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Chapter 21: Rape me
It was a beautiful morning. There are days, that time simply forgets. This seemed to be one of them. Harry had picked a beautiful spot to go for breakfast with Draco, since they rarely had time to go out. They sat on the sofa that the cafeteria provided, facing the nearby hill and the cloudless sky. Behind them was a couple, seemingly having a fight. Harry and Draco looked at each other at the yelling, but decided to stay put. They were going to leave eventually, and there was nowhere far enough not to hear their bickering.
Draco sprawled himself on the sofa, gray eyes watching Harry lazily, hand supporting his chin.
"You should put on your glasses again some night"
Harry crooked an eyebrow, half-smiling.
"Some…night?"
"Yeah" Draco bit his lip provocatively, his eyes sparkling. "I should show you some of my fantasies"
"Seriously Draco, I'm positive you used to hate my glasses"
"I wouldn't say 'hate' is the right word…But they really annoyed me. The way seeing your round-shaped-geeky glasses would make me wank for hours in a row…"
"Hush! There're people behind us!"
Draco slithered his way closer to Harry, one arm between the raven-haired man's spread legs, the other disappearing in his hair, massaging his head, making Harry relax to his touch…
"I don't care about stupid, asexual people, Potter. I just want you to put those glasses back on so that I can lick the rim while I'm fucking you senseless, your legs spread at my sides, your mouth gaping with moans, your eyes closed and your expression so needy that it'll burst my head…"
Harry chuckled "You won't get me hard again, you git. We came here to have breakfast, and this is ALL that's gonna happen."
He turned to look at the blond, to find out that he was grinning wickedly.
"Confident, aren't we?"
"Yes, and the waiter's coming, babe."
Draco glared at Harry, and turned to the waiter, who had approached them, smiling. When his eyes fell on Draco however, his expression turned to astonished. Harry frowned; Draco looked at the man, recognizing his interest.
Damn gays. Harry cursed with a passion. How can you stop sexual feelings when both sides are so insatiable?
"What are you having?" the waiter tried to bring the smile back to his face, which was now a light red at the cheeks.
"Coffee. Black." Harry spoke, threat clear in his voice, and the waiter looked at his block, noting the order.
"What kinds of juice do you have?" Draco asked playfully, causing Harry to glare at him. Draco did not tear his eyes away from the blond waiter. The boy looked up, and Draco spread his legs, making the other's eyes flutter to his crotch. The boy quickly averted his gaze, blushing further. He coughed to clear his throat.
"Strawberry, lemon, grapefruit, cherry, banana-"
"Banana it is then"
Harry's gaze fell on the blond's crotch, understanding now why the boy was blushing so freakin much. As the waiter walked away from them, Harry grabbed Draco's swollen prick, and the blond hissed, still smiling.
"What got you so turned on for Merlin's sake!"
"He liked me"
Harry glared daggers.
"This is not funny"
"No it's not, but it's true." Draco turned to face him, their lips inches apart. "Jealous, Potter?"
Harry growled. But there were people watching. He should not react. So he turned his face away, ignoring the blond.
"Mmmm" Draco hummed, his fingers playing with Harry's hair. "My boy is mad, what should I do? Do you want me to apologize, Potter?"
"I can't believe you"
"I never said he got me hard, I just said he liked me"
"Yeah, whatever Draco"
"Oh I love it when you're mad, why aren't you more often? Back in school it was all you were at me"
"Do you want things to go back to that?" Harry looked straight in his eyes, green sparkling menacingly. Draco felt even more drawn to him than intimidated. Normal things just didn't work on him.
"If you wear that lovely tie again, why not?" he grinned. He received no reply.
"Touch me, Harry, you know you want to" he licked Harry's earlobe, causing him to shiver, and unbuttoned his pants in a swift movement. Harry's eyes fluttered to his crotch, feeling a wave of desire rush through his body as his cock began to harden against his will to keep a clear mind.
"Stop. We're not alone"
Draco smirked against the skin of his neck, returning to his ear…
"You fuck really well, Potter, have I ever told you that? You're so big you make me think you'll tear my ass apart, but then you move-Potter-that blinding second before you ram back into me seems so long that I feel like begging-faster-harder-you know, you've heard me-and then you hit that spot inside me that makes me scream, and I wonder, why am I still hard? I should have come a thousand times till now-and you grab my dick-and I'm pretty sure I'm moaning so loudly the neighbors can't sleep-and you squeeze, and you fuck, and it hurts-and it's thrilling, oh so thrilling-Potter- and all the time I can think of only one thing- I could be your bitch forever- down on all fours-being fucked like that-head pulled back by the hair, ass pinned to your skin, one bloody corrupted sense of love that nobody can touch this perfectly"
Harry is panting. His cock is so hard that being restrained is painful, his mind a mess and his vision almost blurred with desire…
"But the truth is, Potter…I couldn't give up fucking you" Harry gasps, biting his lip. His eyes, half-open, fall on Draco's swollen pants, fighting the urge to kneel…
"I couldn't give up that sense of absolute power, having the hero of the world at my mercy, making those sounds-those delicious, tortured sounds- begging-oh I love it when you beg- sucking me like that-as if my dick is the only thing that matters, even if it's too big for your mouth- isn't it baby?- I've seen no greater hunger in your eyes than when you suck me- and it's so good- you're so good, and I need it now, so much-''
"Draco" came Harry's husky voice.
"Aha?"
"The waiter's back"
Draco smiled and cuddled behind Harry, face buried in his hair. Harry was steaming. The waiter looked at them, the raven haired man glaring at him like a wild animal, and the blond wearing a playful, challenging expression. He was by no means getting himself into this! He left the drinks and hurried away.
Draco's expression immediately changed. He moved to his side, depriving Harry of the contact, and reached in his pocket, taking his tobacco out, and putting a filter tip between his lips. Harry watched him rolling his cigarette, his breath hitching when he licked the paper, his dick aching for him to do something…
Draco looks at him for a moment, lighting it, and then he takes a drag. Harry watches as his tongue licks the tip of the cigarette, and then as the smoke exits his mouth to disappear inside his nostrils…and it's so…so unbelievably sexy that it does it for him.
He kneels between Draco's legs, and the blond spreads them wider, taking another drag, expression harsh and unmoved. Just as Harry likes it…
He opens his pants completely, taking his swollen prick out, licking a line up the head, all the while watching the blond smoke, that look on his face driving him wild…He opens his own pants, beginning to wank, and he swallows Draco's length to the root. Draco exhales sharply, closing his eyes, but keeps silent. The couple behind them is still bickering.
Harry sucks, licks, watching the blond watching him, sweat dripping down his pale forehead, the hand holding the cigarette twitching at every suck, his muscles clenching and unclenching, and then, just when Draco's breathing has become erratic, Harry feels the blond's hand caressing his check, sees dilated eyes looking down on him, and then the blond slides his thumb over Harry's lips, stopping to pat twice at his bottom lip. And Harry braces himself, moving his hand on his prick faster, and he feels Draco cuming in his mouth, his own need exploding as he swallows him to the last drop.
He sits up next to the blond, watching Draco pant, his mouth hanging open. He smiles, leaning in for a kiss, and Draco answers, forcing Harry's lips open and tasting himself in the cave of him mouth, groaning when he realizes that Harry has kept some of his cum in his mouth and is now sharing it with him, provoking him, making him want to pin him down on the sofa and keep his promise to fuck him senseless…
"So..that was..nice" Harry mutters cheerfully, breaking the kiss. Draco mutters a cleaning spell and they both button their pants, realizing the couple behind them has gone quiet. They look at each other, realizing they've been caught, and burst out in heart-felt laughter.
Draco is beaming. Harry's laughter is peace for him, and this all that he could ever ask for. He smiles at him, waiting for him to stop laughing.
"What?"
"You're cute when you laugh"
Harry blushes, and takes a sip of his coffee. "Well that's good, I guess"
"Yeah. It's good" Draco smiles wider.
"So, when's the trial?"
"The day after tomorrow I think, perhaps earlier"
"So you won't go"
"As long as they're not making me"
Harry nods. Draco's denial to see his father that sacrificed his life for him is annoying, but Harry can live with it.
"So what was it that they wanted, that night they called you?"
"To lock me in, what else?"
Harry frowns."How?Why? Can they do that?"
Draco chuckles. "You're really thick sometimes…I'm a Death Eater's son, have escaped countless accusations so far. Why WOULDN'T they want me locked up?"
"Yeah but why now?"
"Why is the sky blue?" Draco looks him in the eyes, smiling kindly and giving him a peck on the cheek.
Harry smiles back and sprawls himself on the sofa, head facing the sky.
"It doesn't matter" he whispers, answering Draco.
"Yeah, I guess that's it" says Draco, sighing.
"Can you hear that?" Harry asks after a while.
"Oh! That's my phone. Oh God, stupid things, I'll never get used to them"
"Your phone rings with a reggae version of killing me softly? Merlin that's gay!" chuckles Harry as Draco makes intense efforts to finding his phone. He succeeds and gives a intense kiss on Harry's lips before he picks up.
"Oh, mother, it's you"
Harry turns to his coffee once more.
"No I won't come to the trial."
"your husband asked this himself. You know how much I'd hate being disrespectful.-No, of course I'm not making fun of him.-Yes I know.-I just won't come, ain't that enough?"
Silence follows for a while, and then Harry lifts his eyes to look at face is worried, almost angered.
"I don't know what you're talking about.-No, that's not true.- Well that's their job, not mine!-I'll drop by, we can't talk now."
And he hangs up.
Harry looks at him, worried.
"Something wrong?"
"Yeah, as usual…I have to go to the Manor, talk to mother. She's frickin out." He sighs.
"I see"
"It's not that I don't get it. Staying alone at that age…must be awful."
He turns to look at Harry. "Is it ok if I go? I can meet you after work"
"Yeah, sure, Drake" he kisses him tenderly."I'll be at home"
Later, at Malfoy Manor…
"You mean to say, that your Father, YOUR FATHER, killed a man by hand!" yells Narcissa, face wild.
"Yes, that's the big picture"
"You are messing with me. Stop that! Your Father is sacrificing himself for you, I demand respect on his behalf! I demand that you come down to the trial, show that you care! I demand that you care! We both know why he did this!" her voice is so loud it's irritating, but Draco keeps a calm exterior, expression relaxed as the lies on the couch.
"Oh, do we? And why would that be?" he smirks
"He did it for you! In order for you to have an ordinary life! And you are like this! As if nothing happened! As if my husband is not going to be locked up for his entire life!'
"This is getting old, do you have something else to say, mother? I really should go"
Narcissa walks to him and grabs him by the hem of his shirt, yanking him up.
"You'd better say you're sorry and come down to beg for your father, tell them why he did this, try to ease his sentence."
"We both know I won't."
"Then you give me no choice"
"You'll hand me over to the Aurors? They can't do a thing without the weapon of the murder, they don't have proof. And don't forget I have another ace up my sleeve"
Draco smirks.
"Potter" utters Narcissa spitefully.
"Yes"
"One's greatest blessing can turn to one's biggest weakness, they say"
"I'd love to see you try" he snarls, releasing himself from her grip and exiting the Manor.
Draco is furious. How does she DARE threaten him? Oh great, his arm is twitching again. This is so screwed up. He bangs the door of his house behind him. Harry won't be home for another hour. He can't stay here. His anger can't be contained, he has to go out. He needs something…something…
He lands a punch on the sink, but he's so tense he's not feeling the pain.
He grabs a post it from the table, looks outside the window for a moment before he writes down with a boiling passion, almost tearing the paper apart.
"Rape me"
And he sticks it to the fridge, noting the place and time for Harry to meet him at the bottom.
When Harry got home, he knew something was wrong with Draco. But note or not, he had to go to him.
The alleyway was dark and Harry had to wait a bit to adjust to the lack of light. There was a man there, wearing a very provocative shirt, net-like holes revealing his skin, tight pants and face hidden in the shadows…
And the man stepped into the faint light and in Harry's field of view.
"D-Draco?"
The blond looked weird, and Harry suspected he was drugged. He walked toward him, and Draco looked him in the eyes, looking as slutty as ever.
"What's wrong love?" Harry caressed his face and Draco smiled wickedly, dragging him towards the wall.
"Do what you came to do" he whispered in his ear, and Harry was growing hard, having him pinned on a wall in a dark alley…
"We have to talk"
"Later, I promise" and he turned his back at Harry, rubbing his ass against his prick…and Harry went for Draco's button's, opening them…
A whisper.
A whisper from the corner.
Harry turned to look at the direction of the sound, but there was no one there. Draco grunted impatiently.
Harry kissed his neck.
Another whisper, an eerie sound entering his head. He looked that way again. Nothing.
"hurry" Draco begged, and Harry tried to focus…but there it was again…in his head…echoing, bouncing on the dark walls…
"Ask him" the voice said.
Harry tensed. "Ask him how I died"
Harry turned his head once more towards the corner of the alley, where shadows were thicker…
"Oh, Merlin, Frank?"
Draco turned to face him, expression suddenly focused and alarmed.
"What did you say?"
"I…I…"
"talk!"
"I saw him…there, in the corner. Oh Lord." Harry was shaking, and Draco cradled him in his arms, his eyes gazing intently at where Harry had pointed, his brow furrowed.
There was no way that was happening, if Frank had indeed been a ghost all this time, Draco would be the first one to be haunted.
"Mother, what the hell are you up to?"
Another chapter has come to an end...Tell me what you thought, will you? :)
Narcissa is up to something, what could it be? Will Draco go to his father's trial? Without the weapon that Frank was killed with they can't accuse him of anything. And the weapon is still in Draco's hands...