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Title: It started with a fist part 3
Author: magichamster
Rating: Probably R for a bit of language, violence and sexual situations
Summary: Draco becomes increasingly obsessed with Harry after a fight turns into something more. Sequel to this
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...sadly
It started with a fist. Now he’s your lover, though love isn’t exactly involved.
You brace your hands against the smooth wall as you hear him fumble with his zip. And then he’s pushing into you. You grit your teeth against the usual pain and listen to his soft moan.
Soon the pain turns to pleasure. Your toes curl in your shoes as you push back against him, unable to hold back a satisfied groan.
You’re in an open corridor, anyone could see you, but you don’t care. All you can think about is his body against yours; his cock thrusting into you; his lips on the back of your neck.
Then you’re moaning his name, and you stop thinking altogether.
*****
Pansy’s lips taste of cherries. You kiss her when you return to the dungeons, wonder if she can taste him on your lips. She never asks where you disappear to in the evenings, or why you never have any bruises for her to heal anymore.
She pulls you closer, runs her fingers along the back of your neck, across the place where he marked you with his teeth. And though it’s been clumsily healed, you can still feel it burning your skin. Now she’s touching it, she’s touching your memory of him, tainting it with her manicured fingers. You pull away.
After she leaves, you rub and pinch at your neck, try to remember his teeth sinking into you. Yet, even hours later, there is nothing but the taste of cherries.
*****
The next morning you kiss Pansy on the cheek and walk her to the Great Hall for breakfast. You don’t mention the previous night, or explain why you pushed her away.
You run into him and his friends in the corridor. He walks up to you, fuming.
“You bastard! You just had to do it, didn’t you?”
You smirk slowly, and take a step closer to him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Potter.”
“I’m talking about this!” In his hand is a copy of your petition to get the oaf fired. “Only you could do something so cruel, so heartless-”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” You step even closer, and whisper, “Do you want to fight me, or to fuck me?”
You take one last look at his flushed face and clenched fists before heading to an unused boys’ toilet. You’re not surprised when he follows you and fucks you in the cubicle.
*****
Snape asks you to see him. When you arrive, he’s writing something on a piece of parchment.
“Take a seat.”
You sit across from him, watch as he clears his desk and looks at you.
“The Dark Lord is going to summon you this summer.”
You nod slowly, wonder why you’re surprised.
“Do you want to follow the Dark Lord, Draco?”
You look up sharply. This is a test. You must declare your loyalty to the Dark Lord.
“Of course, Professor.”
Snape looks pained for a moment.
“Then I must teach you Occlumency.” He gives you a knowing look. “There are things that the Dark Lord must not know.”
“Sir?”
His face shuts like a book.
“Come back tomorrow for your first lesson.”
*****
You’re in Transfigurations when you first notice it. You’re watching him discreetly from across the room, pretending to take notes. Then he puts the end of his quill in his mouth.
The rest of the room disappears as he runs the quill along the edge of his lip, then sucks casually on the end again. You shift in your seat and reach for your own quill.
You learnt the charm last year, as a way to talk to your friends in lessons. It transfers what you’re writing to another piece of parchment and anything on that parchment back to you - an alternative to passing notes.
Shielding your parchment with your arm, you write, I’ve got something better for you to suck on, Potter, amazed by your own crudeness.
He notices it straight away, and his eyes find you. You pretend to be engrossed in what McGonnagal is saying. After a few minutes, more words appear on your parchment.
Do you have a problem with me sucking on my quill, Malfoy?
You grin and write your reply:
I just don’t see why you’re sucking on a quill when you could be over here sucking my-
“Mr Malfoy!”
“Yes, Professor?”
After the lesson, in which you answered all of McGonnagal’s questions perfectly, you find yourself in an empty classroom with him. You don’t have to say anything before he sinks to his knees.
*****
“I presume you already know the basic concepts of Occlumency.”
You’re in Snape’s office for your first Occlumency lesson.
“Of course.”
You researched Occlumency the previous evening. It seems simple enough.
“Good. Get your wand ready and clear your mind. Legilimens.”
You try, but suddenly you’re overcome with memories: your first time on a broom; shopping for a wand with your father; a green-eyed boy refusing your friendship; the same boy on his knees with your cock in his mouth.
You stumble as you come back to the world, finding yourself clinging to Snape’s desk. The professor sighs, but doesn’t mention what he saw.
“Shall we try again?”
*****
“This liaison with Potter has to stop, Draco.”
You’re sharing a pot of tea with Snape after several more attempts at Occlumency.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, sir.”
“I’m sorry but it has to be said. You have no idea what you’re doing. There’s no way you can keep this a secret. And I doubt the Dark Lord would be pleased about you fornicating with his enemy. I can’t see your father being thrilled at the news, either.”
You go cold at the mention of your father.
“They won’t find out. I have it under control.”
Snape’s black eyes focus on you for a long second.
“Very well.”
*****
When you arrive back at your room, it’s late and you’re exhausted. You’re also extremely glad that Pansy didn’t wait up for you.
You collapse on your bed and draw the curtains around it. Suddenly you feel something warm against your side and hear the soft murmuring of a silencing spell.
“Potter?”
He appears from under his cloak, his hair ruffled and glasses askew. He kisses you desperately, tangling his hands in the fabric of your robes.
You pull him close, clutch at his arms and try to put all thoughts of Occlumency from your mind. Yet, Snape’s words keep bubbling to the surface.
He pulls away, noticing that you’ve stilled.
“Do you want me to leave?”
You know it’s the right thing to do. He’ll leave, and he’ll go back to hating you. You’ll join the Dark Lord, follow the path you’re supposed to, marry a pureblood girl, live your father’s life.
You know you should end it but all you can think of is him sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room then hiding here for hours; risking being caught and expelled just to see you.
“No, you can stay.”
Maybe a few more days with him won’t hurt.
Author: magichamster
Rating: Probably R for a bit of language, violence and sexual situations
Summary: Draco becomes increasingly obsessed with Harry after a fight turns into something more. Sequel to this
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter...sadly
It started with a fist. Now he’s your lover, though love isn’t exactly involved.
You brace your hands against the smooth wall as you hear him fumble with his zip. And then he’s pushing into you. You grit your teeth against the usual pain and listen to his soft moan.
Soon the pain turns to pleasure. Your toes curl in your shoes as you push back against him, unable to hold back a satisfied groan.
You’re in an open corridor, anyone could see you, but you don’t care. All you can think about is his body against yours; his cock thrusting into you; his lips on the back of your neck.
Then you’re moaning his name, and you stop thinking altogether.
*****
Pansy’s lips taste of cherries. You kiss her when you return to the dungeons, wonder if she can taste him on your lips. She never asks where you disappear to in the evenings, or why you never have any bruises for her to heal anymore.
She pulls you closer, runs her fingers along the back of your neck, across the place where he marked you with his teeth. And though it’s been clumsily healed, you can still feel it burning your skin. Now she’s touching it, she’s touching your memory of him, tainting it with her manicured fingers. You pull away.
After she leaves, you rub and pinch at your neck, try to remember his teeth sinking into you. Yet, even hours later, there is nothing but the taste of cherries.
*****
The next morning you kiss Pansy on the cheek and walk her to the Great Hall for breakfast. You don’t mention the previous night, or explain why you pushed her away.
You run into him and his friends in the corridor. He walks up to you, fuming.
“You bastard! You just had to do it, didn’t you?”
You smirk slowly, and take a step closer to him.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Potter.”
“I’m talking about this!” In his hand is a copy of your petition to get the oaf fired. “Only you could do something so cruel, so heartless-”
“So, what are you going to do about it?” You step even closer, and whisper, “Do you want to fight me, or to fuck me?”
You take one last look at his flushed face and clenched fists before heading to an unused boys’ toilet. You’re not surprised when he follows you and fucks you in the cubicle.
*****
Snape asks you to see him. When you arrive, he’s writing something on a piece of parchment.
“Take a seat.”
You sit across from him, watch as he clears his desk and looks at you.
“The Dark Lord is going to summon you this summer.”
You nod slowly, wonder why you’re surprised.
“Do you want to follow the Dark Lord, Draco?”
You look up sharply. This is a test. You must declare your loyalty to the Dark Lord.
“Of course, Professor.”
Snape looks pained for a moment.
“Then I must teach you Occlumency.” He gives you a knowing look. “There are things that the Dark Lord must not know.”
“Sir?”
His face shuts like a book.
“Come back tomorrow for your first lesson.”
*****
You’re in Transfigurations when you first notice it. You’re watching him discreetly from across the room, pretending to take notes. Then he puts the end of his quill in his mouth.
The rest of the room disappears as he runs the quill along the edge of his lip, then sucks casually on the end again. You shift in your seat and reach for your own quill.
You learnt the charm last year, as a way to talk to your friends in lessons. It transfers what you’re writing to another piece of parchment and anything on that parchment back to you - an alternative to passing notes.
Shielding your parchment with your arm, you write, I’ve got something better for you to suck on, Potter, amazed by your own crudeness.
He notices it straight away, and his eyes find you. You pretend to be engrossed in what McGonnagal is saying. After a few minutes, more words appear on your parchment.
Do you have a problem with me sucking on my quill, Malfoy?
You grin and write your reply:
I just don’t see why you’re sucking on a quill when you could be over here sucking my-
“Mr Malfoy!”
“Yes, Professor?”
After the lesson, in which you answered all of McGonnagal’s questions perfectly, you find yourself in an empty classroom with him. You don’t have to say anything before he sinks to his knees.
*****
“I presume you already know the basic concepts of Occlumency.”
You’re in Snape’s office for your first Occlumency lesson.
“Of course.”
You researched Occlumency the previous evening. It seems simple enough.
“Good. Get your wand ready and clear your mind. Legilimens.”
You try, but suddenly you’re overcome with memories: your first time on a broom; shopping for a wand with your father; a green-eyed boy refusing your friendship; the same boy on his knees with your cock in his mouth.
You stumble as you come back to the world, finding yourself clinging to Snape’s desk. The professor sighs, but doesn’t mention what he saw.
“Shall we try again?”
*****
“This liaison with Potter has to stop, Draco.”
You’re sharing a pot of tea with Snape after several more attempts at Occlumency.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, sir.”
“I’m sorry but it has to be said. You have no idea what you’re doing. There’s no way you can keep this a secret. And I doubt the Dark Lord would be pleased about you fornicating with his enemy. I can’t see your father being thrilled at the news, either.”
You go cold at the mention of your father.
“They won’t find out. I have it under control.”
Snape’s black eyes focus on you for a long second.
“Very well.”
*****
When you arrive back at your room, it’s late and you’re exhausted. You’re also extremely glad that Pansy didn’t wait up for you.
You collapse on your bed and draw the curtains around it. Suddenly you feel something warm against your side and hear the soft murmuring of a silencing spell.
“Potter?”
He appears from under his cloak, his hair ruffled and glasses askew. He kisses you desperately, tangling his hands in the fabric of your robes.
You pull him close, clutch at his arms and try to put all thoughts of Occlumency from your mind. Yet, Snape’s words keep bubbling to the surface.
He pulls away, noticing that you’ve stilled.
“Do you want me to leave?”
You know it’s the right thing to do. He’ll leave, and he’ll go back to hating you. You’ll join the Dark Lord, follow the path you’re supposed to, marry a pureblood girl, live your father’s life.
You know you should end it but all you can think of is him sneaking into the Slytherin Common Room then hiding here for hours; risking being caught and expelled just to see you.
“No, you can stay.”
Maybe a few more days with him won’t hurt.