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Hatred	By : Ashley41430 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hatred by Ashley W. fairylightsslash@yahoo.com

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Harry Potter or have any rights to
them. Also, this is slash and graphic somewhat violent sex. You're warned!

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Harry and Draco get into a fight after a Quidditch game and then serve detention together, and Harry realizes how much he hates Draco. Naturally, violent sex ensues. ;)

Category: PWP, Slash, M/M

Author Notes: There aren't any spoilers, and I'd love some feedback if you have a minute. :) I'm thinking of turning this into a series of PWP's-what do you think?

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The Gryffindors were screaming and jumping up and down as Harry landed hard on the ground, body colliding with the grass in a heavy thump. Meanwhile, the Slytherins glared daggers at every Gryffindor present while Draco landed even harder, falling off his broom at such an angle that he rolled across the Quidditch pitch until his body collided with Harry's.

Harry ignored him, and focused on the feeling of those little golden wings fluttering in his palm, itching against his sweaty skin. At first the feeling tickled him, but now it was welcomed and natural, and he loved how the golden center was cold against his hot hands, and then it happened.

He didn't know what started it but suddenly Draco was on top of him, glaring at him with utmost hatred in his eyes. It was obvious in that moment that Draco Malfoy absolutely loathed Harry Potter. Harry felt pride bubble up within him for beating the slimy bastard once again, and as a slow smile spread across his face, Draco's hands reached out and grabbed at the front of Harry's robes, right near his neck. He pulled hard, and Harry felt cloth rubbing angrily against the back of his neck, creating uncomfortably painful friction.

"Get off, Malfoy," Harry spat.

"Make me," Draco challenged, his tone low. He was sick of losing to Harry Bloody Potter. He would not do it again, starting now.

Vaguely, Harry wondered where the fuck Madame Hooch was and then Draco's handghteghtened their grip and he fought back, twisting his hips until he knocked Draco off balance enough to flip him over. Then they were reversed, and Harry was on top of Draco, his fist still clenched around the twitchy Snitch, and the crowd's screaming grew higher as they saw the two rivals of Hogwarts rolling on the ground.

Draco grabbed Harry violently around the waist and flipped him once more before straddling him. He punched him square in the jaw, watching inightight as Harry's head jerked backwards and a little trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck you," Harry ground out, wincing at the pain in his jaw as he spoke. He tried to get out from underneath Draco but Draco's arms were pinning him down, and he twisted until he'd pulled Draco into a sideways position, and then managed to overtake him once more. They were covered in dirt and grass now, and Harry's jaw was aching fiercely. As he leaned down over Draco's face, though, the seconds stretched into years and something clicked inside his mind.

Peering down at Draco Malfoy, fist moving backwards then slowly forwards, their eyes locked and Harry felt it. Bubbling up within him, screaming for release, pushing at his insides was hatred. Pure, undeniable hatred. He felt like he was staring at Voldemort only his scar didn't hurt, something else did, and he hated Draco Malfoy more than anything. And then with this realization time went back to normal and his fist sped into Draco Malfoy's face and connected with his nose to the tune of a sickeningly beautiful crack. The blood poured out almost instantly, and then he heard Madame Hooch yelling, running down the pitch towards them. Draco didn't waste any time, though, and he pushed Harry down again and punched him once more, this time on the other side of his already swollen jaw, and Harry couldn't help the pitiful groan that escaped him. From on top of him, blood leaked out of Draco's nose onto Harry's face, dripping down Harry's cheeks like tears and mixing in with the trail of blood running out of Harry's mouth.

As Madame Hooch came to pull Draco off of Harry, Harry was acutely aware of the feeling of that hated body being torn away, and his eyes locked with Draco's as Hooch, McGonnagall, and Snape yelled at them about house points and disrespect. In that moment, Harry's hatred increased, and he just knew that Draco felt the same, and it was then that he was aware of the painful erection growing underneath his brightly colored Quidditch robes.

"Potter! Are you listening to me?"

Harry's head jerked up, and then he winced at how badly it hurt his jaw.

"Yesh," he said, unable to speak without slurring and lisping due to the way his jaw didn't line up properly. Draco arched an eyebrow at his lack of speech abilities, and Harry narrowed his eyes in disgust.

"You're to go to the hospital wing right away. Mr. Weasley will escort you. You and Mr. Malfoy will serve detention tonight at seven here on the Quidditch pitch, do you hear me?" Professor McGonnagall asked.

Harry nodded without taking his eyes away from Draco's.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for fighting," she said sourly, and Harry knew without looking that she was severely disappointed, but he found that he didn't quite care.

"Come on, Harry. Let's get out of here," Ron said, pulling at Harry's sleeve. Harry was going to nod, but thought better of it as the pain in his jaw increased, and he just gave Draco one last glare before following Ron inside the castle, ignoring both the shouts of his teammates as they tried to get to him and the mob-like cheers of the crowd, disappointed that the fight was over.

"Bloody git, eh Harry? But you showed him. Won the game and even gave him a bloody nose!" Ron said cheerfully once they were away from the noise of the crowd.

"I ate im," Harry slurred angrily. "I wanna killim."

"Harry, don't try to talk, mate," Ron suggested carefully, seeing the immense anger radiating off of Harry. "Your jaw's nearly falling off your face."

Harry stopped to spit out a mouthful of blood. "Don khare. I wanna killim."

It wasn't until he was in the hospital wing listening to Madame Pomfrey yell at him that he realized the Snitch was still fighting for freedom in his hand and he was still achingly hard, right up until the excruciating moment when Madame Pomfrey cracked his jaw back into place before healing it.

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At seven o'clock that night Harry stalked out to the Quidditch Pitch angrily, knowing that the moment he saw Draco his anger would well up inside himin. in. He wanted to kill him. He couldn't look at him without wanting to slam him against the wall and watch his skull crash into the stone. He wanted to ram every pathetically uttered "Mudblood" and "Weasel" and "Potty" right down his throat and punch him so hard that the life spilled out of him.

Naturally, by the time he reached Madame Hooch and Draco, he was already hard again.

"Potter," she greeted with a cold nod of her head. "As I was just explaining to Malfoy, the two of you will be cleaning out the broom shed. I want those brooms arranged longest to shortest, and amongst those divisions, newest to oldest. They had better be sparkling when I come back later, and if there is any bloodshed, the consequences will be dire," she warned, and Harry could tell from her tone of voice that she meant every word she said.

Harry just nodded briskly, and Madame Hooch looked back and forth between Harry's stony demeanor and Draco's flippant one before sighing and nodding at them before taking her leave.

"Oh," she called, right as Harry and Draco began their journey to the broom shed. "No magic."

Harry rolled his eyes and walked stiffly beside Draco, his hatred becoming unbearable. In contrast, Draco walked casually, like he was going to breakfast or charms class. This infuriated y evy even more, and his fists clenched at his sides as they walked to the broomd. d. When they reached it, Harry pulled the door open with a huff and nearly set it off its hinges, and Draco laughed calmly at Harry's anger. Harry spun on his heels as soon as he entered and glared hotly at Draco. "What are you laughing at, Malfoy?" he asked.

Draco shrugged. "Nothing, Potter. It's just...funny, I suppose, that you nearly tore down the door of the broom shed just because you're so bloody worked up."

Harry's eyes narrowed into slits, and before he could even think about it, he had Malfoy against the wall. "Shut the fuck up, Malfoy, or I'll kill you."

"Now, now, Potter. That would be against the rules. No bloodshed, remember?" Draco said serenely, staring at Harry in a bored manner.

Harry shook his head dangerously. "I'm not bloody kidding, Malfoy. I will tear you to pieces." The hatred he felt at that moment was indescribable, and even though it was vaguely terrifying, it was welcomed and accepted because it was something. It was not just empty anxiety, or detached fear...it was so strong that he couldn't contain it and it made his hands shake and it was nearly tangible, and that excited him in a way that was so dangerous that he needed it.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Look, Potter, I know that you hate me and wao kio kill me, and this may come as a shock to you, but I feel the same exact way. So if you will just let me down, we can clean out this broom shed now and kill each other later and everyone will be happy, alright?"

Harry stared at Draco's face for a moment more before an angry sneer spread across his own, and he tightened his grip on Draco's shoulders painfully re lre letting him go and staring at the brooms in front of him.

"Potter, you take the small ones, I'll take the big ones," Draco ordered, looking at the two piles of brooms strewn unceremoniously in front of him.

"Why should I listen to you?" Harry asked in disdain.

"Fine, then; you take the big ones and I'll take the small ones," Draco said patiently.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll take the bloody small ones, Malfoy."

"Fine."

two two of them worked in tense silence. Harry organized his brooms aggressively, breaking quite a few twigs off the ends of them in the process. Draco, though, worked smoothly and coolly, never once losing his grace even though his hatred was just as strong as Harry's; he just didn't wear it on his sleeve like that stupid Gryffindor. He knew he had a job to do, though, and he would be damned if that prat made him lose sight of his goal once more. It wouldn't happen again; he would make sure of that.

The moment after Harry jerkily pushed the last broom onto the racks, Malfoy attacked. He went undetected like a snake and caught him off guard, and pushed him up against the wall of the broom shed. Harry struggled against Draco, pushing him and twisting against him, face flushed with anger, until Draco had him pinned.

"No bloodshed, remember, Malfoy?" Harry spat breathlessly as Draco held him firmly in place by the shoulders.

"Bruises don't bleed," Draco said calmly before letting go of Harry's shoulders and punching him firmly in the stomach. Harry let out a wounded "oomph" before doubling over from shock and pain and then forcing himself to straighten. He grabbed Draco by his silvery blond hair and twisted him around until his back was to the wall. With fury dancing in his eyes, Harry pushed his head backwards violently, listening to the welcomed and expected thud when it hit the wall. The skin of Draco's forehead was stretched upwards from Harry's grip, and Harry's groin tightened as Draco's hands clawed at Harry's wrists until he was forced to let go of the hair. Satisfaction boiled inside of him as he realized he'd pulled out a chunk of it, and then Draco knocked him down, onto the ground, and he was staring at him murderously.

"You'll pay, Potter, you bloody git," he said, his voice low and gravelly before punching him in the jaw, grinning maniacally at the crack he heard. He knew that it wasn't as bad as before, but it was bad just the same.

Harry's features hardened and he lunged at Draco until the two were rolling across the small floor of the broom shed, knocking into the walls as they both dodged and threw punches, kicks, and scratches.

But then Draco twisted Harry until he was flat on his back, stretched across the floor, covered in dirt and scratches, and Draco maneuvered Harry's arms so that they were stretched out above his head, and he held them there before settling his weight on top of Harry's heaving f

Harry bit his lip to keep from moaning when Draco's body pressed completely against his, setting his bruises and scratches on fire while his erection came in contact with Draco's thigh.

"You like this," Draco hissed, pushing his thigh down to grind against Harry's cock.

"Fuck you," Harry spat.

Draco laughed darkly. "Isn't that what you want?" he asked, tightening his grip on Harry's wrists as Harry attempted unsuccessfully to move out of his grasp. "This turns you on, doesn't it? Fighting with me? Having my hot body pressed against yours? My thigh on your dick? You want more, don't you?"

"Fuck you," Harry spat again.

"One track mind, eh Potter?" Draco asked, grinning maliciously down at Harry's prone form. He twisted a little bit, and Harry's breath caught when Draco's erection pressed against his own.

"You're a little slut, Potter," Draco said angrily. "A fucking whore, a cocktease. You think I want to fuck you?"

"I know you want to fuck me," Harry said, pushing his hips upward and thrusting into Draco's cock once more, making a futile attempt to free himself at the same time.

Draco removed one hand from Harry's wrists to slap him across the face. "Shut the fuck up," he said, before returning his hand to Harry's wrists. "Do you want it?" he asked, moving his face closer to Harry's.

Harry didn't answer, just glared into Draco's hard gaze.

"I asked you if you wanted it," Draco repeated. "And I know you do. Tell me you want it."

"No," Harry said vehemently, even though he pressed his erection desperately into Draco's as he spoke.

Draco spat in Harry's face and let go of his wrists to grab the front of his shirt. "I'll tear you to pieces," he whispered, echoing Harry's earlier statement.

Harry took the moment to his advantage and flipped Draco over, pinning his arms in the same manner that Draco had done to his own. "Who's in control now?"

"Tell me you want it," Draco repeated vehemently from underneath him.

"Never."

With a strength that Harry didn't know Draco possessed, Draco flipped him once more, ignoring the crack Harry's shoulder made when it came in contact with the hard wall of the broom shed. He fumbled around at the top of Harry's jeans and undid them, then zipped them open. He roughly pushed down Harry's underwear and wrapped a sweaty, dirty hand around Harry's cock. "Tell me you want it."

"No."

"Slut, tell me you fucking want it."

"No."

Draco's hand tightened, and pumped once. Harry's cock twitched. "You want it," Draco said breathlessly.

Harry gasped as Draco's hand moved up and down again, moving fast against his shaft. Draco leaned down and very carefully brushed his lips against the corner of Harry's mouth, then moved them to bite down on his earlobe painfully. "Tell me you want it," he hissed into Harry's ear, squeezing his cock at the same time.

Harry gasped and arched up towards Draco, his cock leaking as he neared the release he needed. "Fuck, Malfoy, I want it."

Draco smirked and bit down on Harry's shoulder, not quite hard enough to draw blood before swiftly letting go of his cock and moving away. "You'll never get it."

Harry was enveloped in coldness and then he got up as fast as he could, given his arousal, and he pounced on Malfoy and pushed back him down onto the ground. "Fuck you," he growled before claiming the skin at the base of Draco's neck as his own and sucking at it ferociously while deftly unbuttoning his jeans. When Draco's cock was free from his pants, Harry pushed his own on top of it.

"You're such a fucking slut," Draco repeated as Harry moved his hips up and down on top of Draco's cock and Draco pushed up in response. They writhed together on the floor with hitched breath and the occasional moan, sweaty patches of skin sliding against each other and bruises getting aggravated and hatred growing with the friction of their bodies when Malfoy flipped them over again.

"I'm always on top, Potter," he managed to say angrily but breathlessly, before continuing to push his cock desperately into Harry's. That was all it took, and Harry felt his orgasm coming a mile a minute until finally, in a swirl of hatred and anger and emotion, his cock was twitching and he was moaning, and Draco was collapsing on top of him in a spent heap.

They caught their breath for a few moments, and Harry was glad that Draco's shirt had more cum on it than his own. Then, when he'd sufficiently gathered his wits again, he took a cum and dirt covered hand and pushed roughly at Draco's shoulder. "Get the fuck off of me, Malfoy," he said.

"Slut," Draco said again, grabbing Harry's cock and squeezing before standing up briskly. Draco had felt it harden again underneath his hand and he smirked as he buttoned his pants.

Harry put his own pants back on and pulled out his wand. "Scourgehe she said, pointing his wand at his shirt. It was instantly free of cum.

Draco did the same, but as he'd never had experience with household spells, it was not nearly strong enough and there was still a large amount of sticky mess on his shirt. It took him three times to get it right, and Harry gloated from across the broom shed.

"Shut up, Potter. You're such a bloody slut. Does it turn you on when I call you that?" Draco taunted, advancing slowly.

Harry narrowed his eyes in disgust and shoved Draco against the wall of the broom shed. "I hate you more than anything, Malfoy," he said, and he knew, without a doubt, that he meant it.
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