Just a Piece of You 1/1
Just a Piece of You
Pairing: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy
Words: ~3,100
Disclaimer: HP, it’s characters and settings belong to JKR and associates. I don’t earn money with it, just fun.
Warnings: pre-HBP, m/m sex, biting, language, possibly underage and a bit of crack/humor.
Summary: Draco has an offer for Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived is hesitant, but if he takes it he won’t regret it.
Harry was close to slapping Malfoy and if slapping someone weren’t such a girlish thing to do, he would have loved to give in to this impulse and do it. The git was just making him want to scream and that was just as much a girlish thing to do as slapping someone. So he wouldn’t do that either. He knew why he hated Malfoy for he hated feeling girly. He had to listen to enough jokes of that origin since he outed himself to his Gryffindor friends. Sometimes he asked himself what had ridden him to do so, but he knew they just wanted to pull his leg when reading girly things into his actions… at least most of the time.
“Go away, Malfoy!”
The blond boy sneered at him and took a step closer.
“God Potter, I’m not the flu! I don’t go away if you just wait long enough.”
Harry sighed. “Well being a infectious disease could only improve your existence, actually.”
Malfoy grinned. “Wow, that might have stung… If I were a five year old, Potter.”
Harry decided to end this discussion then and there and turned to leave, but Malfoy only grabbed him by the arm to stop his retreat.
“Don’t run away from this, Potter! We will finish this discussion now or I will hunt you down every free minute you spend in any corridor of this castle. I won’t let you get away like this. It will be best for you and your obviously strained nerves to finish this now.”
The grin on Malfoy’s face had vanished into sincerity.
Harry closed his eyes for a second and rubbed them beneath his spectacles. Then he sighed once more.
“Alright. Let’s end this now and for always. What do you want?”
Now it was Malfoy’s turn to sigh.
“I already told you what I want.”
“Well, say it again, please. Just so I can be sure I didn’t hallucinate.”
He did not open his eyes again for he did not want to see Malfoy’s face right then.
“Fine. I want us to have sex.”
Harry’s eyes flew open.
“No way.”
“There he goes again…”, muttered Malfoy under his breath.
“No fucking way!”
Harry felt the necessity of emphasizing this particular point quite strongly.
“Why shouldn’t we?” asked the blond man while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Oh, I can think of a thousand reasons!” Harry said choking down hysteric laughter. “I ask you: Why should we?”
Malfoy smiled at him, something that made Harry feel uneasy, very uneasy.
“Because we’re both attracted to one another, don’t have other partners at the moment and are frankly the only good looking gay boys in the entire school. That’s why.”
“Wait a second!”
Harry held up his hands to silence Malfoy and was completely irritated that it actually worked!
“You don’t even know for sure whether I’m gay!”
He shut down the urge to stutter at Malfoy that he had not assumed the other boy to be bent, too.
“Oh please, Potter! Even if your little friends could make any pranks on you which were subtle enough so they wouldn’t scream it from the mountains - which they can’t by the way - then the way you checked me out last week after the Slytherin Quidditch practice should be more than enough evidence.”
A grin formed on Malfoy's face, making Harry squirm. This was not a good sign!
“By the way, did you like what you saw?”
Harry turned red as a tomato. Yes, he had checked Malfoy out. But he just couldn’t help it, for the Slytherin just had those stunning looks about him. But that didn’t mean that he would have any kind of sex with him, no way!
“Alright, what if I did?” Denying it wouldn’t help any way. “That doesn’t mean I’m up to a one night stand with someone I absolutely can’t stand!”
He hoped he’d made himself clear. But of course Malfoy would not back down.
“Who said something about a one night stand? I’m absolutely confident we could make this a… let’s say: permanent arrangement.”
Malfoy closed in on Harry like a predator on his pray. The Gryffindor stepped back against the wall but did not try to run. He had to confess to himself, that it was rather arousing, actually.
But he was just as stubborn as Malfoy was.
“We cannot do this and you know it!”
“Really?” Malfoy put one hand onto Harry’s shoulder. “So you are not attracted to me at all, are you Potter?”
He stepped even closer and Harry knew that his body gave him away and lying would not suffice.
“I am.”
He lowered his eyes and looked at Malfoy’s tie.
“So what’s the problem?”
Malfoy’s hand traveled over Harry’s neck slowly to rest under his chin, tilting it upwards so Harry had to look his opponent in the face.
“We… We just can’t.”
He hated hearing himself stutter but the tension just didn’t let him form any coherent sentence.
“You said that already, Potter.” Malfoy’s hand ghosted over Harry’s jugular and vanished again. “Let’s hear your explanation then.”
He stepped back, giving Harry space to breath. The Gryffindor couldn’t help but think that Malfoy must have been aware of the effect he had on him, giving Harry the possibility to grab a lucid thought.
Harry had to take a deep breath and shift through his thoughts for a second. Then he set to his task of making Malfoy see some sense.
"Alright, actually I don’t see, why you can’t come up with it yourself, but I have a lot of reasons.” Malfoy only nodded and waited, arms crossed again.
“First, we don’t even like each other. We have different political and social believes. We are of a different opinion in every way possible. We hate each other’s friends and despise the other’s way of living. We are on different sides of this war - although most people won’t admit there is a war going on.”
Malfoy nodded at every point and did not try to interrupt, which made Harry’s hopes fly high.
“We could not tell each other anything about family or friends or allies, for the other might betray it to his side. Both of us would risk becoming traitors unwillingly.”
“I would not betray what you told me.”
“Oh, and how could I be sure you weren’t just a death eater spy? I don’t even know for sure you’re really gay!”
Malfoy charged forwards so fast Harry hardly escaped a heart attack as he got pinned against the wall by Malfoy’s full weight, one arm pressing down on his throat, while the other pointed him right in the eye with the index finger.
“How dare you! I am not a whore and I won’t sell myself for anybody, Dark Lord or not! I might be only a self-righteous overly proud git in your opinion, Potter. But I am proud enough to value myself and my honour over the loyalty to anybody.”
Harry was sure he would get his head bitten off any second. Rage was written over Malfoy’s face and his grey eyes flashed like blades.
“Have I made myself clear?” The Slytherin hissed though clenched teeth, his jaw working frantically.
Harry just nodded. He couldn’t say anything for his air supply was still cut off by the pressure of Malfoy’s arm. Harry could feel his eyes grow big and his heart rate speed up as for a moment he was not sure whether Malfoy would let him go or rather strengthen his efforts to strangle him. But the Slytherin looked him deep in the eye and then let go.
“Good” was all Malfoy said.
Harry took a few hasty breaths and massaged his neck. He was irritated by the extremity of Malfoy’s reaction. But on the other hand he could understand it fairly well for he might have snapped too if someone suspected him of something like that.
“I’m sorry, Malfoy.”
The other had obviously found his composure again and just nodded. Harry took the chance for an escape.
“So, now that this is all settled I have to go…”
He wanted to retreat slowly and then take a run from the corridor but Malfoy shoved him into the wall with a bit more force then he had done the first time.
“And what made you think our chat was over, Potter?” he snarled at Harry.
Harry frowned at him surprised.
“Well, I told you why we couldn’t do what you proposed and with that we have nothing more to talk about.”
“Wrong, Potter.”
A third time that day Harry had to experience the sensation of one Draco Malfoy holding him to the wall with his body. Harry couldn’t deny the excitement he experienced. To him Malfoy was the devil in Slytherin robes as the blond man brought his lips close to Harry’s ear and whispered: “You gave me your reasons as to why we should never marry or be pals. But honestly, that was not what I intended, was it? I want us to fuck, frankly spoken. Not to lay open our lives!”
A kind of ridicule lay in the shimmer of Malfoy’s eyes as he pulled back far enough to show Harry the hungry face he sported.
Harry swallowed hard.
“But…”
His breath sped up, as he felt Malfoy’s hands run over his hips.
“But we can’t have a sexual relationship without even telling each other of our lives.”
A hand combed through his hair lightly.
“If that’s what it takes for you to participate...”
Malfoy bit Harry’s ear just hard enough to make the Gryffindor jump in surprise.
“I don’t think even you could do that, Malfoy”, Harry tried for a last time. If this went on just a little longer he might just as well surrender.
A throaty chuckle emerged from Malfoy’s lips, a sound that made Harry’s knees go limb.
“Watch me, Potter!”
Harry found himself being kissed forcefully. It made his body grow hungry for more. Those lips were softer than he might ever have imagined and Harry would have lied had he said he less then loved it. He snaked his hands around Malfoy’s waist pulling him even closer. It felt like heaven and Harry deepened the kiss, not caring about their argument anymore. But much too soon he was pushed away as Malfoy drew back. Harry gave an annoyed sound and could see the other man gnawing on his lower lip. He couldn’t help himself finding it unbearably sexy.
Malfoy’s voice was hoarse when he finally started talking again.
“I can’t help you mistrusting me. But I want this. Let me propose a truce: We don’t talk about our everyday lives, about school, our friends or family and absolutely not about politics or the war or Death Eaters or the Dark Lord.”
Harry wanted to say something but Malfoy shut him up with a finger laid on his lips.
“All we talk about is us. At the same time we don’t talk about us with anybody from the outside. Is that okay with you?”
Harry fidgeted in the enclosed space he had on the wall. “I… I don’t know.”
He was suddenly drawn closer again and kissed just as passionately as the first time but with a deep underlying desire. There lay promises in this kiss Harry had never expected to see since his outing, especially from Malfoy and he couldn’t help but nod.
“Good.”
The smile on Malfoy’s lips was the most genuine thing Harry had seen so far from the blond. The games were over.
“Just one more thing…”
A dread grew in the Gryffindor. There had to be something to ruin this for him.
“What?”
“I am not outed, Potter. Don’t tell a soul that I’m not straight!”
The grey eyes shone hard as granite. He was dead serious. Harry considered for a moment asking why he had risked this in the first place when he was afraid of getting outed. But he bit his tongue remembering the truce.
“I won’t. I promise.”
Another smile was directed at Harry as he was pulled down the corridor on his tie.
“Let’s find a room then, shall we?”
It was still rather unreal for Harry but he fell into trot next to the blond and couldn’t help having a smile of his own spread out on his face.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
It seemed like maybe this could work after all.
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Harry had never imagined that he would be into classroom-sex and maybe he wasn’t but, damn it, Draco really knew how to keep his mind off that fact with the way he bit makes onto Harry’s neck teeth rolling the tan flesh between them bruising without breaching skin. It was an exciting mixture of sensation, over-sensitizing his skin and making him shudder when white teeth scratched over his Adam’s apple.
“Fuck, Draco!”
“We already are”, the Slytherin whispere with a hoarse chuckle as he flexed his thighs heels digging into the small of Harry’s back pulling him further in. Draco let go of Harry’s abused shoulders to lie back on the desk he was propped up on grabbing the edge of the scarred wood as if the keep himself steady against an invisible force.
The wide expanse of creamy white skin laid bare in front of him like a ritualistic sacrifice made Harry growl with need and his hips started to move more freely snapping in and out of the incredible body offered to him. His fingers dug into the blond boy’s hips and he reveled at the sounds Draco made as he writhed on the table blunt nails scratching over old wood.
“Harry, please touch me! Fuck, do something!” Draco keened head thrown back and pale neck looking long and promising.
It was a command Harry couldn’t refuse and as he laid his palm around Draco’s cock he couldn’t help licking his lips because if it weren’t an anatomical impossibility he would have tried to taste the flushed flesh that fit into his hand so nicely. He had to remember that for next time because as much as his rational mind was berating him for ever going along with something so idiotic and sinful as this in the first place… he already knew there would be a next time.
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“Now I finally know, why you’re a Slytherin.” Harry got up from the chair he had been sitting it watching Draco dress and circled him with a small smile spreading over his face.
Draco paused in the midst of righting his tie and lifted a pale eyebrow. “Why?”
“It’s not because you’re a self-righteous pure-blooded jerk…” Harry stopped right in front of the other boy and looked him up and down slowly, grinning. “It’s because red so isn’t your colour!” He did not fully succeed in forcing down a giggle as Draco looked down himself for a moment frowning.
“Huh?” Harry couldn’t help but breaking into laughter. But then he decided to show some mercy and closed the space between them running his fingertips over Draco’s chest before grabbing the patch of the sweater where the house symbol was sewed to it pulling it up for Draco to see. The blond took one look at the Gryffindor emblem and swore loudly pulling the sweater over his head again. “Fuck! Promise me to never let me walk around in any of your clothes, ever!”
“Fine with me… But you have to confess that grabbing a ruby red sweater instead of your green one is a pretty Freudian thing to do, right?” Harry said flopping down on the next desk while buttoning up his shirt.
Draco shot him a disapproving glance and then rolled his eyes before starting to scramble around the room looking for his green sweater mumbling loudly. “You wish. If I had seen the bloody thing was red, I’d never have pulled it on. I gotta accustom myself to checking the house emblem before dressing.”
Harry grabbed his tie looking bewildered. “What do you mean ‘If you’d seen it were red’? What’s there not to see?”
Draco - finally in the possession of his own sweater - sighed looking at Harry. “I can’t see it, okay?”
Now it was Harry’s time to “Huh?”
The blond Slytherin pulled his sweater over his head while crossing the room towards the place where Harry was still holding his tie, sitting down next to him. “I have Daltonism… I can’t differ between red and green.” He shook his head with a small smile looking Harry in the eye. “Ridiculous isn’t it, that of all colours it has to be red and green which are completely indistinguishable to me.”
“You really are colour blind?”
“Just concerning red and green.”
“Then how do you keep them apart?”
“I don’t. One more reason why there is no deeper psychological meaning behind my wearing your clothes.”
Draco gave the Gryffindor a smug wink.
Harry frowned down on his tie. “So, how did you know which tie was your’s?”
An undignified snort was the immediate answer to this question. “I’m not helpless! I do remember where I dropped my clothes, well most of them at least, and the Gryffindorered is a little darker then the Slytherin green - If I care to check for it.” He shrugged grabbing Harry’s tie and sliding it around the other’s neck starting to tie it in a neat double Windsor knot. “Besides I do know the difference between gold and silver, you know!”
Harry watched Draco’s hands pulling the red and gold tie tight. “Right. Who knows about that? I mean colours have such a big meaning to our houses…”
“It’s no big deal. I mean we do have our house emblems on everything, so there is no mistaking it there.” He got up again grabbing his shoes. “My parents know, of course. I mean it is hereditary after all. So does Snape… and now you know.”
Harry was taken aback by so much honesty. “Why’d you tell me?”
“Why not?” Draco picked up his bag and took one more look around if he missed anything. Then he checked his outfit for the right house emblem again just to be sure and nodded satisfied.
“We did agree on talking about ourselves and keeping everything we hear between the two of us, so why shouldn’t I? Consider this the first piece of myself I gave you. Alright?”
Harry nodded. “Alright.”
*
The End
*hugs* Birdie
A/N: Happy April Fools Day to my J2 readers :P and everybody in the HP fandom can imagine exactly what will happen to these two in the future. ^^
I really just wanted to have a colorblind Draco ;D