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Tough Love	By : rileycharlotte Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3964 -:- 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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You know what? I think I’m going to post this. It’s not just
a one shot. It will have a plot and everything. Won’t that be fun? It starts
like a one shot though, because I need to capture the angst later on. And
because I actually wrote this first bit for my friend for her b-day. Her name
is always-in-the-dark. And she is a hardcore draco/harry girl. I for one have
never read a draco/harry fic. I know. Pathetic. But, I thought of a plan to
write the rest of this one, so… I figured what the hell… I write for me, but I
post so maybe I can make someone else out there happy with good smut. At least
it might be good… you know… I don’t know anymore… but… yeah… why not? Here you
go.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is super rich. She owns Harry and
the gang. I don’t. I just wanted to make my friend a b-day gift in the form of
rapid man sex. Is that so wrong? (I know… it is…)

Warning: Lemony bondage… kind of OOCness, odds are… oh… and
did I mention they are both boys…nah, must have slipped my tongue… or my
fingers… whateva… love sweaty boy on boy sex, read rapid boy on boy sex… if
not… bye!

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Thunder shook the walls of the
castle so hard Harry fell out of bed. He landed face first on the icy stone
floor, waking up with something akin to brain freeze.

Rolling peels of the storm resonated off the walls
forebodingly as he untangled his body from the sheets. He stood up and ran his
fingers through his unruly hair and put on his glasses, not that it did much
good. The room was pitch dark but for the brief flashes of lightening.

Harry sighed and sat back down on the bed, propping his head
up on a hand. He would never be able to sleep in this weather. It would have
been better if an earthquake had struck, at least then the entire rumbling
would get over itself at once. The pattering of old rocks grating on each other
with every burst of thunder was enough to drive someone mad.

If it had been a regular night in the Griffindor tower, Harry
would have gone down to the common room and played chess with Ron or be forced
into studying with Hermoine. But, as things were, this was not a normal night.
His friends and almost everyone else in Griffindor House had left for the
Easter holidays, and of course, he had upped to stay at Hogwarts where he was
would be far from the Dursleys.

Ron would have invited him along if his family hadn’t been
going to Tokyo over the holidays. Something about family bonding time, though
he suspected his father just wanted to go to the technology convention that was
being held there. Mr. Weasley was crazy for Muggle gadgets, after all.

Hermoine had an excuse as well. Her grandparents were
visiting and they were harshly conservative. They would never stand for her
having a boy in her house; they believed the girl to be attending a prestigious
female academy. Hermoine had yet to “come out” as it were, to them about being
a witch.

So, Harry was left alone in the nearly empty castle.

He looked out the window, seeing if the storm had any chance
of letting up. The rain was coming down as though someone forgot to turn a hose
off, and the booming dark clouds seemed to be impenetrable.

The sound of soft breathing suddenly touched the back of his
ears. A chill ran up his spine.

Spinning around, Harry found himself facing darkness. He
shook his head. What was he thinking? No one was there. Everyone was off at his
or her own home.

Still, he cautiously tiptoed to the bedside table, stealing
up a candle and lighting it. Harry cast the amber glow into the deep corners of
the room, banishing the shadows back to the realm where they belonged.
Satisfied that nothing or no one was in the room with him, he shined the candle
upon his bed on the pretext of fixing his sheets.

Instead he found himself staring into a pair of cloudy blue
eyes, layered with mixed emotions. Gasping he stared more intently at the face,
the sharp jaw line, the pale but flushed cheek, the slick straw locks. Draco
Malfoy was sitting on Harry’s bed.

“What the…” Harry started, by Malfoy grabbed him before the
words could get out, pulling him close and sealing the dark-haired boy’s mouth
with a kiss.

It was a quick wet kiss, a jolt of pure sour electricity, not
a long taste of sugar.

Harry pushed Draco away, wiping his assaulted lips with a
sleeve of his pajamas.

“Maybe now you know why I hate you so much, Potter,” he
crooned in a milky voice. “Look what you’ve gone and made me do.”

The blonde boy leaned back, reclining on his elbows and
stretching his back. In the flash of lightening, Harry could clearly note that
Draco was wearing boxers, and nothing but boxers. The thin material was
pointless against hiding the bulge between Malfoy’s legs. Harry swallowed.

“Malfoy… Get out,” he said it shortly, trying not to let any streaks
of lust shine out in his voice. Harry couldn’t explain what was happening to
his body, but seeing his enemy sprawled out like that, his bare skin so silky
and deliciously raw…

“What are you talking about, Potter? I’m not going to
hurt you…” Draco lifted Harry’s lips to his forcefully; pressing too hard into
them and then tearing them open with a tongue like a sword. The Slytherin
plunged his tongue into the open mouth, lashing around inside as though to
slice Harry’s own tongue to shreds.

He was quite taken aback when
the famous wizard played along with him, not struggling but lashing back and
curling his own tongue around the blonde’s, giving it a quick squeeze before
Draco had the upper hand again.

Somehow, through all of this, Malfoy had controlled at least
one part of his plan perfectly. He had led Harry up onto the bed and pinned him
down by the shoulders, straddling his hips.

As Malfoy suddenly shoved Harry down into the mattress, the
dark-haired boy felt himself torn from a forced world that wasn’t as bad as he
imagined. He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked it.

A clasp of fingers to the wrist and Harry felt a metal ring
above his hand, cool against his warm flesh. He could feel the weight and heat
of Draco as the boy moved on top of him, drawing a serpent tongue down from the
nape of Harry’s neck, and to the collar of his pajamas, where it was joined by
a harsh pair of teeth that ripped through the line of buttons in a flat second.
Those unpredictable pleasantly firm hands tugged off the pajama top while the
teeth worked an area near the collarbone, rocking back and forth over the skin
and then sucking the abrasions between powder-soft lips.

Then, once again stopping right when Harry was starting to
like it, Draco reared back, a cobra ready to strike. He flipped the dark-haired
boy over and snapped the other cuff onto the unbound wrist. Harry’s hands were
now tied behind his back.

Nails scraped tender areas as the blonde tore off the pajama
bottoms, taking Harry’s boxer shorts with them. Draco could only pull them to
the boy’s ankles when he felt himself seized by a chord of pleasure.

He had to act now or never.

There was not much he needed to do to prepare; the longer he
took the more he would have regretted what he was about to do.

All he did was trace his long fingers over the small cushion
of Harry’s body as though draining it of its appeal, its luster and beauty. He
was ruining it so he wouldn’t have to think thoughts about his enemy anymore.

Finally Draco unsheathed his massive desire, and, with one
desperate thrust, shot up into Harry like a rocket missile.

The boy screamed on impact, not knowing what was going on, at
first, just knowing the awesome pain and the shuddering power throbbing inside
of him. Then he knew fully what was happening and was almost sick. Fortunately
it was then that Draco began his erratic strokes, beating into Harry, clawing
his way up until… the blonde hit his enemy’s prostate hard and never stopped
after that. Harry saw firecrackers going off in his mind, their magic trails of
glitter streaming and then mingled with the next burst. Draco clenched the
Griffindor’s shoulders and drummed him faster than he could have thought
possible.

It wasn’t long before it was all over, Malfoy felt Harry
shudder like the walls in therm arm around them, and then Potter broke into a
scream. The blonde wasn’t certain what his rival was screaming, because the
next thing he knew, he was hit by the same bump in the road, and he hissed as
he came with avalanche force into the other boy beneath him.

A great crack of thunder sounded in the background as they
went over the edge, and as it faded out, they found themselves fading back in,
into the reality they had left fully for a brief moment of divine beauty. Both
struggled to catch his breath, Draco pulled out of Harry and then unhand-cuffed
him, like someone in a dream. It was a good dream.

“Where are you going?” Potter asked as the other boy started for
the door. The dark-haired wizard rolled over onto his back, his chest heaving,
his eyes hooded. Never in his life had he felt so exhausted and so satisfied at
once.

“I’m going back to my dormitory. What do you think?” the
other boy snapped.

“Stay here.” It was a command,
not a request.

“Like I’d take orders from you,” Draco snarled, but complied,
lying on the bed beside Harry.

“Maybe next time you will,” Harry gave Malfoy a funny look
and then turned over onto his side and fell asleep.

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I didn’t beta it… I read through it
once… it probably turned out pretty sucky… I’ll continue with the weird plot
stewing in my head (and it’s coming to a boil…) if you want… review and tell me
what you think I guess… and if I get no reviews, well… I’ll know that it should
stay a one-shot… ttfn…
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