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Chasing the Dragon	By : CalyB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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A/N: Well here it is� took me long enough. Again I am terribly sorry for the delay, I blame� someone else. I haven�t even started nex next chapter so I have no idea when that will be up. RL is seriously kicking my ass right now, but I am trying� please don�t give up on me. And be sure to check out my live journal for updates and randomness.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, have never been mine and sadly will never be mine. So please. Try not to sue me.
Thank you to my lovely new beta Jess. A special thank you to Barb for picking out all my incorrect word usage. And as Always thanks to Lucy whom I lurve.
Thank you to my reviewers� you guys are truly awesome.
Now on with the show.

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Biting her bottom lip, she nods - looking down shyly. I take a step closer, placing a finger under her chin - bringing her gaze back up to mine. Once I have her full attention, I lean in close, our lips almost touching - I barely manage to whisper "Such a lovely name" before closing the distance between us.
This is weird. I haven't kissed anyone but Potter for almost the past two weeks, so this is a little strange. She is nowhere near as good at it as he is either, but then again not many people are. She's not bad, per say, but she does have a thing or two to learn. Like saliva control for one. Doesn't matter, this is not about pleasure, this is about me showing that idiot Gryffindor that he does not own me and I can do whatever or whoever I want whenever I want. Her hands sneak around my waist, bringing me closer, deepening the kiss. She tastes vaguely of pumpkin juice - which reminds me that I'm pretty hungry, since someone caused me to miss breakfast this morning. She br the the kiss first, trying desperately to catch her breath, obviously not having mastered the art of breathing trough her nose. Taking a moment to glance around the room, I notice an old dusty chair in the corner. Removing myself from her grasp I make my way over to it.
Once I've made myself comfortable, I motion for her to follow. She walks over to me in a way I'm sure she believes is sexy (but actually looks quiet comical�I decide against telling her so). The chair is fairly big so she settles in my lap easily - legs on either side of my own. Leaning in close she captures my mouth in another slow kiss, while I tentatively run my hands up her thighs, and under her robes - where I note with some interest she isn't wearing anything underneath. Thank you David, that just made my job a whole lot easier.
I feel her hands begin to unfasten my trousers and I close my eyes, leaning my head back. She finally manages to sneak a hand into them and I feel her start to place kisses along my neck before stopping all of her actions abruptly. She's found it.
"What's this?" I have no idea what you�re talking about.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Now, go back to that thing you were doing with your hand.

"Wait... does this say Property of Harry Potter?" No� it doesn�t.

I can hear the humor in her tone and I want to slap her. Hare are she make fun of me! She�s a nobody, an average face in a sea of... lots of other� average� faces.
Unfortunately before I'm able to reply, I feel my current conquest being pulled rather harshly off my lap. My head immediately pops up, eyes flying open, only to lock with very angry emerald ones.
"So the bitch can read." I was surprised by that myself.

The sight before me is one I thought I'd never live to see. Harry Potter standing tall, and magnificent. Not to mention angry, very, very angry, with the girl at his feet, no doubt stuck there by the fist full of her hair Potter has in his hand.
I get up from the chair slowly, quickly doing up my trousers before placing my hands of in front of me in an 'I surrender' type gesture.
"Harry, let the girl go." I mean honestly, he has to be ripping out some of her hair. She�ll get a bald spot� which, is highly unattractive.

"Why should I?" Because you�re a nice, honest, noble Gryffindor� ok maybe not.

"Because although it may sound like fun right now, scalping is a very messy practice." Please don�t ask me how I know.

He loosens his grip slightly, but to my surprise he does not let her go. Instead he pulls her head back, leaning down to hiss in her face.
"If er ser see you even so much as breathe in his direction again I'll kill you... don't think that I won't." That was totally out of line!

"HARRY." He�s lost his mind, yep that�s it, he�s gone insane.

"WHAT?" Completely and utterly deranged.

"For gods sake the poor girl has to breathe. What the hell is wrong with you? You could be expelled for this. " Yeah, right Malfoy. And Voldemort is going to appear any minute now dressed in a tutu claiming to be your fairy godmother.
"Not in your direction she doesn�t, what can I say... I'm a jealous person, and they'd never expel me. Besides, she's not going to tell anyone about this..." he tightens his grip once again, bringing her head back even further "... are you?" She is going to have such a headache in the morning.

"No." How pathetic she sounds, how insane he looks... how turned on am I?

Suddenly he releases his hold on the girl, sending her crashing to the floor.
"Good... now go. And remember what I told you." I don't think I have ever seen someone run from somewhere so fast, in my life.

As soon as she's out of sight his gaze turns to me. Oh how I wish it hadn�t. I'm starting to think this was a really, really bad idea. He is not happy. Feeling the first sensations of fear rise in my stomach, I begin a little mantra: I am not afraid of Harry Potter, I'm not afraid of Harry Potter, I'm not afraid of Harry Potter... that is not Harry Potter. I have no idea who it is; it's definitely no side of Potter I have ever seen. I must admiam pam petrified... and strangely excited.
Suddenly, as if driven by an unknown force, he lunges at me - slamming me against the wall with such fervor, I am positive I will have to make a trip to the infirmary later. Without so much as a second to register what's happening his mouth is on mine, kissing me with more passion, more hatred, more... something than I have ever felt in my entire life. I'm not sure if I should be turned on or terrified... although my body seems to be choosing the former. My trousers are becoming impossibly tight and I'll die if I do not get out of them soon. I move my arms with the intention of sliding them around his neck, when he breaks contact, grabbing them forcefully - pinning them above my head. Then, as if he hasn't been distracted at all, he goes straight for my neck - kissing, licking, and biting so hard I have no doubt I will look like I was attacked by entire colony of vampires tomorrow. I moan loudly and begin to grind my now very painful erection into his. He growls warningly but nevertheless starts to mimic my movements, while continuing his assault on my neck. Releasing his hold on me, and with quickness I've never seen, he drops to his knees.
He pushes my robes aside and immediately begins tearing at my trousers. Trying to hurry things along a bit, I reach a hand down to help, only to have it harshly slapped away. I decide to stop trying to help. Finally getting them open, he rips them down, along with my boxers. Once my cock is blessedly free from its trappings, he looks up at me; it's the first time I've had the chance to look him in the eye since he attacked me. The sight I find sends an instant shudder through me and I have to call upon all the will power I have to not come right then. His hair is even more wild-looking than usual, robes askew, and his eyes completely black, brilliant green lost in arousal. He grins wickedly then practically dives for my cock - taking it right to the hilt. He begins bobbing his head frantically, with such ferocity, such hunger it's almost pal. Il. I reach a hand out, grabbing the back of his head, forcing him to take me in faster, deeper, harder - while the other scrambles helplessly against the wall, trying desperately to find something to hold on to. Unfortunately it doesn't take long and almost as soon as it's started I'm coming helplessly, while the awaiting Gryffindor swallows every last drop.
Grabbing me by the front of my robes, he pulls me into a surprisingly wet and sloppy kiss. He begins walking backwards - leading us to one of the many dusty old tables in the room, never breaking his hold on me. I stumble slightly due to the constrictions around my feet, but thankfully do not fall. Only once the back of my legs hit something hard do I realize that he has switched our positions en route. I have no time to contemplate how this occurred as he suddenly breaks the kiss, pushing me forcefully onto the hard surface of the table. He takes off my shoes and socks off one by one, throwing them carelessly across the room... I'll have to teach him how to properly handle other people's belongings later. Grabbing the hem of my pants he rips them completely off, tossing them to the side before crawling cat-like on top of me.
Straddling me, I feel the harsh fabric of his trousers rub against my naked flesh, and it drives me insane. He leans down and captures my mouth in another heated kiss and begins to rock his hips back and forth causing some delicious friction. He grinds down particularly hard, forcing me to break the kiss, throwing my head back with a pleasure filled gasp.
Taking the opportunity my newly exposed neck has given him, he descends upon it - biting... tasting... savoring every inch of exposed flesh he can get. I feel his hands lifting up my shirt but, due to our position, he can't quite get it off. He moves back slightly, allowing me enough room to sit up.
Once I'm in a more favorable position he hurriedly pushes my robes off my shoulders before going for the hem of my shirt. Raising my arms slightly, I allow him to pull it off. As soon as it�s over my head his lips are back on mine, kissing me with the same intensity as before. His hands go around my waist, pulling me closer, before trailing their way up my back and coming to rest at the of of my neck. I feel his fingers twist around the collar that rests there but before I am able to stop him, he jerks back on it forcefully... exposing my neck to him once again... I think he has some kind of obsession with it really. He places a gentle kiss to my collarbone before releasing his hold on me completely. Crawling backwards he begins to kiss and bite his way down my body, stopping every now and then to tease the more sensitive parts before coming to rest between my legs.
He nuzzles my navel affectionately before going lower to nibble on my inner thigh. I hear him muttering something against my skin but before I'm able to ask him to repeat himself, I feel a cool lubricated finger enter me and I realize exactly what it was he said... sneaky bastard. I have no time to adjust before he inserts a second finger. I groan involuntarily at the action but it doesn't seem to deter him one bit. It is quite obvious that he is unconcerned with my discomfort at this point. I barely have time to register the third finger before they leave me completely. My head snaps up just in time to see everyone's favorite Gryffindor tearing his clothes off, like they're on fire. After having a small fight with his trousers, which he ends by quickly ripping them apart - he lunges at me, knocking me back down against the table. I feel his lips press roughly against mine and I submit without hesitation. Ending the kiss he grabs hold of my ankles - roughly dragging me to the edge of the table before pulling me into a standing position. I however, do not even get the chance to wonder what the hell he's doing before he turns me around, grabbing the back of my neck, and presses me chest down onto the table.

He grabs hold of my hips forcefully, and although I know damn well what all of this has been leading up to, if he thinks I'm just going to lie down and take it, he's got another thing coming.
I only just manage to lift my head and grind out "What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter? Malfoys never bottom."
I hear a low growl from me. "They do now."
Oh Merlin, that's hot - and I brace myself for the initial pain that I'm sure is going to come from this new side to Harry Potter. I am surprised however, as he eases in slowly and carefully; I guess his Gryffindor-ness prevents him from being out right brutal, for which I am thankful.
Once he's fully sheathed inside, he waits patiently for me to tell him I'm ready. I push back slightly letting him know that I am. He pulls back slowly only to push forward again just as slow. He gradually sets up a steady rhythm... a too slow for my taste kind of rhythm. I push myself up off the table and, using it as leverage, I begin to push frantically back against him, forcing him in deeper, harder, faster. He only allows me to do so for about half a second before grabbing my hip with one hand, stilling all movement. I whimper helplessly and still he refuses to move. Slowly I feel my anger rising, and have no problem letting him know. I turn my head to glare at him, only to find him smirking. I hate it when he does that.
"Damn you Potter... move already."
"No, I'm good, thanks."
I turn away from him, feeling angry tears welling in my eyes. Who does he think he is, torturing me like this? I'm a Malfoy... I should be doing the torturing. I know what he wants... but I flat out refuse to give it to him. He rotates his hips slightly and I hear my self emit the most pathetic moan/whimper... oh what the hell.
"For fucks sake Harry... please."
That seems to have done the trick for at that exact moment he pulls away and slams back in. I can't help it... I scream, which only seems to encourage him more as he begins to set an increasingly fast and hard pace. Unconscious of what I'm doing I begin to beg and moan like I never have before.
He is good at this... too good. Who would have thought that of all the people in this god forsaken school Harry Potter could have me begging and moaning like some fifth year groupie.
"Yesss... oh fuck... harder... uhh huh, like that... oh gods... faster... yeah, right there... don't stop... please, please don't stop."
I feel him lean over me, his weight pressing me impossibly further into the hard table top, and I can only assume it's due to exhaustion. Suddenly his hand is back on my neck but instead of pushing me down again, he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back into a rather uncomfortable angle� not that I care all that much at this point. I feel his lips against my neck ...again... and barely have time to register they've left it when I hear him whisper amusingly in my ear.
"Is this what you wanted, then?"
I scarcely manage to moan my reply. "Ahhh... Yessss"
"You're mine Draco Malfoy... don't ever forget that."
If I was in the right frame of mind to care, I may have argued with that statement but as it is... I couldn�t give a damn. He releases his hold on me, forcing my poor abused head back into its previous position. I feel his weight lifting off me as one of his hands creeps down to grasp firmly around my cock. He barely gets one good stroke in before I come all over his hand... and the table. My arms give out from under me as I collapse breathlessly. Beginning to grunt harshly he quickens his pace even more, although I'm not really sure how. He must have used some kind of enhancing spell on himself... no one should be able to go this fast, not for this long - I don't care who they are. Feeling my skin becoming raw from the friction, I force my arms into action once again, hoisting myself up and turning slightly to face him.
"Give me... ahhh... your hand."
"Uhh, why?"
"Oh god� just... do it."
He offers it to me wordlessly and grasping it firmly, I run my tongue along his wrist... up the palm of his hand... between his middle and ring finger, then taking his ring finger in my mouth I begin to suck on it gently. He moans quietly and I nibble on it a little before making my decent back down to his wrist, finding the pulse point and biting. I feel him tense as he slows down his movements trying to prevent the inevitable, I clench tightly around him and he can't hold back anymore. With a cry he slams into me one more time - his body jerking shakily, riding out his orgasm.
He collapses on top of me, the weight of which causes me to do the same. We stay like this for a while, trying to catch our breath. He moves slightly and unexpectedly I feel him place a gentle kiss on my shoulder... I can't help but shiver. How can something be so small, so meaningless but at the same time feel so intimate? I shiver again at the mere thought.
"Are you cold?"
"No."
"Oh"
"Harry."
"Yes, Draco?"
"You can get off me now."
He eases off me slowly, pulling out carefully - trying to cause me as little discomfort as possible. It�s amazing really, to think that the person I encountered only a moment ago, is the same person being so gentle with me now. I guess everyone has his or her moments.
Once he�s successfully detangled his body from mine, I feel an unexpected twinge of� something, I�d rather not think about it too much actually. I can barley move - that was the most exhausting sexual experience of my life. Using what little strength I have left, I drag myself onto the table. Lifting my head slightly, I notice Harry beginning to pick up what�s left of his cloths and looking rather confused about it.
�What�s wrong Potter?� As if I care.

�I can�t find my trousers.� Did you try� looking?

�Do you happen to see a pile of shredded gray fabric?� He should really learn some impulse control. Otherwise neither of us are going to have any clothing left come graduation.

�Yes.� Well there ya go.

�Congratulations� you�ve found them.� Or� what�s left of them.

�These cannot possible be mine. Who did this?� The little orange trouser shredding fairy� didn�t you see him?

�You did.�
�I did not.� Did to.

�Yes, you did. Right after you decided to throw my clothing around as if it where not very expensive - which, by the way, it is.� Yes, very expensive.

�Well that�s just great. How am I supposed to get back to my room with no pants?� Oh, I don�t know� Walk?

�You ask me that like I should care. Besides, you didn�t see me whining when you tore my cloths apart last time and I had to go back to my room in just my robes.� Not that I really cared all that much. What�s the use in having a body as gorgeous as mine, if you don�t show it off once in a while?

�Yeah, but that�s different.� No it�s not.

�I know it is. At least you still have some clothing left� I was naked remember.� Well� maybe it was a little different.

�I know but that was you� this is me.� And?

�Oh please, you�re hardly what I would call shy. I�m surprised you don�t walk around naked as it is.� Hmmm, naked Potter.

�That� is ludicrous. I am one of the most modest people in the world, I�ll have you know.� Yeah� and I�m Zorbo, King of the Fairy People.

�Right, you and that stripper Zabini thought would be funny to hire for my sixteenth birthday.� Now, Longbottom wouldn�t have been my first choice or second or at all but I have to admit� he had rhythm.

�A stripper?� Of sorts�

�Exotic Dancer� whatever, look just put your robes on and quit bitching. It�s not like anyone will be able to see anything anyway.� Really, could you be anymore childish?

He just stands there staring at me so I decide to ignore him. Jumping off the table I begin the long and tedious search for what may be left of my clothes. I finally find my shirt behind the damned chair that started all this, my pants under the table, and by gods! Are those my boxers? How the hell did Potter manage to get them stuck to the ceiling?
After summoning the rest of my belongings I dress quickly - waiting by the door for the �The Boy Who Took His Sweet Fucking Time� to finally be ready.
�Bloody hell, Potter! Hurry it up will you? I haven�t got all day!� I�m an important person. I have important� things to attend to.

�Well, go on then, if you�re in such a hurry. I didn�t ask you to wait for me did I?�
�Fine!� Ungrateful Bastard.
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