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Fic: Snake Eyes
Title: Snake Eyes
Author: Cherusha
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry and Draco spend some time together. Dark-ish Harry. Post Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Bah!
Draco drew back the drapes to find Harry Potter sitting at the edge of the bed, one leg stretched along the edge while the other dangled over it. Even now, he could hardly believe that out of everyone in Wizarding England, the Savior of the Wizarding World had chosen him to be his lover. "Missed me?" He smirked.
"Come here." Harry reached for his hand, pulling Draco gently down onto the bed as Draco kicked off his shoes.
Lying flat on his back, Draco reached up to pull Harry's face down towards his. He drew up to press their lips together and then tugged and nipped at his lower lip while he slowly forced his tongue into Harry's warm mouth. As his eyes flickered up to Harry's own, he noticed that Harry wasn't concentrating at all in the kisses and in fact, his mind seemed to be elsewhere entirely.
Draco drew back, frowning deeply. "Something wrong, Harry?"
Harry quickly turned his eyes back to Draco, a little startled. But his expression melted away so quickly into one of warmth and love that Draco thought he must have imagined otherwise.
He reached down to brush pale, wispy strands from Draco's face and smiled so brilliantly that it took Draco's breath away. Stretching himself to lie full length alongside his lover, he propped himself up with his arm, gazing at Draco with a wicked grin.
Draco licked his lips a little anxiously. "What are you-"
"I want to try something," said Harry, his eyes danced mischieviously. "Will you do something, anything, if I ask you to?"
Draco was held in a trance by those magic green eyes. "What?" He asked shakily.
"Lie back down." Hand to chest, he pushed Draco back onto the pillow. "I want you to show me how much you've missed me," he whispered in his ear.
Draco moaned, and Harry gave a little chuckle. "Now, close your eyes. Touch your fingers to you lips, gently now. Pretend they're my lips. You've just had a restful nap, and now I'm kissing you awake.
"Wet your fingers a little - just the tips - that's it. Now, trail your fingers lightly to your chest. Pinch your nipples - DON'T unbutton - through the shirt, Draco. Good. Tug at them a little, too. Imagin me rolling your left nipple in between my fingers while biting down on the right one. My tongue is slashing back and forth furiously across the hardened tip."
Draco was moaning and writhing helplessly under his own touch. But it was the wild combination of Harry's voice, imagining Harry touching him, and the knowledge that Harry was watching him pleasure himself that threatened to send him completely over the edge. He desperately wanted to open his eyes, to see Harry's sweet face and beautiful eyes hovering above his.
"You like that, huh? Do you like what I'm doing to you, how I make you feel? I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, and you know it. But you can't help submitting to me, can you - don't you DARE open your eyes, Draco.
"Now, where was I? Unbutton your shirt, Draco, go on. Now, lightly trail your hand over your stomach. I start kissing and nuzzling your belly. I remember how sensitive your skin is there - right below your navel. I love this spot. So warm and soft and smooth beneath my touches. I could stay here all night, but do you think I should? I don't want to be labelled a tease, so I think I should move on. Is that all right with you?"
"I, oh, I-" But Draco couldn't even form a coherent thought at this point. All he knew was that he had never experienced anything so erotic in his life. His cock was straining painfully hard against his slacks, leaving a wet spot there.
Harry chuckled again. "I'll take that as a yes. Okay then Draco, let's take it to the next step. Go on and take of those trousers - do it slowly - your underwear too. Take it all off."
Draco could not get out of his trousers quickly enough. He struggled and fumbled and kicked until finally he was free from their constraints. The temperature difference felt wonderful and unbearable at the same time. He could barely restrain himself from touching his cock, but he knew he had to keep still or else Harry would stop.
"Mmm, spread your legs, Draco - that's right - and bring them to your chest. You look so beautiful like this Draco, exposing yourself to me. Your cock is hard against your belly and glistening at the tip. It looks so delicious, and I want to taste it. But first, I focus my attention elsewhere.
"Fondle your balls for me, and feel me licking and sucking at them. After running my tongue over them for a while, I trace my the tip of my tongue to the crack below, stroking over the pucker and then without warning, I stab quickly inside.
"You're so hot inside. Your scent is intoxicating, and its made sweeter by the fact that I know you are so completely mine."
Draco was sobbing uncontrollably, twisting his fingers inside himself. //Yes, I'm yours. I belong to you, only you...//
"You taste so good. I can tell that you'd do anything for release at this point. I want you to. I want to see you totally lose control, because of me. I want you to remember how I was the one that caused you to lose control, so I reach to stroke your cock, fisting it once, twice, and-"
And with a final sobbing cry, Draco came hard in his own hand. Bright lights exploded behind his closed eyes and he felt like he was floating on on some wonderful cloud. "God, I love you," he blurted out.
All at once, Draco felt the temperature drop to glacial degrees. He held his breath for Harry's response and felt Harry stroke his cheek and gently lean down to kiss him chastely on the mouth.
"You love me?" He said softly, and Draco nodded almost imperceptibly. "Then why don't you trust me enough to tell me where your father is?"
Draco flashed open his eyes, and what he saw ripped out all the warmth and happiness from him. Harry was gazing at him calmly enough, but his eyes - his eyes were so cold.
Draco desperately wanted - needed - to convince Harry of his honesty. He reached out to touch Harry's face. "Harry, you must believe me. I don't, I never knew where Father and the rest were hiding. Please, believe me. Please..."
Harry gazed down at him dispassionately. "I believe you." He sighed. "So you really have no information about their whereabouts."
Draco shook his head fiercely. Relieved that Harry was finally convinced, he reached to pull him back in for a kiss, but Harry quickly jerked himself away from his grasp and stood up. "I'd like for you to leave, now."
//No!// Draco thought, //He still doesn't believe me!// He felt tears stinging his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Harry..." he choked, "I really don't..."
But Harry stopped him before he could finish. "Don't get me wrong. I believe you." Draco wanted to tear himself away from those stone cold green eyes. "I guess you really aren't any use to anyone are you?"
Draco's heart was beating painfully as he turned over the thoughts in his mind. //This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening...//
"Well, I have to be going now. You see I, unlike some other people, do need to get to work. Cases to solve, Death Eaters to catch, you know the drill."
Somehow Draco found his voice again in the midst of his world crashing down around him, in a desperate attempt to cling to some shred of hope. "Was any of it, did you ever feel, was anything real?"
Harry looked down at him, distaste showing in his eyes, and Draco felt like he was a piece of gum Harry had just scraped from his shoe. "What? Now really Draco. Did you honestly think it was going to be all hearts and flowers from now on?" He laughed bitterly.
"Your kind was responsible for thousands of deaths. Good people. Men, women, CHILDREN for God's sake. All they wanted to do was live their lives just like everyone else. And you, and all the rest of your precious Pureblood, hatemongering elitists took that away from them."
He suddenly whirled around and punched the wall. "They're DEAD! Don't you understand? They can never come back. Ron and Hermione are dead!"
Turning back, he grabbed Draco painfully by the shoulders, shaking him violently. Draco gasped at the look of pure loathing showing visibly on Harry's face. "And I know it was you," Harry's voice cracked. "Although I have no proof. I know you were the one who told them where the Order's headquarters were, weren't you? WEREN'T YOU?!" And he threw Draco back against the headboard.
//I was tricked// Draco wanted to say. //I didn't know it would happen like this...// But he had no voice left, and deep in his heart he knew that Harry would never believe him.
Harry stood up and straightened his collar. "I'd like you to be gone from my life by the time I get home from work, tonight. Don't ever come here again, don't owl me, don't even look at me."
He glared at the broken, miserable man before him. "Oh, and clean yourself up," he sneered disgustedly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
When the door had been slammed shut again, Draco sat there for a long time. Minutes, hours must have gone by before he moved again. After cleaning himself up, he quickly, shamefully gathered up his clothes and began covering himself, not wanting to look at his body again for the rest of his life. He never again wanted to see the still visible love marks on his neck, his belly, the inside of his thighs. Nor did he want to see the purpling bruises on his shoulders from when Harry had grabbed him. All he wanted to do was to go home and curl up in his bed and cry and cry and never get up.
And that's what he did. He stayed in his room for days, lying there in a kind of a dazed, self-pitying funk before deciding that he needed either to find a way to get on with his life or give up on it altogether.
So when one day, when there was a knock on the door and he opened it to find Lucius Malfoy there, hand extended invitingly toward's him, Draco didn't hesitate to take it.
Lucius smiled. "Welcome back, my son."
Author: Cherusha
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry and Draco spend some time together. Dark-ish Harry. Post Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Bah!
Draco drew back the drapes to find Harry Potter sitting at the edge of the bed, one leg stretched along the edge while the other dangled over it. Even now, he could hardly believe that out of everyone in Wizarding England, the Savior of the Wizarding World had chosen him to be his lover. "Missed me?" He smirked.
"Come here." Harry reached for his hand, pulling Draco gently down onto the bed as Draco kicked off his shoes.
Lying flat on his back, Draco reached up to pull Harry's face down towards his. He drew up to press their lips together and then tugged and nipped at his lower lip while he slowly forced his tongue into Harry's warm mouth. As his eyes flickered up to Harry's own, he noticed that Harry wasn't concentrating at all in the kisses and in fact, his mind seemed to be elsewhere entirely.
Draco drew back, frowning deeply. "Something wrong, Harry?"
Harry quickly turned his eyes back to Draco, a little startled. But his expression melted away so quickly into one of warmth and love that Draco thought he must have imagined otherwise.
He reached down to brush pale, wispy strands from Draco's face and smiled so brilliantly that it took Draco's breath away. Stretching himself to lie full length alongside his lover, he propped himself up with his arm, gazing at Draco with a wicked grin.
Draco licked his lips a little anxiously. "What are you-"
"I want to try something," said Harry, his eyes danced mischieviously. "Will you do something, anything, if I ask you to?"
Draco was held in a trance by those magic green eyes. "What?" He asked shakily.
"Lie back down." Hand to chest, he pushed Draco back onto the pillow. "I want you to show me how much you've missed me," he whispered in his ear.
Draco moaned, and Harry gave a little chuckle. "Now, close your eyes. Touch your fingers to you lips, gently now. Pretend they're my lips. You've just had a restful nap, and now I'm kissing you awake.
"Wet your fingers a little - just the tips - that's it. Now, trail your fingers lightly to your chest. Pinch your nipples - DON'T unbutton - through the shirt, Draco. Good. Tug at them a little, too. Imagin me rolling your left nipple in between my fingers while biting down on the right one. My tongue is slashing back and forth furiously across the hardened tip."
Draco was moaning and writhing helplessly under his own touch. But it was the wild combination of Harry's voice, imagining Harry touching him, and the knowledge that Harry was watching him pleasure himself that threatened to send him completely over the edge. He desperately wanted to open his eyes, to see Harry's sweet face and beautiful eyes hovering above his.
"You like that, huh? Do you like what I'm doing to you, how I make you feel? I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, and you know it. But you can't help submitting to me, can you - don't you DARE open your eyes, Draco.
"Now, where was I? Unbutton your shirt, Draco, go on. Now, lightly trail your hand over your stomach. I start kissing and nuzzling your belly. I remember how sensitive your skin is there - right below your navel. I love this spot. So warm and soft and smooth beneath my touches. I could stay here all night, but do you think I should? I don't want to be labelled a tease, so I think I should move on. Is that all right with you?"
"I, oh, I-" But Draco couldn't even form a coherent thought at this point. All he knew was that he had never experienced anything so erotic in his life. His cock was straining painfully hard against his slacks, leaving a wet spot there.
Harry chuckled again. "I'll take that as a yes. Okay then Draco, let's take it to the next step. Go on and take of those trousers - do it slowly - your underwear too. Take it all off."
Draco could not get out of his trousers quickly enough. He struggled and fumbled and kicked until finally he was free from their constraints. The temperature difference felt wonderful and unbearable at the same time. He could barely restrain himself from touching his cock, but he knew he had to keep still or else Harry would stop.
"Mmm, spread your legs, Draco - that's right - and bring them to your chest. You look so beautiful like this Draco, exposing yourself to me. Your cock is hard against your belly and glistening at the tip. It looks so delicious, and I want to taste it. But first, I focus my attention elsewhere.
"Fondle your balls for me, and feel me licking and sucking at them. After running my tongue over them for a while, I trace my the tip of my tongue to the crack below, stroking over the pucker and then without warning, I stab quickly inside.
"You're so hot inside. Your scent is intoxicating, and its made sweeter by the fact that I know you are so completely mine."
Draco was sobbing uncontrollably, twisting his fingers inside himself. //Yes, I'm yours. I belong to you, only you...//
"You taste so good. I can tell that you'd do anything for release at this point. I want you to. I want to see you totally lose control, because of me. I want you to remember how I was the one that caused you to lose control, so I reach to stroke your cock, fisting it once, twice, and-"
And with a final sobbing cry, Draco came hard in his own hand. Bright lights exploded behind his closed eyes and he felt like he was floating on on some wonderful cloud. "God, I love you," he blurted out.
All at once, Draco felt the temperature drop to glacial degrees. He held his breath for Harry's response and felt Harry stroke his cheek and gently lean down to kiss him chastely on the mouth.
"You love me?" He said softly, and Draco nodded almost imperceptibly. "Then why don't you trust me enough to tell me where your father is?"
Draco flashed open his eyes, and what he saw ripped out all the warmth and happiness from him. Harry was gazing at him calmly enough, but his eyes - his eyes were so cold.
Draco desperately wanted - needed - to convince Harry of his honesty. He reached out to touch Harry's face. "Harry, you must believe me. I don't, I never knew where Father and the rest were hiding. Please, believe me. Please..."
Harry gazed down at him dispassionately. "I believe you." He sighed. "So you really have no information about their whereabouts."
Draco shook his head fiercely. Relieved that Harry was finally convinced, he reached to pull him back in for a kiss, but Harry quickly jerked himself away from his grasp and stood up. "I'd like for you to leave, now."
//No!// Draco thought, //He still doesn't believe me!// He felt tears stinging his eyes, threatening to spill over. "Harry..." he choked, "I really don't..."
But Harry stopped him before he could finish. "Don't get me wrong. I believe you." Draco wanted to tear himself away from those stone cold green eyes. "I guess you really aren't any use to anyone are you?"
Draco's heart was beating painfully as he turned over the thoughts in his mind. //This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening...//
"Well, I have to be going now. You see I, unlike some other people, do need to get to work. Cases to solve, Death Eaters to catch, you know the drill."
Somehow Draco found his voice again in the midst of his world crashing down around him, in a desperate attempt to cling to some shred of hope. "Was any of it, did you ever feel, was anything real?"
Harry looked down at him, distaste showing in his eyes, and Draco felt like he was a piece of gum Harry had just scraped from his shoe. "What? Now really Draco. Did you honestly think it was going to be all hearts and flowers from now on?" He laughed bitterly.
"Your kind was responsible for thousands of deaths. Good people. Men, women, CHILDREN for God's sake. All they wanted to do was live their lives just like everyone else. And you, and all the rest of your precious Pureblood, hatemongering elitists took that away from them."
He suddenly whirled around and punched the wall. "They're DEAD! Don't you understand? They can never come back. Ron and Hermione are dead!"
Turning back, he grabbed Draco painfully by the shoulders, shaking him violently. Draco gasped at the look of pure loathing showing visibly on Harry's face. "And I know it was you," Harry's voice cracked. "Although I have no proof. I know you were the one who told them where the Order's headquarters were, weren't you? WEREN'T YOU?!" And he threw Draco back against the headboard.
//I was tricked// Draco wanted to say. //I didn't know it would happen like this...// But he had no voice left, and deep in his heart he knew that Harry would never believe him.
Harry stood up and straightened his collar. "I'd like you to be gone from my life by the time I get home from work, tonight. Don't ever come here again, don't owl me, don't even look at me."
He glared at the broken, miserable man before him. "Oh, and clean yourself up," he sneered disgustedly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
When the door had been slammed shut again, Draco sat there for a long time. Minutes, hours must have gone by before he moved again. After cleaning himself up, he quickly, shamefully gathered up his clothes and began covering himself, not wanting to look at his body again for the rest of his life. He never again wanted to see the still visible love marks on his neck, his belly, the inside of his thighs. Nor did he want to see the purpling bruises on his shoulders from when Harry had grabbed him. All he wanted to do was to go home and curl up in his bed and cry and cry and never get up.
And that's what he did. He stayed in his room for days, lying there in a kind of a dazed, self-pitying funk before deciding that he needed either to find a way to get on with his life or give up on it altogether.
So when one day, when there was a knock on the door and he opened it to find Lucius Malfoy there, hand extended invitingly toward's him, Draco didn't hesitate to take it.
Lucius smiled. "Welcome back, my son."
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I loved it...
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Wow.
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Help!!!
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