Title: When Harry Met Slytherin
Rating: M
Aimed Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Starter Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy
Disclaimer: I do not own the character. J.K does, yada yada, I'm effed in the head for doing this to her characters, blah. There, said it.
Summary: Harry is suffering and the only people who can help him are the two people he thinks hates him the most in the world.
Warnings: This chapter contains MxM relations. if you don't like it or if you are under the age of 18 (which means you shouldn't be in this section anyway) then please scram now. Warnings forgotten in first chapter: Dumbledore bashing, if you're a HUGE fan of the old meddling goat avert your eyes from this story, Ron and Hermione bashing, avert your eyes if you cannot stand it and some Gryffindor bashing, again, look away.
CHAPTER 2
The Happy Side of the Coin
"I was dreading spending this summer away from you.." A refined yet slightly amused voice whispered.
"What's this Malfoy, you're actually expressing some kind of emotion toward me? Ugh, oh Merlin, me thinks mes 'bouts of has a heart attacks.." The sound of a swat was then heard followed by laughter and an unrefined snort from one Draco Malfoy.
"Don't make me regret it Zabini and I told you, stop talking like that, you sound like a bloody house elf."
"Aw, but I like it when you pout like that, Drake." The voice of Blaise Zabini was no longer taunting or amused in fact it turned down right seductive as the tall, dark curly haired male leaned toward his shorter blond companion to bestow a soft kiss upon his pouting pink lips. They were currently in a secluded hallway wrapped around each other gleefully planning out their summer holiday. They had both been quite eager, despite the fact that they would only reluctantly admit it, to be able to spend their summer together as apposed to in their own separate mansions. Draco gave a soft complacent moan as he leaned further into Blaise's muscled arms and deepened their kiss. Blaise was the first to pull back for air. He laughed softly looking down at how beautifully flushed Malfoy's cheeks were in that short amount of time.
"Come on, beauty. We have packing to finish." He took one look at Draco's pout increase with an additional frown and knew exactly what it meant. "No, no, no, Malfoy. I am not shagging you right now. We have to leave in an hour. One, measly hour and we still have a whole lot of pac-- Dray don't look at me like th-- hey! Take your hands away from there. Draconois Lucas Malfoy you sto-- aw bloody hell come here." And with that the short blonds' pants were down to his ankles right along with his slytherin green boxers. He was bent against the wall with Blaise spreading his pale globes and thrusting into him with no preparation. "Guh.. jesus ..Blaise.." He moaned at the sensation of being filled so violently. He was stretched to capacity and then some. The size of Blaise Zabini's cock was unrivaled.
"Bend over for me.." Blaise demanded against his ear. His tone left no room for arguments, no that Draco was about to put up any with his arse fill with Zabini's glorious cock.
It wasn't just his size either; the damn man sure as hell knew how to use it. He pulled out slightly, his hands gripping Draco's pale hips painfully tight and then slammed back it, hitting Malfoy's sweet spot with the head of his cock like a battering ram. The pace didn't receded though. It increased, Malfoy braced himself, palms flat against the wall pushing back against each powerful thrust with wanton needy moans that one would not expect to hear coming from such a distinguished Malfoy. Draco felt the pressure building. His body tingled, his lower stomach knotted, his cock was painfully stiff dribbling copious amounts of precome down his distended shaft. His head dropped back and his eyes closed when his vision went white. He gritted his teeth against it and suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. Blaise never went easy on him; he was always vicious with his fucking. Just the way Draco liked it.
"P-please..harder..harder..f-fuck me. Blaise.. right there! Aaah.."
His pink lips parted as he moaned release, the moan wavering to make room for whimpers as Blaise continued his assault on his prostate bringing himself to release seconds after Draco. He filled him to the brim with his seed. Both their breathing was frantic, their shirts stuck to their sweaty bodies. Blaise pulled Draco against his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist, his softening cock slipping out of Draco's backside with a erotically wet noise. Blaise's seed dribbled down his inner thigh right after making Draco shiver with the sensation as he rest his head against Blaise's shoulder enjoying the loving kisses Blaise pressed to his flushed and sweat drenched skin. Blaise muttered a cleaning spell while nibbling on Draco's ear and then assisted them both in their dressing. "I swear, Malfoy, you're insatiable."
Draco turned around when he was dressed, he tiptoed and pressed a smacking kiss against Blaises lips. "And you Mr. Zabini are a push over." Blaise chuckled softly and gave Draco's bottom a playful swat before wrapping his arms around him and walking down the hall. "Only for you, love. Only for you." He pressed a kiss to Draco's temple and opened his mouth to say something else but as they turned the corner Draco was ripped from his arms quite suddenly. He heard a crash, a thud and a slight skid as Draco hit the floor. Someone was on top of him, struggling to untangle his limbs from a flailing and swearing Draco Malfoy.
He heard a swift kick being delivered, "Get off of me you git!" And with a grunt the person on top of him rolled over, curled into a ball facing away from them and gripped their stomach. Blaise was at Draco's side within a few seconds and helped his boyfriend up off the floor. The person had yet to move from their protective ball position. Blaise helped Draco dust off his pants and swiftly and discreetly checked him over for injuries. "You okay?" Draco nodded and scowled at the curled up form.
"You should bloody watch where you're going, Potter." Draco spat as the curled form. Blaise quirked his brow slightly, but then quirked it even more when he heard stifled sobs coming from the, he just noticed, shaking form of Harry Potter.
"Oh bloody hell, are you crying Potter? Get off it; I hardly kicked you that hard."
But the stifled sobs didn't stop. Neither of them knew what to do. They had never known Potter to cry like that before or at all. They knew him to sometimes sneer back and toss insults back at them at the appropriate time but to break and cry like that, never. Draco glanced at Blaise at the same time Blaise glanced at Draco. The same question was in their eyes.
What the hell should they do?
They had no choice. They couldn't very well help him could they? No they were Slytherin and he was Gryffindor and even though the war was over that line had still been drawn. Dumbledor wanted house unity but no one was going along with that bullshit. All the old prejudices were still there even though all the professors were instructed to pretend they weren't. Everyone still thought that all Slytherins were willing participants of the Dark Lord's plot and everyone still assumed that all Gryffidor were insufferable go-gooders. But both Draco and Blaise knew the truth for both sides; not that anyone would believe them anyway. They both knew that some of the Gryffindor had been on the dark lord's side as spies and they also knew that they themselves were in no way willing participants. Blasie's family, lucky for him remained neutral. Draco's however was selected to play a key role in the Lord's victory. Draco had wanted nothing to do with it, all the murder and the blood on his perfectly good clothes and manicured hands wouldn't do at all. But he had no choice. His father forced him to take the mark that still remained faded on his pale forearm today, but he couldn't force him to kill his headmaster or anyone else for that matter.
Blaise had been his escape from it all and within escaping they both found love.
"Just go away.." Potter's voice croaked. He sounded so broken. Very much unlike the brave golden boy who vanquished the dark lord. He seemed to curl even more to himself, like he was hiding, ashamed of his condition in front of the two of them.
Blaise and Draco shared another confused glance. Of course they knew that both thier impulse was to help Potter but they also knew that Potter would not accept their assistance. Not then, not ever. They were Slytherin and to everyone, that meant they always had an ulterior motive. If they helped him that probably meant they wanted to gain access to his secrets or resurrect the dark lord or steal his damn over sized, over used hand-me-down pants and leave him to run down the hall in his presumably crimson and gold lined boxer shorts with a phoenix on the crotch.
"Very well then, Potter." Draco said applying that condescending aristocratic tone he had perfected so well in his years at Hogwarts. "Have it your way. Try not to drown yourself in your own pathetic cry baby tears. Let's go, Zabini." He took Blaise's hand and gripped it for all it was worth pulling him in the direction they were going before they were interrupted. They both tossed one more concerned look over their shoulders at the still curled up and crying Harry Potter and understood that maybe now, after the war was over and all their troubles were gone with Draco's father forcing him into criminal activities, that maybe, just maybe, now they were the happy side of the coin.
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