Title: Breaking Harry Potter
Author: Miss T
Rating: hard R
Genre: Angst/Dark/Smut/Hard Slash/Romance
Warnings: Hard Slash, Slash-Sex (between two… or more [maybe] males)
Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Harry/Draco, Blaise/Harry, Theo/Blaise (un-req)
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: Right. Well. Mmm. Yes. This has been in the wraps for quite some time now, I guess I'll get a lot of flames for this one. O well.
Summary: Draco and Blaise make a bet on who can rid Gryffindor's Golden Boy of his innocence first.
*CHAPTER 1*
**A Tempting Challenge**
Blaise Zabini stretched out languidly on his dark green sheets, yawning with exaggeration and letting his eyes hood over rather sexily. The form of a pale teenage boy dressed in his house shirt and trousers stretched out on his stomach beside him on the bed, idly flipping through a book on Advanced Level Potions.
"You're so wrapped up in that shit, Draco." Blaise said, his voice casual and airy as he let his eyes wander up to the high ceiling of the drapes on the bed.
"Fuck you." Draco replied just as casually, turning another page.
Blaise let out a low chuckle and traced his finger across Draco's shoulder, enjoying the rippling feeling of bunched up fabric, underneath that the smooth heat of pale flesh. "That can be arranged." He said loftily, letting his finger run smoothly down Draco's back.
Draco sighed and tossed the book onto the dressing table, flipping over on his back and looking up at Blaise who was now leaning over him, a familiar glint of I-love-myself arrogance floating about in his eyes.
Draco raised an eyebrow as Blaise continued to eye the blonde, his dark blue eyes filling up with lust and want, but subtly so.
"Oh, Blaise." He drawled, stretching out his arms and tucking them under his head. "Did I say fuck you? I meant fuck off." He laughed, enjoying the hint of malice laced in his voice.
Blaise eyes narrowed him darkly, before whipping out his hand and pressing it firmly to Draco's chest, causing the blonde to emit a tiny whimper, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement.
Shaking his head sarcastically, Blaise leaned down to kiss Draco who, fuck him for being so catlike, lashed his head to the side causing Blaise's lips to collide with the blonde boy's jaw.
"Ah ah ah…" Draco sing-songed, pressing his own palms against Blaise's shoulders, pushing him away. "Don't touch what you don't deserve, darling" Draco drawled, propping himself up on his elbows as he smiled smugly at the dark haired boy who was now pouting pathetically, his face red with frustration.
"That's not what you said last night when I sucked you off, Malfoy." Blaise said darkly, sitting himself up and crossing his legs.
Draco let out a low snort of laughter and idly brushed at his shirt, wiping away imaginary dust. Blaise growled with annoyance, pouncing on top of the slender blonde and holding him down on the bed by his shoulders, his legs pinning into his hips at either side.
"Oo, Blaise. I love it when you're so forceful." Draco murmured, circling his hips against his fellow Slytherin.
"And I hate it when you're so bloody fucking distant, Draco." Blaise said through gritted teeth, trying to mentally block out the sudden heat in his groin as Draco grinded harder against him, the smug smile playing against his lips curling more seductive by the second.
"Distant?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
Blaise rolled his eyes and leaned over to bite softly at the flesh of Draco's neck, causing the blonde to writhe pleasantly underneath him, his hardness rubbing agreeably against his own.
"Yes… I thought so, Zabini…" Draco muttered, closing his eyes.
~~~+~~~
Harry sighed with exasperation as he stared at the cold toast on his plate, idly poking it with his forefinger and trying to block out the muffled exchanges of sweet nothings passing between Ron and Hermione.
Harry was happy that his two best friends had finally 'found' each other – he had seen that one coming well before their fourth year. But most of the time, Harry felt like a royal third wheel.
He hadn't been with anyone since his horridly embarrassing rendezvous with Cho Chang in his fifth year, deciding that his school work and commitment to the wizarding world made his life too complicated for any kind of romance.
Ron's voice snapped him back to reality. "You OK, mate?" He asked, turning to face his best friend and tilting his head in concern.
Harry blinked and nodded quickly, forcing a swift grin. "Just tired." He answered as Ron shrugged, turning back to Hermione.
Lifting his eyes up from his plate, he blinked again suddenly as he felt two pairs of eyes on him from across the hall, looking back at each other quickly as they noticed his own on them.
~~~+~~~
Draco scowled as he felt Blaise's hand run under the table and grip onto his thigh, fingers squeezing suggestively forward towards Draco's lap.
"Know your place, Blaise – manners." Draco drawled casually as he gripped onto the other boys hand, pushing it off him less than politely. Blaise groaned and propped both elbows onto the table, prying his eyes away from Draco's mouth that was silently chewing on a piece of toast.
The hall was full of eating students, students reading and generally mulling around tiredly, chatting to their friends about the day's lessons ahead.
Draco tutted and placed the small square of toast back onto his plate, brushing his fingers together to get rid of a few stray crumbs.
"Stop staring at him, Blaise – it's so obvious." He sighed, placing his own hand on Blaise's knee possessively.
"What's so obvious?" Blaise asked irritably as he looked the blonde boy's smug expression up and down.
"Don't stare at things you can't have." Draco said softly, removing his hand from Blaise's knee.
"What the fucking hell are you on about, Draco?" Blaise sighed as he looked at the blonde with narrowed eyes.
"Potter." Draco said sardonically, raising the toast to his lips again.
"I'm not… what do you mean I can't fucking have him?" Blaise asked suddenly, blinking.
Draco let his eyes wander over to the Gryffindor table, stopping abruptly at a certain raven haired boy with glasses, who looked very preoccupied with his breakfast. "Well, for starters, look at him. He's innocence incarnate." He snorted, wiping his buttery fingers on Blaise's robes. "You would never be able to break him."
Blaise grunted. "Oh, and you would?"
"Into pieces." Draco drawled, flicking his tongue out to the corner of his mouth where a tiny shred of marmalade lay.
"Care to place a wager on that one?" Blaise asked excitedly, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm.
"A wager, Blaise? I'm no cheap Hufflepuff. I'm not betting anything – what do you take me for? A whore?" Draco snorted, crossing his arms, keeping his eyes planted firmly on Harry, who was now talking to Ron Weasley.
"A challenge?" Blaise asked with a grin, his eyes drifting over to Draco's line of vision.
"Mmm." Draco pondered, as Harry looked up from his breakfast and glared right at them. Blaise swore softly and turned to Draco who had also turned away from the glaring Gryffindor.
"What sort of challenge?" Draco drawled, frowning.
"Let us see who breaks the Golden Boy first." Blaise said, his voice only higher than a whisper.
"What sort of challenge is that? We both know who will win, Blaise." Draco sighed as he fussed over the alignment of Blaise's tie.
"Is that so?" Blaise replied darkly, gripping his fingers around Draco's wrists and pulling them away from his throat.
"It is." Draco said softly, rubbing at his wrists. "But if you insist, Blaise darling, I'm more than up for the, err, 'challenge'" He chortled gently.
Blaise smiled in satisfaction. He had lost a lot of things to Draco Malfoy – his dignity, his very own innocence, Draco knowing exactly how to rub at Blaise's weak spots. But he was determined not to lose this time. He would break Harry Potter. Oh yes, he would.
"It starts now." He said shortly, to be replied with a curt nod and handshake. "May the best man win." Draco sing-songed, smirking.
Indeed.
~~~TBC~~~
Author: Miss T
Rating: hard R
Genre: Angst/Dark/Smut/Hard Slash/Romance
Warnings: Hard Slash, Slash-Sex (between two… or more [maybe] males)
Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Harry/Draco, Blaise/Harry, Theo/Blaise (un-req)
Timeline: 7th year
A/N: Right. Well. Mmm. Yes. This has been in the wraps for quite some time now, I guess I'll get a lot of flames for this one. O well.
Summary: Draco and Blaise make a bet on who can rid Gryffindor's Golden Boy of his innocence first.
*CHAPTER 1*
**A Tempting Challenge**
Blaise Zabini stretched out languidly on his dark green sheets, yawning with exaggeration and letting his eyes hood over rather sexily. The form of a pale teenage boy dressed in his house shirt and trousers stretched out on his stomach beside him on the bed, idly flipping through a book on Advanced Level Potions.
"You're so wrapped up in that shit, Draco." Blaise said, his voice casual and airy as he let his eyes wander up to the high ceiling of the drapes on the bed.
"Fuck you." Draco replied just as casually, turning another page.
Blaise let out a low chuckle and traced his finger across Draco's shoulder, enjoying the rippling feeling of bunched up fabric, underneath that the smooth heat of pale flesh. "That can be arranged." He said loftily, letting his finger run smoothly down Draco's back.
Draco sighed and tossed the book onto the dressing table, flipping over on his back and looking up at Blaise who was now leaning over him, a familiar glint of I-love-myself arrogance floating about in his eyes.
Draco raised an eyebrow as Blaise continued to eye the blonde, his dark blue eyes filling up with lust and want, but subtly so.
"Oh, Blaise." He drawled, stretching out his arms and tucking them under his head. "Did I say fuck you? I meant fuck off." He laughed, enjoying the hint of malice laced in his voice.
Blaise eyes narrowed him darkly, before whipping out his hand and pressing it firmly to Draco's chest, causing the blonde to emit a tiny whimper, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement.
Shaking his head sarcastically, Blaise leaned down to kiss Draco who, fuck him for being so catlike, lashed his head to the side causing Blaise's lips to collide with the blonde boy's jaw.
"Ah ah ah…" Draco sing-songed, pressing his own palms against Blaise's shoulders, pushing him away. "Don't touch what you don't deserve, darling" Draco drawled, propping himself up on his elbows as he smiled smugly at the dark haired boy who was now pouting pathetically, his face red with frustration.
"That's not what you said last night when I sucked you off, Malfoy." Blaise said darkly, sitting himself up and crossing his legs.
Draco let out a low snort of laughter and idly brushed at his shirt, wiping away imaginary dust. Blaise growled with annoyance, pouncing on top of the slender blonde and holding him down on the bed by his shoulders, his legs pinning into his hips at either side.
"Oo, Blaise. I love it when you're so forceful." Draco murmured, circling his hips against his fellow Slytherin.
"And I hate it when you're so bloody fucking distant, Draco." Blaise said through gritted teeth, trying to mentally block out the sudden heat in his groin as Draco grinded harder against him, the smug smile playing against his lips curling more seductive by the second.
"Distant?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.
Blaise rolled his eyes and leaned over to bite softly at the flesh of Draco's neck, causing the blonde to writhe pleasantly underneath him, his hardness rubbing agreeably against his own.
"Yes… I thought so, Zabini…" Draco muttered, closing his eyes.
~~~+~~~
Harry sighed with exasperation as he stared at the cold toast on his plate, idly poking it with his forefinger and trying to block out the muffled exchanges of sweet nothings passing between Ron and Hermione.
Harry was happy that his two best friends had finally 'found' each other – he had seen that one coming well before their fourth year. But most of the time, Harry felt like a royal third wheel.
He hadn't been with anyone since his horridly embarrassing rendezvous with Cho Chang in his fifth year, deciding that his school work and commitment to the wizarding world made his life too complicated for any kind of romance.
Ron's voice snapped him back to reality. "You OK, mate?" He asked, turning to face his best friend and tilting his head in concern.
Harry blinked and nodded quickly, forcing a swift grin. "Just tired." He answered as Ron shrugged, turning back to Hermione.
Lifting his eyes up from his plate, he blinked again suddenly as he felt two pairs of eyes on him from across the hall, looking back at each other quickly as they noticed his own on them.
~~~+~~~
Draco scowled as he felt Blaise's hand run under the table and grip onto his thigh, fingers squeezing suggestively forward towards Draco's lap.
"Know your place, Blaise – manners." Draco drawled casually as he gripped onto the other boys hand, pushing it off him less than politely. Blaise groaned and propped both elbows onto the table, prying his eyes away from Draco's mouth that was silently chewing on a piece of toast.
The hall was full of eating students, students reading and generally mulling around tiredly, chatting to their friends about the day's lessons ahead.
Draco tutted and placed the small square of toast back onto his plate, brushing his fingers together to get rid of a few stray crumbs.
"Stop staring at him, Blaise – it's so obvious." He sighed, placing his own hand on Blaise's knee possessively.
"What's so obvious?" Blaise asked irritably as he looked the blonde boy's smug expression up and down.
"Don't stare at things you can't have." Draco said softly, removing his hand from Blaise's knee.
"What the fucking hell are you on about, Draco?" Blaise sighed as he looked at the blonde with narrowed eyes.
"Potter." Draco said sardonically, raising the toast to his lips again.
"I'm not… what do you mean I can't fucking have him?" Blaise asked suddenly, blinking.
Draco let his eyes wander over to the Gryffindor table, stopping abruptly at a certain raven haired boy with glasses, who looked very preoccupied with his breakfast. "Well, for starters, look at him. He's innocence incarnate." He snorted, wiping his buttery fingers on Blaise's robes. "You would never be able to break him."
Blaise grunted. "Oh, and you would?"
"Into pieces." Draco drawled, flicking his tongue out to the corner of his mouth where a tiny shred of marmalade lay.
"Care to place a wager on that one?" Blaise asked excitedly, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm.
"A wager, Blaise? I'm no cheap Hufflepuff. I'm not betting anything – what do you take me for? A whore?" Draco snorted, crossing his arms, keeping his eyes planted firmly on Harry, who was now talking to Ron Weasley.
"A challenge?" Blaise asked with a grin, his eyes drifting over to Draco's line of vision.
"Mmm." Draco pondered, as Harry looked up from his breakfast and glared right at them. Blaise swore softly and turned to Draco who had also turned away from the glaring Gryffindor.
"What sort of challenge?" Draco drawled, frowning.
"Let us see who breaks the Golden Boy first." Blaise said, his voice only higher than a whisper.
"What sort of challenge is that? We both know who will win, Blaise." Draco sighed as he fussed over the alignment of Blaise's tie.
"Is that so?" Blaise replied darkly, gripping his fingers around Draco's wrists and pulling them away from his throat.
"It is." Draco said softly, rubbing at his wrists. "But if you insist, Blaise darling, I'm more than up for the, err, 'challenge'" He chortled gently.
Blaise smiled in satisfaction. He had lost a lot of things to Draco Malfoy – his dignity, his very own innocence, Draco knowing exactly how to rub at Blaise's weak spots. But he was determined not to lose this time. He would break Harry Potter. Oh yes, he would.
"It starts now." He said shortly, to be replied with a curt nod and handshake. "May the best man win." Draco sing-songed, smirking.
Indeed.
~~~TBC~~~