Ah, songfics. How I love you.
Eraser, by Nine Inch Nials, of course. Everything by the band and Trent Reznor seems to go so well with this couple. Draco's such a shit. In my mind, at least. He's a lot less of a wimp here than in the books. Yay! I almost feel sorry for Harry in this story here. I like him, I do, but he's so Draco's bitch. Yup. Harry the Bitch.
ERASER
need you
dream you
find you
taste you
use you
scar you
fuck you
break you
--NIN
NEED YOU
Harry leaned on his elbows over his breakfast plate, head raised in hysterical laughter. Ron gave the punchline of his joke, causing Harry to laugh harder and bang a hand on the table. Hermione stopped him before he knocked over or hit anything, but she was having quite a laugh herself.
Across the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy watched the group. Rather, he watched Harry.
Draco watched Harry a lot; he had for years. Every time he looked at Harry, Draco thought of what he wanted to do to the boy.
At that moment, he wanted to wrench Harry from his seat and ram him into the wall behind him, right on top of the great red Gryphendor banner, and fuck him madly while their fellow breakfasting students looked on in shock.
Oh, how he wanted to.
No he didn't - he needed to.
He needed to feel Harry's body under his own, or on top of, if the occasion called. He needed to touch the boy, the Boy Who Lived, all-wonderful and perfect Harry James Fucking Potter. He needed to corrupt the boy, make him scream - first to stop, then for more. After years of wanting the boy, Draco needed him. Now.
Pushing his plate of half-eaten biscuits away, Draco stood. He ignored Goyle's questioning and walked across the Hall. He saw Harry straighten up, regaining his posture after his hysterics. His emerald eyes met Draco's as the blonde crossed the room.
Draco stared deep at Harry as he sauntered over past the Gryphendor table. He swung his hips a little. Totaly on purpose. Harry flushed slightly and looked away, but he glanced back over. He fidgeted a bit under Draco's scrutiny until the blonde chuckled under his breath and averted his gaze.
Well, fancy that.
He was still stealing glances at the retreating boy.
Yah, Harry Potter, I need you, Draco thought as he walked past the boy and through the heavy Hall doors. He stepped out, letting the doors swing and slam shut behind him.
And a Malfoy's needs mustn't go ignored.
Eraser, by Nine Inch Nials, of course. Everything by the band and Trent Reznor seems to go so well with this couple. Draco's such a shit. In my mind, at least. He's a lot less of a wimp here than in the books. Yay! I almost feel sorry for Harry in this story here. I like him, I do, but he's so Draco's bitch. Yup. Harry the Bitch.
ERASER
need you
dream you
find you
taste you
use you
scar you
fuck you
break you
--NIN
NEED YOU
Harry leaned on his elbows over his breakfast plate, head raised in hysterical laughter. Ron gave the punchline of his joke, causing Harry to laugh harder and bang a hand on the table. Hermione stopped him before he knocked over or hit anything, but she was having quite a laugh herself.
Across the Great Hall, Draco Malfoy watched the group. Rather, he watched Harry.
Draco watched Harry a lot; he had for years. Every time he looked at Harry, Draco thought of what he wanted to do to the boy.
At that moment, he wanted to wrench Harry from his seat and ram him into the wall behind him, right on top of the great red Gryphendor banner, and fuck him madly while their fellow breakfasting students looked on in shock.
Oh, how he wanted to.
No he didn't - he needed to.
He needed to feel Harry's body under his own, or on top of, if the occasion called. He needed to touch the boy, the Boy Who Lived, all-wonderful and perfect Harry James Fucking Potter. He needed to corrupt the boy, make him scream - first to stop, then for more. After years of wanting the boy, Draco needed him. Now.
Pushing his plate of half-eaten biscuits away, Draco stood. He ignored Goyle's questioning and walked across the Hall. He saw Harry straighten up, regaining his posture after his hysterics. His emerald eyes met Draco's as the blonde crossed the room.
Draco stared deep at Harry as he sauntered over past the Gryphendor table. He swung his hips a little. Totaly on purpose. Harry flushed slightly and looked away, but he glanced back over. He fidgeted a bit under Draco's scrutiny until the blonde chuckled under his breath and averted his gaze.
Well, fancy that.
He was still stealing glances at the retreating boy.
Yah, Harry Potter, I need you, Draco thought as he walked past the boy and through the heavy Hall doors. He stepped out, letting the doors swing and slam shut behind him.
And a Malfoy's needs mustn't go ignored.