Sweet Revenge [Harry/Draco - NC-17]
Author: silenceberry
Title:Sweet Revenge
Prompt: #5 Submitted by: naturegirlrocks
Pairing:Draco/Harry
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:angst, infidelity, character death, sex, blowjob, crude language, and humiliation.
Word Count:3,975
Summary:Draco thought that revenge was everything
Notes:I want to say thank you to my last minute beta hitsuzen_hime because when I needed a beta she step up and help me out. *hugs you* for everything you did with for this fic and to the person that ask for this prompt I hope I have capture what you wished and a thank you to my cousin Ceci for pointing out that I was not capturing the song to it's fullest. And last but not least to the Mods for a wonderful fest *gets tissues ready* and let the crying begin.
Sweet Revenge
Harry took another drag off of his cigarette and exhaled out the smoke, he had his shirt off and was sitting down by the window with the window pane cracked open a bit to let the smoke out, the ash tray off to the side.
He leaned forward and took a final drag of his cigarette, extinguish it on the ashtray and exhaling out the last of the cigarette smoke. He got up and moved towards his bedroom. Moving to the bathroom and opening the taps. While waiting for the water to warm, he moved to the bathroom mirror and just looked at his reflection, dragging a hand over his five-o’clock shadow he looked to the left and then to the right inspecting his face. He needed a shave but he would do it after the shower, he still had plenty of time.
Harry opened his fly and slid down the zipper, pulling his trousers along with the pants down, pushing them to the side with his foot. Leaving the discarded clothing behind as he stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over his head and body, relaxing the muscles that had been tense.
Slowly, he rotated his shoulders to help the water along and gave a sigh as the water forcibly relaxed him a little bit more. He picked up the shampoo and dripped a little bit onto the palm of his hand and washed his hair, finishing with that he next picked up his soap and carefully lathered the wash-cloth and soaped his body before moving back into the spray to rise everything off.
Taking the soap back into his hand and lathering his palms, he put the soap bar back and took his cock into his hand and pulled on it gently. Feeling his cock beginning to swell, he closed his eyes and started to wank. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped, he loved the leisurely buildup of excitement that he got when he wanked himself slowly. After a while he felt his climax approaching and with a final pull his spunk hit the shower wall. He rinsed one final time and closed the taps before stepping out of the shower, flinging the towel around his waist as he walked toward the mirror. With one hand he wiped the fog off of the mirror and began to shave.
When he finished shaving he cleaned his razor and wiped his face with the hand towel and walked out of the bathroom and up to his wardrobe, flinging the door opened and scowling at his clothes, he never knew what to wear. Harry pulled down a pair of distressed denims, they felt like -and looked like- a second skin. Next, he selected a red polo shirt and pulled it on. Turning and glancing at the mirror that was charmed to stick to the wall, scrubbing a hand through his still damp hair and let it lay in disarray.
Checking the clock, he saw that he would be running late for his appointment and rushed to pick up his shoes and put them on. He grabbed a leather jacket and on the way out, he picked up his wand, keys, and the packet of cigarettes that lay where he had left when he came in last night.
He closed the door and jogged down the stairs, passing his landlady’s open door without stopping to say hello or goodbye, and walked outside and around to the back of the building where he knew the apparition point was. With a final look around, he apparated out of the alley. When he arrived at the abandoned warehouse that was his destination, he walked up to the building and knocked three times. While waiting for someone to come to the door he pulled out another cigarette from the packet and put it to his lips before lighting it with the tip of his wand. Puffing to light it and exhaling the smoke.
Harry hated coming here, he felt like he was hiding. Well wasn’t he? Or more like, weren’t they? Their romance had started by mistake and it had only escalated after that. The first time they had kissed, it had been an accident and from there everything had just spiraled out of control.
“I hate it when you smoke.” A silky voice said from behind him.
He turned and saw Draco, or what he thought was Draco as he was wearing a hooded robe. When he passed under an overhead light he saw that he was indeed Draco, the flickering light catching a golden lock and making it shine in the darkened alley. Harry waited until Draco was near him; he thought this time it was going to be different, that this time Draco was going to at least acknowledge him with a little light kiss. Again, that was too much to ask from Draco when he finally closed the distance between them Draco only raised his hand, and with a fist, pounded on the door.
“Password.” A gruff voice said out of the little slot window that had opened in the door. Harry could never make out the face, all he could ever see was the darkness.
Harry knew that the only reason they saw each other here was the freedom that it brought. This was a reputable establishment where no one knew who you were and they didn’t really care. The proprietors charged a hefty amount of money to give their clients the anonymity they desired, and they had never let anyone down.
“Sweet Revenge.”
The door slid open and the two men moved inside, within lay a table, upon which lay their portkey. They both took hold of it and disappeared, landing in their customary room. A plane and utilitarian space, with a floor covered in dusty black carpet, and in the middle, a bed. To the left of the bed was a small desk, the bed itself was covered with a set of familiar black silk sheets.
Harry moved to the bed and as was his habit, he ran his hands over the soft silk, marveling at the softness of it. Moving away from the bed and turning around he noticed that Draco had started to disrobe. Following his example, Harry started to remove his own clothes as well. But while Draco took off his garments off and folded them with great care, Harry just discarded his clothing on the floor carelessly, leaving a trail of cloth as he walked nearer Draco.
When he was standing in front of the pale beautiful body he reached his hand out to touch. Stroking the hard marble ridges of his stomach, and allowing his fingertips to travel up the hard planes of his companion’s torso until he could drag his fingers through that silky blond hair. He constantly craved the sensation of his hands carding through soft strands, to touch that hair every day. Hell, every hour of every day and yet he couldn’t.
Harry couldn’t count the number of times that he had to close his hands into fists as the urge to run his fingers through that hair over came him. Every time that they had walked past each other in the corridors of the Ministry he had fought the urge to push Draco into an alcove or empty office and just plead with his sometimes lover to fuck him against the wall. But he couldn’t, Draco had made it very clear that no one could ever know about them, so every time he had just walked by him as if they’d never kissed, never touched, never fucked.
However now he could grab those golden strands and twist them into a fist, dragging Draco’s head down until he could capture his mouth in a searing kiss. With a soft groan of pleasure, he pushed his tongue inside Draco’s mouth, savoring the chance to duel with the other appendage. It was rare that Draco allowed him the privilege of dominance and this time was no exception, as Draco took control over the kiss. With a rough push to his shoulders Harry fell backwards onto the bed, followed quickly by Draco, who landed on top of him. The rest of their clothes was quickly discarded every which way in a hurried frenzy, as the last stitch of clothing was removed Harry knew that he wanted it rough and hard.
He felt as if something different was about to happened, he wanted this even if it was to be the end, but of course that would never happened. He loved Draco, and Draco loved him, right?
The two lovers rolled over on the bed, shifting until Harry found himself on top, he grasped Draco’s cock and began to pull on it gently. At the head he gave a little twist of his wrist to give Draco more stimulation as he knew that was what the blond preferred. He wandlessly accio’ed the lube that he kept in his pocket. Capturing the vial with his free hand, he poured a hefty amount on his fingers and while he wiggle down Draco’s body and took his lover’s cock into his mouth. Carefully, he moved his other hand back to his puckered hole and pushed a finger inside, closing his eyes at the feeling of being again filled while his head bobbed over the hard length of his lover’s cock. With his mouth still on Draco’s cock he carefully set a rhythm, swallowing around the hard length as he fingered his own entrance.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, he was startle to see the raw need in his lover’s eyes. Letting go of Draco’s cock with one final suck, he crawled up his body and kissed Draco tenderly. The next moment he was turned and his hands were grabbed and pushed up to be held in a strong grip. With one knee his legs were shoved open and another hand was where a few minutes ago his own hand had been, but this time it was not penetrating, it was guiding a larger appendage inside. Harry closed his eyes at the burning sensation that always accompanied penetration when he wasn’t fully prepared.
Wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist, Harry found himself holding on for dear life as he was brutally pounded in to the mattress, the pace Draco set was punishingly brutal. The intense look in his grey eyes as Draco pushed in and out of his body seemed to burn, the fire blazing in them almost seemed enough to burn him alive.
When his neglected cock was finally taken in a rough grip and fisted in concert with the pounding his ass was receiving, Harry couldn’t hold back the rising heat in his gut any longer. He lost his battle to make it last and let go, as he had been near climax since the moment he had locked gazes with his beautiful, passionate lover. Closing his eyes against the onslaught, he came. Coating Draco’s hand with jets of warm seed, with the final spurt he lost will to move and sunk into a boneless heap as Draco stilled with his own release. Lazily he opened his eyes and smiled tenderly at Draco, he raised his hand and ran it through that glorious hair again. He would never get tired of that, he thought.
“I love you, Draco.” He whispered as he closed his eyes and let his hand fall back onto the bed.
After a long moment Draco rolled off, and Harry drug himself around the bed until both he and Draco were both comfortable. Tenderly, he put his head down on Draco’s shoulder and tossed his arm over his chest and with a final sleepy smile and a kiss to his forehead from Draco, he fell asleep.
~*~
For a long moment Draco just looked at him, then carefully he removed himself from Harry’s side as quietly as he could. He got up and walked into the bathroom, looked at his reflection, and smirked. He had finally done it! He was so proud of himself and his father would finally be too. He stepped out of the bathroom and moved to where he’d left his folded cloak. Removing his wand from the inside of his cloak, he waved his wand smoothly and with a quick series of spells he was clean and dressed. Quietly padding to a corner of the room cloaked in shadow, he bent over a small antique desk that was the only other furniture beside the bed and carpet under his feet and rummaged about until he found a quill and a sheet of parchment. He sat down to pen his final note and put his crowning achievement on the humiliation of Harry Potter.
Potter,
By the time you read this note, I would be long gone and married, before you say anything or think anything there is something you should know. You were never, and will never be, anything to me. While you were undoubtedly a fine piece of ass, I will laugh all my life knowing that I had the great Harry Potter moaning like a whore under me and how I shall enjoy each moment of that triumph!
This, Potter, is my revenge for all the shit you’ve ever put me through. Perhaps I shall let my father and his friends see what a whore you are... How easily the Boy-Who-Lived opened his legs to accommodate any cock that offers? But do you want to know the best part? My pièce de résistance, if you will? When you said ‘I love you’, that was truly priceless. That the great Harry Potter fell in love with someone who would never love him back.
Revenge is sweet isn’t it, Potter?
With all my love,
Draco Malfoy
With a flourish and a smile, he signed his name and folded the parchment before depositing it on his pillow. With a critical eye he surveyed the effect before walking back to the desk and picking up the quill and quickly transfiguring it into a red rose which he then placed atop the missive.
Smirking at the irony of the tender touch, he wished he could be there when Potter finally opened the note and read it. Alas the pensieve memory would have to suffice to relive his triumph. He could all ready see his erstwhile lover crying his little heart out with despair.
With one last look Draco walked out of the room and apparated out of there. He had known all this time where they were, he was after all, in charged of the arrangement and location. Foolish Potter had always thought it had been a third party establishment. If he only knew that he, Draco Malfoy, had set every single piece of this intricate game.
Draco arrived at his ancestral home and walked up to his father office, knocked, and entered when he was bid. He moved inside and closed the door, just leaning on it as he watched his father write. When his father finished what he was doing, he deposited the quill back in the inkwell and carefully blotted the page before looking up at him.
“Well?”
“It’s done.”
“Perfect.” Lucius Malfoy smiled coldly and got up from behind the desk, bidding goodnight to his son and walked out the study, leaving Draco standing alone in the doorway, not looking at anything and thinking of what he had just done. Everything had gone right according to plan.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes and stretched his arms up and then let them fall to the sides, when his arm encountered the letter on the pillow next to him he smiled. Bringing the rose to his nose to smell it, if he could squeal he would as he brought the rose back to his face and let the soft petals caress his face. He reached his hand out and picked up the letter and grinned happily. Maybe Draco had to leave early and this was his way of apologizing to him, his happiness grew and as he opened the letter to read, his smile disappeared when he read the content of the letter. He let the letter float down to the floor as he sat up, he picked up the rose and saw it for what it was. A joke, a joke that made a mockery of him and a mockery of his love.
He got up and changed in a dream like state, he walked out the door leaving behind the rose and note behind. Not caring that he was leaving the door open, how could he when he was leaving his heart behind in a million pieces? Harry walked outside, looked around, and concentrated on where he was going. He turned and apparated and then apparated again before finally appearing outside Hogwarts.
He walked silently inside Hogwarts, not caring if anyone saw him or not. He reach the Astronomy tower and walked up the stairs, he walked inside and to the window, he looked up and then down. He put his foot in the windowsill and pushed himself up and stood on it, he looked down again.
He looked up at the sky and took the final step and let go. Closing his eyes at the feel of the air rushing past his face and the feel of freedom that flying always gave him, a freedom that he had thought he had found finally just for him. An escape from the hollow image that the Wizarding world insisted on moulding him into. How very wrong he had been! Once again he had been proven to be a hollow shell, not someone worth loving as Draco had proven to him. Opening his eyes, he saw his life flash through his mind before his body hit the ground, extinguishing the light of his eyes forever.
~*~
Draco was sipping his coffee, quietly contemplating what to have for breakfast when the morning paper came. He took the Daily Prophet from the owl and payed him, after he’d watch the bird fly out the window he opened the newspaper and took up his coffee cup. Taking a sip, he glanced down at the headlines and spat out the mouthful in shock. He carelessly deposited the cup in the saucer, not paying the slightest bit of attention as it hit the edge of the porceline rim uneavenly and the cup fell to the side, spilling its contents onto the white linen table cloth. He was more absorbed in trying to make sense of the headline:
“THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, DIES!”
“Dear Reader,
It is with a heavy heart that this reporter relays the sad news that the Boy-Who-Lived has died. We don’t know the details of how it happened, but we do know that our Hero was visiting his old school when the accident took place. This is all the information that we have at this time, additional details will be published for our readers upon the release of any new findings that-”
Draco let the paper fall from his numb fingers and into the table; he couldn’t believe what he had just read. He had been with Harry just yesterday penning that letter. He got up so fast that he didn’t notice the chair that was upholster in a rich cream silk with floral embroidery fall to the ground. Snatching the paper back up and left the dining room, walking fast to his fathers study, where he knew his resided every morning. When he was in front of the dark wooden door, he didn’t bother knocking and just went right through. Barging on his father, startling him in the process and making him drop his quill, staining his papers and desk in the process.
“What is the meaning of this, Draco?” His father scolded him as he took out his wand from inside his cane that had been leaning against the desk and cleaning the blotches of ink that had fallen.
“Have you seen the paper today?” He asked, brandishing the paper at his father.
“Oh, yes, I have.” Lucius got up from the chair and around the desk and walked forward to snatch the paper from out of his hands, “I must say I am quite impressed, Draco. You did such an amazing job, to the point where he actually killed himself!” Lucius patted him on the shoulder and smirked, “Our Lord will be very proud.”
With that he went back and sat down behind his desk, dismissing Draco as he continue with what he had been doing, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
What had he done? He had done it as revenge against everything that Potter had done to him during school, but he would have never have thought that Potter was going to kill himself. He was, after all, the Boy-Who-Lived. He wasn’t suppose to die!
Draco walked out of the study and up the stairs, not paying attention to the family portraits that lined the Manor walls, or the imported and expensive urkish carpets under his feet. Draco just kept on walking in a state of disbelief and shock, as he reached his room he turned the doorknob and opened the door. Entering his chambers, he closed the door behind him and leaned on it as he had done the day prior in his father’s study. He closed his eyes and exhaled, when he opened them again the world was oddly blurry. Moving his hand up to rub his eyes, he found his fingertips had come away wet.
He looked down at his hand in shock and watched it blur again, he knew why he was crying he couldn’t deny it any longer. He would miss him. He could never take back those harmful words he had written, he could never go to him and ask for forgiveness and tell him he loved him.
He wiped his eyes and rubbed his palm against his leg and walked to his king sized bed with its dark green silk sheets that made such a perfect contrast with his pale skin. He looked around his room and saw the nightstand and wardrobe, the same dark wood as the bed. Everything was the same as it had always been but now Draco saw it with new eyes, he was just a spoiled little rich boy. A pampered child that when he had something good he had fucked it up. Draco climbed into the bed and closed his eyes falling asleep after awhile.
The next day he woke up and took a shower, after carefully dressing in his black chinos and black long sleeve button up shirt, he pulled on his black blazer and bent down to put on his shoes and left his room. Once outside he apparated to Hogwarts where the memorial and funeral services were scheduled to take place. He walked to a secluded part of the grounds on the edge of the crowd of mourners and from the shadow of Hogwarts he saw the casket where Harry Potter was lay to rest. He couldn’t see him from this far away, but he wished that he could. Letting his tears fall he whispered to the wind.
“Bye, Harry, I loved you.”
The words were taken by the wind never to be heard by the only person who ever wished to hear them. Revenge was sweet, but now he knew that all this time revenge does not compare to the hearth ache that it brings, the hearth ache that he himself brought down upon himself.
Fin
Title:Sweet Revenge
Prompt: #5 Submitted by: naturegirlrocks
Pairing:Draco/Harry
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:angst, infidelity, character death, sex, blowjob, crude language, and humiliation.
Word Count:3,975
Summary:Draco thought that revenge was everything
Notes:I want to say thank you to my last minute beta hitsuzen_hime because when I needed a beta she step up and help me out. *hugs you* for everything you did with for this fic and to the person that ask for this prompt I hope I have capture what you wished and a thank you to my cousin Ceci for pointing out that I was not capturing the song to it's fullest. And last but not least to the Mods for a wonderful fest *gets tissues ready* and let the crying begin.
Sweet Revenge
Harry took another drag off of his cigarette and exhaled out the smoke, he had his shirt off and was sitting down by the window with the window pane cracked open a bit to let the smoke out, the ash tray off to the side.
He leaned forward and took a final drag of his cigarette, extinguish it on the ashtray and exhaling out the last of the cigarette smoke. He got up and moved towards his bedroom. Moving to the bathroom and opening the taps. While waiting for the water to warm, he moved to the bathroom mirror and just looked at his reflection, dragging a hand over his five-o’clock shadow he looked to the left and then to the right inspecting his face. He needed a shave but he would do it after the shower, he still had plenty of time.
Harry opened his fly and slid down the zipper, pulling his trousers along with the pants down, pushing them to the side with his foot. Leaving the discarded clothing behind as he stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade over his head and body, relaxing the muscles that had been tense.
Slowly, he rotated his shoulders to help the water along and gave a sigh as the water forcibly relaxed him a little bit more. He picked up the shampoo and dripped a little bit onto the palm of his hand and washed his hair, finishing with that he next picked up his soap and carefully lathered the wash-cloth and soaped his body before moving back into the spray to rise everything off.
Taking the soap back into his hand and lathering his palms, he put the soap bar back and took his cock into his hand and pulled on it gently. Feeling his cock beginning to swell, he closed his eyes and started to wank. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped, he loved the leisurely buildup of excitement that he got when he wanked himself slowly. After a while he felt his climax approaching and with a final pull his spunk hit the shower wall. He rinsed one final time and closed the taps before stepping out of the shower, flinging the towel around his waist as he walked toward the mirror. With one hand he wiped the fog off of the mirror and began to shave.
When he finished shaving he cleaned his razor and wiped his face with the hand towel and walked out of the bathroom and up to his wardrobe, flinging the door opened and scowling at his clothes, he never knew what to wear. Harry pulled down a pair of distressed denims, they felt like -and looked like- a second skin. Next, he selected a red polo shirt and pulled it on. Turning and glancing at the mirror that was charmed to stick to the wall, scrubbing a hand through his still damp hair and let it lay in disarray.
Checking the clock, he saw that he would be running late for his appointment and rushed to pick up his shoes and put them on. He grabbed a leather jacket and on the way out, he picked up his wand, keys, and the packet of cigarettes that lay where he had left when he came in last night.
He closed the door and jogged down the stairs, passing his landlady’s open door without stopping to say hello or goodbye, and walked outside and around to the back of the building where he knew the apparition point was. With a final look around, he apparated out of the alley. When he arrived at the abandoned warehouse that was his destination, he walked up to the building and knocked three times. While waiting for someone to come to the door he pulled out another cigarette from the packet and put it to his lips before lighting it with the tip of his wand. Puffing to light it and exhaling the smoke.
Harry hated coming here, he felt like he was hiding. Well wasn’t he? Or more like, weren’t they? Their romance had started by mistake and it had only escalated after that. The first time they had kissed, it had been an accident and from there everything had just spiraled out of control.
“I hate it when you smoke.” A silky voice said from behind him.
He turned and saw Draco, or what he thought was Draco as he was wearing a hooded robe. When he passed under an overhead light he saw that he was indeed Draco, the flickering light catching a golden lock and making it shine in the darkened alley. Harry waited until Draco was near him; he thought this time it was going to be different, that this time Draco was going to at least acknowledge him with a little light kiss. Again, that was too much to ask from Draco when he finally closed the distance between them Draco only raised his hand, and with a fist, pounded on the door.
“Password.” A gruff voice said out of the little slot window that had opened in the door. Harry could never make out the face, all he could ever see was the darkness.
Harry knew that the only reason they saw each other here was the freedom that it brought. This was a reputable establishment where no one knew who you were and they didn’t really care. The proprietors charged a hefty amount of money to give their clients the anonymity they desired, and they had never let anyone down.
“Sweet Revenge.”
The door slid open and the two men moved inside, within lay a table, upon which lay their portkey. They both took hold of it and disappeared, landing in their customary room. A plane and utilitarian space, with a floor covered in dusty black carpet, and in the middle, a bed. To the left of the bed was a small desk, the bed itself was covered with a set of familiar black silk sheets.
Harry moved to the bed and as was his habit, he ran his hands over the soft silk, marveling at the softness of it. Moving away from the bed and turning around he noticed that Draco had started to disrobe. Following his example, Harry started to remove his own clothes as well. But while Draco took off his garments off and folded them with great care, Harry just discarded his clothing on the floor carelessly, leaving a trail of cloth as he walked nearer Draco.
When he was standing in front of the pale beautiful body he reached his hand out to touch. Stroking the hard marble ridges of his stomach, and allowing his fingertips to travel up the hard planes of his companion’s torso until he could drag his fingers through that silky blond hair. He constantly craved the sensation of his hands carding through soft strands, to touch that hair every day. Hell, every hour of every day and yet he couldn’t.
Harry couldn’t count the number of times that he had to close his hands into fists as the urge to run his fingers through that hair over came him. Every time that they had walked past each other in the corridors of the Ministry he had fought the urge to push Draco into an alcove or empty office and just plead with his sometimes lover to fuck him against the wall. But he couldn’t, Draco had made it very clear that no one could ever know about them, so every time he had just walked by him as if they’d never kissed, never touched, never fucked.
However now he could grab those golden strands and twist them into a fist, dragging Draco’s head down until he could capture his mouth in a searing kiss. With a soft groan of pleasure, he pushed his tongue inside Draco’s mouth, savoring the chance to duel with the other appendage. It was rare that Draco allowed him the privilege of dominance and this time was no exception, as Draco took control over the kiss. With a rough push to his shoulders Harry fell backwards onto the bed, followed quickly by Draco, who landed on top of him. The rest of their clothes was quickly discarded every which way in a hurried frenzy, as the last stitch of clothing was removed Harry knew that he wanted it rough and hard.
He felt as if something different was about to happened, he wanted this even if it was to be the end, but of course that would never happened. He loved Draco, and Draco loved him, right?
The two lovers rolled over on the bed, shifting until Harry found himself on top, he grasped Draco’s cock and began to pull on it gently. At the head he gave a little twist of his wrist to give Draco more stimulation as he knew that was what the blond preferred. He wandlessly accio’ed the lube that he kept in his pocket. Capturing the vial with his free hand, he poured a hefty amount on his fingers and while he wiggle down Draco’s body and took his lover’s cock into his mouth. Carefully, he moved his other hand back to his puckered hole and pushed a finger inside, closing his eyes at the feeling of being again filled while his head bobbed over the hard length of his lover’s cock. With his mouth still on Draco’s cock he carefully set a rhythm, swallowing around the hard length as he fingered his own entrance.
Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Draco, he was startle to see the raw need in his lover’s eyes. Letting go of Draco’s cock with one final suck, he crawled up his body and kissed Draco tenderly. The next moment he was turned and his hands were grabbed and pushed up to be held in a strong grip. With one knee his legs were shoved open and another hand was where a few minutes ago his own hand had been, but this time it was not penetrating, it was guiding a larger appendage inside. Harry closed his eyes at the burning sensation that always accompanied penetration when he wasn’t fully prepared.
Wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist, Harry found himself holding on for dear life as he was brutally pounded in to the mattress, the pace Draco set was punishingly brutal. The intense look in his grey eyes as Draco pushed in and out of his body seemed to burn, the fire blazing in them almost seemed enough to burn him alive.
When his neglected cock was finally taken in a rough grip and fisted in concert with the pounding his ass was receiving, Harry couldn’t hold back the rising heat in his gut any longer. He lost his battle to make it last and let go, as he had been near climax since the moment he had locked gazes with his beautiful, passionate lover. Closing his eyes against the onslaught, he came. Coating Draco’s hand with jets of warm seed, with the final spurt he lost will to move and sunk into a boneless heap as Draco stilled with his own release. Lazily he opened his eyes and smiled tenderly at Draco, he raised his hand and ran it through that glorious hair again. He would never get tired of that, he thought.
“I love you, Draco.” He whispered as he closed his eyes and let his hand fall back onto the bed.
After a long moment Draco rolled off, and Harry drug himself around the bed until both he and Draco were both comfortable. Tenderly, he put his head down on Draco’s shoulder and tossed his arm over his chest and with a final sleepy smile and a kiss to his forehead from Draco, he fell asleep.
~*~
For a long moment Draco just looked at him, then carefully he removed himself from Harry’s side as quietly as he could. He got up and walked into the bathroom, looked at his reflection, and smirked. He had finally done it! He was so proud of himself and his father would finally be too. He stepped out of the bathroom and moved to where he’d left his folded cloak. Removing his wand from the inside of his cloak, he waved his wand smoothly and with a quick series of spells he was clean and dressed. Quietly padding to a corner of the room cloaked in shadow, he bent over a small antique desk that was the only other furniture beside the bed and carpet under his feet and rummaged about until he found a quill and a sheet of parchment. He sat down to pen his final note and put his crowning achievement on the humiliation of Harry Potter.
Potter,
By the time you read this note, I would be long gone and married, before you say anything or think anything there is something you should know. You were never, and will never be, anything to me. While you were undoubtedly a fine piece of ass, I will laugh all my life knowing that I had the great Harry Potter moaning like a whore under me and how I shall enjoy each moment of that triumph!
This, Potter, is my revenge for all the shit you’ve ever put me through. Perhaps I shall let my father and his friends see what a whore you are... How easily the Boy-Who-Lived opened his legs to accommodate any cock that offers? But do you want to know the best part? My pièce de résistance, if you will? When you said ‘I love you’, that was truly priceless. That the great Harry Potter fell in love with someone who would never love him back.
Revenge is sweet isn’t it, Potter?
With all my love,
Draco Malfoy
With a flourish and a smile, he signed his name and folded the parchment before depositing it on his pillow. With a critical eye he surveyed the effect before walking back to the desk and picking up the quill and quickly transfiguring it into a red rose which he then placed atop the missive.
Smirking at the irony of the tender touch, he wished he could be there when Potter finally opened the note and read it. Alas the pensieve memory would have to suffice to relive his triumph. He could all ready see his erstwhile lover crying his little heart out with despair.
With one last look Draco walked out of the room and apparated out of there. He had known all this time where they were, he was after all, in charged of the arrangement and location. Foolish Potter had always thought it had been a third party establishment. If he only knew that he, Draco Malfoy, had set every single piece of this intricate game.
Draco arrived at his ancestral home and walked up to his father office, knocked, and entered when he was bid. He moved inside and closed the door, just leaning on it as he watched his father write. When his father finished what he was doing, he deposited the quill back in the inkwell and carefully blotted the page before looking up at him.
“Well?”
“It’s done.”
“Perfect.” Lucius Malfoy smiled coldly and got up from behind the desk, bidding goodnight to his son and walked out the study, leaving Draco standing alone in the doorway, not looking at anything and thinking of what he had just done. Everything had gone right according to plan.
~*~
Harry opened his eyes and stretched his arms up and then let them fall to the sides, when his arm encountered the letter on the pillow next to him he smiled. Bringing the rose to his nose to smell it, if he could squeal he would as he brought the rose back to his face and let the soft petals caress his face. He reached his hand out and picked up the letter and grinned happily. Maybe Draco had to leave early and this was his way of apologizing to him, his happiness grew and as he opened the letter to read, his smile disappeared when he read the content of the letter. He let the letter float down to the floor as he sat up, he picked up the rose and saw it for what it was. A joke, a joke that made a mockery of him and a mockery of his love.
He got up and changed in a dream like state, he walked out the door leaving behind the rose and note behind. Not caring that he was leaving the door open, how could he when he was leaving his heart behind in a million pieces? Harry walked outside, looked around, and concentrated on where he was going. He turned and apparated and then apparated again before finally appearing outside Hogwarts.
He walked silently inside Hogwarts, not caring if anyone saw him or not. He reach the Astronomy tower and walked up the stairs, he walked inside and to the window, he looked up and then down. He put his foot in the windowsill and pushed himself up and stood on it, he looked down again.
He looked up at the sky and took the final step and let go. Closing his eyes at the feel of the air rushing past his face and the feel of freedom that flying always gave him, a freedom that he had thought he had found finally just for him. An escape from the hollow image that the Wizarding world insisted on moulding him into. How very wrong he had been! Once again he had been proven to be a hollow shell, not someone worth loving as Draco had proven to him. Opening his eyes, he saw his life flash through his mind before his body hit the ground, extinguishing the light of his eyes forever.
~*~
Draco was sipping his coffee, quietly contemplating what to have for breakfast when the morning paper came. He took the Daily Prophet from the owl and payed him, after he’d watch the bird fly out the window he opened the newspaper and took up his coffee cup. Taking a sip, he glanced down at the headlines and spat out the mouthful in shock. He carelessly deposited the cup in the saucer, not paying the slightest bit of attention as it hit the edge of the porceline rim uneavenly and the cup fell to the side, spilling its contents onto the white linen table cloth. He was more absorbed in trying to make sense of the headline:
“THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, DIES!”
“Dear Reader,
It is with a heavy heart that this reporter relays the sad news that the Boy-Who-Lived has died. We don’t know the details of how it happened, but we do know that our Hero was visiting his old school when the accident took place. This is all the information that we have at this time, additional details will be published for our readers upon the release of any new findings that-”
Draco let the paper fall from his numb fingers and into the table; he couldn’t believe what he had just read. He had been with Harry just yesterday penning that letter. He got up so fast that he didn’t notice the chair that was upholster in a rich cream silk with floral embroidery fall to the ground. Snatching the paper back up and left the dining room, walking fast to his fathers study, where he knew his resided every morning. When he was in front of the dark wooden door, he didn’t bother knocking and just went right through. Barging on his father, startling him in the process and making him drop his quill, staining his papers and desk in the process.
“What is the meaning of this, Draco?” His father scolded him as he took out his wand from inside his cane that had been leaning against the desk and cleaning the blotches of ink that had fallen.
“Have you seen the paper today?” He asked, brandishing the paper at his father.
“Oh, yes, I have.” Lucius got up from the chair and around the desk and walked forward to snatch the paper from out of his hands, “I must say I am quite impressed, Draco. You did such an amazing job, to the point where he actually killed himself!” Lucius patted him on the shoulder and smirked, “Our Lord will be very proud.”
With that he went back and sat down behind his desk, dismissing Draco as he continue with what he had been doing, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
What had he done? He had done it as revenge against everything that Potter had done to him during school, but he would have never have thought that Potter was going to kill himself. He was, after all, the Boy-Who-Lived. He wasn’t suppose to die!
Draco walked out of the study and up the stairs, not paying attention to the family portraits that lined the Manor walls, or the imported and expensive urkish carpets under his feet. Draco just kept on walking in a state of disbelief and shock, as he reached his room he turned the doorknob and opened the door. Entering his chambers, he closed the door behind him and leaned on it as he had done the day prior in his father’s study. He closed his eyes and exhaled, when he opened them again the world was oddly blurry. Moving his hand up to rub his eyes, he found his fingertips had come away wet.
He looked down at his hand in shock and watched it blur again, he knew why he was crying he couldn’t deny it any longer. He would miss him. He could never take back those harmful words he had written, he could never go to him and ask for forgiveness and tell him he loved him.
He wiped his eyes and rubbed his palm against his leg and walked to his king sized bed with its dark green silk sheets that made such a perfect contrast with his pale skin. He looked around his room and saw the nightstand and wardrobe, the same dark wood as the bed. Everything was the same as it had always been but now Draco saw it with new eyes, he was just a spoiled little rich boy. A pampered child that when he had something good he had fucked it up. Draco climbed into the bed and closed his eyes falling asleep after awhile.
The next day he woke up and took a shower, after carefully dressing in his black chinos and black long sleeve button up shirt, he pulled on his black blazer and bent down to put on his shoes and left his room. Once outside he apparated to Hogwarts where the memorial and funeral services were scheduled to take place. He walked to a secluded part of the grounds on the edge of the crowd of mourners and from the shadow of Hogwarts he saw the casket where Harry Potter was lay to rest. He couldn’t see him from this far away, but he wished that he could. Letting his tears fall he whispered to the wind.
“Bye, Harry, I loved you.”
The words were taken by the wind never to be heard by the only person who ever wished to hear them. Revenge was sweet, but now he knew that all this time revenge does not compare to the hearth ache that it brings, the hearth ache that he himself brought down upon himself.
Fin