Anything He Wants
Disclaimer: Neither the characters or locations are mine; they belong to J. K. Rowling and various affiliated companies. No plagiarism or copyright infringement is intended. All characters will be returned safe and sound with smiles on their faces and food in their bellies. :D
A/N: Again a one-shot…although I'm beginning to fear they are all a little similar. But oh well :)
Harry grunted as his head hit the floor, Draco's body falling heavily on top of him. Harry gasped as Draco's mouth traversed his body, cursing himself silently for what seemed the millionth time. How could he be so weak? Draco tweaked a nipple sharply and Harry yelped but made no move to stop him. Draco could do anything he wants, have anything he wants. Harry would let him. Any desire, whim, fancy, fetish. Harry would do anything if only to spend time with Draco. He wasn't fool enough to believe Draco actually cared for him… Nevertheless he craved the contact. He moaned softly, Draco driving him wild.
'Draco, I-' Harry began, but stopped himself in time.
Don't be stupid, he told himself. Never say that. He realized Draco had ceased his ministrations and was staring at him, an eyebrow raised.
'You were saying, Potter?'
Harry shook his head. Stupid stupid stupid.
'I…I have to get out of here.' He whispered, pulling his clothes on.
'Get back here Potter.' Draco growled.
Harry looked at him sadly, using all his resolve to turn and leave. For once Draco didn't get what he wanted.
'Silly silly boy.' He muttered. 'Just say it. I will not be the first to.'
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Several days later Draco stood moodily outside the portrait of the Fat Lady, tiring of her scowls.
'Oh for heavens sake. If you'll just let me in I'll be out of your hair.' Draco said evenly.
'I will not let you in Master Malfoy.'
Draco stuck his tongue out at the portrait and returned to harassing Gryffindor students.
'God! All I want to do is talk to Potter!' he exclaimed as yet another group of students refused to allow him entry.
In the common room Harry sat with Ron and Hermione, his anger growing. He knew Draco was out there, but he wouldn't give in. Draco couldn't always get everything he wanted…could he?
'Harry, maybe you should just talk to him.' Hermione said cautiously.
Anger flashed in Harry's eyes.
'Why is he mooning after you anyway?' Ron asked.
'Beats me…it was only sex…' Harry mumbled.
He heard Ron suddenly choking and realized he hadn't known.
'Ah shit.' Harry whispered.
'You've been, been…shagging Malfoy?' Ron exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly.
'Just tell the whole school why don't you? Fuck! I'll go talk to him. Fuck.' Harry swore angrily, stalking from the common room.
'Come on.' He grumbled to Draco, who immediately fell into step behind him.
'Potter, can't I-'
'No Malfoy, you can't.' Harry sneered. 'What the hell were you doing?'
Draco knew he was chasing Harry like a puppy dog but didn't care.
'I needed to speak with you.'
'Right. We don't talk. It was just sex, remember? You made that very clear.'
Draco flinched at the undercurrent of pain in his words.
'It was just sex.' Draco responded.
Harry stopped suddenly, causing Draco to slam into him. There had been a strange inflection on the "was". Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and pulled him into an alcove, staring at him intently.
'What do you mean?' Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
'I…er, that is…' Draco's eloquence failed him. 'You're going to make me do this, aren't you? I…Po- Harry. Things have changed. Become complicated. It was supposed to be just sex. But…'
Draco couldn't say it. Harry looked at him with disgust and went to leave. Draco, panicked, grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, pressing their lips together, mumbling 'I love you…I want you' against Harry's mouth.
'Anything you want…' Harry gasped.
After all, a Malfoy always gets anything he wants.
