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A Wayward Dragon In Little Whinging	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9030 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 2-Ch 2
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- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
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Chapter Eleven

My hands are moving before my brain can tell me just what a bad idea this is. It's a bad idea. Not just because it's a movie theatre bathroom. Not just because he's definitely fucked up and transferring his issues into thinking he likes me. No, mostly because I really want him to tell me to do things, and the worse the idea sounds, the more I want to do it for him.
I unbuckle my belt, letting it hang loose as I get the button to my jeans. When I unzip, he pulls back, watching me push them down my thighs.
“Underwear too.” He raises his gaze to mine and I'm pretty sure I'm going to cum just from his expression. “Come on, Harry. Take them off.”
Aw, hell. Just hell. This is a bad idea. So bad. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxerbriefs and pull them down. He's on his knees before I can feel the breeze of air on my flushed erection. He grabs me by the hips, holding me back against the stall wall of the bathroom while he looks me over.
I'm not the biggest but I'm thick, flush dark, keep things tidy. He's not complaining, his fingers digging into my hips, his breath running heat over my length, my balls, between my thighs. One of his hands slides slowly over my ass, squeezing my cheek, feeling my tight muscle and smooth flesh while I gasp and buck.
I should stop this. Already stole his first fucking kiss. Probably ruined it for him, being as angry as I was. Took his first handjob... Pretty sure he liked that though. He looks up at me, his eyes intense and burning fire, and I lose my breath. God. I try to swallow, but my throat's way too tight. He presses closer, his nose brushing against my heavy dick, breathing me in, sighing into my flesh. God, please.
He's the hottest, sexiest fucking guy I've ever wanted. The rudest, meanest, most annoying ass too. But his parents were Death Eaters and he had to be one too, so it was okay that he was a total prat because nothing was ever going to happen. Except, somehow, his lips are pressing to the tip of my cock and the world just doesn't make any fucking sense anymore.
I should stop him. He presses harder, his lips parting, tongue tentatively flicking out across my slit. Oh fuck. Staring at his face, I wrap my hands in his silky blond hair and pull him down. He opens to me with a groan, intense wet heat surrounding my cock. I can't stop, pushing in until I'm grinding his tonsils and he's trying not to gag. God. God, that's it. Draco Malfoy, on his knees, choking on my cock.
Fuck yeah. Both his hands grab my ass, squeezing me hard while I struggle to keep from crying out. I relax my grip on his hair and he pulls back, sucking air in just to quickly swallow me again, his tongue running all over my shaft as he slams me into him. “Fuck.”
I'm starting to get a little aware of the fact that although he says he's never kissed anyone, he's very good at not getting his teeth on me, isn't gagging no matter how deep he takes me—and it's deep. The boy has a fucking perfect, hot, nasty mouth. He's lying about something but I really can't care right at this moment.
He's wet, loud—Really eager. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are this fucking perfect swollen mess as he holds tight and drags down to my head, tonging my throbbing tip with a slow, sensual swirl. God. I hold onto his hair, fingers combing weakly, my head falling back against the stall heavily. I sound like a whimpering whore even though I'm trying to stay quiet, but god, he's so hot, so tight. I can't last. He's working hard to make me come and he's good. Too good. He's been lying to me and I'm going to figure out why.
A thick finger presses against my hole and my knees give out the same second I shout. He doesn't miss a beat. Suddenly my leg is over his shoulder and he's holding me against the wall one handed while he drives into my entrance. I lose it. I'm a fucking slut for something in my hole to begin with, and it's him, sucking me down, forcing a finger in and out with perfect, rough strokes.
“God, oh god... Malfoy, yes... harder... Oh fuck, yes...” I'm clawing at his neck, tears in my eyes, pretty sure I'm going to die if he doesn't let me come. He keeps building me up, bringing me to the edge, then letting me down again. He's going to make me mad, going to make me fucking insane.
He pushes another finger inside me and I see stars, my head slamming back against the wall as my body jerks fitfully. “Fuck! God, do it... Oh... Oh god... I'm gonna...” I should warn him, so close. So fucking close. He drives his fingers deeper inside, stretching me, filling me so good, so right. I come with a cry, clutching his head hard, trying to choke him deep with my cum while he grinds his finger into me.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
I force my eyes open, finding him with my dick still in his mouth, cum dripping down his wet lips while he tries to swallow around me. God. I press my palm across his bangs, letting my fingers drift down to caress the side of his cheek. He pulls his fingers out of me, my hole clenching at the loss and I moan weakly.
God. I'm not going to recover from this. What the fuck was I thinking? I have to share a fucking room with him.
He carefully extracts my thigh from his shoulder, his palm gripping my muscles and rubbing. God, everything he does is fucking me up. He grabs my ass again, like he doesn't want to let it go for too long. And fuck, he shouldn't. He should hold it all the time. Fuck me deep and hold it hard. God, I'm a fucking shaking mess.
While he gets to his feet, I try to get my trembling hands to pull my pants up. I can't. I'm that fucked up right now, I can't grip a fucking thing. So I lean against the wall doing my best to stop the world from spinning while my dick hangs out. He doesn't seem to mind, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close, running his hand down between my thighs while caressing my sac and teasing fingers into my crack. God, he has to stop, or I'm going to be begging him to fuck me.
“You lied to me,” I manage to rasp out, feeling damn near boneless in his embrace.
“I did?” He's smiling into my neck and I have a feeling it's smug. “I don't remember lying.”
“Said... you never kissed anyone.”
His smile grows and it's totally smug. “No. I said I didn't need to kiss a boy to know I was gay. Didn't mean I never kissed a boy.”
“Fucking prat.” I push at his gorgeous shoulders, but he doesn't budge. My arms are still too weak. “You intentionally led me to believe you were some fucking virginal, innocent—Why? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He stiffens, pushing me back against the wall, his body keeping me trapped as he glares at me. “Why? Because you're a surly, suspicious fucker, Potter. Bad enough I had to come to you for help on your own territory. But coming in, liking cock when you do too? Snape told me to keep my fucking hands to myself, that showing any interest in you would get me kicked out on my ass faster than anything else. But I honestly don't give a fuck what he thinks. I like you. A lot. I want to...” He trails off, growling at my expression.
Dread is worming in my gut and this time when I push him back, my arms work. Shit. Fucking shit. I pull my pants up while focusing on my magical senses, trying to take in the entire complex. Anything? Any fucking thing to suggest he set me up to be killed while he had his fingers up my ass minutes ago?
“Potter, you're overreacting. Again.”
“Fuck off.”
I slam out of the stall, washing my hands quickly, patting my hair down so I don't look like a complete fucking deviant. He grabs my arm before I can leave.
“Shit, just talk to me.”
“I'm going back. Stay for the movie if you want.” I hand him a crumpled wad of cash from my pocket and slip from his grip and disappear into the crowd.

I knew he was fucking with me. I just hadn't realized how much he could have been fucking with me. Fuck. Fucking hell!
No magical signatures. No one but him. But now I can't stop thinking about it. Yesterday in the Dursleys' car. I didn't even think to fucking look around, just so caught up in him. I could have been swarmed by every Death Eater out there in the mall parking lot and I wouldn't have realized what was happening because I was too busy thinking with my dick. Fuck!
Had Snape warned him off me? Or was that just another fucking cover? Maybe Snape was all 'go fucking get him,' and Malfoy's bullshiting even having an interest in me. I could see Snape setting me up to fall. Malfoy came in here talking about being raped by Voldemort, and fuck me, I immediately start thinking about his cock. Intentional? Has everything been some fucking ploy to get me into him? Is it some deal with Voldemort? Bring me Potter and I'll let your parents live?
I stop cold, my sneakers scraping on the sidewalk. He's a real-world noob. His parents are everything to him. Of course he'd sell me out if it would save his parents. He would get me killed just to keep Voldemort from killing him. That's what being a Death Eater is all about.
Shit, I'm so stupid. So fucking stupid.
I need to talk to Remus. Now. If anyone knows how to deal with this bullshit, it's him. He knows betrayal firsthand.
I look behind me. Malfoy's not there. I open my senses, seeking him out. He's out of range. He either stayed at the theatre, or he went to grab the trolley. I'm pretty sure he'll be okay. Especially if he's playing double agent for Voldemort to get me killed. Yeah, he'll be fucking fine.
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