Hypnotic

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!

TITLE: HYPNOTIC
FANDOM: HARRY POTTER
PAIRINGS: HARRY/DRACO
SUMMARY: HARRY HAS AN EROTIC BUT CONFUSING DREAM ABOUT DRACO...

ONE SHOT

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The fog curled around the teen’s stiff body as he squinted into the chilly darkness. His cautious eyes searched the ghost like entities, looking for the object of all his turmoil. Suddenly, an ice blond head appeared from out of the mist.

“Potter.” Draco spat. The fog seemed to clear as the two long time enemies approached each other, each one tense and seemingly prepared to battle. But battle for what? Passion? Hate? Lust? Anger?

“Malfoy.” Harry responded in the same tone. His fists clenched unconsciously at his sides, flexing in and out.

They stopped just inches from each other’s faces, both having a look of complete contempt written on their smooth, young flesh.

“What brings us out here at this hour, like this?” Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter inquired. His flaxen blond foe eyed him thoughtfully. He shook his head and his upper lip curled in disgust. Draco took Harry roughly by the hand and led a protesting black haired youth away to an unknown location.

Harry followed him like a faithful dog, wondering what in the hell was going on.

Draco rarely ever touched him in any fashion, unless he had a damned good excuse. Still clutching at the other boy’s hand, Draco finally stopped in front of an old abandoned house, its door hanging wide open, as if it had been waiting for them.

Silently and without preamble, the two boys walked right in, with Draco shutting the door firmly behind them. Both teens looked at each other with many questions racing through their minds. None of these were answered as Draco once again led Harry up a grand winding staircase. Stopping at the top of the deep red-carpeted landing, Harry withdrew his hand from Draco’s bone crushing grasp. It was as if the other boy was afraid he might run away or something.

Harry was frightened by the look in Draco’s deep, piercing blue eyes. There was something cold and unyielding in them, something almost animal. He felt something stir deep within his loins, and he didn’t know how or why. He looked away, unable to comprehend or interpret these disturbing new feelings.

Draco took Harry by the arm and yanked him into an open door. He closed and bolted it shut.

They faced each other; Harry was extremely nervous now.

What was Malfoy planning to do to him? All kinds of horrible thoughts spun in circles as he stood there, pondering his plan of defense when all of a sudden, Draco leaned towards him and brushed his lips softly against a surprised Harry.

He didn’t back away or yell out, so Draco became braver and deepened the kiss. Harry felt pure fire coursing through his entire body. His heart pounded something fierce.

When Draco’s lips left his, Harry felt a sense of abandonment, a sense of loss. He longed for them back, but made no attempt to reach for the fair-haired boy.

Draco was breathing hard, his breath coming in spurts. “What was that for?” Harry asked stupidly.

Draco just smirked. “Do you really have to ask that, Potter?” Harry just stared at him and nodded. Draco sighed. He sat down on the purple velvet comforted bed, gesturing for Harry to join him. He did so quite hesitantly.

“You know, you may not believe this, but I’ve been watching you all year. I know there’s this gap between us that may possibly never be filled, but I was hoping tonight we could do something about it.” Draco paused and waited for Harry’s reaction.

He was stunned, to say the least. His mouth opened but no words came out, he was so shocked.

Draco laughed quietly. His eyes softened as he looked at Harry, who was still speechless. “Well, I um – I don’t – don’t know what to say, Malfoy.” Harry finally stuttered.

Draco placed a finger over his lips. “Shh. Please call me Draco. Maybe later you’ll change your mind.”

He reached up and gently removed Harry’s glasses from his face. Harry watched as he put them carefully onto the nightstand that was beside the bed.

“You look so much better without those dumb things. I can really see you.”

With those complimenting words, Draco slowly inched forward, until his mouth was on Harry’s. Harry couldn’t believe this was happening.

He never in a million years would’ve thought he and Malfoy would end up this way. The kiss wasn’t unpleasant, but Harry couldn’t quite pinpoint a feeling of uneasiness as Draco’s lips caressed his.

Draco leaned Harry back onto the bed, his left hand exploring the lower half of his body. Draco quickly peeled Harry of his bothersome clothes and paused. Harry looked up at his friend/nemeses questioningly.

“Enjoy this, enjoyus, Potter. Tonight is ours.” Draco whispered.

Harry stared into Draco’s hypnotizing slate eyes. Something wasn’t quite right here, and he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into a state of confusion.

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Harry tried his hardest to keep in control of the situation, but he knew damned good and well Draco had him right where he wanted him: Helpless and vulnerable.

Every time Draco used his lips to please him, Harry couldn’t see straight or breathe right. His hardened dick jumped at the other boy’s every touch; the slightest movement from Draco caused Harry to writhe in feeble protest.

For some unknown reason, he let Draco claim him, make him his own. Hardly knowing what he was doing, Harry bucked his hips in rhythm to Draco’s thrusts, digging his fingernails into his partner’s back. Draco snarled, his cries coming louder and faster. There was a look of pure evil and lust written on Draco’s sweat glistened face. Harry found it difficult to put off coming much longer.

“Say my name, Potter.” Draco whispered into his ear. Harry gritted his teeth, refusing to cave in. Draco suddenly grasped at Harry’s throat, almost destroying his windpipe. Harry choked and grabbed his arms and tried to fend him off, but he was much too strong.

“Say it.” He loosened his grip a fraction, allowing Harry to formulate the words. “Mal...foy.” Harry stuttered faintly. Draco leaned in closer, his forehead brushing against his cheek.

“No. Draco. Say Draco.” His hot breath almost seared Harry’s warm skin. He nodded, his eyes locked onto the pale blond.

“Draco.” Harry murmured. He felt his dick twitch. Draco relaxed his hold and gently ran a hand down Harry’s chest, causing him to arch his head back in pleasure. Harry couldn’t hold it in anymore. He moaned as the gooey and sticky white lava came spurting from the tip. Draco’s hand was covered with it.

Draco smiled and licked his hand clean, moving his tongue sensually about, turning Harry on even more. “Not a word of this to anyone, Potter. Do you understand?” He nodded mutely, still fighting to catch his breath and trying to come back down to earth.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. I sure wouldn’t want anything to happen to my little love slave.” Draco bent and kissed Harry once more. He wasn’t a bad kisser, that Potter.

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Back in the boy’s Gryffindor dormitory, Harry Potter awoke with a start, sweat dripping down his face.

What a nightmare. He was breathing heavily, his hands trembling violently. He sat up abruptly, glancing towards a window, squinting against the darkness.

Through the somewhat dense white mist, he thought he saw a mysterious, shadowy figure silhouetted against the moonbeams, but it was gone in a flash. Harry tried to convince himself it was just a figment of his imagination.

But he was sure he saw it. He wasn’t going crazy. He shook his head to clear his mind of the remnants of the already fading dream.

Where in the hell had that come from? Why had he suddenly dreamt about Malfoy and a rather erotic situation? He rubbed at his aching neck. It felt bruised and sore.

None of it made sense.

He lay back down, folding his hands across his heaving chest, trying to calm down. He rolled over on his side after a second, he closed his eyes and forced himself to go back to sleep.

But the figure he saw outside and Malfoy’s sweet kisses still lingered in the nooks and crannies of his mind, permeating his thoughts with unwanted desires and fantasies.

Even while he was trying to return to peaceful slumber, he still didn’t quite understand why his neck hurt like hell.

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