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In This Room	By : Abremaline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1068 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K.Rowling.

Disclaimer
number 2: (because I had better) All sexual acts of
these characters are at the point when over the age of legality (18 or over)

Title: In This Room

Author: Abremaline

Rating:
NC17

Pairing: H/D

Warnings:
Wank

Summary:
*HBP spoilers en masse* Draco remembers his sixth
year. Recollects the people as they were then, to as they are now.

Note: This may have a sister fic or three in
the future. It can be read as a stand alone. But I do hope intend to
write more, when I have the time.

In This Room

Draco was no longer the child he once was.
He couldn�t just sob in a bathroom and share his woes with a ghost anymore. It
just didn�t solve anything. He was a man now - one who had seen and done a lot
of things, many of which he had never wanted to do or see. That was part of
becoming a man though; doing what had to be done, regardless of any personal
wants.

The room in which he sat now was lit by
only a single candle. Dusty tomes, a torn couch and an ancient piano were the
only furniture here - his hideaway from the world. From
reality. He could disappear here, and wallow in his own depression for a
little. This was a place he came to when he needed to be weak for a little
while.

Many years ago it had been part of
Hogwarts; in the times when it still stood, that is. This place he came to now
when everything got too much, this was where it had all started. A chance that
he�d lost. It was here where he could have taken the fork off the road in his
life and maybe not have seen the things he had. Possibly not have done the
things he had. It had all happened here, the official end of his childhood and
whatever innocence he may have retained. Here, where Dumbledore had been
killed.

That was why he came here now. Why it was
such a perfect place to wallow in the ponderings of what could have been, if
had agreed faster, acted sooner. Done something. If he
had he wondered why he would be now. Who he would be now. Certainly not the lone drifter he had
become. Draco lifted his sleeve staring emotionally at the blacked, deformed
�once-a-tattoo� that was there. If he had acted to save the old man, maybe he
wouldn�t have this mark, maybe he never would have
killed anyone.

He hadn�t acted though. And he had been a
murderer. It was part of who he was now, a regretful veteran of a war that
future generations would never appreciate. The current generation had already
lost appreciation of the men who had spent their childhood fighting a war they
never cared for. Still, none of this could be changed now. It was all over, and
Draco had come out of it alive, as had his parents.

The blonde shifted from the piano seat to
the sofa that this tower�s other visitor had installed. Silently thanking them
for the good idea. This was much more comfortable. He could lie down here.

As he lay, Draco�s mind involuntarily
drifted back to that year - the year of his greatest, and worst, achievement.
He had been dating Pansy Parkinson, she had never been a cover model by any
means, but there was always that something that drew him to her. Possibly it
was simply the fact that she was class. She knew all the unspoken laws of
high-society. Draco thought now, that must have been
it.

He certainly didn�t find her attractive, by
any means, now. She had married, while he had been on the run with Severus Snape. Her husband - an entirely boring man. A wise decision for
marriage at the time though. She had found, what was possibly,
the only neutral man with money in the entire wizarding world, and she
had married him. Assuring her own safety regardless of
the outcome. Very Slytherin, though, also very
self-worthless.

He remembered her as she was then though. Glorious in her own way - a way that could never be described.
Her hands caressing his hair as he laid in her lap on the train, early in that
year. A scent that had drifted his way with a doorway that
wouldn�t shut. Certainly not the smell of overdosed perfume that was
Pansy, no, this was different. More�magic. More powerful and
more strengthening and masculine. A shoe had swung in front of his face.

Potter. That smell was Harry Potter. Draco lay now on the couch, as he had
on Pansy�s lap all those years ago, his eyes shut drifting through the scent.
It was burned into his memory that scent. A memory of a smell, Draco scoffed at
himself.

Had it been the comfort of Pansy or
Potter�s smell that eased him in his confidence that morning? Both maybe Draco
thought. A task he hadn�t wanted suddenly became something grand in his mind at
the time. Definitely had to be the knowledge of Potter�s
presence. Only Harry Potter could ever make him want crow like a cock at
5am over something he wished he didn�t have to do.

Five years of his schooling Draco Malfoy
had followed Harry Potter. That sixth year though, the final year of his
schooling, Harry Potter had followed him. Draco remembered how even through the
annoyance, at the time it had made him feel better than a king. Harry Potter,
saviour of the world, the boy-who-lived, was following him, was obsessed with him.

The candle flickered and the dust in the
old tower resettled itself. A breeze? Draco lifted his
head and glanced around. There was no door here, only a concealment charm
placed by himself, to hide his piano from any prying
eyes. It made him suspicious that someone might find him here. Not this time he
decided. It was just a breeze.

He settled himself back down and returned
to his memories of that year. Potter all dolled up for a party with Slughorn, Potter spending hours pacing in front of the room
of requirement while Draco had been waiting around the corner for him to leave
so that he could work in there. Potter on his way to a Quidditch
match looking on as the polyjuiced Crabbe and Goyle
draped their feminine forms over himself.

The man he was now still smiled at that
last memory. The look on Potter�s face had been priceless. Draco had been
struggling to cuddle up to the two �ladies.� Pretty though they were, the knowledge that it was Crabbe and Goyle in there
had been making it difficult to even let them touch him.

But, seeing Potter, seeing that look on his
face, the suspicion the jealously�Draco�s mind came to a halt. Logically he
knew that the jealously had been for the two girls, not over himself, but, just
to think that even that way, he could make Harry Potter jealous�It did things
to his pride � just knowing that he could. It had been a glorious year as far
as �Potter Relations� had been concerned.

Until he had found him in
the bathroom that day. �Serum Septa?� was that
the name of the spell he used? It had hurt, more then Draco had ever let anyone
know. His feelings had been raw when Potter had found him. And not just over
the issue of the threat over his head if he failed his task. No, not over that,
not this time.

He had been there because of Pansy. She had
discovered his secret, one he hadn�t known entirely himself yet.

The drawback to sleeping with a woman, he
supposed. Was that everything was a weapon to them, even you�re dreams. Dreams
Draco couldn�t remember � But Pansy had been woken up by. She had paid
attention to his sleep induced mumblings, thinking that he was dreaming of
another woman, only to discover that he was mumbling about another man.

He had fled to the bathroom that morning,
too unsure to yet consider her colourful re-enactment of his own words. ��God
you�re hard. I could eat your dick. Oh, you want that though don�t you?� I
DON�T HAVE A DICK DRACO!� She had screamed at him.

Bent over the sink
wondering if he really had dreamt of another man, that smell had assaulted him
once more. Not drifting over this time, like
every other, but violently assaulting. There were words spoken, and then there
was that spell and the pain � and the look on Potter�s face. Hatred,
and anger, and oh�the power of him.

In the dusty room of now Draco shifted
uncomfortably. The power. That had always been his
undoing, that one memory. Everything had swirled around Potter, as though he
commanded the world. Certainly, in that moment, he had commanded Draco. Of all
the things Pansy had offered back then, she had never offered that for him.
Complete control, total power as none have ever seen. And that look on his face
� totally concentrated on Draco.

His eyes flickered, nervously scanning the
room and the space outside the doorway. Still no one there, there never had
been at anytime he had been here. He shifted again. Too many memories, it was
making him hard. The blonde man laughed, coldly and without mirth. The glory of
age - back then, it had done naught to his body other then the sliced cuts of
the spell. Now though it made him want to fuck something.

To be the centre, the concentration of
power like that�his right hand drifted to press onto his crutch. It pushed down
with the pressure that was needed.

Potter�s face, contorted as he screamed,
much the same way he would look at the height ecstasy.

Draco�s hand rubbed unconsciously as he
thought of it. Of Potter soaked in sweat, his muscles moving under his skin as
he thrust with all that power he controlled, all centred on Draco. His face,
the same as back then, contorted, twisted and screaming. Harry
Potter, Out of control. All because of Draco.
He grinned, eyes open scanning the space around him as he undid his pants to
allow his hand to wrap around his own cock. He was alone, so why not indulge
himself?

He smiled slyly in the candle light as he
mentally placed that face on the Potter of today. The fully grown, Harry
Potter, dominating the earth with his power. Centred on Draco, but with the
physical presence only a fully grown, and life-experienced man can have. More
muscled, more in control, more�the Potter of his twenties was simply �more�
now, then he was back then. Draco imagined the man of
now, coming undone the way he had all those years ago.

He would be bent over Draco, looking down
from above, with that look, the one that made Draco�s heart stop. Total power, complete command. The tanned skin would be
flickering to golden as the light ducked and weaved over the glistening body.
Like a god, the god of war. Caught in the total power of it all, the lust of
it, and he would be staring down at Draco. Completely concentrated, thrusting
into him. All centred on Draco.

His hand jumped in the rhythm it had set. A noise. The piano chair creaking?
But, there was nothing there, only his paranoia at knowing he had been about to
gasp a name. Something he made a rule never to do. Not even here, the only
place where he thought of sixth year. Too much could be revealed in the way a
name was said, it wasn�t safe to say it. He longed to
scream it though.

He longed to hear his own name screamed
back at him. That face, the one that had screamed a curse, that would be the
image as Potter would go erratic in his pace, pounding into Draco. That would be the face that would scream
his name. Loudly, and with just as much conviction.

A second hand hurried to his crutch, almost
without his own knowledge as it joined the first in its efforts, rubbing at
that space behind his balls while his right hand increased pace and its
pressure.

There would be that smell too. But it would
be stronger with sex, with the sweat and the closeness. Draco closed his eyes
as he drowned himself in that scent that he imagined, remembered. The way the
other mans muscles moved as he neared completion, his face as it would be set.
All too clear in Draco�s mind, those green eyes, would be open, watching Draco
- always concentrated on Draco. Green eyes and glistening
gold skin, the smell of Potter�s sweat and the sight of all that power. All for him. Centred entirely on him.
Dominating him.

Hips bucked off the aged couch. Draco�s own
eyes open, but seeing not what was really there, he saw Potter, face contorted
screaming Draco name.

Draco�s hand sped, moving so fast in its
movements that to any onlooker it would have been only a blur of movement. Hand
grasping his own cock tighter as it moved quicker and
quicker. His body bending upwards as he got closer to his own undoing. Still trying
not to scream himself.

In his mind he still saw the Harry Potter
of today. The confident Potter, the one that everyone wanted to touch,
concentrated on HIM. Giving himself over to only Draco.
Centred and concentrated and falling apart. Just for Draco.

The pants for air, were, in Draco�s mind
now, not his own, but Potter�s. Struggling for air as he fought his own control
to try and lengthen the experience. Ultimately losing.
Potter, coming undone, face twisted and contorted with the power of it all.

He would push in all the way. Pressing short jabs into Draco. Raising
up like the lion he was when the force of the release hit him. Screaming
Draco�s name, just as Draco would lose himself and
scream �Harry�s.� Bucking up and screaming, as the force of the power between
took hold and washed them over the edge of restraint.

They would ride it out together, the waves
of ecstasy, before finally, Harry Potter would collapse onto Draco. Finally
brought down, bested by Draco Malfoy. His entire weight would be crushing Draco�s
chest. And the smell would be different. Changed by the addition of his own smell filling the air.

Alone on the couch in the tower where he
came think of Potter. Draco heaved a heavy sigh, smiling though he found
himself alone. He could smell it now, that special mix, him and Harry. The power of their ecstasy. It filled the air now. The room
was dark, and dank and dusty. The couch needed cleaning too. But it smelt of
them, of the power they could have.

He laughed heartily as he cleaned and
dressed himself, to be presentable to the real world outside this room. The
couch that wasn�t his, he smirked at the concept of simply leaving it as was
for the other visitor to see. He knew who they were and got a small kick out of
the idea of leaving it. Of creating that scent, leaving it meant that he knew what
that special smell of sex between them would smell like.

It was disgusting. Totally repulsive, and
his upper class breeding was screaming at him to make it �presentable.� But
still, he left the couch as it was � he left the smell to fill the room. In
days, weeks, months, some unpredictable time in the future, the other visitor
would drop in and maybe he would see what it was that Draco saw. Power, and
lust, and that something that no one else had, but, that they did.

�Nox� he murmured
at the candle. He was much happier now, leaving, then when he had entered.

That�s
all. Finished. �nox�
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