Title: Screwed
Author: Goddess Shinigami
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/? and H/D
Summary: Harry gets screwed, but by whom and why is he so possessive? Draco to save the day? Maybe. . .SLASH
Disclaimer: I don't own the wonderful characters of Harry Potter Ms. J. K. Rowling does!
Notes: This came to me a like one in the morning last night and I just decided to write it. We will find out who that question mark is sooner or later. Also is it bad to write a story that technically your not even allowed to read yet? I think that's a little screwed don't you think?
Harry walked into the room knowing what was coming. No sooner had he shut the door was he slammed up against it and kissed fiercely. His aggressor reached around to turn the lock and then maneuvered them both onto a nearby couch. They fell onto it with a thud and the sounds of protesting springs.
They both fumbled with each other's clothing for a while until not a single piece of clothing remain between them. There was nothing to hinder the contact they wanted. To the outsider this would just seem like two boys fucking in an unused teacher's lounge, who knows maybe that 's what it was?
The boy on top was trailing kisses down Harry's body as Harry whispered expletives and moans, urging him lower. They boy complied and when he reached his goal he smiled and took it wholly into his mouth. He didn't move for a few seconds, getting used to it, then ever so slowly he began to move rhythmically up and down running his tongue along the surfaces it could reach.
Harry gasped and let out another moan. "Jesus Christ! Don't stop!" He arched his back, raising his hips, forcing the boy to take him deeper into his throat. Harry clenched his fists. If he didn't stop he was going to come, but maybe that was the idea?
He could feel it building inside him. There was no turning back from here. He came, the other boy swallowed every last bit and came back up to kiss Harry, letting him taste himself on the other boy's lips. The couch squeaked some more and they both froze for a moment listening for any signs of life that might try and come into this room.
After a few seconds the boy on top looked down at Harry. "Now." He stated kissing Harry again. He moved down stopping at a nipple to suck for a minute and then the other. He loved to make Harry squirm. It was a wonderful feeling to have The Boy who lived at your mercy.
He kneeled between Harry's legs and put his erection up to his entrance. He sat there for a moment as if contemplating whether he should do it or not, but finally decided he should and pushed in with one quick thrust. Harry screamed.
"Fhhhhuuuuuck!" The boy moaned feeling the tightness of being inside Harry. He had done this countless times and he never seemed to loosen up. It was always mind blasting. He pulled out and thrust in again making the raven-haired boy moan more.
Harry tangled his fingers in the boy's hair. "I want . . .faster . . .harder!" He gasped. The other boy complied and began almost pounding into him. The faster he went the faster his climax was building, the faster he would come.
They began to move simultaneously and the boy reached down to stroke Harry's newfound erection in time with his thrusts. They both knew it would be over in a matter of seconds. As the boy's thrusts became more frantic Harry came over both of their stomachs. The boy followed soon after coming deep inside Harry then collapsing on top of him.
They lay there for a moment wondering if this time will be different. Harry strokes the other boy's sweaty hair. "Will you stay this time?" He asked. They boy shook his head and lifted himself out and off Harry.
He threw Harry his clothes and robes and proceeded to put his own on in a half-assed way. When he was done he unlocked the door and strolled out not even taking a look back at the boy on the couch.
Harry watched him go. He sat there for a few minutes staring at the door, but it was pointless. He wouldn't come back. He never came back, even if he forgot something, he never came back. That's what made Harry wonder why he put up with this? Why did he come back every time, just to be fucked and left to clean up the mess?
He heard the door open and didn't bother to look up. He knew he would be in trouble. He knew it wasn't the one he wanted it to be. He knew the questions would come and he wouldn't answer them. Harry looked up to see who had come in and gasped.
"Potter, what are you doing here?" Draco asked as if noticing him for the first time. Then he got a good look at him. His clothes weren't even on the were certainly placed in a strategic place, but most certainly not on.
Harry looked down and himself and thanked the lucky stars that his clothes had landed where they did. "I could say the same to you Malfoy." He retorted sitting up and slightly repositioning the clothes in his lap.
Draco sat down the couch crossing his legs. The springs protested yet again. "Well, quite frankly Potter, I was coming here to have a good wank and since I've been rather loud lately I thought I would go somewhere else besides the Slytherin dorms." Draco said in a very nonchalant voice.
Harry stared for a minute. "Why didn't you get Pansy to suck it off for you? I know she gives you hand jobs in Potions. Does Snape really give you that bad of a hard on?" Harry taunted trying to break through the embarrassment he was feeling.
"Really Potter, I'd expect you to know that I have better taste than that, but I must be off. I have something to take care of." Draco stood and hesitated for a moment looking down at Harry. Should I? I mean can I risk it? He's obviously been fucking someone. Oh fuck it! He bent down and placed a kiss on Harry's lips.
Harry sat there dumbfounded looking quite like a carp. "You? Why? Huh?" he managed to get out, but Draco was already gone. I was dreaming. I was having a nightmare. Malfoy did NOT just kiss me. I am not delusional. I am perfectly sane. He thought to himself standing and beginning to dress. "He mustn't find out. If he does, I might get the bondage treatment. I still have scars from when Seamus dared to put his arm around my shoulders. Oh shit!" He finished putting on his clothes and left.
Harry headed toward Gryffindor tower as quickly as he could. It had to be close to three in the morning and McGonagall had begun checking beds. She would be around soon. He reached the fat lady and whispered the password. "J'adore Gryffindor." The fat lady was learning French and decided it would be nice to have a French password.
He climbed through the portrait hold and into the common room looking around for anyone who might be watching. Harry didn't see anyone and ran up to the dorms and dove through the hangings on his bed and under the covers. Thank God this day is over. And please don't let him find out about that kiss. Harry thought as he lay back on the pillows and drift off to sleep.
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Okie. . .this is going to be like 3 or 4 parts. I can't decide, but we will find out who this mystery person is in the next chapter. (I know DLM was posed to get a shag scene, but it will. In due time.) By the way up there ^ that was my first shag scene I've ever written. So go easy on me k?
Love you guys,
Goddess Shinigami