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Warning: Explicit sex scene. Violence. Blood and other fluids. SMUT/SEX

Authors Note: This is complete; I wrote it last night from 6pm to 430am. So, three chapters, one update a day, and this in no way effects my other stories. It was just begging to come out.

Title: The Sides of the Story

1

Harry Potter

The pressure was building up in me, and it affected everything I did. My skin prickled like a thousand tiny lightning bolts were chasing ghosts up my spine, and no matter what I could not stay still.

It was today- the day when things would get out of hand. I knew this as sure as I knew that I would get a detention tonight.

The magic was a thundering beat echoing after my heart, and the world held a startling clarity that made my life seem dull in comparison. I wanted to be free, to run wild and uncontrolled, to be nothing more meaningful than a will o' the wisp.

It rose inside me in Transfiguration and I turned my kitten into a raging bull. Everyone screamed, but I just stood, fascinated by the power of my magic. McGonagall fixed my 'mistake', and turned reproving eyes on me. But I could not help but feel angry as she destroyed my creation.

They never wanted anything more than a figure-head, a poster boy for their cause. No one ever wanted me- Harry. They all wanted the Boy-Who-Lived.

My magic was boiling through my veins, creating a maelstrom of anger and rage and power that had to be released. But no one came to me! No one dared.

I sneered as the frightened children returned to their seats by order of the Professor. Hermione and Ron sat stiffly next to me, terrified of what I might do next. But for the rest of the class period, I just sat there, letting my magic determine who I am, letting the pale faces of my classmates fade into the background as I was caught in myself.

As the class let out I caught a glimpse of silver hair and my attention was captured. Alabaster skin shone in the noon-light, and his sculpted body stole my will from me. He was so graceful, so perfect - so pure that my magic demanded that I go and be reunited with him.

He smiled as I came near, a tiny smile full of anticipation, and my eyes arrowed at the expression. Not because I was angry with him- no, because he knew what day it was- he could feel the pressure building as surely as I could, and he was ready.

Hermione's tiny hands scrabbled to keep me back, to pull me away as I went towards him, but she was no match for the magic that was dancing inside of me alone- dancing inside of me, gleeful now as I moved towards my partner.

Ron stood in front of me, going so far as to place his hands on my chest to push me back and I had to break the exhilarating eye contact to remove him from my path. It was too easy- merely looking him in the eye was enough to make him back away and I continued in my pursuit of my enticing prey.

The hallway was silent as I came up behind my mercury-eyed temptation and his friends. Blaise looked back over his shoulder at me and tapped the one I needed, whispering in his ear. I snarled, furious that my Draco should have been tainted by the other Slytherin.

But Draco just smirks, now in the company of others, and cocks an eyebrow at me, daring me to reclaim him. The tension in the hallway was palpable, and so thick I could taste it as I took his challenge.

How quickly they leave him, I mused as my hand wrapped around a long slim throat, and it was the last thought as our dance began. I smiled as his fist connected with my side, a feral smile that just sent his heart racing. I felt it thudding from under my thumb, and tightened my grasp.

He jerked away, ducking my punch as he slammed another fist into my stomach. With a grunt, I kicked his feet out from under him and dropped down until I straddled him, hands twisting in his once-perfect hair.

My Draco writhes under me as he struggled to get free, to throw me off, but nothing worked. My fists connected with his face just as his left hook caught my eye and I scrambled off him, clutching my head.

Our audience was shocked, we could tell, by the violence of our fight. Wordless we circled one another, always going back for more and never giving up. I would not be satisfied until his blood ran freely under my hands, and neither would he.

He came to me on days like this knowing full well what I would do to him. He knew, and came. My lips lifted in a joyless smile as I bore down on him again, ducking to ram my shoulder in his stomach. With a muffled gasp, he clung to me as I slammed his back against the wall, legs wrapped around my middle to squeeze the breath out of me as he pummeled my face and sides with his fists.

Draco wrenched us around until we were untangled, and I snarled at him as he wiped the blood from his brow. We lunged at each other, grabbing shirts and hair, tearing and pulling until cloth ripped apart and hair came out.

Suddenly, I couldn't move and I seethed inside as I wondered who had cast the Immobilus. But when a strong hand griped my ear and hauled me from my Draco, I knew, and my lips curled into a sneer as McGonagall dragged me away.

I saw Snape wrap his arms around the bloody Slytherin, and help him stand upright. I felt my magic rise again, once more volatile as someone touched my Draco. My silver angel lifted his eyes to meet mine as he felt the irresistible pull of my magic swell.

Even as my Head of House berated us before all the students in that Hallway, we heard nothing, felt nothing, saw nothing other than each other's eyes. I saw the need filling his gaze and felt heat pool in my stomach.

Our stare drew out, neither of us blinking, and as our teachers made to bring us to the infirmary we moved. Our body's collided once again, and my fist made for Draco's face as he went to slap me. The second Immobilus took effect as I turned my head away from the pale hand coming towards me and Draco grabbed my fist to keep it from connecting.

For but a moment time joined us; frozen in our position. His hand was caressing my face, his eyes proclaiming his satisfaction at managing the move. His hand held mine lovingly, a distinct difference from the anger I knew we were exuding.

Our teachers separated us again, their voices full of annoyance and fear, cursing us for fools and idiots.

We were dragged to the infirmary now, no longer allowed to see each other, and Healed of the damage we had inflicted. Afterwards McGonagall renewed her grasp on my ear and dragged me to the Headmasters office, Snape following with Draco, proclaiming that this would be the last time we fought.

The Headmaster stared at me and I at him. He searched my gaze, looking for something, but I was so adept at hiding my true feelings that he merely sighed and looked away. McGonagall was ranting, gesturing wildly and often, Snape joining in when he saw fit. No one was watching us- thinking they were safe here in the Headmaster's office.

I stared at my Draco, willing him to meet my eyes as he stared sightless at the far wall. Within moments his gaze was trained on me and I was satisfied. There was a light in his eyes that defied the situation we were in- a light that made my blood burn and thicken.

I knew Draco as well as I knew myself, and in this moment we were one. Nothing else existed for me but the sight of gleaming silver eyes, free now from marks and blood thanks to Pomfrey. His eyes drew me in, promising me things that would tame my magic, seducing me with a liquid metal stare, defining the need that was raging inside me as belonging only to him.

There was a lull in the conversation as the three teachers realized we had been staring at one another. They tensed, ready to forestall a fight, but the smirk on Draco's face as he looked away from me to regard them eased their fears. It shouldn't have.

Dumbledore called the attention back to himself, and told us to apologize to each other. My Draco and I stared at him in disbelief- we had never, nor would ever, apologize for this. But a thought came to me and I smirked, turning my eyes back to my temptation.

He turned to me, brow raised, wondering what I would do. I smirked again.

"Malfoy."

My voice, roughened from disuse, issued from my throat as a low murmur. But there- the reaction I craved, the delicate shudder that ran through my Draco's body that no one else could see. His eyes burned into mine with a renewed intensity, and I leaned towards him, caught once again in the molten depths.

"Potter."

His reply washed over my skin like burning silk, fanning the heat inside of me. His eyes shone as the tension in the room soared, and the teachers froze once more before reaching out and separating us again.

They sent us to our rooms after that, not trusting us to behave any longer. Good for them. McGonagall walked- dragged- me there, past the still bemused faces of those who had witnessed our fight, and locked me in until my detention at eight.

I smiled at her as she shut the door- the look on her face priceless as she tried to comprehend my moods.

The detention was no more than I had expected- polishing Quidditch trophies from years long past- and I was done well before the hour was up, used to the chore as I was. I sat in a shadowed corner and pulled out the Map, opening it and searching for the only person I could care about.

He was on the opposite side of the Castle, and I smirked as I refolded the Map to put it away. When Filch came to release me I wandered off aimlessly until I was sure no one would follow me. Then I went to the Room.

Draco was already there, standing in front of a window and bracing himself against the screen and bathed in moonlight as I entered. For a moment, I remember the words I spoke to him once, "When Voldemort is nothing but a bad dream on a dark night, you're mine forever, angel."

But the past fades as I slide my arms around his waist and press an open mouthed kiss to his jaw. He arches against me, head falling back as he lets go of the screen, trusting me to support his weight.

This is what I've been waiting for all day- this is where I need to be. The silky texture of his skin is intoxicating, and I turn him in my arms to get more. His neck entices me, calling out for me to bite and lick and suck the unmarred skin. This man pressing against me wantonly belongs to me, and I mark him as my own.

The sweet moans drifting from his throat call to me in a siren's song. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and his head lolls back, leaving himself bare and open. I take what he offers.

His eyes are glazed as they watch me from under his glinting silver lashes. When I lick a fiery path from his collarbone to his jaw while unbuttoning his shirt he sighs. When I slide his shirt off his shoulders to the floor and nibble his earlobe he arches his back.

When I wrap an arm around his waist he presses closer and I cannot help but take his lips captive to mine. They taste like spice, and I slip my tongue between them as he moans into my mouth.

I cannot stop the magic from swelling and rising inside of me- he calls forth that fundamental and untamed part of my nature as easily as I can cast a Patronus. My hand wanders up his spine, seeking out the tender parts of him as I ravish his mouth. There is a power here, a power in the way he arches against me and summons my demons from their cells.

My hand slips into his hair, playing with the silken strands for but a second before gripping tightly and yanking his head back. My mouth follows, ensnared by his heady taste, and I make the kiss forceful, no longer asking but taking.

He moans against the assault, spine curving to accommodate my needs. My Draco is beautiful, I think as I pull back and admire the sight that greets me. A smile twists my lips as his eyes slit open and his tongue darts out to sweep his lips- to taste me again.

My hand remains in his hair as I drag him over to the bed. I throw him down, releasing him, and watch as he tries to arrange his body gracefully on the satin sheets. But I give him no time to finish. I vanish the rest of his clothing, amused by the foreplay but done with it. He stills and his eyes glaze with lust as he watches me. I stand- fully dressed- before him, my wand in my hand and hunger in my eyes.

When we first began this charade there was a fear inside of me- a fear that I would hurt him. But soon I realized that he loves it, he loves the hurt that I give him. I've since learned to use that power.

His hands are bound above his head by my magic, his legs spread and tied one to each post of the footboard. A shiver racks his body, a small measure of my success. I place my wand on the nightstand and sit next to him, running my fingertips down his body in the barest of touches. Again a shudder runs through him and I smile.

I straddle him quickly, sinking my hands into the hair at the base of his head and forcing him to look at me. He does, and the need shining from his eyes almost undoes me. But I manage to hold onto my control for him. He likes it rough.

My lips descend upon his own, crushing and bruising the ruby pair as they part for me obediently. I am not gentle- I am never gentle- and he begs me with his eyes and tongue to make it hurt. I smile around his lips- and bite down on his tongue. He yelps, a musical sound to my ears and I caress the throbbing muscle with my own as he whimpers beneath me.

His chest heaves, and I break off the kiss to let him breathe. He stares up at me with liquid eyes, his lips pouted and parted as he pants for air. Never have I seen a more arousing sight, and my dick throbs as I rock slowly against him, once.

A quiver runs through my body as he bows his spine to meet me, and my head dips again to cover a hard nipple. I lave the hard point, wrapping my tongue around it and sucking hard. He gasps above me, and I smile as I rake my teeth over the sensitive peak. He is so responsive.

I bring a hand to the other hard point on his chest and twist the peak until he throws his head back and mewls from the pleasure. My mouth and hand switch tasks, and he thrashes beneath me as I tease him. As my hand rests on his chest I feel his heart beating wildly beneath me, a potent aphrodisiac that makes me tired of my little games.

I slide down his body, leaving a burning path on his chest with my tongue, and chuckling deeply as I feel his erection moving under me, being teased by the cloth of my shirt. As my tongue explores his bellybutton my hands skim over his hips until I can caress his ass. He arches against me as I pinch the rounded globes, and I pull back from my torment of the dip in his chest to blow inside it.

His whimpers of pleasure fuel my own hunger and I know that I will not be able to continue this for much longer. I raise my head to look at him, and I wait until he opens his pleading silver eyes to smirk. He shivers.

My hands still stroking his arse I blow across the head of his cock. The gasp that escapes his lips burns my blood and I slowly take him into my mouth as he jerks his hips, straining to be free from my iron-like grasp. But I hold him steady and suck lightly on the knob. He whimpers again, his head thrashing from side to side as I hold back the pleasure.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I let my mouth take in more of his dick. His movements become frantic as I draw out the action, and I smile around my luscious mouthful. I am glad I have restrained him, for otherwise he would be tearing my hair from my skull. But the random thought disappears as I drag my teeth lightly down the side of his shaft.

The gasps and moans issuing from the writhing beauty beneath me turn into nonsense; whispered words and stifled exclamations pour from his mouth as he feels the passion mount in his body. I pull away though, before he is overcome, and sit back to watch my tortured beauty. His skin- once pale and flawless- is now covered in the marks of my ownership. His hair is mussed out of all style, and bruised lips pout and captivate me as I watch him.

My Draco looks up at me, eyes wide and begging, pleading with me to finish what I have started. I am more than happy to oblige- my magic is swirling through me demanding a release.

I move away and start to take off my clothes, my temptation watching with sultry eyes as inch by inch of my body is revealed. I take my time, knowing he likes to watch my leanly muscular body as it comes into view. When I drop my pants his eyes are glued to my engorged dick, and his mere gaze hardens the organ further.

I remove the bindings with a wave of my hand, and yet Draco stays where he is. His arms slump down to rest at his sides, and I crawl back on the bed and kneel between his legs. He whimpers as I stare at him, and I place one hand under his knee and the other under his hips, lifting him as I prepare to enter.

My dick nudges his entrance and he moans as I slowly impale him. He arches against me, hands scrabbling for purchase anywhere, grasping my bicep and shoulder as he tries to relax his muscles. When I am finally fully sheathed I rest for a moment, trying to control the urge to pummel the willing body under me. I wait for Draco to move first, denying him the pleasure that he so longs to have.

As I pull out of him my magic gathers. When I thrust in, it tightens. Each long stroke into his body calls more and more of my magic back to me, collecting it from the body writhing beneath me. My Draco shivers as he feels the weight of my magic press against him, all of it centering on where our body's meet. He meets me thrust for thrust, and one pale hand reaches up to cup my cheek.

I am lost.

There is no art, now, in my body's actions. I have lost all control to the pale beauty who fills my sight, and he is the only one who can save me. Draco stares at me as I use his body, my hands clenched on his skin in a punishing grasp, striving only for the bliss that is just beyond my reach.

My magic suddenly constricts around me and I gasp as my eyes slam shut and my back arches. Shooting, burning pleasure overwhelms my senses and I can vaguely feel Draco convulsing around me. I collapse on top of him and his arms rise weakly to encircle me. We rest for a moment, an hour, a lifetime, doing nothing but basking in the afterglow.

Too soon, though, I rise and slide out of his body, my member weak and limp now. I kneel between his legs, studying the body I have just worshipped, and know he is watching me. I close my eyes as I slump into myself, taking stock of my body. All of my magic is back inside of me where it belongs, and there is nothing wrong with me other than the fact that I have just well-and-truly-fucked my love.

Opening my eyes I see my love reclining against the pillows with a contented smile on his face. I crawl up his body once again and wrap myself around him tiredly. I wish nothing more than to sleep, and I do so, his arms around my shoulders and my face against his chest, listening to the steady, even beats of his heart.

I wake up about three hours later, rested enough for what I must do. As I dress I watch him, wondering what he is dreaming of. But I could never know, and all I can do is pray that this mad scheme works.

As I open the door to leave the Room, I hesitate, and go back to him. He is my angel, my silver angel, and everything I've ever done I've done for him. I sigh, and press a kiss to his sleeping lips.

Then I go.

Alright, folks. Part one up. I was in a very weird mood when I wrote this.

Next is Draco's P.O.V. tomorrow morning.

Ta!

Netrixie