H/D Non-Con Fic NC-17 SPOILERS
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bottom_dracoTITLE: We All Fall Down
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, the lovely J.K.R. does.
Author’s Note: This was inspired by this pic. But I think the situation is rather different than what the artist originally intended.
Summary: Draco gets caught trying to spy at Headquarters. HBP-compliant.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, anal, violence, swearing, spoilers, PWP
We All Fall Down
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The dark hallways of Number 12 Grimmauld Place were the perfect kind for snooping about unnoticed. He was even going to attempt to listen in on the meeting downstairs in the kitchen; no, he was going to look through the library, studies, and bedrooms for the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix. He had thought of everything, or so he thought, dark clothes for blending into the shadows, a hooded cape to cover his silvery hair, and a silencing charm on his feet.
In theory he should have been able to walk completely unnoticed through the halls of the manor house as long as he stuck to the shadowy walls. Unfortunately, theories often prove to be different when real variables are put into play. The first being the Mudblood’s mangy cat hissing at him. The second being the bloody boy wonder himself, bloody Harry Potter, coming out of a restroom just down the hall. The cloaked blond nearly wet himself as he realized that firstly, he was caught, and secondly, he was screwed...well, okay, maybe not yet.
The blond prayed that by some miracle of the divine Slytherin that Potter hadn’t heard the cat or seen the blond, who had flattened himself into the shadows as well as he could. But Murphy really must hate blonds, as the dark wizard belatedly remembered his allergy to feline dander and the fact that there was a particularly big and shedding feline not a foot away from him kicking up dust. Needless to say, he sneezed, with a big, “Aaaa-SHIT!”
Of course, the curse on the end could have easily ended up being a “Chuu”, but because of the fact that he realized his situation, it turned into a curse. Harry Potter’s eyes went from hissing cat and followed black cloak all the way up to cloaked head. His eyes narrowed as he stalked forward. The blond cursed his horrible luck and decided to run. He didn’t get much further than tripping over the cat before he found himself on his stomach; he quickly rolled over, deciding that if he was going to die, he was going to look death in the eye with honor. He hadn’t realized that the cloak was off until he turned over.
Harry Potter looked directly into the eyes of blond Death Eater Draco Malfoy whose cloak was loosely held in his hand. Draco looked up like a frightened beast when he spotted his cloak in the hand of a person that wanted him dead.
The punch landed right in his jaw, the blond, not expecting pain bit his tongue as he tried to yelp from the pain while attempting to make sure his jaw wasn’t broke. Blood trickled from between his lips as the dark haired wizard leaned over him, fist raised to deliver another blow. He looked in the eyes of his attacker, accepting his fate. Another punch caught him in the mouth and he was sure it chipped a tooth. He growled and drew his wand, only to have his wrist broken by the strong wizard above him.
For the first time since accepting this bloody suicide mission he felt fear well up in him. He tried to throw a punch with his other arm, but his leverage was off and ended up ruffling Potter’s hair a bit, rather than giving him a good bruise in the cheek. That earned Draco a loud slap across the face.
Potter leaned down, his face millimeters from Draco’s ear and whispered, “Now that you’ve been here, you can never leave,” before viciously biting the ear. Draco screamed, his back arching in an attempt to get his ear away from vampiric teeth. He was shocked stupid, though, when he arched right into Potter’s obvious and quite sizable erection.
Draco’s eyes widened and his fear doubled. He would have been fine being beaten and held prisoner, but not that...anything but that. “No, please, no,” he whispered hoarsely, chocking on a sob.
“Yes,” Potter hissed nearly lapsing into Parseltongue. Draco shivered as the hiss unwilling caused the natural response of his body.
Tears came unabated down his cheeks as the hand that had been punching him earlier started to trace, with sharp fingernails that left pink welts, down his chest, buttons popping loose on his robe with little more than a flick. Potter smirked above him when he realized that Draco didn’t were anything under his robe but a pair of briefs, which Potter quickly divested the blond of. Draco shivered, naked and exposed, beneath the savior of the Wizarding World who seemed intent on raping him. His body refused to listen to his mind and was responding like a virgin to the stimulus Potter gave it. Whimpers of pain, arousal, and fear flowed out of the blond faster than the blood flowed from his bitten ear and his busted lips.
Potter savagely bent down and kissed the blond, bruising already busted lips more. His mind broke away from the sensations, thoughts running through his head like, ‘Since when is Potter gay?’ or ‘Why didn’t anyone hear him?’ He spent more time thinking on the latter than the former, as he had no idea whether Potter was actually gay or was using him as a fuck toy since Weaslette probably didn’t put out.
His thoughts on the latter were a lot more introspective. He knew he was the enemy to these people, he had helped kill their beloved leader, but he knew from Snape, who had given him the address to Headquarters when it became apparent that this mission was to be his last chance mission (get into the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, find information on members, plans, and try to get that damned prophecy in it’s entirety), that there were at least three aurors in the Order. He knew that Mad-Eye Moody was in the Order, that Senior Auror Shaklebolt was in the Order, and his half-blood cousin Nymphadora Tonks was an auror and in the Order.
Yes, he was the enemy, he knew this; he had this fact drilled in his head every time he kissed the Dark Lord’s robes. But, even as the enemy, wouldn’t they rather catch him, try him, and send him to Azkaban? He could figure it to be a--he screamed as a slick finger entered him. His mind focused again on Potter and he tried to struggle.
“Thought you could escape into your own mind, my little, and I do mean little, inbred Death Eater?” Potter whispered into the other ear before giving it the treatment the other had. Draco focused on what was happening around him. First of all, he noticed he had been moved into what appeared to be a bedroom, though he was not on either of the two beds in the room, but the floor. Second, Potter had gotten dressed. When had he done this? How had he managed without him running? Did he subtly cast a Body Bind on him? His thoughts were distracted by a jerk of Potter’s finger that brushed along a spot in him that sent thrills of pleasure along all of his nerve endings, stiffening his cock to full erection, as opposed to the half-erection he had previously.
He felt extremely guilty; he was getting off on this...this...this rape. His back arched as a second finger entered and promptly began scissoring. He should be glad that at least Potter was stretching him rather than entering without it. He had heard horror stories from Death Eaters who had entered others without stretching, not that to them it had been horror, but that was one thing Draco refused to do, rape another. To him sex was a semi-sacred thing to do between two lovers, whether male-female, female-female, or male-male, he didn’t care. And now, one of his worst fears was being realized.
A third finger entered and Draco steeled himself against the assault that he was sure was coming and cumming...well the latter later than the former, he was sure. He secretly hoped that Potter had a problem with premature ejaculation, but he knew that the way the fates seemed to hate him that night, it was extremely unlikely. The way the fates hated him that night, Potter was sure to be one of those people who could make it last and last and last and then cum bucket loads.
His mind seemed to finally catch up with his thoughts and he groaned. Potter seemed to think that was a good sign because he pulled his fingers free from Draco’s ass and positioned himself. He hoped that Potter lubed, but that was only for his own comfort, so he could pretend at a later date that he had been willing and it was someone other than Potter.
Potter entered in one smooth thrust, burying himself half way in before stilling. Draco screamed louder and with a higher pitch than any girl he had ever heard. Potter inched farther in until he was buried balls deep within Draco, and Potter couldn’t be small, he had to be a giant in the dick department. “Soooo tight,” the dark haired wizard hissed in that voice, that Draco thought might be Potter’s bedroom voice, that sounded like he was about to lapse into Parseltongue. He moved out and pushed back in with slow long smooth strokes. Draco could almost believe, if he closed his eyes, that it was someone he loved moving in and out of him.
Potter had no problems making it last, in fact, he seemed to have more problems getting off in a timely fashioned, as Draco heard the knock on the door. “Harry?” it was Mrs. Weasel, “are you alright, dear?”
Potter stilled and softly cursed, taking a deep breath, he managed to say, in a completely normal voice, “Yeah, I’m just getting changed, I splashed myself in the restroom; I’ll be back down in a couple of minutes.”
“Okay, I was just worried, you’re taking so long,” she said, the sounds of footsteps going down the hallway faded and Potter started moving again, but not before he cast an unidentifiable spell at the door. It was minutes later when Potter seemed to let himself cum, only after making Draco come by fisting his cock.
Potter smirked as Draco’s stomach was coated in his own cum and Draco obviously rued the fact. Potter pulled out and then waved his wand, saying another spell that Draco didn’t recognize before standing up. Draco tried to move, now that Potter was off of him, only to find that he couldn’t move, at least not without pain equitable to the cruciatus.
Potter smirked again as he waved his wand at himself, cleaning the cum, sweat, and smell of sex off of him. “I think we shall do that again, Malfoy,” and than he left Draco to sit in the sticky mess with tears falling down his face.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, the lovely J.K.R. does.
Author’s Note: This was inspired by this pic. But I think the situation is rather different than what the artist originally intended.
Summary: Draco gets caught trying to spy at Headquarters. HBP-compliant.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, anal, violence, swearing, spoilers, PWP
__________________________________________________
The dark hallways of Number 12 Grimmauld Place were the perfect kind for snooping about unnoticed. He was even going to attempt to listen in on the meeting downstairs in the kitchen; no, he was going to look through the library, studies, and bedrooms for the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix. He had thought of everything, or so he thought, dark clothes for blending into the shadows, a hooded cape to cover his silvery hair, and a silencing charm on his feet.
In theory he should have been able to walk completely unnoticed through the halls of the manor house as long as he stuck to the shadowy walls. Unfortunately, theories often prove to be different when real variables are put into play. The first being the Mudblood’s mangy cat hissing at him. The second being the bloody boy wonder himself, bloody Harry Potter, coming out of a restroom just down the hall. The cloaked blond nearly wet himself as he realized that firstly, he was caught, and secondly, he was screwed...well, okay, maybe not yet.
The blond prayed that by some miracle of the divine Slytherin that Potter hadn’t heard the cat or seen the blond, who had flattened himself into the shadows as well as he could. But Murphy really must hate blonds, as the dark wizard belatedly remembered his allergy to feline dander and the fact that there was a particularly big and shedding feline not a foot away from him kicking up dust. Needless to say, he sneezed, with a big, “Aaaa-SHIT!”
Of course, the curse on the end could have easily ended up being a “Chuu”, but because of the fact that he realized his situation, it turned into a curse. Harry Potter’s eyes went from hissing cat and followed black cloak all the way up to cloaked head. His eyes narrowed as he stalked forward. The blond cursed his horrible luck and decided to run. He didn’t get much further than tripping over the cat before he found himself on his stomach; he quickly rolled over, deciding that if he was going to die, he was going to look death in the eye with honor. He hadn’t realized that the cloak was off until he turned over.
Harry Potter looked directly into the eyes of blond Death Eater Draco Malfoy whose cloak was loosely held in his hand. Draco looked up like a frightened beast when he spotted his cloak in the hand of a person that wanted him dead.
The punch landed right in his jaw, the blond, not expecting pain bit his tongue as he tried to yelp from the pain while attempting to make sure his jaw wasn’t broke. Blood trickled from between his lips as the dark haired wizard leaned over him, fist raised to deliver another blow. He looked in the eyes of his attacker, accepting his fate. Another punch caught him in the mouth and he was sure it chipped a tooth. He growled and drew his wand, only to have his wrist broken by the strong wizard above him.
For the first time since accepting this bloody suicide mission he felt fear well up in him. He tried to throw a punch with his other arm, but his leverage was off and ended up ruffling Potter’s hair a bit, rather than giving him a good bruise in the cheek. That earned Draco a loud slap across the face.
Potter leaned down, his face millimeters from Draco’s ear and whispered, “Now that you’ve been here, you can never leave,” before viciously biting the ear. Draco screamed, his back arching in an attempt to get his ear away from vampiric teeth. He was shocked stupid, though, when he arched right into Potter’s obvious and quite sizable erection.
Draco’s eyes widened and his fear doubled. He would have been fine being beaten and held prisoner, but not that...anything but that. “No, please, no,” he whispered hoarsely, chocking on a sob.
“Yes,” Potter hissed nearly lapsing into Parseltongue. Draco shivered as the hiss unwilling caused the natural response of his body.
Tears came unabated down his cheeks as the hand that had been punching him earlier started to trace, with sharp fingernails that left pink welts, down his chest, buttons popping loose on his robe with little more than a flick. Potter smirked above him when he realized that Draco didn’t were anything under his robe but a pair of briefs, which Potter quickly divested the blond of. Draco shivered, naked and exposed, beneath the savior of the Wizarding World who seemed intent on raping him. His body refused to listen to his mind and was responding like a virgin to the stimulus Potter gave it. Whimpers of pain, arousal, and fear flowed out of the blond faster than the blood flowed from his bitten ear and his busted lips.
Potter savagely bent down and kissed the blond, bruising already busted lips more. His mind broke away from the sensations, thoughts running through his head like, ‘Since when is Potter gay?’ or ‘Why didn’t anyone hear him?’ He spent more time thinking on the latter than the former, as he had no idea whether Potter was actually gay or was using him as a fuck toy since Weaslette probably didn’t put out.
His thoughts on the latter were a lot more introspective. He knew he was the enemy to these people, he had helped kill their beloved leader, but he knew from Snape, who had given him the address to Headquarters when it became apparent that this mission was to be his last chance mission (get into the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, find information on members, plans, and try to get that damned prophecy in it’s entirety), that there were at least three aurors in the Order. He knew that Mad-Eye Moody was in the Order, that Senior Auror Shaklebolt was in the Order, and his half-blood cousin Nymphadora Tonks was an auror and in the Order.
Yes, he was the enemy, he knew this; he had this fact drilled in his head every time he kissed the Dark Lord’s robes. But, even as the enemy, wouldn’t they rather catch him, try him, and send him to Azkaban? He could figure it to be a--he screamed as a slick finger entered him. His mind focused again on Potter and he tried to struggle.
“Thought you could escape into your own mind, my little, and I do mean little, inbred Death Eater?” Potter whispered into the other ear before giving it the treatment the other had. Draco focused on what was happening around him. First of all, he noticed he had been moved into what appeared to be a bedroom, though he was not on either of the two beds in the room, but the floor. Second, Potter had gotten dressed. When had he done this? How had he managed without him running? Did he subtly cast a Body Bind on him? His thoughts were distracted by a jerk of Potter’s finger that brushed along a spot in him that sent thrills of pleasure along all of his nerve endings, stiffening his cock to full erection, as opposed to the half-erection he had previously.
He felt extremely guilty; he was getting off on this...this...this rape. His back arched as a second finger entered and promptly began scissoring. He should be glad that at least Potter was stretching him rather than entering without it. He had heard horror stories from Death Eaters who had entered others without stretching, not that to them it had been horror, but that was one thing Draco refused to do, rape another. To him sex was a semi-sacred thing to do between two lovers, whether male-female, female-female, or male-male, he didn’t care. And now, one of his worst fears was being realized.
A third finger entered and Draco steeled himself against the assault that he was sure was coming and cumming...well the latter later than the former, he was sure. He secretly hoped that Potter had a problem with premature ejaculation, but he knew that the way the fates seemed to hate him that night, it was extremely unlikely. The way the fates hated him that night, Potter was sure to be one of those people who could make it last and last and last and then cum bucket loads.
His mind seemed to finally catch up with his thoughts and he groaned. Potter seemed to think that was a good sign because he pulled his fingers free from Draco’s ass and positioned himself. He hoped that Potter lubed, but that was only for his own comfort, so he could pretend at a later date that he had been willing and it was someone other than Potter.
Potter entered in one smooth thrust, burying himself half way in before stilling. Draco screamed louder and with a higher pitch than any girl he had ever heard. Potter inched farther in until he was buried balls deep within Draco, and Potter couldn’t be small, he had to be a giant in the dick department. “Soooo tight,” the dark haired wizard hissed in that voice, that Draco thought might be Potter’s bedroom voice, that sounded like he was about to lapse into Parseltongue. He moved out and pushed back in with slow long smooth strokes. Draco could almost believe, if he closed his eyes, that it was someone he loved moving in and out of him.
Potter had no problems making it last, in fact, he seemed to have more problems getting off in a timely fashioned, as Draco heard the knock on the door. “Harry?” it was Mrs. Weasel, “are you alright, dear?”
Potter stilled and softly cursed, taking a deep breath, he managed to say, in a completely normal voice, “Yeah, I’m just getting changed, I splashed myself in the restroom; I’ll be back down in a couple of minutes.”
“Okay, I was just worried, you’re taking so long,” she said, the sounds of footsteps going down the hallway faded and Potter started moving again, but not before he cast an unidentifiable spell at the door. It was minutes later when Potter seemed to let himself cum, only after making Draco come by fisting his cock.
Potter smirked as Draco’s stomach was coated in his own cum and Draco obviously rued the fact. Potter pulled out and then waved his wand, saying another spell that Draco didn’t recognize before standing up. Draco tried to move, now that Potter was off of him, only to find that he couldn’t move, at least not without pain equitable to the cruciatus.
Potter smirked again as he waved his wand at himself, cleaning the cum, sweat, and smell of sex off of him. “I think we shall do that again, Malfoy,” and than he left Draco to sit in the sticky mess with tears falling down his face.
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Date: 2007-01-24 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-24 01:21 pm (UTC)Anyways, you are welcome, firstly, I'm glad I could help someone who had a bad day (and I got a nice review out of it, so ^_^)
I know, I tortured Draco, and as for continuation, there is a multi-chapter story using this fic (with a few minor revisions, as some of the history would be put in chapter 1 or 2, this would probably be chapter 3) currently swimming about my head. I may write it, but I have a bad habit of starting multi-chapter fics and not finishing them in a timely fashion.
*huff*
Date: 2007-01-24 09:11 pm (UTC)*fans herself*
disturbing, dirty, delicious, delinquent, demoralizing devilry
I could go on for a while
but I think you get it
That was a wonderful piece of work
Re: *huff*
Date: 2007-01-25 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-02 09:48 pm (UTC)Searched for awhile, finally find one non-con Harry doing Draco that satisfied my sick perverted mind right now.
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Date: 2008-05-03 12:56 am (UTC)