper finally started to rise. “Punishment? For what? For not submitting into your sick little game? Or is it just some power trip you’re on?” he spat angrily and once again he tried to lift himself from the desk.

The hand in his hair let go and was now firmly pressing him against the desk while the other with the paddle vanished behind his back. A moment later he felt it between his shoulder blades where it started a path down his spine until it rested on his arse.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this, you sick - Argh!”

The first blow had been unexpected and left Harry with a stinging pain on his ass. God, that had hurt! “You - Aah!”

The second blow stung even more. He tried without much success to squirm away from the paddle that was now rubbing in circles across the place where it had struck him.

“How many do you think you deserve? You were ignoring me a lot lately and I don’t like to be ignored, you know. Maybe one for every week of this year, how does that sound?” Malfoy asked and Harry was once again about to snap at him when the paddle came down again. He dropped his forehead against the desk and groaned. He refused to give the Slytherin the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

That resolve, though, became increasingly difficult to hold on to with every blow delivered to his arse. By the fifteenth violent contact of the paddle with his backside, he was screaming. His arse felt sore and on fire but what was even worse was the fact that he was getting a hard on. Harry was in no way enjoying what was done to him but each blow had pushed him a bit forward and his cock had been getting a rather nice friction from rubbing against the desk. Now he was not only in pain but also humiliated beyond words that he could get hard despite such treatment.

“Was that enough? Or do you want to continue?” came Malfoy’s soft voice to his mind.

Harry was not keen on begging the blond but he couldn’t stand the thought that if this continued he would become even more aroused. “Stop… please,” he whispered and immediately the paddle vanished from his arse. He let out a little sigh of relief but tensed up again when he felt Malfoy’s hands gently stroking his sore butt. What in Merlin’s name was that git planning? Why was he being so gentle when he’d just a few seconds ago struck him viciously?

“Tell me, my Harry. Do you want me to continue playing with your delicious arse or do you want to do something else?” Malfoy asked while he was caressing Harry’s backside. Confused as to why the blond was even asking him, he decided he defiantly didn’t want Malfoy to continue “playing” with his arse. But what would Malfoy do then? Taking the risk he answered, “Do - do something else.”

He shuddered when he realized how that had sounded. It had sounded like Harry was actually submitting to Malfoy - as if this was consensual and not some cruel plan from the Slytherin to humiliate him. Malfoy seemed to have noticed it too because he was snickering again. “Well, if you insist,” he joked and then Harry felt the blond move away from him completely.

The sudden coldness at his backside because of the lack of Malfoy’s body made him uncomfortable and he wished the warmth would return. When he realized what he’d just thought, he quickly tried to convince himself that it was just the cool air that bothered him and certainly not the missing presence of Malfoy’s body pressed against his own.

His thoughts came to an end when Malfoy stepped in front of him. Harry sucked in a breath when he saw the naked form of his rival. He was simply beautiful. His chest was slightly muscled but not overly so, his abdomen was flat like a board and his cock - well, let’s just say Harry’s first imagination had been right - it was impressive.

“No need to drool, Harry. I know that I’m gorgeous,” Malfoy said, obviously amused.

Instantly, Harry flushed bright red and his brain started screaming at him, what the hell he was thinking? He desperately tried to find some way to stop his own cock from hardening even more at the sight in front of him. What was wrong with him? Here he was, all tied up, spanked and about to be raped by his enemy and he was still not able to take his eyes from the beautiful body before him. But that was it, right? He was after all gay - it was natural that he reacted to such a sight.

He almost squeaked in surprise when he felt Malfoy’s hand grab his chin gently and lift his head so their eyes met. He trembled slightly when he saw the desperate desire and need in the other boy’s stormy grey eyes. Malfoy slowly leaned down to him so that their faces were only a few inches apart. Harry could feel the blond’s breath against his face and he smelled a faint wave of vanilla before Malfoy closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against his own.

Harry froze. Malfoy’s lips felt so soft and utterly kissable! A sound of denial tore from his throat and he turned his head away, successfully breaking the contact of their lips. “Don’t…” he panted not caring how he sounded. He was afraid of what he would do if Malfoy would force a real kiss on him.

His head was immediately turned back however. “Stop fighting me, Harry. Give in, just give in,” Malfoy whispered and placed his mouth on the tied boy’s.

Harry whimpered but made no attempt to turn away again. Malfoy’s soft lips were moving slightly over his own, caressing them in a way that Harry couldn’t believe that this was the same person who had given him a brutal spanking just a few minutes ago. When Malfoy opened his mouth and let his tongue trace across his lower lip he couldn’t stop himself from responding and parting his lips willingly to give that tongue entry. The blond didn’t become forceful once he felt Harry give in but remained gentle and slow with his exploration of the raven haired boy’s mouth.

The urge to actually kiss Malfoy back became harder and harder to fight for Harry. This was the most sensual kiss he had ever received and it felt so goddamn good! But he knew that at the same time it was so very wrong. He shouldn’t feel this way with a boy that was about to rape him! He had to fight him! At least maybe he would still have his sanity intact when this ended. Determined, he bit down on the Slytherin’s tongue, so hard that he tasted blood.

Malfoy immediately backed away and took a step back. For a moment he looked honestly shocked as if he’d thought that he had succeeded to submit Harry to his ministrations but then a sneer appeared on his handsome face.

“Seems like you do want to play rough, hmm?” Malfoy asked, clearly furious. “Well, if that is what you want, I’m going to give it to you.”

No sooner had the words left the blond’s mouth when the hand on his chin reappeared, but this time it wasn’t at all gentle. Malfoy squeezed hard and forced Harry’s mouth open. He then proceeded to shove his hard cock down the green eyed boy’s throat in one swift movement. Harry gagged reflexively and tried to bite down again but Malfoy’s grip on his jaw prevented him from doing so. He groaned in protest around the thick cock that parted his lips as Malfoy started to fuck his mouth rapidly. Merlin, he couldn’t breathe! He needed to get away - now! Abruptly he pulled his head back and Malfoy’s hand and dick slipped from his mouth. He greedily gulped in the cool air but then he felt a hand in his neck that pushed him back to Malfoy’s cock which was now wet with saliva and pre-cum.

“Don’t you fucking pull away from me!” the blond growled before his other hand forced Harry’s mouth open again. “Now suck!”

“Please - “ Harry couldn’t finish his plea because of the quick re-entry of Malfoy’s cock which made him gag and groan again. With the hand on his neck holding him still and the one forcing his lips to stay parted he couldn’t do a single thing against the vicious thrusts of the Slytherin. In, out. In, out. It was a fast but steady rhythm, but Harry couldn’t get used to it. He kept choking and trying to breathe frantically through his nose but he knew that if Malfoy didn’t stop soon he would pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Just when little black spots started to appear in front of his eyes, which were also watering up by now, the thrusting stopped and Malfoy stepped away again. Harry coughed and panted heavily and tried to steady his breathing but the terrible feeling of the cock forcefully hitting the back of his throat again and again was too vivid in his mind and he kept hyperventilating.

“Can’t - breathe…” he managed to gasp, though he didn’t know what he was hoping to achieve with it. His eyes kept losing their focus but then he felt a gentle hand on his back making small circles while a soft voice told him to calm down and that he wouldn’t get hurt further.

It seemed like hours until Harry was able to breathe almost normally again and, still disoriented, he leaned into the gentle touch of a hand stroking his left cheek affectionately. When he finally realized where he was and who he was with, he jerked away, however. Embarrassed like never before in his life, he noticed that there were tears running down his face and Malfoy - the bloody bastard who was the cause of all this - was wiping them away with such care like Harry was the most precious thing in the world to him. Yeah right, that’s why he just fucked my mouth until I almost passed out, he thought bitterly.

“So what now, Malfoy?” he croaked - his throat was so sore that he couldn’t even get his voice to work properly.

“I want you to give in, Harry. Stop fighting me,” Malfoy requested for what seemed like the millionth time to Harry.

And then his lips, which were bruised and swollen from Malfoy’s thrusting cock, were once more caught in a soft kiss. This time Harry didn’t even think for one second of biting down on the tongue invading his mouth. He really didn’t think he could bear it if Malfoy would repeat his previous actions. So he did the only thing he could; he gave in and tentatively kissed the Slytherin back. Malfoy moaned in approval when their tongues touched and started to slide against each other. Harry, meanwhile, did his best to ignore his traitorous body which immediately reacted to the passionate kiss and the stroking hands wandering over his back.

Only a few moments later Malfoy broke the kiss and panted huskily, “I want you so much right now, my Harry. I want to take you, claim you and make you mine forever.”

Harry stared in amazement at the look of pure longing on Malfoy’s face. Could it really be that the blond was honestly attracted to him? Or was this just a try to break and humiliate him? He didn’t know and he determinedly ignored the little jump his heart had made at the possibility that Malfoy could actually like him. He watched nervously as Malfoy straightened up, his still rock hard cock bouncing a bit at the movement, and vanished out of his sight to walk around the desk.

He stiffened slightly when he felt Malfoy’s hands ghost over his still stinging arse cheeks. It seemed like the moment had come. The Slytherin would surely penetrate him in a few seconds and Harry closed his eyes and waited for the pain he expected to come. But nothing of that sort happened. Instead he felt the rope which had bound his left ankle to the desk be removed. Surprised, it didn’t even occur to Harry to use the opportunity to kick Malfoy or to try to escape. When the rope on his other ankle vanished too he still didn’t think of trying to flee. Confusion swept over him and he wondered if Malfoy had maybe finally realized what he was about to do and decided to let him go.

He felt himself being lifted up from the desk and being turned around to face Malfoy. The Slytherin’s expression was unreadable. Harry searched for any sign that would give him a clue about what was going to happen now, but then he was grabbed around the waist and dropped back onto the desk.

“Ouch!” he hissed in pain at the sudden contact of the wood with his sore arse. Immediately he was pushed flat onto his back and for a moment he was relieved as his bottom was once again free from the pressure but then he groaned again at the uncomfortable feeling of having his arms tied behind his back and having to lie down like that. Malfoy leaned over him and let his tongue sweep across the shell of Harry’s right ear before he whispered: “If I untie your hands, do you promise not to try and run away?”

Harry squirmed under him, trying to get into a more comfortable position but it was simply impossible like this. “I - I promise,” he gasped. His arms really started to hurt.

Malfoy pulled him up a bit and removed the ropes which bound his wrists together. Immediately he brought his arms forward and rotated his shoulders a bit to try and get the stiffness out of them. His movements were stopped as Malfoy grabbed his hands in his own and held them still. He was staring at the sore places on Harry’s wrists where the rope had scraped across his skin as the Gryffindor had struggled to break free.

Harry winced when the blond rubbed gently at the reddish marks and then his emerald eyes widened almost comically as Malfoy leaned down and placed soft kisses on them. How was it possible that this was the same boy who had brutally fucked his mouth just a few short minutes ago? Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the kisses trailing up to his neck. He did however notice when Malfoy started to nibble and suck lightly on a very sensitive spot a bit under his ear.

“M-Malfoy,” he stuttered, not really knowing what he should do. He didn’t want to make the blond angry again by pushing him away, but he couldn’t stand the pleasure building up inside him either.

“No - not Malfoy,” the Slytherin panted while he forced Harry’s legs apart to stand between them. “It’s Draco. I want you to call me Draco.”

Harry gulped nervously when he felt Malfoy’s erection pressed against his own half-hard cock. God, he had to stop this before he would die of mortification. He couldn’t let Malfoy know that he actually enjoyed having that gorgeous body pressed against his own, or the playful nibbling at his neck.

“S-Stop! I - I don’t want this,” he gasped but then Malfoy began grinding himself against him and he couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that left his mouth. While Harry was wishing he would drop dead at the next moment, Malfoy was obviously only turned on even more at the sound. The blond’s own moans got louder and he was now thrusting in earnest against him.

“M-Mal…” Harry stopped talking when he remembered that Malfoy had asked him to call him by his first name. That request was only adding to his contradictory thoughts of his rival. Why the hell would Malfoy want that?

“Gods, Harry… I want you,” Malfoy moaned and finally stopped moving against him. By now Harry was just as hard as the other boy and he flushed bright red when he realized it. Oh, please just let me vanish, he thought, completely mortified.

But then he looked up at the panting boy’s face above him and he got the biggest shock so far in this night - scratch that - the biggest shock in his entire life. Draco Malfoy, Ice-Prince of Slytherin and his constant tormentor, was smiling down at him like Christmas had come early and he had gotten everything he’d ever wanted. Harry forgot about his embarrassment as he continued to watch Malfoy smiling down at him. The blond was absolutely beautiful like this.

“You should do this more often,” he whispered without even noticing.

A mischievous glint appeared in Malfoy’s eyes. “What do you mean? Tie you down? Spank you? Snog you? Or fuck you?”

Reality crashed back down on Harry at this words and he started to tremble. Was Malfoy still planning to rape him? But he had been so gentle just now! And would it even be rape? Harry certainly hadn’t enjoyed the spanking (very much at least) and the few minutes Malfoy had spent fucking his mouth had been simply horrible, but he couldn’t deny the fact that right now he was hard as rock and even though free of his bonds not trying to escape. So would this even count as rape? If he really didn’t want this, why wasn’t he fighting more?

“Malfoy - “

“Draco.”

Harry swallowed hard and then tried it again. “Draco… I - I... why are you doing this?” he stuttered, trying hard not to think of the incredible feeling of the other boy’s cock against his own.

For a few seconds there could be nothing heard except their panting breaths and the little squeaking noise from the desk as Harry shifted a bit under the blond. Then finally Malfoy answered, “Because I want you.”

“Even against my will?” Harry asked and tried to fight the hopeful wish to hear Malfoy saying, “No”.

Their eyes locked and every last trace of the beautiful smile Harry had seen on the Slytherin’s face was now gone. Instead he was met with a serious and slightly sad looking Malfoy who let out a defeated sigh before he straightened up and stepped away from him. “No, Harry. I - I won’t force you. I want you - you can’t even imagine how much - but I won’t hurt you in that way. You may think that I’m a heartless monster but -”

“I don’t think that,” Harry interrupted him honestly. The sudden coldness at the loss of body contact to Malfoy was even stronger now than the first time he had felt it this night. It was still a bit disturbing but not as much as it had been before.

“No? You don’t think that I’m heartless? After everything I’ve done to you? Not only tonight but also in the last six years?” Malfoy seemed to be really shocked.

Harry pulled himself up, wincing when he was sitting on his sore bottom, and looked up at the blond who now had an almost guilty expression on his handsome face when he saw the wince. That only helped Harry to say what he wanted though. “No, Draco, I honestly don’t think you’re heartless. You may have a tendency to put your own needs before others’ and you don’t seem to mind tormenting people who don’t bend to your every wish and will. But I’m sure that you still have a good heart somewhere under all these masks or else you wouldn’t have stepped away from me right now. You wouldn’t have helped me to calm down and wiped away my tears when I started hyperventilating earlier and - “

“Yeah, but you seem to forget that I caused your panic attack,” Malfoy threw in, looking utterly miserable by now. “You know, when I forced my cock down your throat. You didn’t seem to enjoy that overly much.”

“You’re right, I didn’t,” Harry replied bluntly. He was tired of guessing around what Malfoy actually felt for him and he wanted to know the truth, so he decided to be honest too.

“And yet you think that I have a good heart?” Malfoy asked in disbelief.

Harry let out a little frustrated sigh. This discussion was getting them nowhere. “Look, we can either sit here, which is by the way highly uncomfortable for me right now, and discuss if you have a heart or not, or you can just tell me why you jumped me tonight and we can maybe sort this out.”

“You mean, you won’t take this to the headmaster?” Now Malfoy was gaping at him like he was questioning Harry’s mental state.

The Gryffindor was also not sure why he didn’t intend to tell a single soul of what had happened in the last hour but he was convinced that a great part of his reason to stay quiet was Malfoy’s caring and almost loving actions which he had occasionally shown tonight. “No, I won’t go to Dumbledore. But I want to know why you did all of this.”

“I already told you,” the blond snapped suddenly. “I wanted you and like you’ve said, I don’t care for anyone else but myself.”

“I didn’t say that,” Harry shot back and glared at him heatedly. “I said that you tend to put your own needs before others’ but I’ve never said that you completely ignore what other people want or else I would probably be fucked by now - literally.”

Malfoy flushed a bit at his remark. Harry noticed how the Slytherin’s softened cock showed new interest at the choice of words. Harry didn’t know if he should feel angry, scared, aroused or irritated at this. He ended up having a mix of emotions bubbling inside of him and he couldn’t decide to which he should give in to. Unnerved, he asked, “Do you still want to fuck me?”

Now Malfoy’s cock was again fully erect. “I - well… I guess…” he sputtered self-consciously.

“What would you do if I’d let you?” Harry continued to ask and watched with slight satisfaction as Malfoy started to become even more bothered.

“Well, if you would really let me then I would surely…”

“No, I mean what would happen after that?” the raven haired boy interrupted. “What would you do tomorrow when you see me in class? Would you still insult me and torment me? Would this mean anything deeper to you than just getting what you want?”

He could see Malfoy swallowing hard and looking at the floor uncomfortably. When the blond remained silent he decided there was only one way to find out the answer to his question. “I’ll let you. You can fuck me if you want, Draco,” he stated in what he hoped was a calm voice.

“R-Really?” In a flash Malfoy was standing directly in front of him again. He seemed to hesitate a second before he placed his hands gently on either side of Harry’s hip.

Harry knew that what he was about to do was insane considering what had already happened this night, but when he felt Malfoy’s (I really should start calling him Draco, he thought) thumbs stroke his hips soothingly the idea didn’t seem to be so crazy anymore. “I mean it. I won’t fight you,” he said resolutely.

“Does that mean you’ll just simply submit to me or…” Malfoy hesitated a moment before he continued, “or will you respond to me?”

“Do you want me to - to respond?” Harry managed to say without moaning as Draco’s fingers traced towards his cock.

“Yes,” the blond hissed into his ear. “I want you to touch me, Harry. Please.”

Now that was a new shock for Harry. Malfoy was begging him to do something? Well, that was certainly interesting. “Where? Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked teasingly and placed his hands on the other boy’s chest, rubbing ever so lightly across his nipples.

Draco sucked in a breath and groaned. “Anywhere you want. Just touch me.”

“Can I kiss you or just - “ He didn’t even get to finish that sentence before his lips were caught by Draco’s whose now frantic yet passionate tongue seemed to want to explore every little crevice of his mouth. This time Harry didn’t even want to bite back the moan that emitted from him at that kiss. He let his hands roam freely over the blond’s firm chest and was rewarded with Draco bucking against him, grinding their cocks together. When they broke apart after a while, they were both panting heavily and Draco’s eyes held a mischievous expression for the second time this night.

“You know, there’s a toy I’ve brought with me. I was rather hoping on using it on you,” he murmured huskily.

Harry however remembering the paddle referred to as a toy was apprehensive. “I don’t think I need anymore spanking tonight,” he said, hoping to set Draco’s mind off that mysterious toy.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you. You’ll like this one, I promise.” Draco had already his wand in his hand and said, “Accio toy. Accio lube.” Two seconds later he was holding a tube of lubricant in one hand and in the other -

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “Y-You want to use that on me?” he stammered, not sure if he was looking forward to it or not.

“Hmm… just imagine how it will feel inside you. Rubbing - vibrating - against your sweet spot over and over again. It will drive you completely crazy and you will be unable to keep your hands from wanting to jerk yourself off with it lodged deep inside you. Anything - anything to relieve that pressure building inside you - wanting to come - needing to explode. Do you have any idea how often I’ve used this while imagining it was your thick cock buried inside my clenching hole while I come all over you?”

“M-Merlin…” Harry moaned helplessly while he felt a cool, lubricated finger trace the edge of his opening. “You didn’t…”

“Oh, believe me, my Harry, I did,” Draco whispered in a low animalistic voice and pressed the tip of his index finger into the other boy’s willing body. “Almost every fucking night of the past year I’ve been lying in my bed with this toy charmed to fuck me senseless on its own so that I could use my hands to play with my balls and stroke my cock. And every time it was your face I’ve seen before me when I closed my eyes, your name I’ve cried out when I came with my legs spread open wide, imagining you coming deep inside of me. Marking me, claiming me, fucking me.”

“Gods, Draco!” Harry had never in his life been more turned on than now and the one finger the blond was thrusting slowly in and out of him wasn’t enough to still his desire. “More, please, I need - need…”

“What do you need, my Harry?” Draco asked and gently pinched one of the Gryffindor’s nipples.

Harry arched his back at this, seeking more contact. His upper body was currently lying on the desk, while he spread his legs wantonly. “More - anything! Please, Draco, don’t tease me!” he begged and pushed back when a second finger breached his entrance.

Draco steadily pumped them in and out making scissoring movements to prepare him for the toy he had taken with him. And by Gods, Harry wanted it! The way Draco had described it left him yearning for it. When he felt himself relax completely on the blond’s fingers he couldn’t wait any longer. “Do it. I want to feel it. Please push it inside me,” he moaned while Draco kept rubbing against his sweet spot. His cock was leaking pre-come and he desperately wanted to touch himself, but not yet. He wanted to have that toy inside him before he lost control.

He felt Draco remove his fingers and instinctively clenched his hole at the sudden emptiness. But then he heard a murmured, “Relax”, and then Draco was pushing the toy steadily inside him, not stopping until it was all the way in. While the toy itself wasn’t that big, Harry knew that there was still a lot of pleasure he was about to receive and he moaned loudly at the thought.

“It has five settings, Harry,” Draco explained and occasionally he would swipe his tongue over the raven haired boy’s nipples before nibbling a bit on them. “Let’s start with the first, hm?”

The only answer he received was a loud, “Please!”

Harry tried to impale himself further on the toy as he felt it start to vibrate lightly against his prostate. “Please, move it!” he gasped and Draco immediately complied with his request and started to thrust the toy in and out of him while it kept vibrating ever so softly. It wasn’t enough!

“More!” he panted, pushing back against the toy. In the next second he felt the vibrating increase a bit and he moaned in approval and satisfaction as his sweet spot was being struck insistently.

“Is that enough or do you want it faster?” Draco teased and thrust the toy executively slowly into his lover’s body.

“Faster, you fucking tease!” Harry cursed and the pace of the thrusting and vibrating increased once more. By now it was pressing hard against his gland, which resulted in a long lust filled moan coming out of his mouth. He was so lost in his pleasure that he didn’t notice how Draco licked his lips at seeing him writhing on the desk. But he definitely noticed the tongue that proceeded to lick a wet trail from the base to the head of his cock.

Harry snapped his eyes open in surprise and looked down just in time to see Draco eagerly swiping his tongue over the head of his dick to gather the pre-come which had started to slowly dribble down his length. He let out a small whimper of anticipation as Draco parted his lips and took him into his mouth, deep throating and sucking hard. At this Harry emitted the loudest moan yet this night and that only seemed to encourage the blond to double his efforts on trying to give Harry an orgasm he would never forget. Harry just dropped his head back down onto the desk and enjoyed the sensations caused by the grey eyed boy.

From that moment on he simply felt. He felt the wet heat of Draco’s mouth bobbing up and down his cock; felt the blond suck him off like he was trying to suck his very soul out of his body; felt the toy in his arse increase its pace once more, buzzing frantically against his sweet spot until he thought he would burst from the pleasure building up in his lower body. And mostly he felt how much Draco himself seemed to be enjoying pleasuring him in this way, felt him humming around his cock and stroking his thighs lovingly. He was bombarded with emotions and when he felt the toy inside him reach its top setting it all became too much.

“Stop!” he gasped, grabbing Draco by his hair to lift his head off his cock. “I’m going to come.”

“Then come, Harry. I want you to come into my mouth. I want to taste you,” Draco whispered in a hoarse voice resulting from deep throating the raven haired wizard who was trying desperately to hold off his oncoming orgasm.

Harry gave a throaty moan as he heard Draco telling him to come into his mouth and when the heat of it effulged him again, he couldn’t stop himself from erupting explosively into the waiting orifice. He arched his spine and gripped harder on Draco’s hair while he rode the wave of extreme pleasure pouring out of his body.

Finally he slumped back onto the desk with a sigh of the Slytherin’s name slipping over his lips. Still caught up in the afterglow of what was the most intensive orgasm he’d ever had he just barely noticed the removal of the heat that had been Draco’s mouth from his softening cock. A few moments later, the toy which had still been vibrating inside him was switched off and then pulled out of him. At this, he groaned in loss. He felt so empty.

A sweet kiss was planted on his parted lips and he opened his eyes to come face to face with Draco, who was, for the second time this night, wearing this beautiful smile which seemed to be even more attractive now as the blond’s lips were slightly swollen and a little bit of his come was still dribbling down his chin. Harry couldn’t resist lifting his head to lick it away. Draco moaned low in his throat at this and pressed himself more firmly against the dark haired boy beneath him.

It was then that Harry noticed that Draco still hadn’t come yet. The hard flesh from the Slytherin was dripping pre-come and it was slightly purple at the head. Instinctively Harry wrapped his right hand around it, feeling it pulsating and throbbing in his grip. Draco hissed loudly.

“Are you close?” Harry asked and tried his best to look as innocent as possible while he gave the cock in his hand a few teasing strokes.

“Fuck yes, Harry,” Draco moaned, uncontrolled, and tried to push into his hand.

Harry however let him go, which earned him a highly disappointed groan from the blond, but he grinned up at him while he reached for the lubricant that was still lying next to him on the desk. “I thought you’ve said something about fucking me?” he asked in a seductive voice.

Draco actually whimpered as Harry started to cover his cock with the lube. “H-Harry, I don’t think I’m going to last… I’ve waited so long - so fucking long,” he panted desperately.

“I don’t care how long you last. I want to feel you inside me. Come on, I know you want it,” Harry stated, feeling his own cock stir again as he positioned Draco’s at his loosened entrance.

Slowly, he felt Draco push forward until the head of his cock popped through the outer ring of muscles. He groaned a little in discomfort at the stretching and the slight burn he felt when the Slytherin pushed steadily inside him. The toy really hadn’t been very thick and Draco was twice the size it had been. When he felt a pair of heavy balls pressed against his arse cheeks, he was glad that Draco apparently seemed to need a short pause to regain his control so he could get used to the intrusion. He was, however, slightly surprised when Draco brought one of his hands up to caress his face while concern showed in his grey eyes.

“Are you okay?” the blond asked worriedly.

Harry felt his heart swell rapidly at this until he thought he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know what this feeling was but suddenly he found himself more than just okay. It was simply wonderful to be joined like this with Draco and he never, ever wanted this feeling to leave him again.

“I’m fine, you can move now,” he encouraged and locked his legs behind Draco’s back to draw him as close as possible.

“Merlin, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Draco moaned before he carefully started to pull out of Harry’s body, only to thrust a bit faster back inside. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, holding still again, obviously wanting to make sure that the other boy was enjoying this as much as he was.

“No… feels good,” Harry answered truthfully and pushed back against the blond.

Draco leaned over him to give him a short kiss at this before he grabbed Harry’s left leg and put it over his shoulder to get a better angle. His grey eyes were immediately drawn to the red marks were the rope had also cut a little into Harry’s ankle and they saddened for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, caressing the sore places with his fingers.

“It’s okay,” Harry reassured him quickly. He wanted Draco to move! “Please, just do something already.”

Draco smirked a little at the need in the raven haired boy’s voice and at the fact that he was completely hard again. “What do you want me to do? Maybe something like… this?” By the last word he finally moved, thrusting his cock steadily in and out of Harry’s body.

That action caused Harry to gasp in pleasure as his sweet spot was struck by the heated flesh of his lover. “Gods, Draco! Fuck me harder!” he groaned and his hands gripped the edge of the desk as Draco complied with his request.

“So tight - you’re so fucking beautiful, Harry,” Draco panted, holding onto the green eyed boy’s hips as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Ughn… Draco - please…” Harry was moaning constantly now, begging Draco to fuck him faster and harder. When the blond kept hitting his sweet spot, he couldn’t stop from reaching one hand between their bodies to stroke his cock. As soon as Draco noticed, his hand was swatted away however and instead he felt one of Draco’s squeezing and pulling his prick in the same frantic pace as he was being fucked.

It didn’t last long after that and Draco gasped, “I can’t… fuck! Need to come…”

Harry nodded in agreement that he was also close to coming for a second time. “Yes… come inside me, Draco!” he moaned and then he felt the blond tense up and his seed splattering his insides.

“Gods, Harry, I love you…”

Harry didn’t have time to absorb the meaning of the words that had left Draco’s mouth as he was too caught up in his own release. He was clenching around the Slytherin’s cock, milking every last drop of come out of him while he tried hard not to scream for fear to wake the whole castle.

However, as their passion slowly subsided, he did realize what Draco had just said and he almost stopped breathing for a moment. Had he even heard him right? It couldn’t be true, or could it? Draco was still above him, covering his body and panting into his ear and before Harry could even think properly about it he asked, “What did you just say?”

Only a second later, he felt Draco stiffen above him and trembling slightly. The blond pushed himself up on his arms and looked down on him, a scared expression on his face. “I - “ He paused for a moment and seemed to regain his composure a bit before he answered with a weak, almost pained smile, “I said, I love you, Harry.”

Chaos broke out in Harry’s mind. Draco loved him? How in the hell was that possible? He had thought the Slytherin hated him, for goddess’ sake! Of course he was glad that this hadn’t been a meaningless fuck, but love? Could he love Draco back? Was it even possible to fall in love with someone who had always just wanted to make your life miserable? Would they ever be able to put all their differences and prejudices aside? Could it really work between them?

His thoughts were interrupted when coldness rushed over him for the third time this night and he quickly grabbed Draco’s waist to pull him closer when he noticed that the other boy had tried to move away from him. “Stay. I - I think we should talk about this,” he said in a voice that sounded suspiciously panicked and pleading.

“What’s there to talk about?” Draco replied bitterly and he clearly avoided looking at Harry’s face. “I’m not stupid. I know that you can never feel the same way about me after everything that has happened between us in the last years.”

“You - this isn’t a joke, right? I mean, you really do love me?” Harry asked, insecure, but at the same time incredibly saddened at Draco’s dejected look. For some reason he couldn’t stand this sight.

“It’s not a joke,” the blonde whispered so softly that Harry almost couldn’t hear him.

Trying to ignore his frantic heartbeat, Harry questioned, “Is that the real reason why you did all this tonight?”

“I - I guess. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Harry, you have to believe me,” Draco suddenly pleaded, a string of desperation in his voice. “I tried so hard to convince myself that it’s just a physical thing I’m feeling for you, that it doesn’t matter to me if I hurt you as long as I finally get what I want. But when I saw you trembling in fear, because of me, after I vanished those blasted ropes, I just couldn’t get through with it. I couldn’t hurt you - at least not any more than I already did. I couldn’t bear the thought that you would hate me even more than you already do now.”

Harry swallowed hard while he listened to the Slytherin’s confession. He didn’t know what to do or to say but he knew that he certainly didn’t hate Draco. The only question was: Could he really love the blond? His heartbeat immediately sped up again at the thought but Harry wasn’t sure if this meant something. He didn’t even know Draco very well, how could he already love him then? Maybe he should get to know him better…

Without thinking he asked, “Would you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”

Draco looked absolutely flabbergasted. “What?”

A blush came across Harry’s face when he realized that he’d just asked Draco for a date. He knew that he was rubbish at asking someone out and couldn’t help but flush even more. A little bit annoyed at himself, he tried to calm down again. “You just had your cock up my arse, so I think it would be appropriate to come on a date with me,” he replied, trying to sound confident and to ignore the nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach.

For about three seconds Draco continued to look at him in wonder but then his lips twitched into a smile. “You want to go out with me?” he asked, obviously not able to believe it.

Harry nodded seriously. “I want to get to know you, Draco. I - I don’t hate you, but I need some time to get used to this. It doesn’t happen everyday that someone I thought who hated me fucks me through a teacher’s desk and then admits their undying love for me,” he answered wryly.

“It better not happen all the time or else I would be forced to hex them like I did with…” Draco trailed off, looking away sheepishly.

“Like you did with whom?” Harry asked immediately.

“Zabini,” Draco murmured with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Blaise? You hexed your best friend?” The Gryffindor snickered slightly at the thought. He and Blaise, who was also a Slytherin, had been fooling around a bit last year after Zabini had come to him and told him that he had always thought that Harry was the hottest guy in school and they could have some fun. Harry, being a healthy teenager with raging hormones, had agreed and they had formed some kind of relationship. They had never actually got to some fucking though because soon Blaise, looking a bit panicked on that day, had broken it off, saying that he was a Slytherin and therefore he couldn’t be seen with a Gryffindor. Harry hadn’t believed that reason and now it seemed like he had been right to think that Zabini was lying.

“You can bet on that,” Draco answered fiercely. “That ponce had tried to steal what was mine. Serves him right.”

“What was yours? I can’t remember being yours back then,” Harry snorted, amused.

“I’m rather possessive, you know,” Draco whispered, pulling him closer and grinning cheekily.

“Hmm… really?” Harry’s eyes were drawn to the blond’s lips, while he unconsciously licked his own.

“I’ll show you,” Draco said before he sealed the green eyed boy’s lips in a searing kiss. Harry responded at once and soon they were practically devouring each other. When they broke apart for a moment to get some much needed air, Draco growled huskily, “Mine.”

And Harry, whose mind was fogged with lust and want, replied immediately, “Yours…”


THE END


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