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Madness	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3899 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Madness

Author: jameschick

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: NC17

Summary: Entry for the Coercion Challenge

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Rimming, dubious consent.

In a hidden room, far along an old, unused corridor, Harry Potter stood back to admire his work. A Stupefy, a Silencio, some magical bindings, a cleaning spell and a leg-locker curse were all it had taken to achieve his results - that being Draco Malfoy; naked and draped over a desk with his firm, white arse in the air. Times like these, he really liked being a wizard.
The thoughts had been plaguing him for weeks now, visions of all that pale smooth skin, that firm backside tilted up in offering, that small pink rosette just begging to be tasted. It had gotten so that he couldn't close his eyes anymore without seeing it.
It was madness.
And it was all Draco's fault.
It had started a month ago, after the first Gryff/Slyth Quidditch match of the season. Someone - read Seamus and Dean - had sabotaged the Slytherin locker room and the two teams had been forced to share. Harry had left immediately after his shower, following his team back to the castle and the victory party that awaited them. He was halfway up the second staircase when he realised that in his haste to escape the Slytherins, he'd forgotten his broom servicing kit.
Not wanting to miss the party, Harry quickly ran back to the pitch and entered the change room. That was when it happened.
He'd rushed into the room only to see Malfoy on his knees digging underneath the bench for what looked like a tub of hair-gel; his arse in the air and cheeks slightly parted. Harry had been in the perfect position to see everything the Slytherin Prince owned. And it was a considerable amount.
But his eyes kept straying back to that little pink pucker. He was enticed by it; enthralled. He found himself moving closer, wanting to bury his face between those pale firm cheeks and lick Draco until he screamed. He barely stopped himself in time before he dropped to his knees behind the other boy and did something he'd likely be punched for.
Forgetting all about his kit, Harry turned and fled back to the castle, back to the party in the common room. He tried to forget all about Draco Malfoy and his lickable arse, but the vision just would not go away. It haunted him. And so, almost a month later, it had come to this.
He'd been trying to sleep and after tossing and turning for the better part of an hour he'd given up. Silently he'd taken his map and his Invisibility cloak from his trunk and left the tower. He had been thinking a trip to the kitchens for some warm milk might do the trick when he saw movement on the map. A quick check showed that Draco was also wandering the halls and was just around the corner from where Harry now stood.
He couldn't help it. After weeks of denying himself, Harry just snapped.
Draco didn't know what hit him. One minute he was sneaking to the kitchen to bully the elves into making him hot cocoa, and the next he was hit with a Stupefy, followed by a silencing spell, and then being levitated through the hallways. He didn't know where he was being taken to, or why, but he knew who his attacker was. He'd recognise Potter's voice anywhere.
He wasn't sure what he had expected, but finding himself naked, restrained and bent over a desk with his arse in the air was not it. Harry Potter was a lot of things - none of them good in his opinion - and they had made a career out of making each other miserable while in school, but this went way beyond any childish prank, fist-fight, or illegal duel.
He felt Potter's hands on his skin as they slowly travelled up the backs of his legs, gently tracing the swell of his arse and then his thumbs were pressing into the flesh of his crack. He was almost thankful for the Silencio, otherwise he was pretty sure he would have emitted a most un-Malfoy-ish noise just then.
"You brought this on yourself, Draco," Potter whispered huskily. "Flaunting your arse around, teasing me, practically begging me to do this to you." Do what Draco didn't know, but he had a pretty good idea now. Potter was going to bugger him - whether he liked it or not. And he certainly wouldn't. Not with Potter.
"I saw you in the locker room. Down on all fours, arse in the air, as you rummaged under the bench. Did you think you were alone, or did you know I was there?" Draco felt Harry's warm breath on his skin and shuddered involuntarily.
"I bet you were just waiting for me to come back and see you like that," Harry continued. "You like the idea of me watching you, wanting you, going out of my mind because I can't have you, don't you?"
Draco had no idea what Harry was talking about. Unless... It had to be last month after their first match. He had been the last one out of the showers and as he was getting his things from his bag, his gel had slipped out and rolled beneath the bench. He'd dropped down to fetch it. He hadn't known, until now, that anyone had seen him. He would have been mortified.
Harry's hands were kneading his butt cheeks and he felt warm breath beside his ear. "But you were wrong to think that, Malfoy. See, I can have you, and I will," Harry said just before removing the silencing charm from Draco and sliding back down so he knelt behind the other boy, between his spread legs.
Clenching his eyes tight and bracing himself for the pain he knew was coming, Draco balled his hands into fists as he felt Potter part his cheeks. Then his eyes flew open as warm air ghosted across his sphincter, followed by a wet tongue. He heard himself squeak that time.
"P-P-P-Potter!" Draco stuttered in a squeaky voice. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You're a smart boy, Malfoy, figure it out."
Draco squeaked again in complete mortification as he felt that warm, wet tongue lapping at his hole. To add to his utter humiliation, he could feel his cock begin to stir at the new and not-so-unpleasant sensation. He bit his lip and held in a groan as Potter's tongue pushed ever so slightly inside him.
Harry pulled back and grinned to himself. "Don't hold back on my account, Malfoy. I removed the silencing charm because I want to hear you." Harry breathed softly over Draco's exposed hole, making the blonde boy shudder. He ducked his head lower and moved between the boy's legs, moving his mouth lower to suck on the skin just behind Draco�s balls. He was rewarded then with a gasp followed by a low moan. Encouraged, he took first one and then the other of Draco's balls into his mouth and laved them with his tongue.
Harry lost himself to the experience. This was what he had been craving for weeks. The taste of Draco's milky white flesh, the sounds of his passion. It was almost too much to bear. Licking back up to the wrinkled pink skin of Draco's arsehole, Harry pointed his tongue and dove in deep. Draco wailed and thrashed. Whether he was trying to get away or just overwhelmed with sensation Harry didn't know. Nor did he really care.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Draco thought to himself. This wasn't happening, not to him. He was not getting off on having Harry Potter eating his arse out. No way, no bloody way was this happening. Only it was happening, and he was getting off on it. His shame knew no bounds.
"Potter, please," Draco cried out, not knowing what he was asking for. Did he want Harry to stop? Not really, he answered himself. Did he want him to continue, or perhaps do something more? He tensed up at the very idea of that. It was one thing to let Potter do this, but there was no way he wanted anything else. Certainly not to be buggered by the Golden-boy.
Harry never let up, his tongue kept driving into him. Draco felt himself begin to move as well, he was pushing back, trying to get as much of Harry's tongue inside him as he could. He consoled himself with the fact that he was completely at Potter's mercy, trussed up and defenceless. He couldn't stop this from happening so he was just making the best out of a bad situation. Yeah right, his inner voice replied. You keep telling yourself that.
Harry couldn't take much more of this, his cock was fit to burst he was so turned on. Removing one hand from Draco's hip, Harry deftly flicked open his trousers and reached inside. He gave a low groan of satisfaction that reverberated against Draco's opening causing the blonde to squeal and push back almost violently against his face. As he stroked himself, he reached underneath Draco and began to stroke him off as well. He alternated sticking his tongue deep inside Draco, with sucking at his hole and licking down to his balls. Draco was panting and writhing within his bonds. Harry felt his orgasm swelling and increased his strokes on both himself and the blonde. He felt Draco tense, heard his breath catch and then felt his warm, sticky cum as it spilled across his fist. He gave himself two more punishing strokes and came as well.

Bloody. Fucking. Hell. Draco thought to himself He had never, ever, felt that good in his whole life. He heard Potter moving around behind him, felt warm hands on his skin and tensed. "P-Potter?"
"Relax, Draco. I'm not going to bugger you against your will if that's what you're worried about," Harry soothed. "Hell, if you had asked me to. I would have stopped doing that as well."
Draco blinked in shock. Had he not asked Potter to stop? He thought about it and realized that no, he hadn't. He'd asked him what he was doing, he'd yelled 'please' at one point, but never did the word stop enter the picture. What was worse, by the end, he was actively participating.
"You think you could let me go now?" Draco asked softly, keeping his face turned away and his eyes closed.
"Yeah, I could do that," Harry replied and reached for his wand. He ended the spells that held the beautiful, blonde boy to the desk and stepped back as he watched Draco dress. Not once did the other boy look at him.
"Draco," Harry began only to be cut off as the boy in question raised his hand in a silencing gesture. "Don't. Don't apologize, Potter."
Draco sighed and shook his head. "How did you know? Who told you I was... gay?" he asked in dread.
Harry almost chuckled but held himself back. "No one. I wasn't sure, really. I just..." Harry ran his fingers back through his hair and grinned slightly. "I really hadn't given it much thought, Malfoy. I was kind of obsessing over other things, went a bit mad with it truth be told, your orientation never entered my mind."
That finally made Draco look up. "You mean to tell me, that you did - that - to me not knowing I was queer? What if I hadn't been? What then?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders and grinned slightly. "Well, you probably would have said �stop� in that case. And I would have."
Draco's jaw dropped as Harry chuckled and walked toward the door. "Later, Malfoy. If you decide you want to do this again sometime, you know where to find me," he said and stepped into the hall leaving one very confused Slytherin behind.
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