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Chapter 6: The Seduction of Draco
Rating: This chapter rated R for SLASH SLASH SLASH SLASH. SMUT SMUT SMUT ALERT. If you do not know what I'm talking about, then move on to the next chapter... or go back... you have been warned!
The rest of the story is presently at FanFiction.net. http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1367964
This chapter is only here due to its heavier content.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns it all. I just want to play in her world for a while...
This chapter is pure slash (Male/Male sex, D/H) If you don't mind it, read on at your own risk.
Chapter Summary: Harry does Draco. Draco does Harry. Need I say more? Critical to the overall plot of the story, but if you are queasy about this chapter, move on to the next one - it deals with the morning after...
Author Note: Was it my imagination, or was FF.net down? Anyways, I wanted this chapter to be perfect - but you'll see that the next chapter won't be too far behind...
References: Would you like me to seduce you? - George Michael, Too Funky. Carried on from the previous chapter... Draco obviously said Yeah, Yeah to that question.
Music Recommendations for this chapter: With our Without You - U2. If you have ever had the pleasure of being seduced, or planning a seduction, then this is the only song to consider playing. Put it on repeat on the cd player... you won't regret the decision. Alternatively, alternate it with All I Want is You - U2, and you will be thoroughly seduced or seducing... ;)
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The motorcycle with Harry & Draco had landed back at Harry's penthouse. The building was a wizard built block right in the middle Chelsea. Nobody was any the wiser to it's special features. Passing Muggles thought it was just another upmarket apartment block.
Harry wanted this to be special. Hell, it was already special. To set the mood in the apartment, he flicked his wand and muttered an almost silent spell just before they landed. No successful seduction goes unplanned. Draco was feeling extremely exhilarated and aroused at this point in time, and it wasn't just in anticipation of the what would happen when they got to Harry's. He had never travelled as fast by broom, or bike as he was now, the speed spell flinging them across space to their destination. Whilst on the bike he wasn't really hanging on to Harry for dear life - just enjoying the feel of Harry's back and muscles between his legs.
After landing, Harry tentatively held out his hand to Draco in invitation, offering him the chance to come inside. Draco looked into Harry's deep green eyes and still saw a small look of apprehension - he was still asking Draco if this is what he wants. Of course this is what I want. Harry could never hide his true feelings, not with those giant mirrors to his soul looking at Draco that way. Draco laughed - it was almost a giggle - to reassure Harry. He grasped Harry's hand firmly and brought him into an embrace as they entered the apartment.
As Draco stepped into the entrance, he sensed the warmth and magic in the air. Music was softly playing as the muted lights from the fireplace, and the candles danced and made patterns on the walls . The patterns seemed to move in time with the music. He was being drawn into the room. He knew exactly what music Harry was playing - it was a favourite album of Draco's. How did he know? Surely he didn't remember after all these years? Seems either Harry had forgotten, or purposely chose to play "The Joshua Tree".
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It was the final week before Graduation from Hogwarts. The seniors had many liberties - being so few, but they had been planning a huge trip to Hogsmeade for weeks, a final celebration before they went on to (hopefully) get on with their lives. Even Harry was there. Harry had mostly avoided his schoolmates socially since the battle, but today he seemed to have stepped out of his funk. Everyone suspected it had everything to do with the fact that in a week's time, he would be playing Quidditch for England. Most of them wanted to give him a bit of a send-off as well.
The night had worn on, a few couples had separated from the remaining group - which consisted of Hermione, Draco, Lavender, Seamus, Neville, Pansy and Draco. Harry was there, but had not really been an active participant in the conversation - in the drinking, yes, he was very active, but he was nursing what looked to be another Firewhiskey as the conversation turned to one topic that most red blooded teens have at one stage or another. Music.
With the new climate of co-operation with Muggles, the playing of Muggle music was allowed - in fact encouraged - to be played at school. Mostly to help them forget, and some of the students took to the music with relish. Harry had actually spent pretty much every waking moment not in class listening to all types. Along with a few of the Muggle born students, Harry was considered an expert in current trends. Of course the NIN t-shirt he was wearing attested to the status of his current taste in sounds.
The conversation started harmlessly enough - Seamus had been talking about which music would you like to shag to. The girls agreed it was an important part of a successful seduction. The wrong music could be a turn off. Lavender was partial to the boy bands - Backstreet Boys, Take That. She thought their songs were 'beautiful' and 'romantic'. Hermione was a little better in her choices. Madonna. Especially her 'Erotica' album. Harry never imagined her choice of music to shag to, but then again, the more he thought about it, the more he was definitely sure he would not want to shag her. He didn't hate her, but he hadn't been as close to her as in their first few years. Visiting Ron in hospital had taken up most of Hermione's spare time this year.
"Well you can't beat a good shag to U2." Draco surprised everyone with his statement. He had to clarify "Oh, not their current stuff, their stuff they did in the Eighties. Awesome. Best damn music ever made. You could make love for hours just listening to 'The Joshua Tree'. Best Muggle musicians on the planet"
"What a load of crap." Harry suddenly spoke from his corner. Everyone was surprised to even hear him speak. "U2 are not the best damn musicians on the planet." The entire conversation got quite heated after that. Never tell a teenager that you think their musical choices suck. Harry had hardly talked to anyone all year, and now he decides to speak a diatribe on the relative merits of the grunge movement on music, and how it had superceded all that big hair crap from the eighties. If only he had put that much passion into studying the other subjects, thought Hermione, he would have passed more NEWTs.
In the end it turned into a name slagging match between Harry & Draco. Just like the good old days. Draco regretted even mentioning U2, but certainly won many points on the witty repartee. Harry was still livid that no one in the group had ever listened to 'The Downward Spiral', and had no idea who Trent Reznor was... It nearly came to physical blows when Draco told Harry to chill out - it's only music man... not like your life depends on it.
But music had been a kind of lifeline for Harry. When he got into his darkest moods, he would listen for hours, sometimes not sleeping. Pouring over lyrics - hell - he even fancied himself as a songwriter for a very short time - and wrote some of his own. Fortunately, Harry burned every one of his songs not long after they had hit the parchment.
It was the last time that all of them were together. A week later, they had graduated, and were moving on with their lives. But unknowingly, Harry remembered this fight with Draco vividly; and Draco did the same. It was the last time they spoke to each other; until tonight.
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"Excellent choice. I'm surprised you remembered. I was kind of dreading you playing Black Sabbath or something." Draco was looking to push Harry's musical buttons again.
"Well, I have a confession to make. I took the time to listen, actually listen to U2, and came to the same conclusion as you."
"What's that?" Draco was curious.
"Well, you were right - The Joshua Tree is a damn fine album..." Harry took this opportunity to pour a drink for Draco. "... but I still think you're a tosser if you think Prattle and HoHum is better than Achtung Baby."
Draco grinned "Are you apologising to me, Potter? Do you finally admit I was right."
"Not really, Malfoy, but I did tell Bono that, and he was the one that called it Prattle and HoHum. He admitted they were a bit too big for their boots back then. But Bono's not here, and he's not my type - neither is George Michael for that matter... You're here, Draco."
Harry poured two glasses, filled them with ice. He walks over to Draco who stood on the shag-pile rug in front of the fireplace. "A toast." They clink glasses. "A toast. To the two most eligible bachelors!" Draco laughed again. Harry couldn't remember ever seeing Draco laugh like that before. There were no masks, no defences left to breakdown. They took a sip. Harry took Draco's drink, and put in on the side table.
"I don't know about you Draco, but I've waited a long time for this." Harry whispered as he slammed hard into a kiss. Their half closed eyes met and Draco responded, sliding his hands around the back of Harry's neck, and began running them through Harry's long hair. Their hearts were beating so fast, and they kissed with such ferocity that they nearly ran out of air. Harry's taste was intoxicating. His taste and smell. Harry smelt of leather & forest. Draco, of fine Givenchy aftershave, laced with the woody smell of a fine wine. That's how Harry first thought of it.
Harry was burning with a desire he had only been dreaming of for the past fourteen years - Is he really here with me, or is this another dream? He could feel his arousal straining the bindings on his trousers. Their kisses intensified with tongues now exploring all areas inside their mouths; alternating between ferocious biting and gasping for air. He pulled Draco right in to him - there was no doubt that Draco could feel his arousal as well. Draco suddenly became even more eager in his response if possible. He practically wrapped himself around Harry. Despite this intense battle of tongues, they remained standing - Draco didn't think he could stand much longer. He was too busy to notice that Harry had been slowly guiding them to the bedroom.
The rich muted tones of Harry's bedroom were warming. The fireplace, the candles, and heaven forbid thought Draco - he's thought of everything - candles, even rose petals strewn across the bed. It's a seduction all right. Gods! he tastes delectable. They both fumbled eagerly to take off their clothes, without unlocking their lips. By the time they got to the bed, they had only managed to remove their cloaks.
Harry ceased the kisses as he drew Draco's face into his hands and looked directly into his eyes. Blazing emeralds that showed life for the first time in years met Draco's, which from the excitement were almost ice blue dazzling like pale diamonds. Draco smiled up at Harry. "I just wanted to make sure this is right - for us both."
"Trust me, Malfoys don't do anything they don't want to - unless they are being coerced. I am at your mercy, Harry." With that last breathless word, Draco brought his lips up to Harry, and they met again. The passion in their kisses intensified from Draco, and Harry's responses increased to meet Draco's challenge. Tongues exploring every part of each mouth - enjoying their softness; their tastes; teasing nips at each others lips. Harry took Draco's bottom lip and sucked it hard and slow. When he was satisfied he had tasted that morsel, he moved away from his mouth, to begin to explore the rest of Draco. He deftly loosened Draco's hair and was running his fingers through it, as he began to nip and suck and lick along Draco's neckline, down his throat, along his Adams apple, teasing it with soft butterfly kisses, running his tongue over every inch of skin. He was memorising every morsel that was Draco. He slowly began to unbutton Draco's shirt as he descended further on his journey.
Draco's fingers were entwined in Harry's hair, but not for long. As Harry explored with his tongue and his teeth, Drey began to undress Harry. Slowly. After undoing each button, Drey would rub his hands over the fabric, to keep it tidy. The feel of his hands taking their time made Harry even more aroused. Harry started to fumble with the last couple of buttons on Draco's shirt, he was keen to move this pleasure cruise beyond the aft deck. With both their shirts off, the lovers finally sat on the edge of Harry's king size four poster bed. Harry's hands were exploring the body he was tasting. He was obsessed with Draco's fine body. So pale, so lithe, so ethereal and beautiful. Just as had dreamed it to be. He would taste a part of Draco, licking, blowing, suckling on whatever area came to his mouth, then moving on to another area, as if he had memorised it. But he would take his hands back to that spot and gently rub or knead the area. Draco could not believe how gentle those strong hands were. They were not as smooth and silky as his, but the hours of broom riding had smoothed the callouses to something firmer. These were confident hands that knew what they were doing, and what they wanted.
Draco was by no means an inactive participant. His mouth too far away to kiss Harry, he moaned with the pleasure and the ever increasing lust just from being touched by Harry. Draco's long smooth pale fingers began following the muscles on Harry's arms, down his chest until they came across his nipples. Draco was not unpleasantly surprised at the nipple ring he found on Harry's right side. He mercilessly teased his nipples by squeezing them. Taking his thumb in his mouth, he slowly began to rub his moistened thumb over Harry's nipples, Harry's lustful moaning increased Draco's own pleasure. Gently running circles over the nipples, Harry started to breath harder, biting back even louder moans. It was too soon for that.
Draco's hands continued the tour, again following the line of hair down to his belly button. Harry's chest hair was not excessive, but it was also smooth to the touch, not coarse like some men. Harry's exploration of Draco was now at his nipples, and like Drey had, he chose to spend some effort on them. Gentle biting, blowing and running his tongue around them had Draco moaning and arching himself into Harry's body. Draco's arousal was straining on his trousers, and he could feel Harry's erection against his own thigh. He began fumbling for laces on the side of Harry's dragonhides, (no decent designer would mar dragonhide with ugly zippers or buttons). Harry was naked beneath the dragonhide, and Draco opened his eyes to take his first sight for many years of the magnificence that was Harry. Draco was mightily impressed. Oliver was right. Hung like a centaur. He moaned in delighted approval - at that very moment, Harry chose to draw circles with his tongue around Draco's belly button, before sucking on it. He was only centimetres away from Draco's throbbing arousal. Harry was also fumbling to remove Draco's trousers. Draco helped him to fris ois own painfully erect cock.
Their bodies were both seething with the heat of their combined desires. The next minute Draco found Harry's mouth wrapped around him in what he could only describe as indescribable pleasure. But Harry was only teasing. He took the head of Draco's penis in his mouth, licking off the leaking moisture with his tongue as if it were a popsicle on a hot day, then he stopped, and continued to taste his balls. His hands were now concentrating on Draco's ass - his fingers now tickling his entrance - it was too many sensations ate foe for Draco - he was going to explode any second. Between his flicking fingers, and his flicking tongue, Draco was clutching at the bedspread now to stay grounded, else he explode with pleasure, and he didn't want that just yet - he was sure Harry didn't either. He tried to move, but Harry was totally in charge. Harry was also on the verge of exploding, but he wanted to see to the needs of his lover first.
Draco, one hand still clutching the bedspread, the other now in Harry's hair, moaned with each new ministration from Harry. Harry moved him so that Draco was now sitting up against the pillows, as Harry straddled him. He had moved away from the core of their desire, and made Draco roll onto his stomach, then sat him up. He kissed, bit, licked & sucked every morsel of Drey's back, marking him as his own. All the while his hands were back on Draco's nipples, or his cock, which judging by the throbbing, was very close to expelling Draco's essence everywhere. On one hand, Harry's fingers were now toying with his entrance, whist the other hand was swiftly, but deftly flicking between Draco's balls, and then coming up to tease his cock.
Harry quickly muttered a spell to lubricate, Draco had not heard that one before, but he was almost too far gone to even register. Harry first used, one, then two fingers just to be sure Drey was ready. Of course he was. Harry then swiftly turned Drey around, sitting him up in his lap, he thrust swiftly but gently into the one man he'd always dreamed of entering. Draco's moan was not one of pain, but pure relief - as Harry thrust harder he could sense Drey was ready to come too, Drey's arms were wrapped around Harry, and then Harry's free hand was gently stroking Draco He knew any harder, and he would come straight away.
Harry thrust long and hard "Faster Harry... Gods... Faster... YES NOW!", One, Two, Three long hard thrusts and Harry's seed burst deep within Draco, then after a couple of final thrusts that obviously pushed on Drey's prostate, Drey came all over Harry's hand. They screamed incoherent moans, but no doubt the words "Harry" and "Draco" were in the vocabulary somewhere. When not moaning in pure ecstasy, they were finding that breathing was nearly forgotten. When the urge to breathe finally came back, it was to look straight into each other's eyes. They never wanted this moment to end. All eternity. After all the years, the wondering, the dreams, the destined lovers finally found each other.
Draco was by no means finished there. Harry disconnected, and took a few deep pag brg breaths. Still looking deep into the eyes - the life had somehow returned to them. Draco kissed Harry's face, then moving slowly down his neck, tasting Harry and the new sweat; he came back to the nipple ring. He mercilessly teased it for a while; feeling his own harness return. His hands were all over Harry's body and he soon felt and saw Harry's erection return. He felt his own erection returning, not as hard or as needy as before, but stiffening just the same.
He didn't think he was up to penetrating Harry right now, but he wanted to feel Harry in him again - this time in his mouth. He began teasing Harry with his fingers, around his balls, stroking down over her perineum, tickling over his anus, all bringing Harry back to full arousal.
He then took Harry's shaft completely in his mouth - not gagging, but drawing deeply of the salty taste. The real taste of Harry. Harry was once again moaning and writhing - this time his hands were holding the bedspread, and his other hand in Draco's hair, guiding him onto him further, and further. For the second time that night, Harry came in Draco - this time Draco drank deeply and continued his suckling until Harry begged him to stop. Harry had been screaming Draco's name loud and long. Draco came back to kiss Harry long and hard on the mouth - they tasted each other, and of each other. They had become one. It had felt so right.
They fell asleep as they lay, Draco curled up on Harry's chest, Harry lying prone on his back, unable to move. A little later Draco awoke - picked up his wand, which he noticed was not too far away, and transferred them under the bedclothes, and spruced up the fire... a small cleanup spell made it more comfortable for them. Draco kissed Harry's scar. Harry smiled, half sleepy as he brought his lover in to lay on his chest.

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See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side.
I wait for you.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails he makes me wait
And I wait… without you

With or without you
With or without you.

Through the storm, we reach the shore
You gave it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you…

With or without you
With or without you.
I can't live with or without you.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

My hands are tied, my body bruised
He got me with nothing to win
And nothing else to lose.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you.

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you.

With or Without You - U2
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