Draco's Revenge
When Harry got back to Gryffindor Tower the first thing he did was glance at the large clock; it was eleven-thirty, he had definitely missed breakfast and lunch was only a half hour away.
"Great," Harry muttered to himself.
Harry climbed the stairs to his dorm room where he tore off Draco's clothing and headed for the showers, crossing the hallway completely in the buff. Usually Harry would have worn a bathrobe, being as he was a bit squeamish about being seen naked, but currently there was no one to see him.
//You didn't seem too squeamish just now when you were walking around naked in front of Draco// an irritating part of his brain pointed out all of a sudden.
"How you do know? I could have been very uncomfortable!" Harry retorted.
//Nonsense, if you were that uncomfortable you would have put on the goddammed dress instead of prancing about naked in front of Draco Malfoy for the better part of an hour. Besides, of course I know you weren't that uncomfortable, I'm you. Remember?//
"And you're point is?"
//No point. I was just thinking it was rather odd you walking around naked in front of Malfoy, that's all//
"Whatever." Harry really didn't want to continue this conversation, even if it was only with himself.
Harry quickly showered and got dressed in his own clothes. He really didn't think it would be such a good idea if he were to show up to lunch wearing Draco's clothes.
//Pity// the irritating voice in Harry's head said //they were really quite nice clothes and they kind of smelled nice, like Malfoy//
"Are you on crack?" Harry demanded of himself. "You looked like a git in them, and you don't even know what Malfoy smells like, let alone whether he actually smells good."
//I do too know what he smells like, he smells like roses!//
"And how prey do you know that!?"
//I get around// the voice in his head said with a sly, knowing grin.
Harry was about to object to that last statement wholeheartedly until he remembered that morning and concluded that it was probably true. It irritated him to no end, however, that there was a possibility of the voice in his head remembering more about the night before than he did. Of course the fact that his memories of the previous night amounted to precisely none made it extremely likely that the voice in his head knew more than he did. For a moment he considered asking the voice just how much he did remember, but then Harry decided that as it was he already knew far more than he ever wanted to.
Before heading down to lunch, Harry checked in the mirror one last time to make sure that he looked completely normal. He was glad to have done so, for the last time he looked at himself he was wearing Draco's turtleneck and wasn't able to see the clearly defined hickey on the side of his neck.
"Ew," Harry said in a pained voice. Harboring deep suspicions with strong evidence that you had been getting it on with Draco was one thing, seeing Draco's teeth marks on your neck was something entirely different.
//I bet you anything you had fun acquiring that tasteful little mark//
"Shut the fuck up!" Harry shouted at himself as he threw off the shirt he'd been wearing and searched desperately for a turtleneck among his clothes.
Once he was appropriately covered, Harry made his way down to lunch. He honestly would have preferred skipping, but as he already missed breakfast, he was quite hungry.
//Not only that, but getting it on with Malfoy probably gave you quite the appetite!//
"I told you to shut up!"
"Talking to the voices in your head again, Potter?" came a drawling voice behind Harry. "They say it's a bad sign, you know."
"Well I guess you'd know, wouldn't you Malfoy. How many voices have you got in there now? At least three I'm assuming."
Draco was about to adamantly deny having ever heard voices in his head when one of them said:
//Remember, Draco, Dr. Braunson said that admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery//
**That's right, so the least you can do if you don't want to admit our presence is to try not to adamantly deny that we exist!**
^^Yeah, 'cause you know we don't like it when you ignore us!^^
"I don't know what you're talking about, Potter," Draco said with only a hint of a twitch in his left eye. "By the way, I see you were sensible enough to wear a turtleneck," he smirked, eager to change the subject, though a fourth voice in his head was asking him:
##Why on earth would you want to change the subject to that of all things!?##
It only then occurred to Harry that Draco had known what he was doing when he handed him that poncy cashmere turtleneck.
"Yes well I don't blame you, Malfoy, really I don't. It's only natural that you'd have to bite down on something while I was pounding your ass."
##What did I tell you, Draco? You are a complete Pansy Assed Moron!##
The twitch in Draco's eye could now be seen from a mile away. Draco was currently undecided whether to kill himself, kill Harry, or kill everyone else in the whole world when he was caught off guard by a fifth voice that he had never heard before.
~You know, I saw that hickey this morning, and it really looked like you had fun putting it there!~
"What!?" Draco said out loud, though the comment was meant to be directed to the unknown fifth voice.
"Do you really want me to repeat it?"
"Huh? No! Of course not, I wasn't even talking to you."
"Then who were you talking to?" Harry looked up and down the corridor, but saw no one.
"I wasn't talking to anyone. Really Potter, I'm beginning to think you're on crack." Draco sneered and started walking away, eager to get out of that conversation.
"He thinks I'm on crack?"
//Hey, even I think you're on crack.//
"I thought I told you to shut up!"
At lunch Draco decided that the best course of action was to not talk to anyone and act really snobby. Best defense system in the world, he often thought. If you don't say anything, no one can accuse you of being off your rocker. He listened in on the conversations for a while, but eventually found them to be mind-numbingly boring, so he mainly shut down for the rest of the meal, only catching one in five words at the most.
On the whole Draco was immensely proud of his performance, no one would ever know that there was anything wrong. It was a perfectly normal day, just like any other. He did not wake up that morning wearing a dress and hugging Harry Potter. He did not even once glance at Potter's ass in anywhere near a lustful manner. He never in his whole life took it up the ass or even thought he might like to. He definitely was not thinking that he wished he could remember what it was like to have Harry Potter fuck him. And he most definitely was not wondering what he would have to do to convince Harry of doing it again. But above all Draco was positive that there was no way anyone could ever possibly accuse him of being a…
"…Pansy."
"What!? How dare you? I am not a pansy! You take it back!"
The whole table stopped everything they were doing and stared en masse at Draco.
"Um…no one was suggesting anything of the sort. We were just talking about Pansy Parkinson."
If anyone missed the twitch in Draco's face it was because they were completely blind.
"I know that Potter. You think I didn't know that? Really…of course I knew you were talking about Pansy Parkinson. Jesus Potter, you are so thick sometimes."
Draco went back to eating his breakfast as if nothing happened. Everyone continued staring at Draco for a little while, but they eventually went back to their previous conversations.
Externally Draco managed to look completely composed and normal once again. Internally, though, four of the five voices in his head suggested that he might as well kill himself now and put him out of his misery. Truth was that Draco honestly was a bit of a coward in that area and he begged desperately for the voices to give him another option, any other option. The fifth voice spoke up with a rather unorthodox idea. Normally Draco would never listen to the newcomer, but as the original four voices still couldn't come up with an idea other than killing himself, he was up to anything. So voice number five lay out his grand plan and Draco decided that that evening after dinner he would put the plan in action.
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Harry was sitting alone in the Gryffindor commons room, just staring into space when he heard a knock on the portrait hole.
"Let me in Potter!" Draco shouted loudly.
Harry went over and opened the portrait.
"What on earth do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco ignored the question and barged in, shutting the portrait behind him.
"Um…okay. Why don't you come in, Malfoy? No really, I insist."
"Shut up, Potter, and put this on." Malfoy threw something at Harry's face.
"Huh? What is…? Oh my god, Malfoy, you really are on crack, aren't you? What makes you think I want to put this stupid dress on?"
"You know, Potter, I really don't care what you want. Now put on the goddammed dress!"
"And if I say no?"
"Then I'm personally putting it on for you."
"I'd like to see you try."
In a split second Harry regretted his words. Draco wrestled him to the ground, pulled his clothes off him, and had the dress over his head before he had time to blink. It honestly never occurred to Harry that Draco was that strong or forceful.
"Okay then, may I ask why I'm currently wearing a dress?"
"The way I see it, I didn't have much of a choice in what happened last night, so you don't get a choice in the matter either."
Draco stood up and promptly removed all his clothes.
"Oh my god, Malfoy, you're not serious are you?
"I'm completely serious, Potter. I plan on taking from you what you took from me, completely fair and square. An eye for an eye if you will."
"You've gone mad. Please tell me that you've gone mad. I mean, technically neither of us remember what happened last night. For all we know nothing happened at all!"
"Well something sure as hell had to have happened, and I know full well what you think happened and that's enough for me. I am not going to stand by and let you think you ever treated me like a pussy. Since I can't necessarily change that, though, I'm just going to have to do something about it. And since I'm done proving that there's very little you can do to stop me, I recommend that you try to be as agreeable as possible and do what I say, that way maybe we can both have some fun tonight."
"Oh my god," Harry said weekly.
"All right then, how about you go and sit…hmm," Draco scanned the room briefly, "Yes, go and sit in that oversized armchair by the fire."
Harry reluctantly crossed the room and sat down, neatly arranging his skirt so that he was fully decent.
"Don't bother being so prim, Potter. I assure you that your skirt isn't going to be hanging out anywhere near your knees."
"I don't believe this is happening to me."
"Get used to it Potter. All right, now indulge me. If you could just put your feet up on the chair with your knees up. Right, now spread your knees apart… no further apart. Oh that's nice. And let's pull your skirt up a bit more…perfect. Can you put your arms up over your head? No like this, Draco grabbed his wand and cast a spell so that Harry's arms were stuck over his head. Wow, that's amazing!" Draco stepped back to admire his work. "You know, splayed out like that, you look like a perfect cross between a virgin sacrifice and a whore, exactly the look I was going for. I really wasn't sure you could pull it off."
"Malfoy, this has got to be the single most degrading experience of my life."
"Yeah, well guess how I felt this morning! Now shut up and let me do this."
Harry shut his eyes and prepared himself for the worst.
It had truly been Draco's every intention to simply fuck the daylights out of Harry and leave, no feelings, no remorse, no sentimentality, no nothing. Something went wrong, though. As soon as he knelt down before Harry and got a good look at him, Draco didn't want to just fuck him, he wanted…he wanted…he wasn't sure what he wanted. But before he could make up his mind he realized that he had reached out his hand and was touching Harry gently.
Harry wasn't entirely sure what he expected Draco to do to him, but whatever it was it wasn't this. This was…pleasant. Really pleasant. First he felt Draco's hand just gently cupping his balls with such care as if he thought they might break. Draco left one hand cupped underneath while the fingers of his other hand began tracing delicate patterns lightly over his cock. Harry closed his eyes and began to relax under the feeling of Draco's hands massaging his balls. He only opened his eyes again when he felt a new sensation that he couldn't place. He looked down and was surprised to see Draco Malfoy's head buried in his crotch.
//Holy Fuck! Will you look at that!? Malfoy's got his mouth wrapped around your dick!//
Harry did look and he could scarce believe his eyes. But even if his eyes were suspected to be unreliable, his cock was fully aware of what he was doing. At first Draco was just lazily running his tongue up and down the length of Harry's cock, every once in a while pausing to trace a circle around the tip. But then all of a sudden Draco took the whole thing in his mouth! As he began sucking Harry and moving his mouth rapidly up and down his cock, Harry realized two things. One: Harry had never seen anything hotter in his entire life than Draco Malfoy's face between his thighs. And two: He was going to come in like two seconds!
"Malfoy, I don't know what your plan is here, but if you don't stop now I'm coming in your mouth!" Harry managed to shout out, despite his shortness of breath.
Draco didn't stop, though; he just kept on frantically pulling Harry's cock in and out of his mouth. Harry would have stared dumbfounded at Draco as started shooting load after load in Draco's mouth, but as is was, he was slightly preoccupied, namely with the act of having an amazing orgasm. When he was able once again to focus on something other that the huge amount of physical pleasure he just went through, Harry looked down and saw Draco lick his lips and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
//Sweet Jesus! He swallowed it all didn't he!?//
Finally Harry had recovered enough presence of mind to stare dumbfounded at Draco. Harry was sure that being forced into a dress, bound, and raped did not involve receiving the best blow job of his life, not that he had ever had a blow job before, but that really wasn't the point.
"Um, Malfoy, not that I'm complaining or anything, but I thought you were here to rape me, not suck me off."
Draco looked up at Harry with his most irritated glare. Harry's comment was irritating in and of itself, but combined with the fact that three of the five voices in his had just said the same thing, he was getting really irritated. It also didn't help that voice number four just kept calling him a pansy assed moron and that voice number five kept screaming
~Do it again! Do it again!~
"Shut up dork. I'm the one in charge here, not you. Besides I'm not finished, obviously," he said, addressing his own still very hard erection. " I just felt like sampling the merchandise, that's all."
//Whatever// the voice in Harry's head scoffed.
Harry leaned his head back and watched Draco with half lidded eyes as he searched around on the ground for his wand. Over all Harry felt remarkably calm and relaxed and thought he wouldn't mind taking a short nap, so his eyes soon fell shut. He was vaguely aware of Draco finding his wand, but he really wasn't paying that much attention. Draco instantly got Harry's undivided attention, though when he shoved his wand up Harry's ass
"Lubricantate!" Draco muttered, filling Harry with a cold, slick goo.
"Holy Fuck Malfoy what do you think you're doing!?"
"Well you didn't really expect me to fuck you dry, did you?"
"Um, no…but I really didn't expect you to ram your wand up my ass either!"
"Simply the most efficient way I could think of doing it."
"Hmph…well next time you come up with an 'efficient' idea you can do us all a favor and shove it up your own ass."
Despite himself Draco laughed.
"That would completely defeat the purpose, though. The whole point is that I'm supposed to be shoving it up your ass." And with that said, he did.
Harry couldn't help but cry out as the whole of Draco's cock was planted firmly inside his ass. Though he was indeed surprised at how well Draco's spell worked. According to the physics of the matter, there was simply no way that it should have slid in as easily and as comfortably as it did. Thank Merlin for Magic! Nonetheless, it was a very disconcerting thing to have that much of Draco shoved inside of him. Harry took a while to ponder how he felt about the dynamics of the situation. Really, it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. It was frankly kind of a nice feeling once he got use to it. The only problem was that…Draco wasn't moving at all. Harry looked down and saw that Draco appeared to be frozen still, just staring intently at him.
"Is this all right? Do you mind if I move now?" Draco asked with a slightly concerned look.
"Christ Malfoy! You're supposed to be raping me, not asking me for a dance! Now would you get on with fucking me already!"
"Oh right, sorry."
Immediately Draco's face hardened and with renewed determination, he began pounding Harry's ass. Perhaps even more disconcerting to Harry than the unusual occurrence of having Draco's cock inside of him was the most peculiar fact that he really liked it! Harry planted his feet a bit more firmly on the edge of the chair and began moving his hips back and forth to meet Draco with every one of his thrusts. Harry started moaning loudly every time Draco's cock went over his prostate gland.
"Oh….Yes….Yes….Oh shit…Christ that's.…Ooohh….Yes….Holy fuck….Oh….Maalfoyy….Yeessss!"
Harry couldn't believe that it was humanly possible to feel that good under Draco Malfoy. He never thought he'd ever think such a thing, but being raped by Draco was turning out to be the most incredible experience of his life. As soon as Harry felt Draco's cum shooting inside of him he started spraying his own cum for the second time that evening, this time all over Draco's stomach and chest. Finally both boys were spent and Draco fell on top of Harry, their chests rising and falling in unison as they fought to catch their breath.
"God that was amazing," Harry heard Draco mutter. Harry wanted very much to be able grab hold of Draco's head and turn his face towards him. His hands were still magically bound above his head, though. So instead, Harry nudged the top of Draco's head with his chin to get his attention. Draco turned to look at Harry, for a while they just stared into each other's eyes. Draco shifted slightly closer towards Harry's face and Harry got the distinct impression that he was about to be kissed, so he closed his eyes. He barely had time to register the fact that he probably wasn't about to be kissed when Draco punched him in the face, knocking him out cold.