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Harry Potter, Porn Star	By : ReverieWilde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21811 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Already panting with desire, Draco straddled Harry on the bed. He leaned down and gently rubbed his moistened lips over Harry’s, running his tongue over the seam between Harry’s lips. Harry parted his lips and allowed Draco to probe his mouth fully.

Draco had spent the past twenty minutes, slowly undressing Harry and exploring his body with his mouth and fingers. His hands caressed Harry’s smooth skin lightly, giving Harry goosebumps and hardened nipples, among other things. Draco loved feeling the firm muscles of Harry’s hairless chest and shoulders. Over the past months, Harry had made good use of the weight bench he purchased and his muscles were well defined. He was admired by many at the studio, and of course, mostly by Draco.

In contrast, Draco’s lithe body had an almost feminine quality, save for the massive erection he was sporting. His pale frame belied the strength of his slender musculature. And people often mistook him for a soft touch. Until he decided to reveal his true nature. He and Harry were opposites in many ways, not just physically, but in personality and habit. Like two pieces of a puzzle that went together perfectly, they complimented one another. Push and pull, hot and cold, light and dark. Yin and Yang. And one no longer made sense without the other.

Draco reached out for the bottle of lube and poured it into his hands. He rubbed them together to warm it slightly, then coated Harry’s steel hard cock with it. He repositioned himself higher on Harry’s torso, poured a bit more onto his fingers and smeared it over and in his own opening. Being a bit compulsive about sanitation as he was, he performed a quick, wandless cleansing spell on his hands before touching Harry again.

Reaching behind himself, Draco grabbed onto Harry’s cock and held it in place as he gradually impaled himself on it. Both boys groaned as he did. Draco paused to kiss Harry before sliding back up and almost completely off, then gliding back down. He snuggled his feet under Harry’s thighs and rested his hands on Harry’s chest to steady himself.

“Draco,” Harry whispered. “You feel incredible.”

Draco moaned in response. He picked up his pace, raising and lowering himself on limber legs, his bollocks slapping against Harry with each slam home. Harry’s hand groped for Draco’s cock and tugged.

“Aaah. Yes,” Draco breathed.

Not one to be passive, Harry suddenly took hold of Draco’s hips. “I want to be on top.” He tried to sit up without breaking contact but was forced to remove Draco temporarily. Harry pushed him onto his back at the foot of the bed, Draco’s head practically off the edge. He plunged back inside, lifting Draco’s hips closer and grabbing once more onto his throbbing erection. Draco let his head drop off the bed and whimpered.

“Harry. So good. Harder. Need to cum.” He was barely coherent.

Harry complied, taking hold of Draco’s ankles and pulling them up and out. As he thrust forward forcefully, Draco stroked himself hurriedly.

“Oh, Harry. There. Again,” Draco mewled.

A few more pushes from Harry and Draco lifted his head to watch himself cum.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Mmm. Uuhh.” Draco sighed heavily when it was over.

Harry was far from over, though. He continued to push into Draco’s arse, releasing his ankles and instead lying on top of Draco. It was the skin to skin contact Harry craved, his chest against Draco’s chest. He sucked on Draco’s neck as he rolled his hips, mimicking the ebb and flow of the ocean.

“Gonna cum,” he finally mumbled, and gave one last thrust. His fingers dug into Draco’s shoulders as he climaxed with a shudder. He rode out the wave of pleasure with breathy grunts that ended with kiss on Draco’s throat.

“That was . . . “ Harry sighed.

“Yeah. It was,” Draco agreed.

Harry gave Draco a lingering kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, Potter.”

“What was that?” Harry asked, picking up his head.

“What?” Draco looked in the direction Harry was looking, but from an upside down point of view.

“It was like a light went out.”

“Oh, probably the ipod turning off. I guess the music just ended,” Draco suggested.

Harry smirked. “The only music I heard was your moaning.”

“Completely your fault.”

“We’d better get cleaned up,” Harry recommended. Draco began to reach for his wand. “No. The old fashioned way--in the shower.”

“Hmmm. Sounds wonderful.”

They washed one another in the steamy shower, pausing every so often to snog. Harry shampooed Draco’s hair lovingly, then his own. Draco, though, seemed more intent on making sure their dicks were thoroughly clean. Though exhausted and barely recovered from their earlier romp, Draco was able to coax another hard on out of Harry, which he promptly took care of with his talented lips and tongue. It was, after all, Harry’s birthday celebration. He deserved a little extra attention. Draco, himself was completely knackered after that and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and snuggle with Harry for the next two days. Or forever.

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Tuesday morning found Harry with a spring in his step, despite the lousy weather and the fact that he was at the studio. He had had the most wonderful weekend with Draco and nothing was going to spoil it. Not even the boys waiting in Room 4 for him. As he walked past the bank of monitors, Harry glanced up. He did a double take and stopped in his tracks, his mouth dropping open slowly.

At first, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at. He blinked, then stared. It was poorly filmed, a bit dark, but it was himself he was seeing, with a blonde. The blonde’s head dropped back. Even upside down, anyone could tell it was Draco. Harry supposed he knew it even before seeing Draco’s face. He just couldn’t admit it.

Harry suddenly felt nauseous. He was watching a film of him and Draco, from Saturday night, in Draco’s flat. It was exactly what Robert was looking for--real, raw, emotional sex.

Slowly, Harry turned around and left the studio, shoulders slumped, unaware of his surroundings. As he opened the door and stepped outside, he didn’t flinch when the rain pelted him. He made no move to cover his head or pull his collar closer around him. When he reached the alleyway, he disapparated.

He arrived at Draco’s flat in the blink of an eye, to find Draco smoothing out the duvet on his bed.

“Harry? What are you doing?” Draco was surprised to see a dripping wet Harry standing in his living room area, knowing he had left for work less than half an hour prior. “Why are you all wet?”

“Why did you do it?” Harry asked. “You knew how I felt. Why did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Did he give you a lot of money? Was it really all for money?”

“Harry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Glancing around the flat, Harry spotted what he thought he was looking for. He walked to where the ipod was still sitting in the speaker system and picked up the odd looking black tube on a small pedestal next to it. Harry yanked it from the plug and held it up for Draco to see.

“Oh, God,” Draco muttered.

“Yeah,” Harry said through gritted teeth. “You think because I’m not techno-savvy, I wouldn’t figure it out. This is what I saw that night, isn’t it?”

“Harry, I---” Draco didn’t have time to finish his sentence before ducking. Harry hurled the piece of equipment at Draco, bending it in half.

“I hope your stupid bakery was worth it.”

“Harry, please, I didn’t ---”

“Don’t.” Harry put his hand up. “I saw the film.”

Draco paled, more so than usual.

“It was so much worse than if we had been acting in the studio. How could you?” Harry disapparated before Draco had time to react. He immediately went to Harry’s flat. It was empty. He went back to his own place to retrieve the camera.

Without care, Draco apparated into the studio. He Obliviated Carol when she gasped at his sudden appearance. He marched to the monitors and blasted the one playing their film with a Confringo, shattering it. Several people came out from behind closed doors to see what happened. By then Draco had stalked off to Robert’s office, but Robert hadn’t arrived to work yet.

He went to Carol’s desk and inquired about Terence.

“Oh, Dragon, I didn’t even see you come in,” Carol smiled, oblivious to what Draco had done to her, appropriately.

“Just tell me where Terence is,” he said impatiently.

“He’s in the editing room, down the other hall,” she pointed.

“Terence.” Draco closed the door behind him, using every ounce of strength to keep his temper in check. He held out the small, now mangled camera. “Is this yours?”

Terence glanced over. “What happened to it?”

“Is it yours?” Draco asked again, more insistently.

“Well, not mine personally, but it’s from the studio. How did you get it?”

Ignoring Terence’s question, he had more of his own. “What is it, exactly?”

“A remote camera. Sometimes we use them on location. You know, in public. They’re easy to hide. And Robert can control it from here. Like a web cam,” Terence told him. “It’s cutting edge technology.”

Draco was confident that Terence wasn’t the one who planted it. Unless he was supremely daft, he wouldn’t have given Draco the information so willingly. That left only one possibility. Draco left the editing room without another word and set off to find Jake.

Jake saw Draco coming, but didn’t have the sense to run. Draco drew back his arm and thumped Jake square in the face, breaking his nose.

“Aaahhhh! Fuck!” Jake sank to the floor covering his bleeding nose.

“What are you doing? You can’t ‘it ‘im the face,” the other boy yelled at Draco. “It’ll ruin his career.” He visibly shrank back when Draco trained his glare on him.

“I don’t give a shit. Leave us.”

The boy ran out and Draco locked the door behind him.

“You broke my fucking nose! You psycho bastard.” Jake managed to get up and naively poised his hands for a fist fight.

Withdrawing his wand, Draco performed a body bind on Jake. He knelt down next to the terrified man.

“H-h-how did you do that? What did you do to me?”

“I can do worse, believe me. Did Robert put you up to it? Don’t even think about pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes,” Jake answered shakily. “He found out I was going to your apartment. He said all I had to do was put the camera somewhere and he’d pay me. That’s all. What’s the big deal?”

Draco clenched his fists. Jake couldn’t possibly understand. But Robert was another story. And Draco needed to concentrate his efforts on him.

He sneered at Jake. “Bloody American idiot.” He held up his wand and cast a stunning spell to knock Jake out. Although he wanted very much to ruin his career, Draco reluctantly whispered, “Episkey.” He supposed that Harry’s sensibilities were rubbing off on him. Jake’s nose crunched back into place. Finally, he cast a memory charm, and left Jake unconscious on the floor.

Returning to Robert’s office, Draco found him sitting at his desk. Without looking up, Robert addressed him.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to come see me.”

Draco closed and locked the door to the office.

“I want every copy destroyed.”

“No can do. It’s pure gold.” Robert looked up. “I couldn’t wait for you to talk Harry into it. Like I said before, fans are fickle. It was now or never.”

“What you did wasn’t even legal.”

Robert laughed. “And are you gonna call the cops?” Robert acted out a mock conversation with the police, imagining how it would go. “Officer, someone taped me having sex and sold it. Oh, what do I do for a living? Have sex on film. Yeah, that would go over well.”

Feeling as though he had nothing to lose, Draco took his wand out of his pocket. He’d already cast several spells, what was a few more?

“What are you going to do, hit me with your stick?” Robert chuckled. “Look, I’ve already deposited money into your account. More than I said I would, even.”

“I want the copies, now,” Draco insisted again as he leveled the wand at Robert. “All of them.”

Robert sighed. “Give it up, Dragon.”

“Imperio,” Draco responded. “Now, give me all the copies of the recording you made.”

Glassy eyed, Robert told him, “It’s still on my computer. I only made one copy.”

“Delete it. Completely,” Draco ordered. “So it can’t be retrieved.”

Robert complied, moving his hands over the keyboard and mouse. Draco had no choice but to believe that Robert was truly erasing the evidence as he was relatively new to computers himself.

“Done,” Robert told him.

“I want the copy.”

Without hesitation, Robert got up and opened a cabinet containing several DVD players. He ejected the contents of one, the disc Draco wanted, pulled it from its place and handed it over.

“You’ve really hurt Harry, you son of a bitch.” Draco removed the Imperius curse. Robert shook his head, as if to clear it. He was a bit confused and fuzzy. He could have sworn he’d just deleted his prized video.

“If he doesn’t come back to me, I’ll kill you.”

Robert stared at Draco training his wand at him. Letting his temper get the best of him, Draco cast a Cruciatis. Robert slipped out of his chair onto the floor, writhing in pain. Draco’s face contorted in anger. Revenge was getting him nowhere, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to punish Robert. Ending the curse before it could do real or permanent damage, Draco knelt down beside the man, who seemed a shadow of himself just then.

“I meant what I said. I will kill you. If you’ve deceived me, if any part of that video shows up, I will kill you.”

It was a wasted threat. Robert wouldn’t remember it when Draco left. He wouldn’t even remember that there was a video of him and Harry together. But it felt good to say, and good to see the look of fear on Robert’s face. He was, after all, Lucius’ son.

Shaking that thought from his head, Draco stood and for the third time that day, cast a memory charm. He helped Robert back into his chair and suggested to Robert that he’d passed out.

“Better take care there,” Draco warned, feigning concern.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Robert said. “Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

Draco left the studio to look for Harry again, going to Harry’s flat first, then back to his own. There were no signs that Harry had been to either place. The next logical place to look was the home of Ron and Hermione. He thought better of that, and instead sent a message by owl.

Every day, Draco went to Harry’s flat to see if he was there, or had been there. After a week, and several unanswered messages, Draco decided to try the one place he had been avoiding--the Burrow Two. He didn’t know what, if anything, Harry had told them. But he wasn’t getting any response from Ron and Hermione, or Harry. Draco hoped Molly, who seemed the most forgiving of him, would be able to shed some light on Harry’s whereabouts.

Draco stood at the front door of the Weasley home for a solid ten minutes before finally finding the courage to knock. Molly answered, not appearing particularly surprised to see Draco.

“Come in, dear,” she smiled.

He ducked his head under the doorjamb and followed her to the kitchen.

“Have you seen Harry?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

“He’s been staying here.”

Draco’s gaze immediately traveled to the stairway leading upstairs.

“He’s not here right now, though,” Molly told him. “He’s off with George, Ron and Hermione.”

“Do you know if he’s gotten my messages?”

She gave a sympathetic shrug. “Would you like some tea?”

“Thank you, no,” Draco sighed. He sat down at the table and cradled his head in his hands. “Molly, I didn’t do what Harry thinks I did.” He looked up at her. “Did he . . . tell you?”

Molly shook her head. “No, I don’t know what’s going on. But I’m sure he’ll come around. He looks just as miserable as you.”

“He thinks I betrayed him. And the worst part . . .” Draco laughed humorlessly, “I have no way to prove my innocence.”

Molly gave a questioning look but didn’t ask.

He explained anyway. “I Obliviated the people who actually did it. They don’t even remember it happening. I’ve totally screwed myself.”

“Obliviating muggles. You must have been desperate,” Molly commented.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Draco shook his head. “I used . . . unforgivables as well.” Draco hung his head in shame.

“Oh, Merlin! You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“I felt like I could have, but no,” Draco assured her.

“Did they deserve it?”

“I guess that depends on wether or not Harry comes back to me. Either way, they don’t have to live with it, only I do.” He stood and thanked her for listening. “I’d better be going. I have class tonight. At least I know he’s all right.”

Molly put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “I’ll tell Harry you were here, dear.”
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