The Curse

Chapter Four

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Harry heard a quiet sound of movement, and his eyes darted to where Malfoy was sitting. He watched him as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, then quickly glanced away, knowing that Malfoy was about to stand, and that he was completely naked. Harry’s cheeks flushed.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, trying hard not to sound as though he really cared.

“I haven't showered for two days and I feel vile,” Malfoy said simply.

Harry kept his eyes transfixed on the floor, but still could see a flash of pale skin pass in front of him. “Do you need any - ” Harry started, but then decided to rephrased it, still trying to seem unconcerned. “Are you able to go it alone?”

“I have been bathing myself since I was five, Potter, so I think I can manage, thanks,” Malfoy said snidely, and then headed to the bath.

‘Five?’ Harry thought, taken back. Had Malfoy been that pampered as a child that he had been unable to bathe himself until he was five? Suddenly, the image of a nude Malfoy showering had popped into his head, and he blushed. He didn’t know why, really. It wasn’t as if he was gay.

Harry couldn’t stop himself from listening to the sound of water running. His ears strained, trying to see if he could detect even the slightest sound of pain. Harry's body tensed when he heard Malfoy moan. He almost jumped up, ready to run to Malfoy's aid, but another moan coming from the bath told him it was a different kind of moan. Harry’s face reddened again. It was blatantly obvious what Malfoy was doing.

It was when Malfoy's voice had grown louder, followed by silence, that Harry had realised he was hard. Hard, for crying out loud! He reached down to adjust his erection just as Malfoy entered the room. Harry thought maybe he had been caught in the act, but if Malfoy had noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he walked back over to the bed, saying nothing. Malfoy covered his lap with the duvet, and Harry sat very still, waiting for Malfoy to speak first. He wasn’t disappointed.

“I’ve taken the liberty of preparing myself, so you don’t have to worry about that,” Malfoy explained, and Harry looked up, confused.

“Preparing? For what?”

Malfoy raised his brows so high that they disappeared under his damp fringe. “You are joking, right?”

Harry frowned at Malfoy, then opened his mouth with awareness. “Oh,” was the only thing Harry could get out. He looked away embarrassed, bit his lip, and worried it between his teeth. Even though he already knew the answer, Harry quietly asked, “Err, so what do I need to do?”

“Like I said earlier, I’m pretty confident that you will know what to do,” emphasised Malfoy, but there was no annoyance in his tone – merely amusement. “But if it will help, you can pretend that you're with a girl, and that she wants to… experiment.”

Harry nodded with understanding. That made sense.

“There is one thing I should warn you about,” Malfoy said uneasily. Harry furrowed his brows. “It won’t last long.”

Harry’s face contorted in anger. He growled defensively, “Excuse me? Maybe this,” he motioned from himself to Malfoy, “will be new for me, but I’m not that incompetent, Malfoy.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “I have no doubt of your carnal knowledge, Potter. But what I’m referring to is the curse. The sexual tension is high between us, or haven't you felt it yet?”

Harry quickly looked away, blushing. “Yes,” he admitted reluctantly.

“And so, it stands to reason that it won't last long,” Malfoy finished.

Harry nodded in agreement, and then glanced nervously at him. “Er… Can we at least turn off the lights?” he whispered.

“I had already assumed that you might. Just do it without magic,” Malfoy said pointedly.

Harry scowled and stood up abruptly. He hated being reminded of his close ballup that he had made earlier. He walked brusquely to the bedside table, and switched off the table lamp. The room was covered in darkness except for the faint light that was coming from the kitchen. Harry shut his eyes, and began to go through the motions of undressing.

By the time Harry was fully naked, he was thankful that the room was as dim as it was. His entire body was burning red hot from embarrassment. He struggled to calm his erratic heartbeat by taking deep and steady gulps of air. The familiar smell invaded his nostrils again. Harry sighed in contentment, and allowed the waves of pleasure to wash over him.

Harry stumbled over to where he knew Malfoy would be lying down, and reached out blindly for the bed, in hopes of steadying himself. He gasped sharply when his hand brushed the back of Malfoy's leg, and quickly jerked it away. He knew he would be touching Malfoy, but for some odd reason, Harry didn’t think it would be this soon.

Harry shook his head at his naiveté. Of course he would be touching Malfoy this soon. He was standing right next to him, for Merlin’s sake! The room wasn’t that big. For a moment, Harry just stood there, unable to get his limbs to move. After taking several deep breaths, he crawled onto the bed, and then carefully straddled Malfoy’s legs. He made sure that their lower bodies didn’t come in contact with each other. Unconsciously, Harry's eyes fell shut as he placed his palms gently on Malfoy’s lower backside.

The reaction from Harry and Malfoy was immediate. Their breath’s hitched sharply, followed by duplicate cries of anguished desire. The need for physical contact was so overwhelming for Harry that he instantly lowered himself, and covered Malfoy like a blanket. They both cried out again as Harry moulded himself against him. He closed his eyes tightly, and applied pressure with hips and legs, effectively trapping himself. Harry instinctively began thrusting, grinding his erection into Malfoy’s spread cheeks.

Harry grabbed the sheets on either side of Malfoy's head, and his cock slid up and down within the crease of Malfoy's arse. But it wasn’t enough though. He needed more, but, through his muddled thoughts, couldn’t think of what that was. Harry continued to thrust forward with all his strength and weight, crushing his cock deeper and deeper into and along Malfoy's skin. Harry felt his heartbeat accelerate, and his buttocks clenched tight. He knew he was close.

Harry shouted out his release and every muscle spasmed. Hot semen erupted from his cock, filling the gap between their bodies and rolled down Malfoy's sides. Harry’s heart was pumping wildly in his chest, and his breath was coming in and out as erratic gasps. It took several minutes before he was able to breathe normally, and even longer to realise where he was and whom he was with.

Harry's eyes snapped open, and his face burned with embarrassment when he looked down and saw through the dimly lit room, the pale hair lying beneath him. He could feel Malfoy trembling, and he immediately rolled off him, afraid that he was too heavy.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled.

Malfoy said nothing, to which Harry was relieved. The last thing he wanted was conversation. Suddenly, it occurred to Harry that his sperm did not go where it was supposed to go. Harry’s face paled, and he wondered how he was going to clean it up. Perhaps there was some way that it could be ‘deposited’ within Malfoy – or did it even work that way?

There was one thing that Harry knew for sure: he was still hard! His erection had never flagged and so here he was: on his side, pressed all the way back against the wall, with a raging hard on. What the hell did that mean? He desperately wanted to ask Malfoy, but between his quick orgasm, and his pool of seed still resting in the crevice of Malfoy's bum… well, he was mortified enough as it was.

Harry squinted in the direction of his bedside table, and tried to make out if there was still a flannel lying there. But of course, even if there was one, it would mean that Harry would have to lean over and get it. He sighed deeply and hung his head. He knew that he had to do something.

Harry's eyes widened in panic when he felt Malfoy move, and he could vaguely see him reach over to the table and retrieve a piece of cloth. Malfoy held it up over his prone head, obviously waiting for Harry to take it.

“Thanks,” Harry whispered, relieved.

Harry hurriedly cleaned his cock first, and then hesitantly leaned over to rub Malfoy's behind lightly and in between it. A small moan from Malfoy caused Harry to freeze momentarily. He grazed the cloth over him again, and Malfoy’s moans grew louder. Harry quickly pulled his hand away. Clearly, the curse was still present.

Harry suddenly felt the need to apologise to Malfoy so, after taking a deep breath, he whispered, “Malfoy, I’m sorry that I…” Harry’s voice faded and he sighed again. He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

“I told you, Potter, it wouldn’t last long,” Malfoy said quietly.

Harry blushed and swallowed hard. “Uh, what do we do now?”

“Well, you might have noticed that the curse hasn't been fulfilled yet,” Malfoy said, voice slightly sarcastic.

If it was possible, Harry’s face turned even redder. “Uh, yeah.”

“Then it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Malfoy drawled.

In the past, Harry would have got angry at Malfoy’s sarcasm, but now he could only feel relief in hearing the truth. His erection was killing him, and instinctively, Harry knew that it wouldn’t go away until the curse was complete.

So, without saying another word, Harry positioned himself over Malfoy again, and slowly lowered his body. The immediate reaction from both of them was exactly like the first time, except now, Harry bit his lip hard in order to prevent himself from crying out.

Unable to stop himself, Harry grabbed Malfoy’s waist, and thrust forward, pushing Malfoy further into the bed. He was so caught up in his own sexual tension that he flinched violently when he felt Malfoy’s hand try to wedge between their bodies. It took all of Harry's willpower to stop his incessant thrusting, and lift his hips slightly in the air, giving Malfoy’s hand room. Harry inhaled sharply as Malfoy curled his fingers around his cock, and guided it to what he knew was Malfoy's entrance.

As the tip of Harry's penis pressed gently against Malfoy's opening, he couldn’t help but tremble with excitement. He had to restrain himself mentally from brutally thrusting his cock inside. Harry started to inch in, slowly and gently at first, then harder when he reached Malfoy's sphincter. It held firm for only a moment, but then began to yield to his continuous pressure. He could actually feel Malfoy pushing back.

It wasn’t until Harry was fully sheathed inside Malfoy, that he had realised he had stopped breathing. Instantly, Harry took a lungful of air, and then slowly let it out with a low and throaty moan. The sensation of Malfoy's ass clenching around his cock was indescribable. He had never experienced anything as wonderful as this.

Soon, Harry’s arms began to shake as his body hovered over Malfoy's. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out forever though; the anticipation was simply killing him. Finally, after taking a huge breath of air, Harry pulled halfway out. The response from Harry and Malfoy was instantaneous. Harry howled whilst Malfoy began to squirm wildly beneath him. Unable to stop himself, Harry slammed back in, causing Malfoy to cry out.

Hearing Malfoy, Harry froze in terror. Did his brutal thrust hurt him? That was the last thing that Harry wanted. He forced himself to start again, this time with a slow, steady rhythm. He desperately wanted to increase the speed of his thrusting, but not at the risk of damaging Malfoy.

Harry was so caught up in self-control that he had barely heard a soft whisper coming from beneath him. Harry's eyes opened wide, and he inhaled sharply, disbelieving what his ears had heard. Maybe he had just imagined it.

“Harder,” Malfoy rasped softly.

Harry hadn't imagined it, and so with that one word, his inhibitions left him. He drew back and started ramming Malfoy so hard that it pushed him flat on the mattress, and Harry's ass squeezed with every thrust of his hips. He continued driving into Malfoy harder and harder until all that was heard was the sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other.

All too soon, Harry felt his climax building, and he hated it. He didn’t want to come just yet, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was inevitable. Suddenly, Harry’s blood surged, and all of his muscles locked up as he exploded deep inside Malfoy. Harry’s legs began to shake from the force of his orgasm, and he could sense that Malfoy had come as well, judging by the contractions around his cock.

Eventually, Harry's arms gave out, and he collapsed on top of Malfoy, hips still slowly pumping. His rhythm subsided gradually until finally pulling out with a groan. Harry rolled off Malfoy and onto his back, chest heaving hard, and sweat pouring out of his body. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to regulate his breathing.

“Fuck,” Harry said before he could stop himself.

Malfoy let out a low, raspy chuckle. “Indeed.”

Harry felt himself blushing when he realised that he had spoken out loud. He also realised that his erection had not diminished. It was still hard and swollen and still begging for attention. He dropped his gaze to his cock, and shook his head in disbelief.

“Impossible,” Harry whispered.

Malfoy sighed quietly. “Yes, it’s not over yet,” answering Harry’s unspoken question.

Harry instantly rose up to one elbow, and looked down at Malfoy's prone body.

“What?” Harry sputtered.

Malfoy turned his head to the left so that he could look directly at him.

“I said it’s not over,” he repeated calmly.

“How is that possible?” Harry said, his voice rising in panic.

“Because the curse has not been fulfilled,” Malfoy explained patiently.

“B-but but...” Harry stammered. “We just... I already… didn’t you?”

Malfoy sighed again. “Yes, but given your present condition as well as mine, obviously it wasn’t enough.”

“I don’t understand!” Harry cried, sitting up fast. “How is that possible?”

Malfoy turned over and sat up to face him. “I don’t know, Potter,” he replied with a touch of annoyance. “All I know is that it’s not fulfilled.”

Harry looked away and tried to search for an answer.

“Merlin, Potter. Can’t you feel it? I mean, does it feel like it’s over to you?”

Harry bit his lower lip, and stared at the opposite wall. He slowly shook his head.

Malfoy exhaled heavily. “Look, Potter, if you don’t want to…”

“No! No, it’s not that, it’s just…” Harry began, but then took a deep breath, and then glanced back at Malfoy. “Are you… will you be… all right?”

Malfoy laughed. “If you're wondering if I’m sore, then the answer is ‘no’. Far from it actually,” he said with a smile. “The way I’m feeling right now, I could go all night.”

“Oh,” Harry said, blushing. “Do you… want to… now?” he asked nervously, glancing sideways at Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked. “Whenever you're ready.”

Harry lowered his head, and peered at Malfoy through his fringe.

“I’m ready,” he whispered.

Malfoy's smirk turned into a sultry grin. “So, how do you want me?”

“Err… Same as before, I suppose,” Harry replied softly.

Malfoy nodded and then stretched back down on his stomach. He folded his arms, and rested his head on them. Harry took a long, deep breath before crawling between Malfoy's wide-spread legs. He sat back on his heels for a moment, then reached down, and lifted Malfoy up to his knees by his waist. Malfoy gasped in surprise. Harry positioned himself at Malfoy's opening.

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For five hours straight, Harry and Malfoy sought to ‘fulfil’ the curse. After thrusting, moaning, and crying out their release, they had tried every position once. Sometimes twice. It was after the second or third hour, however, that they had begun to notice that something between them had changed. After each joining, the curse, and the strong need to fulfil the curse, hadn’t been as apparent as before.

Their body movements had slowed, and their touches were beginning to mean something. Even the looks that they were giving each other had changed. It had begun when Harry was on top of Malfoy face-to-face. It was a movement that had surprised Malfoy. Harry had gazed down at Malfoy's flushed face, and they found themselves staring deep into each other’s eyes. They held it for the longest time.

It became the most memorable joining of all.

Suddenly, everything became very clear to Harry. He knew then that this new relationship with Malfoy wasn’t going to be as bad as he first imagined it to be. Of course he wasn’t blind to the fact that they would have a hard go at it, but Harry no longer felt trapped or obligated. He was now a part of his future child’s life as well as Malfoy’s.

There was something else that Harry realised. He was no longer concerned what people in the Wizarding world would think of his new relationship with Malfoy. Nor did he care what they would say about his sexuality. It simply didn’t matter to him any more. Deep down, Harry knew that the ones he loved the most – the ones who loved him unconditionally – would understand completely.

Even Ginny.

“I really will understand, Harry. Whatever you decide to do.”

And so, by the end of the fifth hour, Harry and Malfoy were lying in a pool of sweat, breathing as though they would never be able to breathe normal again.

Weariness was beginning to envelop Harry, and he found it difficult just to get the energy to speak.

Finally, Harry whispered, “Malfoy?”

“What?” Malfoy replied, equally exhausted.

“Do you think anyone has ever died of a heart attack from this?”

Instantly, Malfoy laughed hard. So hard in fact that he started choking. When he was finally able to catch his breath, Malfoy answered, “Getting old, are you, Potter?”

Finding his renewed strength, Harry growled and rolled on top of Malfoy.

“I’ll show you old,” Harry hissed playfully.


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---> to be concluded