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Loyalties	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: Mad thanks for the nice reviews! I have a new chapter for you. Sorry, the boys are a bit rough in this, but its all in good fun... I may just enjoy beating them up a bit >_> Looks like there will be at least two more chapters after this (I'm terrible at keeping word count down). Enjoy!
CH2
Draco awoke blearily, the crackling of torches pulling him from his sleep. He ached everywhere. But it was a strangely delicious manner, as if he had been stoned with marshmallows instead of heavy rocks.
Slowly the numbness faded and he gained enough awareness to realize that he was in the hospital wing, and all alone.
The windows were pitch black, and Draco quickly rose from the bed hoping to keep the night on his side.
Oh, yes, he was sore. He pushed aside his hospital gown, examining the bruises and bandaged wounds on his perfect body. The beast rose up in him, reminding Draco that he had some hunting to do.
*****
A group of Ravenclaw fifth years, up early in preparation for study, entered the Great Hall for breakfast. They were greeted with the sight of four very nude seventh year Slytherins hanging upside down from the ceiling. Their faces were bright red either from embarrassment or the settling of blood.
The Slytherins did not scream, or cry for help, nor did they move. If not for the motion of their eyes, eyelids unblinkingly open, the Ravenclaws would have thought they were dead. Since they weren't dead, and the four Slytherins each had a distinct mark burned onto their arm among the many bruises and slashes all over each body, the Ravenclaws sat down at their usual table and began to eat.
An hour later the Great Hall was a roar of commotion, students speculating who could have stuck the whole Slytherin seventh and six year classes all over the castle. And what the children must have done to deserve to be so humiliated.
The other members of the sixth and seventh year Slytherin dorms had been stripped as well, but they were hung right side up and in less visible place. Much like surprising mistletoe, haunting doorways and classrooms at every turn. None of them could move, and all of their eyes had been forced open so that they had to see everyone that saw them.
The teachers were trying to get them free and having little luck at it.
Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle had been the unlucky four in the Great Hall, to hang above while every person who came to eat could see them and laugh at the suggestive positions they had been left in. They must have made someone very angry, Ron thought, and with a laugh he silently thanked whoever had gotten revenge.
Harry, mildly amused by the new decorations, didn't linger with the rest of the students, reminding his friends that they had Potions and Snape would be in an extra foul mood. Not wanting to be late and becoming the scapegoats for Snape's anger, the seventh year Gryffindors quickly gathered their things and filed out of the Hall.
On reaching the Potions classroom, locked until Snape deemed himself ready, they all had to wonder what they would do since they shared the class with the Slytherin seventh years, and each were now missing a partner.
“Do you think they were real?” Hermione asked her two friends quietly, referring to the dark marks clearly seen on the four Slytherins in the Great Hall. All the other students stumbled upon didn't have the mark aligning them to Voldemort. It became a wonder if the prankster had placed the mark on them when hanging the four. Or if the four Slytherins had been singled out because they had those very marks.
“They're real,” Harry said with certainty. He had seen the mark enough to know, and even though quite fresh, they were real.
Ron nodded in agreement. “I'm surprised Malfoy wasn't hanging up there with the rest. Did anyone find him yet? I bet anything they stuck him on the goalpost in the quidditch field.”
“Not bad, Weasley. It's quite fitting since I'm always kicking your ass in the sport.” Draco spoke up behind Ron, causing the boy to whirl in shock.
“You're free! How are you free?”
Draco smiled darkly. “Wasn't caught in the first place.” Before Ron could grill him with a million questions, the Potions classroom door flew open. Snape towered in the doorway, his expression grim.
“I would ask that you children refrain from commenting on the new addition to our class. Those remaining students will complete the day's work alone, until this crisis can be remedied. I will be busy brewing a solution to the sticking charms in Lab 2. Refrain from disturbing me or destroying the classroom.” His voice a dark purr, Snape stalked back into the room, giving no glance to the nude Nott stuck on the wall, and retreated through the connecting door.
“Hey there, Nott,” Draco said cheerfully, waving to the boy stuck to the dead center of Snape's chalkboard. 'How's it hanging? Oh wait... I can see. Not much for hanging, is there?” He smiled viciously and took his seat, pulling out his notes from his bag.
Seamus, ignoring all Slytherin Gryffindor protocol, bounced over to Draco and asked demandingly. “How'd you do it, Malfoy?”
Draco flipped through his notes, hardly sparing him a glance. “If you mean my potion, I suggest you ask Potter since he is my partner in this one. Although, I do frown on cheating,” he added.
Ron scoffed, and the rest of the Gryffindors crowded over to Draco's seat. “Only when it's not your friends. And I have to say, it looks like you don't have many friends at all if you're hanging them all on the walls in the buff.”
Draco placed his papers down, looking up in mock innocence. “You can't possibly think that I had anything to do with that? Not when all my friends and housemates have been attacked in such a crude, and very violent way. It seems more a barbaric Gryffindor prank.”
“Like anyone here could have done that. And all in one night?” Hermione added knowingly. “You're the only one I know that could have pulled that off.”
“Oh, what about Potter?” Draco pointed out. “He actually has a motive, too, since the quidditch cup match is coming up against Slytherin.”
Harry nodded. “I could have done it. But I wouldn't have. I'm just not that brutal.” He gave Draco a searching look, and then took his seat next to the blond. Draco measured him right back, quickly reminded that Potter had shown potential of having his own beast sleeping inside on many an occasion.
Still... Potter was just too much of a goody-goody. As hot as Potter was with his messy dark hair, glowing green eyes and lush mouth, Draco just couldn't imagine the boy having the nerve to molest him when the opportunity was available. Learning how to dress properly and ditching his nerdy glasses didn't mean Potter knew anything about fucking.
Draco had ruled out Slytherins on principle alone, along with Hufflepuffs. That left Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, and Draco was rightfully rooting for the former. It was bad enough that he was in the predicament he was in with his housemates. Draco did not need anything else to make him a target.
Although he had little worry that his dear classmates would be attacking him anytime soon. Not unless the teachers were able to counter his time release seal that would free the Slytherins days after graduation. A good month away.
“If you lot will excuse us, I can't concentrate on my work when you're hovering.” Draco stood, those closest forced to step back, and he made his way to the storage closet. The other students rambled after with their ingredients list just in case Snape came around and started hexing.
Harry was busy preparing the next round of ingredients when Draco had enough time to relax and look around the room for signs of his mystery boy. He looked for those a little taller than him, and with hair not too closely cropped, but not too long either.
Thankfully the Weasel King was taller than anyone in the room, and Draco was saved that suicide.
Finnigan was about the right height, and he had been letting his hair grow out lately. Draco didn't sense anything from him though. And his beast had no recollection of another soul dwelling in the rambunctious boy. Draco glanced at Seamus's hands, trying to picture if they were like the other boy's. His nails were a bit too short, and Draco gladly crossed him off his mental list of candidates.
“Hey, Malfoy,” Harry whispered, leaning into Draco's shoulder while chopping a long root. “For real, are you okay? You're covered in bruises and you walked in here with a limp.”
Draco glanced over in surprise. Spending most of his time hunting and capturing his classmates, Draco had only bothered to heal the obvious wounds on his face. Potter had been the only one to notice, everyone else preoccupied with Draco actually being there and not stuck to the ceiling.
Eyes straying to the blade flashing in precise slices, Draco peered closer to see what Harry's fingernails looked like. They were long enough to dig into his back...
“Is there a reason you're sniffing my neck, Malfoy?” Harry asked, turning amused eyes to Draco.
Draco hadn't caught any familiar scent, and his beast was currently denying any signs of a beast in Potter. Although... Draco was well aware that Potter had one. He had sensed it quite clearly when Draco's had woken up the first time two years ago.
Narrowing his eyes at the confused look he was getting, Draco asked a question of his own. “How tall are you, Potter?”
“Oh... I don't know. A bit more than you, I'd say,” Harry said smugly, turning back to his work. Draco glared and turned away, more than happy that the obnoxious Gryffindor could not be the one.
*****
It wasn't until afternoon, and Draco was roaming the halls making sure he said hello to all the Slytherins currently hanging in the castle, that he caught the scent. His beast roared up immediately in recognition, and Draco had to grab the wall to keep from stumbling as his knees went weak.
Whoever the fuck he was, Draco's body responded in ways it never had before and it left him momentarily stunned. By the time he pulled himself together and made it to the hallway the scent was drifting from, a mass of students getting out of their last class was broiling about. Draco's nose couldn't discern up from down with all the people.
Cursing, he stomped around for a bit and to his shock, a little dribble of scent reached him and he held on, quickly rounding corners and students, only to smack right into Hermione Granger, knocking them both to the ground.
“Shit!” Draco snarled, rubbing his forehead with one hand, and helping the girl up with the other. “Did anyone else go by here just now?”
“If they did, they went around me,” Hermione retorted sharply, pulling her bag up and checking the contents for anything broken. “Honestly Malfoy, all the Slytherins are tied up. There's no one left to be chasing you.”
Draco focused on the girl instead of walking off like he had intended. “And just what do you know of Slytherins chasing me, Granger?” he asked, warning clear in his voice.
Hermione tossed her head back, hardly intimidated. “I know they beat the crap out of you last night, and you stuck them to the walls in retaliation. They've been plotting your downfall ever since that article was printed about your father. Not all of us are completely daft to inter-house politics.”
Not satisfied, but not in the mood to talk with the girl either, Draco just shrugged. “As long as Potter doesn't have it in his thick skull that he can try and save me, or some rot. I don't need your help.”
“Clearly.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Although, if we were to help, we would have had better results than a beating and humiliation. And no one would have found the bodies until we were ready for them to be released. The professors are bound to get them down eventually.”
Draco resisted the childish urge to stick his tongue out at the girl. “Whatever, Granger. Public humiliation suits my needs much more than torture and information. Whenever they're cut loose they'll still be expelled for the mark, and their families will be ousted in the papers long before that time comes. If it all goes well, the four of them will be disowned... Not that I'm admitting to any part in the matter. I'm just quite content with the outcome.” Draco smiled at the thought and then brushed past the girl.
The scent had completely disappeared and Draco scowled at the realization that Granger had made him lose it. Bloody Gryffindors.
Decided, he changed directions and headed toward the library where he would be sure to have his fill of Ravenclaws to sort through. Hopefully the boy he was looking for would be there.
*****
It was late when Draco finally dragged himself to the Great Hall for dinner. The room was practically deserted, except for the Gryffindor quidditch team, who had been practicing that evening.
Draco sat as far away from the group as possible. But without the other Slytherins to create the proper intimidating atmosphere, little deterred the Gryffindors from picking up their plates and sitting down around him at the table.
Draco's annoyance was kept in check by the sudden, intense appearance of the scent. He sat at attention, looking at the faces of the boys all smiling at him.
“Not to be a bother, Malfoy, but would you mind telling us how you stuck them up like that?” Seamus asked brightly, pointing his fork up to the ceiling where the four Slytherins still hung suspended above. The teachers had tried to at least cover them up, but Peeves had floated up and stolen the sheets the instant the professors had left the room. “Malfoy?”
Draco showed no signs of hearing, his eyes moving to each boy as he realized they were all saturated in the scent. How, he could only guess, and his lust addled mind immediately jumped to Gryffindor orgy on the quidditch field.
A more reasonable explanation was that the source of the scent had dosed them all in passing... Or that the source was at the table, and the scent was so strong it was overpowering everything else.
“Malfoy, are you okay?” Harry touched his shoulder, causing Draco to jump and lock his eyes on the tanned hand. Streaked in dirt, it smelled like sweat and endorphins, and Draco calmly asked his beast if it remembered it. It did not.
Draco was sure he did though... He grabbed Harry's hand to sniff suspiciously. Nothing... but... Uncertain, Draco licked the palm questioningly.
Ron growled and stood, his fist pulled back ready to punch, but Harry held him off with a look. “There is plenty of food if you're that hungry, Malfoy,” Harry said carefully. The Gryffindors chuckled awkwardly, but Draco didn't react, still staring at Harry's hand.
Brows furrowed, Draco licked again, running his mouth against the ridges that seemed very familiar... But still, he couldn't get a clear read. Deciding there was nothing more to it, he sunk his teeth in and bit down hard. Harry moaned in surprise, his palm dripping scarlet that Draco immediately recognized.
“Potter, you wanking bastard!” Draco snarled, standing and roughly pulling Harry across the table and wrenching his hair. This time when Draco sniffed the boy's sweat soaked neck a very familiar scent answered him.
Harry smiled sheepishly, not pulling away from the painful grip on his hair. “Well, I couldn't make it easy on you, could I?”
“I had to draw blood to tell! That is beyond unfair!”
“Oh, like you give a shit about anything fair.” Harry tilted his head back, his smile enticing. “I should remind you that my friends are going to kick the crap out of you if you don't let go of me soon.”
Draco glared unconcernedly at Harry's wary teammates, and then jumped onto the table. He hauled Harry up with him, still holding him by the thick chocolate hair.
“I should have known, Potter. I would have if you hadn't disguised yourself! I am very pissed off at you right now.”
Harry panted, turning his head in the cruel grasp. “Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
Draco paused, licking his lips as his beast made many lust crazed suggestion. Harry was dusty from the field, dripping in sweat and smelling of fresh air. Twisting in Draco's hold, the boy was damn delectable. “I am... going to make sure you can't ever disguise yourself from me again,” Draco said finally, remembering that they had an audience.
Harry laughed and leaned in, whispering in Draco's ear. “The only way to do that is to mate with me. Surely thats just a bit too much for your sensible, self-serving ways, Malfoy.”
Staring expressionlessly at Harry's mischievousness green eyes, Draco let the boy go abruptly, hands falling to his sides in defeat.
He would not be a pawn to Dumbledore, not even for Harry. Not even if his beasts were screaming at Draco to claim the infuriating boy for his own.
Draco climbed down from the table, sending an uninterested look at his barely touched dinner. Curling up in bed feeling miserable sounded like a good idea at the moment, and stepping around the confused Gryffindors, Draco headed for the door.
“Oi! Don't tell me you're giving up that fucking easy!” Harry shouted after him, scrambling from the table. Ron grabbed his arm, but Harry shook him off with a glare and ran after Draco. He caught up with the blond right outside the doors.
“Come on, Malfoy,” Harry insisted, grabbing Draco's hand. “You're supposed to be smart.”
Draco whirled, anger twisting his features. “Do not tell me that choosing sides is smart, you pompous—!”
Barking in laughter, Harry pinned Draco effortlessly to the wall by his shoulders. “I had the pleasure of hearing your loyalties first hand. Why don't you try asking mine?” Harry breathed tauntingly into Draco's ear.
Draco struggled uselessly against the uncommonly strong grasp. He might win if he let his beast loose, but the creature was very much interested in fucking, not fighting. Snarling, Draco stopped moving, instead growling low at Harry.
“Why bother when you are so fucking deep in his pocket you can't find your way out!”
“I would have said the same of you, of a different wizard, just yesterday,” Harry reminded soothingly. “Perhaps you should ask me, just in case.”
Draco huffed, staring at Harry suspiciously. “Fine. Who the fuck do you serve?”
“No one.” Harry said bluntly. “Honestly Malfoy, do you think any beast could stand to take orders from anyone?” he asked, face slowly nuzzling into Draco's neck and breathing deep.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling Harry like he had when chained, flesh against flesh, scent strong in his nose, power radiating from the hard body before him. It was intoxicating... maddening... and he felt very dizzy and very hard all at once.
Harry released Draco's shoulders, hands tugging at the blond's shirt and pulling it free from his belt. Those same, rough hands were suddenly on Draco's waist and moving up his back, touching desperately as if they had been apart years instead of less than half a day.
But this time Draco wasn't chained. Growling, he grabbed Harry's hips and twisted, slamming the infuriating boy up against the wall. “You're a fucking asshole, Potter,” Draco snapped, before crushing his mouth onto Harry's ripe lips, biting viciously as Harry dug nails into his back and clawed down.
Draco tore at Harry's t shirt, the cotton stretching and then ripping down the front. He kissed down the flesh of the chest revealed, licking and sucking and biting while Harry groaned, head lolling against the wall in surrender.
“Crap, crap... fucking hell!”
Draco snarled, looking up to find that Harry's friends had thought to follow. “Potter... get them the fuck out of here,” he demanded, voice hoarse with want.
Harry opened his eyes blearily, focusing on his quidditch teammates staring at him with a mix of horror and amusement, and dare he say, a fair bit of lust.
“You heard the sexy git. Get lost,” Harry said, grabbing the back of Draco's neck and kissing the boy deeply. Blood had appeared from somewhere, and Harry licked at the corner of Draco's mouth, chasing the metallic flavor.
“Potter, fuck... Stop...” Draco growled, pushing the boy back against the wall again, his body tight and bristling as their audience refused to leave. “Either they leave, or I do.”
Harry gave an exasperated breath, nudging Draco's face to the side so he could glare behind him properly. “What? What the fuck do you want? I'm busy.”
Ron, looking green and extremely uncomfortable, shook his head slowly. “You were very clear, Harry. Hermione and I were to keep you from... Well, from exactly what you're doing. Three years ago we promised that if you lost your shit and started kissing, and or beating, Malfoy we would stop you.”
“Oh... right.” Harry licked his lips thoughtfully, turning his gaze to Draco's very angry silver eyes. “I was pretty sure you were a Death Eater, Malfoy. It had seemed like the reasonable thing to do at the time.”
“For the last three years? Three years you've been calling for me?”
Harry shrugged, his eyes darkening. “Like I told you last night. Some of us have a hell of a lot more control.”
“That means you woke it up that day, Potter. It might have slept forever without someone calling. You're the fucking reason I've been losing my god damn mind the last two years. Fuck!” Draco pushed away, glaring at the extremely gorgeous asshole that always seemed to find a way to ruin his life.
“Do you even realize what a fucking monster this thing is in my head? I nearly killed those fuckers!” He pointed to the Great Hall doors and the students hanging from the ceiling unseen behind them.
Harry smiled savagely, stalking forward and grabbing Draco by the biceps. “I am fucking aware.” He kissed Draco again, ferociously, and then started nipping down the boy's chin and throat with hard, heated bites.
“Shit, Potter... I'm still angry with you!” Draco moaned, even as Harry pulled him into his embrace, Draco's body trapped against his.
“Ha, you're so fucking hot when you're angry...”
Ron, now a very distinct shade of white, tapped Harry on his shoulder. “I'll stun you if I have to, Har.”
“Weasley, get the fuck out of here before I maim you!” Draco snarled, turning Harry so that he was behind him and then rounding on Ron. “We are having an important conversation. Stop interrupting!” Draco glared at the group of Gryffindors, Ron sick and the rest laughing. “Fuck off!”
Seamus, wiping tears from his eyes, grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him away. “Clearly Harry doesn't need your help, Ron. Nor Malfoy, for that matter. Let's go.” Ron resisted, looking torn. They had promised.
Harry grabbed Draco from behind, hands slipping under the blond's shirt while he kissed up the side of his neck. Ron really did not want to see this, especially with the way Draco was throwing his head back, leaning against Harry and panting. He decided he would find Hermione and figure out what to do from there.
“They're gone...” Harry murmured into Draco's throat, his hands seeking out Draco's nipples and squeezing hard. Draco cried out, hips thrusting forward for contact that wasn't there. Harry pulled Draco back tighter against his body, rubbing his hard erection against the boy's ass.
“Potter... we still need to talk...” Draco could barely speak, his body achingly hot everywhere Harry touched.
“Later,” Harry insisted, running his hand down the front of Draco's pants and pressing his palm into the bulge growing there.
“Noo... fuck... oh fuck...” Draco's knees gave way, and he would have fallen if Harry hadn't supported him. Suddenly he was being turned, Harry throwing him over a shoulder as if he weighed nothing at all. Draco shook his head, trying to understand what was happening as Harry carried him down the corridor, the boy's hand squeezing his ass as he walked.
Draco caught the faces of a group of third years, hands over their mouths to keep from laughing as Harry walked by with a cheeky smile. “Put me down, you ass!” Draco hissed, only to have Harry smack his behind smartly in reply. “You fucking git!”
“Almost there... Unless you'd prefer I take you right on the Great Hall doors?” Harry asked, smirking mischievously. “We can always go back.”
“So help me, I am going to tear you to fucking pieces.” Draco snarled, his claws growing in response to his anger and biting into Harry's shoulders. Draco watched as Harry's eyes widened, pupils dilating and lips parting.
Harry stopped, lifted Draco back to the ground, and snapped him up against the wall. “I am going to fucking destroy you.” Harry growled, looking down into the blazing eyes before him.
Draco smirked, and suddenly sliced his hand across Harry's face, four slashes of red appearing from cheek over nose and forehead back to cheek. Harry's green eyes were near glowing against the scarlet as he glowered down at Draco.
Harry grabbed both of Draco's wrists, pinning them painfully in his grip. “You are very good at that,” he said heatedly, tongue peeking out to taste the small drips as they reached his mouth.
“You know what you're really fucking good at, Potter? Sucking dick.” Draco pushed forward with all his strength and Harry went flying back stumbling, landing in a crouch before he could hit the opposite wall of the hallway. He was smiling, fingers gingerly touching the torn flesh of his face and then licking the blood off his hand.
“Glad you enjoyed it. I have a feeling you're going to like what comes next even better.” With that Harry straightened, strode forward, and slugged Draco across the cheek. Dazed, Draco did not resist the hard kiss that quickly followed, grinding him back painfully into the wall.
Then Harry was gone, pulling Draco by the collar of his shirt and dragging him down the hallway. Moments later Draco was pushed against a door, slamming forcefully and then falling backwards as it opened. Draco twisted, doing his best not to crack his head against the stone floor.
Glaring up from his sprawl on the floor, Draco took in Harry's dusty jeans, torn shirt, and bleeding, grinning face. Harry slowly shut the door behind him, walking deliberately towards Draco. Seeing an opening, Draco kicked his foot out, wrapping his legs around Harry's feet and dragging him to the ground.
Eyes wide, Harry windmilled and fell heavily. Not having enough time to brace himself, he landed hard on his shoulder, nearly elbowing Draco in the process. Draco snarled and grabbed Harry's arm, twisting back and pushing the Gryffindor's bleeding face brutally against the stone floor.
“Three fucking years. Why the fuck didn't you say something sooner, you pain in the ass?” Draco demanded, leaning forward and biting Harry's ear hard. “Have you been hiding your scent this whole fucking time too?”
Harry groaned, Draco's tongue on his cheek licking at the cuts there. “I thought you were His, Malfoy. I wasn't ever going to touch you. Then your father flipped sides, and... fuck... and I saw the Slytherins carrying you... And I couldn't fucking stop myself.”
Draco growled, biting Harry again. “And your scent? Tell me!”
“Yes! I was... I was trying to be considerate, you slimy git. When you tried to beat me into the quidditch field I felt you wake up and respond. It wasn't fair to you, so I charmed my scent ever since to keep you sane.”
Harry was starting to gather his strength again, and he began pushing back against Draco's weight, lifting himself from the ground. He pushed the blond boy away, meeting the angry glare from where Draco knelt and waited.
“I should have taken you when I had the chance last night. Should have made you mine and never offered a fucking choice...” Harry grabbed his head, growling into his arm. “But I am in control of that part of me.”
“You're an ass,” Draco grumbled, carefully combing his blond locks into place as he processed what Harry had said. Not only had Potter woken up his beast, but he had then proceeded to hide the mating call from Draco for two years. Considering the fucking pain in the ass the beast had been without the call, Draco had to wonder what the idiotic Gryffindor had been going through with the call.
Harry reached forward and grabbed Draco's arm, pulling the startled boy down on top of him. “I've been waiting a long time, Draco. I need you.”
“Too fucking bad,” Draco hissed. “I didn't know it was you last night. I have no interest in mating with you.”
Harry ignored him, tangling fingers through Draco's hair and kissing the boy hungrily. Draco struggled and bit back, gravity working against him as Harry wrapped his arm around his shoulders and held tight. Harry's other arm pinned Draco's hips down. Then Harry's knee nudged between his thighs and the boy's leg pressed against Draco's hard length determinedly.
“Stop—I'm going to kill you... oh...” Harry continued to kiss Draco, tongue driving into the gasping mouth, slowly muffling the furious resistance. He rolled them, Harry's body crushing Draco into the ground, hands free to strip the boy's shirt off.
“You still have my bites,” Harry pointed out, fingers brushing over the dark red marks he had left on Draco's skin. “You had to know, even then, that you were mine.”
“Shut the fuck up. I'm not yours. I'm not anyone's.” Draco pushed at Harry's shoulders, but the boy didn't budge.
“You are. You are fucking mine...” Harry ran his palms over Draco's sides and then bit fingers in hard until the pale boy moaned and arched. “One taste and I knew. One fucking taste of your skin and blood when you punched me in the mouth three years ago. Every god damn moment since, I have been fucking insane for you, Draco.”
“You're just insane... in general...” Draco whimpered, Harry roughly twisting his nipple, then licking his hot mouth down over the flesh, only to pinch again harder.
“Little prat.” Harry began biting down Draco's chest and stomach, wrenching at the boy's hips and tearing at the clasp and fly to Draco's pants once removing the belt. Draco was still mumbling about hating Harry and wanting to kill him, but his body was readily responding to his touch, hips raising to allow Harry to pull his pants and briefs down and off his legs.
Without hesitating, Harry licked his palm and wrapped his fingers around Draco's long smooth cock, stroking it to full arousal.
Draco cried out, fingers curling into fists on Harry's shoulders, hips bucking into the touch. “No... oh fuck, don't...” He scrabbled at Harry's back, tearing at the ripped tee and pulling it off in shreds. “I am not... yours...”
Harry laughed lowly, gripping Draco's jaw and pulling the boy's gaze to his. “Tell that to the pretty mark you left on my face.”
Draco swallowed, very much finding the claiming slashes on Harry's face beautiful and belonging to the handsome boy. “...Fuck you, Potter.”
Harry pushed Draco's chest down flat on the floor. “Maybe after I fuck you first.” He pulled Draco's knees up, pushing them until the boy was spread out and exposed before him. Then hands following down the smooth thighs, he sought out Draco's pink entrance and began probing.
“Damn it... oh, wait just a fucking second... fuck... oh gods...” Draco thrashed as two long fingers breached him, Harry managing some sort of lubricating spell at just the right moment.
This was not over. Draco would beat the crap out of the smug, infuriating Gryffindor. But... but his beast was very loud and winning... so first he would see to that deal of burying and his ass...
“Shit... how are you so tight again?” Harry grunted, nuzzling his face in Draco's neck and sucking thoroughly as he fucked the tight boy with his fingers. Draco was digging claws into his back, whispering something about hurrying the fuck up, and damn if Harry was going to argue about it.
Harry quickly undid his own fly, pushing his jeans and underwear down his thighs, and pulling the aching boy's hips to him. He pressed experimentally against Draco's entrance, feeling the flesh yield. Draco's hands were suddenly grasping his forearms, and Harry looked up, meeting the intense silver glare.
Licking his lips, Harry slowly pressed forward, watching as Draco's mouth parted in a silent moan. He could feel Draco's flesh loosening and opening to him, tight and burning hot as Harry delved in excruciatingly slow.
Draco found his voice, crying out lowly as his channel was spread wide and filled completely, Harry pushing in with small, shallow thrusts until entirely entrenched inside. Tears were stinging his eyes and Draco wasn't sure if it was from pain or the extremely intimate feeling overtaking him from Harry being buried so deep and fully. He gasped for air, trying to find some sort of semblance around the unbearable fullness.
“Fuck... look at you.” Harry murmured, pushing Draco's silky hair off the boy's face, and running fingers across the gasping, pink lips. “Yesss... you're mine. I can see it in your face, Draco. Your body... your entire beautiful body is telling me...” He kissed Draco's bottom lip, and then tugged, teeth nipping until blood ran.
Draco shuddered, unable to look away from Harry's possessive gaze. At that moment he was certain Harry was right and Draco most surely belonged to him. Unwilling to admit it, Draco rocked his hips to distract, and then groaned, the feeling overwhelming from the movement.
“Oh... hell.” Harry's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, Draco clenching around him. He couldn't stop himself from pulling back and thrusting deep. Draco sobbed in his ear and Harry did it again, wanting to hear the boy cry and beg and finally admit that Draco was his.
Draco was so tight, hot and slick, and Harry couldn't take it any longer. He braced an arm on the floor, gripped Draco's hip tighter, and began to steadily pump into the gasping boy. Claws biting into his back, a leg thrown over his shoulder, Draco held onto him, no longer resisting. Instead he urgently started pushing back into each thrust, helping to bury Harry in deeper.
“That's it... fuck, Draco...” Their ragged breathing was loud in the room, broken by the wet sound of Harry's cock driving in and out of Draco's slickness. Draco's aching cries and gasps echoed dully as Harry thoroughly fucked the boy and made him his.
Harry held back as long as he could, wanting Draco to feel every moment, every inch, and never forget that this was how he belonged. Under him... opened to him... begging and pleading for more...
“Please... oh please...” Draco cried again, his body arching, head thrown back to reveal his long pale neck. “Don't stop... please...”
Harry grinned viciously, biting the boy's shoulder. “Never... fucking... stopping...”
“Harry... please... oh, fuck... please...” Draco whimpered, a low desperate sound, and grabbed Harry's hair. “Bite... hard...”
Harry glanced up at the boy and then stared, catching the look of pure, agonizing torment on Draco's face. That would prove Draco was his. That would show anyone that fucking looked at the sexy prat that he belonged to Harry.
“Tell me you're mine,” Harry demanded, thrusting harder into Draco.
“Fuck you!” Draco choked out, head lolling to the side. He wrapped his free leg around Harry's waist and rolled his hips, trying to get very needed pressure onto his aching erection.
Harry glared, and with utter, terrible restraint stopped all motion. He grabbed Draco's arms and pinned them to each side of the boy's head. “You are fucking insufferable. Tell me!”
Draco, hips bucking, laughed. “Make me.” He forced his head up, meeting Harry's narrowed eyes. “Come on, Potter. Fucking make me.”
“Arrogant fucking pain in the ass!” Harry disentangled himself from Draco's sweat soaked delicious body and stood, grabbing Draco by the waist and hauling him along. Harry kicked his jeans off all the way and took a quick look around the dusty classroom.
Draco squawked as he was pushed roughly across the room and into the heavy teacher's desk, the desk's lip biting into his thighs. Harry painfully grabbed the back of his head and forced Draco's face down into the wood, kicking his long legs wide as he bent the boy over.
“Alright, let's try this again,” Harry snapped, smacking Draco painfully across his raised bare ass. “Who do you belong to?” He ran his hand softly over where he had just hit, touching the burning spot softly as he waited for Draco to answer.
“I am... going to... fucking kill you...” Draco panted out, fighting and failing to get his head off the desk under Harry's hold.
Harry slapped him again, this time on the other cheek to leave matching marks. He pressed forward, rubbing his dripping erection against the stinging flesh, smiling when Draco moaned. “I'm waiting...”
“You fucking... son of a whore...” Draco closed his eyes as Harry smacked him again, trying to understand why he was so achingly hard. But he was, Harry's continuous soft touch over the numb, heated flesh making Draco press back and spread his legs wider.
Harry noticed, nostrils flaring and eyes narrowing as Draco tried to get more contact. “You are so unbelievably hot right now... Fuck, Draco. Just tell me so I can claim you.”
“I have told you... I don't belong... to anyone...”
“Gods fucking damn stubborn foul mouthed sexy prat...” Muttering angrily, Harry lined himself up with Draco's entrance and surged forward, keeping Draco flat against the desk as he began to ream the infuriating boy he had fallen for. “You are going to... fucking tell me... or I am going to... fuck you all night!” He promised, thrusting into Draco gruelingly while the pale boy moaned and spread this thighs wider.
“Oh fuck... harder...” Draco grabbed uselessly at the hand holding his head down, pushing back into the hard thrusts trying to claim him. “Oh fuck... so good...” His flesh ached where Harry had spanked him, tight and hot against Harry's rocking hips.
Suddenly Harry lifted his hand and pushed Draco forward, Draco's thighs smarting against the desk, head and chest no longer having a surface to rest against. Draco spread his arms wide and gripped the table, Harry thrusts changing direction and increasing intensity. White flashed behind Draco's eyes and he cried out, Harry hitting the sensitive spot buried inside him.
“Fuck, you're close,” Harry grumbled, eying Draco's long flushed body heatedly. The stubborn boy still refused to admit he was his. Draco had no problem begging, and whimpering please and harder, but the fucking ass just wouldn't submit. Harry would not bite him without consent, no matter how much he fucking knew Draco was his, and that Draco damn well knew it too.
Harry reached around Draco, finding the boy's straining arousal crushed unpleasantly against the desk, He pulled Draco up so that the boy was leaning back unsteadily against him, and began to pump the hard flesh as he fucked Draco in long, driving thrusts.
“You want this Draco... You want me... Just fucking say it...”
Draco moaned, head falling back against Harry's shoulder. “Shut up.”
“Tell me, you gorgeous prat... Tell me you're mine.” Harry found Draco's prostate again, giving it a long stroke.
Draco's mouth fell open, saliva dripping down, eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck... oh fuck, please...”
“Oh, you're tight... fucking hell...” Harry groaned, Draco's length swelling, jumping under his fingers as it streamed seed over his hand and the desk. Harry continued to thrust, slow and hard into the boy's clenching channel, grunting at the tightness. He pushed Draco down against the desk, slamming into the maddening heat again and again. Harry came with a hoarse shout, filling Draco's eagerly clenching body.
“Fuck Potter... oh fuck, yes...” Draco, eyes closing, relaxed as Harry fell against him and crushed him onto the desk. “Fucking amazing...” He panted heavily, heart still pounding in his ears.
Harry nodded blindly, having to agree. “...You're a stubborn ass.”
Draco smirked, wiggling in Harry's grip. “Come here and let me see that cut on your face.”
Harry obliged grudgingly, feeling very tired. He pulled out of Draco and stood, helping the boy sit up. Draco ran gentle fingers over the slash on Harry's nose, looking thoughtful.
“You know, Potter, as nice as this looks...” Draco suddenly grabbed Harry's hair, viciously twisting his head and sinking teeth into his throat. Harry howled in surprise and pain, body tensing and arching backwards. Draco wrapped his free arm around Harry's chest, using his weight to push the boy down to his knees.
“Sodding... wanking... ferret!” Harry hissed, Draco's magic rushing over him, binding him, claiming him. His body shook in Draco's hold, agonizing waves of pain and pleasure washing through him while Draco puffed hot air on his neck, blood and saliva dripping hotly.
Draco ignored Harry's complaints, running a hand gently across Harry's cheek and jaw, soothing while he continued to clamp his teeth tight. Draco's beast had calmed at the mating bite, its roar now a simple purr in Draco's chest as Harry thrashed.
“Draco... oh fuck... please...” Draco raised a brow at the un-Harry like words, slowly tracing Harry's features as he finished the bond. When he finally pulled away, jaw aching, Draco found Harry flat on his back, green eyes blinking unseeingly as a dazed smile graced his lips.
Draco flexed his jaw, trying to relieve the sore muscles. “You are fucking mine, Harry,” he said, leaning over the groggy boy who nodded dully in reply.
“Say it,” Draco insisted, grabbing Harry's hair and pulling.
“Fuck... I'm yours, Draco. Always yours.” Harry turned his head, kissing Draco with slow and heady movements.
Draco pulled away, calling his wand to his hand. Grinning smugly, he pointed it to Harry's head and raised his brow. “I still owe you for last night, Potter.”
Harry rolled his eyes, far too tired to fight. “Whatever.”
He was not surprised by the sleeping spell, although Harry did have time to wonder briefly if he was going to find himself stuck to the ceiling when he woke up.
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