Broken Toy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
32,109
Reviews:
270
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter Two
Warnings:Language and some smut
Author's Notes:Here comes Chapter two.
Draco? At the Restricted Corner? A whore???
Hope you'll like it!
Enjoy!!!
ETA: Beta'ed by ravenqueen55!
Chapter Two
Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away.
He kept on staring into those cold grey eyes.
But this couldn’t be - Malfoy? Draco - Malfoy?
Memories flashed through Harry’s brain in seconds.
The Malfoy Harry had known at Hogwarts had been arrogant, snobbish, and mean, his posture always erect with his head held high. His hairstyle always had been well-kempt, with not a single hair out of its place, and on his clothes never a spot could be detected.
Although – the last times Harry had seen Malfoy his posture hadn’t been this proud. Harry very vividly recalled Malfoy crying in front of a bathroom mirror before Harry had almost killed him. Or the time when he had seen him standing at the top of a familiar tower with his body shaking all over in front of Dumbledore pleading for his life.
This was the Malfoy who had been indirectly responsible for Dumbledore’s death, who had forced Snape to perform the horrible curse. And Harry had witnessed all of it, standing there, frozen to immobility by the blasted Petrificus Totalus spell, not being able to react, to help, to –
“Now which one do you prefer? I, for one, would like to eat up that sweet little chestnut tart over there!”
Harry felt his shoulder being shaken. His mind was still captured by long-gone events; he couldn’t grasp what George was actually talking about. Standing there motionless, his wide emerald eyes were locked with empty grey ones.
“Hey!”
Fred, standing on his other side, his arm still encircling Harry’s waist, nudged him slightly. “Don’t tell me you're getting weak at your old age!”
“Harry darling, it's only been one more year!” George continued reassuringly. “It isn’t that much.” He shook Harry’s shoulder again and chuckled. “So you’re not old enough to forget about the piece of flesh between your legs. It definitely needs some celebration!”
“Yeah, let’s all celebrate! I want the redhead with the tattoo!”
“No!”
“But you chose the chestnut…”
“But I like the tattoo, too.”
“Ah, forget it, let’s take them both!”
“Come on, Harry.”
“Hey!”
“Harry?”
At last the twins realized that their friend wasn’t listening. Scrutinizing Harry’s face, they followed his gaze.
“Now, who would believe this!”
“Seamus, stop hanging around glaring at that miserable bald boy and come over here!”
“You’ve got to see this!”
The twins and Seamus roared with delighted laughter and pushed Harry forward.
“Well, if this isn’t a surprise!”
“Pretty little Draco!”
“Now just see where he’s got to...”
“I’ll take him first!”
“The pride of the Malfoys, a boy for rent!”
“But I’ll take him first!”
“Okay, after he has sucked my…”
“NOOOOOOO!”
All in one second, Harry broke eye contact with the empty grey ones, wriggled himself free of the arms of the twins and took a leap in front of them. Next second, he took his stand, legs spread wide apart to support his shaking knees.
His wand was at the ready, unmistakeably aimed at his friends.
He wasn’t conscious of the fact that he had yelled; neither was he conscious of the fact that everybody around them was staring at him.
“Don’t…” Harry’s voice was low, “…don’t you dare touch him…” His friends had difficulty understanding their mate, but the look on his face made them stop in their tracks right away.
“Okay, okay, we won’t touch him.”
“We won’t even look at him.”
“He’s not that tempting, after all.”
“Nothing to look at twice. ”
“But calm yourself.”
“Just relax.”
“And don’t look that way.”
“Don’t get yourself excited.”
“Calm down.”
Fred, George and Seamus were anxious to soothe Harry, for their friend definitely was in one of his tempers. He had that look. And he was drunk. A dangerous mixture.
Still talking quietly, the three gathered around him and slowly led him away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry awoke with a start.
Grabbing for his forehead with both hands, he tried to suppress the throbbing headache in his temples that had awoken him.
He tried to get his wits together.
His head ached, his shoulders ached, his whole body ached. And he was definitely feeling sick. What the hell had happened?
Disgusted with himself, he shifted a little in his bed, trying to get into a more comfortable position.
They had celebrated his birthday? Yes.
Most of his friends left - but he had wanted to move along? Yes.
He had wanted something special for his birthday? Yes.
His headache increased and made it difficult for him to remember every step he had taken the night before. He started to massage his temples and went on interrogating himself.
They had visited Laydown Alley? Yes.
There had been a beautiful whore with long blond hair and grey eyes? Yes.
He had wanted to spend some time with her? Yes.
He dreaded the next question, but nevertheless went on, his fingers never ceasing to massage his hurting temples.
Had wanted to fuck her up the arse? Yes.
Did he lay down with her, kiss her face, touch her in all intimate places, and then slowly position her, placing his aching cock against the tight hole? Yes.
And had he…? Yes.
He could still feel the dried come sticking to his now flaccid member.
But…
No. NO!!!
He had been down Laydown Alley with his friends. Although sizing several women up intently, he hadn’t been aroused at all. On the contrary, he had been bored. They had gone someplace else… The Restricted Corner. Gays all over. Gays for rent…. He had discovered Draco Malfoy amongst them. And Fred, George and Seamus had wanted to fuck him, but he had stepped in, somewhat in a frenzy. His friends had led him away and had helped him into a taxi which brought him directly to Grimmauld Place. He had tossed his clothes aside and had thrown himself naked upon his bed. He was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
And some time during the night whilst dreaming, he obviously had jerked off fantasising about Draco Malfoy.
Something seemed to explode in Harry’s head as well as in his belly. He just made it in time to reach the bathroom where he buckled down painfully in front of the bowl and threw up the contents of his stomach violently.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It took Harry most of Sunday to come to his senses again.
After he had swallowed several potions to calm his hurting head and aching body and to get his brain to function normally again, he suddenly knew what he had to do.
Although he hadn't the slightest idea why, he had to go out and search for Draco Malfoy.
Author's Notes:Here comes Chapter two.
Draco? At the Restricted Corner? A whore???
Hope you'll like it!
Enjoy!!!
ETA: Beta'ed by ravenqueen55!
Chapter Two
Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away.
He kept on staring into those cold grey eyes.
But this couldn’t be - Malfoy? Draco - Malfoy?
Memories flashed through Harry’s brain in seconds.
The Malfoy Harry had known at Hogwarts had been arrogant, snobbish, and mean, his posture always erect with his head held high. His hairstyle always had been well-kempt, with not a single hair out of its place, and on his clothes never a spot could be detected.
Although – the last times Harry had seen Malfoy his posture hadn’t been this proud. Harry very vividly recalled Malfoy crying in front of a bathroom mirror before Harry had almost killed him. Or the time when he had seen him standing at the top of a familiar tower with his body shaking all over in front of Dumbledore pleading for his life.
This was the Malfoy who had been indirectly responsible for Dumbledore’s death, who had forced Snape to perform the horrible curse. And Harry had witnessed all of it, standing there, frozen to immobility by the blasted Petrificus Totalus spell, not being able to react, to help, to –
“Now which one do you prefer? I, for one, would like to eat up that sweet little chestnut tart over there!”
Harry felt his shoulder being shaken. His mind was still captured by long-gone events; he couldn’t grasp what George was actually talking about. Standing there motionless, his wide emerald eyes were locked with empty grey ones.
“Hey!”
Fred, standing on his other side, his arm still encircling Harry’s waist, nudged him slightly. “Don’t tell me you're getting weak at your old age!”
“Harry darling, it's only been one more year!” George continued reassuringly. “It isn’t that much.” He shook Harry’s shoulder again and chuckled. “So you’re not old enough to forget about the piece of flesh between your legs. It definitely needs some celebration!”
“Yeah, let’s all celebrate! I want the redhead with the tattoo!”
“No!”
“But you chose the chestnut…”
“But I like the tattoo, too.”
“Ah, forget it, let’s take them both!”
“Come on, Harry.”
“Hey!”
“Harry?”
At last the twins realized that their friend wasn’t listening. Scrutinizing Harry’s face, they followed his gaze.
“Now, who would believe this!”
“Seamus, stop hanging around glaring at that miserable bald boy and come over here!”
“You’ve got to see this!”
The twins and Seamus roared with delighted laughter and pushed Harry forward.
“Well, if this isn’t a surprise!”
“Pretty little Draco!”
“Now just see where he’s got to...”
“I’ll take him first!”
“The pride of the Malfoys, a boy for rent!”
“But I’ll take him first!”
“Okay, after he has sucked my…”
“NOOOOOOO!”
All in one second, Harry broke eye contact with the empty grey ones, wriggled himself free of the arms of the twins and took a leap in front of them. Next second, he took his stand, legs spread wide apart to support his shaking knees.
His wand was at the ready, unmistakeably aimed at his friends.
He wasn’t conscious of the fact that he had yelled; neither was he conscious of the fact that everybody around them was staring at him.
“Don’t…” Harry’s voice was low, “…don’t you dare touch him…” His friends had difficulty understanding their mate, but the look on his face made them stop in their tracks right away.
“Okay, okay, we won’t touch him.”
“We won’t even look at him.”
“He’s not that tempting, after all.”
“Nothing to look at twice. ”
“But calm yourself.”
“Just relax.”
“And don’t look that way.”
“Don’t get yourself excited.”
“Calm down.”
Fred, George and Seamus were anxious to soothe Harry, for their friend definitely was in one of his tempers. He had that look. And he was drunk. A dangerous mixture.
Still talking quietly, the three gathered around him and slowly led him away.
Harry awoke with a start.
Grabbing for his forehead with both hands, he tried to suppress the throbbing headache in his temples that had awoken him.
He tried to get his wits together.
His head ached, his shoulders ached, his whole body ached. And he was definitely feeling sick. What the hell had happened?
Disgusted with himself, he shifted a little in his bed, trying to get into a more comfortable position.
They had celebrated his birthday? Yes.
Most of his friends left - but he had wanted to move along? Yes.
He had wanted something special for his birthday? Yes.
His headache increased and made it difficult for him to remember every step he had taken the night before. He started to massage his temples and went on interrogating himself.
They had visited Laydown Alley? Yes.
There had been a beautiful whore with long blond hair and grey eyes? Yes.
He had wanted to spend some time with her? Yes.
He dreaded the next question, but nevertheless went on, his fingers never ceasing to massage his hurting temples.
Had wanted to fuck her up the arse? Yes.
Did he lay down with her, kiss her face, touch her in all intimate places, and then slowly position her, placing his aching cock against the tight hole? Yes.
And had he…? Yes.
He could still feel the dried come sticking to his now flaccid member.
But…
No. NO!!!
He had been down Laydown Alley with his friends. Although sizing several women up intently, he hadn’t been aroused at all. On the contrary, he had been bored. They had gone someplace else… The Restricted Corner. Gays all over. Gays for rent…. He had discovered Draco Malfoy amongst them. And Fred, George and Seamus had wanted to fuck him, but he had stepped in, somewhat in a frenzy. His friends had led him away and had helped him into a taxi which brought him directly to Grimmauld Place. He had tossed his clothes aside and had thrown himself naked upon his bed. He was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
And some time during the night whilst dreaming, he obviously had jerked off fantasising about Draco Malfoy.
Something seemed to explode in Harry’s head as well as in his belly. He just made it in time to reach the bathroom where he buckled down painfully in front of the bowl and threw up the contents of his stomach violently.
It took Harry most of Sunday to come to his senses again.
After he had swallowed several potions to calm his hurting head and aching body and to get his brain to function normally again, he suddenly knew what he had to do.
Although he hadn't the slightest idea why, he had to go out and search for Draco Malfoy.