Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

'On The Edge'	By : Lilith08 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the fabulous J.K Rowling does. No money is being made from the writing, or publishing of this story, I’m just doing it for the kicks!

Chapter List
- 1-'On The Edge'
- 2-Chapter 2: Trials and tribulations
- 1
- 2
On The Edge

By Lilith

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the fabulous J.K Rowling does. No money is being made from the writing, or publishing of this story, I’m just doing it for the kicks!

Rating: NC-17. This is pretty dark, so heed the warnings: rape, non-con, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abuse, drug use, and most shocking of all- fluff!

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Snape/Draco (one-sided), Lucius/Draco (one-sided)

Author’s notes: So, this is the first work I’ve decided to do in a *long* time. Between Uni and working full time I’ve strayed from fanfiction, but hey-ho, here I am again. As I’ve explained, this is going to be pretty dark. If you don’t like that- don’t read it. It also has a strictly TOP Harry and a strictly BOTTOM Draco in it (because that’s how I like to read and write ‘em- And I hate unexpected Switching half way through a decent fic!) If you don’t like that- again, don’t read it. And thirdly, If you’ve ignored what I’ve wrote here and read it, and hated it, then decided to flame me, I’m just going to have to laugh at your stupidity! ^_^

Hope you all enjoy, and please leave some feedback- it’s like cookies for the ego!

Love, Lilith.

Chapter 1: Despair

It was Christmas day. The ground was blanketed in snow, and the sky was bloated and grey with the promise of more.

Draco Malfoy sat quietly, face pressed to the cool pane of his window, and watched, as the sky finally seemed to yield to the pressure building within it, and released more snowflakes.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there, in his little sanctuary in the Library, watching the snow. He knew he’d had lunch with his parents, and had opened a vast array of presents, but all that seemed past now. Sitting alone, with only the snow to focus his attentions on, he felt oddly disconnected from reality.

He felt safe.

His sanctuary was interrupted, however, as his father, ever Lord of the Manor, walked into the library and scanned it with his pale blue eyes. Upon finding what he was searching for, the tall man stalked over to the window.

“Draco, there are guests downstairs and I find you sitting here alone, brooding?”

Ripping his eyes away from the grounds outside, Draco quickly turned and faced his father, hoping that his surprise and terror didn’t register on his face. Malfoy’s were not supposed to show emotions.

“I’m sorry, Father. I fear I had a bit too much wine during dinner and didn’t want to embarrass myself, so I came here-”

“You had two goblets, Draco, hardly what I would call an excessive amount. Your lack of tolerance of fine wines is disgraceful.”

“I am sorry, Father”

Lucius’s pale eyes narrowed, and he extended his arm. At one click of his fingers, a house elf appeared almost instantly, it’s large eyes lowered to the ground in supplication.

“Go to the cellar and bring a bottle of French red and a goblet for my son and I”

After murmuring a quiet ‘Yes Sir’ the elf quickly vanished with a soft pop, leaving Lucius and his now terrified son alone once more.

“Why, Draco, you look positively terrified, does having a drink with your father scare you so much?”

“N-no, Father, not at all, it’s just… you know I don’t handle wine very well, and I’m quite tired-”

“All the more reason for you to have a bit of practice, Son. I can’t have you embarrassing me in front of the Minister of Magic, slumped and slurring like a barbarian now can I?”

Draco flinched as his father sat down next to him, and proceeded to conjure a table on which to place the wine and goblets. The Elf appeared again, brandishing a deep red bottle with a black label. Draco read the words, written in exquisite gold handwriting, on the label and looked at his father curiously.

“This is one of Grand-Father’s wines?”

“Yes, he left a vast collection, I thought a wine as good as this would be befitting of my son’s education in holding his liquor.”

Draco watched as the Elf carefully placed two golden goblets down on the table, before pouring them each a glass. Once his task was done, he was dismissed, and vanished with what could only be described as a relieved look on his face.

Draco looked longingly at the empty space the Elf had just occupied. God how he wished he could just vanish as well…

“Now” Lucius began as he held out one of the goblets to Draco, “I want you to drink all of this”

Draco accepted the goblet and raised it to his lips. The acrid scent of winter berries and the Smokey aroma of oak made his nose twitch in irritation. Noticing his father’s keen eyes on him, Draco hastily put the brim to his mouth and drank-

Only to splutter as the deep, intoxicating liquid seemed to burn down his throat and fill him with strangled warmth.

“Draco!” Lucius hissed, taking the goblet from Draco and placing it back on the table. “You can’t even handle a sip of wine?”

“I’m sorry, Father! I’ve never- that was really strong, I’m not used to it!” Draco flinched as his father’s hand found his head, and strong fingers gripped the base of his skull, sliding through his platinum strands of hair.

“You will finish this goblet, do you understand me?”

Draco could only nod, and open his mouth as the brim of the goblet was placed against his lips. This time, prepared for the intense taste, Draco quickly slowed the rest of the goblet down, swallowing rapidly as he felt a sour taste rise from his stomach into his mouth.

‘Oh god, I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’t be sick!’ Draco thought desperately, even as his father proceeded to pour him another goblet.

This goblet was easier to drink than the first. Draco swallowed it down mechanically, and slumped back in his seat as his father poured him his third goblet.

“How do you feel, Draco?”

“Tired. Dizzy. ” It was true; he found he could barely keep his eyes open. Wave after wave of warm lethargy swept over him. He found he quite liked it, this feeling of not- feeling. He felt numb, and opened his mouth obediently as his father pressed the goblet once more to his lips.

“That’s it, Draco. You see, you can be obedient when you want to be.” Lucius almost cooed the words, his eyes fixed on his son’s slack face like the eyes of a hawk on its prey.

After the third goblet was drained, and only a little was left in the bottle, Lucius poured himself some wine and drank it slowly, watching as his son appeared to be somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

Draco was quite a useless boy really. Not any good at keeping his emotions in check, not good at beating that disgraceful mudblood in classes, and most certainly not any good at drinking…

But he was beautiful. And Lucius did so love beautiful things.

Watching as the pale eyelashes trembled on the boy’s cheeks, Lucius quietly murmured a charm to lock the door to the library.

Draco stirred as he felt a hand, smooth and un-calloused, tilt his head. He blinked awake and gazed with unfocused eyes up into those of his father.

“Father?”

Lucius smiled, and trailed a finger down Draco’s nose, so like his own, to his lips.

“You know what I want from you, don’t you, Draco?”

Draco nodded, his head felt heavy as if he was under water. Maybe it would make what was going to happen bearable. If that was the case, Draco resolved to get intoxicated much more regularly in future.

Making no objections, Draco allowed himself to be pushed down onto the floor. He lay passively as his Father made short work of the fastenings of his trousers and pushed them off his hips, exposing his boxer-covered ass to the frigid air.

“Boxers, Draco. I do fear that muggle-loving school I’m sending you too is rubbing off on you”

Draco tried to say ‘Everyone wears them there’ but found his tongue was too thick in his mouth for him to talk. Instead he responded with a gasp as his boxers were yanked away, and pulled off with his trousers.

Almost instantly he felt the goose flesh rise on his skin and squirmed in discomfort as he heard the familiar sounds of his father un-doing his own trousers.

“Look at you, squirming on the floor like a whore desperate for it” Lucius mocked, summoning a cushion from the nearby couch and placing it under his son’s hips.

“Cold” Draco managed to gasp out as he felt his thighs being spread wider.

“I’m sure you will warm up soon” Lucius chuckled, pointing his wand at his immobile son. Draco lay still as he heard his father utter a lubrication charm. He felt his insides suddenly become slick.

His father lay down once again, blanketing his son’s body like snow covering the ground, and a hand snaked between the boy’s cheeks, searching for that sinful little hole only he had the privilege of using.

Unable to stop the yip of shock that burst from his mouth, Draco buried his face in the thick carpet as he felt two of his father’s fingers sink deep into his body. It burned still, but it seemed his body was growing accustomed to such treatment, as when a third finger was added, Draco could only exhale shakily as the dull pain turned into more of a discomfort.

Without any preamble, Lucius quickly withdrew his fingers and pressed down into his son, using one hand to guide his erection into the quivering hole.

Draco gritted his teeth and tensed, desperately trying to evade his father’s entrance into his body. This only seemed to anger the elder Malfoy, and Draco received a sharp slap to his ass in rebuke.

“Don’t tense up like that, boy. Take it like the little whore I know you are”

Whatever fight he had in him seemed to vanish at the lewd words, and Draco relaxed almost instantly, going lax in his father’s arms as the thick cock continued to push into him.

“That’s it, that’s it…” Lucius sighed, quickly easing all the way inside until his balls came to rest on his son’s arse. He stayed still for a moment, indulging in the glorious feeling of such heat and tightness around his cock. Draco, as always, felt delicious beneath him.

Aware that his presence downstairs would soon be noticed, Lucius picked up pace almost instantly, not giving the boy beneath him a chance to get used to the feeling of fullness of another inside him. Draco gasped as he felt a hand curl round his hip and raise his arse a little more so that the thrusts became deeper.

Unable to do anything but lie there as his father pounded into him insistently, Draco found his thoughts drifting back to the snow falling outside. What would it be like to just wonder out there? Keep walking through the snow and out of the wards of the Manor? Where we he end up? Would he just vanish, like the elf had?

“Whore” Lucius hissed out, his hips snapping in desperation as he approached his climax, unaware that he was, at this moment, only possessing his son’s body. Draco’s mind was elsewhere, in the snow outside, as his body was violated.

Gasping out his climax, Lucius pushed as far as he could, filling his son’s aching channel with his seed as he pumped desperately into it.

Draco lay quietly as his father’s thrusts slowed, and then eventually, stopped altogether. Draco felt his father pull out of him, and gasped shakily as he felt his aching hole clench and release. He felt the warmth of ejaculate and lubrication begin to trickle out of him, but he could not move, he could only lay still, looking the very picture of debauchery as his father’s seed slowly trickled down his thighs.

“ I suppose you are good for one thing, if not wine drinking” Lucius leered, as he looked down on his son, still spread out beneath him.

Lucius briskly pulled on his trousers and smoothed back his hair, while taking a moment to collect himself. It simply would not do to walk back into the drawing room with flushed cheeks and wild hair.

Composure in check, Lucius headed towards the door, and unlocked it. He spared one last glance back towards his son, who was only now struggling to sit up.

“Dress yourself and come back downstairs. I believe your mother will be wondering where you are”

Lucius left the room without another word, and Draco felt the water suddenly rise to his eyes.

He blinked rapidly, but it was no use, the tears kept filling his eyes until they spilled onto his cheeks and he found himself sobbing softly into his hands.

Outside the snow continued to fall, and Draco Malfoy knew nothing but despair.

A/N: Ooh I’m a bitch aren’t I? Heh, I do love angst! Keeping this first chapter short as I want to introduce Draco’s mind-set and scenario before the plot actually develops. I will want to see this story’s reaction before I post the second chapter (I am actually writing this from scratch and posting it chapter by chapter- it’s my preferred way of writing- keeps the imagination keen and on edge) so I am expecting some REVIEWS please, before I update the second chapter.

I really love reading feedback, and appreciate both positive feedback (Ok, so i LOVE positive feedback) and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism from whoever's reading this. So please do review and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading,

Love, Lilith.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

'On The Edge'