I Thought You Wanted Revenge
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Ships: Harry/Draco
Warning: This fic contains slash, male/male relationships. If this is something you would like to avoid you can save yourself the agony and not read this.
Disclaimer: Must I really say it?
A/N: This is my very first Harry/Draco fic and I am very nervous. If you are carious this is what happened to them in my other oneshot called Straight as a Pin. You don't have to read that to understand this though. It's just that this was mentioned in it and I decided I had to write out exactly what happened. Well, thank you for reading and please review!
The dark was pressing against his head, but that was the way he liked it. No one could see you in the dark. There was a drawback though. You could see no one in the dark.
The blond cursed under his breath as his leg throbbed painfully. You couldn't see objects in the dark, either.
A cold door knob ran under his hand that was trailing the wall. He opened the door quietly. Finding himself wishing for some light, he crept along the wall.
The first bed wasn't his. Nor the second. The third bed beheld something he's have rather not have seen. Damn Gryffindors and their tendencies to not bewitch the curtains to stay closed.
Jackpot. The fourth bed. Peering around the curtain he let the moonlight play on the brunette's face. Beautiful.
The brunette murmured and shifted his face away from the unwanted light. It took a few minutes for him to wonder where it came from.
He blearily sat up and the intruder slipped his hand over the brunette's mouth as he hopped onto the bed, shutting the light out, and murmuring a silencing charm on the four poster bed.
He bite down hard on the hand restricting him. As the intruder cursed he silently leapt out of bed and crashed loudly onto the floor.
The blond grasped his legs as he shot out of the bed, causing him to hit the floor. He pulled the confused boy back onto the bed and pinned him beneath himself.
"What the- who are you?"
"Thought you'd get away with it did you?" He hissed into the brunette's ear.
"Malfoy," he sighed in relief then stiffened, "I've no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't play stupid."
"I'm not."
"Think you're clever, do you?"
"No, I think yo-"
"Well I know it was you."
"It was not."
"Oh yeah? Then who was it?"
"I don't know."
"You do too."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Do you use pine scented shampoo?"
"…What the hell kind of question is that?"
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"The room smelt of pine."
"S-so." He faltered.
"Potter! I know it was you who trashed my room. I don't know how you got in, nor do I care."
Harry was silent.
"I'm just here for revenge." Draco whispered into his ear.
"What are you going to do?" Harry gulped.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Leave."
"What do you want me not to do?" His hand tangled in Harry's dark locks.
"Stay."
"Then I'll stay."
"Then I want you to stay." He countered.
"Then I'll stay."
Harry groaned in frustration and pushed the blonds hand out of his hair.
"Just get it over with Malfoy." He prepared himself for the worst.
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
"I don't know! Try to kill me or so-" His voice broke off Draco's hand trailed over his groin.
"That's what I want."
"I thought you wanted revenge."
"I did."
"Not anymore?"
"Not now. Later."
His lips crashed down on the brunette's lips. Hands worked furiously on clips and buttons. Clothes were ripped and tossed off. Lust searing through the head and want clouding the mind. Tongues reciting a complicating dance together. Fingers scratching, teeth biting.
"Since my revenge is lost, you get bottom." And before the green-eyed boy could protest there was thrusting, burning desire, searing kisses, unbearable pleasure, followed by unbelievable comfort.