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Fifty Blue Shades of Harry	By : hpluv3r Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13437 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The next few days caught Draco in a fowl mood, and Harry couldn't understand why. He was short and closed off and a bit more like the old Draco he had known once upon a time.
"Could you pass the toast?" he asked the blonde who was obviously a million miles away.
"No? Alright then, I'll get it myself, that's fine." Harry reaches across the table, peeved.
The movement catches Draco's attention and his eyes focus.
"Huh? Oh. Sorry."
"Did you just say 'huh''?" Harry asks, a little more than slightly disturbed by Draco's choice of word.
"What of it?" Draco snaps back, annoyed with Harry's scrutiny.
"Nothing..."
The silence is palpable as Harry tries to decide if he should retreat to the comfort of his bedroom.
Draco had been sleeping over more often, but something was obviously off. Frustrated, Harry gets up.
"Going back to bed?" Draco asks.
"Yea.." Harry peers back at him and is greatly disappointed when Draco simply nods in response.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry asks, fed up.
"Why d'you mean?"
"Are you joking? You haven't been yourself."
"And what makes you think you suddenly know me so well, Potter?" he says scathingly, throwing Harry off guard.
"You're right.." Harry responds, retreating to the privacy of his bedroom to sulk.
Several long minutes later Draco steps in.
"I'm going to head back.."
"Whatever." Harry responds. He had had enough of zombie Draco. Whatever the problem was, he needed to get it off his chest.
As Draco walks out of the room he realizes something. Yes. He's had damn enough.
"Wait." he calls after Draco, who comes back in and looks guardedly at Harry.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" he asks the blonde, fed up.
Draco sighs, rubbing at his forehead agitatedly. He knew he was acting off. He had to tell Harry something.
"Look, I know I've been off.." he wasn't sure what else to say.
"Did something happen?"
"Yes."
"Well?... What happened then?"
"It's none of your concern."
"I tell you everything." Harry says, glaring. Why was he expected to be so open when Draco wasn't?
"As you should." Draco responds, short and annoyed.
Harry glares at Draco but doesn't say anything.
"Something to say Potter?"
Harry thinks carefully.
"How can I trust you if you don't trust me?"
"This isn't a matter of trust..."
"Oh? It's just too submissive to have emotions then?" Harry taunts.
"Careful.." Draco warns, eyes sharp. He knew he wasn't currently the best person to be around but he had expected Harry to respect his space.
"You just don't have the balls to deal with your feelings."
"Merlin, Potter. Are you asking for it?" Draco asks, thrown off by Harry's sharp tongue.
"If I am?" Harry asks, his tone softening as his his heartbeat quickens. He was asking. He did want it. Angry Draco was a huge improvement over withdrawn Draco. Maybe if Draco could get all that frustration out he'd be able to talk about it. Harry could think of a number of ways he could help with that.
Draco locks eyes with him.
"Are you?" Draco asks, challenging him with his eyes.
Harry swallows heavily beneath the glare, momentarily silenced by the sheer.. dominance.. that rolled of Draco in waves. Did Harry emit that same sort of aura? Is that what Draco had been talking about that day in the forest?
Either way, angry Draco was sexy and demanding it made Harry just want Draco to use him. So he says so.
"Yes Draco. Use me." He is still unable to keep the flush from flooding his cheeks as he says the words, but the warmth goes straight down as he feels himself hardening.
For a brief moment Harry thinks he could see approval in those grey eyes, but it's so quick he can't say for sure. He didn't have time to dwell as the blonde was pressing against him and combing a hand through his hair.
Draco grabs a fist-full of hair and tugs, baring Harry's neck and locking his head into place. He could hear Harry's breath quicken, feel the heat emanating off of the smaller man.
"Are you scared?"
"No s.. Draco" Harry closes his eyes and scrunches his face in frustration at the slip up. Charlie liked to ask him that question, it was reflex. He is pleased when Draco's hand does not move from its place in his hair.
"Are you lying?" he asks, warning in his tone.
The irony. Was Draco trying to scare him?
"No Draco."
Silence. Draco wanted more than that. An explanation? Yeah right. Two could play that game.
When he finally looks back up into Draco's eyes he is convinced he could die beneath the withering glare he was receiving. He feels the grip begin to loosen on his hair and words spew out of him like vomit.
"I'm not scared. I'm.. nervous.. but thats normal.." Harry trails off, unsure and also unwilling to bring up Charlie.
Draco was generally very mild tempered, but he had his moments. He keeps replaying the scene with Weasley in his head. Weasley was more cruel than Draco had expected. What did Harry see in the guy? Were Harry's needs darker than Draco had realized?
"Do you know what it is you're asking for?" Draco asks.
"Yes Draco." Harry lowers his eyes and does not budge out of place even after Draco releases him. The amount of times Draco had just asked him if he was sure was making him shiver with anticipation.
"Tell me what you need."
"I.."
The first thing out of his mouth was going to be 'I need you to use me', but he doubted Draco would appreciate a repeat answer.
"I need to make you feel better." Harry says, flushing and staring at his feet. Draco puts a hand on his shoulder.
"How rough should I be with you Harry?"
"Please Draco, use me. I want everything." He means it. Draco growls deep in his throat. Harry was saying all the right things to rile him up but he wasn't giving Draco much insight into what he needed for himself.
"Do you have any hard limits Harry?"
"I don't like to bleed."
His response was instant. Good, a clear limit, and a mutual one. Draco wasn't exactly a fan of blood himself.
"No blood, got it. Anything else?"
"No.. I think that's it as far as I know right now.."
So even after handling Weasley it looked like Harry did not have any significant hard limits.
"Harry you really mustn't allow me to have my way like this. You'll spoil me." Draco eyes grow feverish as he looks into Harry's, barely resisting the urge to strip him naked and fuck him into the wall.
The hunger in Draco's eyes makes Harry shiver with need. Need for something. Anything.
"I think you've already spoiled me so it's only fair." he says to the blonde.
Draco moves his hand from Harry's shoulder to his chin, teasing his lower lip with his thumb.
"I haven't had the chance to spoil you yet."
Harry relaxes to allow Draco's thumb entrance into his mouth and Draco groans internally, feeling arousal heat his body as Harry submitted to him so open and trustingly.
"Keep your mouth open."
This is the only warning Harry gets before Draco stuffs four fingers down his throat.
Harry gags instantly and tears come to his eyes but he doesn't close his mouth. His hands had come up to grab at Draco's but he doesn't pull away, attempting to relax his throat to the sudden intrusion.
Just as quickly, the hand was out of his mouth and once again knotted into his hair, pulling his head to the side.
Draco brings his lips to the pale skin of Harry's neck, kissing and nipping as his other hand grasps Harry through his trousers, palming the hardness he feels begging for release.
Draco's grip in Harry's hair tightens as he demands more skin to tease. The nips get sharper, harder, and Harry could not help the groans that escape from his mouth as the sensations go straight down to his already stimulated cock.
He was still fully clothed and somehow already naked in front of Draco, a slave to the pleasure the blonde gave him without even realizing the half of it. Draco could never understand why Harry was so terrified to give in the way he wanted to.
"Maybe you should be afraid." he murmurs into Harry's ear. His timing was immaculate. Yes, Harry was afraid, but not of Draco per se. Harry was afraid of the way he responded to Draco. Harry knew that he'd do near anything to please the other man.
But honestly, he'd fucking enjoy every Merlin-be-damned second of it.
He was bloody smitten. Draco Malfoy was his drug of choice, and he was most definitely susceptible of overdosing. Or, more likely, dying of withdrawal.
"Please Draco" Harry begged for release from his thoughts.
"Do you know what a flogger is, pet?"
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