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Banged to Death by the Darkside of Love	By : Cadena Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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WARNING: THIS STORY IS SLASHTASTIC (I.E., TWO DEAD SEXY GAY GUYS GOING AT IT.) SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE EXPLICIT HOMOSEXUAL LOVE AND THE WORDS LOVE WAND THEN YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO READ THIS. ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST POSTED FIC, AND IS PROBABLY MY DIRTIEST YET, SO PLEASE BE WARNED.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS AND I AM IN NO WAY GETTING ANYTHING OUT OF THIS EXCEPT AMUSEMENT.

RATING: NC-17 FOR SEX AND LANGUAGE

REVIEWS: PLEASE DO REVIEW. THIS IS MY FIRST POSTED STORY AND I WOULD LOVE SOME FEEDBACK. PLEASE NO FLAMES, I ALREADY KNOW I'M AN OBSESSED SICK GIRL. OH.... YEAH.... AND A PERV.
A/N: THIS IS WRITTEN FROM THE POV OF DRACO. SORRY IF I CONFUSE ANYBODY. AND SORRY IF THIS STORY SUCKS THE BIG ONE TOO.

Also this hasn't been proof read very well...sorry about any stupid mistakes.

BANGED TO DEATH BY THE DARKSIDE OF LOVE

by, Cadena
First of all this isn't a love story. So all of you cloudy eyed gits who want one can go screw yourselves and find another read.

Secondly as I am probably going to state several times in this story that love is for the weak. It makes you depend on someone else till they decide that they don't need you and then drop you like a bad habit. Hence love is for losers.

Thirdly this story is about such a loser. His name is Harry Potter and he had the audacity to fall in love with someone who he couldn't possibly ask to reciprocate. He fell in love with me, Malfoy... Draco Malfoy.

It all started so innocently. Stolen glances in potion class that said too much, if you knew what you were looking for. Of course I knew he wanted me. Hell who didn't at Hogwarts. Being the sole heir of a very rich and powerful wizarding family tends to make one very popular. But it can't be helped because I was just born into it. Raised with an air of dignity to care about what other people have rather than who they are on the inside. It can't be helped. I'm just a snob.

Anyways I'm getting off track. So the Great Harry Potter was gawking at me with something other than hate in his eyes, and like I said earlier it wasn't surprising because who didn't want to be with me. I had my pick of over 95% of the people at Hogwarts, including the teachers....

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So I met Harry's gaze and I winked at him. The fact that he is a guy didn't bother me. I am bisexual, I switch for whatever suits me at the time. Whatever serves my purpose.

My wink startles him. I scare him to say the least. I bewilder him and I bet he doesn't know whether I am serious or not. Whether I can put aside all the bullshit we've had in our past and we could be friends, perhaps even more than friends. He's so blatant that I can practically read his mind. How pathetic really. Emotions to a Malfoy are to be kept tightly in check. The kiss of death to a Malfoy is to say "I love you" and actually mean it.

Potter is naive to show emotions like this. Someone, namely me, might go and take advantage of him in ways he could never imagine.

To show him I am serious I open my mouth slightly slip my tongue out through out thought my teeth and seductively run my tongue over my lips and then wag my silver-blonde eyebrows suggestively.

Only Harry sees it. I make sure of it. He raises one quizzical black eyebrow, I wonder if he plucks his too. They look delicious.

I see him blush and then look away. Somehow it doesn't seem right that he should be intimidated so easily. The boy who faced down Voldemort on more than one occasion is made so nervous by sexy little me?

But then again I am Draco Malfoy.

After about twenty more utterly fascinating minutes of potions and several stolen glances by Harry that he thinks I didn't see, class is over.

I purposely walk faster to the door so I make it at the same time Potter does. I "accidentally" bump into in the doorway.

"Are you looking for trouble Malfoy?" Harry asks me with his overly I stand for truth, justice, and the British way face. Which I must admit is very alluring for some strange reason.

I tell him "That depends Potter, how much trouble can you handle?" I sneer at him but my eyes, my beautiful gray eyes say more.

Harry is speechless and blushes again. I walk off purposely shaking my well toned ass as I go. I can feel Potter's eyes on me, and as I turn around the corner I throw him a look that could make him cream his pants. A look that says that "I'm a sugarcoated invitation to evil pleasures" and of course...I am.

As I walk down the hall I hear running footsteps behind me and surprise, surprise, it's Potter. I let him follow me into a room that I have used before in the past for others. The door shuts quietly behind us and locks automatically. He slows down as he approaches me and I stop and turn around so I can see him catch up to me. Let him cum to me.

"What do you want Potter?" I ask with an uninterested way. I'm playing with him emotionally. I see his face fall and he starts to stuttering.

"Spit it out or swallow it down Potter." I smirk at him.

He swallows and attempts to continue. "I... I... was just ... wanting you know ... to ask what you meant in.. uhhhh... potions class just now..."

"What I meant Potter? Don't tell me your that innocent, are you?" I snort.

"I...guess I'm just surprised Malfoy, I didn't think you swung that way. Wait... What I mean to say is that I heard rumors but I never really thought they were true, and it doesn't really matter if they are or not but..." He rambles.

"I am bisexual, just as I am ambidextrous. I am left handed, I am right handed, I am both, and I am neither. Do you have problem with th I I ask, knowing that I have just confused the Hell out of him. I laugh quietly to myself. I look him in the eye and give him a look this time that screams of sexual indiscretions. He suddenly shifts uncomfortably because he's now has a great big hard on between his legs. A bit bigger than I would have suspected, but the bigger the better I always say. Of course I am hung like a centaur. (Malfoy's never do anything small.)

I stare unabashed at the lump growing in his robes then rise to meet his beautiful green eyes. He blushes for the hundredth time as I inch closer to his face.

"I know you want me Potter, I can see it... I can feel it." I seductively whisper. Our lips are inches away as I finally go in for the kill. I kiss him slowly, softly biting his lower lip, then I force his mouth open for further exploration. I feel him tense up as he resists at first, but then he relaxes and gives into the sensation. I hear him moan as I slide my tongue in and out of his mouth, kissing him like I'm a man dying of thirst and he is my fountain of water. He tastes like green mint, cool and yet hot. I taste of ice. I know it turns him on. I push him up against the wall and thoroughly ravish him with my lips, hands, and body. He writhes between me and the wall. Suddenly I grab his shoulders and spin him around so he is facing the wall, his luscious ass facing me. I pull off his robes and my own so only our pants and his shirt remain between us. ( I never wear a shirt under my cloak, I like the feel of the material on my skin. Sometimes I don't wear anything but my white silk boxers.)

I grab his waist and bite his earlobe, he sighs. I remove his shirt and work my way down his neck to his shoulders, kissing, licking, and sucking along leaving little lust bites that others will be curious about later. I feel him shudder as I bite on a particular spot in the nape of his neck. It seems I've found Potter's "special spot." Everyone has a spot like this. Everyone but me because it's just another weakness to exploit. Malfoy's do not have weaknesses but boy do we exploit them.

So I bite harder and lick all over on his "special spot" leaving blood colored bruises on his unblemished skin. I grab his waist even more furiously than before and I grind my cock into his backside. It feels incredible, exhilarating. It's been so long since I've had a really good fuck. I run my fingers through his hair and down to his back running my well manicured nails over his back lightly. I can hear him breathing hard, he enjoys this very much. Being taken like the bitch he is. I reach around his waist and plunge my hands into his pants. He gasps out loud as I touch his erection. Boy was I right when I speculated that "The Boy Who Lived" was really "The boy Who Lived with a really Big Dick." I stroke it slowly at first, teasingly, getting a feel for its size and experimenting with several different techniques. Not surprisingly Potter likes the simple slow sensuous stroke up and to the tip and then down again. I do this for a moment and then take my hands out of his pants just to undo my own and remove them. I signal for Harry to do the same. He is falling over himself in his hurry to get the rest of his clothing off. My my Potter, aren't we in a hurry. I really hope you don't act so eager with everybody you sleep with, they might think your a slut. Or are you just my slut, my Gryffindor slut.

"Get down on your knees!" I command. Harry slips down in front of me. I put my cock in my left hand. " Now suck it Potter." I stand there and watch as Harry Potter takes me all in his hot little mouth. He's done this before...probably with the Weasel. How utterly common. But he's very good to say the least and just before he gets to truly savor the taste of Draco Malfoy (which is exquisite) I pull out of his swollen lips and push him down on the ground.

"I'm going to fuck you Potter. Do you have a problem with that either?" I drawl. Harry swoons at my statement.

"You've wanted this for a long time haven't you Potter?" I ask smugly.

Harry nods mutely and tries to make a grab for my...uh...privates. Exactly what I like in a partner, quiet and ready to please. Ass up face down. But I stop him with my right hand and I straddle him. Did he forget that I am running the show here, not him. I am in control ... always in total control, like the way a great Malfoy should be. Losing control is for the weak, just like love, just like Potter. He's dead sexy, yes! But to let one's body betray himself like this is weak. I mean here I am one of his worst enemies and I have him naked begging for my dick. How pitiful.

Harry spreads his lovely legs before me in invitation into himself. I gladly accept and RSVP with my fingers. One finger...two fingers... then three... I take my time until I know he's ready for me. Patience is a virtue. I grab my cock with my hand and a jar of lusty lube with the other. (I always have a ready supply of this nearby in my special room, Malfoy's always anticipate the unexpected) I rub a generous amount of lubricant onto my pulsating erection and then onto Harry's entrance. Then I slowly enter him. In and out, thrusting harder and faster with each motion. I feel his hands on my back scratching my pale skin. I lean down to kiss his mouth and I hear as well as feel him moan in pleasure. I moan as well. It really has been to long for me. I grab his cock and start stroking him in time with my thrusts. I want him to enjoy this as much as I am. Mustn't be selfish now...

With each plunging of my cock onto Potter I become closer to peaking. He is so tight, and so very warm. I could do this again. In fact I think I might make Potter one of my usuals. He should be very honored, there are only a few that I wish to gift with me. As I look down onto Harry's face I feel a tugging in my stomach and with one last stab I cum. I cum inside of Harry Potter. (How many people can say that.) Seconds later Harry screams my name and cums onto himself and on my right hand. I collapse onto Potter and I feel the wetness between us.

Potter wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. This is nice. I feel secure in my moments of afterglow. Not that I'm not secure. I guess Harry's not so bad. But then again maybe that's the sex talking. Or maybe it's something else ... maybe Harry's the kind of guy who's not just a sex toy. He looks me in the eye and kisses me tenderly. I have to admit I've never been kissed like this before. With so much feeling and love ... maybe there is more to this than I have let myself recognize. No one has ever treated me with such care before ... but then again I am usually out the door before they can roll over and say "I'm spent"

Why am I still here? Is it the way Harry holds me, or the way he looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes? I stare into his eyes as he stares into mine.

"What are you thinking about Draco?" He asks me.

I ponder his question for only a second before I reply "You" Why not be truthful, Malfoy's only lie when it benefits them to do so. He looks at me in what I assume is a loving way and then asks "What are you thinking about me?" Nosey little bastard, isn't he. But I tell him anyways. God knows why, but I do.

"I was thinking that I could have feelings for you Harry, I really could. In fact your the first person ever that I think I actually am enamored with. Not that it's love but I think I could ... in time... " I break off. Where in bloody Hell did that come from. Love is for the WEAK!!!! I am not WEAK! I am a Malfoy, and Malfoy's do not fall in love. End of story. I do not love Potter and that is that. But maybe.....NO!

I stand up suddenly and sneer at Potter, he looks at me startled obviously but not understanding. I stammer "I have to go Harry." My eyes betray me and say more than I wish. Harry stands up, naked and not caring. He rushes to my side and holds me again, ahhhh this feels comforting. I break away from Harry obviously shaken. I don't want to admit it, but I think I love Harry. But I can't. I mustn't.

"I know what your going through Draco." Harry states as if he's a Goddamn expert on the matter. "I've been there, trust me. Just give in to your baser instincts ... you know you want to ... just give in and you'll enjoy it all the more." He tells me persuasively. Very persuasively. But it's always an easy argument when the opposing side knows your right.

Quickly I put these emotions in check. No way am I getting banged to death by the darkside of love. I get angry.

"Have you poisoned me Harry?!?" I mentally curse myself for not using the name Potter. Damn me!

"What are you talking about Draco?" He is smiling at me, such a beautiful smile, such a wonderful mouth. I just want to lean down and kiss them. They look so soft and inviting.

"of course you have, that's the only way to explain all these feelings of lov....of love" Malfoy's don't stutter. "You gave me a love potion. You wanted me so extremely bad that you drugged me Potter! Why didn't I figure it out sooner...?" That explains all these feelings of love...yuck...

"I never drugged you Draco. If you are feeling this way then it's all you." Harry said with a slight smile.

"I refuse to believe that these feelings are on my own accord." Now it's my turn to shift uncomfortably but for an entirely different reason. Quickly I put my clothes on and head for the door. Harr....Potter grabs my arm. He holds my gaze.

"I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it." He say softly, angrily, disgusted, and then drops my arm, turns and walks to the opposite side of the windowless love room. He begins to get dressed as I stare at him ... just staring ... thinking. I reach a quick decision. I don't want Harry being mad at me. I don't want him to leave this room, and I don't want this bit of afternoon nookie to end. So I make the sacrifice and give myself my own demetors kiss.

Harry heads for the door and as he reaches for the knob I grab his waist and spin him around.

"I think I love you Harry Potter." I lower my head to kiss those smiling lips. When our lips make contact there is a pleasurable almost electrical surge up my back and then down to my netherregions. Harry was right, this did feel much better now that I have admitted my feelings for him. But Harry pulls away all to soon and then heads for the door. I stare open mouthed and wide eyed at him.

"Aren't you at least going to say it back Harry?"

Harry slowly turns around and holds my face in his hands. He looks me in my stunning gray eyes and says "Why would I say that to you Draco? I don't feel that way about you."

"You're bloody joking...right?" And for the first time I'm not so sure of myself.

He looks down at the stone floor and shuffles form side to side.

"I don't love you Draco, never once did I say I did. Ummmm... how do I say this... Draco, this was just sex, today it's you, tomorrow it's Oliver Wood and his biggerstaff, the next it Cat-B," He shrugs.

I feel my newfound heart breaking at his words. He used me, made me admit to love, and he doesn't even love me back. That's bullshit. My anger shows through my stone cold exterior.

"Why did you do this? You make me confront feelings I didn't fucking want to, whu..why!?! Why do that unless you love me back? Why did you fucking do this to me?"

Harry looks at me and smirks. He Goddamn smirks at me!

"Well, since you want to know ... you did the same thing to Seamus, my true love, and you shattered his dreams of love. I see it only fit to shatter yours."

"Finnigan?" I stutter "You love Finnigan?"

Harry nods.

"You and Finnigan" I repeat stupidly.

"Yes, me and Finnigan, I love him with all my heart and with every ounce of my soul. I live and breath for him. But he can't love me the way I love him because of you. Because of what you did to him. He only has eyes for you, you bastard!" and with that Harry kisses me deeply one last time, and then leaves the room slamming the enchanted door on his way out.

"Finnigan?" I barely recall sleeping with Finnigan. He must have not been that good. Me on the other hand, I knew I was a great piece of ass, but I had no idea that great.

I cannot believe that this happened to me. I am a Malfoy, and things like this do not happen to a Malfoy. But it has. Now that I found out I am capable of love, what's next ... guilt ... remorse for all the misdeeds I've done in the past. Oh God, I fucking hope not. Then I'd have to bloody kill myself. I feel so disgusted with myself.

Then I look in the mirror on the wall. God I'm so devilishly handsome. Even more than before, if that's possible. Maybe this love thing could be good for me. And Hell Potter can't resist this forever...who could? I smile to myself as my path becomes clear. I will get Harry Potter to love me. After all I'm a Malfoy.

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I bet your thinking about how at the beginning of this story I said that Harry Potter fell in love with me and then he didn't. Well, so what? I lied! Who cares!?! But someday he will love me, and when he does I'll be waiting with open arms and more so, fabulously open pants. Because now I know what I want, and when a Malfoy knows what they want, they never settlr ser second best. ---<smirk>---
The End
Well there you have it. Hope you like and review.

~Cadena
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