The Hunted becomes the Hunter | By : Dracoluvah Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Draco remained in bed all morning. His injuries from the night before had hurt him so much that he skipped all of his morning classes. He knew that he would have to force himself to go to double potions with Snape, or he would suffer a fate worse than his current state. But until then, he would plot his revenge.
Somehow Draco had remained seated for the entire length of Snape's lecture. Why had the head of Slytherin house chosen today of all days to droll on and on. Ten minutes left and the Malfoy heir could drag his sorry arse back to his quarters. Ten more minutes to lay the ground work for Potter's payback. With a flick of his wand, he sent a note flying straight into the hands of the Gryffindor golden boy. Harry took the parchment, unfolded the note, and tried to focus upon the words.
"Mr. Potter, I am sorry that you are not finding my lecture captivating. Let's see what could possibly be more important then a passing grade in potions. Accio," Snape spat as he took the note from Harry and read it silently to himself. Draco, I desperately need your help. I can't get Snape out of my mind. I need to see him. I need to be near him. Any help you can provide and I would be in your debt. Harry.
"The fact that you have to draft perverse notes to occupy your time has just earned you a week's worth of detentions with me. Starting tonight." With that Snape turned on his heel to exit the classroom, with a wave of his arm, "Class dismissed."
Harry bolted upright, lunging at the snickering blonde, "What the hell did you write Malfoy!"
Draco was laughing hysterically. Revenge was sweet indeed.
~*~*~*
Draco was in no rush to torture scar-head. It wouldn't be much fun for this to end too early. Draco was going to make Potter pay. Draco was going to get the pleasure that was denied to him last night. He was in the corner of the potions class, with the Invisibility cloak on.
Harry was seated at a desk in the potions classroom, once again serving a detention for something that Malfoy had done. The blonde haired prat had made a habbit of getting Harry into trouble. It was such a fun and easy thing to do!
"Mr. Potter," Snape paused for effect. "I'm flattered that you want my company so despirately. But may I remind you that passing notes in class is not necessarily the way to procure my fellowship." Oh, Snape is brilliant! Malfoy thought. This is perfect! "So Mr. Potter, you are to sit here, alone, as I will not give you the privilege of my company. There is a spell in place making sure that you stay in this room. I will be back in a few hours." Snape exited dramatically, black robes billowing behind him.
He was alone. Alone in the dank potions classroom, or so the rightous Griffindor thought. Without sound, Malfoy crept up behind behind Harry. "I hope you didn't forget that it is my turn for some pleasure," Malfoy hissed into Harry's ear causing the boy to fall to the floor.
"Shit," a startled Potter replied.
Malfoy approached the brunette, kicking him across the floor. "Stand up, you fucking prick. I said stand up!" Harry instantly obeyed.
"Did you enjoy last night? Did you enjoy the power?" Malfoy was invisibly circling his prey. Circling Harry, stalking the frightened boy, taunting him. The hunted now becoming the hunter. "It made you hard. You got off on it." Harry couldn't tell exactly where Malfoy was, and not knowing the exact location of his punisher was unnerving.
"Disrobe," commanded the sinister voice. Harry hesitated. "I said disrobe!" Malfoy kicked the insolent boy across the floor. "Do ... not ... disobey," the Slytherin hissed, again kicking Harry across the room.
Harry removed his clothing. "If you think you're so tough, why are you hiding under my invisibility cloak," challenged the boy-who-lived.
"How dare you challenge me, you half blood." Draco threw the borrowed cloak to the floor. Clenching his wand, the blonde stalked over to the brunette. Their eyes locked, grey and green. "Is this better? Now you can see me. Now you can look at me as I inflict pain."
"Oh yes, you do like this better. Fucking getting a hard on Potter." Malfoy inched up to Harry. Grabbing his cock and tightening his grip, causing Harry to fall to his knees "it is not time for you to get excited. Crucio!" Harry writhed in pain. "Get. Up." Harry rose slowly. "Over to Snape's desk." Harry obeyed, shaking slightly. Draco licked Harry's neck, then bit into him, "You are absolutely delicious." Biting harder, drawing blood, licking it, loosing himself in the savory aphrodisiac. He then bent Harry over his housemaster's desk. "And now, for my turn." He took his unlubricated finger and slammed it into the exposed hole. A sharp intake of breath from the Gryffindor was heard. "This is nothing. Here's two fingers, now three. In and out, moving inside of you, getting you ready for my entrance, but not yet. Now I put my whole fist into you, having you take me all in. Hearing you scream, knowing you like it. Your breathing has changed, you like taking my first, clenching around it. Feeling your cock get hard again. I remove my fist. You whimper wanting more. But this isn't for your pleasure. It is for mine. My body, my cock, my pleasure, my fulfillment. The fulfillment that you denied me. I want to be fulfilled, I want to come inside you. I call upon the spell you derived so much pleasure from last night."
"No, please." panted Harry.
"Engorgio." Malfoy bit into Harry's back, drawing more blood. Watching the crimson red drip down the ivory flesh. Malfoy entered Harry. "You are so wet, your body so willing to take me. You pretend you don't like it, but I know better. Your muscles tightening around my throbbing prick. Your whimpers, your screams, even your voice is hot. Feeling my balls slamming up against you, your muscles massaging my cock, tightening around my cock, bringing me to climax." Draco released his claws from Harry's sides and back. Both boys collapsed onto the desk. "So what's on the menu for tomorrow," Draco breathing heavily. Harry looked at Draco with a mischievous grin, "Hm-mm ... wouldn't you like to know."
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