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Possession	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This was originally a birthday fic for winter_poem on lj. :)

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It has been an hour and still the normally occupied seat at the Slytherin table is empty. An entire hour. Malfoy wouldn't still be waiting, which means he's elsewhere. Probably with someone new.

Harry's chest clenches.

Ron's at his side, laughing, so Harry smiles as if he understands the joke. The food on his plate is being moved around energetically to provide the illusion of eating. Every once in a while he'll bring a small bite to his lips, but it tastes like ash in his mouth so he doesn't do it often.

He knows the rules, if he doesn't show up even once then this whole thing between them is off; and Malfoy will happily find someone else. Harry has finally made this decision, and it's the right one. He has made it because sleeping with Malfoy has to stop, it's destroying him inside and out, and he can't stand the person he's becoming. Since he can't seem to say no to Malfoy in person, he's decided it best to push for Malfoy being the one to end it.

Yes, it's running away. Love has made a coward out of him, but after each encounter he feels increasingly empty inside, and it has to stop.

He's sick of the way Malfoy stands there looking bored as they take their clothes off, or how he turns around, not looking once when Harry's own eyes are devouring every inch they can get. He's disgusted by how he allows himself to be pushed down and bent over the desk in the deserted classroom by Ravenclaw towers. He's tired of the way Malfoy fires off the spells quickly, wasting no time before pushing his way into a barely ready Harry, pounding into him until Harry's world blurs in pleasure. And most of all he hates that he aches so desperately for every moment of it.

Ron's laughing again, and Harry's still smiling, feeling the strain in the corners of his mouth but trying not to show it. Hermione's smile towards him seems sad, but it's only his imagination because there's no way she knows, no one knows.

Is Malfoy with someone right now?

As soon as dinner is over he's on his feet, and parting with his friends. He's not sure what he's said, but it must have been convincing because a moment later he finds that he's by himself as he walks. Without his consent, his feet have taken him to their classroom, and his hand has pushed open the door.

It's empty. Of course it's empty, but a part of him...

It didn't matter. It's the way things are.

Half way down the hall he spots a figure at the end and he knows right away who it is. For the briefest moment panic prickles his chest. If Malfoy is bringing someone else here — but no, the figure is most decidedly alone, and air returns to his lungs. Suddenly feeling foolish for coming here, Harry tilts his head down, but decides that's too submissive and moves to stare at the wall instead. That remains his focus as he makes his way back, his goal being to pass Malfoy without incident.

The hand at the collar of his shirt isn't all that surprising, but the harshness of the tug forces him to stumble forward. The disorientation doesn't last long, his feet find stability immediately, but when he looks up into stormy gray eyes his head spins and his chest clenches.

"Where were you?" Malfoy growls, his hand still gripping Harry's collar as he leads him back down the hall, like a pet on a leash. There's not much fight in Harry as he follows, because his body is already igniting with the familiar scent of Malfoy so close to him.

Harry's shoved into the classroom as the door slams behind them. He clenches his jaw as he looks over his shoulder, meeting the sight of Malfoy glaring daggers at him.

"Look," he starts his quickly forming argument, but it's gone the second Malfoy's finger hooks in the knot of his Slytherin tie, loosing it. A phantom feeling of those pale fingers digging into his hips assaults him, and then a strong clench of arousal squeezes his abdomen.

"I'm not...,” he mumbles while his eyes follow the fingers in their hasty unbuttoning and tugging open of the shirt.

Malfoy's lip curls up as his eyes narrow into hateful slits.

"Strip," he commands, and Harry's traitorous body wants to comply, but he clenches his fist and tears his eyes away.

Scowling, Malfoy steps forward, his undone shirt slipping open more. "Fine, I'll strip you."

Harry's brain melts and pools out of his head. This isn't something he expected, and he has no defense against it — not that he ever has any defenses against Malfoy. He grips shapely shoulders, holding on for dear life as he feels the fingers unbuttoning his shirt, pale skin dragging slowly over his chest.

Head still hazy, he nearly falls over as he's spun around suddenly, arms going out to brace himself against the stone wall he's being pushed into. It's still within his power to end this, knock Malfoy away and storm out the door, but now he's painfully hard and his head's a mess and he just plan doesn't want to.

He's lost all self control, and in turn, all self respect.

He doesn't care because Draco has pressed himself behind Harry, hands reaching around to impatiently undo his belt. Closing his eyes, all Harry can hear is his heartbeat drumming in his ears. The moment a hand firmly grips his leaking cock, pulling and squeezing white dots erupt behind his eyelids. His fingers grip the stones painfully, feeling the grit cutting his flesh, and he might be groaning and moaning and mewing, but everything is so mind-blowing he can't even be sure.

The slide of flesh against his stiffened member makes his toes curl and his abs flex. His back trembles at the feel of the warm body pressed so intimately against it; and Malfoy's pants are still on which is so ridiculous because it's never been like this before.

"From now on, make me your number one priority." Malfoy's breath is hot in his ear.

A tremor passes through Harry, fueled by hope, but it's crushed by Malfoy's next words.

"I own you, Potter. You're mine."

A possession to be owned, a toy to be taken out and play with a few times until it's no longer entertaining — that's all he'll ever be to Malfoy and he hates it.

But then the word is repeated again and again.

"Mine mine mine mine mine."

Draco's voice is cracking.

"No one else's, mine."

The hand on his cock is squeezing too hard, but Harry's world suddenly explodes, and all he can feel is the most intense pleasure as his body quakes violently.

It seems like years before his mind starts to clear, but his heartbeat can't slow because Draco's hands are shaking as they clutch his chest, the breath against his neck shuttering with every exhale.

"Get it," Malfoy says harshly. "You get it, right?"

The pressure on Harry's chest, something that has been there so long he stopped noticing it, disappears, making him feel as if he can float away. Something has shifted in both of them, and it's the first time Harry can see it clearly.

Words form in his mind, words he's been fighting until now. Still, it’s too soon to say them, so instead he leans back into Draco's body, relaxing.

"I get it."

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