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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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11,065
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18
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The Beginning
Author’s note: I think, as I was writing this, I may have strayed from the summary JUST A TAD. So there is the change in summary. Hopefully it’s for the better
Here goes my pinky promise…
Thanks for all the reviews, I’m so happy my little attempt hasn’t crashed and burned quite yet!
Zoomi- We’ll see about Draco’s alliances a bit later…
Stef- RON?! Oh no… I’m sure you see how I feel about Ron by now =)
Fallangelsquill- No empty classroom for now, but I think this turned out rather similar… and I think your other question will be answered towards the end of this chapter.
Slashy snitch- I totally concur with your prognosis for this work. And yay, loyal readers are what I like, keep reviewing!
And Vibora, mphoenix, momoko, madamvampire13, and SugoiNoVenom, thanks for reviewing! I’ll try to keep updates timely.
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“We should probably go get Ron, Harry”
Ron. Harry had completely forgotten about him. But he did have a question to ask first. “Wait, how did you guys know I was here?”
“Malfoymighthavetoldus,” Hermione mumbled.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Ok, Malfoy told us. Harry, are you two involved?” To her shock, Harry suddenly had an emerging smile that he could not control.
Malfoy stood by a whipping post, casually whispering into a girl’s ear as if being here was a common practice for him. Harry knew it was time to leave, anywhere Malfoy was at, especially a place that turned Harry on, was not somewhere he wished to be seen.
Turning away, Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a light touch on his bum. Suddenly he was pulled back until he felt a wet sensation in his ear. Oh god, a tongue. It felt almost too good and Harry felt his arousal increasing as it slowly swirled around and a small set of teeth gently bit into and pulled his ear back. “Hello Potter…” a husky voice groaned into his ear. As Harry turned around, he saw Draco dressed in loose black pants and in a green shirt with, surprise surprise, a serpant on it. Harry was wary. But more than that, he wanted Draco.
Harry came closer to Draco until their eyes were only inches apart. He licked his lips and found them attacked by Draco’s. Mmm... he thought, my naughty intentions fulfilled… He felt fingers traveling up his bum and restraining his hands until a pair of manacles bound them together behind his back. He was beyond reason now and felt himself enter that little world where real-life problems dissolved.
“Potter, tonight you’re mine,” stated Draco simply, pulling away. He started taking Harry towards a room to the left- one that seemed to be a small cubicle on the outside but revealed itself to be almost as large as the main room when stepping inside. It was full of equipment, and Harry shuddered in delight as he looked at all the instruments he was dreaming about lately. Whips, dildoes, chains, crops, it all made him feel so bad, but oh so good.
Draco took off the manacles and commanded “On your hands and knees, Potter.”
Harry immediately obeyed and let his gaze travel up Draco’s legs and to his eyes. “Who said you could look at me. Look down. Call me Master,” Draco said with his little smile. Oh, how he would enjoy this.
Harry, chastised, looked down, heady with the feeling of being dominated. “Yes… Master.”
Draco looked around for a proper instrument. Ah, the classic- a belt. He removed it from the wall, walking a few feet behind Harry. “Don’t you dare move, Potter.” Grabbing his wand for a second before returning it to his back pocket, Draco removed Harry’s shirt and then his pants only to discover that he was bare underneath. He chuckled. “Who knew Potter, who knew…”
Draco swung the belt up and let it wallop both of Harry’s cheeks with a loud smack, leaving a red imprint. Immediately, he lifted it up again and hit the same spot. Harry gasped and shuddered.
Draco raised the belt again and with a swish, abused Harry’s backside. Over and over again, with striking regularity he hit Harry. “I want to hear you Potter. I want to see your tears.” And the tears did come. As Draco continued, Harry began to move his backside, finding the pain almost unbearable, like a swarm of stinging bees that he knew he must endure but simply couldn’t take while immobile.
“Stand up, Potter,” said Draco suddenly. A table appeared in front of them, with a black metal bar attached to the wall directly behind it, for this room functioned similarly to the Room of Requirement. “Bend over the table and hold on to the bar.”
Draco resumed walloping Harry’s buttocks with a streamlined regularity.
Swish…
Harry yelled, his tears increasing.
Swish…
Harry cried out, sobbing now. “Draco… I can’t take it.”
Draco leaned over Harry, finding his ear again. “But you must… I wish for you to endure this. Do you really want to stop?” He played with Harry’s chest as he waited for an answer.
“No,” said Harry with a sob, “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
“I thought as much,” said Draco gently, moving back up. He hit Harry once more, seeing him shake his backside to try and get rid of the pain. Draco stopped again and appeared to be in thought. However, to his satisfaction, he saw something on the wall that he needed. Removing it, he said, “Potter, do you like sushi?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I’m sure you’ll see it in a new light now. I’m holding a finger of ginger. And guess where it’s going?”
“I don’t know, Master,” said Harry.
“It’s going inside you Potter.” Draco neared the ginger to Harry’s exposed butt, pushing gently and then more firmly to let it begin entering Harry. “Have you ever had something inside you, Potter?” he said, feeling the most exquisite satisfaction in seeing the ginger disappear until only an inch was visible of the 9 inch stick.
“I’ve touched myself a few times, but no…”
“No, what?”
“No, Master,” said Harry, upset for slipping. Draco walloped his buttocks again and Harry realized the purpose of the ginger. As he clenched, there was a burning sensation that made the urge to move even worse. “Master, please take it out. It burns…”
“It’s meant to burn Potter.” He hit Harry once more and smiled to hear Harry’s scream. Stopping, Draco removed his shirt. Then he took out Harry’s ginger stick. Endurance will be for later, he thought. Throwing his pants and black silk boxers to the side, Draco guided his erection to Harry’s aching hole, but then thought better of it, and first covered himself with lubricant that conveniently appeared out of nowhere near Harry on the table.
“This’ll hurt since you’re a virgin,” he stated before plunging into Harry. Harry held on to the metal bar for dear life, grunting as he felt himself skewered apart. Draco was being merciless and impaled Harry without abandon as Harry’s body twitched forward from the intense pressure. His tears flowed once more as he felt Draco continue thrusting. He held on harder, concentrating on the feeling of Draco’s bare chest over his back, Draco’s nails digging in to his shoulders, and Draco’s intoxicating scent, which he felt would be imprinted in his memories forever. The thrust continued as they elicited short grunts from Harry. Finally, with a breath intake, Draco came and Harry felt himself being filled somewhere deep inside.
“Kiss me, Potter,” stated Draco as Harry’s head moved to the side and Draco licked Harry’s lips, then gently bit the lower lip and tugged it away, finally stopping his teasing and kissing Harry with an intensity that brought tears to Harry’s eyes once more.
“Yes Hermione, I’m involved with Draco,” he said, still smiling.
“Oh… well I thought as much!” chirped up Hermione, never wanted to seem out of her game even when realizing remembering Draco was making Harry smile.
“But yeah, let’s get Ron,” said Harry now. He had some damage control to do with that one. “Oh, and Hermione, could you conjure me a shirt, I don’t think Ron is ready to see my marks yet.”
“Sure Harry,” she replied. But before conjuring the shirt, she touched his back lightly, on the welts. Experimentally, she lightly scratched the tortured skin as she looked into his eyes.
“Hermione, I wouldn’t go there unless you’re willing to finish what you’ve started,” he replied huskily, looking at her in a new way.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we should… yeah should go… Ron… he’s…he’s…” said Hermione, dropping her champagne glass with a loud crash and looking horrified at her undignified pose.
“Don’t worry about, they’ll clean it up,” Harry stated, downing his own glass and leaving it on a table. He had to prepare for much more than Hermione testing her own boundaries with him.
Exiting the ornate door Hermione had initially walked into, Harry realized he had nothing to worry about. Ron ran up to the two, slurring “Harry, mate, they have… shhh… don’t let anyone else know… ALCOHOL” He slapped Harry’s butt, saying drunkenly “So that’s what you like, huh?”
Harry looked at Hermione in amusement and the two of them managed to bring Ron outside to take all of them back to the Burrow. Thankfully, the Weasley family was off visiting Charlie during the winter holiday and Molly wouldn’t have to kill Harry and Hermione for letting Ron get drunk again.
“Shh, Ron, you’re almost home,” said Hermione as they began apparating.
Here goes my pinky promise…
Thanks for all the reviews, I’m so happy my little attempt hasn’t crashed and burned quite yet!
Zoomi- We’ll see about Draco’s alliances a bit later…
Stef- RON?! Oh no… I’m sure you see how I feel about Ron by now =)
Fallangelsquill- No empty classroom for now, but I think this turned out rather similar… and I think your other question will be answered towards the end of this chapter.
Slashy snitch- I totally concur with your prognosis for this work. And yay, loyal readers are what I like, keep reviewing!
And Vibora, mphoenix, momoko, madamvampire13, and SugoiNoVenom, thanks for reviewing! I’ll try to keep updates timely.
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“We should probably go get Ron, Harry”
Ron. Harry had completely forgotten about him. But he did have a question to ask first. “Wait, how did you guys know I was here?”
“Malfoymighthavetoldus,” Hermione mumbled.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Ok, Malfoy told us. Harry, are you two involved?” To her shock, Harry suddenly had an emerging smile that he could not control.
Malfoy stood by a whipping post, casually whispering into a girl’s ear as if being here was a common practice for him. Harry knew it was time to leave, anywhere Malfoy was at, especially a place that turned Harry on, was not somewhere he wished to be seen.
Turning away, Harry almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a light touch on his bum. Suddenly he was pulled back until he felt a wet sensation in his ear. Oh god, a tongue. It felt almost too good and Harry felt his arousal increasing as it slowly swirled around and a small set of teeth gently bit into and pulled his ear back. “Hello Potter…” a husky voice groaned into his ear. As Harry turned around, he saw Draco dressed in loose black pants and in a green shirt with, surprise surprise, a serpant on it. Harry was wary. But more than that, he wanted Draco.
Harry came closer to Draco until their eyes were only inches apart. He licked his lips and found them attacked by Draco’s. Mmm... he thought, my naughty intentions fulfilled… He felt fingers traveling up his bum and restraining his hands until a pair of manacles bound them together behind his back. He was beyond reason now and felt himself enter that little world where real-life problems dissolved.
“Potter, tonight you’re mine,” stated Draco simply, pulling away. He started taking Harry towards a room to the left- one that seemed to be a small cubicle on the outside but revealed itself to be almost as large as the main room when stepping inside. It was full of equipment, and Harry shuddered in delight as he looked at all the instruments he was dreaming about lately. Whips, dildoes, chains, crops, it all made him feel so bad, but oh so good.
Draco took off the manacles and commanded “On your hands and knees, Potter.”
Harry immediately obeyed and let his gaze travel up Draco’s legs and to his eyes. “Who said you could look at me. Look down. Call me Master,” Draco said with his little smile. Oh, how he would enjoy this.
Harry, chastised, looked down, heady with the feeling of being dominated. “Yes… Master.”
Draco looked around for a proper instrument. Ah, the classic- a belt. He removed it from the wall, walking a few feet behind Harry. “Don’t you dare move, Potter.” Grabbing his wand for a second before returning it to his back pocket, Draco removed Harry’s shirt and then his pants only to discover that he was bare underneath. He chuckled. “Who knew Potter, who knew…”
Draco swung the belt up and let it wallop both of Harry’s cheeks with a loud smack, leaving a red imprint. Immediately, he lifted it up again and hit the same spot. Harry gasped and shuddered.
Draco raised the belt again and with a swish, abused Harry’s backside. Over and over again, with striking regularity he hit Harry. “I want to hear you Potter. I want to see your tears.” And the tears did come. As Draco continued, Harry began to move his backside, finding the pain almost unbearable, like a swarm of stinging bees that he knew he must endure but simply couldn’t take while immobile.
“Stand up, Potter,” said Draco suddenly. A table appeared in front of them, with a black metal bar attached to the wall directly behind it, for this room functioned similarly to the Room of Requirement. “Bend over the table and hold on to the bar.”
Draco resumed walloping Harry’s buttocks with a streamlined regularity.
Swish…
Harry yelled, his tears increasing.
Swish…
Harry cried out, sobbing now. “Draco… I can’t take it.”
Draco leaned over Harry, finding his ear again. “But you must… I wish for you to endure this. Do you really want to stop?” He played with Harry’s chest as he waited for an answer.
“No,” said Harry with a sob, “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
“I thought as much,” said Draco gently, moving back up. He hit Harry once more, seeing him shake his backside to try and get rid of the pain. Draco stopped again and appeared to be in thought. However, to his satisfaction, he saw something on the wall that he needed. Removing it, he said, “Potter, do you like sushi?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I’m sure you’ll see it in a new light now. I’m holding a finger of ginger. And guess where it’s going?”
“I don’t know, Master,” said Harry.
“It’s going inside you Potter.” Draco neared the ginger to Harry’s exposed butt, pushing gently and then more firmly to let it begin entering Harry. “Have you ever had something inside you, Potter?” he said, feeling the most exquisite satisfaction in seeing the ginger disappear until only an inch was visible of the 9 inch stick.
“I’ve touched myself a few times, but no…”
“No, what?”
“No, Master,” said Harry, upset for slipping. Draco walloped his buttocks again and Harry realized the purpose of the ginger. As he clenched, there was a burning sensation that made the urge to move even worse. “Master, please take it out. It burns…”
“It’s meant to burn Potter.” He hit Harry once more and smiled to hear Harry’s scream. Stopping, Draco removed his shirt. Then he took out Harry’s ginger stick. Endurance will be for later, he thought. Throwing his pants and black silk boxers to the side, Draco guided his erection to Harry’s aching hole, but then thought better of it, and first covered himself with lubricant that conveniently appeared out of nowhere near Harry on the table.
“This’ll hurt since you’re a virgin,” he stated before plunging into Harry. Harry held on to the metal bar for dear life, grunting as he felt himself skewered apart. Draco was being merciless and impaled Harry without abandon as Harry’s body twitched forward from the intense pressure. His tears flowed once more as he felt Draco continue thrusting. He held on harder, concentrating on the feeling of Draco’s bare chest over his back, Draco’s nails digging in to his shoulders, and Draco’s intoxicating scent, which he felt would be imprinted in his memories forever. The thrust continued as they elicited short grunts from Harry. Finally, with a breath intake, Draco came and Harry felt himself being filled somewhere deep inside.
“Kiss me, Potter,” stated Draco as Harry’s head moved to the side and Draco licked Harry’s lips, then gently bit the lower lip and tugged it away, finally stopping his teasing and kissing Harry with an intensity that brought tears to Harry’s eyes once more.
“Yes Hermione, I’m involved with Draco,” he said, still smiling.
“Oh… well I thought as much!” chirped up Hermione, never wanted to seem out of her game even when realizing remembering Draco was making Harry smile.
“But yeah, let’s get Ron,” said Harry now. He had some damage control to do with that one. “Oh, and Hermione, could you conjure me a shirt, I don’t think Ron is ready to see my marks yet.”
“Sure Harry,” she replied. But before conjuring the shirt, she touched his back lightly, on the welts. Experimentally, she lightly scratched the tortured skin as she looked into his eyes.
“Hermione, I wouldn’t go there unless you’re willing to finish what you’ve started,” he replied huskily, looking at her in a new way.
“Oh, I’m sorry, we should… yeah should go… Ron… he’s…he’s…” said Hermione, dropping her champagne glass with a loud crash and looking horrified at her undignified pose.
“Don’t worry about, they’ll clean it up,” Harry stated, downing his own glass and leaving it on a table. He had to prepare for much more than Hermione testing her own boundaries with him.
Exiting the ornate door Hermione had initially walked into, Harry realized he had nothing to worry about. Ron ran up to the two, slurring “Harry, mate, they have… shhh… don’t let anyone else know… ALCOHOL” He slapped Harry’s butt, saying drunkenly “So that’s what you like, huh?”
Harry looked at Hermione in amusement and the two of them managed to bring Ron outside to take all of them back to the Burrow. Thankfully, the Weasley family was off visiting Charlie during the winter holiday and Molly wouldn’t have to kill Harry and Hermione for letting Ron get drunk again.
“Shh, Ron, you’re almost home,” said Hermione as they began apparating.