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Breaking It Down
~ fawkes/acidquill
notes: Tried to tell Elliot and Frost to bugger off but they're like the Hardy Boys. Won't leave you alone till they find out what you're up to. Told them I wasn't going to post but Frost pouted (I am powerless against his puppy dog eyes!) and Elliot got all huffy. Wrote five different copies then decided the original was best. Frost made me coffee and assured me it was better a little rough round the edges.
Harry/Ron. Harry/Draco. R. Angst.
***
In the showers after Quidditch, Harry lets Ron fuck him against the tiles. He closes his eyes and rides it all like a wave -- Ron’s cock, the hot water, the feeling that he’s good for something. Ron never says anything, and when it’s over Harry’s left by himself. He slides down the wall and sits under the spray until the water gets cold.
When Harry finally goes back to the Tower, Ron will grin and ask him to play chess.
This is how it goes.
After all, it’s just a phase. Ron is in love with Hermione remember, he just can’t get up the nerve to tell her. So until then, Harry’s the one who gets screwed.
*
At Christmas, it’s official. Ron’s taking Hermione home with him as a girlfriend. Ginny rolls her eyes. Harry smiles and tells Hermione he’s so happy for both of them.
Harry stays at Hogwarts over the holidays; he’s the only sixth year Gryffindor.
There’s only one Slytherin this year.
Malfoy.
Harry picks a fight with him two days after Ron leaves. Malfoy doesn’t hex him, doesn’t draw a wand. Instead Harry finds himself on the wrong side of Malfoy’s fist. His nose bleeds for an hour. He feels better than he has all year.
That night Harry sneaks into the Slytherin common room. He wants to…he’s not sure what he’s looking for. Malfoy doesn’t seem surprised to see him.
*
Christmas ends; Ron and Hermione come back and Harry knows. Hermione has become Mione. She and Ron hold hands and pass notes in every class but Potions. The two of them disappear at odd hours; then reappear later sated and smiling.
Harry takes showers by himself after Quidditch. At night he meets Malfoy in the Room of Requirement.
Malfoy fucks him so hard it hurts. And Harry likes it -- better his body than his heart. Harry never has to wonder if Malfoy cares, he knows better. Hate and sex and sweat, these things are true. Malfoy calls Harry ‘whore’ and digs his nails into Harry’s arm.
Malfoy is Draco only when they fuck. It’s a control thing, or maybe just spite; Malfoy gets off on his name in Harry’s mouth. Harry is Potter or whore, sometimes he’s nothing at all. Harry doesn’t care; he wouldn’t have it any other way.
- end
~ fawkes/acidquill
notes: Tried to tell Elliot and Frost to bugger off but they're like the Hardy Boys. Won't leave you alone till they find out what you're up to. Told them I wasn't going to post but Frost pouted (I am powerless against his puppy dog eyes!) and Elliot got all huffy. Wrote five different copies then decided the original was best. Frost made me coffee and assured me it was better a little rough round the edges.
Harry/Ron. Harry/Draco. R. Angst.
***
In the showers after Quidditch, Harry lets Ron fuck him against the tiles. He closes his eyes and rides it all like a wave -- Ron’s cock, the hot water, the feeling that he’s good for something. Ron never says anything, and when it’s over Harry’s left by himself. He slides down the wall and sits under the spray until the water gets cold.
When Harry finally goes back to the Tower, Ron will grin and ask him to play chess.
This is how it goes.
After all, it’s just a phase. Ron is in love with Hermione remember, he just can’t get up the nerve to tell her. So until then, Harry’s the one who gets screwed.
*
At Christmas, it’s official. Ron’s taking Hermione home with him as a girlfriend. Ginny rolls her eyes. Harry smiles and tells Hermione he’s so happy for both of them.
Harry stays at Hogwarts over the holidays; he’s the only sixth year Gryffindor.
There’s only one Slytherin this year.
Malfoy.
Harry picks a fight with him two days after Ron leaves. Malfoy doesn’t hex him, doesn’t draw a wand. Instead Harry finds himself on the wrong side of Malfoy’s fist. His nose bleeds for an hour. He feels better than he has all year.
That night Harry sneaks into the Slytherin common room. He wants to…he’s not sure what he’s looking for. Malfoy doesn’t seem surprised to see him.
*
Christmas ends; Ron and Hermione come back and Harry knows. Hermione has become Mione. She and Ron hold hands and pass notes in every class but Potions. The two of them disappear at odd hours; then reappear later sated and smiling.
Harry takes showers by himself after Quidditch. At night he meets Malfoy in the Room of Requirement.
Malfoy fucks him so hard it hurts. And Harry likes it -- better his body than his heart. Harry never has to wonder if Malfoy cares, he knows better. Hate and sex and sweat, these things are true. Malfoy calls Harry ‘whore’ and digs his nails into Harry’s arm.
Malfoy is Draco only when they fuck. It’s a control thing, or maybe just spite; Malfoy gets off on his name in Harry’s mouth. Harry is Potter or whore, sometimes he’s nothing at all. Harry doesn’t care; he wouldn’t have it any other way.
- end