One Chance | By : Addy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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One Chance
© 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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Onto the wonderful reviewers whom I so adore and thank! I’m just gobsmacked at the responses - Incredible!!!!
Erradhadh: I’m loving your story pre-ordained! LOL “Never tickle a sleeping Potter” - I love it! I’m sure Harry has a lot more to lose than his virginity at this point.
Amelia: Er, sorry it was sad - but ah thanks for the compliment! I do appreciate it.
Sisko: Lemon . . . lemon . . . where?!?!? Hehe sadly enough I had to look up the meaning of what you meant by ‘lemon’ in the category sections - can you tell I’m new to this?
Anon: ack, ack - I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying! And, uh, anon to you too! :) Sorry SCA moment.
Samantha: LOLOL So glad it’s what you love to read!!! Glad someone is reading this! I hate to even go back and reread what I wrote - I always start getting critical with myself and have to step back and say, okay - this is just for fun. “Goddess”?!?!?! Oh Merlin.
Goettia: Hope you’re getting some new chapters! I’m trying to keep with this one.
DBZ: Hot? Is it? Thanks! Have a bucket of ice, on the house!
Yana: Yeah, Draco wants Harry. It is cool, isn’t it? I love HD.
Heidi: Well damn you too! Bwahaha! There’s going to be lots, and lots of taking. I love taking. Hear them chant, “mine mine mine!” Sorry, moment.
Crazy: You are SO CRAZY! LMAO!!! TMI! No, no, um I can understand. I was, believe it or not reading this great Harry/Snape story and I got totally we.... um, well it was a happy moment is all I’ll say.
Tricia: Thanks for the return-back-read! Appreciate it here!
Sarry: OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY!!!!!
Crazy Devilish Angel: Um, yes, yes I will - er, try to that is!
Sak: I really appreciated your questions! Some of them were spectacular and what I was hoping for and even what I’m trying to work out as the story goes along. Yes, up to some point Draco thought (or maybe wanted the moment so much) that it was going to be consensual; Harry on the other hand - well . . . sometimes, when the senses are confused and everything is happening at once - there can be a fine line as to what is and isn’t and as to what one wants and doesn’t. Oh yes, the issues of that night are still not over - and yes, the characters will address them in the near future. Hmm, as far as the word ‘relationshipes -es - that can be defined as many different things, don’t you think? I’ll set some foundations soon . . but so far, Draco hasn’t really said he wants anything but, well, to have Harry and that involves a lot of sexual want. As for Harry, well he’s just a lil uncomfy right now with being pursued - what he wants is well rather jumbled up inside of him at this point . . . . just know, things haven’t been forgotten.
Yana: I love a jealous Draco - especially when he’s jealous over Harry and who, er I MEAN what Harry’s doing.
Keikokin: Oh my god I’m so flattered! I LOVE YOUR STORIES! The fact that you read mine - oh gosh thanks!!!!! ::bows:: I’m not worthy *g*!
Ralna: The library scene huh? Yeah - that was a fun bit to write. :) I like to write Hermione in a positive light - she adds strength and balance at times amidst all these hormonal guys, hmm?
bluehearts: Glad you’ve found what you’ve been looking for in a fic - er in my fic - well will wonders never cease to amaze! Re: my response to Ralna on Hermione!
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"Someday, somehow
gonna make it allright but not right now
I know you're wondering when . . ."
~Nickleback
Draco took a deep breath and then raced after Harry, down the hallway. He felt a thrill at pursuing the other boy like this. It was half the fun in his mind.
Harry looked over his shoulder a tur turned a sharp corner - Malfoy was gaining on him. There was only one thing to do about it. He skidded to a halt, pulling out his wand and aiming it at the other boy who was fast approaching.
“Stay right there, Malfoy or I swear I’ll hex you,” he yelled out. They were lucky they were deep into the castle, on their way towards the Slytherin dungeons or else they might chance being caught in their ‘disagreement’ by a member of the school staff or other students.
Draco slowed to a walk, a smirk growing on his face, “Is that so?”
“I mean it,” Harry panted, still out of breath from his escape.
“What’s the problem, Potter,” Malfoy stood casually, regarding the other boy with an unusual amount of casualness.
“What don’t you understand about all of this, Malfoy! I told you I wasn’t interested! Now back off!” Harry growled.
“And what don’t you understand about this, Potter,” Malfoy glared, stalking forward so that his chest was only an inch away from the other boy’s wand. “I want you and will have you regardless!” He stopped and looked past Harry, a look of worry on his face, “Oh shit, Filch!”
Harry gasped and turned around only to see no one there! He felt himself being tackled to the floor, his wand slipping out of his grasp and rolling away on the floor. “You bastard!” he hollered.
“I can’t believe you fell for that one, Potter!” Draco stated, sitting on top of Harry with his wand now pointed at the other boy. “Now then,” he smiled, licking his lips with delight. He scooted off of the other boy, carefully keeping his wand in front of him and aimed steady, “On your feet then. We have an appointment to keep.” He kept his wand trained on Potter as he quickly snatched up the other boy’s discarded wand, pocketing it in his cloak.
Harry snorted in mockery. He felt himself pulled up towards the other boy, his back to Draco’s chest, a wand tip pointed firmly at the middle of his back, taken hostage by the enemy.
“What makes you think you have any chance whatsoever,” Harry asked quietly as they made their way towards the Slytherin Dorms. “This sort of thing has consequences you know. I’ll report you and -“
“Potter, spare me the idle chit-chat. Besides,” he stated smugly and then whispered the next half into the Gryffindor’s ear, “you’ll lihat hat I do to you. That’s a promise.”
“You’re sick,” Harry whispered right back as they stopped outside of the portrait that lead to Slytherin “Like I’d ever want to go out with you.”.
“The only relationship we’re sharing is going to be one that’s composed of sex, sex and more sex, Potter. And as for being sick - you have no idea,” Malfoy stated sweetly. “‘Rage’,” he stated the password and the entry revealed itself. “Did I mention that I’m the only one in my house that has this period free after lunch? Hope you won’t miss divination too much, Potter.”
“This reeks of the other night, you know. What you can’t take ‘No’ for an answer,” Potter growled as they headed up the steps towards Draco’s dorm, distant memories of the previous night resurfacing in a slow, deja-vu like fashion.
Draco felt his body tense, “You weren’t protesting when we first started, in case you have forgotten.”
Harry stopped, causing Draco’s wand tip to press harshly into his back before he whirled around, “What happened last night, Draco. I want to know because I only recall fuzzy little tidbits. Tell me the truth,” Harry stated in one deep breath.
“We got drunk, ended up in bed naked, things heated up rather quickly,” he partially lied - after all he had been more than sober, but why bring that up at this point in time, right? “After a while, you said stop, I did, and have fully regretted it ever since,” he told the truth. “So, I figure, the only way I’m going to have a LITTLE piece of mind,” he moved forward and pushed Harry through the open door to the dormitory, “is I get to finish what I started.”
“You know what you can do, Draco - you can go fuck yourself because I will have no part in this! I haven’t changed my mind since last night regardless,” Harry roared, trying to push his way past the other boy and out to freedom.
“I’m not taking no for an answer this time,” Draco chuckled and shoved Harry hard, so that he landed away from the exit and on the floor. He slammed the only exit shut and quietly murmured a password-required locking spell. “Now then,” he clapped his hands together, “Onto the fun shall we?” He dodged a candlestick that was thrown his way, and quickly made his way towards the other boy only to be hit with Blaise’s copy of “Hogwarts, A History.” He felt his head spin, and swore he saw an owl or two floating around his head. Getting steady on his feet again he lunged at the boy-who-lived throwing him down onto the floor.
“Get off of me, Malfoy! HELP! RAPE!” Harry screamed aloud.
“Oh CALM DOWN, Potter!” Malfoy hollered just as loud and went still as a knee connected with his groin. “Oh holy fuck, you did not just do that,” he groaned clutching his irritated manhood, and then whirled around on his knees to tackle a fleeing Potter back down to the ground.
Harry saw stars when he hit the ground again, and his mind was slow to process that just as quickly as he was on the ground, his pants and underwear were being pulled down around his ankles. He kicked out (as best he could against the gathered fabric), feeling another body, that of Draco’s, climbing up and over his legs to press him down and hold him still against the floor. They stayed like that for a bit, Harry’s cheek pressed against the carpeted floor, with Draco’s chest against hi back, holding him down. He fought, and he fought until finally he went very, very still.
“Come on Potter,” Draco stated, breathlessly - a bit winded from having to hang onto Harry while he tried to escape. “Take a chance again. Let me fuck you. I promise you’ll like it.”
“No,” Harry stated quietly.
Draco glared, “Please?”
“NO!” Harry refused. And then his breath caught as he felt a smooth hand slowly caressing his butt-cheeks.
“Are you sure?” Draco drawled. He moved his hand from one round curve to another, squeezing and needing each piece of flesh. He nuzzled the back of Potter’s neck, letting his tongue snake out to lick quickly and teasingly at the flesh there.
“No! I mean Yes!” Harry growled and tried to wiggle away from all of the touching. “Stop it! Stop doing that!” he stated from where he was pinned laying on his stomach, his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his cloak and shirt pushed up high, all the while underneath Malfoy.
“Stop doing what,” Malfoy stated breathlessly, as he continued to kiss the back of Harry’s neck, thrilled at seeing the goose-bumps it produced on the other boys flesh. “This?” he asked as his hands squeezed the other boy’s butt. “Or this?” he stated softly as he fingered the boy’s hole softly and gently, twirling circles around it just outside the entry.
Harry gasped as he felt a finger moving delicately outside of his butt-hole and pressed his hips closer to the carpet, trying to escape it.
“Don’t fight it, Potter, you’ll love it,” Malfoy smirked and then took his finger into his mouth, wetting it before pushing it back down and into Harry.
Harry jerked at the odd sensation - his ass still felt a little sore from the previous night. “From what I remember, I didn’t like it before, what makes you think I’d like it now,” he stated quietly.
Draco sighed, and then turned the other boy around so that they were chest to chest, face to face and of course, groin to groin. “We’ll do things a little differently this time,” Draco stated, still holding strongly onto Harry, the other boy’s wrists grasped firmly above his head as to ensure no possible last-minute escape.
Harry was silent a moment and sighed. “If we shag, will you, for the love of Merlin, please leave me alone?”
“Nope,” Draco smiled down at the other boy.
“WHY THE HELL NOT!?” Harry roared.
“Because I have a feeling I’ll want to shag you again,” he ground his hardening dick into the other boy. “And again, and again,” he stated each time with an added grind.
Harry could feel his body responding to the friction and gasped as Draco ground himself against his own slowly-hardening member. “Pl-please don’t, do that, I’m -“ Harry murmured.
“That’s good that you are,” Draco kept moving, a bit breathless and leaned into kiss the other boy.
Harry saw Malfoy lean down and, knowing what was coming, turned his head away from the affection.
“Potter, kiss me,” he stated quietly, looking at the boy who was doing anything but looking at him. “Potter, our dicks are pressed up against one another and you won’t bloody well even kiss me?!” Draco growled.
“No,” Harry turned to look the boy straight in the eye. “You want to fuck, fine - but since you don’t want anything more beyond that then we’re keeping this as impersonal as we can!” To Harry, a kiss always meant something sweet, something true and filled with love. What Draco was currently pursuing him for had nothing to do with any of that.
“Fine!” Draco stated and then yanked the other boy off of the ground and shoved him towards his bed. “Then at least we can agree now on the fuck.” He yanked off his Slytherin tie and went to wind the material around the other, surprised boy’s wrists, securing them to his headboard.
“Untie me, you wanker!” Harry glared from where he know lay tied to Draco Malfoy’s bed.
“No, I don’t think so. More than likely you’d try to knock me out and make an escape - but oh we’ we’re through with the playing-hard-to-get Potter. I’m getting some ass now, thank you very much.”
“You selfish, conniving, conceited, arrogant . . .” Harry muttered as he watched Malfoy rid himself of his clothing. Unlike Harry he undressed entirely down to his birthday suit.
“Such a dirty mouth you have - hope we can find a better use for it,” Draco stated smartly, eyeing the other boy. What a pretty piece Potter made tied to his bed. The other boy’s pants and underwear were still a puddle around his ankles; he had the rest of his clothes on - a cloak that was bunched up around his shirt, vest and tie. His glasses were slightly crooked, sitting on one rather perky nose. But best yet was the piece of dick that sat nestled between two shapely thighs. It was all so very yummy.
“Didn’t you say you weren’t a virgin, Potter? Funny thing was,” he stated as he crawled up and over the other boy who was bound to his bed, “When I entered your ass the last time it was damn tight. Seemed virgin to me.”
“Yeah you did a wonderful job of deflowering me from what I can remember, Malfoy,” Harry drawled. “Hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and when I get the chance I’ll be shoving that smirk of yours right up your ass so you can know how it feels!”
“Been there, done that already - remember I’m the one with experience,” Malfoy stated, as he plucked a bottle off of his bedside table.
“What is that?” Harry asked, slightly worried.
“Lube, idiot.” Malfoy stated, all the while smoothing it all over his hands.
Harry watched, as Malfoy made a fine job of wetting his hands with the material and then his eyes widened as he saw that Malfoy had started to drip it down is butt-crack.
“THAT’S COLD, DAMNIT!” he hollered and bucked his butt a bit at the change in temperature. “What the hell do you think you’re ahhhhh,” he found his eyes closed as something pushed his way into his anus. Harry looked down to note Malfoy was grinning at him while pushing his finger around inside of his butt.
“Still rather deliciously tight,” Malfoy licked his lips and felt his dick start to rise.
Harry started to pant a bit as that finger moved around, in-and-out only to gasp as what was unquestionably another digit was inserted in.
“Feels good?” Malfoy leaned down so that his chest met Harry’s. He kissed the boy on the cheek and chuckled when Harry turned his face away, obviously making sure to communicate that he still wasn’t up for a kiss. “Don’t worry Potter, no love here. I’ll fuck you like a whore and enjoy every moment of it,” he stated breathlessly as he lowered his mouth down to suck on Harry’s neck (aiming for a nice, dark hickey for all to see) and all the while his fingers were moving delicately in and out of his partner’s ass.
“Oh god,” Harry stated and closed his eyes as his erection twitched a bit with yet another jab by his partner’s finger. He hated himself the moment he spread his legs a little bit wider. Some part of his idiotic, primitive brain screamed ‘More! Take more!’ It felt so good - the way Draco’s fingers were playing with him, it didn’t hurt and he was sure that he could spend hours being felt up like that. He jumped when he felt those fingers move to massage his balls, squeezing and tugging.
Draco kept right-on loving Harry’s neck, kissing, nipping and much to his partner’s surprise - biting, leaving harsh marks here and there only to follow them with light, fluttering brushes of his soft lips. He could feel his own manhood starting to leak some pre-cum and knew that he needed to do more with Harry’s ass than just fondle it. He looked down in pleasure to see the other boy withering rather wantonly on his bed, his wrists fighting against the restraints and his legs stretching wide and far apart, obviously offering his hole up to be fucked.
“Here we go, Potter,” Draco ground out.. “Can’t - wait - any - longer,” he ground out as he positioned his own hard penis outside of the boy’s entryway.
The words were slow to make sense to Harry but as they did he tensed a bit, and his eyes went wide, “Draco!” he stated quickly with a bit of hesitation, but deep inside, this time, he did want it all.
“Yes!” Draco moaned in ecstacy as he drove into Harry Pr. r. It felt so good, so tight, the other boy’s ass was still clean fresh, only one stroke from the previous night had ever stretched him wide. “Oh yes,” he growled, nipping at the other boy’s neck playfully again, then pulling back to arch his back into the sensation of having finally penetrated the other boy.
Harry grunted and shifted, trying to accustom himself to the new feeling of being filled by another guy. It felt a bit uncomfortable and yet, as the seconds passed by, he warmed up to the experience. His muscles began to relax and seemed to pulse, in tune to the twitching of Draco’s dick inside of him.
His eyes went wide as Draco withdrew halfway and then pushed back inside.
Draco felt a bit of smug satisfaction - it was as good as he had guessed it was going to be.
“Oh yeah,” Draco sighed as he started moving in and out of Harry’s ass. He watched with delight as the other boy squirmed in pleasure and frustration at not being able to reach down and take his own erection to hand.
Draco pulled out as far as he could and slammed in as hard as he could. If he hadn’t been so excited with the sex he might have laughed to have seen the surprised look on Potter’s face as he felt for the first time that wonderful little thing known as the prostate going to work.
“Uhn, Draco!” Harry hollered again as his prostate was hit again. “Oh, yes, please!” he whimpered not caring that he was giving into the passion of it all.
Draco felt pride and satisfaction at hearing Harry call out his name and watched as the boy started to loose it to his hormones. Oh yes, this was all very good. He watched as he fast and furiously rode the boy-who-lived to the point of a building orgasm. Oh yes, Potter’s dick was jumping and leaking for it all.
“That’s it, come for me Potter! Let me hear you scream!” Draco groaned out as fulfillment neared.
It was only a matter of seconds, seconds filled with thrusting, sweating, moaning and whimpers, later that they both hit orgasm together.
“Draco, oh FUCK me!” Harry screamed, as his body went into overload.
“You’re MINE Potter! Fucking . . Mine!” Draco yelled out and pushed good and hard, one last final time into the other boy.
Harry’s body jerked with sensation as he felt Draco claim him one last time with a solid thrust. His chest rose and fell rapidly with much needed gulps of air.
Draco collapsed a bit of his weight down and against Harry’s chest. He felt the stickiness of the skin of his lower body, near his groin sticking to Harry’s own and smiled. It was all good. He slowly pulled gently out of the other boy and watched him pant steady and heavy breaths, his eyelids shut, sweat creasing his brow, drenching strands of jet-black hair to a lovely forehead. Draco watched as the other boy’s fingers curled and uncurled, still objecting to his wrists being restrained. Yes, at that moment, Draco Malfoy could think of nothing else but how beautiful Harry Potter was. And how that beautiful Harry Potter was his.
‘Beautiful and mine,’ Draco smiled and gently reached out to push away the other boys bangs to see the scar there. Harry looked up and into Draco’s gray eyes. Their eyes met and everything stilled.
“Going to kiss me this time, Potter?” Malfoy smirked, his lips nearing the other boy’s.
Harry licked his lips, and shook his head.
Draco snorted, “Still means that much to you does it? Even after a good fuck? A kiss is worth more?”
“Absolutely,” Harry stated quietly. “A kiss is worth more than a fuck any day.”
“If you say so, Potter,” Draco stated just as qui. H. He leaned forward and ignored that Potter tensed. Instead of kissing the other boy on the lips, he dropped a light one to the lighting bolt scar on his forehead before untying him from the bed.
As soon as Harry’s wrists were free, he moved off the bed and pulled up his pants, preparing to leave.
“Potter,” Malfoy’s voice stopped him, he leaned over the bed and withdrew the other boy’s confiscated wand, tossing it to him..
“What,” Harry stated quietly as he caught his wand.
“You can count on this happening again,” Malfoy grinned from where he stretched idly on the disheveled bed.
“Not a chance,” Potter glared before he slammed the dormitory door behind him on his way out.
“Yes, but that’s what started this all,” Malfoy stated smugly to himself.
‘Take a chance . . . ‘
And so they both had; He would impatiently wait for tomorrow.
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To be continued . . . .
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