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One Chance	By : Addy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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One Chance

by WretchedScar

� April 22, 2004

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of its entities are the property of J.K. Rowling. No infringement intended.

Genre: HP/DM; M/M; Lemon; Issues of Non-Con; Light BDSM; Angst & Eventual Romance. If you have any doubts about any of these things then for goodness sake - go find some fluff (nothing against fluff, I love fluff - but right now, it just isn't 100% here)! Thanks!

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Draco felt his irritation growing as he followed Blaise up the winding staircase, past snogging couples and other confused, drunken students towards his dormitory room. �What the hell is going on? Is Potter puking in the bathroom? I told you to limit his . . drinking . . .� he trailed off as Blaise pushed open the door and stood, arms spread open to indicate what was waiting for him.
�Hi, Draco honey,� Pansy giggled. She was kneeling by Draco�s bed and on his bed was one Harry Potter, sprawled naked as the day he was born, on his stomach, passed out cold.
�Oh holy fuck,� Draco gaped.
�That�s what we�re hoping for, for you at least,� Blaise snorted and then doubled over with laughter.
�This isn�t funny!� Draco roared moving into the room, dragging Blaise with him and then slamming the door so no one walking (or stumbling) by would see what the room held. �You�re both fucking drunk!�
�Yeah . . .� Blaise smirked.
�And . . .� Pansy giggled.
Draco rushed forwards, �Where are his clothes � help me get him dressed � we have to get him back to ��
Blaise grabbed Draco by the shoulders and shook him, �Are you insane? This is what you have wanted ��
�Blaise �� Draco growled and tried to shake off his friend�s grasp.
�No! Don�t deny it Drac, we all know. We�re your friends and we know. All that fighting, all the constant riling on about Potter � Potter this, Potter that � come on � we. know. Fuck him, Draco and enjoy it.�
Draco felt his breath coming in heavy, straining moments due to the stress of the situation. He looked over to his bed, to where Pansy knelt, stroking Harry Potter�s soft, pitch-black hair.
�No, I don�t think so,� Draco stated. �No,� he affirmed.
Pansy rolled her eyes and stood up, moving towards where Draco Malfoy stood, defiant. �Like it or not, Draco this is the only way you�re going to have him and you know it.�
�That�s not necessarily true,� Draco�s brow furrowed together. �I ��
�You thought one night, one truce and an invitation to a party would change things between you two?� Pansy continued, walking back over to where Potter lay on his stomach. �You what? Were hoping for a relationship with the-boy-who-lived?� she laughed and cut Draco�s heart in two by knowingly and verbally exposing all his innermost fears at what he had wished to start to pursue. �The only way you�re going to have this,� and she slapped Potter�s ass with a resounding crack, �is tonight, under these circumstances or not at all.�
�She�s right you know,� Blaise stated quietly and moved forward to grab Pansy by the arm and lead her out of the room. �So do what you like � do him or don�t do him � but just know that whatever happens will stay between just us.�
Draco couldn�t move, couldn�t say a word � he could only just bear the pain in his chest as he looked at the naked boy, the boy he desired, on his bed.
What was the harm? He moved quietly forward, towards the bed noting that the other boy hadn�t moved but was breathing steadily in a drunken stupor.
�Damnit Potter,� Malfoy hissed, still moving forward, �I warned you about the drinking.�
�As if that�s any excuse,� his prissy conscious reprimanded.
�But no,� he pulled his shirt out from his pants and started to unbutton it. �You had to go and not listen.�
�He was in a room full of corrupting Slytherins � what did you expect� came that little voice again.
He tugged his arms out of his shirt and threw it on the ground, starting next to undo his belt buckle from his pants.
�Then you made a complete fool of yourself out there, dancing around with everyone � letting them touch you � feel you �� Draco continued, his breathing was coming faster and he felt rather annoyed with the whole night.
�You left him on his own, what did you expect?� his own mind was betraying him by not shutting up.
�All I wanted,� he roared as he pulled off his slacks and then his boxers, to stand naked in front of his bed � in front of an unconscious Harry Potter, �all I wanted was a chance, one chance with you.�
�You promised you�d take care of him . . .�
Draco�s hand slowly and shakily made its way outward, forward to drift close towards the other boy�s skin. It hovered an inch or two above Harry�s back before slowly diving downwards to reach out and make contact, caressing the skin. Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, his heartbeat heightening. This was the most intimate touch he had ever been able to share with Potter . . . yet.
Yet he moved forward, moved his own body toward the boy, rolled him over so that he could look at Potter for himself.
Sure enough, Harry was definitely still out cold, he looked as peaceful as he could be without knowing his current circumstances.
Draco moved is fingertips to the dark, unruly bangs that drifted over the object of his desire�s forehead. He pushed them aside and looked for that one thing that intrigued so many � the scar. His fingers drifted downward and traced the small jagged shape that had formed out of puckered flesh of the scar. He drew back his fingers when the other boy sighed softly � but other than that nothing else had happened.
�You said you�d take care of him . . .�
Silence and a moment of discerning later he carried himself even farther forward, carried himself so that he put his body over the other boy�s, felt his manhood press against another manhood and sighed with pleasure as he felt himself becoming hard. He looked down, to see what was happening � and felt a moment of regret. Only a moment � and then he moved his lips forward, softly to push against Harry�s.
He tasted sweet � a mixture of mint, alcohol and innocence. Raising his face and reluctantly separating his lips from the other boy�s he let his thumb snake out to caress Harry�s cheek. �Potter . . . wake up. Wake up and tell me this is alright.� He frowned and let his head drop to rest on the boy�s neck. �Please.�
Draco nearly jumped a foot when he felt a hand run through his hair. He shot up on his elbows to look down at a heavy lidded boy-who-lived looking dazed and confused up at him. �What�s . . . going-on . . .� Harry murmured, still rather out of it. �Where � where-you . . I . .�
�Potter,� Draco looked at him and then moved forward to kiss him again.
He felt the other boy stir beneath him with a diluted bit of shock, his lips still locked together even though Draco was nibbling on his bottom lip trying to open them up.
Draco nipped and teased at Harry�s lips, all the while pressing his ever-hardening manhood against the other boy�s. When Harry felt the pressure against his groin he gasped, and Malfoy moved his tongue into his mouth, to carress at his wet, warmth that was there.
Draco then moved his kisses towards Harry�s neck and sucked and nipped and caressed the exposed flesh with his teeth, lips and tongue.
�Malfoy?� he heard Harry asked with confusion. �Whats happen-ning,� he slurred out. �What . . .� Harry tried again, his arms moving of their own accord to wrap around the other boy for support.
�Shh,� Malfoy kissed Harry�s collarbone. �It�ll be alright . . . trust me.� He sucked strongly, and bit hard on Harry�s neck, ignoring the first rather strong outburst from the other boy, in order to make his mark.
�Ow,� Harry moaned from where he lay, trying desperately to understand what he couldn�t. �You, y-bit me,� he asked, sounding surprised. �What � what-areyou-do-doing,� he stuttered, his senses awakening to some rather intimate touches.
�Potter,� Malfoy�s breathing was coming quickly and he kept grinding his erection against Harry�s own growing one. �Mine,� he growled.
�Malfoy �� Harry�s mind was clearing � the fog was lifting.
�Feels so, so good,� Draco groaned and pushed and rubbed and ground against the other boy. He was happy to feel Harry�s arousal starting to leak cum against his own and he knew that they both were making their way towards a climax. �Oh, Merlin � Potter � so good!� he continued, not registering that Harry was starting to push against him, not in want but in a desperate trial to make things end.
�Malfoy, no,� Harry growled, his hands working to push against the naked boy�s chest, against his body in order to free himself from this. �Not � ahh, oh,� he hated how his body was working against his own chosen accord � he felt as though he had betrayed himself. �Please,� he started to sound desperate, �N-not like this, Draco� he couldn�t stand it � his body was tingling, Malfoy was warm, moving � oh moving onward � pushing him further � he was going to � he had never . . .
Draco, following his body�s primal urges, pushed Harry�s knees up and apart and then, without a moment�s hesitation, parted his butt-cheeks and drove into Harry�s hole.
Harry yelled full force as he felt the penetration that had taken his innocence � that should have been a tender, prepared moment � which it had not. �No!� he cried and felt Draco�s body go rigid and pause. He felt ashamed as the tears flowed nonstop from his eyes at the whole betrayal. �Not like this,� he stated sadly, quietly, full of sorrow.
One moment Draco was still and above Harry, his arousal fully embedded in the other boy, the next he was pushing away and jumping up, grabbing at random articles of clothing � fleeing without saying a word so quickly that Harry wondered how it had been possible. Had it all truly happened?
Harry moaned, pulling his knees up and into him, still lying on Draco�s bed, naked and vulnerable and cried. He rarely cried but it was as though it were time and that it were appropriate he do so. What had happened here? Had Draco been drunk too? Why didn�t he remember saying yes and then saying no? How had things changed so quickly? He couldn�t move, couldn�t stand the reality of it all. �You said you�d take care of me,� he said quietly to the empty room.
Sitting up with a rather awkward moment of strength, Harry sought out his clothes that had been stashed in a pile in the corner of the dormitory room.
He was vaguely aware that he stumbled down the winding staircase with tears slowly drying in trails over his face, that he had had to push past Blaise and Pansy who approached him with fake-concern written all over their faces and he was only too aware that Draco Malfoy was no where to be seen or found.
He was, however, thankful that when he returned to Gryffindor tower that no one had been aware of where he had gone, that no one was awake to receive his debilitated state and that maybe, come morning . . . .
Harry fell into bed, his senses riled, his head pounding and his body surrendering to unconscious bliss . . . and all the while his heart was beating against the betrayal.
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