SN: hola, and welcome to a little Harry Potter + Draco Malfoy story of romance, drama, and things beyond explaining. There will be rape, incest, torture, maybe some mutilation (depends on how crazy I'm feeling) and I do hope some regular, old fashioned boinking!

Disclaimer: i own none of the characters of harry potter (havent read the books either), the only ones i own are Professor Rayhow and GroBble. And yes, that 'b' is supposed to be a lowercase.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked coldly as his icy blue eyes trained themselves upon Harry's face, a look of anger and disgust so very evident.

Harry's heart beat more quickly and he asked that question to himself; What do I want?

"Hermione," Harry said as he walked into the Gryffindor common room looking all sorts of uncomfortable as he pressed his fingers together in an attempt of calming himself. It didn't help him much.

"Is there something you need, Harry?" she asked politely, turning her attention from her book to him.

"I have," he paused to wring out his hands nervously, "You have to promise not to tell anyone anything about what I'm about to ask you, especially not Ron." He knew he didn't make much sense but he was desperate for advice.

"Okay," she said slowly, "Is something wrong?" a small look of worry crossed her face as she asked him gently what could possibly be bothering him this much.

"I'm not sure if it's wrong or not." He couldn't seem to look her directly in the eyes and it made her become even more worried at the sight of such a distraught Harry Potter. He had faced the Dark Lord himself and had come out in a better state than the teen before her. So yes, Hermione was worried. "Though I'm pretty sure that no one else would like it very much…"

"Well out with it!" she exclaimed while putting her book down and only slightly joking with the teen. She tried and failed to lighten the mood with a crude attempt at humor.

"I've been having these feelings for this one guy and, well I don't know what to do about them because they seem wrong, like I should be feeling this for someone else and I don't. People mostly frown on this sorta thing."

"You're being very vague." She criticized while wagging her finger in his face. She motioned for him to sit down on the couch beside her after predicting that this was going to take a little longer than she had first thought.

Harry didn't have that many personal problems that he shared with his friends and, when he did go to them, it was normally very easy to fix. This didn't seem so easy.

Harry sat down on the couch with a nervous sigh; his hands were shaking again, "You remember me telling you about me being bisexual a while back, right?"

"Yes," she said it with a 'duh' tone. Hermione never forgot anything—it seemed—to Harry, which could be a very good thing or a very bad if you did something to piss her off (Hermione could hold a grudge like no one else).

"Yeah well this is about a guy that I think I'm attracted to but here's the bad thing about this; he probably doesn't like guys like that (actually I'm pretty sure he doesn't) and he…hates me." He trailed off, hoping that Hermione would catch whom he meant; no he needed her to. It would be too hard to come right out and say it. He would feel like a fool, like a traitor even.

"What exactly are your feelings for this other boy?" if she had figured it out her face didn't give it away. It was an emotionless slab of polite curiosity. Harry was pretty sure that if she knew she would have been particularly pissed.

"I'm not sure. Every time I'm around him I have a very strong urge to take him somewhere private and…do things to him." Harry blushed but Hermione's eyes urged him on. "And I can't stop thinking about him. All I want, even now is to hold him in my arms as I-I…" Harry Potter felt his face burn with embarrassment. He never felt the need to do something like that (blushing was for women and he had more important things to do than blush). And yet he felt his face grow hot as his blood rushed to his head and his mind spun around in confusion. Just thinking about doing things to that boy had him becoming hard. He needed to stop thinking of that and now or else he would have a very embarrassing problem in his pants.

Hermione had a vague idea of what Harry felt for this boy that hated him and she prayed that she was wrong. In the meantime she would just have to tell him it was something much less permanent and give him some advice that would help dissipate it…

"Lust?" he questioned; the word didn't sound quite right to his ears but didn't Hermione know best?

"Yup, and it's very simple to get rid of." She forced a smile that Harry didn't notice (he was much too busy looking at his clenched hand to study her face). "You just need to masturbate while thinking about him and then the feelings should go away."

"Umm," he blushed, not really having expected Hermione to be so bold, "I have already done that and it didn't really help."

"Oh," she paused, "Then you need to sate yourself with him."

His face went blank for a moment as his mind milled around a bit, looking for the definition of the word sate. Light seemingly dawned in his eyes as he realized what that word was, then horror replaced the look of pride as it really sunk in. "You mean, like sex?" his voice rose an octave as he said the last word in a hushed voice.

"It doesn't matter what kind of sex (if it even comes down to that) and a kiss might do the trick." No, Hermione thought, it'll just make thing worse. But I don't know what else to do!

"You're right, Hermione! Why didn't I think of it?" he stood with a flourish as she gaped up at him, not having expected him to go find this other guy right now when it was almost time for curfew.

You didn't think of it because it's the wrong thing to do, Hermione thought.

Harry walked out of the common room to go find the boy of his wet dreams and to hopefully make all this go away.

Draco's heart sped a little as he heard footsteps approach him from behind. He reached for his wand but it was still in his school robes. Quidditch practice had been killer and he hadn't thought about his wand in a long time. Draco turned around and saw someone standing nervously in the doorway.

Being alone in the Slytherin Quidditch changing area with a stranger—and potential rapist or killer—was one thing, being in the Slytherin Quidditch changing are with Harry Potter was another thing entirely. Boy Wonder was up to something, judging by the look on his face.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked as coldly as he could but could say no more without his voice breaking. He was becoming a nervous wreck just because Boy Wonder was standing behind him. With just the two of them in the changing room, Draco's shirt almost completely off his body, his heart hammered in his chest as though it wanted to break through the cartilage in front of it and meet the boy he obsessed over.

Draco thought to himself; Why do I have to like him?

Draco had no one close to confide his feelings to, like Harry does. His mother was a beautiful woman who was as closed minded as a pissed off bull when it came to homosexuals. His father was handsome by all rights but he was even more hateful of gays than his mother and would probably kill Draco for being one of them. His lackeys were too stupid to be of any help and they would probably tell his father and who knows what that crazy man would do to him.

Oh no, Draco Malfoy had no one to confide in. So he went with his instincts since the first time he met the boy he would be able to say that he loved only to himself for the rest of his life. After he failed miserably to gain the boys friendship he hated him. Harry Potter was the first person Draco felt he could love and he had been turned down on his first attempts because of a Weasley!

So here the two boys are; one sitting on the hard wood bench in the middle of taking off his shirt while the other was standing before him, nervous and unsure but determined enough not to leave without sating himself with the others flesh, with or without the mind being willing.

Draco's pale skin practically shone in the waning light, the ridges from his spine oddly enticing along with the dimples on his lower back. Harry was so tempted to just take him now. Hermione had said not to but was that the right thing to do? If he talked about it, wouldn't Draco just have one more thing to criticize him with? If he took Draco by surprise and just kissed him, Draco wouldn't be able to say anything about it because he would have participated, right? No, but Harry didn't know that.

Draco finished pulling off his shirt and threw it onto the ground. He was going to bring his right hand up to punch the other male in the face. The white haired teen wasn't so sure as to why he was going to try such a violent diversion but he needed to do something, anything so he didn't go insane from the silence encasing the two teens.

Harry's reflexes saved him from a bloody nose and losing his first and perhaps most important chance with Draco when his hand snapped up and blocked the punch aimed for his left cheek. In fact, it gave him the perfect opening to 'sate his need' as Hermione had so delicately put it.

As Draco felt another hand slap onto his wrist he knew he had made a mistake when Harry got in between his legs slightly and another hand grabbed his chin in a tight grip; not painful but too strong for Draco to escape. Chapped lips pressed against Draco's smooth ones and his whole body stiffened in response.

Draco gasped lightly in shock, thinking that this either couldn't be real or Harry Potter had found out about his love and was exploiting it to hurt him. That would have been cruel even in the war between them.

Draco felt a tongue prod his lips as arms folded around his waist; strong, forgiving arms that he wanted to spend forever in. What am I? Some fucking girl?! I do not want to spend forever in his arms. How retarded! That sounds so damn stupid I just wanna kill myself…

Draco pressed his hand upon Harry's chest and pushed him away, but only to arms length. Draco's face was flushed and he was panting lightly from the shock of it all and not daring to breathe properly for about a minute. Harry too was panting and blushing with a devilish look on his face and both boys had another problem in their pants though neither was entirely ready to admit to it yet.

"What are you doing?! I never said you could touch me." Hissed Draco but oh how his body wanted more; he needed more from the seemingly experienced teen in front of him.

"You never said I couldn't." Harry stated as he leaned in for another kiss. He no longer felt shy, but sure in the fact that Draco hadn't pushed him away and started screaming. If he screamed, Harry would run away with a broken heart and wounded pride.

Well maybe not a broken heart…

Draco turned his head so Harry only got to his cheek. Harry sat down beside Draco with his arms still around the other boy's waist. He kissed Draco's cheek, jaw, chin, and began his way down the boy's neck. He didn't care that Draco had turned away from him; it just gave him more access to the other teen's smooth skin.

"No, stop, Ah!" Draco said as Harry sucked, licked, and nipped at his neck. Draco tried to push Harry off of him again but it didn't work. He didn't really want Harry to stop so his muscles didn't exert enough force to remove the slightly taller boy from his body.

"I'm not stopping unless you mean what you say." Harry let his hands trace unknown patterns on Draco's back while his mouth worked his way to Draco's perked nipples.

In between Harry's kisses to the other males body Harry said to him; "Hermione was wrong. Kissing you only makes me want you more." He suckled on the pink nipple closest to his mouth lightly, already figuring out that Draco found the lighter touches more to his liking.

"If you, ngh, think that I'm going to let you walk away from this unscathed then ah!" Harry's mouth engulfed Draco's right nipple once more and Draco couldn't stay sitting up anymore. His head spun as he fell backwards and Harry fell on top of him. Harry's skilled mouth teased Draco's nipples and he mentally noted the places that made Draco cry out, that made him arch his body into Harry's hands, and made their erections brush together in a frenzy to get more pleasure. Harry had participated in this dance with many others and he knew it very well, even if he hadn't been willing at first.

His legs were on either side of the bench with Draco's thighs tensing at his sides with pleasure, bringing him low onto his pale body and rubbing their erections together through their clothes with an almost uncomfortable amount of pressure.

When I'm done with him, Draco won't be able to stop thinking about me. I'll make sure of it. What Harry was doing had a double-edged sword and he knew it but he also knew that he didn't care. He knew now he would kill anyone that would try to take away his new property, which was 's how he viewed the boy squirming and blushing beneath him—his and his alone. Harry moved his lips to the side of Draco's neck and he left a dark hickey there (marking his claim) before returning his mouth to the soft flesh beneath him. As his mouth moved over Draco's body, Harry was sure to leave a slight trail of saliva and watched goose-bumps form around the areas of spit because of the cool night air.

Draco grabbed a fistful of Harry's dark hair as the boy's tongue skillfully circled his navel.

"Draco," he whispered in a husky voice against his stomach, "I have never been this hard for anyone."

Neither had Draco but the gasping teen did not say so.

Harry continued to lick Draco as his hands fond their way to those black pants he knew would be a pain to get off. He allowed his hands to grasp Draco's knees before slowly sliding up his tight thighs against his sides until he had a firm grip upon Draco's erection. The teen gasped at how sensitive he could be for Harry and he moaned without being able to stop himself.

Draco moaned quietly again as Harry's nimble fingers stroked him a few times through his pants before they began to fuss with the straps and buttons holding Draco's Quidditch pants on him.

"Po-Potter," Draco said in a husky voice, "St-stop! We'll get caught." Even though he was begging for an end his body was screaming for more. This had been one of his many fantasies with Harry Potter and his body was so ready for this to happen.

"Let someone see, I don't care." There would be no denying Harry now that he was so close to getting what he truly desired, what he truly needed. For Harry now also knew that he needed Draco like some muggle drug, he needed him within his life and he needed to feel Draco's hot walls around his cock as he…

Harry pulled the white haired males pants down and saw, with a little bit of amusement, that Draco shaved his pubic hairs and he went commando like Harry when wearing the Quidditch uniform. Draco's blush was cute and Harry found his lips against Draco's without really thinking about it. It was as though he had done it a thousand times before and would do it a thousand times again.

Harry's strong hand grabbed hold of Draco's erection and he began to pump him slowly, trying to cause the boy below him to make as much noise as he desired. He felt those thighs clench against his sides, squeezing him in pleasure and restraint.

"Potter! No, you can't do this," Harry thought he heard Draco sob softly.

He didn't stop though. He couldn't stop. He needed Draco so badly.

Harry brought his face to Draco's weeping erection and stared at it for a moment before looking up at Draco. A tear escaped Draco's ice blue eyes and Harry hesitated.

No, he couldn't think. If he thought then he wouldn't be able to get rid of these feelings that seemed to be growing with each new movement, swelling with each new thing that he tried on the beautiful and writhing body below his own.

Draco almost called out loudly as Harry slid the head of Draco's penis into his mouth. Draco had been given blow jobs before (of course) but never by the one he wanted the most, the one that he imagined was doing things to him; it's amazing how your body reacts differently to different people. He slid one of his hands deeply into the dark tresses around Harry's head impulsively as the pleasure ran up his spine and made him arch his back off of the wooden bench.

Harry licked up the pre-cum slipping out of Draco's penis and dipped his head down to encase the whole thing in his hot mouth. Harry had willingly given head before (as a dare…poor Ron had been so uncomfortable he hadn't warned Harry when he came) so he knew what he was doing; and it didn't hurt that he didn't have a gag reflex anymore.

Draco' back once again left the bench as his body arched on its own. He clasped his hands over his mouth to keep from moaning loudly in pleasure. All thoughts of 'this being wrong' and 'my father will kill me' left his mind as it turned to mush in Harry's warm hands and mouth and his naked body tingled with pleasure. Draco couldn't think, couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything but thrust his hips in the hopes of making the cavern of heat that was Harry's mouth move faster over his weeping erection.

Harry bobbed his head faster, getting excited that Draco was finally joining him in this dance of oral sex. Draco thickened in Harry's mouth moments later and came in an explosion of seed that rushed down Harry's throat. Normally Harry wouldn't even think of swallowing but he did then;finding the taste to be very…interesting. Not pleasant but not terrible either.

The only Potter sat up and looked at the boy bellow him; panting, sweating, and blushing like crazy because of him. Harry had never seen a more beautiful sight; though he wanted to see this as he slid his penis into Draco's ass…

Harry shifted and felt something we in between his legs. He found that by giving Draco a blowjob he had actually cum on his own. Odd, he had never climaxed without touching himself (or having someone else touch him) before.

Draco's eyes widened and he squeaked indignantly as he looked behind Harry. He wanted to berate himself for squeaking but he couldn't think properly and he was…oh what did he care?

"What the hell is going on here?!" a male, yet slightly girly, voice asked from behind Harry and Harry had the sinking suspicion that he knew who it was; he turned around and found out that he was right.

"Ron, I…"

"Save it. Damn, Harry, if I had known you would do this with Malfoy I would've never even talked to you at the bloody train station. I had no idea you would betray me, no Hermione and me in the end." The boy then tried to run off but Harry grabbed his arm.

"Ron, please listen…" Ron slugged Harry in the face with a pale hand and succeeded this time in running off.

Harry turned around and found Draco getting dressed in his school robes. "Well, umm…" Harry began dumbly. He had been planning on giving Draco a quick excuse to run after Ron before finishing when Draco spoke over him.

"You do know that you raped me, right?" Draco hissed coldly as he finished buttoning his white shirt. He didn't want to hurt Harry anymore but if he hinted at him liking Harry then it could lead to a relationship and, inevitably his father finding out. Plus, a Weasley kid had already seen this and Draco knew that would create a huge thorn in Harry's side if they never made up because of him.

Harry's mouth fell open, closed, and he looked at the ground. He clenched his hands into fists and his stare turned into a glare, tears burning his eyes at his own stupidity. "I'm sorry," he walked briskly away to go find Hermione and get some more of her 'brilliant' ideas.

Draco's legs—that had begun to feel like Jell-O gave out on him and he fell back onto thebench. Would it really have been so bad if he had given the relationship a chance?

Harry ran into the Gryffindor common room and found Hermione, sitting alone and reading the same book as she had been before. This was very odd because normally she would have started reading a completely different book by now.

I see, Harry thought, you're giving yourself more of a challenge by reading it upside down.

"Please tell me you don't hate me." He said as he ran up and stood before her.

"What happened?" she glanced up from her book and gave him a shrewd look. "Ron came by and told me you were a filthy traitor and that I shouldn't talk to you. I have a pretty good idea who you like now and what you did but I need to hear it from you to make sure I'm right."

"It was, no still is Malfoy…and I…" he looked away from her to try and decide if he should tell her the truth or not.

"If you lie to me, Harry then I'll not talk to you anymore." She said it in a calm voice but there was a definite warning there; she was very close to sending him into isolation without a second thought.

"I sucked him off, ok?" he exclaimed as he angrily sat down onto the floor and waited for her to slap him, curse him, run off in a huff, or laugh at him. She did none of these things to his great surprise.

"Then I guess I was wrong about what you did…" she paused in relief, "It doesn't matter though because Ron feels betrayed and he needs and apology. From you"

"Of course from me. He may have one hell of a temper but I've got to fix what I fucked up…though I doubt it will help me any," he said in a slightly sarcastic voice. Ron was a knucklehead when he was angry and you did not want to talk to him if you were the one he was angry at. Harry didn't wonder until much later as to why Ron had taken it so…personally. Could it bethat Ron had enjoyed the blowjob more than he had let on? He had cum pretty quickly…

But Harry sucked it up, said good night to Hermione, and made his way up to the dorm he shared with Ron.

His hands trembled lightly so he held them firmly together to keep it from showing. If he couldn't explain himself to Ron, well he didn't know what he would do.

Harry opened the door to find Ron sitting on his bed.

"Umm, hey?" Harry asked more than said as he walked up to his bed. Ron sat at the foot of it and stared at him coldly.

"Why?"

Pause. "Why what?"

"Don't play dumb, Harry!" Ron all but shouted and Harry flinched.

"Look," he stared at Ron, "I don't know why I like him, Ron, I just do and I sure as hell can't control who I fall for. I talked to Hermione earlier and she told me that I needed to do something like that with him to make the feelings go away. I didn't want to hurt you or anyone for that matter but I needed to make those cravings go away. They were driving me insane!"

This seemed to make sense to Ron, "Are the feelings still there?" he asked, seeming toloosenup a bit but still wary (it didn't take much for Harry or Hermione to calm him down but it was still a chore).

Harry thought for a moment, Yes, they are. Stronger than ever, but if I tell Ron that he'd never forgive me… Harry absolutely hated lying to his best friend but he didn't see another choice, "I'm pretty sure they are gone."

"So I won't see you two fucking each other again, right?" Ron pleaded with him with huge, puppy-dog eyes, only slightly joking as he leant over the side of the bed on all fours.

"I hope not. If you do then I'm being raped by a blonde ferret." They both laughed at that for a moment and it was like their fight hadn't even happened.

Harry had been able to talk his way out of trouble with Ron and Draco wasn't a completely lost cause. Everything was right in the small world of Hogwarts…for now.