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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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Pairing: Draco
Malfoy x Harry Potter

Disclaimer: All rights belong to their
respective owners among which are J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury
Books, Warner Bros. and probably others. I am doing this for fun, not money.

Warning: NC-17, would eventually include MPreg, Slash (M/M), HJ, Rim, Oral, Anal, BDSM, D/s, Char. Death (at
least a few side characters will die, I am yet to decide on whether on not
there should be a happy-end). To make it absolutely clear, this story will
feature relationship and (explicit) sex between two males. If anyone is
offended by such themes, they should reconsider continuing further.

A/N: Hello, everyone, this is my first
attempt in Harry Potter fanfiction and only second
overall, so be forewarned that this might be a disaster no matter how much I
wish it to be otherwise. Also I should fairly say in advance that this will be
as cliché and soapy as they come. So if you are looking for something
terribly original, this is not the place to find it. Any feedback, including flames
is welcome. I am interested in your opinions. The chapters would probably be
short, but I'll do my best to update as often as I can.

PROLOGUE

Resolution

Nov 5th 1997, Wednesday

The Slytherin Common Room was packed with teenagers. Everyone
who had met their fifteenth birthday was there in a distant hope he or she
would be the current winner. None paid any attention to the tension or the
waves of anger and threat that emanated from one Draco
Malfoy. No. All they cared about was that their
uncrowned prince was angry and irritated and was bitching once again about his
archenemy � Harry Potter.

None of the
people around needed to guess what the reason for their leader's mood was. They
had all seen the tragic events that had led to that.

It was
November and thus it was the time of the annual Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Quidditch game and this
year it was once again a win for the damned lions. Merlin's beard! They had all
almost tasted the victory when their Seeker had for once been the first to
notice the Snitch. He had made a mad dash for the small golden orb and he had even had the advantage of being closer to it than the
annoying Boy Who Lived. But upon a whim of fate, or more like it, upon a whim
of the stupid Snitch, the winged ball had taken a sudden detour and flown
towards the Scarhead. Thus the game ended in a grim
defeat.

And now they
were all here in the Common Room hoping that they will at least be lucky enough
to be on the receiving side of Draco's anger
management technique.

It was common
knowledge that their Prince liked to fuck out his frustration and that, while
he had the reputation of one hell of a lover, he was even more impressive when
enraged. Some of the people who were present had never been honoured
to feel what that was, but almost every one of them had been a sex relief for
their Prince and was well aware that he knew how to make a girl or a boy squirm
in delight or pain or even both and still ask for more. There were only two
rules. The blond never slept with anyone younger than fifteen and he was the one
to call the shots. Everyone knew that Draco Malfoy might be with men and even more than one if he
desired so, but he NEVER bottomed.

Draco was so pissed off that he couldn't even put his
feelings into words. All he could think about was that he was never going to
get another chance to beat the Scarhead in Quidditch. If he had been sure he would have gotten away
with it he would have hexed the bloody Boy Who Lived's
balls off out there on the pitch while the Gryffindork
was boasting the damn Snitch for everyone to see. But he knew better than that.
He would find a way to get revenge. It had been one humiliation too many for Malfoy and he would make sure that in the end Potter would
end up even more humiliated than he felt now.

All through
dinner he had been forced to see and hear the bragging and posing of the stupid
Weasel in front of everyone within earshot. And what was even more infuriating
� the calm silent posture of his archenemy that simply shoved in his throat the
fact that it was almost rightful for Gryffindor to
win. He had to really make an effort to restrain himself from assaulting some
of them. He constantly reminded himself that revenge was a course best served
cold. And get his revenge he would.

Harry Potter
was also in his dorm, but he was currently lying in his bed. He was on his back
with hands under his head and stared at the canopy above him. He was restless.

All through
dinner he had been forced to listen to Ron�s proud demeanor about winning over
the Ferret for yet another year. It had been the same in the Gryffindor Common
room and the Boy Who Lived had excused himself early and gone to the 7^th-year-boys�
dorm room. He was happy that the only other occupant was Neville who was
silently minding his own business.

Harry knew
why he felt that way. The victory tasted bitter in his mouth. While on the Qudditch field he could not think as anything else other
than a player, now in his bed he knew that this was his worst memory of a game,
even counting the time he was defeated by Cedric Diggory.
This had not been a deserved triumph it had been merely luck and that was why
he couldn�t stand listening to his best friend�s rather biased and unjust
evaluation of the game and Malfoy�s inability to grab
the Snitch.

It didn�t
matter how strongly Harry felt against the Ferret, his own sense of justice
wouldn�t let him rejoice over the victory. He knew that back in their second
year Malfoy had his father buy him a place in the Slytherin Quidditch team, but his
rival had significantly improved over the years and was now a worthy opponent. Which was twice the reason for him to feel bad about catching the
Snitch. For once the blond had honestly deserved to triumph with the
victory.

The
Gryffindor turned sideways on his bed and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep
would make him forget the bad taste the game had left him with.

Sitting in
his armchair Draco let his mind go through all the
curses, hexes, potions and charms that he had stored in his head, but neither
fulfilled the two conditions he had set. To be tricky enough to have the bloody
Scarhead exposed and humiliated in front of the whole
school or even better the whole Wizarding world, and
to ensure that no one would be able to even suspect that it was his doing.

His head
started to throb and he could literally feel the anxiety brood in his blood and
he knew that he would need to fuck it off, so all he could do was comply to his bodily needs.

He stood up
from his chair closest to the fire. It was not really because that chair was more comfortable than the others. It
was just the one he had claimed as his and he had made it clear it was his
throne. No one was to sit there but him. The few who had attempted to even try
had been forced to spend some very uncomfortable days in the Medical Wing
hoping that the curse or hex they had been subjected to would not have
permanent effects.

Not bothering
to look around Draco just grabbed the two Slytherins closest to him and dragged them to his own room.
Merlin, he was glad to be given one as a Head Boy.

The two
quietly followed him as the others sighed in disappointment. It was entirely
unfair how those two got so lucky to get a taste of Malfoy's
anger management.

As soon as
the door closed behind them the three started to discard their clothes. The
girl, that Draco had not even bothered to look at to
know who she was, moved towards the bed where the irritated blond had sat and
fell to her knees. She knew better that to try to say a word. He would need to
come at least once before he was even slightly adequate enough to be able to
communicate. And before he started to really take part in the sexual
intercourse. But she knew it was worth it. Thank Salazar for the teenager's
endurance and recovery time.

Her hands
reached for the semi-hard member between Draco's
thighs and started to rub it gently, then she licked
it tentatively.

The boy got
on the bed behind his male lover and started to massage his back and shoulders.

Malfoy paid no attention to any of their ministrations. All
he thought about was Harry bloody Potter and how the prat
was going to get what he deserved. He
distantly felt his body respond to the treatment of his lovers but couldn't
bring himself to care. His mind was obsessed with finding the appropriate
revenge.

And then it
hit him. He knew what would be the perfect revenge that would make Saint Potter
regret the very day his parents had met for the first time. A smirk of absolute
delight adorned his face.

He could
finally relax and let his mind take part in the sexual act that would make him
get over his anger and anxiety.

Harry Potter
slept in his bed blissfully unaware that this time Draco
Malfoy was not letting things be.
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