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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48061 -:- 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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Chapter Summary: The curse takes hold of Harry, and Draco gets a surprise on the Quidditch Pitch.

Chapter 2: The Kiss
On Monday evening, Draco and Blaise waited outside the Great Hall as the rest of the students streamed through the doors for their dinner. Draco was muttering the incantation for the Curse of the Forbidden Fruit under his breath, making sure he had the enunciation perfected.

�How long till it takes effect?� Blaise asked, keeping his eyes peeled for Potter.

�Don�t know, really,� Draco replied, leaning elegantly against the wall behind him, and crossing his arms. �I think it varies, depending on the will power of the subjects involved. Potter was able to throw off the Imperius Curse fourth year, so it may take a while before he submits. The Mudblood won�t be able to resist as long, once the curse is transferred to her.�

�Where is the little mutant?� Blaise scowled, still searching the thinning crowd. The delicious smells from the Great Hall were wafting through the open doors, and his stomach was gurgling in appeal.

�Bloody hell, there�s Pansy.� Draco turned towards the wall, pretending to be very interested in the grey stone blocks, but she had already seen him.

�Darling!� she cried, flinging her arms around his neck.

�Pansy,� he said, curtly, attempting to pry her arms away.

�You absolute angel, you were waiting for me!� She pressed little kisses all over his face, not noticing his grimace, nor the glare he was directing at a sniggering Blaise.

Blaise turned away, attempting to hide his mirth. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Potter, and he elbowed Draco hurriedly. Draco felt his stomach flip in excitement. Potter was alone, walking rather sluggishly towards the doors of the Great Hall.

�Pansy, darling,� Draco said, fighting to keep his voice sugary sweet when what he�d have loved to do was fling her from him bodily. �Why don�t you go and sit down, love, I�ll be along in a minute.�

�Of course, sugarplum,� she replied, then pouted in what she believe to be a fetching manner, �but don�t keep me waiting too long.� She pranced away, wiggling her bottom in the mistaken belief that Draco was still watching her.

�Wipe that smirk off your face and do your part, Blaise,� Draco seethed, scrubbing his own face with his handkerchief to remove the traces of lipstick Pansy had marked him with.

Draco and Blaise casually walked towards Potter, and as they passed him, Blaise whispered a spell to rip the bottom of Potter�s bag. He knelt to pick up his things, the crowd leaving him behind, and Draco turned around, quickly swishing his wand and whispering the curse. Harry, who had been intently forcing himself to ignore the fact that Draco had just walked by, didn�t feel a thing.

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After picking sparingly at his dinner, Harry felt unusually tired and decided not to start on his Charms essay in favor of heading to bed early. He shut the curtains around his four-poster and crept gratefully under the covers, expecting to drop off as soon as his head touched his pillow. He had been lying there for a few moments when he noticed an unusual warmth spreading through his groin, and though he tried to shut out the images in his head, they forced themselves on him one by one. Draco, on all fours, looking at Harry over his shoulder. Draco, on his knees, sucking Harry�s cock with enthusiasm. Draco, on his back, with his legs over Harry�s shoulders. Draco�s arse, pulsing tight around Harry�s cock, milking every last drop of his orgasm out of him. Draco...

Harry roughly shoved his pajama pants down to his knees, and before he knew what he was doing, he was pumping his cock furiously, even as his mind screamed at him to stop. It took only seconds for Harry to come, and when he was finished he felt tears of shame and despair rolling down his cheeks. �It�s getting worse,� he thought, miserably. He�s always been able to stop himself before.

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The next day Harry wanked off to various fantasies of Malfoy a total of six times by the time he had to attend double Potions with the Slytherins, and he was painfully afraid of facing the subject of his desires. When he walked in and saw that Malfoy was already there, he realized he was hard again, and was sorely tempted to turn around and skip class all together. Despite this, he found himself walking directly over to the table Malfoy had taken, and sat down next to him. He was sweating, and kept wiping his palms on his robes.

�Malfoy,� he muttered tensely in greeting, sorely wishing he could get up and leave, but found himself unable to do so.

Malfoy quirked an eyebrow at Harry in puzzlement, and the other Gryffindors and Slytherins that had been filling the empty seats shot him similar looks. Pansy Parkinson shrieked in outrage when she found the seat next to Draco was taken, and she was forced to sit down elsewhere when her verbal assault against Harry was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Snape.

�Silence!� he ordered. �And take your seats. Five points from Slytherin, Ms. Parkinson. As a prefect you should know better than to behave in such an undignified manner.�

Pansy sulked in her chair, glaring daggers at the back of Harry�s messy head as Snape walked around the room and laid a piece of parchment on each desk. He gave Harry an odd look when he noticed that not only was he voluntarily sitting next to Malfoy, he was staring quite fixedly at Malfoy�s mouth. Draco seemed to have noticed, and was frowning at Potter fiercely, though it wasn�t making a bit of difference.

Snape returned to the front of the room with a swirl of his robes, and turned to face the class. �The parchment in front of you details a special project you will complete with your desk partner over the next eight weeks. This will prepare you, in part, for your NEWTS, so I suggest you pay meticulous attention to every aspect of the assignment, if you don�t want to fail miserably. You and your partner may take this class to plan your strategy for completing the project on time.�

Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned to Harry. �Great, Potter,� he sneered. �You had to pick today to sit next to me. Now we�re stuck together for the next two months.� He frowned when Harry did nothing but stare at him blankly. �What are you looking at me like that for? Take a bludger to the head recently?� he growled in anger.

�Mmmm...What?� Harry asked, distractedly. He was mesmerized by the shape of Malfoy�s lips, the smoothness of his cheek, the length of his eyelashes. He�d never looked at Malfoy for this long from such proximity, and it was almost torture.

�Well, whatever your problem is, Potter, I�m not going to let my marks suffer because of your inadequacy,� Draco said, leaning forward and speaking in a low, threatening voice. �You�re bollocks at Potions, so just do as I say and try to keep from buggering our project to hell.�

Harry nodded mutely, wetting his lips. His heart was thundering, and all he wanted to do was suck Draco�s lower lip into his mouth. It was a tremendous effort, holding back when Draco�s face was so close to his. He could see the streaks of darker grey in the silver of the other boy�s irises.

Draco cocked his head to the side, pulling back from Harry and frowning slightly again. A folded scrap of parchment sailed through the air, landing in Draco�s lap, distracting him from the strange behavior of his desk partner. He opened it lazily and scanned it through, rolling his eyes, then chuckling.

�Well, Potter,� he said, with a smirk, �looks like you�re of some use to me after all. You�ve pissed Pansy right off.�

Harry turned and looked at Pansy, who was giving him the strongest death glare she could muster, her face screwed into an ugly scowl. She was paired with Neville Longbottom. �Wouldn�t you rather I switched places with her? She�s your girlfriend, isn�t she?� Harry asked. He felt sorry for Neville, who was timidly glancing at Pansy, unsure of how to engage her in conversation about their project.

�Merlin, no.� Draco replied, in disgust. �She�d like to be, no doubt about that, but then who wouldn�t, eh?� He gave a self-satisfied leer, making Harry blush. �As pathetic as it sounds, Potter, yes, I would rather have your shabby, four-eyed, skinny Gryffindor arse in the seat next to mine than Pansy�s annoying, overbearing one. Now, let�s see what we�re in for these next eight weeks.�

Harry was unspeakably happy for the rest of the day, even as he berated himself for continuing to think of Draco in that way. Nothing could keep the lithe, blond figure out of Harry�s mind.

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At dinner that night, Draco and Blaise watched the Gryffindor table carefully, waiting to see if the curse had caused Potter to give in to his lust for Granger yet.

�He�s not even sitting near her,� Blaise muttered out of the side of his mouth.

�He keeps looking over here,� Draco muttered back, trying studiously to ignore the high-pitched whining of Pansy on his other side. She was still livid over the Potions incident.

�Do you think he suspects?� Blaise asked, speaking into his napkin.

�No, it�s more likely that the spell hasn�t worked. Maybe that full moon�s cycle to practice was necessary after all,� he replied, gloomily.

�Probably better that it didn�t work, eh, now that he�s your Potions partner? Wouldn�t do to have him topping himself over the mudblood before the project�s complete, would it?� he sniggered, shoving a forkful of chicken casserole into his mouth.

Draco gave a small smile, but didn�t reply.

#

Later that night, Harry lay in bed, wide awake, and unable to think of anything or anyone other than Draco Malfoy. His cock was raw from the repeated wanking, and he felt like he was losing his mind. He kept telling himself to forget the boy, to stop giving in to the inordinately strong lust, but it was impossible. He felt like a poison had seeped into his skin, and was slowing killing all his self-control, quietly turning his body into a traitorous beast that hungered after the very thing he could never have.

A muffled giggle from the bed next to his pulled Harry out of his miserable reverie. Hermione had apparently sneaked into Ron�s bed. Nice example for all the others when the prefects were getting up to mischief, he thought, before he could help himself. Then he sighed, hating himself for feeling bitter over their happiness. He quietly slipped out of bed, pulling his invisibility cloak out from under his pillow. A quiet walk through the empty corridors might help him clear his head. Or better yet, maybe a spot of flying on his Firebolt.

#

Draco noticed it was a few minutes past 10:00 pm, and he left the Slytherin dormitories to perform his Prefect duties. Tonight he was in charge of making sure all the doors on the 2nd floor were locked, and that there was nobody loitering in the corridors there after hours. He walked through the silent passageways, musing over Potter�s behavior in Potions earlier, and the disconcerting feeling he�d had when his insults and barbs were left to hang upon the air, unanswered. What had Potter been playing at?

He glanced out at the grounds as he passed a window, and stopped short when he glimpsed a familiar figure swooping through the air over the Quidditch Pitch.

�Well, well, Potter,� Draco murmured, with a smirk, �looks like someone�s itching to get his first detention handed to him.� He swiftly headed down to the Entrance Hall and slipped through the double doors, shutting them softly behind him.

As Draco approached the Quidditch Pitch, he couldn�t help but marvel at the grace and elegance with which Potter dipped and looped through the air. Those breath-taking dives, the effortless turns and feints, it was a pure joy to watch, despite being a stinging reminder of Draco�s repeated failure as a seeker when matched against his Gryffindor counterpart.

He waited on the grass, watching as Potter finally realized he wasn�t alone, and turned his Firebolt to land neatly beside Draco.

�Think school rules don�t apply to you, do you, Potter?� Draco sneered, trying not to notice that the flushed, breathless, windblown boy standing before him looked like he had just been thoroughly shagged.

�Malfoy,� Harry breathed, �hello.�

�Hello?� Draco scoffed. �This isn�t a social visit, Potter. You �.� He stopped, taken aback by the intense look in the emerald eyes before him, distracted by the soft pink tongue that Harry slipped out to quickly wet his lips. Then, before Draco had time to figure out what was happening, Harry lunged forward, gripped Draco by both shoulders, and planted his mouth firmly against the lips of the pale, startled boy, in a searing kiss.

Draco was so stunned, he didn�t even think to pull away. All he knew, for several heart stopping seconds, was the feel of Harry�s hands running through his hair and over his body, Harry�s tongue coaxing its way through his lips, Harry�s hard, muscular body pressing urgently along his entire length, the evidence of Harry�s arousal straining against his own hardening cock. Draco gasped, wrenching himself away from Harry.

�What the fuck do you think you�re doing?� he rasped, confused at Harry�s actions and angry at his own response.

Harry simply stood there, panting, flushed, looking utterly defeated.

Draco turned and ran back to the castle as fast as he could, cursing violently the entire way.
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