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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 16
- 17
- 18
Part 17

I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside. I want to fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed, you get me closer to god - Nine Inch Nails

Naked, hard, and not thinking straight, Draco made the biggest mistake he could have made in this situation. As he licked and sucked at Harry's prick, thoughts of burying himself inside the lovely body splayed before him, he instinctively ran one finger down behind the other boy's balls and brushed it against his opening. The resulting blast of magic threw him cleanly across the room. The last thing he saw before his eyes rolled back in his head was Harry's wide, frightened eyes.
~!~
"Draco? Oh, Gods, Draco. I'm sorry, please wake up, I didn't mean to..." Harry pleaded as he gently shook Draco's shoulder. "I just, I wasn't expecting it, you - you've never, and... I didn't mean to. I'm sorry!"
Harry bit his bottom lip softly and then picked Draco up from the floor and carried him back to the sofa. After laying him down, he placed his hand gently on Draco's forehead and whispered, "Enervate."
Draco's eyes slowly blinked open and he looked up at Harry in confusion. "Harry?"
"I'm so sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to, are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" Harry's babbling would have likely continued but Draco held up a hand to stop him.
"What happened? Last thing I remember I was sucking you off and then... Oh." Draco nodded to himself in realization.
Harry looked down in dejection. "I really didn't mean to, I just wasn't expecting it. I guess I'm still not ready to be touched that way."
Draco sat up and lifted Harry's chin. He looked him in the eye and smiled softly. "It's alright, Harry. It was my fault; I should have thought of that. I promise, next time, I'll ask first."
"N-Next time?" Harry stuttered in apprehension.
"Not any time soon, Harry. I don't think my head could take another bump right now," Draco replied, trying to lighten the mood.
Harry's face took on a look of sorrow that made Draco felt like crap. "Hey, none of that now, I was trying to make you feel better, not worse. C'mere."
Draco pulled Harry into his arms and they curled up together - still naked - on the chesterfield. Many minutes passed in silence as they lay together but eventually Harry sighed and broke the mood. "I guess we might as well get dressed, it's a bit chilly down here and I've obviously spoiled the mood tonight. Then again, head trauma will do that to a person."
Draco chuckled and shook his head. He pressed a quick kiss to Harry's lips and sat up. "It is getting rather nippy; I think my bollocks have retreated to warmer climates." Harry laughed and made a point of looking. Draco gave him an indignant look and slipped on his boxers before searching out and putting on the rest of his clothes.
Once dressed, the two boys made their way back up to Myrtle's bathroom where Draco pulled Harry into his arms once more and kissed him. Their embrace was cut short by a loud wail followed by a splash as Myrtle, unhappy with seeing her Harry in the arms of another, fled to the safety of her toilet.
"We better get out of here before she floods the place," Harry whispered to Draco and then stepped away, pulling him out of the room by the hand.
"Come down to the dungeons with me. It's late and Zabini, Nott and Crabbe should be sleeping. We could play with them a bit."
Harry grinned, his earlier feelings of guilt all but vanishing with the prospect of revenge. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."
~!~
"Did you get the map?" Hermione asked as Ron came back down the stairs from the boy's dorm.
"Yeah, but he must've taken the cloak - it wasn't there," Ron answered. "Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, what if Filch catches us?"
Hermione huffed in agitation. "We need to know what's going on, besides, Professor Dumbledore practically gave us permission. He said that Harry needed us, and as his best friends we had a responsibility to him to find out what was wrong so that we could help him. We're doing this!"
Ron held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Sheesh." Opening the map he tapped it with his wand and muttered: "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
As the map appeared Hermione looked over Ron's shoulder; she didn't see Harry anywhere, then suddenly his name appeared in Myrtle's bathroom and right after Harry's name, Malfoy's appeared as well. "Hmm, well, at least we know what he's been doing."
Ron turned a bit green and grimaced. "Thanks ever so for that lovely image. I might have to stick my wand in my ear and perform a Scourgify on my brain now."
Hermione giggled and shook her head. "Honestly, Ron, grow up. Come on, they're leaving. If we hurry we can follow them."
Slipping quietly from the room, the two Gryffindors stealthily made their way toward the dungeons and Harry and Draco.
~!~
Slipping into the Slytherin dorms, both Harry and Draco were surprised to see Blaise's bed empty.
"He wasn't in any classes today," Draco whispered. "I just assumed he was hiding from you."
"Maybe he went back to his Master," Harry replied. "No big deal, I'll just play with Crabbe and Nott instead."
"Do you have any ideas on what you'll do to them, yet?"
"Nope. I thought I'd troll through their minds first, see what they're afraid of and use it to my advantage," Harry replied with an almost evil look on his face.
"How very Slytherin of you," Draco purred and put his arms around Harry. "I'm incredibly turned on right now."
Harry chuckled and kissed him lightly. "Torture really does do it for you. I was only kidding when I said that, you know."
"Mmm, but you do evil so well, it makes me hot watching you."
"Then let's get on with it," Harry said as he stepped out of the embrace. "Watch the door for me?"
"Of course," Draco answered as Harry made his way toward Crabbe's bed.
~!~
"Damn," Hermione whispered as the stone wall slid back into place behind Harry as he followed Draco into the Slytherin common room. "We missed them."
"Well, it's not like we could have gone inside after them, Herm," Ron answered. "So now what?"
"Now we wait," Hermione said.
"For what?"
"For Harry to come back out of course. We'll follow him and see what he's doing." Hermione leaned against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest. Ron just shrugged his shoulders in a 'whatever' gesture and settled in to wait.
~!~
When Vincent Crabbe was six years old, his mother's cousin had taken him to a Muggle Circus to see the wild cats perform. As a child, he had always been fascinated with tigers and leopards and cheetahs, pretty much any wild cat, even lions - much to his father's dismay.
It was at some point after the trapeze artist but before the lion tamer that he first saw them. Clowns. With their outlandishly painted faces and funny clothes, their huge feet and large red noses. He had been at once terrified and had begged his cousin to take him home. She had simply laughed at him and told him there was nothing to fear, that they were just silly Muggles in costume, but Vincent didn't care. He was afraid and he wanted his father. He wanted to go home.
The clowns, seeing the upset little boy, came closer and began to act funny, trying to make him laugh. They made him balloon animals, juggled balls, even squirted each other with their lapel flowers. Nothing worked.
Like most wizard children, when he was afraid, Vincent would cause things to happen without meaning to. He only wanted the clowns to go away. He hadn't meant to hurt them. He could still hear the awful screams they made as they writhed on the ground before him, their happily painted faces a mockery of the pain they were feeling.
His cousin had taken him home then, and his father had told him he'd done well, that they were only Muggles after all and if they had scared him they deserved to suffer. He never did get to see the wild cats.
To this day, he was still terrified of clowns.
Something that Harry had just discovered to his great pleasure. Oh yes, he would have fun with this.
~!~
"Severus," the low voice called out to him, "I am disappointed."
Crawling forward on hands and knees, Snape made his way to the dais and kissed the hem of his Lord's robe with reverence. "My Lord, I don't know what it is that I have done to displease you, but if you'd only tell me I promise to make up for my error."
Long cool fingers carded through his hair, nails raking his scalp just bordering on painful and then a sharp tug as the hand in his hair closed into a fist and pulled. Snape kept his eyes closed as his face was lifted, he did not dare to look upon his Mr wir without permission.
"You are weak, Severus. You cower like a child, afraid to face that which you have created."
Trembling, Snape shook his head. "No, my Lord. I did not, I would not..."
"But you did, Severus. Open your eyes, look upon your creation."
Snape wanted to run, he didn't want to look but he knew he had no choice. Slowly he opened his eyes.
Blood-filled green eyes bore into his own and he felt the urge to scream as panic began to claw it's way up his throat. "No. No, no, no, nonononononononono!"
Snape's cries of fear and denial were drowned out as the man before him opened his mouth and began to laugh. It was that same high pitched hysterical laugh he always produced while under the effects of the Cruciatus.
Closing his eyes and clamping his hands over his ears, Severus began to scream.
And then bolted upright in his bed, covered in a sheen of cold sweat. "Fucking hell."
~!~
Nott was buried beneath his blankets; it was always cold in the dungeons and Nott was an especially skinny boy, so he felt it worse than most. Draco had to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his amusement at Harry's impatience at uncovering the boy. In the end, Harry simply tore the blankets back and Nott blinked his eyes open in sleepy confusion.
"Wha..." Nott fell silent as he realized who was standing over him.
"Hello, Theodore. Did you miss me?" Harry asked as he smirked at the fearful boy on the bed before him.
Nott shook his head and Harry pouted. "Really? Not even a teensy little bit?"
At Nott's more vigorous shake, Harry sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, doesn't really matter. I mean, it would have nice, but it won't affect my plans any. Do you have anything you'd like to say before I begin?"
"Wh-why?" Nott stuttered.
"I told you before that it wasn't over, that I would make you suffer in ways you couldn't imagine. I've come to pay you back, Theodore. Are you ready to feel pain?" Harry asked.
Before the terrified boy could open his mouth to reply, he was bound to his bed-posts, gagged, and naked. "Are you afraid? Is your heart racing? You're stomach clenching? Do you feel light headed with anxiety? Is your mind providing you with worst case scenarios?" Harry asked conversationally. "Tell me, what is your worst fear right now, what do you think I'm going to do to you?"
Harry delved into Nott's mind, watching as scenario after scenario played out in front of him. Everything from a bastardized recreation of Harry's own attack, to being flayed alive and left to die slowly and painfully. It gave Harry ideas.
"I'm not going to rape you, Theodore; I wouldn't dirty my cock with the likes of you. But the cutting has merit, I think I might enjoy that." Harry snapped his fingers and in his hand appeared an elegant silver blade. He studied it closely for a moment and then placed the tip gently in the hollow of the bound boy's throat. "I could kill you right now, very easily. In fact, I think that I might."
Harry used his new skill to make Nott think that he had pushed the dagger into his throat. The terrified boy's eyes widened in pain as a muffled scream tore from his gagged mouth. "Oh, did that hurt? Well, lets try something else then."
Harry continued to play his little game with Theodore, making him think some injuries while actually inflicting others. He had carved a mocking Dark Mark into the boy's left arm and the words "To Voldie, all my hatred, Harry" above it.
Harry would have continued but it was getting late. Sighing in regret, he put Nott to sleep with a spell, making sure to put the same restrictions on him that he had on Zabini and Crabbe. He would not be able to tell anyone what had happened to him.
Leaving the boy naked and uncovered, Harry did away with the binds and the gag before walking over to his lover and wrapping him in his arms. He chuckled softly when Draco ground his erection onto his hip. "You're a sick bastard, Malfoy."
"Yeah, but apparently I'm your sick bastard. So what does that make you?" He asked.
"Very lucky?" Harry questioned.
"Damn straight!" Draco replied.
Harry snickered. "No, actually, quite the opposite." Both boys chuckled as they left the room.
~!~
"Shh!" Hermione hushed her boyfriend as the stone wall began to move. Two boys came to a halt in the doorway. Listening intently, she had to strain to hear what was being said.
"I'm sorry about before, Draco," Harry said softly as he leaned in to kiss the blonde. "I didn't mean to blow up at you like that."
"I know, Harry. It's okay," Draco responded, trying to make Harry feel better.
"No, it's not okay!" Harry whispered harshly. "They took that away from me, Draco. Thanks to them, I can't even have a normal sexual relationship anymore. I hate it, and I hate them for what they did to me!"
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and held him. "I know, Harry. I hate it too, but they are paying for what they've done. They will continue to pay, and I promise, I'll wait until you're ready before I touch you like that again."
Harry nodded and Draco lifted his chin to kiss him deeply before drawing away. "You'd better go. Snape tends to wander the halls at night and I don't want you in trouble." Harry nodded again, pulled his cloak around him and vanished. Hermione waited until Draco had gone back inside and the stone door had closed before stepping out of the shadows, Ron right behind her.
"Oh, god, Ron. I was right. For once in my life I wish I'd been wrong." Hermione turned and buried her head in Ron's chest. Ron, for his part, just held her close. All the while, however, he was forming a plan. A plan to find out who and why, and then how and when to make them pay.
~!~
At the end of the hallway, Harry stopped and turned back. His eyes narrowed in anger as he spotted his two best friends. Supposed best friends anyway. They had been following him; he could see the Marauder's Map in Ron's hand. He did not like having his privacy invaded. They would have to be taught a lesson.
~!~
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