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Loyalties	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5764 -:- 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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Author's Notes: Hi there, another chapter for ya. I wanted to thank everyone that took the time to review, it always cheers me to know people like my rambles. I believe the next chapter is the last... maybe. The word count is adding up again. I did a rough outline and am writing as I type. (I hate admitting that, like if I'm not questioning for weeks to post what I wrote then its not actually ready.) It does look like it will wrap up soon. I may throw a little epilogue at the end...
Moodysavage: I believe this chapter will answer a bit of the bite issue.
Missy: Added another line in the hopes of clearing up that confusion. Cheat was used in reference to finding a way around Draco's prank, not in sleeping around.
Tommy-Lane: Lol, I have been very lazy with the 'beast' part of this, I will admit. I think I like any excuse for claws and rough housing, and magical creatures make that easy. XD But I flesh it out a bit in this chapter... Plot really isn't big in this fic... Although, I do appreciate reading plot.
LordGeovanni: Sorry to disappoint (or in this case, upset) but the story is written as I had intended, with both boys enjoying to give and receive. I don't really respond well to full dom/sub works myself... well, beyond one shots. Being a manic-depressive bisexual nympho I like to see characters with a little more complexity. To many voices in the head to just take one role. And really, you can be a dom and enjoy a good reaming. Not all my stories are like that but in this particular story, I lean towards equal interaction, equal roles, equal fucking.
I didn't realize this would upset people, so I will put a warning in the summary... although not sure how to word such a thing... There are no stereotyped gender roles in this slash pairing? ...If he has a cock, he's going to stick it somewhere? What exactly is misleading about gay sex where it's always assumed traditional straight roles for each partner? Even a woman can go out and buy a strap on.
And with that image in mind, the next chapter... XD

CH4
Draco woke alone in his bed, trying to figure out if it had all been a dream. Faintly he thought he smelled Harry in his sheets... Hand straying down and behind, he probed softly, feeling Harry's seed dripping still warm from his body heat. Draco gave a shattered moan and closed his eyes.
Breathing deeply, he wondered if he would ever find his sanity again.
Getting up, he realized that he was late for breakfast and very hungry. Draco showered quickly, pausing when he considered what to wear.
Maybe something Harry might appreciate... like well fitting torn jeans and a tight tee... Instead of pushing his hair back, Draco let it fan around his face and neck, remembering how Harry had liked to run his hands through while they had been drifting to sleep.
Draco grabbed his bookbag and made his way to breakfast. The Great Hall was full, students getting in their meal and talking about their weekend plans before Friday classes started. Draco sat in his normal seat, now quite spacious with the six and seventh year Slytherins still incapacitated.
He glared up at his classmates stuck above, the four still looking very uncomfortable in their upside down perch. The beast rose up in him at the sight, still full of hot hatred for the group that would have left Draco for dead. Draco knew they felt far worse then they looked, and he was glad for it.
Reaching for some kipper, Draco glanced up as Harry sat down across from him. Eyes straying over the gorgeous boy for long moments, Draco resumed filling his plate, determined to eat before breakfast was over and not think about how last night had left him feeling strange and weak.
Harry gave a small yawn, resting his head in his hands and staring blankly down at the table. He had not slept much, not that night or the one before. Looking up at Draco's hands as the boy spooned food onto his plate, Harry didn't have any objections. Not for his tiredness or bruises or rather sore backside. He was feeling pretty damn good, all things considered.
Draco's prank had been torturous... but unexpectedly arousing. And at the end, when Draco had basically fucked him with his magic, Harry was certain that there was nothing quite so damn maddening. Except... maybe Draco's long length, hard and driving into him...
His beast certainly didn't have a problem with the idea, also surprising to Harry. But Draco's bite had done something to the creature. Had snared it and collared it and although it still enjoyed the hunt, it thought being prey had a thrill to it as well.
Anyways, it all ended in hot fluids being spilled.
Eyes downcast as Harry mussed these thoughts around in his head, he waited silently for Draco to finish eating. The other students moved from the hall in groups as the time for first period approached. Harry waved to his friends briefly, but made no move to leave when they rambled by.
Draco finished his breakfast, sipping on a glass of juice to wash it down. Harry looked tired... and maybe a little solemn. Draco reached across, touching the cuts on Harry's face. Harry opened his eyes slowly, staring.
“I'm going to have to heal them today,” Harry said. “I have to take care of some stuff at Gringotts this weekend. I thought maybe you'd want to charm your handiwork?”
Draco nodded, a small sinking in his stomach at the realization that Harry would not be around for the weekend. He took his wand out, carefully knitting the flesh back together until no signs remained of the slashes Draco had made.
Harry caught Draco's hand when the boy turned his aim to the bite on his neck. “Leave it. That one stays.” He kissed Draco's fingers, rubbing his cheek against them and sending butterflies through Draco's stomach that he tried to squelch. “...Ready?”
Heart in his throat, Draco nodded again, extracting his hand from Harry's warm grasp. They got up, taking bags and books with them, and walked down their respective sides of the table until reaching the end.
Now that he could reach, Harry grabbed Draco, kissing him hard, stepping into him until they were crushed together. Caught off guard, Draco dropped his bag and wrapped his fingers in Harry's hair, kissing back hot and desperate, not realizing how much he had wanted to until that moment. Then he pushed Harry back and stepped away, trying to regain his senses as the last of the students left the Great Hall.
Harry glared at him, panting while he ran his fingers over where Draco had bit his lip moments ago. He reached, trying to capture Draco's arm and pull him back. But Draco slipped away, ducking for his bag and turning towards the door.
Harry followed quickly, walking beside Draco, eyes straying over the boy distractedly. He touched Draco's shining white blond hair, flowing silky and loose for a change. “You look nice. You hardly ever wear jeans.”
Draco nodded, eyes flicking to Harry's possessive gaze and quickly looking away. “Well, you know my family. Have to keep up appearances, and that rot.” His step faltered as Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulder, but that seemed to be all Harry was going to do, so he kept walking.
Their classmates were waiting in front of the door to the Potions classroom, Snape still hidden away until first period officially started. Harry didn't remove his arm from Draco once reaching his friends and Draco didn't really want the touch to stop, so he kept quiet about it.
Alone with Harry, things seemed slow and heady. But with other people the world sort of sped up and got loud, much to Draco's annoyance. The bouncing Finnigan could have had something to do with that.
“Harry, perfect, we were trying to figure out something.” Seamus welcomed them over, moving aside so Hermione and Ron could see as well.
Harry pulled his gaze reluctantly away from Draco's bowed head. “Hmm? What's that?”
“Seamus, stop. It's rude,” Hermione broke in, glaring at the boy. “I'm sure they have a perfectly good reason...” She blushed as Harry turned his gaze to her. “Ignore him. It's no one's business but your own.”
Harry raised his brows at that, wondering if somehow someone might have figured out the hell he had been through yesterday with Draco's butt plug prank. Draco didn't look particularly malicious though, which would be expected right before walking into a Malfoy style ambush. “What?”
Hermione sighed, and Ron glowered and crossed his arms over his chest. “They want to know more about the bite,” Ron muttered.
Seamus nodded. “The mark. We were wondering why Malfoy didn't have one.”
“Ah...” Harry clicked his mouth shut, really not sure if he wanted to explain why he hadn't bitten Draco. Draco distracted him from the issue, huffing and pulling out from underneath Harry's arm.
“Because the stubborn git has a conscience,” Draco said with a scowl, clearly not pleased about the subject. Harry went to hold the boy again, but Draco was having none of it, his anger raised at the memory of their first encounter when Harry had refuse to fuck and claim him when the opportunity had been given.
What the hell did that mean of Draco, biting Harry even while his higher functioning mind had known it was a stupid mistake to get caught up with the Golden Boy? Fucking Harry and his fucking self control and scruples.
“Seamus, drop it,” Hermione ordered, seeing Draco's annoyance and how Harry was acting in response. “Like I said, its not our business.”
“I know, I just wanted to know what it means when only one is marked.” Seamus said curiously. “I thought a mated pair of beasts had matching marks. Not that you see many beast much these days.”
“They do...” Harry said carefully, watching Draco stiffen at the words. “But just because some of us have very strong instincts, it doesn't mean we feel comfortable giving in... At least, not until certain things are known.”
Draco looked about ready to hex Harry across the hallway. “And some people are just so fucking repressed, they don't know to stop fighting and just accept the situation for what it is.” He looked Harry up and down, huffed in disdain and then turned to Seamus.
“Finnigan, you want to know what it means when only one is marked? To the beast it means that its chosen just doesn't give a fuck. It won't protect its mate, won't defend its territory, and certainly won't fight off any potential suitors. Its a clear sign that the relationship is one sided and doomed.”
Harry sighed in exasperation. “No its not. Not really.”
Draco raised a brow, anger crackling underneath his calm exterior. “Really? How about you have a chat with your beast and see what it thinks about it.”
Rolling his eyes, Harry stood long moments, his expression slowly growing grimmer as the seconds ticked by.
“Well?” Draco pressed, hands on his hips.
“My beast thinks that you're a willful, vicious pain in the ass.” Harry held his hand up to stop Draco from retorting. “And to capture one as powerful and enthralling as you, it has chosen to use cunning instead of brute force. Because it knows, as well as you and your beast, that for a claiming to actually work the stubborn prat human mind has to fucking give in.”
Harry was glowering, head held high and eyes in slits as he turned towards the classroom door that had finally opened.
Snape gave them all a hard look as he sensed the tension in the air, and then stepped aside so the students could file in. “The final steps of your potions are at hand. Instructions are on the desk if you have questions. I will be in Lab 2.” He did not disappear right away this time, narrowing his eyes on Harry and the mark on his throat long moments.
Harry didn't feel like dealing with a snapping Snape so he stepped into the room quickly and started going through his notes.
Draco was such a stubborn ass. All the time really, so Harry had no idea why he let the boy get to him anymore. But he couldn't stop himself, like little fire ants stinging at his skin every time the sexy prat opened his mouth. It was either bicker with the boy, or shove something between the Slytherin's very pink lips before he had a chance to say something snarky...
Harry paused at that thought, turning his gaze to Draco's fuming form as he scribbled furiously on his notes. Draco looked nearly untidy with his hair free and in jeans and a band t shirt. Sure, the fabric clung in very attractive ways, reminding Harry very well of what was under it all... but Draco looked sort of messy... and that was damn hot. Almost rain, quidditch and mud hot...
Harry peered closer to see what Draco was writing, only to scowl at the lewd swears and Harry's name filling in the margins.
“Malfoy...” Harry growled. Draco stiffened but didn't turn, writing another line about fucking coward Gryffindor beasts that don't know how to fucking take what they want like proper.
Harry grinned then, dark and heated, and pressed into Draco's back to whisper hot breath against his ear. “Is that what you want, Malfoy? Me to force you to submit?” Draco hissed, writing another line, this time about clueless fucks, and no fucking duh, shithead.
Harry nuzzled into Draco's neck, the boy still tense and quite livid before him. “After you tell me that you are mine, I will fucking take what I want, Draco. Whenever I want it. I have waited... Watching you watch me, want me, and hide from it at every turn. You will tell me. And it will be fucking loud when you do,” Harry promised, abruptly pulling away from Draco, who was swaying weakly on his feet, holding the desk for balance.
But Draco was still glaring, his eyes burning between anger and lust, and Harry knew just how long that fire could last in the stubborn, beautiful boy. Anger was Draco's first and favorite weapon of choice, his defender and protector from everything that made him feel overwhelmed and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, a lot of that currently being Harry and all those many feelings he was certain Draco was still running from.
If Harry was going to get through to Draco, he knew he had to get around that anger. He had to strike when Draco was unsuspecting and calm, not bristling and murderous. That's why he had went to Draco last night, waking the boy from sleep. And that's why Harry would wait long days until he touched Draco again, until the Slytherin was lost and aching for Harry again.
As much as Harry knew Draco's anger, he knew the boy's lust. It would not take long to bend Draco to him.
That was another problem. Because as Draco made sure their potion didn't turn to a smoldering evaporated mess of cauldron, along with their combined grade, Harry couldn't help staring and wanting to take the stubborn git... Draco was peering down, biting his lip in concentration as hazy steam rose up from their cauldron. Hair fluttering around him, the boy looked rather angelic.
Maybe Harry would fuck him over by the bookcase on the wall, where he would be able to position Draco to just the right height and Draco would have something sturdy to grab onto...
“Potter, get your hand off my ass.” Draco hissed lowly, glaring around to see if any of the Gryffindor students had noticed. They had, bloody observant wankers. Draco swatted at the damn nuisance that was Harry Potter, only to have Harry step up, now both hand tight on his jean clad behind as he pressed into him boldly.
Shit. Fire was quickly tingling through Draco, tightening his muscles under Harry's hands, his breath quickening and body very much responding...
“Seriously, you two. Have some consideration,” Ron muttered. “This class is difficult enough without me being sick.”
Draco glared, annoyed to have been interrupted by Weasley. Even though moments ago Draco had been adamant that if Harry so much as looked towards him he was going to hex the bloody bastard... Pushing the thought from his mind, he glanced back at Harry's bowed head, green eyes looking particularly steamy.
“You all are pretty rubbish at potions. Well, except Thomas and Granger.”
“Yes, we are. Maybe you should have thought of that before cursing all your housemates,” Neville spoke up with a sigh. Pansy had been a right mean bitch, but she had been determined to make sure they passed.
Draco shrugged, not feeling particularly sorry. The Slytherins had deserved it, and to be honest, now that his housemates weren't cursing and hexing the Gryffindors' potions whenever they got a chance, the group was improving. Even Longbottom.
But that thought was short lived, Harry's hands suddenly deciding that holding wasn't enough and began rubbing Draco's ass.
“Potter, this is not my thing,” Draco stressed as he was pushed forward, thighs hitting the desk. He was very much annoyed to be touched in front of anyone, never mind a room full of Gryffindors that didn't even have the courtesy to look away while Harry pawed at him. “Wait till lunch, or something...” he trailed off, Harry's hands moving to Draco's hips and pulling him back so he could feel how Harry was hard and didn't want to wait.
Harry breathed against Draco's neck, watching the soft bright strands move with each puff. “No one cares, Malfoy,” he murmured, slowly grinding against Draco's ass as the Slytherin tried to keep from making that moan Harry liked to hear so much.
Shaking his head, Draco tried to push Harry away since he couldn't move forward. It did not have the effect he had hoped for, Harry's grip and energy raising in intensity as Draco bucked against him.
“Potter, you fucking waste... let me go...” Draco snarled, but Harry had his mouth on the back of Draco's neck, teeth biting, tongue laving, and it was getting very difficult to pull out of the heat. Maybe it had to do with the cauldrons shimmering, turning the air a steamy purple color...
Draco closed his eyes, his head bent down as he gripped the desktop and tried not to give in. All Harry was doing was rubbing against him. It wasn't like he was spread out over the desk or anything. Draco could resist this... had to... He was fucking surrounded by Gryffindors!
“Potter, I am going to count to five... If you are not off me by then, I am going to hex you. Do you understand?” Draco bit out.
Harry, of course, responded by running hands down the front of Draco's soft cotton tee, and then his jeans and pausing at Draco's growing bulge. “Try it... Let's see what happens...” Harry challenged, not caring in the slightest that he had told himself only minutes ago that he wanted to avoid getting Draco angry.
Draco was fucking hot when he was angry. Why wouldn't Harry want to annoy the sexy prat until he started hexing?
Draco had started counting, only to get lost at three, trying to remember if he had said four yet or not. Harry was moving slowly, achingly slow, and it was reminding Draco of that crazed, suffocating dream of last night where Harry had been so gentle... so very, very thorough... his tongue driving and persuasive inside him and... oh...
“Four, Malfoy... It comes after three,” Harry encouraged, his mouth wide and sucking on the flesh beneath Draco's ear.
Draco inhaled sharply, Harry rubbing particularly hard while finding the edge of Draco's shirt and slipping under. “I'm... going to kill you...” Draco groaned, his legs spreading, hips moving with Harry's persistent grinding.
“Not if you don't get to five...” Harry teased, fingers now fiddling with Draco's waistband. “If you only knew how you looked...” Harry's voice had become very hoarse, a soft, broken moan trying to pull free that he buried into Draco's throat.
And Draco had to wonder blearily just how the two of them did look, with Harry trapping him, tanned hands moving over his pale flesh while their hips kept forever rocking. The mental image made Draco arch, body lengthening and bowing back as Harry ran strong hands over him.
Then Draco caught sight of the other occupants again, and remembered they were not even remotely alone.
This was so not okay... Draco shook his head and then made a fist, his claws biting into his palms until blood trickled. He reached for his beast, more than enough sex energy moving through Draco to call it loud and strong.
“...Five.” He announced with wet lips, right before reaching up and behind him, grabbing Harry's chest and shoulders, and hauling the boy over his back and head and throwing him across the large room.
Harry, the bloody coordinated bastard, rolled and landed in a simple crouch on the ground, managing not to hit the wall, or desks, or cauldrons. It was actually quite an accomplishment, which Draco admired quietly as Harry stood, power raising with the explosive Gryffindor.
If Draco didn't know better, he'd say Harry had liked his show of strength. A lot.
“Nope, this is actually worse,” Ron muttered in exasperation, trying to put himself between Harry and his precarious grade. “Do not fight in here. These cauldrons are sensitive.”
Harry was grinning, staring Draco down and ignoring the wands suddenly pointed his way in defense. But Draco noticed them, and he turned to stare incredulously at Harry's housemates. “What, you're going to curse your Golden Boy?”
Hermione snorted, stepping forward towards Harry. “If you knew the stuff Harry gets up to when mad like this, you would understand. Nearly had to kill him after you first woke up, the way his beast was raging over you. He asks us to, just to keep him from destroying the castle.”
Draco raised a brow at that, turning to look Harry up and down. “Now who's the one in control, hmm Potter?” He taunted, Harry always so damn smug about his power over his instincts.
Harry didn't even have the grace to look embarrassed, his grin widening to manic. “Mione, he's not talking.” Ron pressed, eyebrows raising and head tilting to get the girl to do her thing. But Hermione hesitated, looking instead to Draco. “Malfoy, can you fix him? You are his... well... mate, and all.”
Draco again ran his eyes over Harry, taking in his tensed muscles, clawed fingers and very prominent erection. Draco could do something... but fix? He delved deep, talking to his beast.
The beast didn't think Harry needed fixing either... just a good, hard fuck...
Eyes glazed for a moment, Draco slowly refocused on Harry, who looked about ready to hunt him down and maim him. If he did, Draco was certain he would enjoy the experience.
“Come on, Potter. You're freaking your friends out.” Draco walked slowly to the classroom door, eyes never leaving Harry as the boy continued to stare. “Hurry now... before I get away.”
With a wicked grin, Draco slipped out the door and started walking down the hall.
*****
Draco heard Harry crash through the bathroom door, not bothering to turn as the boy strode up behind him and breathed down his neck.
It was amazing to think all the time they were suddenly spending together, and yet still couldn't make it through a full conversation about anything. Last week they had been flirting and laughing and even talking about quidditch and school during their potions partner work.
Not that Draco had much to say at the moment. Just... that he was becoming concerned that if he felt sex starved and lust driven every time he saw Harry, it might become, well, exhausting.
A good exhausting, he thought as Harry gripped his shoulders tightly, but maybe a bit boring after a while. He would have to work on expanding their interactions a bit... Later. Much later.
He turned in the grasp, noticing Harry looked almost sweet without Draco's slashes on his face.
Harry was staring at Draco's hands, looking at them in awe. Draco raised them, watching as Harry's eyes followed, and then his hands, tentatively brushing fingers to fingers.
“Draco... You threw me across the room...” Harry's voice was rough, eyes hazy like a summer day in the forest.
“Yes, you did seem to like that.” Draco watched Harry's face as the Gryffindor continued to play with his hands, fingers caressing and then biting in, only to jump back and sooth over again.
“You're strong...” Harry whispered, dragging his gaze up to Draco's. “When you bit me... I could feel how strong... how powerful...” Harry swallowed, fingers twining with Draco's as he held himself still.
“...Do you want me to show you how strong I am?” Draco asked, stepping forward and tightening his grip on Harry's hands.
“Yes,” Harry breathed out, eyes wide and lips parted.
Draco stared long moments. Harry's expression was similar to right after Draco had claimed him... and very reminiscent of only yesterday, Harry's face streaked with dirt and sweat and rubbing against the grass... Fuck.
The gorgeous idiot was going to drive Draco crazy.
Draco released Harry's hands and stepped forward, pushing Harry back and stumbling across the room and up against the door. Draco followed, locked the door with a loud click, then pushed Harry's wrists up on either side of his head.
Harry was grinning crookedly, face flushed as he stared intently at Draco's mouth, waiting for a kiss. The expression was very sweet... annoyingly so.
Why couldn't Potter just stick to the whole angry, forceful fucking and stop trying to be romantic? Draco didn't want romance. He didn't want softness and sweetness and to feel the damn ache that kept twisting in his heart every time Harry looked just so at him.
Growling, Draco grabbed Harry by the shoulders, pulled him forward and then slammed him back into the door. Harry hissed, glaring back. But still he smiled that sweet way, and Draco grabbed the boy by his biceps and lifted Harry, pushing him up while Harry stared down at him in surprise.
“Fuck...” Harry grunted, fairly certain Draco was angry at him when the boy, still holding him high in the air, turned and threw him. Harry narrowly missed crashing into the sinks, but his hands and face hit the mirrored wall and cracked the glass, leaving a bleeding wound on Harry's cheek and raw sting to his palms.
Harry carefully straightened and turned, taking in Draco's burning eyes and dark grin. Yup, Draco was fucking pissed, the boy's energy pulsing in large cresting waves. And yes... he looked damn fucking sexy when he was angry.
“What's wrong, Malfoy? Rather be back in class?” Harry taunted, taking a step forward and pushing back against Draco's magical aura that was filling the room. Draco seemed to like that, Harry coming at him, and Harry took another step, and then another, straining against the pressure until he was face to face with the glaring boy.
Draco grabbed the side of Harry's face and dug his thumb into the cut there. Harry clasped unyielding fingers on his wrist, pulling the hand away and glaring back into the angry silver eyes. “You've mussed your hair,” Harry pointed out, using his free hand to take a chunk of the white blond locks and twist.
Draco laughed harshly in the hold, and then pushed Harry hard, once again sending the boy backwards across the room. Draco's head stung where Harry had nearly taken his hair with him, but he didn't care, stalking forward, turning Harry and slamming him face first into the mirrored wall.
Dazed, it took Harry a moment to notice that the hands pushing him forward were pulling at his pants, roughly fighting with the clasp to his jeans and tearing at his fly. Harry glared blearily into the mirror, finding Draco with a vicious grin on his face as he stared at Harry and tore his pants down.
Then Draco was pushing against him, his rough jeans and bulge rubbing against Harry's bare ass. Harry moaned, enjoying how Draco seemed to suffocate him with his scent and heat, arms wrapping around him and claws digging in where they chose.
“You want me to fuck you.” It was more a statement than a question, but Harry nodded anyways, just to make sure Draco wouldn't think to stop.
“Good, Potter... 'Cus I'm going to fuck you...” Draco slammed Harry's shoulders into the wall, pulling another groan from Harry.
Harry licked his lips, a slick rush of magic moving inside him where Draco was pressing his wand to his entrance. Harry wondered if that was how Draco had gotten the butt plug in yesterday, only to cry out, knees suddenly failing him, when Draco pressed his cock against his entrance and thrust forward.
“Oh gods... could've... fucking... warned...” Harry trailed off, Draco's length forcing its way in, widening his channel and stealing his breath. It was as intense as the butt plug, even more so because Draco gave him no time to adjust. It didn't tear him, the spell had prevented that, but the size and thickness was absolutely overwhelming.
Draco fucked Harry like he fought, unbridled and brutal and fucking owning him. And Harry pushed back as he took it, trying to gain some sort of leverage against the glass, seeking out Draco's face close beside him. Draco caught the gaze, holding it as he snarled at Harry.
Harry wasn't quite sure what the hell Draco was so angry about, but it felt fucking fantastic.
Hands tightening on his hips, Draco pulled Harry's off of the wall, spreading the boy's shaking legs wide and forcing him to stand without support. Harry moved his arms above, grabbing at Draco's neck and shoulder for something to hold to. Draco grabbed Harry's hair, forcing him to stare at himself in the mirror while he continued to slowly thrust into the boy.
“You look like a right slut, Potter.” Draco pulled at Harry's shirt, pushing it up to show off Harry's straining erection. He didn't touch it, just allowed Harry to see how hard and red he was while Draco filled him. And Harry had to agree, his face terribly flushed, eyes dazed and streaking tears, and mouth very wide open as he moaned and panted.
“Draco... please...” Harry could barely stand, his legs quaking under the strain of his own weight and the unbearable feel of Draco moving inside his slick passage. And either Draco took pity on him, or could no longer stand to see his expression, because he pushed Harry back up against the wall, burying himself in deep.
Fingers pressed against his mouth, and Harry sucked them in, licking and wrapping his tongue mindlessly around the digits. Draco thrusts were changing, slowing in pace but increasing in force, fucking him slow and deep and hard.
“Ask me nice... and I'll hit your prostate...” Draco demanded, biting Harry's ear hard. Remembering vaguely of the way Draco had screamed when Harry had found his, it sounded like a damn fine idea.
“...Please?” Harry whimpered, brows furrowed as the fingers in his mouth began sliding over his lips, dripping saliva and forcing him to follow with his tongue to chase them.
“Nicer than that,” Draco said with a dark chuckle.
Harry groaned, pushing back into the hips that had stopped moving. “Please Draco... fuck me... come on!” He whined, nipping at the fingers to spur the boy on.
Draco was outright laughing now, the fucking prat. Harry forced his heavy head up, catching Draco's gaze in the mirror. “Malfoy, finish what you fucking started—fuck!” Harry shouted, Draco suddenly driving into his deep and hitting something that ached and sparked red behind his eyes.
“Oh fuck...” Harry fell forward into the mirror, Draco pumping into him with abandon, bruising his hips and shoulders and chest against the wall with every thrust. “Fuck yes... oh yes... more... Draco... more...” Draco was his beast, fucking raw and untamed and damn, damn big inside him.
“Potter, you sound like a whore,” Draco growled, biting at Harry's neck in sharp deep pinches. And then lingering on the mark on Harry's throat, tongue laving and teeth sinking in. Harry jerked as Draco bit him again, reclaiming him, and making his heart ache for it. “Draco... Draco, I'm...”
Draco heard the unbridled need, and reached for Harry's length, bobbing with every thrust he took. He quickly ran his hand across Harry's stomach, using the sweat plus Harry's saliva of earlier as a quick lubrication, and wrapped his fist around Harry's cock. Harry shouted loud, moving into the touch and then pressing back against Draco.
Fuck, but Harry wanted it bad... Draco felt dizzy from the plain need in Harry. Even now, even with Draco being brutal and rough, Harry still needed him. Still needed his touch and his presence and... fuck. Fuck Harry Potter and his fucking sentiment.
Harry gave a low cry, his body clenching, cock swelling and spurting against the mirror and Draco's hand. Shifting, Draco dug fingers into Harry's hips and slammed into him, trying to erase the feel of sweetness Harry's voice and expression had left in him.
Harry gave low, long moans as Draco continued to fuck him, his body aching inside and out... But especially inside, Draco's cock shaping him brutally. This was what Draco needed right now, Harry realized wearily as he leaned his face on the cool mirror. Needed to not feel so weak around Harry... Needed to not feel so vulnerable...
“You're... almost...” Harry could feel it, could feel how Draco grew inside him, and he clamped his muscles tight in response, wanting Draco to shout. But Draco just hissed against his neck, grinding into Harry and marking him deep inside with his hot seed.
But Harry needed too, and when Draco pulled out of him and cleaned himself off, Harry turned and pulled him back, kissing him deep. Draco let him, opening to his tongue, kissing back just as passionately and needy. Then he growled again, pushing Harry away and glaring.
Harry was not surprised when Draco left this time, slamming the door behind him. He didn't know whether to feel glad that Draco very clearly had some emotions concerning him beyond the lust of his beast, or frustrated that the closer Harry got to discovering said emotions, the more vicious Draco came when pushing him away.
Harry slowly cleaned himself up, using magic to keep any awkward fluids from appearing later in the day. Then he healed the cut on his face, and the cracks in the mirror.
He returned to class, knowing Draco wouldn't be there, and watched over the potion that the Slytherin had shown a genuine interest in. Harry let his friends chat to him about inane things he used to really enjoy, while quietly he thought.
He had once thought of a lot of things before Harry had seen Draco chained and stretched out nude. Then the rest of the world had sort of melted away in a red haze of lust and need when Harry's beast had roared in his ears, unwilling to let the opportunity go. So loud, until Harry couldn't stop but touch Draco's beautiful bruised body.
He had fought with the beast then, struggled not to take Draco without true consent, without honesty and fairness. Because even if Draco wasn't Voldemort's, it didn't mean he was Harry's. Even when the beast roared otherwise.
Harry suspected if he did claim Draco, did give the beast what it kept loudly demanding, it might finally settle down again. Might stop the maddening throb he felt every time he caught sight of the blond. And Draco wanted to be claimed. Harry understood the Slytherin's anger about it earlier, about the beast feeling unloved and unwanted without the mark.
Still, Draco had to admit his feelings. Harry would not yield. Not on this. Not even if it destroyed him. Draco would tell him. Harry would make him.
As strong and powerful as Harry's beast was, Harry was stronger, and dare he say, far more determined. He had fought with the beast many a time over the last three years, and he had always won. Always. He would not lose on this either.
*****
Harry did not see Draco again for the rest of the day. He lingered at lunch, and then at dinner, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Slytherin, but Draco never ate. Harry assumed he was holed up in his room again. He could have gone to see, could have caressed and kissed and tasted the obstinate boy until Draco gave in and spread to him, like the night before.
But there was too much to do, what with packing and getting his financial documents ready for the Goblins tomorrow. And then Ron and Hermione wanted to 'chat,' which was their way of ambushing him into listening to all their many, few valid, concerns about the 'Malfoy Issue.' And once Harry had fended that line of conversation off with a big, its none of your bloody business rant, they started on about how the Dursleys were kicking him out now that he was of age and out of school, and shouldn't he want to move in with them at their place for a bit.
Maybe Harry should have wanted to move in with them, had even thought of it seriously when he had first received the note from the Goblins that he was being 'disowned,' as the Dursleys had put it. But Harry had realized that his friends had greater expectations on who he was, and was supposed to be, then first thought.
It wasn't necessarily a poor thing, just that it created a lot of pressure. Pressure Harry didn't want to have to deal with on a daily basis from his friends, never mind the rest of the damn wizarding world. As it was, he could barely escape Ron and Hermione with a whole castle to hide in. What would it be like in the small apartment Ron's brothers had helped him find?
No, Harry would deal with the Goblins tomorrow, deal with his vaults, and seek some place quiet to live once he was free of Hogwarts. Hermione wanted him to jump in, rush to the next big thing while he was fresh from school. But really, Harry didn't give a fuck what Hermione wanted for him. He wanted to figure out what he wanted instead.
And how Draco Malfoy was going to fit into it.
That was the big issue, wasn't it? Harry loved the vicious, cold hearted, hot blooded prat with all he had in him. Loved his taunts, loved his snarks, loved his bitchings... There were probably some good things that Harry loved about Draco as well, but he couldn't really think of them at the moment.
The Slytherin was an ass, all said and done. Not a Death Eater, but still a right bastard. And at some point, Harry had begun to find it endearing. Sometimes infuriating, but still, Draco was damn adorable when malicious. And Draco was adorable a lot.
Draco had bit Harry. He had claimed him. Had taken the opportunity again that very day, even when clearly angry, to make sure Harry knew that he belonged to Draco. It was an unspoken commitment. It meant Draco wanted to stay with Harry, possibly forever.
At least, as long as it took for one of them to kill the other, in what apparently was turning out to be a normal occurrence of rage between the two.
Harry didn't know what Draco wanted to do after school. All he knew for certain was that he wouldn't be running off to join the Dark Lord. Maybe there was a job the blond wanted? Some sort of dream he'd been seeking to catch once free of Hogwarts?
It bothered Harry that he didn't know. Because Harry didn't know how he was going to fit in with what Draco wanted. If he even could.
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