Forbidden | By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Summary: Draco decides to teach Harry not to leave without saying goodbye.
Author’s notes: Warning: This chapter contains my attempts at writing dialogue for Hagrid...I apologize if it makes you cringe!
Harry awoke at 4 in the morning to find he was pressed snugly against a warm back, his arms wrapped around a well-muscled torso. For a moment he was alarmed, unaware of what was going on, then he realized his arse was sore, and smiled as he remembered the night before. He lay still for a moment, enjoying the feel of Draco’s heartbeat against his chest and the sound of Draco’s deep, even breaths.
Harry closed his eyes, the squirmy feeling of happiness in his stomach fading when he remembered the curse. None of this was real...yes, they were both enjoying the physical aspects of their forced connection, and that was real enough. But the warmth and...what was it? Fondness? Yes, the fondness he felt for Draco was simply because of the curse, and it sickened him. Something that felt this pure and special should be genuine.
For a moment Harry wished with all his heart that there was no curse, and that this thing between them could be real after all, but he realized he was being ridiculous. He might as well enjoy the sex and forget about any wish for a real, meaningful relationship with Draco. Sexually, they were perfect for each other. But there were far too many reasons why things would never work out between them. It would be best not to hope. And Draco was working on a way to lift the curse, anyway. It wouldn’t be long before they reverted to their usual animosity for each other.
Draco woke up a few minutes before 6 am. He scrubbed at his face sleepily, and opened his eyes, realizing quickly that he had fallen asleep with Harry, but was now alone. He felt vaguely annoyed that Harry had left without saying goodbye, but tried to push the thought out of his mind. He sat up, stretching his sore muscles, and a light came on before he even thought of looking for one, revealing a scrap of parchment on Harry’s pillow.
Morning Sexy,
Have to leave...don’t want R to notice I’m missing. I told the room to wake you in time to shower before breakfast, so you should get this around 6 am. I’ll see you in the Great Hall, if you’re hungry (and you should be, after last night), otherwise I’ll see you in Care of Magical Creatures after breakfast. I have a free period after lunch...what lesson are you in then?
H
P.S. Your cock has left me awfully tender and sore...I won’t be able to walk properly for a week. I love it.
Draco smiled, running his thumb over the words Harry had written. But his mouth twisted in a touch of bitterness when he reminded himself that Harry had left because he worried about Weasley missing him. Would Harry always choose Weasley over him? The thought hurt him more than he’d like to admit.
Harry exclaimed in surprise when one of the school owls landed heavily in his plate of scrambled eggs at breakfast.
“Bloody hell, you’d think these things would eventually learn to aim better, wouldn’t you?” Ron said, brushing bits of stray egg that had splattered him from Harry’s plate.
Harry handed him a serviette. “Sorry, Ron,” he said, reaching to untie the tightly rolled parchment from the bird’s leg.
“No problem, mate,” Ron said. “Who’s the note from?”
Harry unrolled the note, his lips quirking at one corner when he read the short message.
Partner me in CoMC today. D.
He rolled the note back up, tucking it into his pocket. “Just a quick word from Hagrid, saying that he’d see us in class today,” he lied, blushing as he did so.
“Odd, that,” Ron said, wrinkling his nose. “Hagrid’s right there, at the staff table.”
“Hey, did you finish that Charms essay?” Harry asked quickly, in a hurry to change the subject.
“No, he hasn’t,” Hermione interrupted, giving Ron a disapproving glare. “He’s been procrastinating like he’s got all the time in the world to finish it.”
Ron looked at her and winked. “Lucky I’ve got you to remind me then, aren’t I?”
“Well I’ll remind you now that we need to start the outline for our observation essay for Potions after lunch today,” Hermione said primly, but she couldn’t keep herself from smiling back at Ron.
“Eurgh, Potions.” Ron made a face. He turned to Harry, who was tucking into a fresh plate of eggs. “Say, Harry,” he said, “sorry you’re stuck with Malfoy for Snape’s project, mate. Must be beastly.”
“It’s all right, really,” Harry said, trying not to blush. “He’s being decent, since we have to work together for now.” He chanced a glance at the Slytherin table, but Draco hadn’t come to breakfast yet.
Neville sighed, gloomily. “Wish I could say the same for Pansy,” he said. “She’s being utterly horrible.”
Draco arrived halfway through breakfast, and sat in the empty space between Pansy and Blaise. He murmured a quick greeting to the table in general, then began wolfing down some breakfast. Harry had been right, he was starving after his exertions of the night before. He put a hand in his pocket and ran his fingers over Harry’s note for what might have been the 50th time that morning.
“So, Draco,” Blaise began in a low whisper, mischievous curiosity all over his face. “Where were you last night?”
Draco shot him a look of feigned innocence. “I’m a prefect, Blaise, where I go is none of your business,” he said, archly.
“Wish I were a prefect,” Blaise said, meaningfully. “All kinds of perks involved, aren’t there? You get stay out all night, showing up to breakfast with even more love bites on your neck,” he drawled.
“If you don’t mind, I’m trying to eat,” Draco said, signally his full plate and trying not to blush. “Can we save this conversation for another time?”
“Whatever you like, Draco,” Blaise smirked. “But you know I’ll find out who she is eventually.”
Draco rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his food.
Pansy kept darting glances at Draco, noticing the love bites peeking out above his collar, and seething with jealousy and anger. She had been trying to win Draco’s affection for years, and couldn’t believe he was suddenly shagging some ugly tart who couldn’t possibly deserve him. She gritted her teeth and dug her nails into her palms. If she couldn’t have Draco, she’d find the whore who had stolen him away and put the fucking bitch’s lights out.
“All righ’, yeh lot,” Hagrid said, addressing his Care of Magical Creatures class. “Today we’ve got summat special ter work wi’.” He gestured behind him to a large pen filled with ordinary-looking goats. “Who can tell me wha’ those beauties are? Yes, Hermione?”
“They’re Dorits,” she said, eagerly. “They look like the common goat, but their milk holds powerful magical properties that can cure a wide variety of ailments, and is one of the most common ingredients found in medicinal potions.”
Hagrid beamed at her. “Tha’s right! 5 points ter Gryffindor.” He walked towards the pen, gesturing to them to follow. “Now, there’s a Dorit fer each pair of yeh, so choose yer partners and take one o these buckets. One of yeh strokes the Dorit’s head ter calm it, li’ this,” he demonstrated on Neville, causing the boy’s knees to buckle. “And the other will do the milkin’. Go on, then.”
The class moved forward, relieved that the Dorits weren’t one of Hagrid’s usual monstrous specimens. Harry was standing at the back of the small crowd of Slytherins and Gryffindors, and he caught Draco’s eye and slowly started gravitating away from his friends towards the smirking blond.
Most of the class had entered the pen and tried to stroke the grazing animals, when suddenly the Dorits went berserk, bucking and kicking out at anyone that approached them. The students shrieked and yelled, running back towards the entrance of the pen.
“Stay calm!” Hagrid bellowed, “yeh have ter calm them properly before yeh can touch them! Try singin’ summat!”
The Dorits had been worked up into a frenzy, and the students were running back to the castle in panic, Hermione being the only one to valiantly try singing “Allouette” to try calming the bucking animals.
With all the commotion, nobody noticed that Draco and Harry were missing.
As soon as the two boys had gone several feet into the Forbidden Forest, they were effectively invisible to all who passed. The trees grew so thickly together that very little light penetrated, and the world seemed to consist entirely of shades of green.
Draco pulled Harry into his arms and kissed him deeply, enjoying the way Harry’s lips parted immediately for him, and the feel of Harry’s velvet tongue against his own. He broke the kiss, pulling back to look into Harry’s eyes, and he felt his cock harden in response to the desire he saw in those green depths.
“Well, Mr. Potter,” Draco drawled, quirking his eyebrow at Harry. “Sleep well last night?” He gently pushed Harry backwards so that his back was against a stout oak.
“You wore me out,” Harry replied, grinning, “I needed to recover for next time.”
“You mean this time,” Draco said, meaningfully, reaching down to grope at Harry’s erection, which was pressing into his own.
“Out here?” Harry asked, his eyes closing with pleasure as Draco rubbed a thumb lazily over his cock. He removed one arm from around Draco’s waist and sought a way into the blond’s robes, but Draco pushed his hand away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes opening wide in surprise.
“Someone was very rude this morning,” Draco said, a mischievous glint lighting his face. “Someone,” he squeezed Harry’s cock firmly, causing the other boy to moan, “had a shag worthy of history books last night and promptly passed out like the lazy sod he is.” He nibbled on Harry’s ear, nipping a little harder than was strictly necessary, then licked at it soothingly when Harry yelped.
“Someone,” Draco continued, “left this morning, without so much as a goodbye.” He kissed Harry’s jaw. “Can you believe that?” he asked in a seductive whisper.
“Left a note,” Harry whispered, thickly. He was drowning in the smell of Draco’s skin and hair and he simply ached to touch the other boy, but his attempts were repeatedly denied. Draco was tracing the most maddening circles on his cock through the layers of fabric that covered it, and Harry was trembling with need for more contact.
“Not good enough, Potter,” Draco said, punctuating each word with a kiss to the delicate, sensitive skin under Harry’s chin. “In fact, I think a punishment is in order.”
“P-Punishment?”
“Mmm, yes,” Draco licked his way down Harry’s collar bone, sucking at the hollow in the center. “You obviously don’t know the worth of my considerable talents, so I think you need to be taught a lesson in how to better appreciate them.” Draco brushed Harry’s hand away from his cock again. If Harry was going to keep trying to touch him, it was going to be very hard to not give in to the desire he felt to throw the Gryffindor down in the dirt and shag him senseless.
Draco pinned both of Harry’s hands above his head, and quickly drew his wand and muttered a binding charm, which caused green silk ribbons to fly out of the wand tip and tie Harry’s hands together to the tree.
“Draco! What —.”
Draco covered Harry’s mouth with his own, and the kiss drowned out the rest of Harry’s protest. Draco’s hands roamed over Harry’s body, and he enjoyed the feeling of having complete control over the dark haired boy. He pulled away to look into Harry’s flushed face. “Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes devouring the expression of lust he saw on Harry.
Harry nodded desperately. “Yes, of course I do. Untie me.”
“Not yet, I want you to beg me first.” Draco used his wand to remove Harry’s clothes, and his breath caught in his chest as he admired the tanned skin and perfectly toned muscles.
“Please,” Harry whimpered, his cock aching.
Draco didn’t answer, instead he got on his knees in the leaves and dirt and pressed his face into Harry’s thigh, greedily inhaling Harry’s delicious scent before snaking his tongue out to lick the sensitive skin. Harry moaned and arched away from the tree he was tied to, and Draco slipped his hands behind Harry’s arse, kneading the firm flesh as he worked on leaving a love bite on Harry’s thigh.
“Draco, please,” Harry moaned again, his neglected cock leaking copiously.
Draco worked his way all over Harry’s body, kissing, licking and biting every inch of golden skin, but ignoring Harry’s cock, despite the pleas and whimpers coming from the boy he had at his mercy. He was sweating with the effort of holding himself back, and his own cock was insistently begging for attention, twitching with every one of Harry’s moans.
Draco brought his mouth back to Harry’s thigh, then held Harry’s hips firmly in place against the oak tree. He looked up at Harry, his mouth hovering less than an inch from the boy’s thick, veined cock, so close that when he spoke, Harry felt the brush of Draco’s breath against the engorged flesh.
“Now, I make you beg,” Draco said, softly, his eyes like molten silver as they looked into Harry’s. Harry trembled, almost in tears from the desperate need for release. Draco moved forward a fraction of an inch, and swiped at the head of Harry’s cock with his tongue. Harry screamed at the pleasure that shot through him, and sobbed in frustration when Draco didn’t continue.
Neither of them realized that Harry’s scream had been heard, and that the ones that had heard him were coming to investigate.
A/N:
To Nina: Yes, the boy that Draco talks about in Chapter 5 is Harry.
To Demitria: You cracked me up with your comment. Cute and hilarious. I hope SockPuppet!Draco made it through the night all right. :o)
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