A Little Death

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This contains Adult Language, and Graphic Male/Male Sex, and Slight OOC-ness

A/N: This one-shot is dedicated to my sister for always encouraging me to write…even when the ideas were farfetched and stupid.

A Little Death

Harry poked at his slowly getting cold chicken in disgust and despair. Today had been another normal day in the life of one Harry James Potter, meaning that almost nothing had gone according to plan. However, when had it ever? Harry thought sadly. He could not remember one day in his life, where something unexpectedly good happened. Well there was probably at least one thing but he was too tired and brooding to really put the effort into the thought process. Deciding to give up on eating Harry sat back thinking about the one thing that had ruined his perfectly fine day.

-

Dashing through the corridors Harry and Ron quickly climbed the steps that led to the tower, which held their next class. The easiest class that was currently on their schedules, since it was a complete and utter joke. Divination. It was the one class, which was sure to provide both entertainment, and a passing grade.

Bursting into the smoke infested classroom ten minutes late caused every head to turn… and sadly that also meant their Professors’ as well. It was well known throughout the entire school that Professor Trelawney was insane… completely insane.

She had to be, after all since she sure couldn’t have been a Seer. She was a mere Cracker Jack Box imitation of what a true Seer should have been. (However, because the Headmaster wanted her there… for a reason that no one knew, and probably never would, she remained.) There had to be some students to attend her class, no matter how bogus it really was. In addition, most people only put up with her antics to get an easy passing grade on their O.W.L.S. or NEWTS.

A loud gasp escaped her lips when her too large bug eyes landed on poor Harry. “Blackness will surround you, The sky shall darken, Bound by another, Death will befall you.” She grew silent as she took a deep breath and crooned, “Oh, you poor child…death is looming near you. Beware.”

Slowly backing away from what he thought was a deranged witch Harry glanced at Ron in apprehension. Thinking that this was just one of her spoofs to try and get people to believe her non-existent gift.

Ron glanced over at Harry, eyes wide with amusement, lips trying to not curl up into a smile. They hadn’t even been in class 10 seconds and she had already predicted Harry’s demise.

-

“HARRY!” Ron’s voice sounded loud in his ear making him jump in surprise. “You all right mate? We lost you for a while.” Ron waited for the answer while stuffing more buttered potatoes into his mouth.

“Erm…yeah. Sorry about that,” Harry muttered quietly, trying to not let them know that something was bothering him, yet once again it was all in vain due to Hermione’s piercing stare.

“What’s wrong Harry?” Hermione bluntly questioned. She smirked to herself as he froze. There was no getting out of this one. “You have barely touched the chicken, which I know is your favorite, and when you have touched it, it is actually more like you are trying to kill it…again.”

“Divination…” Harry trailed off as Ron burst out laughing, sending pieces of potatoes everywhere. Grimacing as some hit the left side of his robe. Gross!

“Y-you have to be joking. Trelawney has you worried? Come on Harry…really what’s wrong?”

“I just told you.” Harry almost grit his teeth in reply. Why did they never believe him unless it was Voldemort related? Was there nothing else that could bother him?

“She made another death prediction didn’t she?” At Harry’s nod Hermione claimed, “I knew it. I told you that you should have dropped that class ages ago. She should not even be employed at this school. She is nothing but a huge Fake that wastes the precious time of us students.”

She drew in another breath before continuing her rant “Both of you would have spent your time better if you had dropped that poor excuse of a class and picked up Ancient Runes instead. You need to be learning something of worth, not something to do with “your inner eye” nonsense. And furthermore…”

Harry tuned out Hermione’s expected lecture about the bad choices they had made at the beginning of the year and turned his thoughts to things less annoying, and less dire.

Glancing around the Great Hall, Harry was once again struck by the brilliance of the many students attending this year. Since the inactivity, of old Moldy-Voldy last year more students had been allowed to attend, creating the highest number admitted in one-year. Hogwarts was proud to admit 76 new supple young minds.

Harry’s eyes slowly traveled over every table before landing on the one person that he really was interested in. Emerald green eyes locked with molten silver, they flashed to the entrance, then back again. Nodding once, Harry stood, telling his friends that he was going for a walk and then he would head to bed, so there was no need to wait up for him.

Getting their reluctant agreement Harry gracefully strode through the Great Hall, and patiently waited around the corner heading to the dungeons for his companion.

It didn’t take long. “Potter.” The sneer gracing his perfect, beautiful face, certainly didn’t do him enough justice. Nothing did. Harry almost snickered at that. Nothing did Draco justice, which was why Draco looked best, in nothing.

“Malfoy,” Harry responded with false heat in his voice so anyone around would think it was simply another one of their daily spats. After all no one could begrudge the two rivals their only way to blow off steam. If only they knew how wrong, they were.

-

Draco grabbed Harry’s hand pulling him along the twisting corridors leading into the dungeons; which housed his special private quarters. It was one of the perks of being a Prefect, along with terrifying Hufflepuffs and taking away house points from the firsties.

“Welcome to my private chambers, Potter.” Draco quickly yanked him inside without letting him glance at the room in question. Pushing him up against the closed wooden door Draco captured the lips he had been lusting after all afternoon. They were the same lips that insulted him, the same lips that got caught between Potter’s teeth when he was deep in thought or nervous, the same lips that begged him to claim them.

Darting his tongue forward Draco asked for entrance, to the hot, moist cavern that he wanted for his own. Groaning as permission was granted, another equally hot, tongue greeted him at the entrance, sending the vibes straight to his already hardening erection.

Thrusting forward, they both groaned at the extra contact to their hard members. They needed more, more friction… more… and hopefully, less clothing. Pulling slightly away Draco impatiently worked the buttons on Harry’s robe through the immensely small holes. Why did buttons have to be so damn small when all he wanted to do was bury his hard cock into Harry’s arse? It was always like this… next time…for there would be a next time, Draco would demand something less complicated - but he would word it differently of course, for Malfoys found nothing difficult. Least of all tiny buttons.

“Finally.” Draco gloated in glee as he quickly stripped off Harry’s outer robe, soon followed by his gold and red tie, his plain shirt and black pants. Soon… he would have his Harry beneath him very, very soon. Taking him once again by the hand, Draco, led him over to the king-sized bed, draped in the highest quality silk. After all, he deserved the best. Pushing him back on the newly washed sheets Draco marveled at the wondrous sight before him.

Lust glazed emerald eyes gazed up at him, pleading for him to hurry and claim him, cheeks flushed with heat were turned a pretty shade of pink, while the sinful pink lips looked well ravished from his past kisses. Sprawled upon HIS bed completely naked was a remarkable sight.

As Draco claimed Harry’s mouth in another heated kiss, Draco pressed Harry further into the mattress, enjoying the feel of his hard body beneath his own. Harry had to bite back another moan that was threatening to escape his mouth while quick nimble fingers danced their way across his heated skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Quickly stripping out of his own clothes, Draco grinned at the prize before him, before making a final decision. Climbing on his bed and grabbing the once wandering hands, and bringing them together, he lifted them above Harry’s head before grabbing his wand and muttering a quick spell, securing them in place.

“What, the hell did you do?” Harry demanded tugging on the silk Slytherin tie that held his hands in place.

“I thought you wanted to have a little fun.” Draco batted puppy-dog eyes into the shocked pair of green below. Not waiting for an answer, he started grinding his hips downwards so their erections pressed together, pulling a groan of pleasure from both of them. It felt so good; it was almost sinful.

Placing his hands on either side of Harry’s head, he captured his lips again in a feverish kiss, before trailing his tongue along Harry’s jaw and down his neck. He nipped at the soft skin, and then sunk his teeth into Harry’s shoulder, groaning in satisfaction as a keening cry was ripped from his throat. Harry frantically arched his hips, seeking more contact.

Draco remained on hands and knees, not providing Harry with the contact he was seeking—yet. He continued to lave attention with only lips, teeth, and tongue. Sucking lightly at each nipple in turn, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation upon hearing Harry’s moans and whimpering cries. Placing sucking kisses upon Harry’s hipbone, Draco snatched up the lube from the hidden place in the drawer of the nightstand on the right side of the bed.

Draco looked up at him through his lashes, meeting Harry’s heavy-lidded gaze. Slipping one lubed finger inside Harry’s tight hole, he smiled and watched as Harry arched trying to pull free from the piece of silk that had captured his hands.

“Oh, gods,” Harry moaned. “More.”

Draco prepared Harry quickly, before positioning himself and sliding inside with one smooth motion, burying himself completely inside and groaning at the silky heat that surrounded him suddenly.

“Harry, do you know how fabulous you feel?” Draco panted breathlessly. “You’re so hot and tight and it feels like I’m going to lose myself inside you,” he groaned.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist, locking his ankles behind Draco’s back. It was the only advantage he had with his hands still bound.

Draco pulled back and thrust in hard. “Mine,” he growled.

Harry nodded fervently, lost to coherent speech as Draco began thrusting fast and hard. Draco almost felt like he was the one surrendering as he thrust inside Harry, watching the Gryffindor writhe and twist beneath him, hands pulling at the green tie desperately.

Knowing they were both close, and had been for awhile, Draco brought one hand to Harry’s erection, grasping it firmly and stroking him to completion. Watching the pearly streams erupt and shoot out over Harry’s chest, feeling the muscles clenching around him, Draco buried himself deep with one final hard thrust and shot his release deep inside Harry with a hoarse cry.

Draco collapsed next to his dark haired lover after releasing his hands and snuggled into him, content, and more then satisfied. Draco slowly drifted off to sleep with a small smile gracing his normal icy exterior that he showed to no one, but his Harry.

Harry smiled as the arms tightened around him more when he tried to get up to leave. It looked like he would be spending the night in Draco’s room, again. Not that he minded or anything, he just needed to construct a good excuse for tomorrow, when his friends would confront him.

However thinking brought back the one thing he had wanted to forget. The one thing all day. The stupid thing Trelawney spewed in class. Sighing in exasperation Harry pulled the sheet farther up his chest and was about to close his eyes, when it struck him. Laughing quietly so as not to wake his lover, Harry thought back to the words that had haunted him… “Blackness will surround you, The sky shall darken, Bound by another, Death will befall you.”

Whoever would have thought that the “blackness” was the silk sheet adorning his blond lover’s bed, the “darkening sky” was simply night, being bound - well that part was self-explanatory, and the death…Harry snorted at the absurd length he took that one; Death it might have been, but it was only a “little death.”

His last thought before drifting off into sleep was, a heartfelt prayer, that Trelawney, would never again have a vision about his sex life… However, as we all know, Fate is a bitch.

The End