Title: Always
Chapter: #1 - Nothing can stop me now…
Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: R just to be safe, dark content, rape, non-concentual sex, coerced sex, violence, some language, and questionable behavior, but I like it that way. :)
Summary: Draco can't sleep so he decides to wander. To his surprise he finds Harry at the Astronomy Tower. A fight ensues and the consequences bring out strange emotions.
Disclaimer: The characters in no way, shape, or form ever did, are, or will belong to me. The twisted storyline belongs to me though. J.K. Rowling would not be caught dead writing such things. No money is made of this and who would want to pay for something like this?
Warning: The only warning would be that if RAPE and NON-CONCENTUAL SEX between the same genders make you faint, then DO NOT READ. This story is SLASH (male/male relationship); the R rating is for a reason.
Notes: This story was inspired by Saliva's song "Always" hence the title. I listened to the song and wrote down the lyrics myself, therefore there are probably mistakes in them. The song could be considered as the thoughts of both Harry and Draco there are aspects of both in it. This is my first posted H/D fic of any kind, figures that it would be a slash one. This is Draco's point of view. For all intents and purposes the Astronomy Tower has many windows and most of them are open. This takes place around October of their 5th year.
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"Always" by Saliva
I hear a voice that don't be so blind
It's telling me all these things
That you would probably hide.
Am I your one and only desire?
Am I the reason you breath
Or am I the reason you cry?
Always, always, always…
(verse):
I just can't live without you.
I love you, I hate you, I can't get around you.
I breath you, I taste you, I can't live without you.
I just can't take anymore
It's like I'm solid so
I guess I'm out of the door
And I'm done with you
(end verse):
I feel like you don't want me around
I guess I'll pack all my things
I guess I'll see you around
It's all been bottled up until now
As I walk out your door all I can hear is the sound…
Always, always, always…
[VERSE]
I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you.
I wrap my head around your heart
Why would you tear my world apart?
Always, always, always…
I see the blood all over your hand
Does it make you feel more like a man?
Was it all just a part of your plan?
The pistol shaking in my hand and all I hear is the sound…
Always, always, always…
[VERSE]
[VERSE]
Always, always, always…
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Whose cruelty it was I don't know but by some malice I cannot get any sleep. Wouldn't do to get bags under my eyes, most unbecoming. Well, I should know, seen them countless times under Potter's eyes. Must be loosing his precious sleep over that Diggory's death. Quite useless, I say, can't change a thing.
Tsk, there I go again, loosing sleep over Potter, just as useless, that is news, indeed. Have I finally cracked around the edges? Hysterical thoughts are not what I'm supposed to be having. I really hate Potter, yes, hate him.
It's getting unbearably hot, wrapped up in my blankets. I feel trapped, time to get out. I grab my robes and pull them on over my pajamas. Carefully I make my way out of the dorm and out of the dungeons altogether. Whose brilliant idea was it to have so many flights of stairs between the dungeon and the Astronomy Tower? They should be shot.
Breathing heavily I finally reach the tower. To my greatest surprise and to some extent - satisfaction - I find Potter there. Just sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees and staring at the star filled sky.
I must keep my poise, "Potter!" Sneer in place, derisive air present, perfect.
He's startled for a moment but regains his composure quickly enough. Wearily he rises from the floor, very elegantly. I almost slap myself for the foolish thought but that would just give Potter a reason to pity me. That is unacceptable.
I'm delighted to see that sleepless nights have left him drained. Time to let out the venom, "Poor Potter, can't sleep? What, dreams of Diggory keeping you awake? Wish you had a chance to get a crack at him before Lord Voldemort?" that name almost makes me choke on my words. Potter certainly does not seem to be reacting; maybe I used one too many times. Interesting that time, on the train, it had him spitting mad.
Let's try again, "Or did you just wish you could've fucked him one last time?"
The reaction is instant, he's upon me, hands around my throat, "Don't you soil his name, and you aren't half the human he was."
Wrenching myself away I stumble, reach for my throat. The git actually bruised me. "Soft spot, Potter?" Hate him… hurt him… yes. "Or did I hit the truth?" another smirk.
He rams me into the wall, "Get it into your thick skull, Malfoy," his words are punctuated by my head being banged against the stone wall. And unpleasant feeling, infectious.
"Can't you give up? Just shut up and refrain from saying anything at all," he bangs my head again. I think it's to prove a point.
"Potter, I didn't know you had it in you," not the smartest thing I've ever done, but what's new? "Do that again," quite a devilish smile lights up my face. I must look frightful.
Potter scowls in disgust and backs up, "You really are crazy, Malfoy."
"No, but this isn't," I punch him in the face, a resounding crack as my knuckles connect with his jaw. He staggers and clutches at his face and then comes at me with a rage. I get my wind knocked out of me as he rams me in the stomach. I have another go at him, this one knocks his glasses off and they fall to the floor, forgotten. I see stars as he hits my head against the wall, hard. He reaches for my throat again and this time he squeezes in earnest.
My hands grope for my wand. The world's gone dimmer and my lungs burn. My fingers finally curl around the wood. Most suddenly I realize that even if I wanted to I couldn't cast a spell. No air to breath much less to talk.
Time for dirty measures. With all my remaining strength I knee him in the crotch. This works a miracle; he lets go immediately and falls over curling in on himself.
Wondrous air enters my lungs and I cherish it and the sight of Potter groaning in pain and rolling around helplessly. My throat feels tender; I'm bound to have bruises by tomorrow. I bruise so easily.
I try to laugh; it sounds more like a cackle, "I hope I didn't damage you too badly there, Potter. Wouldn't want famous Harry Potter impotent, now would we?"
"Oooh," is his only reply. Come to think of it he looks quite good without his glasses and all in pain.
A plan forms in my mind, I see clearly. And why shouldn't I act upon it?
My wand is still in my hand. Easy to just mutter a spell and then I see the ropes shimmer out of the end of it. They're silver, I like them.
Potter at once freezes up as the ropes bind his hands together. Surprised? Yes, and very angry.
"Silver is my color but it fits you very well, Potter. What do you think?"
"I think it's time to end this foolish game. Untie me," his green eyes are sending sparks my way.
I smile chillingly, like the predator I am, "No, the game's just beginning."
Maybe it's anger, or maybe it's hate, or fear, that I see in his eyes. Why shouldn't he fear me? As I move closer he tries to back away. I'm right in front of him but he insists on wriggling around and cursing me.
I lower myself to the floor and crawl up to him. My expression is blank but Potter looks frightened. As he should be.
Cautiously I reach out and touch his cheek… so soft. He tries to bite my hand and I have to jerk it away. I wag my index finger at him, "Naughty, naughty, wouldn't want me to gag you as well? That would take away the fun of hearing you scream and moan."
Potter looks truly afraid and he tries to keep it from me. But I see it; it's right on the surface.
He actually tries to speak, "Malfoy, what are you…" I pounce on him, no more words.
Putting my hand over his mouth, very soft, and bite and suck along his neck. A groan escapes Potter; he might actually be enjoying this. I must gloat over this. Uncovering his mouth I ask, "Enjoying yourself I see."
He spits in my face. I wipe it off and slap him for insolence. All right, no more niceties. I will finish this.
I unclasp his robe; unable to take it off fully I pull Potter's arms over his head and bunch it up there.
Crouching I pull my robe off as well and shiver at the crisp night air. I spread it out on the stones and roll Potter onto it, he does not resist.
He's still wearing those ridiculous Muggle clothes. How can he stand it? I can't take off that dratted t-shirt but there's nothing I can do. I'll make do with the pants.
Finally realizing my "game" as I go for the zipper Potter freezes in disbelief. Quickly pushing them down and off I throw them behind me. Potter's eyes could serve as twin mirrors now. He says nothing but I know he wants to.
My eyelids slowly droop and I watch Potter cautiously. My hand wanders under his t-shirt; I can't understand how someone can have skin that's so smooth. Potter's mouth is set in a thin line; I think he's quite determined not to let me hear anything. We'll see if we can change that. I scratch lightly along his chest and pull cruelly at his nipples. Potter's resolve is slowly crumbling and I see him biting his lip.
My hand travels down and I lightly trace down his thigh. I'm disappointed that this does not seem to be having a desired effect. Hm, I'll just concentrate on pleasing myself tonight then.
I roll him over once more, onto his stomach. I push up the t-shirt to expose his back and fondly run my fingers along his spine. Roughly I seize the waist band of his boxers and pull them down to his ankles. Potter gasps and tries to throw me off.
I hold him down with one hand and awkwardly push down my own pajama pants. I'm already hard and the anticipation builds within me. He is exquisite.
I decide against preparation, there'll be time for that some other day. I lay myself out on top of him and just relish the closeness. Potter doesn't seem to be enjoying this and he starts turning over.
I just push down on his shoulders and he gets the message. I have no regard for anything but my desire.
As I penetrate Potter cries out, a gurgling sound. I think I ripped something. Maybe I should have stretched him first? Too late now, nothing can stop me now. And he is so tight.
I rock him back and forth with my thrusts. At first muffled grunts escape his lips but then even they seize. My own pants of exertion seem loud in my ears.
I hang my head as I feel it building. All I can do is moan as I come.
I rest on Potter's body until I feel some of my strength returning. I pull out and then lean over to whisper in his ear, "Come here on Monday. Midnight. Unless you want the whole school to know that you let yourself be fucked into the floor by a Malfoy."
No response from the prone body but I think he heard. I remove the ropes that bind his hands and getting up roughly pull my robes from under him.
I straighten out and redress myself, Potter still doesn't move. Well, let him freeze or be discovered if he likes. I walk away softly.
Standing in the shadows I watch as Potter just lies there on the stone floor, he just won't move. I didn't hurt him that bad. Did I?
After about 10 minutes he finally stirs. Turning over he untangles his hands from his robes and pulls up his jeans. Groping along the floor he finally reaches his glasses and puts them on. He seems unaffected but he can't be. Very slowly, slightly limping, he walks out. He does not notice me or maybe he does not wish to notice me. I watch his back as he makes his way slowly out of my sight.
I think I'll be able to sleep now.
To Be Continued…
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Next Installment: Will Harry heed Draco's warning and meet him on Monday? Will Draco tell the whole school if Harry does not meet him? Will we ever know? All will be answered in the next chapter. As soon as I write it, and I will, it will be posted.
A/N: I would be grateful for reviews. Flame if you wish, I need something to laugh at, but you were warned.