Title: Rough on You
Rating: M – Adult
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Dom!Harry, Sub!Draco, anal, oral, hard bdsm, male on male sex, angry super!powerful Harry of course.
Summary: Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.
Author's Note: This was supposed to be a filthy dirty one shot pwp, but actually seems to have developed a plot all on its own. It is kind of one of those super powerful Harry stories, and I do so love tormenting Draco. I'm shamelessly posting this to get a break from my long HP story, though if you read that one I swear an update is on the way!
It was trying having to always be good. To always make the right decision, to always have to be the bigger person. Mione was always on his back to do what was right, while she let Ron slide when he was less than upstanding. He felt anything but at the moment. He was fingering his wand, glare settled on Cho across the room.
"Harry…"
He didn't look away, enjoying the look of fear on Cho's face. "Busy."
"Harry James Potter."
He glanced at Hermione, jaw tightening in anger, "What?"
"You need to calm down."
"Did you see what she said Mione?"
She shifted uncomfortably and glanced down at the daily prophet where the headline "The Chosen One's Dirty Sex Secrets Exposed!" flashed. She bit her lip, "I did Harry… she was just upset you broke it off… she… you need to calm down."
"No, I don't think so."
"Well what in Merlin do you think you're going to do."
He paused, thinking about it, "I'm thinking some kind of hex, not sure which one."
She looked shocked, "Harry, you wouldn't."
Ron glanced up from the table, a grin on his face, "I don't know Mione, he sure looks like he might do it."
He had stood up without really noticing and took a step forward before Mione tugged on his sleeve. "Harry, you can't."
"I sure as hell-"
"You're supposed to be a role model. What will people think if-"
He violently jerked his arm out of her grip, "Bloody hell!" He turned on heel and headed out of the Great Hall, too angry to think straight. It didn't help that an open daily prophet caught his eye as he was heading out, the smaller headline reading, "Read how Harry Potter likes it kinky!"
He was oblivious to anything else as he stormed through the hallways. Who did that bitch think she was? Not only did she splash every secret he ever told her across the prophet, he didn't even do some of those things with her. He heard footsteps and figured it was Mione coming to yell at him.
He stopped abruptly and swung around, "What?"
He had the joy of watching Draco Malfoy stumble, eyes wide before composing himself. It didn't last long and he almost shuddered as that sneer came across his face, "Hey now, no need to get rough Potter, though I hear that is how you like it."
He stared at him for a long moment until Draco started to actually look uncomfortable but finally rolled his shoulders, letting how a whoosh of air. "Not now Malfoy." He didn't bother waiting for an answer before he turned and started heading back to his dorm. If he got into it with Malfoy the way he was feeling he wasn't sure how bad it would get.
He had hoped that would be the end of it but if there was one thing he could count on it was for Malfoy to not know when to give it a rest. He only made it a few steps before someone was grabbing at his sleeve, "Who do you bloody well think you are, I was talking to you Potter."
Harry grabbed Draco's wrist where he grabbed on to him and spun, shoving the blonde hard enough against the wall to knock the wind out of him. Draco tried to raise his other hand, the one with the wand in it, but Harry grabbed that one too and slammed it against the wall hard enough to make him drop the wand. "Listen when I say this Malfoy, because there will be no second chance today, leave me alone. Crawl back to whatever rock you came out from and we'll call it a day."
He gave him a superficial shove against the wall to get his point across and let him go, arrogantly turning his back to him. He moved just in time to dodge the spell and spun, a grin on his face. Oh, it was going to be nice taking his anger out on one of the only people in the school that would really deserve it. He didn't bother with his wand, close enough that he'd rather get his hands on the other. He grabbed him by the throat as he slammed him against the wall, yanking his wand out of his hand. "You couldn't just let it go, could you?"
Draco tried to respond, probably not something nice by the look on his face, but with Harry's grip he could barely breathe. Harry idly watched Draco scrambling at his hand, trying to loosen the grip. He waited until Draco was making desperate sounds before letting go, Draco falling to his knees gasping for breath. Harry eyed him, "I hear you spend a lot of time in this position." Draco glanced up at him but was still trying to relearn on how to breathe. "Heard you've sucked half the cocks in Hogwarts, gotta say, didn't really take you for the type to-"
Draco lunged at him but Harry only moved to the side, laughing. Draco finally scrambled to his feet and tried another shot at Harry. "I'll show you cocksucker!" He swung at Harry and almost hit him and Harry had enough. He grabbed him by the robe and shoved him into the nearest empty room, heading back out to grab Draco's wand while the other tried to right himself.
Harry slid Draco's wand into his back pocket and followed Draco in. "Hey, who am I to complain if you want to show me how you suck cock."
He had only planned on teasing Draco a bit, blow off a bit of steam, but Draco's face was red, and he was practically shaking with rage. "You touch me again and I'll kill you."
"I'll do what I want, Malfoy. You think I'm afraid of you?"
"You damn well better be Potter, you mess with me and you'll be deader than your precious Godfather-"
Harry punched him in the stomach, making him double over with a look of shock on his face. He barely had time to recover before he socked him across the face, Draco stumbling at the blow. He almost got his hands up to block the next hit, but Harry caught him high across the cheek and he went down, bleeding. While he was trying to wipe the blood away Harry kicked him in the side, before reaching down to grab him by the hair. "Oh you picked the wrong day Malfoy." He had only had a slight grasp on his anger when he left the Great Hall but now it just snapped. He dragged Malfoy to his knees. "Didn't you say something about wanting to show me what a cocksucker you were?"
He was sure Draco could see the truth in his eyes, Harry confirming what some of the stories said. So he liked it rough, but he hadn't done those things with Cho. No, the things he wanted to do were too sordid to do with a girl… too sordid to do with someone that would tell. He wanted to hurt Draco, wanted to make his scream, and there was no one to stop him. He worked on getting his pants undone. Draco was shaking his head, "I'm not touching your cock Potter."
He shot him a grin before tangling with his pants again, having trouble with the zipper. He really thought Draco should be fighting him more but the other boy just stared up at him, fury in his eyes. "Oh, you'll suck me off if I have to put imperious on you."
For the first time fear slid into Draco's eyes, "You wouldn't. You're Harry bloody Potter."
"Thought you read the prophet Malfoy, didn't you read what I like to do. What I'm capable of?" Never mind that the stuff she had said wasn't true, and he couldn't help the bitterness in the words. "Just do what you're told." He finally got his cock to pop free, hard at the thought of forcing Malfoy to do this and brutally shoved it towards Draco's mouth, expecting the other to turn his head or refuse to open his mouth, shocked when instead he found himself slipping all the way into the other's throat on the first thrust.
"Damn, I knew those rumors were true." He grabbed the blonde hair with both hands, letting his cock slide between those lips. He glanced down, cock twitching at the look of anger on the other's face. Forcing Draco to do this, forcing him with threats and violence made him harder than he could ever remember being, and it felt too good to feel much shame about that at the moment.
"Merlin you are good at this, how much time do you spend sucking cock?"
He could see Draco's muscles tensing at the tone, and he pulled back as far as he could with Harry grip. He glared up at Harry, "I hate you."
He gave him a rough shove back down onto his cock, "Like I care. Keep sucking." Part of him had trouble believing it as the blonde glared at him for a moment more before going back to sucking him, flicking his tongue over the head. Harry grunted, letting Draco do his thing for a few minutes before getting a good grip on him by his hair and thrusting hard, making the other gag. The sound only pushed him on and before he knew it he was coming. Draco tried to pull back, sputtering, but Harry held him all the way down, forcing him to swallow.
He only let the other pull back once the tremors stopped, but tightened his grip when Draco tried to pull away. "Lick me clean." Again that heated glare was thrown at him but Draco did as he was told, licking Harry clean. When he was done Harry shoved him away, making him fall onto his back. He was quite the sight, his blonde hair sticking out every which way from Harry's grip, red swollen lips with a bit of cum dribbled down his chin, but what really caught Harry's eyes was the massive hard on pressing against Draco's pants. He couldn't help the laugh as he pulled up his pants.
Draco looked startled as Harry grabbed him and pulled him to his feet, chuckling. He turned Draco and shoved him face down over a desk, reaching one hand around to palm Draco through his pants, "Oh, looks like you like it rough too."
He struggled to get up but Harry was stronger and had the leverage. He hissed out, "Get your hands off of me, I do not like it rough."
He laughed, tracing the outline of Draco's dick through his pants. "Feels like you do." He reached one arm around Draco and pulled him up and though it was a struggle he got Draco's robe off. He mockingly crooned at him, "Come on baby, quit playing hard to get."
Draco made a helpless sound as Harry shoved him back down, the sound making his dick twitch and try to get hard again. He held Draco down with one hand at the back of his neck and reached around with the other one to undo his pants, pulling them down to Draco's thighs. As soon as his cock was free it nearly sprung out, hitting Draco's stomach and leaving a trail of precum. Harry ran his hand over it, precum making his fingers slide easily over the head. "You really are aching for it, aren't you?"
Draco nearly sobbed out, "Let me go!"
"Oh, I don't think you really want that." He sped up his hand, Draco's hips twitching. Soon the sounds of protest the other had been making turned into whimpers and moans and he leaned in close, "Tell me that being my bitch makes you hard." He bit at the others neck, enjoying the resulting moan. "Tell me that sucking my cock makes you hard." He waited a few more moments and put more force behind the words, "Tell me, Malfoy."
"I will not…" Draco's words cut off as he panted, getting closer to coming.
Harry laughed softly and sped up his hand, waiting until Draco's body tensed and his balls were pulling up against his body before he pulled his hand away. Draco cried out at the abrupt loss of touching and scrambled to grab at himself, but Harry grabbed both wrists, slamming them down against the desk hard enough to bruise.
"Merlin, Potter! Get your hands back on me!" His hips bucked wildly as he tried to get friction, trying to yank his hands out of Harry's grip. He was so bloody close his cock was twitching. "Merlin just…" He was whimpering but gave a final tug at his wrists and made an annoyed sound, "Sucking your cock made me hard, okay? Now get your bloody hands back on me!" Harry smiled, making a tsking sound that had Draco moaning in frustration. "I hate you!"
"That's fine, as long as you say it."
"I…" He finally let out a whimper and the words were ground out between clenched teeth, "Being your bitch makes me hard, now bloody touch me!"
Harry rubbed the inside of Draco's wrist with his thumb, "Maybe if you ask nice."
"You've got to be…" There was a renewed struggle to get free but he stilled when Harry tightened his grip until it hurt and his cock was aching, "Please touch me."
Harry let go of his hands but made no effort to touch him so Draco scrambled to get his hand on himself, tugging hard at his dick. It didn't take much to send him over, crying out as he came over himself and the desk. Harry continued to lean over Draco, waiting for the other to come back to his senses.
Draco panted, trying to calm his body down. Slowly the arousal faded, to be replaced by a red hot humiliation. He ached from the brief fight, and he had his own come covering his hand and his stomach, pooling on the desk beneath him. He had… he had begged Harry to touch him, he had let the other put him on his knees. He struggled to get up, snapping out, "Get off of me!"
Harry laughed, pulling back fast enough that Draco stumbled. He whirled to face him, an insult on the tip of his tongue but Harry beat him to it. "I think I already did get off on you. Well, in your mouth at least."
Draco sputtered at that, the salty taste of Harry's cum in his mouth too much of a reminder of what he had done to be able to deny it. In fact, for once in his life he couldn't think of anything to say, his face feeling hot all the way to his ears as he scrambled to tuck himself away and do up his pants. He reached for his wand, intending to hex the other but couldn't find it. He tried to subtly search for it as Harry watched him with an eyebrow raised. He was getting desperate when Harry headed for the exit. He nearly growled out, "Don't you walk away from me."
Harry shook his head, "Oh Draco, what do you think you're going to do?"
"As soon as I find my wand-"
He held up the wand in question, "You mean this wand?"
Draco's jaw dropped open and he snapped, "Give it to me!" He put a hand up, "Don't even say it Potter, just give me my wand."
"Sure thing." Draco took a step towards him with his hand out but only made it halfway before Harry laughed, "As soon as you ask me for it in the Great Hall."
That made him hesitate and his face burned at the thought of having to go ask for his wand from Potter in front of all those people, "The Great Hall?"
Harry nodded and looked him up and down, "And wear something red or I won't be giving it back." He slipped it into his pocket and headed out the door, "See you soon Draco." Once Harry was out the door Draco glanced around, wincing at the mess. He was startled as Harry popped his head back in, "Oh yea, and thanks for the blow job."
Harry listened to Draco cursing as he headed down the hallway, a grin on his face and feeling much better than he had in quite a while. He was on to something here.
He didn't really expect Draco to approach him at lunch, he was sure the other would need longer than that to compose himself. So he was surprised when he heard footsteps cautiously approaching him. He whirled in his seat, a grin on his face, only to have it falter as instead of an embarrassed Slytherin, Cho stood there. She looked like she was going to speak and Harry turned back to his table, ignoring her.
"Harry…"
"Get out of here."
"Listen, I want to talk-"
"I don't care Cho. If you were smart, you'd leave. Now."
She took a step forward and put her hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry that I-"
He threw off her hand as he surged to his feet, hand at his wand. Only Ron rocking to his feet and grabbing him stopped him from doing something that he probably would have regretted. She looked startled and took a step back, her hand going for her own wand. Harry nearly snarled, "I don't want to hear it. You're lucky I don't hex you." He gave into Ron's tugging on his sleeve and turned to sit down. He could hear her stand there for a minute and then leave, and he took a deep breath. He shoved away his plate in anger, ignoring the worried looks from his friends, his earlier good mood gone.
"Harry, what were you going to do?"
He glanced up at Mione, at the worry on her face, and frowned. He stood up abruptly and headed out of the Great Hall. Just before he made it out the door he glanced at the Slytherin table, meeting those silver eyes. He hesitated, some part of his anger soothed when Draco glanced down, and then he was gone, hoping to take the time to calm down before his next class.
Classes went smoothly once Harry calmed down, secure in the thought that Cho wouldn't make the mistake of trying to talk to him again. He kept an eye on Draco, the thought of him at some point begging for his wand back, soothing the rage inside him. It was particularly satisfying to watch him try to explain to the charms teacher why he didn't have his wand, and couldn't perform the spells. He shifted slightly in his seat, his dick sitting up and taking a little bit of notice at what he could do to the little blonde, but he pressed his lips together, that was something he really shouldn't do again. A red hot glare was sent in his direction as Draco took his seat again and one corner of his mouth lifted, he really shouldn't.
Harry was really looking forward to dinner, as he was sure Draco wouldn't go a night without his wand. He had thought throughout the day the best way to deal with him, and went he heard steps behind him he couldn't help but grin. He didn't look up until Ron made an annoyed sound, "What do you want Malfoy?"
He seemed startled to be confronted by Ron and there was a moment of silence before Draco spoke up, "I need to talk to Potter."
Harry chuckled as he took another bite of dinner. "We don't really need to talk Malfoy, don't you have something to ask me?"
He could almost swear he heard Draco grinding his teeth together. "Give it back Potter."
He still didn't look up. "That didn't sound like asking."
Ron was glancing back and forth between them, "What's going on?"
"Can I have my wand back?"
Ron's eyes widened as he glanced at Harry, "You have his wand? When did you get his wand?"
"Don't worry about it Ron." He continued to read the book open in front on him, "I'd ask nicer."
"Potter, if you don't-" There was a huff of annoyance and Draco ground out, "Please can I have my wand, Potter."
He snorted a little but pulled the wand out of the inside pocket of his robe and held it out over his shoulder, all without even glancing at Draco. There was a moment where nothing happened and then he felt the wand snatched out of his hand. He didn't hear steps moving away and idly asked, "Waiting for something?"
"You… you said you wouldn't give it back unless I was wearing red."
"True, I did."
Draco sounded puzzled, "Didn't… don't you want to see that I did?"
Harry laughed as he turned, "I guess if it means that much to you to show me, I mean you do already have your wand and all though."
Draco seemed to realize that and his face turned red as he stomped off towards his table, red scarf trailing after him. Harry couldn't help the smirk as it slid across his face and he watched him all the way to his table. He finally shook his head and went back to his homework, the early incident with Cho completely forgotten.
