Devil's Plaything

Devil's Plaything by Supersonic Bitch
Pairing: Draco/Colin (they didn't have that on the list.)


Harry finally got away from the Potions class. His hands, shoulders and back were aching because Snape had ordered him to clean all the mess Neville had made while leaking his potion (or "disaster" as Snape had called it) all over the place. He closed the door, hoping that if there was a God, He would just this once smile upon him and make Snape and his hellish lessons just go away. And that idiot Lockhart with his stupid photographs and his obsession to draw Harry into his even more fucking stupid attention-seeking. Please, just away from me and my life. Forever. For-fucking-ever.

But God was not there or perhaps the Divine just did not feel like smiling today. Instead, there was Colin Creevey, certainly smiling and talking to Harry as soon as he saw him.
"Hi, Harry. May I take just one more picture of you, please?" Colin was holding his camera, looking at Harry with adoration shining from his face so badly it was a wonder it didn't create real light. Flashlight. Last straw for Harry in his current state of mind.
"And then YOU! Get the HELL away from me with your stupid camera!"

Harry turned his back to Colin and stormed away, just away. Not noticing that Draco Malfoy had also been waiting and absolutely not noticing the devious smirk that crept slowly on Draco's face. Colin stood there for a moment, trying to swallow his tears and turned back, heading to the opposite direction. So filled with his sorrow and feeling of rejection, he also did not notice Draco until somehow he just happened to step on Colin's way so that he stumbled on the Pureblood Slytherin boy. (Oh no no, please no, that evil Draco Malfoy! And I stepped on his foot! Dear God, just make him insult me, do not let him hurt me or hex me or-)

Draco did not. Actually he looked at Colin with compassion on his beautiful, pale face, even putting his hand on the young boy's shoulder like he was trying to comfort him.
"I'm sorry for being on your way. But I know just how you feel." (I was planning to hex Potter with one of those curses father taught me but I think this will lead into something much better if I play my cards right.) Draco took a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to Colin who stood there completely baffled.
"You... know?" (What? How? Like he seems to ...care about my feelings? Why?)
"Yes. I tried to befriend Potter." (Harry, Draco. Harry. And get some despair on your face, now!) "And... and Harry rejected me, rejected my adoration for him and yelled at me."
"But.. you hate him. You insult him. How..."
"I do not hate, nor despise him." (Yes, I can feel the despair facade setting in.) "I just... can't endure not being around him and ...while everybody else thinks I am insulting him, he knows that I really am ...insulting myself for.. for not being worthy of his friendship." (Keep that fucking despair on your face, Draco.)
"Really? I did not ..know." (And all the time I thought he was cruel and ...everything like that.)
"Almost no one knows. But... I think we should go somewhere else to discuss this." (We sure as Hell should. Someone could see me talking to a fucking Mudblood.) As Colin did not seem to be able to take Draco's handkerchief, the blonde Pureblood wiped the boy's tears off himself. (By Abaddon, my fucking expensive handmade handkerchief will never be clean after this. Well, rather soon neither will this one-use Mudblood toy.) "Can you go outside while I get something to ease your pain?"
"Umm... I can. I don't have any lessons now." (My life is like ...turning upside down. Malfoy does not hate Harry and he ...really understands my feelings.) "I'd ...like to. Where outside?"
"Behind those big bushes near the Forbidden Forest. It's a safe, quiet place. I know as I have been there from time to time, crying." (Must swallow my snigger. Must make it look like I'm swallowing tears.)
"Okay. But... what was that about something easing my pain?" (Draco Malfoy crying alone and then looking cold and aloof in front of others? What self-control he must have.)
"Something to make the pain go away for awhile. You'll see." (Oh yes, you will see.)

While Colin went on his own way, towards the entrance of Hogwarts, Draco hurried to the Slytherin dungeons, finally allowing himself to snigger. He whispered the password "Pureblood" to the door, ran through the maze and was soon in the boys' dormitory frantically searching for something from under his bed. He took a small, completely black, even blacker than black box from his trunk. It looked like there was no means to open it but of course Draco knew better, having had this as a Samhain present from his loving father. Loving and loved, in more ways than one, even if Draco tried to keep his feelings for Lucius held at bay now, to ease his aching longing for his father.

He whispered "Pure blood is thicker than water." to the box and it opened, revealing quite a lot of interesting small items. He took a little, delicate green snake-shaped bottle from there, and some bottles of Butterbeer wrapped inside of his third-best black silk pyjamas. (Here. Maybe it was precognition or something but it really looks like this little wonder I "borrowed" from Lucius' private collection will make my next hour extremely enjoyable.) Draco opened one bottle of Butterbeer and, smirking, mixed some drops of the transparent liquid into it. (Little and ...useful for a while. Just like that Mudblood boy.) He put the green bottle back into the black box, closed it carefully and hid it even more carefully.

Colin Creevey was waiting inside the perfect maze of beautiful bushes Hagrid had planted and tenderly cared for, a few years now, only slightly grumbling to himself about not being allowed to plant anything that would bite. Although there were traces of sorrow in Colin's eyes, his innocent face betrayed also emotions of anticipation and even delight as he saw Draco coming. The beautiful Pureblood boy sat comfortably down on the green grass, took two bottles from his bag and offered the one already opened to Colin.

"Thank you. What is this, Draco? Or... do you mind if I call you just Draco?"
"Butterbeer. Tastes even better when it has got some air so I opened your bottle in beforehand." (So much trust and closeness in his voice even now. This will be good.) "And of course I don't mind you calling me by my first name."
"Beer? But I'm so young... surely I'm not allowed to drink-"
"Oh, no no. No alcohol in it." (Just a healthy dose of Breath of Inanna. Or... possibly not actually healthy for you.) "It's the best and most popular children's drink in the Wizarding world, kinda like your Coca- umm... what is it?" (Yes, allow that Mudblood feel a bit of pride about his useless knowledge of fucking stupid Muggle things.)
"Coca-Cola. I love it."
"Then you will love this even more, it tastes really great and makes one all warm and positively giddy inside. Have a taste, won't you?"
"Sure will. Thanks, Draco." Colin took a small gulp from his bottle and another, much bigger right after that. "Wow! This is wonderful!"
"It sure is. But... have you seen this?" Draco took his wand, pointed it at his own bottle and uttered "Alohomora!" The cork popped off instantly. "The opening spell doesn't work only on doors and such, of course." Draco took a long gulp from his own bottle, sucking it quite lasciviously.
"Cool! May I try it on my next- Oh, sorry Draco. I didn't mean to be greedy or anything." Colin blushed.
"Of course you will and I am sure you do not need to try, as you are doing so well with your spells." (The first symptoms are so there now. Greedy for pleasures, shy with affection. Delicious.)
"I got a few bottles from Lucius, you know, my dear father, to.. as he said, to lighten up my life at Hogwarts." (As if Father would ever give me such cheap things as presents.) "But I was going to speak with you about Harry. He... did not accept me because I was sorted into Slytherin. And.. I don't know what else I did wrong..."
Draco bit his lips, amazingly managing to keep his voice full of sorrow and his face an utterly deceitful mask of suppressed longing. (Must. Keep. This. Face. Draco. Now. Think. About Not. Meeting. Lucius. Until. Yule.)

"But... the Sorting Hat makes its decisions by itself! It's not YOUR fault to be sorted into Slytherin!" Colin's voice was full of compassion mixed with that so-called "righteous anger" Gryffindors were so famous for. He took more gulps from his Butterbeer, the white foam leaving interesting traces on his lips, some of that stuff dripping on his jaw.

Draco lowered his angular, fragile-looking face to show despair, or more accurately hiding that damn smirk that was creeping on his lips all the time. (Stupid Mudblood got one thing right. It is not my fault to be in Slytherin, it's my privilege. Actually it is my birthright.)

"I think I.. don't know anything ...anymore." (Oh yes, I do. I know precisely what will happen. You will almost instantly come over and hug me, trying to comfort me with your inferior body. And that you surely will do.)

And, being a Malfoy, Draco was of course right. After a brief minute, Colin was in his arms, swooning, his small erection pressed against Draco's lithe body. Being taught by the best teacher ever, Draco answered Colin's reactions tenderly, first hugging tightly, then planting gentle kisses on the younger boy's face. First on his forehead, then cheeks and lastly a small, shy kiss on his lips. Colin answered by flooding Draco's face with wet kisses, very clumsy but oh, so hungry. His inexperience and eagerness to please made Draco's cock harden too.

(I can so understand my father's preferences. Although I was never that clumsy.) The blonde Pureblood carefully moved on to the next stage, allowing himself to touch Colin's body more intimately, but still not touching his prick because teasing would make all this work so much better as he knew from that one time of using Breath of Inanna with Lucius on his birthday. He kissed Colin on the mouth more intimately now, licking the Gryffindor boy's lips and even probing Colin's mouth gently with his tongue and the boy answered eagerly. Still kissing, Draco put his hand on Colin's jeans, touching his cock ever so slightly.

Colin let out a strangled moan into Draco's mouth and then pulled back but not from disgust, certainly not disgust as his eyes were shining with an emotion possibly most exactly described as "I finally found someone who is like me".
"I.. thought I was.. the only one. I mean.." Colin blushed again, now worse than ever before in his life.
"The only one who is gay?" (Draco. Now. You. Fucking. Smile. With. Loving. Affection. Not. With. Predatory. Lust.)
"Of course not. There are many of us. We just don't show our emotions in public because there are so many people just seething with hatred against gays. I guess that was my worst mistake with Harry, confessing my sexual identity to him."
"Poor Draco." Colin was soon in Draco's arms again, even more trusting and vulnerable now. He reached one trembling hand towards the androgynously beautiful blonde's fly, finally touching Draco's erection through his trousers, very awkwardly.
"No need to be afraid, Colin. I'll teach you what to do." (This is progressing too fucking slowly. I want that irritating Mudblood's lips around my cock now!)
A wave of relief swept across Colin's face. (He'll teach me. He doesn't mind I have never done anything with another boy before.)

Of course Draco didn't mind, he was simply delighted with the idea of staining the young Gryffindor's innocence forever. The blonde Pureblood boy unbuttoned his black velvet trousers, allowing Colin a full view of his erect cock.
Unable to lift his eyes from that beautiful sight, Colin still noticed something.
"You are not... wearing any underwear."
"No. It feels more comfortable being without." Draco took Colin's trembling hand and with his nimble, delicate fingers guided it gently around his cock.
"Stroke it. Tenderly first as I don't think you want to hurt me."
"Of course I don't want to hurt you." (How can I ever have thought he would be evil?)
Draco let out a quiet moan.
"Ahh.. you're good. Do you mind if I teach you something more advanced?"
"I feel good? Really? Please, teach me that advanced thing?"
"You're so good I'm surprised you haven't been doing anything with other boys before." (Of course you are not and now you are begging. That is making me feel so damn aroused.)
Draco slid his hand into Colin's jeans, touching his prick ever so softly, spreading the boy's precome around his length. (He will not last long. Not that I mind. So much less work to make him come.) Colin tried to suppress his moans of pleasure, not succeeding very well. Actually not succeeding at all. Nothing had ever felt that intense. Nothing had ever felt that good.
"To the next lesson then?" Draco finally allowed himself to smirk openly, with a hint of mischief. "This may feel a bit strange and of course you don't have to.." (You sure as motherfucking Hell will or I'll rape your mouth.) "...but it just makes me feel so good."
"I'll do anything to make you feel good. I... it felt so nice. Like waking up on Christmas morning or something."
"Well, I aim to satisfaction." (My own, that is.) "But onto the next lesson; could you ..lick my cock?"
"Wow. I mean, yes. I just hope I don't hurt you." (I have been dreaming about doing this to Harry but now ...I feel like it's even better doing all that with Draco.)
"Don't be afraid of that. I'll guide you all the way." (Of course I'll guide you. I don't want any teeth-marks on my prick because of your utter fucking incompetence.) "Now, start by licking and if you feel like you're up to it, take my cock into your mouth and suck it." (Ah. Finally some real use for that idiotic Gryffindor courage.)
Colin started with light, shy licks and when now encouraged by Draco's sibilant sounds of pleasure, he gained confidence and continued licking more intensely while Draco guided him by gentle movements of his delicate, perfectly-manicured hands, not bothering to talk to Colin until the boy took the head of Draco's prick inside his mouth, failing miserably with his teeth.
"Ow!" (I should have guessed those bloody Gryffindors can't do anything right.) There was anger in Draco's grey eyes and Colin looked even more terrified than when he had "accidentally" stumbled on the blonde Pureblood's way.
"Sorry, Draco! I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you! Please, don't be angry!"
(Must. Gain. Control. Must. Get. Some. Fucking. Compassion. On. My. Face.)
"Of course not. It's actually entirely my fault." (My fault not to remove your fucking teeth. What use are they for, anyway?) "You couldn't know and I'm so sorry if I accidentally scared you. But.. if you still want to continue..." (If you don't want, I will fucking make you to.)
"You will let me? But if I hurt you again..."
Draco kissed Colin with an affection that could only be described as "utterly and completely false", also softly stroking the Gryffindor boy's prick, still hard as a rock. Quite a small rock but still.
"Don't worry, my precious. I'll guide you better this time. You should cover your teeth with your lips and then everything will go just fine." (It fucking better.)
Colin returned to practising cock-sucking on Draco, now being able to prevent any damage happening to the androgynous Slytherin because he himself was now the one receiving teeth-marks on his own mouth. Draco instructed him lazily from time to time between hisses of pleasure (which of course were quite good instructions in themselves), stroking Colin's hair almost as an afterthought.
"Yess... that's the spot... ...and now some more of your tongue, please.. Ahh.." (Mudblood seems to finally learn to do something useful with his mouth. This is good.)
"Stop now!" Colin pulled his head away instantly, afraid again. (That look on his face... I really can't hold back much longer.)
"Oh no! Did I hurt you again, Draco?"
"No, Colin. You're doing so well... I just thought about how selfish I have been now. I am trying to make it up... we should come at the same time, don't you think?"
"Draco, that would be lovely."
Draco ordered Colin to change his position so that he could touch the younger boy's cock while Colin still could continue his job.
"By the way, as you are even now so skilled, I will come inside your mouth very soon. If you happen not to know, sperm may taste quite salty and even bitter but I suggest you swallow it anyway because it's good for your health. You know, like the taste of healing potions." (Must. Not. Snigger. Now.)

It really did not take much time before Draco filled Colin's mouth with his Pureblood semen, the young Gryffindor trying to swallow the somewhat transparent white liquid as much as he could, while Draco just took a good grip at Colin's cock through his jeans, causing him to ejaculate immediately in his boxers. For a short while they were just lying on the grass, warmed by both afterglow and the sunlight of a September afternoon. But only for a short while because Draco had other things to do, most urgent of them getting rid of his used Mudblood fucktoy so that he could finally let go of his demeanour.

"Please, do not tell anyone about this. For your own good, I mean. Harry would eventually hear about me comforting you and if he does not, you still can have a chance to go to him and..." Draco covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking. (Oh yes, that stupid fucking Mudblood will go back to lick the fucking arse of his bloody Gryffindor God with my Pureblood semen in his throat and stomach. Praise Loki crying and suffocating sounds of dying on laughter sound quite similar.) "..and maybe you can.. you can be allowed to be his friend. A gift, an honour I never got and will never have." (A gift? An honour? If I don't laugh myself to death, I'll probably choke on my fucking vomit.)

Draco hugged young Colin tightly, biting his own tongue until it bled while the Gryffindor boy hugged him back as tightly, crying openly, tears dripping on Draco's school robes. (Draco. Malfoy. You. Do. Not. Burst. Into. Uncontrollable. Laughter. Now.) Pain from his bruised tongue helped Draco produce some tears from his eyes and he let go of Colin, looking away from him but making sure the boy saw he had also been crying.

"And please... pretend that you still fear and hate me. Actually, you should leave me now, someone can come and see us together and Potter would hear about that, sooner or later." (Well, you idiotic Mudblood possibly should fear and hate me, both of us did come and you really should fucking leave now because I will fucking explode in hysterical laughter very, very soon.)
"But... Draco..."
"Please. Just leave me and do as I told. I even heard distant footsteps. Go now and forget about me!" (He will never forget and nor will I. And now, get the fuck away from me, I can't keep my facade up anymore!)
"Thank you so much." Colin whispered, kissed Draco briefly on his pointed cheek and ran away.

Draco tucked his fist inside his mouth and bit it to keep himself silent until Colin was clearly and safely out of hearing range. After that the beautiful Pureblood collapsed on the soft, green grass, laughing so hard that real tears were flowing from his eyes. Laughing until he ran out of breath and his stomach began to hurt. (Jesus fucking Necrochrist, it was so easy. Guess Lucius will also laugh after hearing all this and... give me a nice spanking for stealing his potion.) Smiling lasciviously at that thought, Draco caught his breath enough to utter a Scourgify spell on himself and then succumbed to his laughter again.

Possibly there really was a god smiling now, but that one must be Loki.

ENDNOTES: My first completed fic this far. Dedicated to my best friend The Real Luciusmistress for agreeing to beta this, being patient enough to correct my terrible attempts to rape the good English language and especially for giving me enough confidence to write fanfiction. Also thanks for Danzig (the band, you dolts!) for the title. Any feedback (except Howlers as I'd really like to keep my apartment) is humbly asked, even the "you're a sick fuck and a lousy writer to top that" stuff but especially constructive criticism as I am really trying to improve my writing skills.