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Perpetuam Fames Me	By : Nevermore11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8054 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry pursed his lips unconsciously as he hunched over his Potion’s essay. It was ridiculous for Snape to assign something this long and mundane and expect for it to be due the next day: a two foot long piece of parchment on which to thoroughly describe the mating habits of Cornish pixies. Who the bloody hell cared about the mating habits of Cornish pixies? Harry frowned, uttering a muttered curse under his breath as he made another spelling mistake in his hurried frenzy to complete the essay. He knew without a doubt this was just another useless assignment Snape had assigned them. Was it really all that important to know what the blue powder pixies emitted during their mating cycles was used for? Harry knew he would never have to remember his information after he left Hogwarts. But Snape was a master at giving them mundane busy work.

He struggled to finish, wanting to be done with the stupid thing. The library was going to close in just a few minutes and Harry didn’t want to run the risk of getting in trouble. He’d been doing that too much lately anyway, and he didn’t feel inclined to give Umbridge another excuse to punish him.

The fingers of his right hand twitched in remembered pain, and he placed his thumb over the scarred words with a frown. For about two weeks now Hermione and Ron had been pestering him nonstop about telling Dumbledore what was going on every time he suffered through a detention with the Blob. But Harry wasn’t going to bother Dumbledore about this. It wasn’t that important.

He winced, hearing Hermione raging in his head. He’d made the mistake of saying that once to her before.

“Harry James Potter if I ever hear you say something that wrong and stupid again I’ll turn you into a slug!”

Harry was fairly certain that she was being serious and that was more than enough motivation to keep those kinds of thoughts to himself. After all, only last year Draco had been publicly turned into a ferret, and Harry was still quite pleased to have that floating around the school. He didn’t want the next wave of gossip to be at his expense for being a slug.

Well…not that there wasn’t gossip about him already.

“Bollocks,” he whispered, tossing his quill down none-too-gently. He rubbed his forehead, fingertips grazing over his scar as he leaned back in his chair. It seemed he had reached the point of no return. He hated how easily distracted he could become. His mood was worse this year, and he was constantly distracted by the ever growing threat of Voldemort. There was a pained thump in his heart at that. It was all his fault. And Cedric…

Harry violently shook his head, cutting off the disparaging thought at the quick. Realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to concentrate he gathered up his belongings and haphazardly stuffed them into his bag. Madame Pinch ushered him out of the library before locking the doors behind him, and Harry sighed as he started making his way down the hallway. He was going to have to finish the assignment in the Common Room, and Harry wasn’t all too keen on the idea. There would be too many people around, and honestly Harry just wanted a few more hours of peace and quiet before he rejoined the boisterous masses.

The young man pushed up the sleeves of his robes, frowning a bit with consternation. He had lost some weight during the summer while he had been with the Dursleys, and so far he hadn’t quite managed to gain the pounds back yet. Hermione always mothered him whenever they there in the Great Hall. He always tried to eat whatever she set on his pate, but honestly all the food she piled on there made it look like she was trying to feed Ron, not him. Ron could have demolished the heaping portions without so much as batting an eye. But to Harry they just looked like impossible mountains of mush.

He turned the corner, still struggling to push up his long sleeves when he crashed into what felt like a stone wall. He grunted, feeling himself falling backward from the shock of the hit, when a sturdy arm braced itself around his waist, keeping him from tumbling painfully to the floor. Harry blinked up at his savior, eyes widening as he recognized Malfoy’s cool gray eyes. He blushed despite himself, and he huffed, pushing Malfoy away as he straightened himself up.

“Can’t even manage a ‘Thank you’, Potter? Perhaps I shouldn’t have caught you after all.”

Harry shivered. Malfoy’s words had been frigid, striking him to his very bones. The tone was different than what he was used to. Where was the usual underlining cynicism and smug sarcasm?

“Lay off, Malfoy,” he bit out, a wave of indignation nearly choking him. It seemed Malfoy didn’t have to be smug at all to still get under his skin. For some reason this bothered Harry a great deal.

Malfoy cocked his head to the side with a small disapproving click of his tongue. A low smirk played about the corners of his lips, giving him a lazy expression of amusement. Ah, there was some of the condescending tones Harry had been missing.

“Still so elegant,” he drawled, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from the front of his robes. Harry couldn’t help but notice how well Malfoy’s clothes fit him. It was almost like they had been simply poured over his skin, the way the fabric clung to his contours. Harry furrowed his brow, rubbing his forehead. Why should he pay that much attention to Malfoy’s muscles? Maybe he was just jealous that he didn’t have that many. Harry was just lithe and lean, almost wispy.

“I don’t have time for this, Malfoy. Thanks and all, but just leave me alone.”

Harry turned to side-step around the pompous git in front of him, but his path was blocked again. He looked up at the Slytherin with a perfectly scathing glare, earning another notch of frustration as he had to tilt his head back in order to burn holes into Malfoy’s eyes. Why did everyone have to be taller than him?

“Where are you going, Potter? I’m not done with our conversation just yet.”

Harry frowned, his patience growing thin.

“Really? Because I’m bloody well done with it.”

He tried a second time to get passed Malfoy but he was thwarted again.

“Get out of my way! Bother me some other time!” Now getting to the Common Room was actually sounding good to Harry. Maybe he should just give up on trying getting some time to himself. Every time he tried someone always came to interrupt him.

He pulled out his wand, aiming it threateningly at the Slytherin, taking extreme satisfaction in the way Malfoy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Out of my way or I swear I won’t hesitate to hex your hair off.” He bared his teeth in an ugly smile. “Wonder what people would say if you became the hairless ferret.”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes, and they flashed dangerously, setting Harry on edge. The treacherous gleam in Malfoy’s eyes moved down his face, curving his lips into an equally menacing smile.

“Challenge accepted, Potter,” he murmured, and soon Harry was dodging out of the way as a spell was sent crashing toward him. He rolled back up onto his feet, whirling around with his wand poised at Malfoy.

“Stupefy!”

Malfoy flicked his wrist, bringing up a shield that absorbed the stunner completely, and Harry’s eyes narrowed in concentration. The two teenagers circled each other slowly, and the Boy-Who-Lived searched carefully for an opening. He started to raise his wand, when Malfoy’s hand shot out, his movement fluid like a snake as he edged closer to Harry.

“Immobulous. Petrificus Totalus.”

Harry dodged and weaved around the spells, creating a hurried if flimsy shield with a silent Protego. He was starting to regret this little duel he had caused. He’d been under the impression that Malfoy would be easy to win, or even that just flashing his wand would cause the Slytherin to run away with his tail between his legs.

He never counted on Malfoy actually being good.

“Surprised, Potter?” Malfoy questioned, moving closer to his prey, wand-hand steady and ready to strike. “You didn’t think I would actually step down from a chance to fight you, did you? Not when I have so much new spells to play with.”

Harry narrowed his eyes.

“Shut up, Malfoy. You’re lousy at casting spelling just like you’re lousy at Quidditch.” It was a low, pointless jab, but from the way Malfoy bristled, Harry knew he’d distracted him at least a little. He took his opening without hesitation.

“Rictusempra!” Malfoy doubled over with helpless laughter, curling up on the floor as his legs couldn’t support him. Harry straightened with a smile, actually feeling a bit refreshed.

“See you later, Malfoy,” he called, waving a hand before he turned his back and started to walk away. At least he had something good to tell Ron when he got back up to the Common Room. He hurried his pace, knowing that it was already past curfew. He had only gone a few feet down the hallway, however, when he heard Malfoy’s voice, and it was shaky and somewhat interrupted by the spell-induced laughter.

“Perpetuam fames me!”

Harry whirled around just in time to see a pink and silver-gray beam of light strike him in the chest, shooting into his heart. At first his brow furrowed in confusion. Nothing seemed to be happening to him. He placed a hand over his heart, wondering what Malfoy had cast on him.

“Harry.”

Harry’s eyes widened and his head snapped up to see Malfoy, who was suddenly looking cool and calm as he picked himself up of the floor. The young man locked eyes with the Slytherin, who leaned forward ever so slightly, almost beseechingly.

“Harry,” he whispered again, his voice filled with a gentle caress. Harry felt each syllable of his name as it rolled off Malfoy’s tongue, and before he knew it a moan slipped from his own throat unbidden.

And with that moan, the flood gates opened up, slamming him with such intense emotion it sent him crashing to the floor onto his hands and knees. He suddenly felt too hot, too restless, too stifled. His vision swirled in and out of focus, leaving him dizzy and careening helplessly in this uncontrollable sense of need.

But what did he need?

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At this point Draco had managed to walk over to him, kneeling down in front of the trembling boy. He cupped Harry’s cheek, quietly marveling at how soft his skin felt against his hand. He gently pulled Harry’s drooped his head up, locking eyes with the teen once more. Draco took a steadying breath, seeing the thinly-veiled desire swirling in Harry’s dark green eyes.

How those eyes had haunted him through the years…but now he would take what was rightfully his; what should have been his from the beginning. Potter wasn’t going to deny him anymore. Draco certainly hadn’t anticipated going through with this tonight, but it had been a blessing to stumble across the foolish Gryffindor after curfew. It was an opportunity no self-respecting Slytherin could have passed up.

He drew the smaller teen closer to him, so that their lips were nearly touching. He smirked at the way Harry tried to impatiently close the distance between them. The spell had almost completely control over him. But the key to absolute control was to say the victim’s name three times.

“Harry.”

Draco watched in utter fascination as Harry’s pupils dilated, and the forest green color to his eyes darkened as sheer lust slammed through the teen. Harry moaned as soon as the final sound of his name echoed in the expansive hallway they were resting in, and he crashed his lips against Draco’s with feverish intensity, effectively stealing Draco’s very breath away.

This is exactly what Draco had wanted. Before he could wholly enjoy his impending conquest, however, he had to get them somewhere secluded. Harry was stunning like this, and Draco wasn’t going to let some Prefect ruin his chance by stumbling upon them in the hallway. Moving Harry like this might prove difficult, however.

He pulled his lips away from Harry’s with great reluctance, relishing in the needy whimper Potter released. He chuckled as the Gryffindor started trying to push off his robes, and Draco climbed to his feet, pulling Potter up with him.

“Come with me, Harry,” he whispered, taking the lust-laden boy by the hand. “We have to go somewhere private. You don’t want someone to interrupt us, do you?” He leaned forward, brushing his tongue along the shell of Potter’s ear, almost making him collapse to the ground again as he moaned.

“P-Please!” he breathed, clutching desperately at the front of Draco’s robes. Draco smirked in satisfaction, bodily guiding Harry into the nearest empty classroom that he could find. He closed the door behind them, pausing long enough to cast locking and silencing charms before he pulled off his Slytherin robes and set his wand down on them.

The image that he was greeted to when he looked at Potter cause him to harden immediately. Potter was on his knees in front of him, legs splayed wide open in a vulgar display so Draco could easily see the distinguished bulge straining against Potter’s ratty pants. The young man licked his lips softly in arousal, watching with burning anticipation as Harry pulled off his own robes and started pulling off his shirt.

“Yes, Harry,” he whispered, egging him on. “Strip for me. Let me worship your body.”

Harry’s head tipped back as he groaned, and Draco knelt down in front of him, tossing Harry’s atrociously red and gold tie onto the floor where it belonged, followed by his shirt. Draco loved the striking contrast between their skin tones. Where he was completely, flawlessly pale, Harry had the lightest of tans. Right now Harry’s skin was flushed beautifully with arousal, and Draco tipped his head forward, allowing his teeth and tongue to become acquainted with Harry’s exposed throat.

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Harry felt his world spinning out of control. He released a sigh as he felt Malfoy’s tongue cast a slow trail from the underside of his jaw down toward his collarbone. Even with his shirt off he still felt stifled, but Draco’s touches were bringing fresh, cool bursts that soothed his rising temperature. But the simple licks and exploratory touches weren’t enough, and soon Harry was whimpering and squirming against the hard body against him. He needed more!

“Please!” he gasped out, arching his back as he was lowered onto the floor. He wasn’t even conscious to the hard stone digging into his unprotected skin. All he could focus on was Malfoy, while the rest of the world spun and blended together in a confusing background of color and shape.

There was a responding bite to his plea, and he cried out as one of his nipples was teased, causing it to become hard and erect. Shudders slid up and down his spine in a strange, clashing combination of pain and pleasure, and weighted pants escaped his mouth. The bite was good. He wanted to experience it again. He silently arched toward the soft lips that were pressed against his chest, and his toes curled as those sinful teeth closed around the hardened bud a second time, biting down with more aggression.

“Y-Yes, M-Merlin!” he mewed, tossing his head back as his fingers blindly latched themselves into Draco’s soft hair. He dimly heard a groan of acceptance coming from his lover, and Harry’s glazed eyes tried to focus on the blond head that was steadily moving further down his body. He felt his muscles tense with anticipation, and he could barely contain himself as Draco started to work on removing his pants, moving so slowly as his legs were exposed inch by inch.

“T-Take them off!” he begged, hating and loving the way Malfoy was teasing him, like he wanted to savor every bit of fresh skin that was exposed. Harry wriggled with impatience, causing Malfoy to chuckle huskily, and he finally tossed away the pants.

“Who knew you had such a nice body, Harry?” he breathed, idly stroking his fingers along the hem of Harry’s boxers before dipping down underneath the fabric. Potter certainly had horrible taste in clothing, and so taking them off was a real pleasure for Draco for several reasons. The most important being his body. He was a bit on the small side, but Draco liked that about him. It made him look for fragile and irresistible. Like a porcelain doll with a few imperfections. Just enough to keep him beautiful but also interesting.

Draco finally pulled down Harry’s boxers, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he took in his sought-after prize. Harry’s cock was perfect. The hardened flesh was rock-hard and the tip was already glistening so prettily with precum that Draco couldn’t resist running his finger along the tip to sample Harry’s seed. He pressed the finger against his tongue, rolling the flavor around in his mouth with a moan. He made sure that Harry was watching him, and he smirked as the Gryffindor’s eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned his name. Draco slid his gaze back down to Harry’s erection, watching as it curled a bit and pressed against his flat stomach. Finally unable to resist the temptation, Draco wound his aristocratic fingers around the steel-like flesh and pumped his hand a few times.

“You are mine, Harry. This belongs only to me now,” he commanded, his voice husky with lust as he watched the Boy-Who-Live writhe helplessly in his hand, hips thrusting sporadically as he begged mindlessly for Draco to stroke him faster, harder. Draco smirked and bent down, pressing his lips against Harry’s ear as he brushed some sweaty hair away from those green eyes, brandishing his infamous scar in the process.

“All those things you wish of me, Harry, will happen. But not until I’m inside you.”

Just seeing the look of rapture on Harry’s face was enough to make Draco cum, but he staved off the desire to. Instead he pressed two of his fingers against Harry’s lips, watching in utter fascination as the teen took them into his mouth, sucking on them feverishly. Draco’s gray eyes became more predatory.

“Lick them well, Harry. That is all the lubrication I’m going to give you.”

After Harry had thoroughly coated his fingers Draco spread the teen’s pliant legs, teasing the little rosebud between them. He pressed experimentally and groaned softly in approval. Based on how much resistance he was getting Potter was still a virgin. This was getting better and better. He’d been hearing rumors that past year at Hogwarts that Potter possibly liked men, and it had been even speculated he’d gone on a date with someone in Gryffindor house. No one could prove it, of course, but it had been more than enough motivation for Draco to come up with this plan of seduction.

He continued to stroke Harry with the intention of relaxing him, and soon he had a finger breached into the tight passage. He felt the silky walls convulse around his finger, and his eyes darkened as he realized Harry was trying to pull the digit in deeper. He curled his finger delicately, searching around carefully for a few moments until he found his prize. As soon as he brushed against that infamous bundle of nerves Harry nearly shot off the floor. His back bowed completely and his fingers scrambled against the surface of the floor as he cried out raggedly in pleasure. Draco smirked, taking this chance to add in a second finger. Harry whimpered in response, having never felt this kind of stretch before, but the spell he was under only brought out the pleasure he was feeling, nearly blocking out any initial discomfort that he was feeling. Draco expertly began to scissor his fingers, making sure to stretch Harry as much as he could before adding in a third digit.

Harry gasped out in mingled pain and pleasure. He had never felt something like this before, and his head swum as he struggled to stay grounded. But he was being constantly swept away by sensation, and before he knew it he could feel three of Draco’s fingers moving inside him, and occasionally they would brush against that sweet spot inside him, causing fireworks to go off in front of his eyes. He was nearing the edge when Draco’s hand suddenly tightened forcibly around his erection, cutting off his orgasm.

“N-No…” he moaned, arching desperately as his body was thwarted what it craved. Draco bent down and soothed him with a deep, tongue-exploring kiss, and Harry peered up at him with glazed eyes, his body flushed and shining with drops of sweat.

“Hush, Harry,” Draco soothed. He removed his fingers, realizing at this point that he was still clothed. He picked up his wand and waved it, banishing all of his clothes to the floor. He didn’t have the patience to struggle with them manually. Instead he murmured a lubrication charm on himself, and soon he was between Harry’s legs, raising them up so they were resting across his shoulders. He pressed his leaking head against Harry’s entrance, pressing in slowly. He moved in at a glacial pace, precious inch by inch, listening with great pleasure and satisfactions to each one of Harry’s whimpers and weighted gasps.

He didn’t stop moving until he was fully seated, and he had to paused, his body trembling. He’d never felt this kind of tightness before, and he closed his eyes, struggling with every fiber of his being. It certainly didn’t help that Harry had apparently gone past the pain, from the way he was constantly wriggling his hips. Draco growled and grabbed his hips, pushing them forcibly against the ground to prevent the little minx from making him cum too soon.

“No, no, Potter. I will set the pace here, not you.” With that Draco pulled out shallowly before thrusting back in, watching with immense satisfaction as Harry’s struggles ceased entirely, and he moaned his approval. Needing no further motivation Draco began a punishing pace, moving in and out of Harry’s tight, fluttering channel, aiming as much as he could for his prostate.

He watched Harry’s features twisted with complete ecstasy, and before Draco had even finished fifteen thrusts, Harry was arching his back and screaming his release for the world to hear. Draco steeled himself, moaning gutturally as Harry tightened around him like a vice. But he wasn’t finished with the Gryffindor. Not by a long shot. He pulled out of the twitching teen, turning him over onto his hands and knees. His hands cupped the firm buttocks that greeted him, and he parted them before slamming home, causing Harry’s back to arch drastically as the Gryffindor released an odd choking sound before it transformed into a long, low moan.

“Yes, Harry,” Draco breathed into his ear. “You love the feeling of my cock inside of you, and I’m the only one that can bring you this kind of pleasure. If anyone else tries to touch you like this, you won’t be aroused. You’ll think only of me instead. You’ll seek me out and bend over like the beautiful whore you are.”

Harry’s body felt like it was on fire, the way it was tingling. Each word Draco sinfully breathed into his ear caused him to shudder, and he pressed his hips desperately back against Draco each time the Slytherin pounded into him. Draco’s words sent wave after wave of lust to override his senses, and he moaned, nodding his head as he sobbed in pleasure, fully hard again.

“Yes!” he agreed mindlessly. “O-Only yours!”

Draco slammed into his prostate consecutively, and Harry screamed once again as his body reached the point of white-hot frenzy. He came in copious amounts onto the floor, and he could only whimper and twitch in aftermath as Draco moaned above him, and soon he felt a scalding liquid coat his insides.

Both teens collapsed bonelessly onto the floor, breathing raggedly as they basked in the aftermath. Harry ached pleasantly, and he stayed relaxed as he felt Draco still inside him, which was where he belonged.

Draco stroked a few strands of sweaty dark hair away from Harry’s brow, hugging him close as he stroked the teen’s side. Even from his position spooning behind Harry he could sense how fast the Gryffindor’s heart was thudding. Or was that his own? Draco was too lethargic to care.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” he murmured, closing his eyes with a satisfied smirk. This was turning out to be quite the pleasant night indeed.

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Harry’s eyes snapped open as he hear someone speak his name, and all at once he felt as if a weight of ice coated him from head to toe. He blindly pushed away from whoever was holding him, wincing as something slipped out of his entrance with an obscene slurping sound. He could feel thin rivulets of a sticky stubance sliding down his thighs, and the realization struck him, and he stared down at Malfoy in horror.

“Wh-What did you do to me?” he roared, hurriedly pulling on his clothes. Every caress and touch of what had just happened burned into his mind, making him blush furiously with humiliation. How could he have acted so wanton with bloody Malfoy? How could he have been so willing to just throw away his virginity to his rival?

“Potter, I—“

“You stay the hell away from me!” Harry snarled, unable to look him in the eye. To his credit Draco looked surprised as well, but Harry didn’t care. He haphazardly tugged on his clothes, holding back a whimper of pain as his butt felt like it had been split in two.

“Harry—“

A small wave of passion struck Harry, and he clapped his hands over his ears, hurriedly staggering out of the room and down the hallway. He raced to the Gryffindor Common Room, feeling dread well up within him as he saw Hermione and Ron waiting for him.

“Harry, what happened to you?” she demanded, standing up from the couch to look at him accusingly. Harry flushed and stammered.

“N-No where, Hermione. Just been working on my essay.”

“But Harry you’re past curfew.”

“I know! Look at the time, better get off to bed.” With that he raced upstairs, ignoring Ron and Hermione calling after him. They couldn’t know what he had just experienced. He swallowed thickly, glaring down at his body. Malfoy had made him act like a fool. He closed his eyes, shuddering. There was no way he could face the Hall the next day. Malfoy was going to gloat for sure. Harry bit down on his bottom lip, rubbing his face roughly with his hands. He climbed into bed with his clothes intact, closing the curtains so that Ron wouldn’t bother him.

He heard when Ron came upstairs several minutes later, and he was still curled up in the same position, trying his best to stop thinking about the way Draco’s fingers had felt against his skin.

“Mate? You asleep?”

Harry closed his eyes, pressing his face into the pillow. There was a long pause before he finally heard Ron moving again, and soon the only sounds he could hear were the occasional snore from his roommates. Harry turned so that he was resting on his back, and he fought back a sound of pain. Malfoy must have been huge, to make him feel…

No, no, no! Harry gritted his teeth, lifting his head to toss it angrily down onto the pillow. He couldn’t think about Malfoy! Instead he closed his eyes, hoping that he could get some sleep. He felt exhausted, and he just wanted to try and forget what had happened.

But sleep eluded Harry that night. Instead he lay awake in bed, coming to grips with the fact that Malfoy had induced the two most powerful orgasms Harry had ever experienced. And it only served to reaffirm Harry’s suspicions that perhaps he wasn’t quite as straight as he’d been hoping. He groaned, glaring heatedly up at the ceiling.

He was going to get back at Malfoy for this, one way or another.

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A/N: This started out as a one-shot, but I'm going to continue it. Please review and let me know what you think! This is my first story published on here, so constructive criticism is preferred. Also, this chapter is unbetaed, so if there are mistakes I overlooked I apologize. Thanks for reading.
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