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Cobra	By : blueyume Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title- Cobra

Author- Blue Yume

Chapter Three � Fire

Pairings- DMxHP, BZxOC, implied RWxHG, and others as they come to mind.

Rating- R for now

Warning- Spoilers for books 1-5, dark Harry, Slash, & Mpreg

Summary- Harry willingly helps Voldemort gain control
of the wizarding world, for the chance to decide his own future.

Disclaimer- Harry Potter characters and story belong to J.K. Rowling,

Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Warner
hershers. I'm not making or plan

on making
any money off this fic. I am only writing for my own sanity

and for rs trs to enjoy some
Harry Potter in between books. But the

new story
line and any new characters I wish to add are my own so

just ask before using, Thank you.

Author Notes- This chapter starts of right off almost
from the last one did. I will say that Draco is part Veela but can decide whom
he wants to be with, there is no 'life mate' but he can look for a suitable
mate by smell. Harry is only a half blood, though I may throw something to
deloop you later. And thank you to all those who review! Read and enjoy.

Chapter three: Fire

Checking for a third time that the four curtains of heavy blood red
velvet surrounding his four poster bed were securely tightened, Harry deemed
that he had the privacy he needed. He
laid back against the feather-downed comforter relaxing tense muscles as he
took a deep shuddering breath. Licking chapped lips, he rested one of his
chi han hands on his overly warm stomach and he began to slowly stroke and
massage the tingling area around his bellybutton.

Recently, his abdomen had started hurting severely. It started as a
small stomachache but gradually became worse over a period of a few short
weeks. Massaging the painful area usually help ease the pain but only added to
another problem that had started at the end of late June.

His libido was taking over his life. It had started off as a contenting
warmth that had flowed through him as if he was wrapped in a warm blanket.
Slowly though it began to grow into a consuming heat of animalistic urge to rut
against the very first thing that had the unlucky fate to cross his path. More
and more often now he found himself either behind his bed curtains or in a
bathroom stall with his hand around an erection, stroking and panting like he
was doing more than just an innocent wank.

Oh god, his orgasms were like a wave of cold wind against his inner
burning fire. Just thinking of it got him all hot and bothered.ry bry began to
notice that he would touch himself every chance he got to gain the short relief
he received from those short moments alone. The longer the time he spent
pleasuring himself the longer the chill stayed. It was a reason he went to bed
early and slept in even with his nightmares waiting for him in his slumber.

Tonight it was the motive to his retiring to bed early. Yes, it was
just too easy. Harry thought that Hermione would at least be suspicious, but
she showed no signs that she even had a clue. In fact she seemed reassured that
he was �sleeping�. Ha, just shows how much �Miss Know-it-all� really doesn�t
know.

Harry�s warmed hand slid under his red pinstriped cotton pajama pants,
callused fingertips skimmed over his crisp pubic hair causing a shiver to run
through his over impassioned nerves. Biting his lip as the fire stretch over
his entire body, tingling as it traveled. Light touches seemed to only inflame
him beyond his imagination than soothe.

Oddly his thoughts still ran to his �best� friends. Yes, what wonderful
best friends they were. What kind of Gryffindors were they if they couldn�t
even send him a freaking Daily Prophet to tell him even a little about what was
going on? But no, we mustn�t do anything
against the great and mighty Albus Dumbledor, which is just too much of a sin.

It angered him greatly that he was still upset about his friends not
writing to him about something on the �war� at all, even in passing
conversation. He would have just been happy simply being told that everything
was still boring and nothing very exciting had happened. At least he would know
that no one was dead. But of course all he got was that it wasn�t the right
time or nothing at all.

Harry growled in anger and roughly jerked his hardness to the angry
pounding rhythm of his beating heart. God did they make him angry. Thinking
they knew what was best for him. He hadn�t gone through all the crap he had,
just to be thrown out of the major loop now. He knew more about what happened
before this whole mess then anyone else. But of course he was only a juvenile
and thus it was not important to tell him things that would involve him later
on, because it was for his own �good�.

�Whatever,� pushed through his clamped teeth in a hiss of hot damp air.
He refocused his thoughts back to the building pleasure pressing at the back of
his frustrated mind.

His breathing was heaver and his unheeding hair was damp with sweat.
Harry rubbed his thumb over the slit of his throbbing erection. The stab of
pleasure from the act made him hiss out through his teeth. Bringing his other
hand to his mouth he began to suck on three fingers until they were evenly
coated with his saliva.

He released his hardness just long enough to pull down his pants pass
his bent knees. Harry scooted up the bed to rest against the headboard, before
spreading his legs once more. His spit-coated hand traveled down to his anal
area. Lubricated fingers slid in easily as he had done this during his free
period not more than three hours before. Harry groaned softly as he worked up
to his orgasm quickly with both hands getting him off.

He began to pant heavily as he pressed against his prostate repeatedly.
He could feel the end coming as his hips began to buck helplessly out of rhythm
of his unyielding strokes. He was so close that the burning pressure seemedmostmost too much to bare. Abruptly Harry stiffened before crying out, he moaned
in bliss as he happily fell into heaven. His hips rocked gently while his fingers
pressed lightly against his prostate to prolong his chill.

After a short moment Harry uncurled from his position and pulled his
cotton pants on. Ignoring the sticky mess he made of himself, he moved onto to
his side to go to sleep before the fire and pain returned to haunt him.

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It was the stabbing pain that woke him early the next morning. Harry
drenched in sweat from the fever of pain, shakily moved himself from underneath
his red feather-down comforter that was more like an oven than a blanket.
Breathing heavily and shallowly, he removed himself from his bed and headed for
the bathroom to take his shower. Hoping that it would sooth his ache.

Quickl und undressed letting sticky pajamas land forgotten on the
chilled white tiled floor. Goosebumps traveled rapidly over his warm skin as
the cold bathroom air hit naked flesh. Shivering Harry turned on the shower,
turning the knobs to get the right temperature flowing before stepping under
the stream of clear water.

After a ten-minute shower and a few minutes to spare to brush his hair
and teeth, Harry dressed and headed down to the commons room. It was still to
early for breakfast to be served. He would just sit and wait for Hermione and
Ron to wake up and come down so they could all head down togr tor to eat. But
thinking on it he decided that he wanted to eat alone. Deciding on that, Harry
only waited another twenty minutes before descending from the Gryffindor Tower
down to the Great Hall.

He ate his sausage and scrambled eggs at a leisurely pace, talking to
Dean about their latest charm�s homework due at the end of this week. Hermione
arrived leading a still sleepy Ron, they seemed to discussing something but
stopped once they noticed Harry.

With what looked like guilty face they smiled as they sat across from
him.

�Why didn�t you wait up for us?� Hermione started speaking only after a
short strained silence. She began to butter a thick peace of toast, taking
proper care that it spread evenly and not too thickly. �If you wanted to go to
classes early than you could have said something last night, we wouldn�t have
minded waking a little early.� A grumble from Ron deigned that he wouldn�t have
agreed to an earlier rise.

Harry shook his head, �No it isn�t that. I just woke early and was hungry
so I just went down to eat. I am not in a hurry to go to Potions sooner than I
have too.� Inside he was boiling over with annoyance that they had to go
everywhere with him, never giving him space or privacy. Sometimes the only time
he was able to be alone was in the bathroom during classes, where Ron could not
so easily follow and Hermione did not wish to tread.

Ron raised his glass of pumpkin juice in a mock cheer, �Who would want
to go to that class early? Besides Malfoy of course.�

Rolling her eyes Hermione scoffed, �See? That is why you are failing
potions. Putting no effort in a class you have to work hard in to get a passing
grade.�

Harry raised an eyebrow, was she forgetting that Snape hated him enough
to make him fail even if suddenly became a genius at potions? Apparently she
had. The foolish girl, thinking that with all the books she�s read that she
understood everything.

Ron seemed to think the same thing, as he gazed upon Hermione as if she
had grown horns, �What are you talking about, Hermione? You know that Snape
hates us. He wouldn�t give Harry or I a passing grade even if we paid him to.
In fact he would take the money than take points for bribing a Professor.�

Hermione turned and gave the red headed boy a stern glare, �Don�t say
things like that, Ron Weasley! It�s unfair to think that Professor Snape who
let his own childish feelings get in the way of a students grade.�

Harry tuned them out after that, all the two did anymore was either bug
him with their arguing or follow him around like to dogs. It sickened as well
as annoyed him to no end. Seeing as it would take a while for them to stop,
Harry turned back to Dean to continue their more interesting discussion on the
proper wand gestures for the reparue spell.

Moments later, owls swooped over the teachers and students, delivering
mail and Daily Prophets to their rightful owner. Harry not expecting any mail
just ignored the regular occurrence with very little excitement, he never
detected a small brown barn owl becoming increasingly annoyed that Harry wasn�t
taking the letter held in on of its clawed feet.

�Harry there�s an owl withetteetter for you,� Dean said pointing at the
waiting barn owl behind him.

�Oh! Sorry about that, I didn�t think I�d get any mail today. Here is
some sausage for the trouble.� Harry took the note before giving the promised
sausage to the now pacified owl.

Giving a quick glance to his friends and seeing that they were still
too busy quarrelling to notice Harry�s unexpected delivery, he opened it to see
a pass to the restricted section slip out of the envelope in addition with the
letter. Wondering why he needed access to the restricted section, he read the
following message:

My Dear Sweet Harry,
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