The first posted Draco fanfiction.
WARNING: This fic involves strong sexual activity/rape between two men (Slash) and has some bad language. It's really an adult fanfiction, but neither of us has an account on an adult site, so let this be your warning! Don't read it if you don't like it!
I'm not sure the length of this story, and I'll try to update as frequently as possible. Reviews do help! The more I get, the faster the update.
Flames however, do not, since you were in fact WARNED. Do not tell me this fic is too "Rated M" because like said 3 times, I warned you and I already know. The following chapters won't be as violent as the first.
I don't own this, J.K. Rowling does.
Scared, Potter?
Harry couldn't feel a thing.
He was simply numb. Unable to fight, rebel or even move. Some of the bruises were fading, while others were only just forming. He's always expected that this would be how the end was, but feeling it, actually going through it, was so much worse then words could describe. Everyday, a Death Eater, usually one he'd never seen before, would enter the chamber he was being held, and beat him bloody.
Now and then, Voldemort would enter, and taunt him with visions of his family and friends dying. He knew they were all dead. He knew there was no one to save him. And he didn't want to be saved, either.
He just wanted to die.
He'd always been told that the Dark Lord wouldn't just kill. He would torture you until you begged for death- pleaded for him to end your life. Harry was beginning to think it was time for him to give up.
He was surprised when one morning, nobody came in. Usually his worst session took places in the mornings, and he thought it hard to believe they were giving him a break.
However, soon enough, the door opened and footsteps echoed down the stares. Harry didn't even bother to look up; he just hung, bound by his ankles and wrists to the wall, and prepared to die. His face seemed to hang lower then the rest of him, giving him a perfect view of his nude body, covered with scars, cuts and bloody messes. The Deatheaters seemed to think it funny, leaving him naked.
You could see the effect of your beating better when somebody was.
"Scared, Potter?" Came a familiar voice. Draco Malfoy. Harry didn't say anything.
"I asked you a question!" Draco bellowed, ramming his knee into Harry's chest.
Harry whispered hoarsely, "Not anymore." Draco smiled, flipping out his wand.
"Crucio," he said. Harry began to jolt, screaming, as pain seeped through his body. Draco suddenly paused though, proud of himself, and repeated his question, "Scared, Potter?"
Harry snarled, "You wish, Malfoy."
"Fine then. Maybe a bit more will convince you. Unless you're too frightened and prefer me to stop?" Malfoy taunted.
"Just get it over with. Kill me, like you want," Harry hissed.
Malfoy seemed almost…hurt by this comment. "Potter, whatever would give you that idea?"
"Maybe it had something to do with your threats. Your seemingly strong need to piss me off."
"For your information, Potter, I was sent down here by my father. Seems he thinks it's my turn to try out some skills on you."
"Well, aren't you going to try them?" Harry asked, "Aren't you going to beat me, like the others."
"You seem to have this idea in your head that I hate you," Draco muttered, "That's alright. I'll fix that, quite easily, too." Draco laid his finger under Harry's chin and lifted his face, and then, to Harry's immense surprise, Draco leaned forward and captured his lips. He pressed hard, forcing his tongue into Harry's mouth. And Harry, unable to do a thing, silently let him.
Draco ran his hands along Harry's body. Staring at his shoulders, and stopping briefly to squeeze each nipple of Harry's tightly, twisting the skin around them ever so gently. Draco's hands traveled further, sliding along the lines of Harry's lips, and finally, Draco wrapped his hand around Harry's growing erection. Harry moaned, in spite of the anger he felt for the other male.
Draco pressed his lips tightly to Harry's again.
His hands continued to trace Harry's body, one still holding Harry's cock, the other first traveling to gently massage his balls, then slipping to Harry's rear, squeezing the round buttocks and sticking two fingers inside Harry.
"Malfoy!" Harry said through his teeth.
"What, more?" Draco grinned, happy with himself, and stuck a third finger inside Harry.
Harry gritted his teeth from the pain and slight pleasure it was giving him.
"Malfoy!" Harry growled again, saying a list of swear words after under his breath.
"You're right, Potter. This could be much more fun, couldn't it?" Malfoy smiled, again, and picked up his wand, which he'd dropped casually to the side of Harry. With a few words and a flick of his wrist, the chains binding Harry broke and Harry fell to the hard ground below. "Why don't you say, get up?" Draco said, whispering Imperio and forcing the raven-haired male to stand. "Now, I always have trouble getting these robes off, why don't you help me?"
Harry, against his own free will, began stripping Draco of his clothing, until both were standing, fully nude, in front of each other. "Touch me. No. Suck me." Malfoy's orders where met, as Harry fell reluctantly to his knees and wrapped his mouth around Draco's enormous member, sucking hard, as if he was using the chance for a meal. Draco stumbled back, and leaned against the wall, as Harry continued. Harry's tongue darted up and down the still growing tool, the tip slipping swiftly into the head's entrance. Draco lost all control, as the climax came and he hissed into the pleasurable orgasm.
"Drink it down. You must be hungry," Draco commanded, as Harry, reluctant as ever, drank the spill from the blonde boy. Finally, he let Harry got, and the weak prisoner collapsed on the ground. Draco hunched down, pulling Harry into a sitting position.
"Still with me, Potter?" Draco asked.
"You fowl, brutal little-" Harry was cut off as Draco kissed him passionately again.
Draco pulled back, "Good boy. However, I suppose if I want you bulkier for next time I'd better feed you something."
"Next time," Harry repeated.
"Maybe next time I'll give you a little something, too. After you finish with me, of course," Draco walked over to a large metal table, the only piece of furniture in the room and picked up a tray of food, brining it over and setting it next to Harry.
"Eat. I've still got an hour left down here. We aren't done yet."
"Does dear old daddy know you're doing this?" Harry asked. "Doesn't he think you're down here to hurt me?"
"I've decided it's easiest to just let my father think what he wants. But it's not like you'll tell, if you ever want any hospitality while you're here again."
"You call this hospitality?" Harry scowled.
"I call that plate of food that you've almost finished with hospitality. I call the lack of bruises you'll be receiving from me hospitality. Or at least, they'll be far different bruises then you'll get from my father."
"What do you get out of this?" Harry spat.
"Your body. God, Potter, I'm starting to think your slower then I'd imagined. I've wanted to fuck you silly since first year. Now, I'll finally get my chance."
"Not if there isn't anything of me left, and I assure you, somebody in the next few days will take care of that!" Harry said.
"Potter, you underestimate my need for you. Yes, your body, your touch, on me, it keeps me up at night, thinking. However I'm not just a perverted scoundrel, I have real feelings, believe it or not. I like you, boy. And I'm working on a plan to get you out of here; however, it'd be a deal on both sides. You're freedom for three conditions."
"What conditions?" Harry cocked an eyebrow.
"You will do everything in you're right to protect me if they come for us. You are devoted to me in every way. Binded to me, you're mine. And lastly, I can do whatever the hell I want to your body, and you will do on request anything to mine."
"I'm nobody's slave," Harry said, his face red with anger.
"You are however, very close to death and I am offering you an escape. All you have to do is love me as I will you."
"This is your love?" Harry almost laughed, "Funny way of showing it. You know, I'm surprised I didn't notice it all these years, you being all sweet and kind to me, and my friends."
"We're down ten minutes from before. And what I plan to do to you takes forty. So you have ten minutes to finish your food and make up your mind."
Harry finished his food in silence. "I want three of my own conditions. The first will be that you get me out of here, but I want two more."
"I'll here them, but rather I grant them or not depends."
"I have a choice in what I do to you. Some choice. I'm not your boytoy. And second, you are just as devoted to me, as I am you."
Draco seemed surprised by the third requirement. "Deal, however I have all authority over what I do to your body. No restraint."
"Fine!" Harry groaned. "But don't expect lots of smiles all the time."
"Enough of this. We have an agreement. Now, turn over and lay on your stomach on the ground." Harry obeyed, still mildly resistant, but afraid to break the deal they'd made. Draco grabbed Harry's hips, sliding his hands up and down Harry's rear, slipping fingers inside here and now. Then he thrust in, pressing his dick as far as it'd go. Harry gasped in sudden agony, his hands trying to grasp the floor, to squeeze through his suffering. Draco slid one of his hands under Harry and held his manhood tightly, while the other hand arrived at Harry's mouth, where he entered too fingers for Harry to bite and suck on. Draco rammed hard, as Harry finally started to feel something of pleasure, and started thrusting his lips. Again, Malfoy hissed against as he tumbled into the unavoidable orgasm, this one stronger then the first. Although Draco had left his spill inside Harry, Harry was set to arrive at his, so Draco continued his hand movements, shifting positions, so he was leaning up against the wall and Harry was leaning against him.
"God!" Harry whined ad Draco picked up speed, going hard, fast and without pause. When Harry hit his climax he screamed and his hot spill trickled out onto Draco's hand. Draco waited until the full amount at exited, then he shoved his two dripping fingers into his mouth, to suck Harry's sweet produce.
"Not so bad, was it Potter?" Draco whispered, wrapping his arms around Harry and holding him tightly.
Harry hated to admit it. "Amazing."
"Good," Draco grinned, pleased, "I'll try to find you something better to at next time."
"When are we leaving?" Harry questioned, suddenly not so against a life with Draco. As bad as it sounded, the last twenty minutes had been the best of his life. Maybe it was just the fact that it was the first good feeling he'd had in months, but even so.
"I'm not sure. I'll find out later when there won't be as many people around. Voldemort meets with some of his other workers sometimes, ones that live pretty far, and he usually has most of his company go with him. There's no spells on this room. Only to guards who need a password for you to sneak by."
"How much time left today?" Harry asked.
"Eighteen minutes."
"Fuck me again," Harry commanded, and for once, it was Draco that did the obeying.
I warned you…
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