A New Darkness | By : lilysunshine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 72891 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 8
--
Raithos walked into the DADA classroom with a scowl on his
face. He really didn’t want to have to
hurt Remus; the werewolf had only ever
been kind to him. But he wouldn’t have
a choice if Remus had already fallen into the Headmaster’s trap. He could only hope, that like Sirius, Remus
was more loyal to Harry Potter, than Albus Dumbledore.
“You alright Raith?” Draco inquired softly.
“Yeah, just trying to figure out how to go about this. Lupin isn’t a bad guy; he was never like the
rest of them. He never wanted anything
from Harry. Just hoping I don’t have to
hurt an old friend I guess,” Raithos replied.
Draco snorted.
“Going soft on me, are you?”
That jolted Raithos out of his thoughts quickly.
“You wish,” he said, predatory gleam in his eyes.
They quickly made their way to seats in the back of the
room.
--
Remus Lupin was pacing in the hallway just outside his
classroom. He’d missed the Welcoming
Feast because of the full moon, and had just learned of the events of the day a
few minutes ago. He was very much
confused as to what exactly happened to Harry.
Dumbledore had told him that Voldemort was, indeed, Harry’s real
father. But he’d neglected to mention
how Harry had come to live with Lily and James, or why Dumbledore had known
about Voldemort in the first place.
Remus sighed as he walked into the classroom, he had more
questions than answers.
--
Raithos, Draco, and the rest of the Slytherins paid little
attention to the duels going on in the front of the room, and instead talked
about all the things they could do to the Gryffindors now that they had free
reign of the school.
“You know Raith, I don’t think the Weasel is quite smart
enough to leave you alone. Seems he
hasn’t learned his lesson yet,” Draco said.
Sure enough, Ron was glaring daggers at the powerful new Slytherin.
“I’ve noticed. I’ve
also noticed that some of the other Gryffindorks are starting to follow his
example. We’ll just have to show them
who they’re messing with ‘Co.”
“Ooh, how so?” Draco asked eagerly.
“You know that we’re going to get put together, we always
get paired for duels. Since second
year. We’ll just have to show off a bit
this time,” Raithos said, giving Draco a meaningful look.
“Mr. Malfoy, Harry…Excuse me, Raithos,” Professor Lupin said
quietly. “You are up.”
Raithos and Draco walked to the front of the room, and
promptly threw their wands aside, causing the rest of the class too look on
with confusion.
They turned their backs to each other and paced, taking ten
steps before whirling around.
“Contra!” Draco shouted, pointing a finger at
Raithos.
“Refuto!” Raithos muttered, repelling the burst of blue
light from Draco’s hand. “Eschara!”
he intoned, an angry red beam shooting towards Draco.
Draco barely ducked in time to avoid the curse, which he
knew would open hundreds of small cuts on his skin. His eyes widened slightly at Raithos. “Playing dirty now, are we?” he ground out. “Lacero!”
“Protego!” Raithos said, shielding himself. “Come now Draco, that was quite
inappropriate. What would the
Headmaster say if he knew you were using a curse just below crucio on a
fellow student?”
“Judging from you little show this morning, not much!” Draco
said, dodging another dangerous curse from Raithos.
They went back and forth for awhile longer, brilliant beams
of light flashing between the two. The
entire class sat entranced with a mixture of awe and fear.
Professor Lupin stared at the two, amazed. They were dueling wandlessly, using very
complex and slightly illegal curses.
Judging from Draco’s comment about the crucio curse, Lupin
deduced that the rumors about Raithos and Ron were true.
‘Then why doesn’t Dumbledore do something?’ he
thought.
“Frigeo!”
Raithos finally hit Draco with a freezing curse, rendering
him immobile. He released him with a
wave of his hand and a grin.
“Good one ‘Co, much better than last time, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yeah, well, this time you had your shirt on. Much less distracting,” Draco grumbled.
They turned around to face the class. Raithos noted the fear on the faces of each
and every Gryffindor and smiled. Which
only caused them to shrink back further in their seats.
Draco turned to him and said, “Mission accomplished, yeah?”
--
“Raithos, I was wondering if you’d stay behind a minutes,”
Professor Lupin asked quietly, as the class began filing out.
Raithos sighed, and turned to face his Professor. He was not looking forward to this
conversation. He knew that Remus would
try to talk to him as if he was still Harry Potter, and was trying to come up
with a way of ending the conversation quickly, without hurting Remus too
badly. He motioned for Draco to wait
for him at the door.
“Yes, Remus.”
“Harry…I just don’t understand what’s going on here. I came back to England a few days ago, and
there were all these stories flying around about you and Voldemort, and how you
joined him. And when I came back
here…Albus confirmed them…” Remus began.
“Look, Remus. I
don’t want to hurt you, really I don’t.
But if you keep going along the lines you’ve started, you will leave me
little choice. There is more going on
here than you understand, and Albus is keeping quite a few secrets. You need to realize that I’m not Harry
Potter, that I never should have been Harry Potter. And you need to do it quickly,” Raithos said coldly. “I’m most definitely not the boy you knew,
and I will not go back to being him. This
is me now. You’d do well to get used to
it.”
With that, Raithos turned and walked away, Draco slipping an
arm around him as they went. Remus was
left even more confused than he had been before.
‘What did he mean, Albus is keeping secrets? And that remark, ‘I never should have been
Harry Potter…’
--
Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. Word had spread about the duel between
Raithos and Draco, and the rest of the school was avoiding them for the time
being. Raithos was reveling in the feelings
of power that provided him.
“I am definitely cut out for this Dark Lord business,” he
remarked as they made their way back to the Slytherin Common Room. “I could really get used to this.”
“Get used to it then, because we’re unstoppable. No one can touch us. We’re going to rule the world, Raith,” Draco
responded as they sat down in front of the fire.
The rest of the seventh years gathered around them, sitting
on the other chairs. Millicent and
Blaise sat down on the rug at their feet.
“My Lord…you said you would tell us about Dumbledore after
dinner…” Millicent said quietly. They
had all taken to calling him that in private, and Draco convinced Raithos to
just let it be. The fact that they were
doing it voluntarily spoke wonders about their loyalties.
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“Yes, I suppose I did,” Raithos mused. He leaned back against the couch; legs
sprawled out in front of him. “Might as
well get comfortable everyone, this could take awhile,” he said. Draco leaned back and swung his feet into
Raithos’s lap, giving him a cheeky grin as he leaned his head back against his
arms. Millie and Blaise laid down on
their stomachs, chins resting on their hands.
The other Slytherins pulled their chairs closer.
“Dumbledore was worried that I’d notice all of the
similarities between me and my father.
We’d grown up in pretty much the same way, unloved, in abusive
households. We were both parseltongues,
both cunning, powerful, strong.
Dumbledore tried to tell me that all these similarities were because of
the bond, that Voldemort transferred some of his power to me that night.
“Anyway, we were in his office. He tried to attack my mind, and I threw him out. Instead of coming back to myself, I followed
him back into his mind. Good thing I
did, in retrospect. I saw his memories
of my father, and my mother. And
everything that happened.
“He kidnapped my mother while she was pregnant with me. He held her in the infirmary here at
Hogwarts, until she delivered me. He
gave me to Lily and James Potter, two of his most loyal followers. They truly did care about me, and were
delighted to be parents. He didn’t even
let my mother hold me, before he killed her.
“He came up with that prophecy all on his own. It was fake. He then had it leaked to Voldemort, using Peter Pettigrew. Dumbledore knew that Pettigrew was a spy for
Voldemort, and made sure Peter heard the first part of the prophecy. He then told Peter that he believed it was me
that the prophecy spoke of, and not Neville Longbottom.
“He knew that Voldemort would come to kill me and the
Potters. He also knew that Voldemort
wouldn’t be able to kill me. You see,
he’d used my mother’s blood to put a very powerful protection spell on me. It only lasted until that night my father
tried to kill me, but it was enough to rebound the killing curse back to him. After that, Dumbledore was free to use me as
he wished. As his weapon, to kill my
father, and leave himself as ruler of the Wizarding world.
“After I had seen all this, I was furious. I could have killed him, right there, with
my own bare hands. However, all that
would have done was land me in Azkaban.
I wasn’t strong enough yet; I didn’t know enough to be able to defend
myself against him. I was strong
enough, though, to obliviate him. I
suppose it wasn’t a lack of power that made me run, but a lack of
knowledge. I just didn’t know the right
spells to be able to keep him from trying to kill me or control me. So I ran to the person I knew could help me. My father.
“I know you’ve all heard the story of that first night, when
I stormed into the Death Eater meeting.
Quite the scene I made, and I must say I’m pretty proud of myself. After that, my father, Lucius, and Draco
taught me everything I needed to know.
And you all know what happened once we returned to Hogwarts,” he finally
finished.
The Slytherin’s were looking at him with a mixture of awe
and horror. They were horrified at the
actions of Albus Dumbledore. They
couldn’t believe what he had done.
“So you see, after my training over the summer, and all the
stuff I know now, Dumbledore can’t fucking touch me,” Raithos said with a
grin. “He knows it too. He knows that my knowledge, combined with my
power, makes me untouchable. He could
try and cast whatever spell he wanted on me, and I’d be able to just throw it
off. So far, only my father’s spells
really have any affect on me, and he’s teaching me to use my power as a kind of
permanent shield to resist even him.
Dumbledore is scared to death of me, because he knows that if he really
pisses me off, I’ll just kill him.”
“Come on Raith, tell them about the plans. That’s where it gets really good,”
Draco said, smirking evilly.
“Oh, right, the plans,” Raith said. He rubbed his palms together and leaned
forward across Draco’s legs.
“We’re going to rid Hogwarts of Albus Dumbledore…”
--
Quite some time later, Draco and Raithos made their way to
their room. The Slytherin’s were all
excited about the plan to get rid of Dumbledore. It was their first real mission.
All they’d been trusted with before was feeding their parents information
about the goings on in the school. It
was going to take quite a lot of work, and a lot of time, but it would be worth
it in the end.
Draco came up behind Raithos and wound his arms around his
waist, hands caressing his chest. He
leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “God…you are so fucking hot
when you’re giving orders.”
Raithos turned around, tangling a hand in Draco’s hair. “I’ve been waiting to do this all fucking
day,” he said, leaning in and pressing his lips to Draco’s.
Draco moaned and pushed Raithos roughly towards the bed, all
but throwing him down onto the mound of pillows. He flicked his tongue at Raithos’s lips, slipping into his mouth
as the other man opened for him. He ran
his hands down Raithos’s neck and chest, and grabbing two handfuls of shirt,
tore it open, buttons flying every which way.
“God, ‘Co…,” Raithos moaned, quickly ridding Draco of his
shirt. He drug his nails down Draco’s
back, ripping the most gorgeous groan from deep in Draco’s throat. He thrust his hips upward, gripping Draco’s
tightly, and ground them together. He
leaned up and attatched his mouth to Draco’s next, just where it met his
shoulder. He sucked harder as Draco moved
his head to the side, giving him more room.
Draco ground down into Raithos, reveling in the spikes of
pleasure it produced. He yelped when
Raithos bit down on his neck. Draco
moved his hands down to Raithos’s belt, undoing it as quickly as he could, the
need to see him, all of him, becoming unbearable. He ripped Raithos’s pants off his legs and stopped. Raithos was just pefect. Broad chest and shoulders led down to a
wonderfully developed abdomen, down to slim hips and and strong thighs. He fixed his eyes onto the gorgeous cock in
front of him, long and thick, drops of precum sparkling on the tip.
“Oh, I am so going to enjoy this,” he breathed. He stood up and removed his own pants, as
Raithos raised up on his knees.
Raithos grabbed a handful of that wonderfully pale hair and drug
Draco’s lips to his licking, sucking, and biting at his mouth. He trailed a series of nips down Draco’s
neck, to his chest. Draco groaned again
as Raithos took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, as he again raked nails
down his back.
The pleasure from Raithos’s mouth, and the pain from his
nails combined in one glorious spike of ecstasy in Draco. He grabbed Raithos roughly and pinned him
against the headboard, pressing into his backside. Raithos hissed something in parseltonge.
“Oh god, do that again…” Draco moaned. Raithos complied with another series of
sibilant sounds, which went straight to Draco’s already throbbing arousal. He rubbed himself against Raithos’s glorious
backside as he reached around and grabbed hold of the other man’s weeping cock.
“Do you want this Raith?” he asked, licking Raithos’s neck
as he did so.
“Fuck yes, ‘Co,” Raithos breathed in response. “Make it hurt.”
Draco whimpered at that, and drew two fingers to Raithos’s
entrance, muttering a lubricating spell.
He inserted the two fingers, stretching Raithos as quickly as he
could. Raithos moaned and jerked back
against his hand as he brushed his prostate.
Draco added another finger and massaged the spot, drawing out the
prettiest moans from his lover.
Raithos hissed again in parseltongue as Draco withdrew his
fingers, impatiently waiting for something much bigger, and much harder to take
their place. He cried out when Draco
took him in one harsh motion, reveling in the combination of pain and
pleasure. Draco didn’t wait for him to
adjust, and began fucking him in earnest, finding his prostate and driving over
it repeatedly.
“Fuck, Darco…”
“God, so tight…so good,”
Draco felt the pressure of orgasm building low in his body,
and reached around to pump his lover’s cock in time with his thrusts. He felt Raithos tighten around him and tip
him over the edge, coming hard, groaning Raithos’s name as he did.
The sound of his name coming out of Draco’s mouth tipped
Raithos over the edge, spurting trails over Draco’s hand and his own
stomach. He leaned back into Draco’s
arms as he came down from the glow.
“Fuck that was good,” Raithos panted.
“Hell yes it was,” Draco breathed in response.
They collapsed onto the bed, curling around each other, and
dropped of into a very sated sleep.
--
A/N: Wow, massive
chapter there. But I promised smut, and
I didn’t want to disappoint. So,
there’s my first male on male sex scene.
Truthfully, my first ever actual SEX scene. Hope it wasn’t too cheesy.
Oh, and the spells used in the duel are just interpretations for latin
words that I looked up online. Contra
means stop, Refuto means
repel, eschara means to
scar, Lacero means pain, and Frigeo means freeze.
Next time on Jerry Springer: Letters from the ‘rents, another confrontation between former
friends, and Animagus forms! Stay
tuned.
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