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Enemy Mine	By : Nightshade Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1573 -:- 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.

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- 1-Enemy Mine
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Harry and Draco belong to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but my insanity and fantasies.
Rated NC-17 for language and sexual relations between TWO GUYS. If this isn't your cup of tea, then scram! I don't want to deal with any ignorant flames. Flamers will be promptly hunted down and destroyed. I'm just saying.
Dedicated to my friend, Legolas' Bitch. May this give you sweet dreams until the next movie. 8-)
Enemy Mine
It's funny how things work out sometimes.
If anyone had told me a week ago that I would be lying here on Draco Malfoy's bed, while his dorm mates slept on obliviously next to us, with his long, magnificent cock drilling me into the sheets—well I would have thought them mad.
A week ago my whole life made sense--or at least it was supposed to. I was Harry fucking Potter. The Boy Who Lived. I defeated Voldemort on numerous occasions and still lived to tell the tale. I was considered a legend. The Wizarding world's own hero.
I hated every single second of it. I never asked for fame or fortune. I'd give it all up just to have my parents alive again. Just to have *someone* who loved me for me (and who didn't lock me in cupboards). Who needed me for me.
Perhaps this was why I didn't bat an eye when I literally ran into Malfoy tonight and he—well—the only word for it would be "propositioned'. Yes. Draco Malfoy told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to fuck me. My mind spirals back to a few hours earlier by the Great Hall where I suddenly found myself pinned against the wall by one very intense blonde Slytherin.
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"Are you off your tree, Malfoy?"
"Stop fucking around, Potter. I *told* you that I want you. I want to fuck you." He took this opportunity to lean in closer; pressing his slender body against mine. I felt my cock harden and my breath caught in my throat. He brushed his lips against mine, suckling gently at my bottom lip and causing my senses to go haywire. He pulled back and eyed me slyly. "And I think you want to fuck me. Are you in or out, Potter? I don't bloody have all night."
I kissed him suddenly (desperately) and wrapped my arms around his waist, grinding our erections together. It was no secret in school that I was bisexual. I was no virgin as I had been with quite a few boys and girls alike. But there was something about Malfoy that I had always wanted to possess--even though I knew I probably never would. Could it be that he felt the same way about me?
Did he want to possess me? (oh please oh please oh please)
I plundered his sweet mouth with my tongue and moaned like a wanton bitch in heat. Finally we broke apart--both of us panting for much needed air. He cocked one perfect eyebrow (does he pluck?) at me, waiting for my answer. I did not hesitate. This was, and has always been perhaps, my destiny.
"Lead the way, Malfoy."
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My mind returned to the present as I let my arch nemesis fuck me senseless. It was exhilarating to be dominated like this, to feel nothing except his hard body against mine. I grabbed onto his toned biceps and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.
"Oh yes, Malfoy—fuck me. Harder--"
He studied me seriously and I wondered what was going through his mind. I reached up and brushed his white blonde hair (like an angel) out of his face. I wanted to be able to see his beautiful, silver eyes.
"You like this, Potter?"
"Yes, damn you!" I hiss, not bothering to lower my voice. If any of the room's other occupants woke up at that moment, I wouldn't have given a flying fuck. (yes, wake up and see your leader fucking his enemy)
All that mattered (all that could matter) was how he was making me feel.
A smirk stole across his beautiful face. "Tell me then. Tell me how much you like what I'm doing to you, Potter. Tell me how good my dick feels as I fuck you."
I stare at him in shock. "You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious, I can assure you." He slows his thrusts down now, grinding into my willing arse slowly--oh so slowly. My hips rise helplessly to meet his and I whimper pitifully.
"Do I have to?"
His thrusts slow down even more if that's possible and I groan in frustration (torturing me). "Yes. Say it or I'll stop, Potter. Tell me how much you love me fucking you." He stared at me and a strange emotion flickered in his silver eyes. (Desperation?)
"I *need* to hear you say it, Harry." He whispered, not noticing that he had called me by my birth name. "Tell me you need this—tell me you need me."
And suddenly I understood. All the animosity between us--all the hate--all along it was covering up something even more intense than either of us could have ever dreamed (not love, not love, *never* love). Because all along I craved for someone to understand *me*. For someone to want and need only *me* and not the *legend*.
For someone to *love* (hate?) me.
And the only person who had been a constant in my life for the past six years was Malfoy. He alone constantly hated (loved?) me. He alone was not impressed with my fame (jealous prick). He alone wanted (needed?) me.
And in the end, he alone was who I could always count on to be true.
So as I looked into those damn silver eyes, I wrapped myself even tighter around him, took all my hate (love?) that I had to give and *offered* it to him freely. I squirmed against him and whispered huskily into his ear.
"You feel *so* good inside me, Malfoy. I love the way you fuck me. Please—I need you deeper."
He stared into my eyes and complied, taking all the hate (love?) he had for *me* and returning it.
"Oh Merlin, Potter—so good—so tight. I *hate* you—I fucking hate--"
"Give it to me." I whispered into his ear, nibbling on the delicate earlobe. "Give me all you got."
And he did. His slim hips thrust into me impossibly faster; trying to get impossibly deeper. Our sweat slick bodies rocked feverishly as he pinned me to the bed, and I clung to him as he took us both towards the finish.
I was beyond coherent, the sensations were too much. "Oh yes—like that—and like *that*. Come on, I need it, Draco, you son-of-a-bitch. I need it—OH MERLIN *PLEASE*!!"
I came with a shout, my green eyes wide open, locked with his; his name a whispered prayer on my lips. I clung to him as he pumped into me hard a few more times and finally (finally) bathed my insides with his come. I reveled in the feeling because I liked the thought at having some of him remain inside me.
Was I crazy? Possibly. Did I hate (love?) him? Oh yes.
And it felt *good*. (so right—so right—can't--won't lose this)
He slumped on top of me, making no move to pull out anytime soon. I wrapped my arms around his waist and was glad. After a few minutes he pushed himself up a bit to stare at me. There was a peculiar look on his handsome face.
"I still *hate* you, Potter. This doesn't change anything."
"Of course." I reply simply. "I hate you too." And I pulled him into another frenzied kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance and I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth.
"You—are—mine." He mumbled in between kisses. "Do—you understand—me, Potter? No—one else's. *MINE*!"
"Yes." I whisper, allowing his tongue to fuck my open mouth. It felt so right surrendering like this. To my enemy. *We* felt so right.
"No one else will *ever* make you feel the way I do, remember that. And," His eyes narrowed dangerously here. "If they do, so help me, Potter, I *will* make them pay."
I wasn't fazed by the possessive glint in his maddened silver eyes. Strangely enough it warmed me; made me feel whole (special).
"Likewise, Malfoy. That goes for you too." I whisper with a smirk almost identical to his. "No one else will touch what's mine either."
He stared at me. "I really, really hate you, Potter."
"I know. And I, you." I said with an eerie smile. "My hate will never change for you."
Impossibly I felt his cock twitch at my words and harden inside me, and I squirmed with delight. Giving him (my enemy? My boyfriend? My soul mate?) a wicked grin, I rotated my hips against his. "I *hate* you, Malfoy."
His cock stiffened even more and we both moaned. He seemed to have caught onto my little game because he growled into my ear.
"How much do you hate me, boy?"
"This much." And I claimed his sinful mouth again in a passionate kiss.
No more was said for a while after that.
And each time he took me ( oh yes—fuck me, Malfoy), our vow of hatred (love?) grew and strengthened. He was mine and I was his. We belonged to each other.
Forever.
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