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Please Me	By : AlexiStyles Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ok so this is an old story of mine and I am revamping it so for all those who have it on alerts and fave stories thank you for your support in my early years. I’m so sorry I didn’t update but I was very lazy and I promise I will do a better job this time around (I hope). I have edited and rewritten lots of this so if you are reading this for a second time I hope you like my added sections. If you are new to the story I hope you enjoy J. Also this is written in a parallel ending where lot of people died but harry and Draco survive.

It’s dark in winter, bleak, with no hope. The small windows of the castle barley let enough light in to see past the dusty air. The glow of the snow and frost from outside gives the whole place menace. I was left here because there is nowhere else to go. My father is imprisoned. My mother is on the run. I am under surveillance, being in my final year and still at school. After the headmasters death I was on the run for a month before they caught me, dressed in rags, starving, without a wand. The trials had been murder, I was charged with everything under the sun, intent to kill, using an unforgivable, illegal act performed on a muggle. They couldn’t pin me as a death eater due to the fact that all the evidence was circumstantial. In the end it was Snape who sent me to my glorified prison.

He was revealed as a double agent and attested to the fact that I had never been a death eater and that most of the things I had done were due to the dark Lord threatening my family. I was only put under house arrest and was allowed to attend Hogwarts. Apparently with my families track record they were not to be fooled by Snape’s defence. It was lenient, I could have been kissed. My sentence will only let up after 10 years of supervised magic and I will have to report to parole officers once every month after. It’s not life I’m living now.

I think now that I should have just wasted away in my own house, it would have been better than coming here. Here people don't talk to me, they avoid me. They whisper, the glare, they hate. Worst of all they pity. I now have some sympathy for Potter, the gossip and the hate he put up with for years, it’s a small amount of pity as to be honest I was glad to cause some of it. He was among the sympathetic gazes that occurred when I first came back into the dungeon like hall. I cannot have him looking down on me, not after all that has happened, not when he is so much worse off than me. Not when he is a half blood.

I didn't think he would come back to school this year, but he did, it’s the only home he’s got that isn’t devoid of love. The Weasley’s are dead, struck in a raid, I wasn’t there. Potter was broken and everyone could see it. I heard Weasel and Granger had both been killed in an idiotic attempt to destroy the dark Lord. I don't know why because they were not fighting death eaters or I would have heard about it. The rumour is that they trespassed somewhere the Dark lord had protected, stupid mudbloods. Snape had mentioned an accident then the waste of a good witch in the battle. He didn’t mention Weasel.

The corridor is silent as I lean against the ledge of the window, my shoulder just reaching it. It's Christmas. No one is here. Parents want their children with them at Christmas. The lucky bastards. I pull myself up so that I can see out of the narrow slit in the wall. There is nothing but grey and I cannot see the ground.

It is cold and the only thing here is me. The wind blows and a chill inside my cloak scorching me with its icy breath. If I’m going to be depressed I may as well be warm. I turn to look up the corridor and as I do I glance at a tapestry to my left. The bottom of it is scrunched up and hovering in the air a few inches above the ground. I walk over curious, which is not an emotion I feel often these days and gingerly I bent down and lifted the material covering the invisible substance. Slowly I touched the thing. Solid and warm, some kind of animal, or person. I pull at the creature gently and a layer on top is dislodged. I see the old baggy clothes and I see the heavily breathing is the rise and fall of the slender chest. I would recognise that smell anywhere.

Potter.

I moved the tapestry fully to one side. He was unconscious; his hair flopped over his face and the floor. A small bruise was forming on the left side of his face. Potter isn't what you would call beautiful; he is just an average looking boy. Not what you would expect for someone who was meant to save the world from evil. His face was very pail next to his black hair, his eyebrows were thick, his lips where big, but for a guy he was just too…week looking. He was too skinny with hardly any muscles showing outwardly even though he was quite obviously athletic and his face had the occasional spot. Just an ordinary teenage boy. Not like Draco who was considered a good specimen of breading.

He smirked, Harry wasn't you're hero stereotype like Diggory. That was one of the reasons I hated Harry. If Potter's defence against the dark arts wasn't so high it would be so easy to corner him and beat the shit out of him. He could have handed him to Voldemort months before the end and he would be with his family now. Hate is welling up inside me for this delicate weak boy who has ruined my life. Who has given me an obsession from the moment he rejected me. They say you want what you can’t have, well I want Potter. I want him dead and strung up for all to see. I want him crying as I torture him. I want him begging for me while I reject him. I’m sick I know, I’ve even had graphic fantasies of myself pinning him down, pulling his face up by the hair and having him beg for more. The sickest thing about it is I want him to secretly like it. Therein lies my sickness, I want Potter to like me and I always have.

This is like something out of my dreams. I had Potter! Alone, defenceless, with no one around to hear him scream. Tentatively I push the hair from his eyes. Part of me wants to keep him unaware. Let him wake up in the near future beaten or violated, I can’t decide which I wish to do to him. Have him wonder why he is hurt and sticky let him wonder in misery for years wondering what happened. Or having him awake for his defeat, show him that I can do what the dark Lord could not.

I looked over his body to see his wand protruding from a back pocket. I reached down beneath him, shifting Harry carefully to get at the wand. Not as easy as I thought it would be, he was heavy for such a skinny person. I was very aware of how when I pulled him up he was arced against me, I was even more aware of the fact that my hand was on his ass, scrabbling for his wand.

I'm not sure why I was so nervous, maybe it was because this was the first time I had ever been this close of my own free will. It felt…good. Not in the dominating sense, just to be close to someone after such a long time without contact.

I moved back pocketing his wand and letting his body hit the floor fast with a slam. Fuck it he could be awake for this, maybe his fight would make me feel less needy. He awoke; face contorted in pain and lay there dazed. Then he saw me, and reached for his wand.

I smirked. "Looking for something Potter? Now why would Saint Potter be lying in a corridor asleep with a bruise that looks like he has just been punched? I knew I wasn’t the only one who hated you I must thank them if you’ll give me their name."

He growled eyes flashing at me from the floor, cheeks tinted pink. "It's none of your business! Give me my wand back Malfoy!" I laughed. I couldn't help it, it was so fun to see Potter trying to look cam and in control. Best of all he was trying to look intimidating which had all the effect a bunny has on a wolf.

"Hmm I don't think I will." I said my lip curled in a grin. He snarled and made a lunge at me. I moved to the side so he fell beside my feet. I was on top of him in seconds, straddling his waste my wand pointed at his face. "That is unless you do something to please me!" I thought of the possibilities, I could humiliate him is front of the whole school, I could take incriminating photos and send them to the press –POTTER GETS HIGH, BUT NOT ON A BROOM – I could see the headlines in my mind.

Potter stared in shock; he had not been expecting me blackmail him, just hurt him. Beating him up suddenly seemed juvenile in comparison to the idea of humiliation and my mine was made up. His shocked face made my shiver in delight. I was going to have fun with this…lots and lots of fun.

"Get of me you ass!" he was shouting now. A sure sign of panic in most people who have no control. There is sweat running down his face and he is all flushed. I’m going to have him.

"Hmmm" I pretended to think. "Well since that was very rude what you just said Potter I guess you will have to please me twice wont you! You must learn not to hurt people’s feelings" his eyes widened. I couldn't understand why people were so fascinated with Potter's eyes. They were just green. They didn't have a very amazing shape, they were just eyes, but when they lit up this fear I felt a tingle down my spine! He struggled under me for a few minutes before finally becoming still and gasping with the strain of it.

"What do you mean please you?" he was quiet this time. Looking down so that he didn't have to look at me. That wouldn’t do. I grabbed his chin.

"Any way you want you just have to please me". I pushed my pelvis into his soft stomach making him feel me. A Malfoy does not ask for release, it’s too much like begging. But that doesn’t mean I won’t let Potter know exactly what I’m looking for. My groin was straining now. I felt him shift and freeze. Now he knew what I wanted for sure. He looked up at me, my grip on his chin tightened. He blushed and looked down at where our bodies connected.

"Why so coy do you want it" I paused for effect "Potter" I felt the shudder and the small arc of his back. He may not want this but his body does. I laughed pointing my wand at his hands in turn so the stuck to the floor beside his head. He struggled and tried to break free. The friction between us made my body go rigged. He really was asking for it.

"Come on Potter. For all you know one kiss might please me or telling me why you were out cold!" Harry froze underneath me, his face set in defiance. "I can wait here all day, or just leave you here wandless and defenceless. Maybe I will strip you and then hint to Snape where you are. He would find you naked. Maybe I would write ‘I HEART SNAPE’ on your chest and see how he reacts." I could see hate and fear flash across his features and I could feel the grin on my own face reach my ears.

"Fine I am here because I..." he blushed. "Wasn't looking where I was going and walked into a wall." I moved my hips round and earned a gasp from the red face klutz.

"I don't believe you. If you had walked into a wall you would have been lying next to it and I would never have found you. Tell the truth or I'll raise it to three times"

Harry glared. "Fine I fainted from pain in my scar you pleased yet?" I smiled.

"No that story was far too boring to earn you your freedom I guess you will just have to kiss me" He bucked underneath me trying to overthrow me. My trousers tightened considerably.

"NO! Get off me you stupid arrogant ferret." I moved his hips again causing him to tense in restraint.

"Well now you will have to please me three times for the insult, what did I tell you about manners?!" He glared then looked away. I didn't say anything; it was a battle of wills now.

Five minutes past.

Twenty minutes past.

An hour past.

His stomach grumbled and I laughed. It was just about dinner. I got up and stretched.

"Well see you in an hour Potter!" his face was twisted in a disbelieving look. I laughed. "You didn't really think that I would wait with you. I am hungry and can come back in a few hours unlike you" with that I cast a silencing charm on him and covered him with the invisibility cloak. Time for some food.

I came back after two hours just to make it painful for him. I had brought food, but not for him. Pulling back the tapestry I made my way into the dark deserted corridor. Nothing moved. I shuffled my feet around until I felt something soft. Leaning down I pulled the cloak away. He was glaring at me, and I gave him a Cheshire cat grin. I lifted my silencing spell but he didn't say a word. His stomach growled loudly.

"Ha. You willing to try now?" he narrowed his eyes. I straddled him groaning as I felt his soft body. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a chocolate frog. His eyes bulged in his head as I began to unwrap it. I pushed it under his nose allowing him to smell the rich chocolate before brushing it over his lips.

That was when the proud Griffinwhore gave in. Arcing up against me in order to reach the food. I pulled it out of his reach and tsked loudly.

"Ah ah ah. You need to earn it!" his eyes followed the chocolate as I slowly inserted it into my mouth flicking my tongue along the struggling sweet. He pushed up as far as his arms would let him. Not enough to reach my chocolate-coated lips though.

"You giving in?" I asked around the sweet in my mouth. I needed to hear this for myself. He looked down a blush forming. I grabbed his chin pulling his face up to mine so that we were and inch apart. It was uncomfortably close and I could feel his heavy breathing. "Well? Answer!"

"Yes." His voice was dull and his eyes were void but I had done it I had made the oh so precious Harry Fucking Potter submit. I felt him trying to move further towards me but fail. I felt his tongue flick my lips. I was lost by that point. My mouth was on his. My hands were already making there was up into his baggy shirt. His tongue lapped the chocolate off my lips and I opened my mouth letting him dart in and out. I wasn't satisfied though I needed more. Pushing my way into his mouth I surveyed it with my tongue. He was shocked by this and started to move back away from my conquering tongue but I gripped him with my free hand. Pulling away I stared down into his flushed disorientated face. His eyes were half shut and his lips were parted in a soft o.

"It’s not enough" I said quietly my hand gripped him through the jeans he wore. I could feel the beginnings of an erection coming. He tried to move back and whimpered.

"You said a kiss! S…St…op" my hand had begun to need him through the fabric and a wolfish smile spread itself across my face.

"No dear, simple, Potter I said if it pleased me I would let you go, but I am a hard man to please." I pushed him down to the ground my hand not working on slipping into his no longer restricted boxers. They were old and looked like they had been worn many times. I felt him. His poor weeping cock begged for attention. He bucked into my hand and his eyes closed in against the onslaught of pleasure and shame. I moved down his body until my face was hovering just above him. I blew on him and he bucked again aiming for my mouth. The sly little bastard, did he really think a Malfoy would stoop so low. No that was his job but I could still toy with him.

I held his hips down and massaged the tip with my tongue. He panted and began to arc. I kissed the base before glazing the tip of my tongue up his shaft. He was panting now and the noises. Little squeaks and intakes of breath making me want him more.

"Please…Pl…ease!" I pushed myself up is body my hand now resting on his cock, unmoving.

"You want it that bad Harry" his name slipped from my tongue like oil over a slick body.

"Yes" that was all I needed to hear. Pulling my wand out I sliced his clothes off and slotted myself between his legs, pulling my own expensive trousers and boxers off. I took my wand and pushed it past his entrance. He squeaked in pain and tried to back away.

"Aww is this precious Potter's first time! Well I will have to make it memorable wont I!" I muttered the lubricating spell under my breath and watched his mouth open as he felt the warm liquid rush around his nerves. I have always liked this particular spell. It reduces pain and intensifies the pleasurable feeling for both participants. I used it back when Voldemort decided to vent on me. I was always the bottom and I couldn't do a thing about it. Just like Harry now.

I guess that means this is rape? He didn't really put up a big fight like I used too. I gave in once my he started using crusio, my one request was that he used it. Harry was panting under me and I suddenly felt scared. Was I becoming like that soulless demon of a thing, not even remotely human? I didn't want that.

Harry seemed to notice that what was wrong because he suddenly said.

"Don't worry. I want this" I couldn't believe my ears. Harry Potter wanted me to screw his brains out on the floor of a dank dreary corridor. He spoke again a small smile coming to his lips. ‘I haven’t felt this alive since... “he trailed off into a week mumble sadness peaking in his face, but it had given me the courage to do start again.

I pulled my wand out removing the spell, which kept his arms pinned to the floor, and threw it to the side. His hands came up to pull my shirt over my head. His mouth was round my nipple within two seconds and I was lifting his legs round my hips. I felt his pucker and felt a shiver run down his body before I finally entered him.

An immediate moan came from his lips and he pushed against me wanting me deeper. I complied pushing in with all the force I could muster. So small and crushing. I felt as if I were held in a vice. His body was moving against mine saliva was tailing both our bodies and his tight wet ass was driving me crazy. I felt him kissing my jaw in aggressive bites marking me. A fist smacked straight into my face and I was blown to the side. The shock of the impact dazed me. It was now my turn to fear as Potter stood above me erect and dripping. What came next I had not expected as he mounted me and began to ride my cock slowly. I had never seen anything that made me feel as lusty as when he slid down. I watched my cock disappear into his greedy hole. Saw it clench around me trying to swallow me all. It was becoming too much, I becoming urgent underneath him and I began to thrust up to meet him.

He tensed as I hit his that small bundle of nerves deep inside him. I held his hips still and began to pound upward.

‘That’s it you dirty cock slut ride me’ and Potter let go all over me. He became almost unbearably tight but I kept thrusting into him until my body gave way to orgasm and I filled him. I moved up and kissed his mouth softly letting all the months of minor intimacy be washed away with one kiss. He crashed on top of me, not bothering to dislodge himself. We lay like that till our breath came back. Opening my eyes I put on a cold sneer and removed myself from him without saying a word. I cleaned myself got dressed and then tossed his wand to him.

He sat there shocked at the curt way I was just leaving. Harry got up his eyes downcast and spelled himself clean, putting on his cloths tears of shame running down his face. He didn't realise I was still there until I came up behind him and grabbed his hips.

I felt him tense and I licked the lobe of his ear. "Twice more you have to please me. Remember that" I then walked away laughing sure that his tears had dried and sure that I too would be feeling some of that emptiness he was exhibiting in a few moments. Only he wouldn’t be there to witness my weakness or shame.

So I hope you enjoyed and please leave me some constructive crit. Chapter two has yet to be re-edited so feel free to read it but don’t get your hopes up I wrote it when I was a lot younger. It will be edited and added to soon though so feel free to add it to your alerts.
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