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Title: A Fantasy Affair

Summary: Harry and Draco's sexual fantasy comes alive for the night�an intense H/D smutty one-shot, written to hopefully appease the hunger of those wanting some man to man action from our favorite hero and his drool-worthy antagonist.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, mention of Harry/Ginny, very lightly implied Ron/Hermione

Rating: NC-17

Genre: PWP, Romance/Angst

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and their counterparts are the ingenious creations of one JK Rowling, story teller extraordinaire. The rest of the smut belongs to me, fanfic-obsessed nutter extraordinaire.

A/N: Greetings all, I'm a hopeless newbie to the H/D scene, though I'm not new to the HP fandom and fanfiction. I usually write and lurk in the realm of D/Hr, but today I've crossed the line into what could conceivably be the most popular slash ship in fandom in honor of (my friend and fellow fanfic author) Dea Liberty, who's an avid H/D shipper. This piece of plotless writing is dedicated to her as a belated Christmas/New Year's gift.

That said, please be gentle with my first ever effort in writing both slash and smut, and I welcome any critical reviews so that I can improve my work. I haven't read anything of this kind concerning Harry and Draco, so you'll have to excuse me if the story's too generic (and in consequence, boring). Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the fic, even if it's bad, and leave a note before you scurry off to read more H/D goodness ;).
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He stepped through the bedroom door after Harry, uninvited, unexpected.
"What else do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked him tiredly, eyeing him from behind his round black-rimmed glasses. "The meeting's over. We've already agreed on our assignment."
"Perhaps�" Draco spoke quietly, voice trailing out as he smoothly fingered the oak frame of the open door. Then he closed it tightly behind him and leaned against it, facing Harry and fronting the other man's fatigued gaze.
"Malfoy, I haven't got time for whatever it is you have to say. If you haven't noticed, I've just gone through four raids straight and am very exhausted," Harry said, looking away from Draco and shrugging off his cloak. He moved to the side of the room towards his wardrobe and deftly hung up his cloak, before proceeding to pull his shirt over his head.
Malfoy stood still, watching Harry's every move intently.
Eventually, Draco's burning gaze was too much for Harry to bear and he whipped his face around, angry. "For the last time, what the hell d'you want, Malfoy?"
"Nothing neither of us don't want," was Draco's cryptic response. He pushed himself off from the door and slowly approached Harry, who stood chest-unclad in front of his wardrobe regarding his former nemesis curiously.
"Malfoy, this isn't the time to play word games with me. Honestly, if I'd known you'd invade my privacy to irritate me like this, I wouldn't have volunteered to host the preliminary Auror meeting at my house," Harry spoke steadily, though his stampeding heartbeat betrayed his confidence. Malfoy was getting closer and closer�what in the devil's name is he doing?
"Potter, I'm no longer afraid," Draco announced softly, once he'd come within a few feet of Harry's figure. "You've rejected me once, but you won't do so tonight."
Harry stared, dumbfounded. "Malfoy, what are you on about?"

"Remember first year, Harry? I offered you my hand of friendship and you refused it."
Harry was so baffled by Draco's reference to the distant past that he missed to note that Draco had called him by his first name. "Yeah? And what's your point? That was ages ago. You and I both know we've been on a pseudo-truce ever since the war," Harry pointed out.
Draco moved dangerously closer. "So we have. And how long has it been since the war? Four years, is it?"
"Yes, four and a half years, to be exact. I still don't see where you're going with this."
"Four years is a long time to be in agony, you know. I've had it. I can't take it anymore."
Harry scoffed. "What agony are you talking about, Malfoy? Your father's dead, your mothereen een taken away�you're free. You're an Auror and the wizard world loves you, for once. Or well, the witches at least."
"Yes they do�but you don't."
Harry blinked, suddenly frightened of what Draco was implying. "Pardon?"
"You're killing me, Harry. You're killing me, right from the inside. Is it some sort of revenge for me being horrible to you all those years? Do you enjoy it?" Malfoy asked in an agitated manner. "And now with your engagement to Weasley's little sister made public�such a deep wound you dig for me, Potter."
"What? How have I been killing you? I don't understand�and what does this have anything to do with my engagement to Ginny?"

Draco turned away, evidently in some sort of intrinsic pain. "Potter you're one sick bastard, you know that? You love this don't you? You love it, and every night you come back to this pitiful place you call home and laugh at my suffering," he stated tightly, albeit somewhat too melodramatically, clenching his fists.
Harry was thoroughly bewildered by this change in Draco's demeanor and cautiously took a step back. "Draco, whatever's wrong --"
"Whatever's wrong! Don't pretend you don't know, Harry. Ever since that night, you've been torturing me. This professional relationship we have�this fucking pseudo-truce�and now your bloody pretentious engagement�it's eating at me, Harry. It's burning my flesh inch by inch, gnawing at my bones, just plain killing me. It's even intruded into my nightmares now, do you know that? The promises you made to me that night�you never kept them, not one. They come and taunt me in my sleep, forbidding my rest."
"You've got it all wrong. That night�I was trying to save your life," Harry said, understanding glazing over his emerald eyes. It was about that unspoken night, it always was.
"So you lied to me, did you? You spoke beautiful lies to me, to keep me alive?" Draco's voice rose into a shout and his eyes blazed with fury. "How dare you!"
"I had to!" Harry yelled back in defense, though there was a hint of a plea in his voice. "We needed you�we couldn't have won the battle without you�"
"You bastard! Fuck you! Fuck you and your dead parents to hell!" Draco cursed brutally, charging at Harry ful full force. Since they weren't far apart in the first place, Draco's lunge knd Had Harry backwards, ramming him hard into the wardrobe door. Searing pain shot instantly down Harry's spine but he ignored it as he tried to fight off Draco's punches.
"Draco, stop! Calm down! This is madness!" Harry cried out, kicking the former Slytherin in the stomach as a final attempt. The move was enough to knock the air out of Draco, who toppled onto his back, panting hard.
"What's gotten into you, Malfoy? Jesus, we've been over this! We couldn't lose you�not to suicide, we couldn't," Harry insisted breathlessly, slowly sitting up and drawing his legs up to his chest.
Draco remained lying on the floor, not far from Harry's feet. "I believed you. I believed everything you said. I had no reason to�but I did. And it was all for nothing," Draco spoke woefully, gaping blankly at the ceiling.
"That's not true. You're involvement saved a lot of lives�including my own. I never could've killed Voldemort without you, without your input."
"It doesn't matter. I would've loved to die by my own hand, not slowly, torturously like this. Other people's lives don't matter to me. You should've let me die."
"No, Malfoy. I couldn't. I'll never."
Harry's tone of certainty made Draco turn to him abruptly. While his voice was laced with coldness, emotion flared fiercely in his stormy gray orbs. "Why?"
"Because what I said to you�that night�they weren't lies. I never meant for them to be."
"After four years of absolutely nothing from you but empty, professional conversations and an announcement of your engagement to that Weasley whore, I'm supposed to believe that?"

"Yes, because it's the truth! I meant every word I said. But things haven't been easy and I've had a lot to deal with these past four years."
"Bullshit. Why don't you just admit you're too afraid, Potter? Afraid of accepting the truth, afraid of how you really feel. Petrified of what that dimwitted fool Weasley and his Mudblood Granger would think if they really knew how you felt about me."
"No, I'm not! I have obligations, Malfoy, obligations that I must see to before anything else! You know more than anyone what we must do, as Aurors!"
"Shut your mouth about our sodding jobs! This isn't about that and you know it. Four years have I sat by and listened to your same, pathetic excuse. Then out of the blue you're going to get yourself hitched to that sodding bitch. Well screw obligations, Potter, I can't take it anymore and I won't submit to this torment any longer," Draco vehemently proclaimed, and in one swift movement he jumped upwards and threw himself at Harry. He covered Harry's mouth with his own and pressed his body firmly against Harry's, so that the latter could have no chance of a cowardly escape.
The shock that Harry felt upon having Draco's weight on him gave way to dizzying abashment and pleasure as the other wizard's lips probed his, and he soon found his own hands unwittingly rummaging through Draco's soft blond locks.
Then enough logic returned to him and with all the strength he could muster, he shoved Draco away. "I can't do this. This isn't right," he chanted, shutting his eyes tightly.
Draco snared Harry's head with both of his hands and clashed their foreheads together. "You know you want to -- you've always wanted to -- you've always wanted me. Your denial is going to stop now. I've had enough -- you're never getting away from me again."
And with that the blond wizard proceeded to lock his lips with Harry's again, more forcefully than before.
Harry tried with all his might to refuse the kiss and the explosive outbursts of fireworks it ignited in every inch of his body, but the ex-Slytherin's power was so overwhelming that Harry felt he would die if he didn't give in. Soon enough, he parted his lips and Draco's tongue impatiently assaulted the insides of his mouth, frolicking around every crevice. Harry tilted his head upwards to give Draco better access and shivered excitedly as he felt Draco's hands run wildly up and down his bare chest. He moaned into Draco's mouth and felt the other wizard grin against his lips as their tongues furiously danced with each other.
But it was not enough. Too long had Harry bottled up his own, raw desire for Draco and too often had he fantasized this in his dreams that he felt it was no longer worthwhile to avoid. Plus, his cock was throbbing more severely than it ever had in his life and it filled him with even more necessity.
Presently, he pulled away from Draco's face and allowed the other man to trail passionate kisses down his chin and neck.
"Draco�" he groaned, the pain in his dick now nearly unbearable. "You're right�you've been right all this time. I need you -- I need you badly," he whispered huskily, burying his face into Draco's hair and breathing in as much of the blonde's cologne-induced scent as possible.
This confession triggered even more fire inside of Draco and as much as he wanted to ravage Harry right then and then on the wooden floor, he gathered whatever sanity he still retained and forced himself to tear away. Then, he roughly seized Harry's shoulders and pulled him towards the bed.
Harry allowed himself to be dragged away by Draco and sat obediently on the edge of his four poster. Draco did not follow suit; instead, he began to yank off his own shirt. Harry didn't bother to help as he slipped his own arms around Draco's waist, then covered the man's waistline with fervent kisses. He unconsciously found his hands unzipping Draco's trousers and tugging them down. His erection intensified upon seeing Draco's incredible length outlined against his silk green boxers and he wasted no time helping the blond discard them. An animalistic grunt escaped his mouth when his eyes feasted upon the beautiful sight that was Draco's hard manhood, proudly erect amid a thicket of white blond curls. The former Gryffindor had never seen anything more enticing than Draco's purplish head moistened with pre-cum at the tip.
"Don't just stare at it," Draco grumbled, taking off Harry's glasses and chucking it to the side.
Harry needn't be told twice and took Draco fully into his mouth, alternating between sucking the coarse skin and licking it. His tongue had never tasted anything so delectable and Draco's continuing grunts and moans only served to make Harry hungrier. After awhile, Draco's thighs began to quiver as he reached his peak and he released himself into Harry's willing mouth with a cry, before falling onto the bed beside Harry, chest heaving rapidly up and down.
Harry swallowed as much of Draco's cum as he could and wiped any that had trickled out the side of his mouth and down his chin with the back of his hand. Without waiting for Draco to do the honors, Harry unzipped his own slacks and flung them aside, his boxers succeeding afterwards. Fully naked, he climbed onto the bed once more and hovered over Draco's supine form. For a moment he simply stared at the vision of a god below him, committing every visible detail of Draco's unrobed physique to memory. Very carefully, he lowered himself down and slid his nude body over Draco's, kissing any exposed skin that came in his way.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and felt the ache that had tormented him for the past four years start to subside. His hands slithered down Harry's form and squeezed his butt cheeks for all they were worth. Then, Harry's lips found his again and the rigorous onslaught of mouth and tongue commenced once more.
By now, both of their bodies were drenched in sweat its musky scent seemed to fuel their libidos. Draco jerked his hips upwards as Harry's lips left his mouth to plant kisses over his face, inevitably brushing their cocks against one another's and eliciting manly moans from the both of them in the process. To Harry's surprise, Draco suddenly rolled over and was soon on top of him.
"I'm going to make you beg and scream for me," Draco declared throatily, trying to control his heavy breathing but failing miserably.
"I already want you more than you can imagine," Harry replied, caressing Draco's bare back feverishly.
"I can imagine quite a bit," Draco responded in a dangerously low voice, before swooping down to lick Harry's neck, causing the black-haired wizard to throw his head to the side closclose his eyes tensely, relishing in the feel of Draco's warm tongue as it glided across his burning, sensitive skin.
"Draco�" Harry moaned desperately, involuntarily arching his back.
Draco didn't stop there though, and his mouth trailed down to Harry's erect nipples. Draco flicked them one nipple at a time with his sensual tongue, and sucked them tenderly as he alternated between one and the other.
By now, both of their penises were so painfully hard it was becoming difficult for either of them to enjoy the other sensations their other body parts were inflicting. Knowing that neither of them would be able to last much longer without release, Draco ceased his attack on Harry's nipples and maneuvered downwards towards Harry's raised shaft, never once taking his tongue off of Harry's skin. He buried his head in the space between Harry's thighs momentarily, teasing Harry's manhood with his hot breath.
"C'mon, Malfoy," Harry urged in need, grabbing the bed sheets and crunching them in his curled fists.
But hastiness was never Draco's style, and he continued to tease Harry's length with little grazes of his tongue and soft smooches. "Beg, Potter�I want to hear you beg your life for me."
"Just carry on with it, Malfoy!" Harry yelled in frustration.
Draco tutted and blew cruelly on Harry's member. "That's not begging, Harry."
"Argh! Fine, please, Malfoy, please just suck me already!"
Draco shook his head lightly. "That's not good enough. Say my name and beg as though your life depended on it�beg like you've never begged for anything before�"
In that moment, Harry had never yearned for anything so much as to be taken inside Draco's mouth. He bit his lip, face twisting in agony. "Ah! Draco, Draco, please, Draco take me, suck me, please�" Harry implored anxiously.
Draco blew on Harry's cock once more, intoxicating the latter to the extreme. "Now I want you to tell me you're sorry�sorry for all the time you denied us this privilege�sorry for hurting me�apologize�"
Harry didn't want to do it, but his craving to be taken by Draco was too overpowering. "Fine�I'm sorry�I�m so, so sorry�please�"
"Now one last thing --"
"No more!" Harry interrupted, his head thrashing about.
"One last thing�I want you to say that you're mine�that you belong to me�and beg�beg for me�"
Harry was losing his mind. Any more of this bloodthirsty game and he'd go permanently insane. "I'm yours! Alright, I'm yours, I'm yours, I belong to you�ahh�please, Malfoy, please, just do it, please�"
Sensing Harry's agonizing torment, Draco grinned in triumphant satisfaction and finally took the other wizard into his mouth, letting his tongue delicately fondle the skin of Harry's shaft. He heard Harry suck in a deep breath and inwardly congratulated himself as he continued suckling the man's dick.
"Oh god�oh my god�ohhhh�ahhh�" Draco heard Harry mumble repeatedly and it just about drove him right to insanity. He sucked harder, slurping greedily around every bit of flesh in that little bush of black curls, wanting to hear Harry moan so desperately like that over and over again. He ignored his own erection and continued embracing Harry in his mouth until the wizard couldn't take it anymore and cried out loudly as he came.
This was the first time Draco had ever drank another man's cum, and he had no idea it could taste so wonderful. He gulped Harry's release down as though he was brimming with inhuman thirst, and his spirits practically soared into heavenly bliss when Harry kept crying out his name.
"God damn you, Draco�oh Merlin, you make me feel so bloody good," Harry commented between intense pants.
Draco took no pleasure in that though, for his own cock was in dire need of coming, and he said forcefully, "Roll over."

"What?" Harry questioned, still descending from his plateau.
"Roll over, I need to fuck you now," Draco ordered.
Though slightly miffed at Draco's commanding attitude, Harry complied in light of the urgency he noticed in Draco's voice.
Once Harry was flat on his chest, Draco lifted himself upwards and positioned himself in between Harry's legs, just over his arse. He ran his hands over the cheeks again, slapping them hard until he heard Harry grunt in annoyance.
"I'm gonna fuck you 'til your bloody sore, Potter," Draco announced, the lust in him escalating at the sight of the crack between Harry's butt cheeks.
"Fuck me all you like and I'll fuck you harder," Harry challenged, angering and thrilling Draco at the same time.
"Who do you want now, Potter? That sodding redheaded whore you're going to wed or me? Tell me who you want�"
"You�you�dear Merlin, I want you!" Harry affirmed hoarsely, positively trembling with anticipation.
With an animalistic growl, Draco thrust himself hard inside Harry's anus and the raven-haired wizard yelped in pain. Draco took no heed of this and carried on thrusting in and out, humping Harry incessantly, each time burying his penis deeper and deeper.
"AH! Ah�ahhh�ahh�ah�" Harry crooned repeatedly, an unthinkable mixture of both pain and erotic pleasure flooding him as Draco thrust harder and harder inside his anus. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes and he blinked them quickly away, consoling himself with the thought of being able to do the same to Draco later on.
More exhilarn swn swept over Draco as he heard Harry groan and he quickened his pace and rhythm, diving in and out, humping madly, wildly, fiercely, full of want, need, and pure adulterated passion.
Harry cried out louder and louder, rivaling the cacophonous creaking of his bed, but Draco heard only the gratification in it, not the discomfort and anguish, and was beyond the point of controlling his force. He drove further and further inwards, banging on and on until his member was buried all the way to the hilt. Finally, shaft as large and ready as it could be, his body could take no more. Screaming out Harry's name, he reached his immense climax and came, spilling his fluid inside Harry before collapsing in full exhaustion atop the man's backside.
For several minutes, nothing sounded in the room save for their gasps for air.
"Are you very sore?" Draco asked at length, after some time had passed and he had pulled out of Harry's anus.
Harry smiled despite himself at the hint of concern in Draco's voice. "I think so," he answered, knowing indeed that he was very, very sore. This was, after all, the first time he had another man fuck him senseless.
"Too sore to return me the courtesy?" Draco inquired devilishly, planting a couple of feathery kisses on the back of his lover's neck.
"Hell no," Harry asserted and slowly crawled out from under Draco. "You won't be able to ride a broom for months after I'm done with you," Harry boasted to Draco's snort of skepticism.
"Prove it," he dared with a smirk.
Harry grinned widely and hovered over Draco. He caught the other man off guard by promptly pinching his butt cheeks, watching in perfect content as Draco's pale, sweat-covered skin turned pinkish. He then carefully positioned himself over Draco's anus, but before he could continue, a terribly horny idea wormed its stubborn way into his head.
"Get up on all fours, Malfoy," he commanded, an air of dominance suddenly about him.
"What?"
"Get up on all fours," Harry repeated. "I'm gonna do you like the animal that you are."
Draco remained still for a fleeting moment before a roguish glint glowed in his eyes. "Why Potter, if that's what you want�I'm impressed. Thirty points to Gryffindor." Promptly, he heaved himself upwards until only his hands and knees were pressed against the sheets on the mattress, for support.
Harry rose up to his full height and inched backwards to allow Draco some space. He placed his sweaty hands on either side of Draco's hip and regarded the blonde's firm, round buttocks with primal appreciation. Then, he lowered himself just a tiny bit and positioned his cock to the middle of Draco's opening. Feeling more powerful than ever in this state, Harry thrust himself inside Draco, desire mounting more and more in him with each plunge. He knew Draco was trying with all his might to not cry out, and that drove Harry to push himself harder and faster inside Draco until at last the other wizard could no longer withstand the pain and roared.
"POTTER!" Draco screamed with ecstasy against his will, denying his pain, as Harry slammed harder into him with increasing speed as though they were primitive beasts, without a single care to gentleness or decency.
Deeper and deeper, faster and faster Harry went, grunting with every dive, his mind blank of everything else but the need to hump Draco endlessly and satisfy his pulsing cock; a ruthless predator assaulting his ever-so-willing prey.
"Forty points! Fifty! Fuck me harder, faster, harder!" Draco pronounced in a strangled voice, constantly emanating guttural groans that drove Harry further towards his peak.
At long last, Harry's pleasure heightened to the extreme and he fell over the edge, coming and emptying himself inside his partner, yelling out Draco's name over and over. His legs shuddered from the strength of his release and he crashed on top of Draco, enveloping his arms fully around the other wizard's torso, his length still buried inside the other wizard's anus up to the hilt.
Draco couldn't handle the weight of the former Gryffindor on him, however, causing him to tumble face first onto the bed, taking the latter with him.
"Merlin, that felt so fucking good," Harry assessed breathlessly a short while later, licking some of the salty sweat off of Draco's upper back.
"I know," Draco agreed, his ass as sore as hell. "Now you see what you've been missing for the last four years?"
"Dammit, Draco I had to, alright? I had a duty, and you did too. But I swear, if I didn't have to go kill Voldemort, I would fuc fucked you right then and there that night in the forest, after I persuaded you not to off yourself," Harry admitted, affectionately smooching the skin underneath him and pulling himself out of Draco.
"You should've. That would've been enough persuasion," Draco alleged cheekily, rolling onto his back so that Harry was now lying on his side next to him. "This isn't over, you know. Next time, there'll be chains and whips and leather bonds. I'll screw you in every pion ion imaginable. It'll be enough to make you think of me every minute of every day, especially when you shag your hideous wife-to-be."
"Don't talk so derisively about Ginny. She's not hideous -- there's no need to exalt your jealousy with lies. And I -- I don't even know what to do about that," Harry acknowledged quietly with a defeated sigh.
"Whatever you do, you know what we'll always be doing whenever we're alone."
"Yes. I sse thathat's true, isn't it?" Harry hoisted himself up and leaned on his arm for support so that he could gaze freely at Draco. He traced a thumb lovingly along Draco's moist lips, leering with emotion as Draco's tongue drew out to capture it. "I don't even want to think about what Ron would say if he saw me right now, naked with my former enemy, looking at him suck my thumb in complete rapture. He'd murder me, I bet."
Draco smirked andendeended his arm out so that he could finger Harry's scar. "I rather reckon he'd be jealous�he'd want in on the action too, the sorry mother."
Harry tossed his head back and chuckled heartily, before dropping his lips onto Draco's once more.
"You keep doing that and I'll fuck you again before the night's over," Draco warned Harry when he proceeded to nuzzle Draco's warm neck. "And I'll conjure up the chains and whip while I'm at it too."
"What's keeping you?" Harry retorted suggestively, kindling another round of passion inside the pit of Draco's stomach. To make his point, Harry's hand traveled downwards and grasped Draco's shaft, stroking it gingerly with his skilled fingers.
Draco closed his eyes, excitement rushing through him encore, spreading through his veins like wildfire. "Oh god, Potter�bloody hell, just tell me you want more and I'll give it to you, right now, all night."
"I want more," Harry murmured huskily, taken aback by the amount of desire that still resided in him even after having shagged and been shagged so ferociously.
Draco harshly grabbed Harry's head and merged their mouths together in a violent kiss. Soon, their ritual began again, with both men giving each other nothing but gratification that increased with every time they came, and it wasn't until the crow of the rooster signaling the arrival of dawn that their activities got the best of them, shattering them into a dead slumber of peace and promise.
And it was at this point that the worshipped hero Harry Potter, faithful husband and respected father of two, always woke from his fantasy, a daily routine that had haunted him for almost a decade straight, ever since that fateful night in the darkness of the Forbidden Forest when he declared his love for a sworn enemy a moment too late.

~ FIN ~

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A/N: *ducks rotten tomatoes* Sorry for the ending�it just wrote itself out, honest! Anyway, thanks for reading, and please review to tell me how I did. As I mentioned, it's my first time ever writing slash and smut of this magnitude, so I eagerly await your judgment!
~ smashing sugar ~
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