Control is Lost

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: So here is the sequel to Make Me a Match. It was a long time coming, nearly a year. I was going to write a longer fic but I just couldn't do it. Hopefully this will satisfy you guys!


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"Harry, why is Seamus wearing pink robes?"

"Hmm?" Harry asked, glancing up innocently from his breakfast. He looked where Hermione was pointing down the table, where Seamus' robes had just magically burst into a bright, neon pink. Seamus was blushing furiously and fumbling with his wand to reverse the spell.

"Seamus is in pink robes," she repeated disbelievingly, staring, along with the rest of the Hall, at him.

"I don't know, Hermione," Harry said, shrugging. He had to work hard to hide the smirk that came onto his face as he turned away and ate the rest of his meal.

"Uh, Seamus, mate," Ron said, walking up behind him, "did you know your robes are pink?"

"Yes, Ron!" Seamus exclaimed, annoyed. He was waving his wand furtively over the robes, but they remained defiantly pink.

Ron just shrugged and went to sit down with Harry and Hermione. "Looks like Seamus is having a time of it," he muttered to them.

Harry didn't trust himself to respond and so said nothing. Hermione, however, replied immediately. "He's been having a bad week, hasn't he? First, he tripped down the stairs and landed in that green paint that wouldn't come off, and now his robes are pink. Do you think someone is messing with him?"

Ron didn't reply, waiting until she turned away, then he turned slowly to glare at Harry. Harry just shrugged, working furiously not to smile. He looked away quickly and tried not to laugh.

Ever since he and Draco had gotten together, a couple of weeks ago, he'd had the burning desire to get Seamus back. He wanted Seamus to know what it felt like to be humiliated, like he had done to him.

Finally, breakfast ended and the Gryffindors rose to go to Care of Magical Creatures. Seamus sighed resignedly and left the Great Hall, his robes still as pink as ever. He followed the crowd slowly, dragging his feet.

Harry slowed down behind the rest of the group and Seamus and watched them walk down the stairs to the sweeping lawns and down to Hagrid's cabin. He hung back in the shadows, near the wall and waited.

A few moments later, a group of Slytherins came out of the Great Hall, also making their way down to Care of Magical Creatures. Harry waited until most of them had passed by, and then darted out, grabbing one and pulling him into the broom cupboard off the hall.

The door slammed shut behind him, throwing everything into darkness. There was silence for a moment and then a drawling voice reached Harry's ears.

"Why, Potter, I had no idea you were such a public person. In a broom closet, I ask you?"

"Shut it you," Harry said affectionately, smiling in the darkness. There was a whisper of sound and a beam of light illuminated the small room.

Draco stood against the wall, smirking at Harry, who stood before him. He took a step forward and slid his arms over Harry's neck, the wand falling to the floor with a clatter.

"Well, if you insist," Draco drawled, leaning forward and capturing Harry's lips in soft kiss. He pushed Harry back against the wall of the closet and his hands slid from around Harry’s neck, down his sides.

Harry moaned softly as his mouth was invaded by Draco's strong tongue. The tongue thrust deeply into the hot cavern's of Harry's mouth, tasting all of him. Harry's back hit the wall of the cupboard but he barely noticed.

Draco's hands slid down Harry’s sides, coming to grasp Harry's hips, pulling them flush against his own.

Harry felt a rush of heat overtake his body when he felt Draco's erection pressing into his own.

"Fuck, Draco--" he gasped when Draco crashed their hardening members together.

Draco ignored him, latching onto his neck with his mouth, sucking on the tanned flesh and nibbling it with his teeth, leaving red marks on the skin.

Harry was panting heavily, his face flushed, as Draco continued his exploration of Harry's neck and throat, traveling lower.

Draco slid his hands back up Harry's body, barely flitting over the skin. He slipped them under Harry's shirt and they roamed over his muscled backside, pulling him closer.

Draco bit down lightly on Harry's neck, causing a hiss of both pain and pleasure. Harry was already lost in the pleasure of what Draco was doing to him, but, suddenly, he came to his senses. He made a startled noise and pushed Draco away.

Draco backed away reluctantly, giving Harry a skeptical look. Harry sighed and took out his wand. He pointed it at his neck and, in a second, the red marks had been concealed.

"This wasn't why I pulled you in here," he said in an exasperated voice.

"But it's been three days, Harry," Draco whined, moving back closer to Harry and slipping a hand around his waist again.

"I know," Harry sighed. He hadn't been able to sneak away lately. Something always came up, it seemed. "Soon, I promise."

"You better," Draco said in a playfully warning voice. "So what did you want?"

"It everything ready?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Yes," Draco sighed. "You're lucky he agreed."

"Yeah, but he is going to, right?"

"Yes, Harry!" Draco said, exasperated. "When can we stop this?"

"This is the last one, I swear. I just want Seamus to understand how I felt."

"Yeah, but you're happy, aren't you?" Draco asked suspiciously.

Harry grinned and kissed him softly. "Yes," he replied. "I just want Seamus to know what it feels like to be manipulated and made fun of."

Draco just shrugged and reached down to pick up his wand. "Fine, Harry, but no more after this. He agreed; that should be enough."

"It is, I promise," Harry said reassuringly. The he glanced down at his wand and jumped. "Shit, we're late! Really late."

They hastily checked that the coast was clear before sneaking out of the closet. They made their way separately down to Hagrid's cabin, only to find that the lesson hadn't started yet. Apparently, Hagrid was late as well.

"Can't the great oaf learn how to tell time?" Draco drawled loudly when he arrived. Most of the Slytherin's guffawed stupidly. Harry merely rolled his eyes, knowing it was all a show. Hermione bristled but said nothing, too intent on berating Harry for his lateness.

"Where did you go? You were right behind us when we were walking down."

"I forgot something in the dormitory," Harry lied smoothly. For once, she accepted his reason without question.

Harry glanced over to where Seamus was standing, looking glum in his pink robes. A movement caught his eye as Blaise Zabini detached himself from the Slytherin's and made his way over to Seamus. He sauntered up to Seamus, a debonair smile playing on his lips.

Harry was watching them almost avidly, and then he realized it was probably not the best thing to be doing, but he wanted to know what was going on. Instead, he edged carefully closer to where they stood, but still making sure to stay next to Ron and Hermione.

"Nice robes," Blaise commented, smirking at Seamus.

Seamus just scowled. "Yeah, well, it wasn't exactly my choice."

"Well, you know what they say," Blaise drawled, looking Seamus up and down, "real men wear pink." He raised a suggestive eyebrow and Seamus stared at him for a second.

"I guess..." he replied awkwardly.

Blaise just smirked, clearly enjoying the uncomfortable-air he was causing. "Listen, Finnigan, there's a little get-together tonight in the Room of Requirement. You interested?"

Blaise gave him a winning smile and Seamus looked confused for a moment. He was silent as he thought it over. "Well..." he said finally. "I guess I could..."

"Great," Blaise said, smiling at him. It was kind of a deceiving smile in Harry's opinion. "Be there at eight. The door will be open."

Seamus nodded in an unsure way. Blaise quirked an eyebrow and backed away, blending back in with the rest of the Slytherin's. Harry was about to go over to Seamus and ask him about it when Hagrid came into view.

"'Lo guys!" he greeted them enthusiastically and Harry knew it couldn't be good. He was right when he saw Hagrid disappear behind his cabin and come back out with an animal that forcefully reminded Harry of a ferret.

He heard the snickers erupt behind him and knew it wouldn't be good. He turned to see Draco glowering at all those laughing. Harry prayed, for their sakes, that they would stop.

Hagrid informed them that the creature was called a Jarvey, closely-related to the ferret in size and intelligence. The most interesting thing, perhaps, of the Jarvey was its vocabulary.

The small rodent, which was confined by a leash, would sit up on its hind legs and spit out phrases like, "Bugger the worms" and "Bloody shagging students."

Most of the phrases were rather rude but, nonetheless, caused irrepressible laughter among the students. Even Draco was less inclined to curse everyone in his path by the end of the lesson.

The class ended, with nothing more than a few bruised egos from the Jarvey, and the students traipsed back to the castle. Harry noticed Seamus walking slower than everyone, apparently lost in thought. He wanted to ask what it was but couldn't. He couldn't let Seamus know that he wasn't mad at him anymore.

Instead, he faced forward and didn't look back again. He continued with the class to lunch and more classes after that. After a bout of Transfiguration and Charms, Harry was finally able to retreat to his own dormitory. He passed through the common room and up to his room, seeking the solitude.

No one was in the dorm, so he went to his bed and was going to lie down for a bit. He opened the hangings and let out a surprised gasp. He quickly climbed in and wrenched the hangings shut behind him. He then turned to the person sitting so comfortably on his bed.

"Draco!" he hissed. "What are you doing here?"

Draco gave a fake sigh and crawled forward, coming within inches of Harry. "Three days, Harry," he reminded him, snaking a hand around Harry's waist and tugging him down on the bed with him.

Harry groaned but allowed himself to be pulled down. Draco rolled Harry onto his back and pushed himself up. He reached over for his wand that had been set on the bedside table and placed a Silencing Charm around the perimeter of the bed. He placed the wand back and leaned over Harry.

He lowered himself slowly onto Harry, pressing his lips against Harry's softly. It didn't last long, though. Both had been feeling far too deprived to go slowly. Harry pushed his body against Draco's in a willing show of submission.

Draco ran his tongue over Harry's bottom lip, requesting the entrance he knew he would get.

Sure enough, Harry invited the probing tongue inside his mouth and was immediately lost in the sensation. Draco's tongue thrust ruthlessly into the hot caverns beyond. It lashed at Harry's mouth, massaging his own tongue, engaging it in a seductive dance.

Harry moaned loudly into the kiss when Draco's hands shoved roughly under his tee shirt. They skated over the tanned skin, setting fire everywhere they touched.

Harry's body arched involuntarily upward at the touch, accidentally crashing his already throbbing erection with Draco's and shooting a wave of fire over his entire body.

He broke the kiss with a sudden gasp. "Fuck!"

Draco pulled back for a second, panting heavily. He didn't let it distract him, though, and immediately attacked Harry's neck, licking and sucking the succulent flesh.

Harry's hands were running over Draco's clothed backside when he realized that they were wearing far too many clothes. His hands scrabbled at the shirt, lifting it up halfway. His hands brushed against the pale skin, sending electric volts through Draco's body. He hissed as Harry's fingernails dragged along the skin, leaving red marks.

He pushed himself up and hastily removed the shirt completely then did the same with his trousers. He reached down to Harry, pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his golden stomach and chest. Draco couldn't resist himself and ran his hands up Harry's torso, marveling in the softness of the skin.

He shook himself out of it, though, and slid his hands down to the waist of Harry's pants, running a finger around it teasingly. He dipped down and began bathing the skin with his hot tongue. Underneath him, Harry writhed and squirmed from the torture.

"Please, Draco," he breathed, his eyes shut tight. His hand slid down the bed and down into Draco's hair, urging him to get a move on.

Draco continued his worship to the golden skin, nipping it lightly as he continued upward. His tongue dipped into Harry's belly button and trailed over his taut stomach muscles. He slid skillfully up Harry's body, teasing the raven-haired boy mercilessly. He reached Harry's neck and continued to lick and suck the soft flesh.

His hands, meanwhile, were still massaging Harry's sides carefully, moving lower with every second. Finally, Draco abandoned Harry's neck and smirked at him. Then he kissed him hard, simultaneously undoing the button and zipper on Harry's trousers and sliding them over his hips and to the foot of the bed.

Harry gave a sharp gasp as his pulsing erection was exposed to the cold air of the dormitory. He didn't have much time to feel it, though, as Draco's warm hand wrapped around it and began to pump slowly.

Harry moaned and writhed under Draco's ministrations. Finally, Draco seemed to have had enough of the teasing. He removed his hand from Harry's cock, ignoring the displeased whimper he received. He reached over and grabbed his wand from the table.

A whispered lubrication spell later, Harry was back in his utopia of pleasure. Draco slid a finger carefully inside his body, wiggling it around, stretching Harry as much as possible.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed as Draco's finger brushed the spot inside his body that caused jolt of pleasure to shoot through his body. Draco merely smirked up at him and removed the fingers.

He placed the head of his leaking cock at Harry's entrance and pushed in slowly, through the ring of tight muscles until he was fully ensconced in the boy's body.

"Dra--co," Harry panted through gulps of air, "Fu--uck, please, go!"

Draco readily complied, sliding back a bit and then slamming into Harry's body, ripping a cry from Harry's throat. Harry's hips slammed upward to meet Draco's in a combustion of heat. Draco gasped as his cock rammed deeper into Harry, the hot muscles squeezing around it almost excruciatingly.

"Fuck, Harry--" he gasped as he slammed harder into the lithe body. He leaned down and gave Harry a hard, possessive kiss but broke it seconds later as a wave of heat washed over his body.

He braced himself on either side of Harry and slammed into his body, needing release. He could feel his climax coming and he was lost in a haze of lust as it came over him. He shot deep inside the Harry, screaming his name as he came.

He barely noticed when Harry came seconds later, too wrapped up in his own release. He thrust a few last times, recklessly slamming into the body beneath him, until he had no energy left and collapsed on the bed.

Beside him, Harry was panting heavily, trying to keep his eyes open. With what energy he had left, he turned over and smiled at Draco, who looked terribly winded; his hair askew and his face flushed pink.

Harry grinned and snuggled into his side. "You're amazing," he whispered.

"Yup," Draco replied and Harry laughed. Draco was silent for a moment but then shifted. "It's almost eight."

Harry shot up so suddenly that Draco was taken aback. Harry turned to him. "We have to go!"

Draco sighed, almost wishing he hadn't said anything. Harry had become obsessed with getting revenge on Seamus the last couple days. He understood he was upset, but he didn't see what the big deal was. Whatever the case, he knew Harry wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. He could be quite persistent that way; it was something Draco admired about him.

Harry was hastily pulling on his clothes and threw Draco's at him. Draco dressed slowly and Harry waited impatiently for him to finish. When he was done, Harry sneaked out into the dormitory and Draco heard a voice.

“What are you doing, mate?” It was Ron.

Draco groaned softly and slid off the bed, going out of the protection of the hangings and into the dormitory.

Ron was standing next to Harry as he rummaged in his trunk, coming up with his Invisibility Cloak.

“Malfoy!” he exclaimed when Draco appeared. Then he turned to Harry, indignant. “Can’t you do that somewhere else?”

“Of course not, Weasel,” Draco drawled in response. “What would be the fun in that?”

Ron scowled but said no more on the subject. “Where are you going?” he asked, eyeing the Invisibility Cloak suspiciously.

“To finish this thing with Seamus,” Harry said, taking the cloak and throwing it over Draco and himself.

Ron just sighed, knowing it was useless to try and talk him out of it. “Fine, just be careful.”

“Sure thing,” Ron heard the response from the air in front of him. He heard the dormitory door open and shut and knew they were gone.

Together, Harry and Draco crept down to the common room and through the portrait hole. They moved slowly down the corridor until they reached the hallway where the Room of Requirement was hidden.

Here, they stopped, contemplating the wall. Harry heard a noise behind him and turned to see Blaise sauntering up the corridor. Harry glanced around quickly and took off the cloak, stowing it in his pocket.

Blaise stopped as he came upon them and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" he drawled.

Harry pulled him over into a side corridor and Draco followed. "Are you ready?" he whispered.

"Of course, Potter," Blaise replied disdainfully. "Don't you trust me?"

"No," Harry frowned.

Blaise laughed for a second. "And rightfully so. Draco, anything you'd like to add?"

Draco looked up at him and scowled. "Yeah, you fucking better do this right or you'll have me to answer to."

"Touchy," Blaise said with a smirk. "Don't worry, Drakey, I'll do it right."

Draco scowled at the nickname and Harry frowned. He hoped Blaise would pull this off the right way.

"So you want me to get him all hot and bothered and then leave him? Maybe snap a photo to display around the school?" Blaise asked, a cruel smirk twisting his features.

Harry frowned again. "I don't want you to hurt him like that. Just, you know, embarrass him."

"What's the fun in that?" Blaise asked, sounding put-out.

"I don't want him humiliated. I just want him to know what it feels like to be manipulated."

"Tough luck, Potter," Blaise replied smoothly. "This is in my hands now and I do what I want."

"What?! No!" Harry exclaimed but it was too late. Blaise left them, striding across the hall and waiting for a door to pop into existence, which it did, moments later.

Harry could do nothing as Blaise disappeared inside. He saw Seamus come moments later and quickly hid under the Invisibility Cloak. Once he was gone, Harry turned to Draco, indignance in his features.

"Stop him!" he ordered him and Draco actually laughed.

"He's a Slytherin, Harry. You can't stop them from doing what they want. You should know that by now."

Harry sighed, annoyed. "But I don't want Seamus to be humiliated!"

"What did you want, then?"

"I-- I just--" Harry stuttered through his explanation, not even really sure what he'd wanted. "I just wanted him to know that it's not nice to manipulate people!"

"Isn't that what you're doing here?"

"Well, yes," Harry admitted. "But that wasn't what I meant!"

"What did you mean?"

"Damn it, Draco!" Harry exclaimed, tired of explaining. "I didn't mean to do this. I didn't want to hurt him! I have to stop this!"

"What?" Draco asked, panicked as Harry threw off the cloak and started towards the Room. "No, Harry, you can't!"

"Yes, I can! It's my fault! I have to tell Seamus!"

Draco tried to stop him, but it was no use. Harry had started forward and, amazingly, the door to the Room of Requirement materialized for him. He seized the handle and, before Draco could stop him, barged into the room.

What he saw made his mouth drop to the floor and his eyes widen in disbelief. Seamus and Blaise were in the middle of a very heavy bout of shagging.

"Oh, fuck, Blaise," he heard Seamus gasp from within the mass of writhing body.

Harry let out a tiny squeak and backed out of the room as quickly as he could go. He backed up, his hand over his mouth. Draco looked at him closely.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Harry shook his head slowly, his eyes still wide. Finally, he lowered his hand and stared at the door to the Room. "Blaise isn't humiliating him."

"No, he isn't," Draco said quietly and Harry looked at him sharply.

"How do you know?"

"Well--" Draco started to say but was interrupted by the door to the Room of Requirement opening and Seamus and Blaise emerging.

Seamus looked at Harry for a second, and then his eyes flickered to Draco, who stood nearby. Then he grinned roguishly at Harry.

"I knew it!" he said triumphantly and Harry scowled. "But really, Harry, if you're going to get back at me, it might be better to choose someone I'm not dating."

Harry's mouth dropped open again and he turned to stare at Blaise, who shrugged and smirked, snaking his arm around Seamus' waist and pulling him closer.

"B-b-but you--" Harry said, unable to gather his thoughts. "You lied?! And you lied!" he shouted, turning to Draco, who gave him an apologetic look.

"You were getting a bit obsessed," he said simply. "Can we stop now?" He gave Harry a pleading look and Harry sighed.

He glanced back at Seamus and Blaise, who stood off to the side. He scowled for a moment but then it melted away.

"Fine," he said grudgingly. "But you" he said, indicating Seamus, "are never setting me up again. I swear to Merlin, I will--"

"Why would he need to set you up again?" Draco interrupted, looking at Harry suspiciously.

Harry flushed. "Er... I didn't mean... I'm an idiot."

Draco looked at him suspiciously for a second and then smirked. "Yeah, you are."

Harry just rolled his eyes but could say no more as Draco grabbed his hand and dragged him off to Harry's dormitory so they could scar Ron for life. Seamus and Blaise watched them go, feeling amused.

Seamus turned to Blaise and smiled at him. "That went swimmingly."

"Yeah," Blaise murmured, leaning down to kiss Seamus. "And that room is still there, just waiting to be used."

Seamus didn't need telling twice and he grabbed Blaise's hand, pulling him back into the Room of Requirement, the door shutting behind them and materializing once more into stone.


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A/N: Please review!