A Most Unlikely Story – Part 1
Disclaimer: All names and places belong to J.K. Rowling and I am in no way receiving any money for this story. This is for the sole amusement of slash fans. This is rated NC-17 and as such should not be taken lightly. You have been warned. If I forgot to disclaim anything else, I am sorry. This is my first slash in writing.
Warning: Sexual content, Mild Language, Harry/Draco
Author: tubazrcool
It was midnight when Harry finally fell asleep. He had lain in bed for the past couple of hours thinking of the upcoming Quidditch match against Slytherin. Apparently, his thoughts had leaked into a very weird dream from which he awoke confused and slightly embarrassed another couple of hours later. He put the dream out of head, it had been very disturbing. It involved Malfoy and himself, doing things he didn't want his mind going over again. He was preparing to fall asleep again, when he noticed something extremely embarrassing. He was hard -- not waking-up-hard, but sexually hard. He started to think again and knew he didn't want to fall back asleep just in case the dream reoccurred. Why would his mind think something like that?
Despite what he wanted, he fell back asleep. When he awoke though, he remembered the dream from last night, and was glad it hadn't reoccurred. He categorised it as a fluke incident and got dressed for Quidditch and breakfast. He went down to the Great Hall and helped himself to some toast with marmalade. When Draco entered the Great Hall, Harry immediately pushed back the dream, telling himself he in no way liked Malfoy. The guy was a git, no, correction, is a git. The many insults flew to mind and reaffirmed his hatred, as well as his determination to catch the Snitch as soon as possible. But the more he forced himself to keep his mind on the Snitch and off Malfoy, the more he did the exact opposite. He had never before thought of Malfoy as attractive or anything more, for that matter. They were enemies. But his eyes had a way of ignoring his mind and frequently flicked to Malfoy. The more he thought about it, the harder he got.
'Whoa . . . mate,' Ron said, sitting next to him at the table. 'Who's the lucky lady?'
Harry looked up bewildered, and nodded in acknowledgement to Ron. When Ron's words finally sank in to his preoccupied brain, he looked up incredulously. 'What?'
Ron nodded pointedly toward Harry's groin, averting his eyes in added emphasis.
Still bewildered, Harry looked down to realise that, again, he had been physically hard -- hard enough that his erection could be seen clearly from the restraining confines of his trousers. His cheeks were burning as he tried to go along with Ron's comment. Faking shy, he shook his head, smiling, and tried to concentrate on his toast. Ron laughed and ignored it. Harry got up when he noticed Fred and George leaving towards the Quidditch pitch. Muttering a 'see you later' to Ron, he headed to the lockers where the Gryffindor Quidditch team had its usual pep-talk. This was the first one to which Harry listened since his first-ever game. By the time they had to mount their brooms, his erection was thankfully gone.
Draco had finally caught up with Potter, and was trailing him, going where he was. 'Hey, Potter,' Draco shouted. When Potter's eyes abruptly met his, Draco forgot for a moment why he had distracted him. By the time he had remembered, Potter had already seen the Snitch and was after it. While he zoomed after Potter, he thought of what his look had implied. It was as if Potter actually wanted to listen to what he said. And did he detect a certain interest or spark? He caught up with Potter and the two of them flew abreast. Potter veered upward, and Draco looked to where he was going.
Hah, he fell for it. Harry was glad the trick had worked. When Malfoy looked up at him, Harry dived sharply toward the Snitch, catching it moments later. There was a tumult of noise and applause from the Gryffindor stands. There was much booing from the Slytherin side. Before Harry could spot Malfoy again, he was surrounded by the entire Gryffindor team. 'Good job, Harry!' and 'Nice move on Malfoy there!' were some of the shouts he heard over the din that resounded in his ears. He managed a 'Thanks' loud enough to be heard by the immediate area. When Harry was back in Hogwarts (the game had been short enough for everyone to be back by lunchtime), he went up to his common room to relax and maybe work on homework or play chess or Gobstones with Ron.
He didn't know when it had happened, or when he felt it, Harry just knew he couldn't speak. Before he could get up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Malfoy came around a corner. 'Did you like humiliating me, Potter?' he asked softly. Harry was about to retort that he let himself be humiliated, when no sound came out. All he was able to do was glare at Malfoy. Malfoy grinned maliciously and grabbed Harry at the back of the neck, shoving him into a corridor wall. Removing Harry's wand, Malfoy dragged Harry a few corridors away. Harry decided the best alternative was to let Malfoy fall into a false satisfaction. He heard Malfoy mutter something and before he could try to grab his wand back, he was flung headfirst into what was, moments before, a tapestry. Harry found himself in a room; he was surrounded by stone walls, except for the opening he had just gone through and what seemed like a familiar cabinet tucked away in a corner. Malfoy muttered the same thing and the tapestry reappeared, covering the only escape route. Harry was confused and began to get up. 'Keep to your knees!' Harry looked up and saw Malfoy pointing his wand at him. Harry, Malfoy having already taken his wand, could do nothing to defend himself from this, so he unwillingly obeyed. His green eyes locked dangerously on Malfoy's grey ones and Malfoy sneered.
Draco liked seeing Potter on his knees before him. He walked toward Potter and knelt in front of him. He stroked Potter's cheek with his left hand, while his right pointed the wand into Potter's throat. At Potter's confused look, Draco grinned. 'Oh, Potter,' he said, stroking Potter's cheek with his thumb. 'Don't pretend you're not interested. You know you want me; I saw it in your eyes during the game.' Draco stared at him constantly, noting Potter's confused look.
Harry still thought this was gross, them being both men, and dreams meant nothing. He couldn't do this to Ron or Hermione – Malfoy was always insulting them. But Harry couldn't help feeling vulnerable, on his knees before his arch-nemesis. Malfoy got up and walked backward, his wand still pointing directly at Harry. Harry's eyes shifted to the wand and he kept his gaze there.
'Oh, Potter, you have no idea, do you?' Malfoy said, smiling, actually smiling, at Harry. Harry looked at him. Malfoy cast a silent spell which grounded Harry to the spot. He couldn't talk, and he was rooted to the floor. He could still shift uncomfortably and that was what he did. And he noticed he could still move his arms.
Finally, thought Draco, Harry Potter is mine to control. He placed both wands on the ground and walked back towards Potter. Kneeling and cupping Potter's face with both hands, he said, 'Potter, I've wanted you for a long time.'
Harry shook his head slightly, letting Malfoy know that he wanted no part in this. Malfoy kept talking to him, though. 'A very . . .' Malfoy kissed him on the cheek. ' . . . very . . .' Malfoy kissed him on the other cheek. ' . . . long time . . .' Harry was unprepared for his body's reaction when Malfoy kissed him on the lips.
In the Gryffindor common room
'Hoi, George!' Fred called out to his brother. 'Have you seen Harry anywhere? He hasn't been around since the game ended!' George shook his head and shrugged his shoulders all at once. The common room was alive with shouts and cheers as once again they defeated Slytherin in Quidditch. The Gryffindors were having a party, and people were starting to wonder where Harry was. Normally he was hanging around with Ron and Hermione after a game; judging by them looking up and around when Fred mentioned him, they didn't know either. Ron got up to check their room, but came back down the stairs a minute later, shaking his head. He motioned Hermione to follow him, and they headed out of the common room to look for him.