Fucker

A/N: Some people have 'suggested' that I should have put up warnings for rape for this story. While I did not write it as non-con, I can see how it could be interpreted that way. So if you're not into that kind of thing, I suggest you probably don't read this story. There, consider yourself officially warned. Enjoy...

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Harry crept silently behind Theodore Nott under the safety of his invisibility cloak, entering the Slytherin common room. He noticed that most of the students had already gone to bed, including one Draco Malfoy. Perfect. Harry had decided it was time to teach that bastard a lesson once and for all.

He climbed the stairs to the boys dormitory, and slid through the door. Draco’s curtains were pulled mostly closed, but there was a big enough gap to allow Harry to fit through and grant him access to the sleeping and vulnerable blonde. Harry cast a silencing spell around the bed, and pulled off his cloak. He quickly climbed on top of Draco, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. The blonde started, groggily trying to figure out what had woken him.

Harry took advantage of his dazed state to cast an ‘incarcerous’, tying Draco’s hands to the top corners of his four poster bed. Before Draco could get a word out, Harry pulled his own tie off and used it to gag the bound teen.

Satisfied that Draco was well secured and silenced, Harry unleashed his fury on his rival. He delivered blow after violent blow to the once perfect aristocratic features of the Malfoy heir. Draco immediately developed a black eye and a severely split lip, which was currently staining Harry’s tie with deep red blood.

The breathless grunts and moans coming from the boy beneath him gave Harry great pleasure. This boy had made his life a living hell for the past seven years, and it made Harry feel so good to unleash his anger.

After several minutes of Draco thrashing underneath him, Harry felt a hardness digging into his inner thigh. He ceased his violent attack to stare down at his rival with a look of complete shock on his face. Harry was beating the living shit out of him, and Draco was getting off on it. The look on Draco’s face spoke of shame and pure self-disgust, and Harry had never been more turned on in his life. He pulled his hand back, and back-handed Draco hard across the face.

“You filthy whore, you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?” Harry sniggered, grabbing Draco’s hips roughly, and thrusting his own arousal into them. Draco let out half of a muffled moan, before catching himself and stopping it short.

“Oh, come on baby. Loosen up. It’s going to happen anyway so you might as well enjoy it,” Harry teased, still thrusting his hips against Draco’s. He leaned down and swiped his tongue along the shell of Draco’s ear, before biting down on his earlobe. Draco cried out in pain, and it was music to Harry’s ears. He moved further down to Draco’s neck, licking a long line up the sensitive flesh, before adding a series of painful love bites along Draco’s collar bone.

Draco could no longer help himself, he was writhing underneath Harry and moaning as bursts of pleasure and pain assaulted his senses. But it wasn’t enough for Harry. He needed more than the frantic grinding of two inexperience teenagers. He sat up, straddling Draco once more, and looked thoughtfully down at the flushed and panting boy underneath him.

“Have you ever been fucked before, Draco?” Harry asked, dragging his fingernails harshly down Draco’s bare chest.

Harry’s cock very nearly jumped out of his pants when Draco shook his head with a look of pure fear on his face.

“Mmm...good,” Harry purred, raising himself onto his hands and knees, “glad to know I’ll be the first to pound that tight virgin hole of yours.”

Draco began to shake his head violently from one side to the other, while pulling harshly on the ropes securing his hands, in an attempt to get away.

“Uh uh...bad Draco,” Harry admonished, cracking his fist hard into Draco’s ribs. Draco grunted and began breathing heavily again, lust burning black in his eyes.

Harry soothed the tender site with his fingers, before reaching down to drag Draco’s pyjama pants over his hips. Draco tried to hold his hips down hard against the bed, so Harry could not take his pants down. Harry smiled in response, before leaning down and mouthing Draco’s hard cock through the material of his pyjama pants. The feel of Harry’s hot mouth so temptingly close to his arousal made Draco arch his hips up, trying to get more of that promising feeling. Harry used this to his advantage, pulling Draco’s pants down around his knees.

He heard Draco whine in the back of his throat, realising he had been tricked. Harry rewarded him with a long, slow lick from the base of Draco’s cock, to the leaking tip. Draco gave a low moan, and thrust his hips up towards Harry’s mouth. Harry grinned at Draco’s actions, and took him into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, sending vibrations up Draco’s cock. Harry brought his hand up to hold Draco’s hips still, but instead decided to let nature take it’s course. That course was, apparently, letting Draco fuck his mouth.

He held his head still, frantically working his tongue along the underside of Draco’s cock, until he felt Draco tense up. He quickly reached out and clamped his hand around the base of Draco’s cock, stopping him from reaching release. Draco cried out in frustration, and tried to dislodge Harry’s hand by moving his hips around.

“Not yet, sweet,” Harry whispered, his breath teasingly ghosting over Draco’s cock, “we have much, much more to enjoy.”

Harry kept his hand around Draco’s cock while he shifted to a position in between Draco’s legs. He used his free hands to push Draco’s knees up, resting his feet on the mattress. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on two of them. Draco watched in stunned silence as his rival lowered his hand to between his legs. He jumped as he felt a cool, wet finger stroke his entrance, and slowly push itself in.

It wriggled around a little, letting him get used to the intrusive feeling, before a second finger was added. Draco felt the burn of this stretch, but Harry didn’t seem to care. He scissored his fingers impatiently, before abandoning the whole idea and withdrawing them completely. Draco knew that he was nowhere near well enough prepared to be able to endure Harry’s anger. He sobbed in fear as Harry positioned the head of his cock against his entrance. Harry began to push in slowly, not stopping until he rested fully inside a screaming Draco.

Harry steadied himself with one hand on Draco’s hip, and the other hand reaching out to rest against Draco’s neck. He pulled out slowly, moaning loudly as he did, before thrusting back in to the blonde boy, hard and fast. Draco cried out, whether in pleasure or pain Harry didn’t know, nor did he really care.

Searing pain was all Draco could feel. He felt like it was all he had ever known, like he had spent his life tied to this bed, being violated by the wizarding world’s golden boy. He was sure that he was bleeding, but then Harry’s hand enclosed around his throat, and all thought escaped his mind. Tears of pain and ecstasy rolled down his face, leaving stained trails down his cheeks.

Being choked during sex had always been one of Draco’s fantasies, but he realised now that it was a lot different to how he had imagined it. It was painful, and if he could create a decent thought within his lust-clouded head, he would have feared for his life. It was exhilarating.

Harry tightened his grip around Draco’s throat as he slammed his hips forcefully into the blonde boy, not caring if he was cutting off Draco’s oxygen.

“You...fucker…” Harry grunted, “you’ve...made...my...life...hell,” he accentuated each word with a vicious snap of his hips, the last one striking Draco’s prostate. Draco let out a scream, and his eyelids fluttered shut. Harry kept his current angle and continued to badger Draco’s prostate, closing his hand tighter around Draco’s throat with each thrust.

The asphyxiation was making Draco feel light-headed, almost high. His body rose above the pain it was receiving, to feel only the rough pleasure shooting up his spine. With one last forceful thrust from Harry, Draco came explosively, covering Harry’s chest with sticky warmth.

The spasming muscles of his body contracted around Harry, and ripped his orgasm from him, making Harry feel as though he was emptying his very soul into his rival. Harry collapsed onto Draco’s sweat-slicked body, panting harshly as he came down from his high.

When he had gotten his breath back, Harry got up off Draco’s bed, pulling his pants up as he went.

“Thanks pet, maybe I’ll come back for more sometime,” he whispered, stroking Draco’s blood-stained hair. He lifted his invisibility cloak up, and began to drape it around his body as he headed for the door.

Draco realised that Harry was intending on leaving him naked and tied up, and he began to thrash around the bed, in an attempt to get Harry’s attention, so he could at least try to reason with him.

Harry just chuckled darkly and disappeared from sight.