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Fifty Blue Shades of Harry	By : hpluv3r Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13437 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry had a permanent blush on his face as they weaved through the forbidden forest. Some game this turned out to be. How was he supposed to do anything with this thing stretching out his already tender insides. He couldn't even walk properly as it felt like his legs were split further apart.
Draco could see the imprint of Harry's erection through his robes with every step and his lips remained parted in a small 'o' as he was clearly affected by the plug. Something about Harry's disheveled gait and slightly spread legs made Draco need to bend him over the nearest fallen tree and spread them further.
It didn't help that they were surrounded by woods and privacy. He yearned to see those furrowed eyebrows relax and those revealing green eyes glaze over in pleasure and even glisten beautifully with tears as he begged Draco for more. More of anything. Draco had no doubt that Harry would do near anything that Draco wanted him too.
And suddenly, Draco could almost understand how Charlie had lost control.
Almost.
Harry truly had no idea the amount of pure 'fuck me' that he gave off on a regular basis. Perhaps it was time for some distraction for the both of them.
"When last have you been here Harry?" Draco asks, gesturing to the forest around them.
"Not since that day.." Harry responds quietly. Draco knew he was referring to the day he presented himself to Voldemort to die.
"Did you really think you were going to die?"
"Yes." Harry does not hesitate to answer. He had expected to die.
"How did you feel when you realized you were still alive?" Draco could not help but wonder. Harry takes a moment to respond.
"It was.. odd. It felt like I shouldn't be here anymore, for a while. Everyone I was close to was either dead or busy with their own lives. And I couldn't really make friends either, not with everyone already expecting the boy who lived persona. I've even considered going back to the muggle world but bad luck tends to follow me and I don't want to involve them."
Draco begins to say something and then stops. This grabs Harry's attention, as Draco was not one to hesitate.
"What?" Harry prods.
"Never mind." Draco responds definitively.
Harry pouts, debating with himself about whether or not he should insist.
"Draco, you know so much about me."
Draco stops walking and turns to look at Harry.
"Do you still feel like you don't belong?"
Harry suspects that this is not the question Draco had planned to ask, but lets it go. He could see the slight tension on the blonde's face and didn't think it would be a good idea to push too hard.
Harry's eyes move downward as he contemplates an answer to this question. Draco was about to take the silence in itself as an answer when Harry responds, vaguely.
"Not lately, no"
"Good."
Draco is extremely pleased with this answer, and does not push further. They walk together in silence for several moments before Draco speaks again.
"What ever happened with the Weasley girl?"
"Nothing really.. we didn't have much in common honestly. I think I wanted to be a part of the family." Harry laughs darkly.
Draco nods in understanding. He knew what it felt like to crave belonging.
"And you really don't speak to Weasel and Granger at all then?"
"Nope. To be honest I have all my mail redirected to storage."
"I see... how did you receive my letter then?"
Harry's blush deepens.
"I've had you on my cleared list since wartime."
"Me? Really?"
"Yes, ever since that day at Malfoy manor. I wanted to make sure you could reach out if you wanted to."
"You've been watching me since then Potter?" Draco did not say this with any sort of resentment or malice, just genuine interest in how Harry had been living since school ended.
"Pft. I've had to keep my eye on you from the moment we first met, Malfoy." Harry retorts, smirking.
Draco could not help but grin. They had definitely kept each other busy in school.
"Bet you never thought we'd end up like this." He smirks back.
Harry blushes.
"I KNEW IT." He KNEW Potter had wanted him. Harry scrambles to explain.
"It's not like that! I just thought you were an attractive git, is all." Harry scowls and Draco's grin widens.
"Damn right I am Potter." Harry shakes his head in response, grinning.
Harry looks up at him and speaks hesitantly.
"You've kept to yourself since school. I always imagined you live similarly to the way I do."
Draco thinks carefully before responding.
"You are not wrong. I'll admit to keeping my eye on you every so often. The only problem was, I barely ever saw you."
"Yea, because we're both antisocial fucks." Harry grins.
"Speak for yourself." Draco says, smirking.
"Well excuse me, other than for the people you fuck, as you said." Harry retorts.
This wipes the smirk off Draco's face as he recalls the moment he said it. He catches Harry's eyes and says,
"I guess that would make me antisocial as of late."
Draco loves the way Harry blushes in response.
"Please don't do that." Harry says, swallowing heavily.
Draco is instantly confused.
"Do what?"
"Make me feel.. special." Harry grimaces as he says the word.
Draco smirks, relaxing.
"Oh but Harry, you've always been special haven't you." he says tauntingly. He knew what Harry had meant but he couldn't help himself.
Harry stiffens, sobering slightly out of his hormonal haze.
"I guess it depends on your definition of the word then. I think trouble is a better word to describe me. I've always been trouble."
Draco resists the urge to role his eyes. If he hadn't gotten to understand the other man, Draco would have thought he was fishing for compliments.
"Would you feel better if I treated you like dirt? Or better yet, nothing but a tight warm body to use as I please?"
Harry whimpers and Draco smirks inwardly. The best way to deal with Harry's insecurities was definitely to just fuck them away. Draco wanted to get a few spells out of Harry before he sapped the rest of his energy, but he was not making it easy. He continues walking forward and soon hears the shuffling of feet behind him.
"Yes."
Draco stops again, turning around and waiting for Harry to elaborate.
"I don't know what to do with compliments. They make me uncomfortable."
Draco contemplates the now subdued posture of the man before him.
"Have you ever told anyone that before?"
"No."
"Good. How do you normally respond then?"
Harry thought this was a weird question.
"Uh, how do I respond to compliments? I dunno. I guess depending on what's said I tend to shrug it off or change the topic or something.
"Fake it."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why Potter. You're like a lamb waiting for slaughter. I can see right through you. Charlie saw right through you. I'm assuming he approached you yes?"
"Yes, but like I said I'm not trying to hide who I am."
Draco's response is out of his mouth before he can control it.
"What, two cocks not enough for you Potter?"
The hurt in those green eyes was a smack to the face and Draco freezes.
"Don't be a fucking hypocrite." Harry spits, walking away in the other direction. That was too close to home. Harry hadn't even spoken to Charlie since that day. He was just trying to figure things out. Was he that terrible for doing so?
"Harry, wait."
Harry halts, but does not turn around, waiting for Draco to continue.
"Fight me."
Anger flares up hot inside Harry. Had this been Malfoy's goal all along? To bait Harry into a duel?
At first Harry tries to control his frustration, but as he's solidifying those boundaries in his head he thinks back to what Penelope had said.
Fuck it.
Draco didn't know what hit him when Harry began firing an onslaught of spell after spell. After spell.
Within moments the area surrounding them was barren. The perimeter of forest in the distance had all the leaves cinched off of the trees, and the sudden silence is deafening.
The entire time Draco had stared at Harry in awe and, in all honesty, fear. He did not dare move as Harry spelled everything around them to ashes.
"I don't need any of you."
Fuck. And after all that, he was still upset.
"Harry."
"WHAT." he still wouldn't turn around to look at Draco.
"Kneel."
"Go f-..."
This time it is Harry who begins to say something before snapping his mouth shut, realizing the significance of such an order.
He felt frozen in place. There was a lot going on in his head yet the only thing he could focus on was whether or not Malfoy would leave if he didn't obey.
"Do it Harry." Draco insists, moving closer.
Draco knew he was taking a gamble here. There was a good chance Harry would just walk away but he had to go with his gut on this one. His hand comes to rest gently on Harry's shoulder as he gives the other man time to make his decision.
Harry is not oblivious to Draco's patience, and appreciates it. It takes the edge off of his frustration. Things had escalated so quickly. Had he jumped to conclusions? His body wanted to obey. He could feel it. Again, he was fighting it. Why was he fighting it? Draco was giving him an opportunity to tune out.
Harry drops to his knees and is suddenly reminded of the plug still stretching him open. He bows his head and waits to see what Draco has in mind for him, heart racing. Already this position felt familiar to him. Not only that, it really did make him feel better. In this position he didn't have to worry as it was out of his hands. He had no control.
It was exhilarating.
Draco barely holds back a moan as he watches Harry reign himself in and submit despite his anger.
Bloody fucking perfect.
Draco transfigures a blanket and sits down behind him, pulling the kneeling man to rest back on him and begins rubbing at his temples, working inward.
"I got a bit possessive there. I apologize."
Any anger remaining in Harry dissipates. Draco had wanted him to submit to being comforted. The thought warmed Harry to his toes and made him emotional in a different way.
"You want me to be yours?"
Harry looks up at Draco as he says this, and catches the hunger that appears briefly in those gray eyes. It goes straight to his groin.
For the second time that day Draco hesitates, and Harry stiffens. Why had he asked such a stupid question. Was there even a right answer to that?
"Never mind, that was a stupid question." Harry backtracks, stumbling over his words in embarrassment.
"It's not." Draco responds immediately. The answer was yes. Clearly undoubtedly yes, he wanted to claim Harry as his own.
But he couldn't exactly say that. Not when Harry literally just had this same argument with Charlie.
"I'm not sure what you want me to say here Harry."
"I want to know what you want." Harry insists.
"Very well. " Draco moves closer to Harry's ear.
"What I want, Potter, is to engrave my name into a collar and fasten it around your neck."
Unlike Draco, Harry could not hold back the moan that emits from his throat at the thought of being collared like some sort of.. pet.
If anyone asked, Harry would swear it was due to the heavenly onslaught that Draco was wreaking on his head.
Draco near purrs at Harry's interest in his fantasy.
"Do you want to collar all of your other pets too?" Harry suddenly interjects.
He just had to ruin it. Turnabout was fair play.
"No."
Harry thought that this was what he wanted to hear, but all he could think about was all of the other pets Draco wasn't collaring.
"I have feelings for you." Harry spits out nervously.
He knew it was true the moment Draco had first kissed him. And, even though Draco had expressed similar sentiments, he readied himself for rejection.
Draco's responding smile does wonders for Harry's emotional state.
"If you can't tell, I have feelings for you as well."
"Did you have feelings for Thomas?"
So bloody persistent.
"Not like this, no."
"I don't like to share."
Again, Harry holds his breath as he waits for a response.
"There's enough Draco for everyone, don't you think?"
Harry was just about done with the emotional roller coaster.
"Two cocks not enough for you Malfoy?"
Clearly Harry was not one to simply let things go.
Within a few seconds Draco has Harry bent over his lap with his pants down and his hands tied behind his back.
"Ugh Draco what the hell, we're in public."
Draco begins to rain down spanks on his behind with no sign of reprieve.
"Draco, come on! That stings." It stung something horrible and Harry squirms in an attempt to prevent Draco from smacking the same spot too often. Even with the plug to distract him it was different this time. He could feel the tears pooling in his eyes.
This was clearly a punishment. What did he do? Draco's never had a problem with his comebacks before.
Harry hated that thing Draco did where he would ignore him until he said what Draco wanted to hear.
"Please, I'm sorry." Harry says pitifully.
Draco smirks, identifying the log he would be fucking the other man across in about 5 minutes.
When he deems Harry's arse to be an appropriate shade of red, he hauls the smaller man up over his shoulder and heads over to the log. He places Harry over it, arse up, and stands up to survey his prey. Draco was unsurprised but still pleased to see that Harry was hard. He was hard and ready and waiting despite not knowing why Draco suddenly decided to smack him to tears.
He sits next to Harry and begins to fondle his plug, pulling on it gently, bringing a moan to Harry's lips.
Harry was absolutely aching. Was that thing even supposed to be in there for that long?
He shivers as Draco finally pulls out the plug, and attempts to looks up at the blonde after hearing the grunt that it had pulled from him.
Draco's mouth near resembled the state of Harry's arse. Gaping. Draco scrambles to pull himself out of his pants and nestles between Harry's cheeks as he bends over atop the other man, settling his weight knowingly onto the reddened flesh beneath him.
"Should I fuck you right here across this log? Anyone could walk by at any time you know." He already had his answer from the way Harry was pushing back on him, but he wanted to hear him say it.
"Fuck, please Draco. It aches." Mmm.
"The log will likely chafe your skin."
"I can take it." Harry responds determinedly, needily. He could feel that Draco was punishing him. He would take it, needing to please the blonde despite not knowing what he'd done.
Draco does not waste any time, lubing up quickly and working his way up to a punishing pace within seconds.
It was impossible for Harry to keep quiet. He was already so tender, and Draco was relentless. He locates Harry's prostate and abuses it mercilessly. Anyone within 500 feet could hear the overwhelmed moans of one Harry Potter as Draco brought him closer to orgasm.
"Hold it."
Fuck.
Draco suddenly pulls Harry up by a fistful of hair and snakes an arm around his chest, bringing their bodies closer together. Harry allows his weight to settle back onto the blonde and rings his still bound hands around Draco's head for leverage, effectively allowing Draco to fuck him as he pleased.
"Now."
Harry doesn't need to be told twice. Draco sees stars as the other man tightens around him, near squeezing him out, and empties himself heavily into Harry.
Both men stand there for several moments as they attempt to gather their wits about them.
Harry looks up and around, half expecting the Daily Prophet to be set up in some corner. But as far as he could see, there wasn't anyone around.
He emits a yelp of surprise when Draco pulls out of him, and another when his plug is forced back in, Draco's cum still leaking from around it.
It felt incredibly dirty and his spent member gives a poorly attempted twitch. He wasn't sure if he would even be able to walk, it was already stinging at the ring of his entrance.
"I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep that in for." Harry says nervously.
"For as long as I say, Potter." Draco responds insistently, and Harry groans once more, convinced he would never be able to walk the same way ever again.
Draco turns Harry around to survey the damage. His thighs were red and bruised in some areas. Draco moves to treat them before Harry could protest.
He lifts a finger and says "It could blister. I don't want that." this answer sates Harry, though another question clearly lay on the tip of his tongue as he visibly struggled to spit it out.
"Did I do something?" he asks, unsure and needing to know.
Draco smirks once again.
"I will not tolerate sass while you should be submitting to me."
"Does that mean..er.. well.. actually.. should I still be err.. obeying you?" Harry blushes awkwardly as he gets the words out.
"In general I would prefer that you do, though I do enjoying rosying up that bum of yours." He bends Harry over slightly for another smack as if to solidify his sentiments.
"However generally speaking I'd say you're off the hook after I've orgasmed."
Harry considers this. It was fair. Some logical part of him argued that his orgasm should be included, but it felt appropriate somehow. Draco's given him more orgasms than he's had in ages, after all. And he was, of course, submitting. He wondered if he would ever stop blushing about that.
"Alright, well, in that case, I was only repeating what you said."
"Well, you chose the wrong time to repeat it."
Harry 'hmph's in protest before Draco continues,
"Though I admit I figured you'd break role seeing as this is the first time I've done it to calm you down."
"So.. you were expecting to punish me?
"I was. And it was even more fun than I thought it'd be." Draco smirks and Harry blushes deepens.
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