Gravity

Summary: Draco has Harry all kinds of fucked up. Cliche? Perhaps. Indulge me.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Feedback: Read. Review. Please don't flame.
Characters: Harry, Draco
Word count: just about 3200 words...
Warning: OOCish, angst, abuse, angst, dub consent, this fic is dark and there is no happy ending, angst
Disclaimer: Idea partly inspired by Sara Barellis song gravity, wholly inspired by Harry Potter. I don't own either and I don't make money off of either. Yea. So...

A/N: I apologize in advance. This story was the product of the bad mood I was in yesterday. Sorry for any errors, lemme know about them and I will correct them. I wanted to make Harry lust after Draco for a change. Of course nothing good can come from that. I hope it's a tad bit interesting.

~*~*~*~

The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
You're on to me, on to me, and all over...
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.

Gravity-- Sara Bareilles

~*~*~*~

Harry's body was slick with sweat. He was covered in come and scratches and bruises and cuts. He could feel a steady throbbing near the base of his spine, right next to his arse, where Draco had been only moments ago. It was like he had been quite literally ripped in half because Draco wanted it raw. Harry knew it could all be healed up quite simply. Maybe with a jar of essence of dittany, several pain potions and a hot shower... but there was nothing that could heal the shame.

His head was pounding and he closed his eyes gripping the pillow beneath him, holding it tightly the same way he longed to hold the blond lying fast asleep next to him.

Harry propped his head up on his hand and gazed over Draco's nude body. His flawless porcelain skin glistened with little beads of sweat. His angular face was relaxed and angelic. The sight of his moist pink lips made Harry lick his own. He had never felt those lips pressed against his. He could only imagine the feeling, so sweet-soft- raw-passionate. The blond began snoring softly and Harry watched as his chest rose and fell peacefully.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He rested his head full of tangled black hair against the pale slender abdomen.

Anything for more contact.

More of Draco's skin against his own.

The blond did not stir and for this Harry was overwhelmingly grateful.

"I love you," Harry whispered quietly to no one. He used the tip of his finger to trace smooth circles around one of Draco's pert pink nipples.

"I love you," he said it again, longingly, before drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

~*~*~*~

It must have been about 30 minutes later when Harry's eyes snapped open and he was abruptly thrown off of Draco's chest.

"What are you still doing here, Potter?" Draco asked coolly. He had never called Harry by his first name.

Never.

Except for when he was in the mood. Except for when he was horny. Except for when he broke up with what's her name and he wanted sex.

"I was really tired," Harry said quietly, "I was hoping you wouldn't mind..."

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Potter, you can't be serious. You need to leave... I can't sleep with you sweating all over me and I need my beauty rest..."

Harry sat up slowly, pain lacing his every movement. It was unreal the way he'd grown so dependent upon the blond. Disturbing actually. He pulled on his uniform. His shirt was ripped and he'd probably have to stop at Madam Malkins and get a whole new set of uniform shirts. Draco had ripped through over half of them. Harry's fingers were shaking as he zipped up his pants.

Draco watched him lazily, his eyes heavy lidded.

"Make sure you have everything this time, Potter..." the blond said coldly. Draco had caught on.

Harry purposely used to leave things in Draco's bedroom. Little things just so he'd have an excuse --any excuse--to come back again. A book for charms, the polish for his glasses, the last quill from his book bag, a spare piece of parchment that contained 'important notes from Potions.'

Harry gazed into unaffected grey eyes trying to summon up one ounce of the pride he had once possessed. The pride that was now foreign to him.

"I'm not going to do this again," Harry said. It was just a statement, nothing firm or binding about it. Just a statement as weak and pathetic as Harry had become.

"Of course not, Potter," Draco smirked, knowing it was a lie. Draco fully understood the extent of the power he held over the brunet and by the look on his face Harry could tell he didn't plan to relinquish it anytime soon. Draco calmly settled back into his bed and turned over so that he faced away from Harry.

"Good night," Harry whispered. No response.

Harry's eyes brimmed with bitter tears and he blinked rapidly to keep them away. He slung his book bag over his shoulder and hurried out of the Slytherin dungeons.

~*~*~*~

Harry washed his face repeatedly but, still, the sickly pallid color remained tinged on his cheeks. His eyes were red rimmed and the bags were becoming permanent. Harry rarely slept for more than minutes at a time. He was always plagued with this uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that caused him to jolt awake every five minutes. He gazed over the marks on his neck.

Draco's marks.

Draco's passion.

A sign that Draco had been there. Had felt him.

Had felt anything at all. For Harry.

He still couldn't bear to get rid of the last of these marks. Especially now that Draco was back with what's her name and didn't want Harry any longer. Who knew whether or not Draco would ever bite into his neck again-- lick suck taste-- his neck again?

Harry needed the reminder. The reminder of just how weak he was. How out of control, how disgusting he was.

~*~*~*~

Harry chewed his fingernails down to the beds every time he was in Potions. This time Draco was with the girl, showering her with kisses. Kisses that he had never placed on Harry's skin or Harry's lips.

Lovely, beautiful, wet kisses.

Professor Snape of course did nothing to punish these repeated displays of affection.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat when Draco turned around to smile at him after placing one particularly naughty kiss on the lips of his girlfriend.

Harry couldn't help himself when his stomach began to turn over. He couldn't help it when he had to dash out of the classroom and vomit all over the corridor. He couldn't help the fact that, at that very moment, classes were let out and students trickled out into the hallway.

Hermione walked out carrying his book bag. She handed it to him and waved her wand, cleaning up Harry's sick. But not before Draco could see what Harry had done. Not before Draco could smirk and wrap an obvious arm around the shoulders of his girlfriend.

"Harry," Hermione said softly and he knew just what she was thinking. .

"Yes Hermione, I did it again," he answered the question before she posed it.

"Harry, he's only doing it because he can… he doesn't care for you at all..." she said matter-of-factly.

And it was true and it was logical and it was exactly what Hermione should say but-- it didn't make Harry any less needy. It didn't make him any less delusional.

"I know," Harry said and he felt like vomiting again. Every time he left Draco's bed he just wanted the blond even more. Now he was certain he needed Draco more than oxygen.

"You look sick Harry," Ron chimed in out of nowhere and it was so like him to state the obvious.

"Its unhealthy Harry," there was fear in Hermione's voice. Harry knew. He knew all of these things.

"You need to move on," Hermione continued, emphasis on the word need, "And there's someone I want you to meet..."

~*~*~*~

Terry Boot was awkward and shy and head over heels for Harry.

They had been seeing each other for nearly a month now. He was Harry's first real boyfriend. His first real relationship and Terry was patient with him. The color in Harry's face was beginning to return to normal. His fingernails were growing back and the bruises on his body were healing up even without the use of magic. He was sleeping at night. Harry was finally sleeping for more than five miserable minutes at a time. Sex with Terry didn't hurt and it didn't make Harry feel like he'd just been used like a filthy hooker.

He was beginning to feel like his old self. His confidence was resurfacing. His moral compass was returning to its center. Things were going pretty well and Harry was almost able to ignore Draco's teasing antics in Potions and Care of Magical Creatures.

But Draco wouldn't give him up that easily. Draco was a drama queen and he demanded attention.

Harry's attention.


~*~*~*~

"Harry," the blond drawled in his ear. He had cornered Harry, right in the middle of Potions, right where everyone could see. Harry tensed up immediately at the sound of Draco using his first name. Like the song of a muse. The last beautiful sound a man was drawn to right before his death. Harry couldn't believe how fast he hardened.

"Can you do me a favor?" Draco continued, sliding his fingers into Harry's lap and rubbing them over Harry's erection. Harry closed his eyes and swallowed an impossibly thick gob of saliva. He wanted to say no and he almost did…but his body was screaming out for the blond.

"What?" Harry inhaled sharply as Draco's deft fingers toyed with the zip on his pants.

"Harry, I love you..." Draco whispered. Harry was done in that very moment. He didn't need to hear anymore. He had been dreaming of the day when those four words would escape from perfect raspberry pink lips. Harry knew that he was Draco's. Anything the blond wanted, Harry was going to give it to him.

"I want you all for myself..." Draco whined.

Harry felt painful throbbing underneath his ribcage. He could no longer see reason. He could no longer be rational but still he tried knowing in the end it would be futile.

"You d-don't love me," Harry choked, his chest ballooned up and was thoroughly constricted by some invisible pressure.

"Of course I do Harry," Draco's voice was thick and dripping in poisoned honey, "And I want to prove it to you. Come to my room tonight at 10."

Harry nodded stiffly, "Okay."

He caught sight of Hermione's brown eyes landing upon them disapprovingly. But nothing could keep him from going back to Draco's bed. Nothing. Not now. Now that Draco had said those magical words that made Harry's heart ache and his head dizzy with desire.

"I just want to make you love me again," Draco whispered. His fingers were beneath the zipper. He was fingering Harry underneath the desk, right there in the middle of class.

"I-I d-do love you Draco," Harry stammered, quietly gasping. He looked down at his potion that was fizzing and bubbling and probably going to hell for all the attention he paid to it.

"Then, why are you with that other boy?" the blond jutted his bottom lip out in a playful pout. Underneath the desk, the speed of his fingers increased exponentially. "Don't you know that no one can get you as hard as I do?"

Harry's chest heaved up and down rapidly. His breathing was shallow and his head fell back on its own accord. Draco was right. Just the scent of the blond--lavender and vanilla-- was enough to make Harry's body ache with lust.

"I bet he can't even make you come..." Draco purred, "I know your body better than anyone."

He began flicking his fingers back and forth over the head of Harry's cock violently, taking Harry to the pleasure-pain threshold. And Harry loved it. And Draco knew Harry loved it.

"Fuck..." Harry hissed a bit too loudly. Loud enough to catch Snape's attention. The potions professor made his way towards Harry's desk and Draco still would not halt his fingers. All eyes in the classroom followed Snape's movements and Draco just increased the speed of his fingers. Harry was shivering practically biting through his tongue to keep it all inside but he couldn't hold back the desperate moan that escaped from deep down in the back of his throat.

Harry came just as Snape stopped at his table. Harry watched in horror as realization filled Snape's malevolent black eyes. Harry tried to steady his breathing. The entire room was watching him and he felt his face redden.

Harry never knew what it meant to be wholly exposed or completely humiliated before. Dudley had been attempting to humiliate Harry his entire life. But only Draco could succeed on this scale.

"We belong together, Harry," Draco whispered, clandestinely removing his come stained fingers from Harry's pants.

"Detention, Mr. Potter. For the rest of the month," Snape's eyes glittered wickedly; his voice was laced in furious disgust. Of course Snape said nothing to the equally guilty party from his own house.

~*~*~*~

The break up with Terry had been painful. Harry still wasn't sure why he'd done it. Terry made him feel so much like his former self. So calm. Hermione was furious with Harry. She kept calling Draco toxic. Everything about Harry and Draco—together-- was toxic according to her.

But Harry wanted Draco so badly and Draco had told him he was in love and Harry wanted to hear those words again. Harry I love you.

He wanted them to spill from the lips of the blond again and again followed by furious wet kisses. Harry convinced himself he needed it. Surely he would die without it.

He was already hard when he crept into the dorm room filled with sleeping Slytherins. It was a little later than Draco had asked him to come. Snape had 'lost track of time' and let him out of detention late. The whole time Harry was in detention he thought about Draco and what the blond would do with him tonight.

Harry stopped in front of Draco's bed.

"Draco," he called anxiously.

There was a soft moan in response--a girl's moan. Draco wasn't alone?

No, no, no!

Harry pulled the covers off of the writhing mass beneath and his heart stopped.

Nothing hurt this much and Harry was certain of this because he had experienced crucio before.

Draco was looking up at Harry from in between her legs.

His lips were wet and they shimmered in the moonlight- the only light in the room.

"What's wrong, Potter?" Draco asked.

Harry couldn't swallow. He couldn't catch his breath. He couldn't move.

Death didn't hurt. Nothing hurt. Nothing. But this.

"You took so long, Potter. I said 10 o clock. It's almost 10:30." Draco drawled and he was sliding his fingers inside of her at the same time. She arched up off of the bed and groaned loudly and it sounded like how the merpeople sounded singing above the water. Harry covered his ears.

10:30?

Harry didn't know what that meant. He didn't understand what the hell Draco was trying to tell him. Giant tears slid down Harry's cheeks and he couldn't do anything to stop them.

"Can you speak, Potter?" Draco asked and his voice crept up Harry's spine so that all Harry could do was shudder.

"You can watch us if you'd like..." Draco smirked, "but you can't cry, you look really ugly when you do that…"

The blond was heartless and Harry knew if he stayed there one minute longer he would vomit. He turned and ran out of the room. He ran before the reality of the pain could catch up with him. He ran and ran up three flights of steps. Four.

His heart was hammering away at his chest cavity. He wrapped up his fingers in his hair and began to hyperventilate. After a moment, he doubled over clenching his stomach and he was sick all over the floor. He had fucked up his life for the millionth time… would he ever learn? Would Draco ever care? This sort of pain could… This level of pain was unreal.

Harry wiped away some of the tears and the mucus leaking from his nose. He raked at his hair again. He sniffled and hugged himself tightly. He found no peace. He still felt the pain. Like a giant hole being carved into his already mangled heart and Draco would never stop fucking with him. Never. He wouldn't stop until there was nothing left.

Harry screamed. It was the only rational thing left to do. Over and over again he screamed and screamed until somebody found him and forced him to stop.

~*~*~*~

When Harry woke up, it was still dark. He looked up and realized he was in the infirmary. It appeared he was alone. Even Madam Pomfrey had gone to bed. Harry let out a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

"Harry…" came the sound of a soft velvety voice.

Harry jerked up off of his pillow and turned to the other side of the room. He saw Draco standing there. He had his arms crossed and he was chewing on his bottom lip.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked but his voice was hoarse and nearly nonexistent.

"You left your cloak in my room," Draco moved closer, "And I'm sorry. I don't want her. I want you."

Harry could already feel his resolve weakening. "Did she break up with you again?" Her scent was all over the blond.

Draco didn't respond, instead he settled down on the bed next to Harry.

"Harry," Draco purred; he slid one leg over Harry's lap, straddling him, "I need you…"

Harry melted against the heat of Draco's white hot body.

He felt weaker than he'd ever felt in his life, he was so powerless to resist the blond. Draco shattered him ripping at his clothing and taking everything he wanted out of Harry.

"Harry, I love you…" Draco whispered in his ear, "I'll even let you wet my cock…"

Harry knew Draco was being generous because that would be all the lube he would get before the blond smashed into him.

It didn't make a difference that his mouth was impossibly dry after all the screaming he'd done. Draco didn't care. After five agonizing minutes of trying to get a decent amount of saliva onto Draco's cock the blond grew bored.

"Okay, enough… get on your hands and knees…" Draco snapped.

The bed was too small to fit the two of them comfortably side by side but that didn't matter since Draco was practically on top of Harry for what they had to do.

"Do you want this, Harry?" Draco asked calmly.

"Yes…"

Draco pressed inside of him roughly, repeatedly, painfully. Again and again hitting Harry's prostate with each raw agonizing thrust. And soon Harry was coming…

"You're mine, Harry," Draco whispered possessively and he wrapped his slender fingers around Harry's cock, viciously dragging an orgasm out of the brunet…

Harry's body shook so intensely he thought he might be having a heart attack. Draco thrust in deeper than he'd ever been before and Harry cried out in pain as Draco let out a sensational groan of pleasure.

Draco pulled out mere seconds later and sat up. Harry took several shaky breaths. "I love you…" Harry pleaded as the blond pulled up his pants.

Draco said nothing else and Harry went to pieces. He grabbed Draco placing kisses everywhere that pale skin was exposed, but of course he wasn't allowed anywhere near Draco's lips. "I love you, I love you, I need you, I need you please, Draco. I love you…" Harry sounded crazy and he knew it, tears were burning in his eyes.

"I love you, Draco, can you hear me?" Harry shrieked and that's exactly what it sounded like, a harsh frantic shriek.

Draco shrugged Harry off and turned to face him. He looked irritated and slightly bored, "I love you too Potter… and don't forget it…because nobody can love you like I can."

And he was right.



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A/N: Just a teensy bit angsty right? Sorry my friends... but I hope I captured the mood well. It's my first one shot and my first foray into truly dark territory. Please let me know what you thought. :)

Thanks for reading!