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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.

Chapter List
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Pairing:
Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Disclaimer:
All rights belong to their respective owners among which are J.K. Rowling,
Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, Warner Bros. and probably others. I am
doing this for fun, not money.

Warning:
NC-17, would eventually include MPreg, Slash (M/M), HJ, Rim, Oral,
Anal, BDSM, D/s, Char. Death, Dub Con (at least a few side characters will
die, I am yet to decide on whether on not there should be a happy-end). To make
it absolutely clear, this story will feature relationship and (explicit) sex
between two males. If anyone is offended by such themes, they should reconsider
continuing further.

Edited:
by Mat

A/N: The
smutty bits start here, but not quite. I'd like to apologize for the late
posting of this chapter, but I didn't like the first version I wrote and sat
down to rewrite it completely.

Also, I've
attempted to make an update list. Don't worry I'll only add people who had
clearly expressed their desire to be in it. If someone has not received a
notice, please say so and put your mail in case, sorry for the inconvenience.

And I have to
state that this will not be non-con in the true sense of it, it just borders,
as it would be clear in later chapters, but I added the warning just in case.

Chapter
FOUR

Truth in a
Kiss

The body
beneath him was so eager and all Draco could think about was losing himself in
it. He wanted to plunge into the soft and constricting heat that he knew was
awaiting him. But first he wanted to devour his partner a little.

His hands
trailed over the body and caressed every square inch of it. His fingers pinched
the nipples � the action was agonizingly close to actually causing pain, but just
barely and the moment he felt the back of the boy arcing in demand for more he
left the aching buds and bent his head licking a hot and wet trail from the
jugular over the sternum and then towards the navel where he dipped his tongue
and circled the flesh sensing the constriction of the toned muscles beneath.

The blond
continued, slightly grazing his teeth and pulling the trail of soft hairs that
went south to the straining erection that wept for his attention.

He smiled
against the sweaty skin and buried his nose in the nest of curls just above the
hard member inhaling the musky smell of arousal and sweat.

He lifted
his head and stared at the intense gaze of his lover � eyes hazed, pupils
dilated to an extent that the irises were almost indistinguishable, heavy lids
fighting the urge to shut and barely making it.

His hand
encircled the flesh but remained relaxed and unmoving, promising pleasure but
not fulfilling that promise.

Draco
smiled, almost sure that the poor soul was beyond reason and only dreamt of his
mouth over the prick that now lightly touched his throat. His grin widened and
he slowly, still staring at the misty eyes, moved lower and opened his mouth
above the strained cock. Then his tongue darted out and licked the precome that
was oozing from it.

His free
hand reached for the small tube of lube that lay on the wide bed waiting for
its part in the enticing game. He squeezed a bit on the abs and dipped his
fingers coating them thoroughly. Then just as his head lowered taking the
erection as deep as it would go, two of his fingers pressed none too gently at
the puckered hole and breached it reaching firmly in till they went all the
way. His thumb pressed the sensitive flesh of the perineum.

The body
beneath him thrashed at the combined assault of pleasure and pain, uncertain of
where one ended and the other began. The hips jerked up in attempt to get more
of everything. Draco used his teeth as his fingers grazed the spongy bundle of
nerves sending another wave of pleasurable pain or painful pleasure.

And then
just as the body beneath him reached the verge of orgasm, he stopped and
withdrew leaving his victim in limbo. He smiled evilly before turning and
walking away without looking back at the bound and unfulfilled body of Harry
Potter on the bed.

The fifteen
minutes were up.

Dec 3^rd
1997 Wednesday

C-Day �
Blaise had come up with that one as in Celibacy Day � came entirely too soon as
far as Draco was concerned. He had not been able to have enough sex to last him
for the time in which he would lack that pleasant physical exercise. And it was
not for lack of trying. In fact he had fucked anyone and everyone he could
until his overworked body had cried mercy and then some more.

He got almost
no sleep but he figured that he would have more than enough time to make up for
that. He let his homework pile up, since this would be one of the ways to pass
time when sex was not an option. And among sex, lessons and more sex, he had
managed to find a place to settle the fire and the cauldron over it for the
next 42 days.

Yet no matter
the personal sacrifice that the potion demanded, Malfoy didn't even consider
postponing his plan with another moon cycle. No way. As strange as he himself
found it, somehow the fact that he would have to pay such a high price for his
revenge only served to make him even more confident and determined to show
Potter where he belonged.

And that
would be under Draco in all senses of the world. The blond wouldn't consider
his own inferiority to Potter in terms of DADA, Quidditch or popularity. Those
he preferred to forget. No, The Gryffindor would be under him and Draco would
make him crave being under. Crave being claimed, fucked, thoroughly shagged and
even loved; only to be tossed aside when all those feelings reached their
inevitable peak. Then he would humiliate the idiot, stump him and walk over the
bloody and teary mess left of him. Yes. That was it.

But now that
his suffering had begun and with no pleasurable activities to occupy him, Draco
returned to the question that needed clarifification � Potter's sexual
preferences. He needed to determine the answer to this pending question, since
he was not willing to suffer for a month and a half and then end up with a
potion that was not worth to polish the soles of his boots with. And that
occupied most of his thoughts.

Pansy and
Blaise who had been 'chosen' to be his 'exclusive lovers' for the period of the
potion brewing, spent the evenings in his room studying and helping him with
ideas that would expose the Wonder Boy's preferences. In the end the answer
came from the Weasel. And if that was not ironic, Draco didn't know what was.

Dec 7^th
Sunday � 13^th Saturday 1997

Harry stood
rooted to the floor and stared at the retreating back of the boy that
purposefully walked away from him. He blinked a few times in an attempt to get
himself free from the stunned state he had been since the boy left him. A
trembling hand flew towards his lips and touched the still slightly swollen
flesh.

It was the
second kiss from a male that he had received in only two days. The Gryffindor
was at a loss of what to think. It was as if the world had suddenly decided to
turn itself upside down, but had forgotten to inform Harry of it.

And as if
that was not enough there was also the troublesome fact that he couldn't lie to
himself. He had not felt so repulsed by the firm, yet strangely gentle lips
that had assaulted his.

The first
time he had been too surprised to be able to do much more than freeze in place
and just let himself be kissed. But this second kiss had been less of a shock
he had felt a strange and almost comfortable warmth at the base of his spine �
it had been kind of pleasant and nice, and he had felt his lips giving way and
then the tongue of his strange attacker and it had all been just a bit�
intriguing, maybe promising.

It had been
significantly better than his 'wet' experience with Cho or the rather pathetic
close-mouthed kisses he had shared with Ginny over the week at the Burrow
during the summer.

The next day
passed without any surprising lip-locks and part of Harry felt just the tiniest
bit disappointed even if he was unwilling to admit it to himself. He caught
himself staring at his male schoolmates with new eyes. He was watching them
with appraisal and interest which went further than simple friendship.

The two boys
that had kissed him were not people he knew and when he searched for their
faces in the crowd during the meals he noticed that they didn't betray in any
way that something had occurred between one of the� and the Boy Who Lived.
Harry on his part was not the kind who would go to them just like that. He didn't
dare. He had no idea what he might ask them. It was not as if he could corner
them and ask why they had kissed him. He would blush ten shades of pink and red
and would probably lose his ability to speak in the process.

Relationships
just didn't work for him. So he waited.

And he was
rather grateful that his attackers at least had the wisdom to approach him when
there were no witnesses or rumours about his new affairwould have been all over
the school and the Prophet by now.

But somewhere
in the back of his mind he decided that the next kiss he was subjected to � and
he was surprised how eagerly he hoped it was not just a two-time occasion �
would be the one he would let himself participate in. Just to see what it is,
he thought.

But with his
luck that never seemed to match his hopes, the next person who kissed him
happened to be a girl. And even if she was just as unfamiliar to him and the
kiss was as unexpected as the previous two, he decided that no matter what kind
of a sick game this was, he could at least get the best of it and tried to
respond. Only the warm and kind of fuzzy feeling was missing.

Yet Harry
decided that it was because he was bad at kissing.

However, when
that strange tall boy shoved him in the secluded alcove on the fifth floor and pressed
his lips to Harry's, the feeling was there. When the Gryffindor tentatively
opened his mouth and let the probing tongue, that was licking his lips enter it
felt rather nice. He tried to mimic the action and felt the tender rubbing of
the two tongues. And then he tilted his head and moved his body to get a better
access and his hands as if on their own accord flew to press the other head
closer to his and�

And he felt
something strange at his thigh and even he was not that dim to mistake the firm
pressure of an erection on his leg. To his own dismay and utter shock he felt a
similar twitching in his own nether regions and his prick started to harden. It
jerked Harry back to presence. He jumped away from the boy looking at his face
with eyes wide with confusion and horror and with thousands other mixed
feelings fighting for his immediate attention in his heart. And this time it
was him that went away.

Back in his
dorm and alone in bed that same evening the Boy Who Lived had to think of
things that he didn't know how to approach. He was probably gay. And he didn't
know what that made him feel.

As a person
raised among Muggles and more specifically the Dursley's, he knew that
homosexuality was basically frowned upon. Oh, there were all those
organizations and movements for the rights of the gay people, but the fact,
that nevertheless those that were different in any way were not considered a
normal part of the society, lingered in his mind.

And he
couldn't help but fear how his friends would react if they found out. As a
matter of fact he was not sure how he himself should react. The state of shock
that was currently prevailing in his mind left him a bit detached from the
situation and he had still not felt the full impact of the revelation, or to be
more precise - discovery of his sexual orientation. But once it settled in his
mind this would evaporate and he would be forced to face the reality. And that
was something Harry was quite willing to postpone indefinitely in the future.

When it
happened again � a girl this time � the Gryffindor decided that he needed to
question this sudden series of kissing assaults. He grabbed the hand of the
girl when she let go of him and jerked he back to him.

"Why,"
he asked in a low voice, "why did you kiss me just like that?"

Out of
curiousity he looked at her attire to see which House she belonged to, but her
plain black robe was void of crest.

When he moved
his gaze back to her face she was not panicked as he would have expected, but
rather mildly surprised.

"Oh,"
it was the first time he heard a word form any of the 'kissers'. "There's
just a bet on a dare going on, but it would be up by the end of the term."

And while
Harry tried to process her information, she jerked her hand from his grip and
left him alone.

But more than
that she left him with the certainty that her kiss had left him feel rather
cold and there was nothing like the nice buzzing of his body that the kisses of
the boys had induced. As he stared at the now empty corridor the Boy Who Lived
finally faced the terrifying truth that he was a poof.
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