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To Tame A Dragon	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and I make no profit from this story. The situations depicted in this work are by no means a reflection of the author's values nor does the author condone them.

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AN: Here is the second part of To Tame A Dragon. I had been thinking about what to do with this chapter for ages so when I finally got to sit down and work on it the words just kept pouring out. The first chapter focused on Harry, this chapter focuses on Draco and the next chapter will be about the two.
Betaed by the awesome fifteenfeb who puts up with my middle of the night emailing and gives me the most awesome pointers.
I own nothing.
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Confusion
Draco Malfoy tossed and turned on his four-poster bed in his private room in the Slytherin dungeon. His grey eyes were closed and his breath was ragged and labored.
“You little whore.”
His body was covered in sweat and his hands held the sheets in a death grip.
“You’re liking this, aren’t you?”
The pale body writhed under the covers and his back arched on its own.
“You’re nothing but a slut… look at how you’re moaning… I’ll give you something better to moan about…”
His mouth was open and panting, Draco’s small moans escaped him without restrain.
“Look at how hard you are down here… you really enjoy this, don’t you? ...You enjoy being beneath for a change, not having control over things.”
Another soft moan left him, his legs parted on their own accord and his hips gave little wanton thrusts into his hand.
“Let me hear you moan so wantonly, so shamefully… let me hear you come.”
And he came with earth shattering force, biting into his pillow to keep the sounds from getting too loud and exposing his dirty little secret. His eyes opened as his hand lifted before his face to reveal itself covered in his own spent. He was disgusted with himself, why could he not get those whispered words out of his head? Why did they make them so hard that he could not sleep until he had found release? Worse of all, why did he keep dreaming about what happened with Potter at the shack?
With a horrified expression, he briefly thought it was because all those words may have had a ringing of truth in them. Maybe he really did like to be treated in such a way. He was appalled and disgusted with the very idea that such a thing could even be possible. It was all lies; none of it could be true. It was Potter; Potter had done something to him to make him feel and behave this way, there was no other answer, he was a Malfoy and these thoughts were beneath him. It was all Potter’s fault.
The worse part about his ordeal was the fact that his release felt as if something was lacking. In his mind he knew he was not truly satisfied and that he needed something more. Malfoy did not even want to analyze what that something more was, he refused to go down that avenue of thought.
The Slytherin closed his eyes again and huffed in frustration as his mind was immediately assaulted by images of hard emerald eyes. Still, his eyes did not open as his mind supplemented images to accompany that of the green eyes. A hand rising in the air and the sound of a sharp smack as it came down upon his buttocks, lips slowly coming close to his rear and the sharp sting of teeth sinking into his soft flesh.
“Bloody hell!” Malfoy exclaimed in irritation. He was hard again and the prospect of getting any sleep this night as well was getting slimmer by the minute.
He had to do something to quench that nagging need in the pit of his stomach; this was the fifth time that week that he was unable to sleep and ended up jacking off in the middle of the night until sunrise. No matter how many times he did, it seems like it was never enough and he needed to sleep. There was only so much a concealment charm could do for dark circles under the eyes.
That was it. He needed some rest. Despite his unwillingness to use sleep aid potions to achieve his goal, he went to his trunk and retrieved a vial of Dreamless Sleep Potion, there was no way he could get to sleep through the remainder of the night without it. Soon, his eyes began to become heavy and his body relaxed on the bed, his mind drifted into unconsciousness and he fell intoa dreamless sleep for the first time in days.
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Days came and went, the uncertainty of his mind rising as they passed. His head could not wrap around the reason why he kept having those dreams, why they had begun to bleed into his waking thoughts and invade his fantasies. Most of all, why the notion of what Potter had done to him and the words he had whispered onto his ear made him hard and wanting. It was preposterous to think that he might actually had enjoyed it, that he was beginning to crave such a thing to happen again, there was no way any of it was true.
Still, even during classes, when his mind wandered off, green eyes haunted him and those filthy words accosted his mind.
He was going crazy, he was sure of it. There was no other way to make sense of the situation he found himself in. Thus, he had been avoiding Potter ever since he had made it back to the castle from the shack. His friends at the inquisitorial squad might get suspicious if he did not do something to the golden boy soon, but he honestly did not want to face him.
There was excitement about the Quidditch match that day and his friends all jeered and mocked the Gryffindors about their beloved Seeker being banned from playing. He joined in on the fun and made the usual superior remarks, especially every time he came across the Weasley, he should have kept his mouth shut.
Obviously, the ginger traitor had run off and cried at Potter’s feet. The very next day, somehow Potter had found him when he was alone patrolling the hallways at night. He had not even seen the other boy until it was too late, thanks to that bloody invisibility cape of his. How did Potter know where he was? More important, how did he know he was alone? Malfoy would never know. But one moment he was rounding a corner into one of the dungeon’s many hallways and the next he had Potter’s hand wrapped around his neck very tight and his body pressing Malfoy’s onto the wall.
His mouth opened to say something as his brow furrowed in anger but as soon as it did, that hand on his neck tightened its grip. Draco understood rather quickly what that meant, speak and I will choke you.
Those penetrating green eyes looked directly into his as if waiting for some sort of answer. With a resigned nod, he showed he understood and the hand loosened its grip from his neck allowing him to breathe easier. Lips came crashing onto his and he gasped at the unexpected action from his nemesis. Potter, in turn, took advantage of the gasp to deepen the kiss and invade Draco’s mouth with his tongue. Draco had no idea what to do, how to retaliate or how to cope with what was happening. So, without really thinking, he bit down on the invading tongue. He felt Harry pull away from his mouth and saw the anger in his face moments before he felt the sting of teeth biting his lower lip, he was not about to try biting again. For all his superiority complex, he knew that he could not physically overpower the other boy and his wand was nowhere near his hand, having been thrown to the floor away from him as soon as he had been pinned to the wall.
Draco Malfoy felt powerless and fear invaded his body, making him shake as he realized he kind of liked it.
‘God this is so messed up.’ He thought as he felt the hand holding his wrists above his head tighten while the one that was around his neck trail down his body until it began a battle with his pant’s belt.
He felt the fabric of his pants slide down his legs and fall upon the floor. His underwear was hastily pulled down and rested above his knees and his body was turned around to face the cold dungeon wall. Fingers prodded his entrance and all too soon, he felt the blunt head poking into his opening. Fear of being found out by another Slytherin, kept him from crying out at the intrusion and the sting of pain that accompanied it. In one quick motion, Harry drove completely into him and seconds after, began pounding his rear without mercy. One hand still held his hands over his head while the other held onto his slim waist, his face turned to bite into his own arm to keep his whimpers and shameful moans to a minimum. To know he was actually getting off on being forcibly taken by someone he hated was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced.
Several minutes later, he felt Potter speed up his thrusts and knew the other boy was close. He was close too but not as close as Potter seemed to be, thankfully his most hated rival at least had the decency of giving him the courtesy of a reach around. The hand that had held his hips in place had gone to his front to stroke his aching flesh in the same pace as the pounding into his ass.
They came at the same time, he felt himself spilt onto the hand at his front while Harry filled him with warm cum. He had never been more disgusted with himself or more confused about his own body and desires.
Potter pulled out, still not letting go of his hands, and Malfoy thanked all deities in heaven that it was over. He let out a breath of relief as he thought that maybe the green-eyed Gryffindor would leave him be and he could go nurse the wounds to his pride by accosting some Hufflepuff First Year. But before that slightly larger body separated completely from his own, he felt something cold and round pressing onto his entrance and a mouth hovering above his ear.
“A gift from last night’s match, Ron told me it was all you talked about every time you saw a Gryffindor pass by so I thought you would like it. After all, what Seeker would not like to have the Snitch from a game, right? I bet you were pretty disappointed I couldn’t play in the match seeing as my name was the only one to leave your mouth every time you would speak of the game. You can have it, even if I was not the one to catch it.” With that, Harry Potter left, disappearing into the darkness and leaving him standing there shocked and with his pants on the floor.
He almost fainted when he realized the bastard had pushed the Snitch so far inside him there was no way he could get it out quick and would have to do it in the privacy of his room. Draco changed quickly and practically ran back into the Slytherin dorm; as soon as he reached his room, he locked the door behind him and set about getting the golden sphere out of his body, moaning and panting as he tried to reach it.
He should have tossed it away and never want to see that particular Snitch in his entire life but for some reason he did not understand, he instead placed in under lock and key in a small cherry wood box in his trunk.
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Did the part with the Snitch surprise you? If so I have done my job well. I bet none of you saw that one coming.
Let me know what you think.
Also, I am aware the way Draco is reacting is in no way what a sane/normal person would be feeling after what he has gone through, please do not make it into an 'anti-rape' campain... I had enough of that in AO3. Let's remember this is fanfiction and doesnt have to reflect real life.
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