A/N: alright everybody, here is (FINALLY) chapter five… This past couple….what is it, months?...have been very busy so I haven't been on fanfiction at all for a long time. But I'm hoping that I'm done with the busy stuff now (wishful thinking, seeing as its almost Christmas already…..) and I should be able to update more regularly.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything save the plot. (and oh how yummy it is xD)
Hermione glanced at the portrait entrance, a puzzled look on her face. Harry had just left for detention, and she had been almost positive that he had left with a smile on his face.
To Snape. For detention.
Something wasn't right.
"Hey Ron," Hermione mused, "Do you think there's something going on with Harry?"
Ron looked up from his Quidditch catalogue and focused his blue eyes on Hermione.
"Nope. Why?"
"Well, he seems to be acting a bit…strange. Like at breakfast the other day, he just up and left with the oddest expression on his face…" Hermione closed her book and placed it idly on her lap. Ron shuffled a bit closer to her on the couch and screwed up his face in concentration.
"Well…" Ron strained to think about breakfast the other day. All he could remember were the pancakes. Lots of pancakes. In fact, he didn't remember Harry leaving early at all. "I dunno, really. Maybe he's sick or something."
"Maybe…" Hermione mused. But somehow, she knew that that wasn't it. Harry had been acting very strange lately, and she had a feeling that it had something to do with the snakes.
Harry opened the door to the potions room with some trepidation. Nervous excitement bubbled in his stomach, and he groin was already aching with the thoughts that filled his head.
"Hero, so nice of you to show up. You're late." Draco was perched on the edge of Snape's desk, his legs crossed in front of him, his hands resting behind his back on the dark mahogany.
Harry swallowed, his throat dry. Draco was wearing a tight green dress shirt, with close fitting black slacks. His eyes were a smoldering silver, and they pierced right through Harry.
"I'm not late…I was supposed to show up at 7."
Ah, but Hero…" Draco's voice was deceptively soft, and Harry found himself shivering at the sound. "It's 7:01."
Harry shuffled into the room and shut the door softly behind him. He walked anxiously up to Draco, stopping just 3 feet in front of him. Draco smirked at him.
"What am I going to be doing for my…detention?" Harry asked quietly. He voice was buzzing with tension, and Draco caught it, his eyes growing deceptively darker.
"You're going to be ravished, because you haven't been a good boy, have you, Hero?" Harry nodded quickly, the movement jerky.
Draco stood up from his position on the desk and moved closer to Harry, who fought not to move back.
Draco walked up to Harry until there was only one inch of space between them, and Harry could feel Draco's body heat radiating through the two layers of clothes. Draco's eyes were gazing into Harry's, and Harry shivered at the expression hidden them.
"Do you think you've been a bad boy, Hero?" Draco's breath whispered across Harry's lips, and he opened his mouth in response.
"Yes." Harry whispered, almost inaudibly.
"I don't think I heard that." Draco whispered louder.
"Yes." Harry said hoarsely.
"Good." Draco grabbed Harry's neck and pulled him in viciously, dragging him closer in a dominating kiss.
Harry felt like he was drowning. Draco's tongue took, and refused to give. Harry felt his mouth get violently claimed, and he moaned loudly. But after a few seconds of this, he pulled away in fear.
"What about Snape?" Harry asked, worried. Even though he was aroused as hell, and pressed up against 6' 1'' of hard domination, he was still more worried about Snape's reaction if he happened to walk in on the scene.
"He's at a teacher's meeting, and will be gone for 2 hours. Why? Are you worried, Hero?" Draco didn't give time for Harry to respond, instead grabbing him forcefully by the arse and dragging him closer. Harry hissed as his erection came into contact with Draco's through his pants, and forced himself not to groan.
Draco slapped him lightly. Harry opened his eyes and gazed at Draco in mild shock.
"What?" Harry asked, wondering what he had done to make Draco upset already.
"Don't ever hold back noise." Draco hissed. "I want to scream and moan like a wanton slut, because you're my wanton slut. And I want the noises you make." Harry groaned then, and grew harder.
Draco smirked and began to fumble with the buttons of Harry's black dress shirt, undoing them with ease. Draco flipped them around and began backing Harry up. Harry gasped as his legs came into contact with the hard edge of Snape's desk, and he quickly hopped up on it, grateful for the hard surface. His legs quivered.
Draco thrust his torso between Harry's spread legs, and Harry moaned at the friction.
"Spread your legs apart farther, Hero. You're not nearly slutty enough yet for my liking." Harry moaned and complied. Draco tore off Harry's shirt and pressed his cock harder against Harry, and Harry squirmed.
At Harry's squirm, Draco let out a hiss. Draco latched on to Harry's nipple and but down, causing Harry to let out a scream. Draco chuckled darkly and bit down harder, earning a moan of pleasure-filled pain from Harry. Draco's hands began to undo Harry's trouser buttons, all the while continuing to bite and lick Harry's exposed chest.
"Draco…" Harry moaned.
"Yes, Hero?" Draco groaned hoarsely.
"Can I grab your hair? …Please?" Harry squirmed and tried to find purchase on the smooth surface of the desk, but found none.
"You may, Hero."
Harry's fingers grabbed Draco's blond hair and both boys groaned at the feeling.
Draco finished unbuttoning Harry's trousers and he backed away from Harry in order to get them off.
Harry whimpered at the loss.
"Draco….please." Harry writhed on the desk.
"Please what, Hero? I think you'll have to beg me."
"Please come back to me…." Harry moaned.
"Touch yourself, Hero."
Harry hastily grabbed his cock and stroked it, hissing at the feeling. Draco's eyes dilated until they were completely black with lust.
"Finger your hole, slut. Moan for me. Make me want to make you scream."
Harry hastily complied, all the more turned on by the orders. He reached behind himself and plunged two fingers into his hole, hissing at the plain-filled pleasure. He began to stroke his insides in time to his cock. He writhed on top of the desk, and fixed his gaze on Draco's.
"Draco…" Harry groaned.
"Yes, Hero?" Draco rasped darkly. His pants threatened to tear from the pressure.
"Fuck me."
"Say please." Draco ordered. But the order lacked power, because he was already ripping off his clothes.
"Please." Harry whispered.
Draco ripped off his shirt and stalked up to Harry. Harry moaned at the pain of Draco's grip as Draco flipped him over and plunged into Harry's already stretched hole.
Both boys groaned simultaneously at the feeling. Harry clenched around Draco and he hissed.
"I love your hole, slut. It's so tight. And it's mine." Draco began to thrust, digging his fingers deep into Harry's sides. "Say it's mine, Hero."
"It's yours."
"Who's?"
"My hole is yours, Draco." Harry screamed as Draco began to pound, the pain and the pleasure blurring together as Harry felt his climax approaching. His cock was throbbing against the unrelenting surface of the desk, but Harry didn't mind. It only gave him more friction.
"Come with me, Hero." Draco moaned as he neared his climax. Harry moaned in agreement.
Pants and groans and the sound of flesh filled the air as both boys reached the end. Draco gasped as Harry clenched his muscles around his cock, and Draco burst inside of Harry, filling him with his seed. Harry screamed his climax, his seed unloading all over Snape's desk, which was mercifully clean.
Harry lay there, limp on the table, and tried to regain his breathing. Draco's warm weight was resting on him. Harry closed his eyes in utter contentment, the feel of Draco's softening cock inside him just felt so right.
After a few minutes, Draco got up, slipping out of Harry. Harry smiled at the feeling of Draco's essence inside of him. Harry got up a second later.
"Your detention is over, Hero." Draco's voice seemed colder than usual, and Harry looked up at him in mild alarm.
Draco's eyes were icy.
"Leave now." Draco threw Harry his clothes and pointed at the door. Harry looked at him in puzzlement.
"LEAVE." Draco roared. Harry left, charming his clothes on as he walked.
And that's it, guys! Hope you liked it xD. Draco's expression towards the end is some further plot development…..(hehe)…..so you'll just have to wait and witness his inner turmoil in the next chapter….
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