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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- 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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Chapter Summary: Draco teases Harry till he loses control.

Author�s notes: Big gay love to all who reviewed...you guys truly make my day. A couple of clarifications, for those who were wondering - yes, Harry has fancied Draco for several months, but when Draco told him about the curse Harry thought that all his feelings for Draco were fake. He doesn�t know that Draco only cast the spell a couple of days ago. Draco, on the other hand, thinks his curse backfired, but it�s working just as it should...it�s making Harry give in to the lust he already had for Draco. Now, get ready to behold Angry!Harry in all his glory!

Chapter 4: The Breaking Point

Draco,

I received your owl asking about the Curse of the Forbidden Fruit. I hope you think carefully if you are considering employing it, since it can be tricky to execute successfully. Grandpa Antoine had a distant cousin, Enis, who managed to fail so miserably at casting the spell, it actually caused his enemy to lust after him. They ended up killing each other while still joined physically. We never speak of it.

To answer your question, no, there isn�t a counter-curse, nor a way to lift the spell, so choose your victim carefully. There must be an object of forbidden lust present in the mind of the victim, or the results may be disastrous. Investigate, formulate a plan, and don�t be hasty.

I hope you are well. Your mother sends her love, as well as the enclosed package of Honeydukes� best. Write again when you can.

Your Father,

Lucius

Draco read the letter through quickly, then again, more slowly. He felt a few tendrils of panic uncurl in his chest. If there was no counter-curse and no way to lift the spell, he was buggered...and quite possibly murdered at the same time, if the story of Cousin Enis was anything to go by. He slipped the folded letter into his pocket and ran his hands through his hair, oblivious to his housemates eating breakfast and chatting around him.

Pansy had been giving him the silent treatment after seeing a suspicious purpling bruise at the base of Draco�s neck, but he hadn�t even noticed her efforts. She sniffed loudly every now and then to remind him she was still ignoring him.

Potter had come in to the Great Hall for a few moments, stopping only to scoop up some buttered toast and a pear before heading back out. He hadn�t even looked in Draco�s direction, but Draco had felt desire course through his veins at the first glimpse of his lean, muscular body. Ever since waking up that day he�d been trying to think of ways to get Potter alone, and cursing himself as each new scenario played in his head. He sighed, rubbing his temples. There had to be some way of getting through this mess without losing his mind.

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Harry tossed bits of his uneaten toast into the lake, watching as they disappeared one by one under the surface of the water. He had lain awake all night, angrier at Malfoy than he had ever been in the past 6 years they had known each other. He had tried to force down the lustful thoughts that had been plaguing him, but they stubbornly invaded his consciousness, stoking his anger further. He had thought about skiving Potions today, but decided that Malfoy wasn�t going to make him hide in his room like a coward. He had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing at all...he had been tricked. He kept telling himself that.

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Harry headed down to the dungeons for Potion a few minutes before the lunch hour had ended. His stomach had been twisting in knots all day, and he wasn�t sure if it was because he was anticipating being near Malfoy again or if he was just sickened by the memory of being made a fool of the night before. He felt his erection rubbing against the fabric of his pants, and ducked quickly into the boys� bathroom outside the classroom. He locked himself in a stall, parting his robes and hurriedly lowering his trousers and pants to his knees. He�d rather not have to sit near Malfoy all lesson with his mind on his prick. He sighed softly as he wrapped his hand around his eager cock, gritting his teeth when he heard someone else enter.

He continued sliding his hand back and forth, holding his breath to keep from giving himself away. He heard the other boy enter a stall a few doors down from him, and a few moments later, a muffled moan. His hand slid faster, wondering vaguely if the other boy was doing the same thing he was. He didn�t care, all he could think of was Malfoy, and suddenly he couldn�t keep from whimpering, his breath becoming harsher as he increased the speed of his hand, finally coming with a choked cry. He heard a matching cry from the other stall as he used his wand to clean up his mess, and he blushed scarlet, mortified. Had he been that loud? He waited in the stall for a few moments, needing to calm his breathing before going out to wash his hands.

He walked out to the row of sinks, turned on the tap, and bit his lip in embarrassment as he heard the footsteps of the other boy coming closer. Harry looked into the mirror in front of him at his flushed face, and saw the similarly flushed face of Draco Malfoy reflected two sinks along. His anger flared again. This was Malfoy�s fault. He had just wanked because of Malfoy�s curse. He didn�t need to feel embarrassed...there was nothing he could have done about it, was there?

He dried his hands and turned to the blond, who was refusing to meet his eyes. �Well, Malfoy,� he said the name with distaste. �I�ll assume you haven�t found a counter-curse yet, since you�ve just finished wanking, no doubt to depraved fantasies of me.�

Draco saw the hard glint of hatred in Harry�s eyes, and lifted his chin. �You were wanking too, you pervert. None of your little Gryffindor friends want to lend a helping hand?� He tried not to notice that he was already hard again.

�You�re the sick fuck who put a curse on me, Malfoy,� Harry said, advancing on the other boy and poking him in the chest. �You claim it was an accident, but how the hell do I know you didn�t mean to get me to try shagging you?�

They were inches apart, and Draco could feel Harry�s breath on his face. He would have loved to shut Potter�s angry mouth with a kiss from his own, but the door opened, and Weasley�s red head popped in.

�Harry!� Ron called, �there you are.� He noticed the proximity of Malfoy to his friend and frowned. �Everything all right?�

�Yeah, fine, Ron,� Harry nodded, stepping around Malfoy and heading for the doors.

�Well, Potions has started, mate. Snape�s looking for you two.�

Malfoy watched as the two friends fell into step together and hurried towards the Potions classroom without waiting for him. A twinge of jealousy pricked his lungs, and he scowled at himself. He was not getting jealous over Potter.

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Snape was waiting at Harry and Draco�s desk when they entered the classroom.

�Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter,� he said in his low, smooth voice. �I do not tolerate tardiness, as you both well know. Get to work immediately. You will both stay after class and clean all the cauldrons out.� He turned, his robes swirling around him, and left for his desk at the front of the room.

Harry had a feeling that the only reason he hadn�t taken house points from him was because he hadn�t wanted to take points from Slytherin as well.

�All right,� Draco began, as they put their things down, �what did we decide last class? Prep the ingredients that need to be stewed first, then start on the observation essays?�

Potter didn�t answer...didn�t even look at him. He simply got up, took the ingredients list from his notebook, and headed towards the supply cupboard.

Draco was furious. He wasn�t used to being ignored by someone he was speaking to so cordially. He hurried after Harry, waiting with him behind two other pairs of students that were taking their share of the supplies.

�How dare you be so rude, Potter?� he hissed into Harry�s ear from behind him. �We have to work together, and I, for one...� He trailed off, realizing that Harry�s breathing had taken on a ragged, harsher quality. He glanced around, making sure nobody was watching them, and pressed himself a little closer behind Harry. He heard a loud gulp and felt a tremor running through the firm body in front of him. Draco grinned, wolfishly.

Harry stood as still as he could, fighting the urge to lean back into the heat of Draco�s body.

�Not so easy to ignore me as you pretend, is it, Potter?� Draco whispered, seductively. �You want me, admit it. I�m all you can think about.� He ran a single finger down Harry�s spine.

�Get off me, you sick pervert,� Harry muttered, thickly. He was straining to control himself. The other students had finished with the supply cupboard, and he hurried forward to collect their share. Draco moved up beside him, enjoying the feeling of power he held.

�I bet you have a nice, thick cock, Harry,� Draco whispered into his ear. He let the name linger on his tongue as he said it, noting the effect it had on the other boy. �Bet you�d like to have me on my knees with it shoved down my throat.�

Harry squeaked, turning and rushing back to their desk as fast as he could, his tray of ingredients held low to cover the obvious bulge in his robes.

Draco chuckled in amusement, then sheepishly grabbed an empty tray to cover the evidence of his own arousal before heading back to his seat.

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All through Potions that day, Harry wavered between a state of painful desire and of boiling rage. Draco talked to him incessantly as they peeled, chopped, ground, or powdered the various ingredients for their potion. His words were loaded with innuendo, and he kept calling Harry by his first name, managing to make even that sound like a sexual allusion.

Draco touched him constantly...repositioning his hands on the mortar and pestle, brushing his thigh or the small of his back...it was driving Harry insane, trying to prevent himself from reacting. For a moment he wondered if he let himself go whether he would punch Malfoy or kiss him.

As the end of the lesson approached, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had a free period next. All he had to do now was clean the cauldrons out and he�d be able to get away from Malfoy. He watched as Draco removed their bubbling ingredients from their cauldron, transferring the steaming blend into a stewing jar. It would be placed in a stewing chamber for the next two weeks.

Snape dismissed the class five minutes later, and Harry and Draco walked around the room, casting Evanesco spells at each cauldron. As soon as they were done, and Snape had darkly frowned at them to be punctual to his next class, Harry tore out of the room, heading straight for the boys� bathroom.

He burst through the door, praying nobody else was in there, and was grateful to find it empty. Malfoy rushed in behind him, causing Harry to moan in frustration.

�Can�t you leave me alone, you bloody sod!� he cried, trying desperately to keep his hands off his erection. �Find another bathroom, just get out of here. Why are you following me?�

�Because I know you want me as much as I want you,� Draco replied. �And I have a plan that can help us both.� His voice was a smooth purr. �You want me to touch you, don�t you Harry?� He moved forward, raising his wand to throw a Colloportus charm at the door, and then, after a moment�s thought, a Silencing Charm as well.

Harry watched him, panic, anger and lust mixing into a sickening cocktail in the pit of his stomach. �Why did you do this to me, Malfoy?� His voice shook, and he took a step back. �Funny, I didn�t think you�d be the kind that gets off on forcing other blokes to fancy you.�

�I told you Potter,� Malfoy said, his voice rising in anger, �it was a curse that didn�t work as it was meant to. I�m sorry, I fucked up, but it�s affected me too, can�t you see that?� He reached forward and brought Harry�s hand towards him to cover his erection.

�What you want is none of my concern,� Harry shouted, wrenching his hand away. �You�re supposed to be finding a way to get rid of this curse, not trying to get me to come in my pants in the middle of Potions!�

Draco�s throat went dry at the image those words conjured in his head. �It�s going to take a while, I�m working on something,� he lied. He was becoming increasingly aware of every tremor in Harry�s breath, and felt lightheaded from the dizzying waves of desire coursing through him. �Until then, I think we should work something out. An agreement. Just so we don�t end up insane or something.� He was forcing the words out, almost unable to think straight with the effort of hold himself back from pouncing on Harry. He wiped at his sweating face with his sleeve.

�I�d never make an agreement with you, Malfoy,� Harry said, with difficulty. He was sweating as well, and swayed slightly on his feet.

�We have to,� Draco replied, panting. �It�s the nature of the curse, it forces you to give in no matter how hard you try to resist. If we agree to meet once in a while and just give in on our own, maybe it won�t be so bad. We can help each other.� His voice took on a pleading quality. �Didn�t it feel good...last night in the library?�

Reminding Harry of their encounter the previous night was the wrong thing to do. Harry remembered the warm, foolish feeling of hope, and then the sickening realization that he had just been intimate with someone who had used Dark magic to play with his mind and heart. His anger redoubled, and, finally overwhelmed with the battling emotions of rage and lust, he lunged at Draco, claiming his mouth in a violent kiss.

Draco kissed back enthusiastically, unaware of the dangerous blaze of fury simmering in Harry�s veins. He fumbled at the clasps of his robe, but Harry swept his fingers away and drew his wand, using a Divestmentum spell to rid them both of their clothing in one go.

Draco ran his hands over Harry�s body, their sweating skin slipping deliciously together. It was only when Draco�s back was against the cold bathroom wall that he realized Harry had been pushing him backwards, and now had him trapped against the stone. He bucked his hips into Harry�s, moaning with need, and heard an angry growl in response.

Harry took his mouth off Draco�s, flipping him by his shoulders to face the wall. Draco�s breaths were nothing more than harsh gasps. He grabbed Draco�s wrists, pinning them against the wall above his head. �What are you doing?� Draco asked, a tiny flash of fear lancing through his lust-fogged brain.

�Nothing more than you�ve already done to me,� Harry said, in a rough whisper, �fucking you over.�

A/N: Sooo sorry to leave you hanging, but it�s going to be a little while before I can post my next update. I am going to be away for the next four days visiting family, and THEY DON�T HAVE INTERNET ACCESS!!! I know....I�m already displaying withdrawal symptoms. ::shudder:: Anyway, I promise Chapter 5 will be worth the wait. Kisses to all.
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