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Face Down	By : nekluvshp Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37335 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter and i don't make any money off of this.

Chapter List
- 1-Found
- 2-First Time
- 3-Friends?
- 4-Closer
- 5-Again
- 6-Holiday Gifts
- 7-Too Far
- 8-Loss
- 9-Gain
- 10-Coping
- 11-With Love
- 12-Recovering
- 13-Date
- 14-Willing
- 15-Consenting
- 16-Enjoying
- 17-Expecting
- 18-Parting Ways
- 19-Rescue
- 20-Epilogue
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A/N: I'm sorry to disappoint anyone who was hoping for chapter 2 already. It will be up either tomorrow or Christmas. Right now I'm going to address a couple of things that I forgot I should have put in chapter 1. There's some background information that I don't really mention in the story and I haven't found a good way to weave it into what I currently have written. First off, Sirius is a live and he and Remus are a couple. Second, Harry defeated Voldemort in the graveyard in his fourth year and there are no horcruxes. I have some details about it planned in my head and if anyone is interested, I'll try to write at least a small thing about it. If I do, then I'll just stick it at the beginning or end of a chapter. Chapter 2 will be added to this page when I post it just so you all know. And now to thank my newest reviewers!! Blackmutt: Thank you for thinking its wonderful and I'm sorry this isn't chapter 2 yet. but it will be soon. I know I won't be able to resist posting it for too long. chris7100: Thank you! I'm not even a Ron-hater!! I've just never seen a story like this. All the ones I've read are with Draco being the victim and death eaters did it. I'll think about your title idea. Jessie: Thank you for the review AND for pointing out a plot hole I forgot about!!! I completely forgot about Hermione's reaction to all this!!! Persy: Thank you. And I'm glad this is a new story concept for you!! CHAPTER 2 IS NOW UP!!!

Harry was feeling on top of the world. He had just successfully completed the first task of the triwizard tournament. Everyone from his house was crammed into the common room and they were all cheering.

As he made his way further into the room, Harry could see people eating sweets and drinking butterbeer that Fred and George probably nicked from the kitchen.

After several minutes of everyone congratulating him and shoving food and drinks into his hands, Harry saw Ron standing near the stairs to the boys dormitory. He looked angry.

Harry gave him a feeble smile and hoped for something of the like in return. Ron just rolled his eyes and gestured toward their dormitory with his head. He then turned and made his way up the stairs.

Now Harry was starting to get nervous. He remembered very well what happened the last he had been alone with Ron and he still had a few fading bruises from that experience.

Reluctantly, the dark-haired fourteen year old separated himself from the crowd and made his way to the fourth year boys’ dormitory.

Once he reached the door, Harry took a deep breath before opening it and mentally prepared himself for whatever would happen in the room beyond it.

“Ron, I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you angry.” Harry said as he opened the door and walked in the room. “But—” The door slamming shut and locking with an audible click behind him interrupted his apology.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of your fucking mouth.” Ron said harshly from a dark corner of the room. He stepped out of the shadows to stand directly in front of him, daring Harry to contradict him.

For a moment, silence permeated the air of the room. Then Harry decided to speak. “Ron I—”

The back of Ron’s hand connected with the side of Harry's face with a resounding smack making his head swim for a brief moment.

“Maybe you didn’t understand me the first time. Don’t fucking talk!” The angry red-head yelled in the other’s face. “Do you understand me?”

Harry nodded.

“Good.” Ron said and backed away a bit.

Harry was confused. He had no idea what was going on and he wanted to ask Ron, who was now pacing in front of him, what he was supposed to do.

After several minutes of silence, Ron stopped pacing suddenly and pointed to Harry's bed. “Sit.” He ordered.

Harry immediately obeyed the order and sat on the closest side of his bed. Ron began pacing again.

While he paced, Ron took off his robe, tie, shoes, and socks; leaving him in his pants and an unbuttoned shirt. Harry automatically assumed that being so angry made him a little too warm.

Ron suddenly backhanded him again. “Stop staring at me!” He screamed. Then he pointed at the down. “Look at the floor, and only the floor.”

Again Harry nodded his understanding and he quickly averted his eyes to a very interesting knot near his foot.

For the third time, Ron started pacing again. Harry came to the conclusion that he was debating something in his head. Although it was hard to tell now that he couldn’t really see him.

Harry was starting to get really impatient. He wanted something to happen just so he knew what Ron was going to do. It had been nearly ten minutes since Ron told him to look at the floor so he chanced a quick glance at him.

Unfortunately, he’d chosen a really bad time to do so. Ron was looking right at him and Harry's eyes widen in fear as he looked back at the floor.

The next thing Harry knew, he was being yanked up by his hair to look Ron in the face.

“What did I tell you?” He spat.

Harry didn’t answer though because he thought it was a trick and that if he spoke, Ron would hit him again. Both sides of his face stung really badly from the first two and he was sure there would be some sort of mark left behind for a while.

This time Ron punched Harry in the stomach. “Answer me when I ask you a question!” He screeched.

“Look at the floor, and only the floor.” Harry repeated Ron’s earlier words verbatim as he gasped for breath.

“Do I look anything like the floor?”

Harry did his best to shake his head in the negative and Ron immediately let go of him.

Suddenly Harry was shoved onto the floor and Ron took his spot on the bed.

“Take your clothes off.” He said ruthlessly.

Harry froze when he heard what Ron told him to do and when he didn’t move, a foot pushed him onto his face. When he hit the ground, he heard a light cracking sound.

The dark-haired boy quickly scrambled off the floor and began to undress, slowly though. He wanted to postpone whatever was going to happen next for as long as possible.

When his tie, shoes, and socks were off, Ron yelled, “Stop making me wait! If you want to finish yourself, I suggest you hurry up.”

From behind him, Ron could see the dark head of hair bob a bit indicating that Harry was nodding.

Harry then decided to take his glasses off. Once they were far enough away from his face, he could tell that they cracked when he hit the floor the second time.

After Harry set his glasses on his nightstand, he quickly pulled off the rest of his clothes until he was down to just his boxers.

With shaking hands, Harry reached for the waist band to pull them down when Ron spoke to him.

“Get down on your knees and turn around.” He demanded.

Harry released a sigh of relief as he hastily did as he was told. But once he was facing Ron again, he wished he could turn back around.

Ron was sitting on the edge of Harry's bed, legs spread out, wearing nothing but his boxers. There was a bulge there that was obviously an erection. He was looking at Harry with hatred in his eyes.

“Take my boxers off and suck me.” Ron commanded.

Harry absolutely did not want to do this and it wasn’t even because he’s straight. He’d figured out he was gay over the summer when he started having wet dreams about Sirius. He may have been Harry's godfather but he was still a very attractive man.

No, Harry didn’t want to do this because he had never done it before and if he screwed up, Ron would hurt him. He also knew that Ron wasn’t gay. He was just making him do this to humiliate him.

With his hands shaking, Harry reached out and pulled Ron's boxers off. But before he could do anything else, his head was once again pulled up by his hair.

“If you bite me, I’ll tear yours off.” Ron threatened. “Got it?”

Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. He might have answered verbally but he didn’t trust his voice at the moment.

When Ron released his head, Harry eyed the erection that was mere inches from his face. The first thing he noticed was that it wasn’t very big, maybe five inches in length and definitely smaller than his own. It seemed out of place with the rest of Ron's lanky body.

Again Harry was grabbed by the hair. This time hard enough to make him cry out. When he did, the head of Ron's cock slipped past his lips.

“I said suck it.” He said vehemently. The grip on Harry's hair loosened but didn’t let up entirely.

Against his will, Harry slowly started bobbing his head, reluctantly taking more of it into his mouth. Fortunately for him, it wasn’t as terrible as he thought it would be.

After a few minutes, the grip on his hair loosened a bit and Harry could hear Ron moaning above him. Then the hold on his hair tightened again.

“Take all of it Harry!” Ron said breathlessly, but angrily.

Harry relaxed his throat and sucked the entirety of the hard-on into his mouth. Surprisingly, it barely went farther than the back of his throat and was thin enough that it didn’t hurt him much.

Several minutes later, Harry's jaw was really starting to hurt and he thought the taste of Ron's cock was going to make him sick.

Finally, Ron pulled Harry away with a wet popping sound.

Harry gulped down fresh oxygen having not been able to breathe properly while having a cock shoved down his throat.

Unfortunately, Harry started celebrating it being over too soon.

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees.” Ron ordered once he’d calmed down a bit.

This was what Harry had been fearing. Not only did he not want to lose his virginity by being raped but he didn’t want to lose it to his best friend.

“No.” Harry said quietly.

“What?”

“I said no.” He said a bit louder.

Ron smacked him across the face again, making him lose his balance and fall over.

“You’re not in a position to be telling anyone what to do!” Ron yelled and then kicked Harry in the side. He then pulled him up by the hair and threw him on the bed.

“I don’t get you Harry. You listen to everyone else and follow them blindly but you won’t do one little thing that I ask you.” Ron said, mocking bewilderment. He had walked over to his trunk and pulled something out of it.

“Lie down on your stomach and take off your boxers.” He said and watched as Harry did so without a word.

“You wouldn’t listen, this is what you get.” Ron said before a stinging pain shot through Harry’s thighs.

Harry looked up to see what Ron had hit him with. In the other’s hand was a thick, wooden ruler. When his eyes widen, Ron brought the ruler down on his ass and listened to Harry's following scream.

Several spanks later, Harry was whimpering in pain while Ron was amused, and aroused, by it.

After one final smack with the ruler, Ron seemed bored with it and tossed back into his trunk. Then he crawled on the bed behind Harry and pulled the hangings shut, plunging them into semi-darkness.

“Get on your knees, now!” Ron demanded.

This time Harry obeyed the order he was given. He slowly raised himself onto his hands and knees, wincing and hissing in pain.

“Now that’s a good boy.” He said disdainfully. “See how much easier it is when you cooperate?”

A smack to his ass had Harry screaming hoarsely. He really didn’t like pain.

Harry waited for several moments for Ron to do something. Then he heard a small, wet pop and a spit slick finger slid between his cheeks.

Then the finger forced its way through his tight ring of muscles, making him cry out and his entire body tense up.

As the finger moved inside him Ron said, “Harry if you don’t relax, this will hurt much worse.” Then a second, dry, finger joined the first one.

The dark-haired boy tried his best to relax but he couldn’t. His body kept trying to push Ron's intruding fingers out of where they didn’t belong.

A moment later, a third finger was shoved inside him and Harry couldn’t stifle his scream. Then the fingers were removed and something bigger was prodding his entrance.

Without warning, Ron thrust himself fully into Harry and immediately set a fast, hard pace.

Harry's elbows buckled from the pain and he ended up face first in his pillow with tears soaking into it.

Above him Ron was grunting and moaning in time with his thrusting.

Harry was trying his best to block out the pain Ron was causing and the sounds he was making but he couldn’t once Ron starting talking.

“You’re so fucking tight Harry.” He groaned out.

“Please just stop. Please.” Harry whispered into his pillow even thought he knew Ron couldn’t hear him.

“I’m gunna cum already.” Ron said loudly. Then he stiffened as his spunk coated Harry's insides.

Ron then collapsed on top of Harry while he regained his breath.

After what felt like hours, the extra weight on Harry's body lifted and Ron went to the lavatory to clean up.

Five minutes later, Ron came back, got dressed and went back to the party.

Once Ron was gone, Harry went to the bathroom himself, turned on a showerhead and sat underneath it until the room was filled with steam and all of the fluid evidence was gone from his body.

When Harry deemed himself clean enough, which he didn’t really feel was clean enough, he left the shower and went to look at himself in the mirror.

First he checked his face to see if there were any bruises left there. But there weren’t. Then he turned around to see what his legs and butt looked like. Most of the softer blows had faded but there were a few dark purple strips across his cheeks.

Without dressing or cleaning his sheets, Harry crawled into bed, and cried himself to sleep.
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