Author Notes: This is an attempt at angsty fanfiction, I normally only
write fluff. This first part is the prologue, in a day I'll put up chapter
one, then chapter two, and so on. There are five parts in all to this
story, not including the prologue. Please review, I will be eternally
greatful. The whole story is in Draco's point of view, by the way.
Warning: There is homoerotica in this fic. If not right now, there will be. There will be NC-17 bits. I would highly advise you to turn back now if this offends, squicks, grosses out, or disgusts you in anyway. I have no room for the homophobic in my fic.
DISCLAIMER: Do I LOOK like JK Rowling to you?
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Okay, so there I was, casually sitting there, minding my own business, when Harry trips over something on the floor of the potions room and falls into my lap. Now think of this please. HE doesn't fall into my lap. His FACE does. Imagine my surprise, and great delight. I could put the first part of my plan into action.
I had already started to get a hard-on, and I could tell Harry had felt it. He began to move his head up and down my cock, rubbing it through the fabric of my jeans. Since everyone else was working, no one noticed our little rendezvous. Normally, if we were still together I would have let him do that all he wanted. But my plan to make him suffer had to go into action at some point, and it might as well be now. I bucked my hips slightly, much to his delight. He may have been with the red head for a week, but I know he'll never forget my touch. Or the way he touched me.
Then, I started the humiliation - and the humor, to the Slytherins.
"PROFESSOR! PROFESSOR SNAPE!" I screamed! "RAPE! POTTER IS RAPING ME!"
Professor Snape was at my desk in a flash, where a flustered Harry Potter was quickly getting up. Evidently it wasn't fast enough, for Snape went into a huge tirade.
"POTTER! WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! IN CLASS NO LESS!" Snape was positively fuming. Harry was glaring at me. Good. He deserves whats coming to him. "Mr. Potter," Snape said, trying to keep calm, "you will serve detention tonight. Supervised by Mr. Malfoy. If he reports ANYTHING to me at all about 'rape' or attempted harrassement, you can be assured that I will have you expelled. Get back to your own desk. Do your work. DON'T MAKE MOVES ON MY PRIZE STUDENT!" And he swept away to his desk, still fuming.
Harry moved away from my desk, I could see his face burning red with embarresment. Not one person in the Potions class wasn't looking at him, and I could tell it was killing him. When he sat back down, Weasel and the Mudblood gave him looks of sympathy, although Granger was looking like she was fighting an urge to let out a slight snicker along with all of the Slytherins hearty laughs and Seamus Finnigan's choking chuckle. Weasel was glaring daggers at me. I didn't care. He could glare all he wanted to.
When Potions was over, I headed back up to my dormitory. Or, I TRIED to head back to my dormitory, but was cornered by Potter and his friends just outside the classroom.
"What the FUCK was that all about, Malfoy?" Potter asked, completely abashed. "Rape? RAPE? What the fuck is your problem?" he asked.
I brushed him off lightly and said, "It's not my fault that you can't control your perverse desires." Then I walked away. I could feel Harry's eyes on me every step I made. So what? I'd live. He wouldn't though. He REALLY wouldn't.
Deep down, I knew I still liked him. I still wanted him, I still needed him. But he didn't need to know that, at least not yet. But now, before our detention tonight, I must dispose of the red-headed Weasley. The girl Weasley, rather, they are all red-headed. I'll take care of that soon. Just as soon as I go wash my hair and jack off. Because despite the fact that I called it all off, I was amazingly turned on by Harry's display. But is it really appropriate to cum during class? No, I didn't think so.
Warning: There is homoerotica in this fic. If not right now, there will be. There will be NC-17 bits. I would highly advise you to turn back now if this offends, squicks, grosses out, or disgusts you in anyway. I have no room for the homophobic in my fic.
DISCLAIMER: Do I LOOK like JK Rowling to you?
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Okay, so there I was, casually sitting there, minding my own business, when Harry trips over something on the floor of the potions room and falls into my lap. Now think of this please. HE doesn't fall into my lap. His FACE does. Imagine my surprise, and great delight. I could put the first part of my plan into action.
I had already started to get a hard-on, and I could tell Harry had felt it. He began to move his head up and down my cock, rubbing it through the fabric of my jeans. Since everyone else was working, no one noticed our little rendezvous. Normally, if we were still together I would have let him do that all he wanted. But my plan to make him suffer had to go into action at some point, and it might as well be now. I bucked my hips slightly, much to his delight. He may have been with the red head for a week, but I know he'll never forget my touch. Or the way he touched me.
Then, I started the humiliation - and the humor, to the Slytherins.
"PROFESSOR! PROFESSOR SNAPE!" I screamed! "RAPE! POTTER IS RAPING ME!"
Professor Snape was at my desk in a flash, where a flustered Harry Potter was quickly getting up. Evidently it wasn't fast enough, for Snape went into a huge tirade.
"POTTER! WHAT IN BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! IN CLASS NO LESS!" Snape was positively fuming. Harry was glaring at me. Good. He deserves whats coming to him. "Mr. Potter," Snape said, trying to keep calm, "you will serve detention tonight. Supervised by Mr. Malfoy. If he reports ANYTHING to me at all about 'rape' or attempted harrassement, you can be assured that I will have you expelled. Get back to your own desk. Do your work. DON'T MAKE MOVES ON MY PRIZE STUDENT!" And he swept away to his desk, still fuming.
Harry moved away from my desk, I could see his face burning red with embarresment. Not one person in the Potions class wasn't looking at him, and I could tell it was killing him. When he sat back down, Weasel and the Mudblood gave him looks of sympathy, although Granger was looking like she was fighting an urge to let out a slight snicker along with all of the Slytherins hearty laughs and Seamus Finnigan's choking chuckle. Weasel was glaring daggers at me. I didn't care. He could glare all he wanted to.
When Potions was over, I headed back up to my dormitory. Or, I TRIED to head back to my dormitory, but was cornered by Potter and his friends just outside the classroom.
"What the FUCK was that all about, Malfoy?" Potter asked, completely abashed. "Rape? RAPE? What the fuck is your problem?" he asked.
I brushed him off lightly and said, "It's not my fault that you can't control your perverse desires." Then I walked away. I could feel Harry's eyes on me every step I made. So what? I'd live. He wouldn't though. He REALLY wouldn't.
Deep down, I knew I still liked him. I still wanted him, I still needed him. But he didn't need to know that, at least not yet. But now, before our detention tonight, I must dispose of the red-headed Weasley. The girl Weasley, rather, they are all red-headed. I'll take care of that soon. Just as soon as I go wash my hair and jack off. Because despite the fact that I called it all off, I was amazingly turned on by Harry's display. But is it really appropriate to cum during class? No, I didn't think so.