Hey there :D This is my first try on a Drarry story. I hope you like and enjoy this weird idea of mine ^_^' Comments are always welcome. And as always, English is still not my mother tongue, so if you find any mistakes, please let me know. Have fun! ;D

This is a fanfiction based on the Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters are the property of J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Warner Bros. Pictures, and other relevant parties.

Chapter 1

Harry groaned as a beam of sunlight shone directly into his face through the window and woke him from his fitful slumber. It was his third weekend back at Hogwarts for his eight-year and he had hoped that he could have a lie-in but the damn sunrise seemed to have other plans for him, as much as the imposing owl that sat perched on the windowsill and knocked her beak urgently against the glass.

Harry groaned again as he rolled out of his bed, eyes open by mere slits, and tumbled over on unsteady feet to let the blasted bird and cool morning air into the room. He heard Ron stir in the background but the ginger merely rolled over and began to snore. Squinting his eyes against the light, Harry fumbled with the bindings of the scroll which was attached to the leg of the beautiful nightcrawler. When he finally got it, the owl hooted and went off against the last stars that still twinkled at the firmament. It was too bloody early to be awake, Harry decided and fell back to his bed, burying his head in his pillow.

He still wasn't used to his new dorm room in the newly founded eighth-year tower which he shared with his best mate. The outlay was different, with beds, tables, and chairs coming in a double set and the huge windows on one wall. It wasn't the first time he had forgotten to draw his bed curtains shut, but today of all days it irritated him to such lengths that he couldn't fall back asleep.

Sighing, he rolled over to his back and sat up, scowling at the parchment while he unrolled it.

Harry scanned over it and his jaw dropped almost to the ground. What the hell was that? A shiver ran down his back as he began to read from the top again.

~ One-shot ~

Draco grunted as Harry pressed him with his body against the wall. "Potter, what do you think you're doing?" the Slytherin prince scowled and tried to free his arms from the death grip the Gryffindor had on his arms. "Marking my territory, Draco," Harry smirked at him and descended his lips to Draco's neck.

The blonde stood frozen. Flabbergasted out of his mind until his own body betrayed him and a moan found its way out of his mouth, bringing him back to the present. "Potter, unhand me this instant," Draco hissed, but his dying resistance spoke another language. One that Harry had just recently learned.

"Hm, I don't think so," he murmured against the red dot which was now forming on the pale skin beneath his lips. "I know you like being manhandled. You like it a little rough, don't you Draco?"

Harry felt the blonde shiver at his words and he shifted his leg between Draco's to rub lightly over the Slytherin's growing erection.

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Harry squeaked unmanly and threw the parchment against the wall where it rolled lazily into a now rumbled roll again.

"Merlin's sagging balls!" he wheezed out and rubbed a hand down over his horror-stricken face. "Bloody ever flying fuck!" he cursed and eyed the parchment suspiciously. He contemplated, should he pinch himself and hope he was in a nightmare or instantly go and claw his eyes out?

Deciding on pinching and hoping for the best, he did just that with his eyes squeezed shut. Then he blinked. Nope, no dream then. The bloody scroll still was there and so were the letters on it. Letters which had burned an image into his mind, he wasn't sure he could ever forget.

Ron grunted suddenly, making Harry almost jump out of his skin. In a hurry he grabbed his wand and shot a hastily cast 'Incendio' against the parchment, burning it to ash in mere seconds.

Harry glanced at his slowly waking friend, feeling the red hot burn of embarrassment creeping over his cheeks. He hoped with all his heart that this was a one time joke to never be repeated. He couldn't even imagine how Ron would react if he were the one to read something like that.

Banishing everything that had happened in the past half an hour from his mind, Harry finally got out of his bed, snatched a towel and fresh clothes from his trunk, and walked out of the room. He needed a shower, a cold one and he wasn't keen to ponder why he needed it cold. Ice cold.

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Draco walked into the Great Hall and let his eyes roam over the students currently present which weren't many at this early hour. He let out his breath in relief when no one instantly shot a hex at him and moved fast to his chair at the outside of the eight years table, which was situated parallel to the teachers one.

He warily glanced one more time around and then began to fill his plate. He was an early riser and it paid him greatly, he had found since coming back to Hogwarts for his final year. Like this, he could mostly go unnoticed and enjoy a hex-free breakfast before the coursing began anew.

It had been clear to him what would be coming his way when the Wizengamot announced his parole after Potter had spoken his testimony in favor of Draco and his mother. He had to finish his education, wasn't allowed to leave the country for three years and had to volunteer for a Ministry-approved cause after he finished school. His parents had to pay war reparations, with his father going to Askaban and his mother being under house arrest, Draco thought that they had been lucky with the outcome of their trials. Having lost all respect for his father, Draco was glad the man couldn't breathe down his neck at every turn. His mother was kind of fired up to remodel Malfoy Manor and ride it off all Dark Magic that had infused into it when the Dark Lord was their unwelcome guest.

He was just about to take a sip from his tea when a brown barn owl swept down and threw a scroll into his lap. Draco flinched and looked anxiously down. He had got enough hate mail in the last weeks since he was back at school, some coming with curses when being touched.

He wearily took the scroll, unrolled it, and scanned the bottom of the parchment. It had no sender name but the script was neat and completely unfamiliar to him. Slowly he began to read.

~ OS Story ~

His green eyes spit fire into the darkness that surrounded him, as he braced himself against the ropes that held him. The spotlight which was directed to his bound figure was hurting his eyes but he wouldn't give up. His white shirt was ripped open, the buttons were strewn across the floor.

"I knew you would look marvelous like this. The Savior of the Wizarding World, bound by his own desire. How does it feel, Potter? The rough robes against your skin and knowing you're at my mercy to do whatever I like to you? Are you turned on?"

The voice came from behind him and Harry knew in an instant who had captured him. He would recognize this significant drawl everywhere in the world. A shiver ripped through his body as a nimble, pale finger caressed down his left side beneath his shirt.

"Malfoy. What is the meaning of this? Unbind me," Harry growled when he threw himself against his bonds again.

Draco chuckled amused and pinched the Gryffindor's nipple. It was a punishment and a promise at the same time.

"Not so fast Potter. I'm not done with you yet."

Slowly, Draco walked around the raven-haired hero, his fingers never leaving the hot, delectable skin of his prisoner.

"I have a certain torture for you in mind. One that'll have you scream my name in ecstasy when I'm done with you," the Slytherin said while his hands slipped down to the waistband of Gryffindor's Muggle jeans.

"Get your hands off me," Harry seethed but needed to bite back a whimper as Draco's fingers carded through his happy trail.

"That didn't sound like denial, Potter. Be honest! You like it," Draco whispered while he leaned in and ghosted his lips against Harry's ear shell. Without further ado, he ripped the jeans buttons open and dunked his lean but strong hand into the opening, pressing harshly against the raven's prick.

"At least your body is honest," the blond chuckled in delight and began to rub his hand up and down the hot, rigid flesh of the Golden Boy in sensual motions.

Harry stifled a groan by biting harshly down on his lower lip. Losing the battle with his eyelids to stay open, his eyes closed shut, the sensation of the Slytherin's ministrations on his boxer clad rod too much for him to handle. He shook his head in denial and gasped when plump lips descended on his own, pulling his lower lip into his capture's mouth. He felt a soothing tongue sensually drag over the abused skin and let out a startled breath as the action shot electric shocks right down to his member, making it stiffen even more.

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Draco's hands were shaking madly as he squeezed his horrified eyes shut and grumbled the paper into a small ball. Who the bloody hell came up with such outlandish and abhorrent thoughts and even saw the need to write them down? Further, who saw the need to send it to him? This was the sickest joke anyone had ever played on him and he wished to burn the sender alive with the parchment stuffed into their mouths.

Squirming in his seat, he suddenly froze and noticed with horror creeping up his chest, that he wasn't unaffected by what he had just read. The blush that had found its way onto his cheeks washed out in an instant and his already pale skin lost all of its remaining color as he glanced down between his legs. No! This couldn't happen to him! He wasn't turned on! He couldn't! This was …

"Malfoy are you alright?"

Draco's head snapped around, almost giving him whiplash, as he starred horror-stricken into his nemesis' brilliant green eyes. He hadn't noticed that the Great Hall had slowly filled with students, too entranced by the story which was balled up in his trembling fist. His mouth gaped open but only a whimper found its way out, as he tried to find scanting words for his past enemy.

Potter looked worried back, stretching a hand out to his and the sodding parchment. All of a sudden Draco squeaked and shot out of his seat, breakfast forgotten and rushed out of the hall on a limp. Embarrassment burned his whole body up and let him glow like a fucking inferno. He needed to get as far away from Potter as possible. His heart hammered in his chest as if it tried to find a way out of it and his stomach felt as ill as if an angry hornets' nest was dropped in there.

Breathing heavily, he slammed the loo's door shut and sank against it. His head thumped against the wood as he stared up to the ceiling and tried to get his turmoiled thoughts in check. This was the most horrendous torture he had ever suffered. And he cursed his treacherous body, which eagerly responded to what he had read.

He looked down to the grumbled parchment and with a sudden burst of anger smashed it into the toilet and flushed it down, angrily ripping at the metal chain. His palm hurt and his breath came in short gasps as he slowly got his demeanor together again.

He would think about it, would talk about it, and would completely vanish it from his brain. He sincerely hoped that the writer would have mercy on him and not send him something again.

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Harry watched Malfoy limp out of the Great Hall in a rush and carded his fingers through his unruly hair. What had happened that Malfoy had his knickers in a twist? He knew that the Slytherin was victim to hexes and curses, some going so far to infuse parchment with potions that caused nasty burns over the skin when touched. He had witnessed this on the third day back and was livid with the senders who couldn't wrap their heads around the fact that the war was over and done with. He even had had a fit right here last week, when Malfoy collapsed during dinner, hexed by a sixth-year student while eating.

Headmistress McGonagall had warned the students after that, that she wouldn't tolerate any of this nonsense and would take tough actions should something like that happen again. But Malfoy's exit told him that her warning had gone unheard to some people. Harry contemplated if he should have a talk with her and alerted her to the incident but wasn't too sure that it had been one. For the most part, the Slytherin hadn't seemed harmed, only startled and kind of embarrassed. Okay, a freaking lot of embarrassment given the almost glowing red color that had graced his skin up to his ears.

Harry bit his lower lip as a thought crept into his brain. Malfoy's reaction to Harry's simple question and the sudden mad dash out of the Great Hall didn't add up to a hex or a potion drenched parchment. The blond had first taken action as Harry tried to get the mail out of his fist and the little whimper that had escaped out of ghostly pale lips didn't do it either. 'It couldn't be,' he thought as he absentmindedly poured orange juice over his cornflakes. Malfoy couldn't have also gotten the same story Harry had been gifted this morning, couldn't he?

Gifted? A voice supplied with a smirking touch in his brain, letting Harry violently shake his head.

'Good God!' he thought and put the spoon in his mouth, cringing at the horrible taste.

"Harry! What are you doing?" Hermione asked aghast as she sat down in front of him and placed a tome beside her plate, eyeing his breakfast warily.

"Erm, … up to new adventures?" he supplied forced cheerfully and took another spoonful, chewing pensively. His face involuntarily cringed again.

Hermione snorted, "Has your life become so boring that you see the need to kill your tastebuds?" She chuckled at his antics and cleaned his bowl out with a swish of her wand. "Here, now you can do it right"

"Thanks, Hermione." Harry grinned at his friend and this time poured milk over his flakes. "You seemed absentminded. Did something happen before I was here?" Hermione asked and put a teabag in her cup with hot water.

Harry choked on his cornflakes and groused out between coughing to get his windpipe cleaned, "No, … no-thin.."

Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "You're not convincing. Did something happen with Malfoy?" she asked while opening the tome, pretending to read.

"Malfoy?" Harry squeaked, remembering the sodding parchment of this morning and the weird behavior of the Slytherin. "Why would you ask about him?"

"Oh, just so. I saw him running out of the hall as if a Nundu was on his heels and vanishing into the boy's loo. He looked distressed." She paused and shot him a measuring look. "He didn't get hexed again, didn't he?"

Harry shook his head, "No, he wasn't." He contemplated telling her about the parchment clutched in Malfoy's hand, but decided against it. It reminded him of his version, not suitable for minors, and he didn't want to start with that.

"Who wasn't what?" Ron asked as he sat down beside Hermione and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I asked Harry if Malfoy was hexed this morning since he looked distressed earlier."

"Ah, leave the Ferrett be. It's none of our concern. The git had it coming," Ron mumbled between bites of his sausage. Harry glared at him, "You of all people should know how I think about that. I didn't testify for him only to look the other way when he's abused."

"Woah, calm down mate. It isn't as if he'll keel over any moment," Ron groaned exasperatedly.

"RONALD!" Hermione screeched and swatted him over his head.

"That's it. I'm done," Harry growled, throwing his spoon noisily on the table, and got up from his seat. "See you later Hermione," he said pointedly to the bushy-haired girl, completely ignoring Ron's accusing stare.

Fuming, he made it around the table, when he heard Ron mutter under his breath, "... holding hands with that slimy git now …"

Harry nearly exploded at that but Hermione was faster. She took the tome she brought earlier and smacked it straight into Ron's face. "You're the slimy git. I'm so disappointed in you. Don't even imagine coming to Harry or me without an apology," she hissed at her boyfriend, trembling from head to toe with anger.

"Come, Harry, we've got better things to do." With that, she grabbed Harry's arm and guided him out of the Great Hall.

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