Forbidden | By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Forbidden
Author: Minks
Summary: A curse gone wrong causes Draco and Harry to come to an agreement, with hot, sweaty results.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Author’s notes: This is going to be a long, bumpy ride, guys...mostly porn with an attempt at plot. I’ll try to make it good for you. This is my first attempt at slash, so feedback is very much appreciated. Please, please, please??
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the world in which they live...I just like to think pervy thoughts about them. I am not making any money from this fan fic, it’s purely for entertainment.
It had been a week since Harry Potter had returned to school for his seventh and final year, and so far it had been miserable. Ron and Hermione had announced on the Hogwarts Express that they had officially started dating, and the entire school was still talking about how surprised they’d been that she had chosen Ron instead of Harry. In the days that followed, the gossip was fueled further by the fact Harry kept moping around, avoiding his two best friends as much as possible, and snapping at anyone who asked him if he was all right. Even Professors McGonagall and Snape discussed his obvious jealousy - she with concern, he with relish - over coffee every morning in the Great Hall.
While most of Hogwarts felt rather sorry for Harry and his apparent heartbreak, Draco Malfoy couldn’t have been happier. It was an extraordinary pleasure for Malfoy to watch as dark circles appeared under Potter’s eyes, and his messy, black hair and ill-fitting clothing became even more hopelessly disheveled. He grinned when Potter was unable to eat more than a bite of food before leaving the Gryffindor table to get away from the cooing pair beside him. Classes were especially amusing for Malfoy, since he was sure to get a glimpse of Potter’s haggard and vacant expression, and more often than not, witness the loss of Gryffindor house points when Potter was called out of his daydreams to answer a question he hadn’t heard.
Malfoy found it incredible that the stupid git could suffer so much over the loss of that ugly Mudblood, and he mentioned that fact to anyone who would listen. It was delightful, seeing Potter in such a state. What tainted the sweetness of Malfoy’s bliss, however, was the satisfaction and pride he kept seeing on the fucking Weasel’s freckled face. Weasley was practically walking on air now that he was getting shagged on a regular basis, and it made Malfoy sick to see him looking in such high spirits. “If only Potter and the Weasel could be miserable at the same time,” Draco said to Blaise Zabini one morning, “life would be perfect.”
It was this thought that triggered Malfoy’s memory of the spell book his father had given him over the summer holidays. In it was a curse that Draco’s grandfather, Antoine, had used in his youth to revenge himself on an enemy, and Draco was dying to try it out on someone. How marvelous if it could be St. Potter himself. Malfoy dug the book out of his trunk that night and read the spell to Blaise, his predatory smile growing larger by the second.
“The Curse of the Forbidden Fruit, also known as the Curse of Unbidden Lust,” he drawled, “causes one to lose the ability to prevent oneself from acting on the lustful impulses one feels for a forbidden love. The secondary part of the curse causes the afflicted one to impart a reciprocal version of the curse to the one he or she desires, thereby forcing the lusted after party to desire the accursed one in return. The curse allows both victims to retain their understanding of right and wrong, but they are unable to prevent themselves from giving in to their passion. This has been shown to result in madness for both parties.”
“Brilliant,” Zabini said, with a chuckle. “Potter is forced to act on his feelings for the Mudblood, and then she’s forced to fall for him. The Weasel gets shafted by his whore and his best mate, and Potter feels like a first class arsehole because he knows what he’s doing is wrong and that would be going against everything a Gryffindor like him believes in. Honor, loyalty, and all that other horse shit. It’s too good.”
“I know,” Draco said, his eyes flashing silver with excitement. "My grandfather used it to get an enemy to seduce his own sister. Father said it drove them both mad and they killed themselves over the shame.”
“Hope that happens to Potter and the Mudblood,” Zabini said, fervently.
“I’d better start practicing the incantation, since the secondary curse complicates things a bit,” Malfoy said, peering at the book, “It says here to practice...What? A full moon’s cycle? No sodding way I’m waiting that long. I’ll practice this weekend, but that’s it. I’m casting this spell on Monday.”
Harry sat in blessed silence behind a statue of Dillinger the Daring, finally away from all those sympathetic murmurs, pitying glances, and worst of all, offers of “a good shag to take his mind off things.” He sighed heavily. How could anyone think he was anything but happy for Ron and Hermione? He was thrilled they’d finally admitted their feelings for each other. They deserved each other, they were perfect together. He knew all this, yet he couldn’t help feeling miserable and left out. Seeing Ron and Hermione together made him realize how far he was from finding the same kind of happiness.
It was killing Harry to keep this secret inside him. He felt like a liar and a coward, a pretender. Shouldn’t his Gryffindor qualities have kicked in by now and given him the strength to admit the truth about himself? Would it really be that bad to tell everyone his secret? He argued with himself that it didn’t matter what other people thought, but then he would remember the Dursleys’ opinion on the matter and become afraid again.
Filthy fucking faggots. That’s what Uncle Vernon had called those popular football players who had announced to the world that they were gay and were starting a life together. Sodomites. Sick fucks. Aunt Petunia had nodded mutely in a stricken fashion, shocked that a respectable television set like hers could be subjected to such muck. Dudley had put in that they should be taken out and shot, which earned him a hearty thump on the back from his proud father.
What if Harry’s friends felt the same way? What if Ron and Hermione were disgusted and never spoke to him again? What if Neville, Dean, and Seamus wanted him kicked out of their dormitory? What if Hagrid was revolted and didn’t want him visiting his hut anymore? He could never admit the truth to his friends if it meant losing them.
In fact, Harry wasn’t even sure he’d admitted it to himself. Maybe it was all in his head...teenage confusion. He had liked Cho, hadn’t he? Yes, but that had ended in disaster, and he hadn’t had a single date since then.
And then of course there were the dreams. They were what had tipped Harry off in the first place. He would wake every morning, soaked with sweat and trembling all over, his pajamas sticky with the evidence of his erotic nocturnal fantasies. Pale, creamy skin. Soft, pillowy mouth. Warm, velvet tongue. Thick cock sliding in and out of his arse or his mouth, or clutched in his fist...and then, the most disturbing thing of all. Silver eyes, glazed in lust, and the name Draco on his lips.
Harry whimpered in shame and covered his face with his hands, as he realized that his cock was painfully hard inside his pants. “Why does it have to be him?” he whispered to himself brokenly. A vision of a naked Malfoy with his back arched enticingly flashed behind Harry’s closed eyes, and his cock twitched, begging for attention. At times like this Harry was tempted to seek release, but he was reluctant to wank to the image of his supposed enemy. Consequently, all Harry’s pleasures were found at night, in his dreams, while in the day time he quietly distanced himself from everyone else in order to protect his secret.
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