Chapter 2- The Following
Harry sits in his office at the Ministry of Magic. He is head of his division, respectively so. He was waiting in his office, with his schedule being cleared, for interviews with potential secretaries.
He was already tired from the day. A ton of ridiculous people had come in today-and he had decided each were not suitable for the position within five minutes into each interview. He wanted to just give up and go home, until a very interesting entrant walked through the door.
"Hello Potter, hear your looking for a new bitch. I am out of employment, and thought I'd give it a whirl."
"Draco Malfoy, damn thought I would never have to see the day with you in it again," Harry replied. Feeling already sick with remorseful energy. Harry was never good at insults.
"Blah, blah, blah-so I got the job?" Draco smiled smugly at Harry.
"No way. Why would I hire you? You are like-my arch nemesis since Hogwarts." Harry replied. Draco plopped his hands down on Harry's desk and stared into his eyes.
"Not since sixth year I'd reckon." Draco winked at Harry. He winced at the memory that Draco suggested-brought back into his mind. Something he had been trying to repress since it happened.
Harry had chased Draco around the bathroom until he finally hit Draco with the 'Sectum Sempra' spell.
Harry watched in horror as Draco convulsed violently on the floor, tinting the flooded water with blood.
Snape rushed in out of nowhere and mumbled the curing charm. When he attempted to lift Draco to help him to the hospital wing, Draco objected. "No way. If he can do the damage, he can take me to get it fixed."
Snape gave a harsh look to Harry, while Harry himself wore a face of shock. Snape handed Draco over to Harry, and he compliantly put his arm under Draco's to keep him hoisted up. They walked out in silence as quickly as they could-to escape Snape's glare.
Once they were far enough down the hall, Draco started walking normally. Harry then noticed, yanked away his arm, and glared. "If you can walk proper you can take yourself from here Malfoy."
"No chance Potter. You owe me-I could have died!" Draco belted. Harry grunted in frustration and shoved them into a close-by broom closet.
"Malfoy, I swear-calm down! I didn't intend to kill you-" Harry was interrupted abruptly.
"I would bet not. You just wanted me to hurt. Because you think I am something that I am not-you wanted me to hurt. You think you hate me, so you wanted me to feel revenge from me being upset you wanted nothing to do with me even from the point you had no reason for it. Because I wasn't the first person you met. That ginger got to be friends with the chosen one by luck of the draw. What do I get? Despised and mocked as the little Slytherin boy who all could be known by is the foul reputation of his damned father?"
"Malfoy…I never meant to make things that way. We just weren't meant to be friends, and you used your dad's fortune to earn what you wanted. This isn't all my fault." Harry sprung up quickly.
"Yeah, well this is," Draco ripped his shirt off and Harry was drawn aback by the scars, "What about these? How the HELL is this okay?"
"Draco, please calm down. I am sorry." Harry said again, grasping Draco's arms to try to pull him to focus. Then, something strange happened. A wide smirk rose upon Draco's face.
"Not as sorry as you will be Potter. You owe me. And, I think I have the perfect revenge in mind." Draco laughed, but Harry just nodded along.
"Whatever you want Draco, I don't care. I owe you. So just tell me what you want." Harry said quickly.
Draco didn't respond at first. Harry cocked his head to the side, and Draco bit his lip. Then he lunged forward to separate the small space between them, and slammed his lips to Harry's.
To Draco's pleasure, Harry began to kiss him back. Harry knotted his hands in Draco's hair, and Draco locked a firm grip around Harry's waist. Draco slammed Harry into the wall, slamming himself harder to Harry-and finally reality set into Harry's brain.
"What the HELL is going on here?" Harry asked, not yet having let go of Draco's hair. Not thinking of separation, as Draco hadn't let go of Harry's waist either.
"Revenge," Draco muttered in a low voice, "is far greater now. Now to know that , after all this time, Harry Potter wants something he has pretended to hate. Plus, the fact that you want me, will make it more difficult to go back to Weaselette. Or any other…girl."
"Wait, there is no proof that I want you too." Harry interjected.
"Oh really," Draco said slyly as Harry tried to steadily nod in response, "Then why would you respond the way you do to this?"
Before the opportunity was given for Harry to even ask, Draco pulled Harry to him so nothing was left untouched. He started to grind slowly on Harry, and Harry let slip a small moan. All Draco needed to know he was right.
Harry, before Draco could even, slammed his lips to Draco's again. Draco smiled into the kiss, delighted that Harry was really embracing it. Embracing him.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth as the Slytherin grinded into him harder, and it gave Draco the opportunity to slip his tongue in Harry's mouth. Their tongues played fervently for a while, before the heat became too strong. Draco pulled away smiling.
"You want to pretend I am wrong again?" Draco said amusedly.
"No, I just want-" Harry stopped in his track of words. He hated to admit the words that wanted to leave his mouth..
"Just want what?" Draco said playfully.
"More." Draco smiled widely and let go of Harry for a moment. Harry felt a confusion arise. "Please?"
"Oh you make it too easy-and I love hearing you beg. But, I hadn't planned out past that for punishment…" Draco said fervently.
"Come on Draco, let the act down. You want this more than I do." Harry insinuated.
"Did…did you just call me Draco?" Harry nodded. The blonde immediately crashed into the brunette's arms again. Kissing, feeling, grinding-until he decided something else and pulled away.
"This all you want?" Draco asked again. Harry shook his head, and Draco laughed. He grasped Harry's hand and yanked him off in the direction of the Slytherin dormitories.
"Oh, fuck-Draco, I am not sure about this." Harry said. They were already in the bed, bodies twined together, making out heavily-well, until Harry had pulled away.
"Yes you are, you just wish you weren't." Draco pointed out. Harry gave up and resumed kissing again.
Draco yanked away Harry's shirt, no need for Harry to follow after ripping his own off in the closet earlier. It didn't take long until all their clothes were taken off each other, and they were lying side-by-side. Each scoping the other out.
"Damn, I picked the riiiight punishment Harry. I win here too." Harry rolled his eyes, and kissed Draco once lightly. Draco then laughed; "Now you decide to go easy on me Potter?"
"Just easing into things, this is at least MY first time doing this…and call me Harry." Draco smiled and laughed once more. "Fair enough-but don't take to long, as you can see, getting anxious down there.."
Harry tried not to laugh as he inspected. "So, how do we do this Draco? You want to, or do I?"
"You are insinuating in the case of full-on…right?" Draco asked menacingly. Harry nodded impatiently. "Well, Harry, I usually dominate…however, it is your first time. It may be more fun to see how you do going first. Now, I assume you need instruction?"
Harry shook his head, and he sat up. He grasped Draco clumsily and pulled him into his lap. He attempted to go straight for it, and Draco yanked back fervently. "What are you insane? You really don't know anything about this."
Harry looked taken aback, and Draco kissed him again softly to relax the tension. "It's okay. You didn't know you would have to know. I, uh, hold on." Draco grabbed his wand and muttered a small charm. It wet both Harry's fingers and his member with lubricant. Harry looked like a lost puppy, and it was funny.
"Okay, now listen close. I know we are both-" Draco was cut off by the urge to moan as Harry had gotten the picture himself. Inserting one digit at a time, slowly into Draco. Draco thrust himself matching Harry at certain points. Once he had reached three digits, Draco stilled himself.
"Harry, if you want to go ahead now would be the time." Draco kissed Harry's neck, circulating between biting and kissing, and Harry was more than ready. He slid himself into Draco with ease, and the sensation shocked them both.
At first Draco wouldn't let Harry move. Just trying to get used to it. Harry was so frustrated, because he really wanted to move. When Draco gave him the okay, Harry slammed Draco backwards into the bed and slammed into him hard and fast. Draco kept his legs wrapped around Harry's back and was moaning as he was enjoying being ridden so well.
When Harry finished inside Draco, the blonde just laughed and smiled. Harry pulled out and manoeuvred himself facing away from Draco.
"You know, you could still owe me one. That was more for you." Draco suggested, wrapping his arm around Harry.
"No one can know," Harry said darkly. Draco pulled Harry closed to him, his arm around his waist and head on Harry's shoulder. So warm and comfortable that neither boy wanted to leave.
"No one will then. This will be our little secret-if that is what you want Harry." Draco said softly. Harry nodded and smiled. "We will plan more times for this then?" Harry again nodded, and it was done