Ta-dah!! Hiya everybody and welcome to the first chapter of He Who Angers You Conquers You! This is my first EVER fanfic, so please, corrections and advice is extremely welcome!!
It features the (ultimately super-hot) pairing of Harry and Malfoy (grrr) so if you don't like slash, yaoi, boyxboy, shonen-ai etc, then I seriously suggest that you do NOT read this. It would be just pointless.
However, for those of you who are also sick perverted fan of the sheer gorgeousness that it yaoi, WELCOME!!! I will strive to give you some action every chapter, but I definitely guarantee some serious lemon to come so do not lose hope! Hope you enjoy it!! I will only put up the next chapters if you readers review, and, just to prove you that I love you, if there's anything you'd like me to put in my story, or a twist you'd like to see, or a certain pairings you'd also like me to touch upon, then all your suggestions are welcome and I'll do my very best to integrate than to the story! So yeah, you can actually get me to write this story how YOU want it!!! So knock yourselves out, oh my fellow fans!! XXXXD
Pairing: Malfoy as seme and Harry as Uke
Genre: Romance, shonen-ai, yaoi, slash, lemon!
Rating: as of yet, T. will climb to M I later chapters, except if you guys would rather we stay on the nice, proper, kiddy side of stuff. Up to you. I could edit out the lemony bits and upload the chapter to a T rating if you'd rather I do that.
Summary: Malfoy sets himself the challenge of seducing Harry. Will the smart blonde meanie we all love succeed in getting Harry to 'moan his name in pleasure?' well, read on and find out!!!!
'Harry, don't do that! It's stupid and you know it!'
'Yeah, Harry, don't let that prick get to you!'
'Ron!'
'Lay off, Hermione: Malfoy is a prick!'
'Aah, found it!' Harry muttered vaguely to himself, pulling out the shimmering length of his invisibility cloak from the phenomenal pile of mess that was his trunk.
'Harry!' Hermione squeaked desperately, 'please don't do it! Please!'
Ignoring her, Harry plucked the Marauder's Map from underneath his pillows, stuffed it in his pocket, and then stuck his wand among the unruly raven strands above his right ear. Then he hesitated:
'Hey…you think I should put on a shirt or something?'
'You sure as hell should if you don't want to catch a cold, it's freezing in those damn corridors!' Ron said from his bed, were he was lounging with a copy of Quidditch To You ,
'I think a cold is the last thing you need to worry about when you're preparing to duel Malfoy in the middle of the night alone!' Hermione snapped, running her hand distractedly through the untidy mess of her hair.
'Yeah you think?' Harry muttered.
He was dressed in merely a pair of ripped and faded jeans, a black T-shirt sporting the words 'Whatever. Gimme the ketchup' on it, with his battered converses and a single wristband with some Chinese calligraphy on them. Rummaging once again in his pile of clothes and books, Harry pulled out a crimson jumper, and pulled it over his head, then he stuffed his cloak inside his jumper, and strode towards the door:
'Harry! Please, think it through before you do something stupid!' Hermione cried desperately.
'Listen Hermione: I've thought it through. If I don't go, Malfoy will think I'm a coward—'
'So what, who cares what he thinks?' Hermione exclaimed.
'However,' Harry went on regardless, 'if I do go, then I'll be able to kick his ass and he'll leave me alone for a bit. And anyway, I think you have enough to worry about right now, Hermione: when Lavender will see me going out, she'll know you and Ron are alone up here.'
Hermione turned bright crimson, and Harry made the most of her speechlessness by promptly running to of the room. IN the staircase, he swung the cloak around him, thinking he might as well save Ron and Hermione from Lavender's devouring jealousy by not letting her know they were alone together. He manoeuvred his way out of the common room and slipped through the portrait unnoticed by anyone.
Quietly and rapidly, Harry sneaked his way through the castle and down the great staircase, sliding along the corridors, making his way down the several floors to the dungeons, where he and Malfoy were supposed to meet for a one-to-one duel. He doubted that the blonde jerk would even turn p, but he thought he'd rather be the one being stood up than the one being the coward, so he went on nonetheless.
When he arrived at the end of the last corridor in the dungeons, he stopped at the door to listen briefly. There was no sound coming form inside: he h ad probably been right and Malfoy hadn't bothered turning up, the git. Harry slipped his cloak off form himself, stuffed it in a pocket and went in.
As soon as he'd shut the door, he heard a cry:
'Petrificus Totallus!'
and then he felt his muscles freeze and his body grow dumb, and he fell backward against the hard wooden panel of the door. Damn the sneaky bastard! He thought fumingly.
'So nice of you to join me, Potter…' came the drawl from his right.
Malfoy walked up to him, a smirk spread across his pale malevolent face. His grey eyes shone like liquid mercury in the dim torchlit, and his hair was slightly ruffled on a side, as though he'd just been rubbing his scalp in his wait for inspiration. He was dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a white shirt that was at least two sizes too big for him, with his Slytherin tie opened and slung around is neck, and in his mouth, of all things and looking stupendously incongruous, was a lollipop.
'You see, I had a bet with myself,' Malfoy went on, drawing closer to Harry: 'will Potter do as he vowed and act all noble and brave and courageous and independent, and come alone, or will he be a sneaky git and drag his weasel and his stoat along? Well, I won my bet, because here is Potter, al alone and noble and looking at me with reproach and oh such loathing in his pretty 'fresh toad' eyes…'
Malfoy was now close enough to touch Harry. He stretch out his hand and, long, cold white fingers brushing against Harry's temple and ear, he removed the wand from its resting place.
'Your wand, Potter?' Malfoy laughed softly, 'I don't think you'll be needing it for what I've got planned for you tonight…'
Still smirking, Malfoy slipped Harry's wand into the back pocket of his jeans, and drew out his own wands. Muttering a spell, he conjured up several long strips of some dark cloth. He then took Harry by his arms, and pushed him on to the cold stone floor. Dragging the boy's wrists together, he wound a strip of the cloth tightly around them, and then proceeded to do exactly the same with his ankles. Harry stared at him blankly, unable to move or speak or do anything else than throw helpless daggers from his emerald eyes. Malfoy you bastard I swear—he thought to himself.
'Ta-dah! I'm done!' Malfoy exclaimed happily.
He pointed his wand at Harry and muttered: 'Finite Incantatem,' and at once Harry regained the feel and control of his limbs.
'What the hell are you doing, you stupid blonde psycho?!'
'Oh, what a mouth you have, Potter…' Malfoy murmured softly, and, bending towards Harry, he swiftly dragged his tongue across Harry's lips.
'What the f—!' Harry screamed, jerking back and hitting his head against the stone wall.
'Potter, Potter, Potter…let me tell you all: you see, you and I have hated each other for so long… and some nights ago, as I lay in bed thinking of you and how I loathed you, a certain popular saying popped up into my head: 'He who angers you conquers you.' And I thought to myself: could it be that my very hatred for Potter is nothing more than a sort of extreme and obsessive…love?'
Malfoy gave a dismissive snigger.
'Obviously, that couldn't be it: you are merely some stupid half-blood who's friend with a blood-betrayer and a mudblood, you're a Gryffindor and you're an annoying jerk—and moreover: you're a boy. I can't possibly love you.'
Harry, too astonished too talk, gaped at the Malfoy: he was speaking with his eyes half closed and a tragic tone, as though he was acting for a theatre audience rather than actually baring is feelings to his nemesis. Surely this had to be joke, some sort of stupid prank that the idiot would laugh about later. Malfoy was talking on:
'And then it occurred to me that maybe, if I couldn't get you out of my head, it was because I couldn't have you. You realise, of course, that would I want anyone, anyone from this school, boy or girl, I'd be able to get them in an instant. Even your mudblood friend with the fat mouth would fall at my feet if I wanted her to. But you, your another story entirely. Take this example…'
Malfoy leaned forward, long white-gold bangs brushing against Harry's crimson cheeks, plucked his lollipop from his mouth, and pressed a hard kiss against the other's boy's mouth. Harry opened his mouth to utter a surprised cry, and Malfoy used the opportunity to dip his tongue briefly in the open mouth, touching the tip of Harry's lightly before withdrawing, leaving behind the sweet taste of cherry. Malfoy pulled his head back, eyes on the open mouth, lips dark and soft from his kiss as a flow of curses and invectives flew in a strangled flow from his captive.
'Would you like me to kiss you again, Potter?' he asked, ignoring the curses and swearwords Harry was flinging at him.
Harry let out a strangled gasp:
'What? No! Get away from me you…you dyke!'
'You see?' Malfoy said, shaking his head, 'you refuse my kiss? No one refuses my kiss! Not even the guys who hate me the most! Not even the adults! You think Snape would say no if I kissed him like I just kissed you?'
'You're mad…' Harry breathed, staring in horror at the pale face, 'completely crazy…'
'Crazy for you…' Malfoy drawled, an evil smirk stretching his lips as he brushed them against Harry's burning cheek, 'mmmh… I wonder…do you like boys at all, Potter?'
'No!' Harry gasped, horrified.
'I see…I think that will make my task easier, actually…' Malfoy muttered, rubbing the side of his head and ruffling the blond strands into disorganized spikes, rolling his lollipop around in his mouth to it clinked irritatingly against his teeth, 'you see, Potter, I could have you just now…I'm strong enough, and you're at my mercy, and I want you enough…but it wouldn't be half as much fun if you're not moaning my name with pleasure…besides, I want to be able to tell you, when you're lying in my arms exhausted and still panting, those four sweet sweet words 'I…told…you…so…'.'
Malfoy brought his hand up to Harry's face and dipped his index finger between the lips, removing it glistening and putting it in his own mouth.
'You're sick…a sick pervert...' Harry spat.
'You taste like my lollipop, Potter,' Malfoy smiled.
He stood up, and dragged Harry to his feet. He took Harry's wand from his back pocket, and slipped it back where he'd found it, over Harry's ear, then, raising his own wand, he gave it a flick and the binds that held Harry tottering and immobile vanished. Harry immediately reached for his wand, but before he could, Malfoy skipped to him, kiss him once hard on the lips, stuffed his lollipop in Harry's mouth and ran out of the room, leaving Harry frozen, completely freaked out and wondering what the flip had just happened.
Harry was back in the dormitory, facing a furious Hermione and a strangely red-faced Ron.
'What happened? Harry, are you okay? Did he hurt you?'
'No…I'm fine…drop it Hermione…no…he, um…didn't even turn up…' Harry muttered, putting his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map back under his pillows.
'Harry,' Ron said after three seconds' silence, 'why are you eating a lollipop?'
Voila! Hope you enjoyed!! If you want the next chapter, review and tell me what you thought!! Thank yew!!! See you (hopefully) in the next chapter!
