Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Seven

Harry had managed to finish his bowl of porridge, and started onto another
piece of toast. He hardly remembered Ron and Hermione were waiting for him
in the library when he looked up, but when he saw they weren\'t there, he
woke up a bit more yet. He grabbed a napkin to wipe his face, and stuffed
the last bite of toast into his mouth. Neville had been looking at him off
and on during the last ten minutes, and had asked if he was alright, just
like Hermione had. Was he really alright? Did he look that bad? He\'d smiled
easily and said he was fine, and Neville seemed acquiesced, so Harry made
for the doors, en route to the library to meet his friends.

From across the hall, Draco was quite bored with the chatter around him, not
to mention almost sick from the slurping sounds to his left and right.
Crabbe and Goyle were in their usual positions, faces down, seemingly barely
an inch away from their bowls, shoving food in their mouths. Blaise sat
across from him, one hand on top of his copy of that morning\'s Daily
Prophet, index finger moving down one line at a time as he read. His other
hand was wrapped around a mug of coffee, and Draco wondered how he\'d gotten
that. The house elves were usually under orders not to give coffee to the
students. He\'d have to ask Blaise later.

Draco had finished the meager portions of soft boiled egg and English muffin
he\'d dished onto his own plate, and had downed a glass of water afterwards.
He wished they had chairs instead of the long benches at the tables in the
Great Hall, as he really wanted to sit back right now. He didn\'t think the
rest of his House were that loyal to him to all get up and drag the entire
table closer to the wall so he could lean on it in lieu of a chair back.

Straightening his back, Draco gazed over the top of heads to try and catch a
glimpse at the Gryffindor table. He scanned along it, and only saw one patch
of bright red hair. He frowned, knowing that it was thasleaslette, and then
looked back down the table, paying no heed to having lost his air of
nonchalance. To his luck, he saw Harry stand up from his seat three quarters
of the way down the table. Each year had a habit of keeping to themselves,
usually the oldest years were at the back of the room, and successively each
year younger went in front of them, all the way up to the first years
sitting at the other end facing the staff table at the head of the room.

\"I forgot my bag in the common room,\" Draco said absently, to no one in
particular. Blaise didn\'t even look at him, but slightly raised an eyebrow,
knowing full well that Draco had left his bag in their room. Draco didn\'t
want to lug it upstairs when they were going right back down to the dungeons
for Potions anyway, but Blaise digressed, and made a small \'hmm\', that was
probably not even heard by Draco.

Draco got up from the table, trying not to walk with his usual attention
grabbing presence as he made his way to the end of the Slytherin Table.
Harry was already half way to the doors, and there weren\'t many students
leaving at this time, in the middle of breakfast. Draco thought of flipping
the hood of his robes up, hiding his tell tale silver blond hair, but
thought that might be just as conspicuous, especially following right after
Harry. He wondered if Dumbledore was watching his favorite student, and
knowing that he and Draco certainly didn\'t get on very well, if he\'d send
McGonagall out to investigate, or something.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, and Draco made it out of the Great Hall
and veered to the side, stepping out of the way of the open doors so no one
would see him. He looked left, and frowned, not seeing Harry, but then
turned to his right. There was Harry. Pretty, little Harry Potter, all
alone. Draco smirked and started after him, being as quiet as he could.
Harry\'s shoes weren\'t making much of a sound on the stone floor, but Draco\'s
boots would make a much louder thump if no precautions were taken, as he
stalked his prey.

Draco slid his wand out of the special pocket it was hidden in, inside his
robes, and whispered something to it, still walkin he he did so. He aimed
it at Harry\'s side, which was swaying in and out of view, as his arm swung
back and forth. When Draco decided he had a good enough shot, he gave his
wand a flick and out squirted some black ink, splattering all down the side
of Harry\'s trousers.

It was thick, and it started to drip down Harry\'s trousers. Draco was about
to do it again, or simply utter another charm under his breath, and break
Potter\'s ink bottle inside his bag. Maybe that would get his attention, -
but - oh, there. Harry noticed. Draco heard a slightly frustrated, but
defeated sigh. It wasn\'t usual for Harry to sound so despondent, but he had
a lot on his mind. He knew there was a bathroom on this hall, just a few
more doors down, and Draco knew the same. He dared to walk a bit faster,
catching up to Harry as he pushed the door open to the boys\' lavatory.

\"Morning, Potter,\" Draco said, faking a pleasant, friendly tone. It sounded
almost wrong on him, considering who he was talking to. Harry didn\'t
respond, but only sighed, moving to look into a mirror. He turned on a tap
and washed his hands, rubbing one over his mouth to get rid of any toast
crumbs, ignoring Malfoy.

\"What, no good morning kiss?\" Draco asked, again in such a parody of taking
offence, bringing a hand up to snake his fingers through the dark hair on
Harry\'s head. He tightened his fingers and pulled Harry back by his hair.
Harry bent his knees to try and duck away, but it only served to slightly
unbalance him when Draco only pulled so far, twistes hes head towards him,
and pressed a quick, smacking kiss on Harry\'s lips.

Harry grabbed for the edge of the sink with a gasp as Draco swiftly let go
his grip in Harry\'s hair, and without a moment to spare, moved in behind
Harry. Draco wrapped a hand around Harry\'s waist and between the folds of
his robes to undo the button and zipper of his trousers, again opting to
simply yank them down instead of magicking them off. It proved more
worthwhile to do it this way, as Harry had less of a chance of deciding to
kick out, or try to run away, or rather, hobble.

The other hand was lifted up to grasp Harry\'s chin, forcing his head to the
side to display both of their faces in the mirror above the sink Harry was
holding onto. \"Well, look at us, will you?\" Harry couldn\'t do much else but
look at them, as Draco was holding him there. He supposed he could close his
eyes, but he didn\'t want to. \"I bet you don\'t even have to shave,\" Draco
said, rubbing his thumb across Harry\'s smooth cheek.

Indeed, Harry didn\'t, and he said so. \"No.\" He didn\'t know why he even
answered, why he felt like he should even dignify Malfoy with any type of
response. He doubted he could manage that, though, as the hand twisting its
way into his boxers took hold of his hardening cock. Draco \'hmm\'d\' just like
Blaise had done, and let go of Harry\'s chin. Harry looked down into the sink
and resteadied his grip. Draco pulled his own trousers down to expose his
cock, and took his now free hand and stroked himself into full hardness.

\"Turn the tap on,\" Draco ordered, and Harry did. Water for lube, and he
wasn\'t even too terribly worried about having it splashed onto his clothes.
His trousers had been shoved down to around his knees, and the back of his
robe pushed around his side. Draco\'s hand that had been on his own cock
poked through the gap between his body and his arm, and Harry watched him
sufficiently wet his hand before pulling it away to brush the wetness onto
his cock. He did it again, and then a third time he wet his hand and ran it
up Harry\'s crack, teasing a finger into the sensitive hole there.

Harry let out a small moan at the cool, wet tickling sensation, but was
silenced quickly. \"Shh,\" Draco said, rather closely to his ear, his chest
pressed against Harry\'s back, his hand between them, ready to poise his cock
for entrance. Harry strained to hear what Draco did, and his eyes widened
when he heard faint voices, male voices, coming closer. Suddenly, Draco
pulled him back and shuffled them into a stall and slammed the door behind
them.

They were paused, silent, standing together, Draco\'s arm around Harry\'s
waist, holding his cock, which gave a twitch of excitement when, a moment
later, the door to the bathroom was opened, and they heard at least two boys
come inside. They\'d left the water on, Harry realized, and they apparently
shut it off after one washed his own hands under it. They heard the open and
close again, and Harry was about to say something when he heard footsteps
and then another stall door close, two doors from the one they were standing
silently inside.

Draco gave Harry\'s cock a squeeze with his hand, and rubbed his erection
between Hars chs cheeks. Harry tried to turn and look at Draco warningly, but
Draco held him firm, not letting him move too much, to make too much noise.
They already knew someone was in here, Harry thought, because the tap had
been left on, and they saw no one in the hall in front of them, because
there probably was no one in the hall in front of them. Draco pulled himself
away slowly from Harry\'s body, and turned to put the lid down on the toilet,
trying not to make it click against the bowl too loudly.

Harry moved pliantly, and rustled a bit as he walked, or hobbled, the two
feet back to where Draco was sitting and pulling him backwards by his robes.
Harry almost cursed as he lost his balance, hitting Draco\'s foot with his
own, not knowing how far away it had been. Draco held up his other hand to
steady him, but wrapped his fingers over Harry\'s hip and pulled him down to
sit on his lap. He shoved Harry\'s robes out of the way, and held onto his
cock, grinning maliciously as Harry\'s arse came down closer and closer until
it met Draco\'s cock.

He held them both still as he impaled Harry as the dark haired boy sat down,
but this time, unable to stifle his groan, he let it out. Draco stilled for
a moment, and no one said anything; not them, or the other unknown occupant
of the bathroom. They heard a flush, and shuffling feet, and then a stall
door creak open. The tap turned on and off quickly, and then almost hurried
sounding footsteps to the door, which slammed shut. Harry let out a sigh, as
much for relief that they were alone again, as to try and relax himself on
Draco\'s cock.

Draco paused a moment, straining to hear past Harry\'s breathing, to make
sure there was no one else in the bathroom with them. Satisfied that they
wouldn\'t give anyone a free show, Draco lifted Harry slightly off his cock
before thrusting him back down quickly. Harry let out a gasp of pleasure as
the thrust down made the other boy\'s cock hit his prostate directly. He
repeated the motion a few more times before he stopped. Draco leaned
forward, pulling Harry back a little so he could whisper into his ear. \"Ride
me.\"

He had his eyes closed in pleasure, panting with every thrust into his
stretched hole. Harry only just registered the soft breath against his ear
before he was vaguely aware that he was being spoken to. His eyes opened
when he heard what Draco said, and through his dazed pleasure, shook his
head. Draco moved to push Harry\'s hips up, intent on slamming them back
down, but when he tried, he met resistance. Harry refused to move; if Malfoy
wanted to use him like this, he was damned if he was going to partake in it
at least completely willingly. He didn\'t even like the guy, after all,
right?

Draco scowled, furious that Harry wasn\'t obeying his command. He tried to
thrust the dark haired boy off his cock, ready to pull him back down, but,
again, no success. Draco was at a loss, and he wasn\'t even in a choice
position to sit here, Harry Potter on his cock, refusing to fuck him. Draco
grit his teeth and stood abruptly, Harry still connected to him, and spun
them around. Harry was now facing the toilet, having flung his arms to
either side of the wall behind it for support as Draco bent him over
roughly.

He pushed down on Harry\'s upper back to hold him still while he pulled his
cock out half way and thrust it back into Harry\'s body. Harry threw his head
back with a cry of pleasure as the change in angle made his prostate a more
easy target. Draco continued his assault with rough, hard strokes, changing
the speed of his thrusts so as not to come too soon.

Harry licked his dry lips and closed his eyes once more, enjoying the slow
thrusts Draco wakingking with his cock, deep into his sore arse. It wasn\'t
long before Harry was trying to squeeze his eyes shut even further,
clenching his jaw as the water used as impromptu lube began to evaporate,
leaving him in prime position for a dry fucking. He tried to relax his
muscles as much as possible to reduce friction, but it wasn\'t working. Draco
had noticed this as well, and Harry knew he\'d become uncomfort as as well.

Draco began to hurry his thrusts, now wanting to finish up quickly, to
lessen the pain on his cock. He wanted to come before the other boy wanted
to pull away completely, the pain becoming too much. Tears welled in his
eyes and started to creep down his cheeks as the pain increased, and,
desperate to find some source of pleasure to combat it, took his own
erection in hand. Harry began to jerk himself off at a frantic pace to match
his assailant, hoping it would do the trick.

Feeling his climax approaching, Draco thrust into Harry\'s stretched hole
only a few more times before his stomach clenched and his balls gave a jerk
as his cum spurted out. His jaw went slack and he breathed out a silent moan
of pleasure as he came deep inside the dark haired boy. Harry felt the warm
substance ease a bit of the internal hurt in his arse, and soon followed
suit with his own release. Their breathing mingled together in the now quiet
lavatory, heavy with the afterglow of their orgasms.

Draco\'s hands were holding onto Harry\'s hips, and he gripped them tight when
he caught his breath, giving one more small thrust into Harry before pulling
away. He watched as his softening cock slid out of the reddened passage, and
he narrowed his eyes, holding back a bit of a wince at the light smear of
blood along his length.

Harry started to straighten his back when he felt Draco pull away from him.
His hole felt empty when Draco pulled his cock out, and Harry squeezed it
experimentally, wincing as he forced the stretched muscles together again.
It lessened the pain marginally, but it still hurt a lot. He dreaded sitting
down for two hours in - Potions! Oh, no, Harry thought. He\'d forgotten about
his first class, and now he had to find out what time it was, and go down to
the dungeons for two hours.

\"What time is it?\" Harry dared to ask, not even knowing if Malfoy was still
there, as blood had rushed past his ears, and he was a bit dizzy. He turned
around to see the slightly blurred back of the silver blond\'s head, and then
was pushed almost flush to Draco as he moved back to open the door of the
stall.

\"We have five minutes,\" Draco said, looking at the clock above the door to
the hallway. He\'d already pulled up his trousers and buttoned them, and he
moved to the sinks to wash his hand. His cock would have to wait until
later, because there really wasn\'t time to wash himself off, unless he
wanted to be late for class. Snape wasn\'t too kind to anyone being late for
his classes, Slytherin or not.

Harry groaned, as much for trying to walk as thinking about the prospect of
detention for being late. Maybe, if he was lucky, he\'d only get points
deducted. Fat chance, he thought. He\'d be lucky e goe got there even five
minutes late. Stupid dungeons. Draco turned and looked at him, shaking water
droplets off of his hands before drying them briefly on his robe; there
wasn\'t even time to go to the other side of the room and grab some paper
towels instead.

Harry did the same as Draco left the room, without another word to each
other. Harry looked at himself in the mirror for a second, frowning at his
disheveled appearance. Not much he could do about it at the moment, though,
so he left the lavatory as well. There was no one else in the hall, and
Harry looked down the left end of the corridor, frowning. He heard
footsteps, but Draco was no where in sight. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped,
and Harry heard a shuffle, and, turning around, he saw Draco beside a statue
of the four Hogwarts founders.

\"Come on,\" Draco called, when he saw Harry walking towards him. He was still
about ten meters away, and Draco watched as Harry started into an awkward
run. He knew full well why he looked even more like a girl when he ran, and
he even had the decency to grimace in sympathy for the other boy. Harry
winced as he ran, and tried to keep any further friction to a minimal until
he reached Malfoy.

\"Hurry up, Potter,\" Draco said, sounding a bit annoyed when Harry stopped a
few feet away. It was the least he could do, he supposed, after fucking his
arse into submission, making him bleed. He put a hand under his robes and
slid it up under his Slytherin House badge, lifting it away from his body
and pressing it againsstonstone brick in the wall.

\"What are you doing?\" Harry asked as he watched in amazement as the brick
glowed emerald green before beginning to slide apart, rearranging themselves
until there was a doorway formed in the previously solid wall. Draco ignored
him and started down the narrow passage, soon coming to stairs. Hartilltill
stood there, staring, and was brought back to the present when the stones
began to move back into place. He quickly squeezed through the closing door
and followed after the other boy.

There were torches on the walls, becoming further and further apart, almost
leaving the passage in complete darkness as they walked. Harry let his hands
run along the walls, absently wondering if Malfoy was leading him to certain
death. Perhaps a pit full of snakes, or Snape\'s office, where he could wait
for deion ion without embarrassing himself by turning up late. Clearly,
though, this was only a secret passage used by Slytherins. He\'d never seen
anyone else use it, and sincerely doubted it\'d work with any of the other
house\'s badges.

Draco led the way down the stairs, briefly interspersed by a small, flat
landing before the stone steps continued. He stopped and held up a hand to
halt Harry from running into him from behind, and he listened to something
ahead of them. Harry couldn\'t tell if the stairs continued, but he assumed
they led all the way down to the dungeons. They\'d already came down a fair
lot of them, so they must be close. \"Go first,\" Draco whispered to him, and
stepped out of the way so Harry could pass.

Harry squeezed past Malfoy and started to hold up a hand to feel what he was
supposed to go ahead into. When he was about to take an uncertain step, he
felt a hand on his back, pushing him roughly through what seemed like a
solid wall. \"Hurmph!\" a haughty looking woman in a portrait huffed at him
when he stumbled out into the hall.

He turned to see where he\'d come out of the wall, and saw she was brushing
her hands down her dress, seemingly ruffled. Harry guessed he\'d came out
right through her when she leveled a glare at him, and he glared back. There
he was, right in the middle of a dungeon hallway, and he saw the familiar
surrounding portraits and adornments on the walls, and made his way to the
Potions lab.

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