Author: I think this is the chapter where this story becomes rated R.
(smirks suggestively.)
Tureinn & Draco: What!!?? What are you going to make us do?!
Author: You'll see
(Tureinn and Draco looks at each other in fear)
TA: Oh Merlin, somebody please help us. Don't let this sadistic freak torture us.
Author: Too late, I'm gonna write now and there's nothing you two can do about it.
DM: (mutters to himself) bloody bastard, and is that alcohol I smell on you?
Author: Hey, I know who my father is, I don't know him very well, or that much about him at all but I know him, and my parents were married. And yes, I may have had a sip or two but I'm really not that drunk, reallu...I mean really
TA & DM: Merlin help us.
Warning: This chapter contains bickering, voyeurism, masturbation, and ultimate clichés of sad little Harry Potter
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter 5: Temper and desire
A week had passed by and they still had a very long way to go. Draco insisted on being organised and gave Tureinn a set time table on what to learn at what time, giving him no break to be himself.
"Draco," Draco called, trying to gain the other boy's attention while trying to get him to get used to the name.
"Malfoy," he tried again a little louder.
"PAY ATTENTION YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" He screamed into the other boy's ears causing him to jump.
"Fuck you bitch," Tureinn screamed back, although not as loudly. He rubbed his hands over his ears.
"I told you to get use to being called Draco Malfoy, I've been calling for the last five minutes. You're not even making an effort are you?"
"It's only been one fucking week; do you fucking expect me to get it all right the first fucking time?"
"Language Archer," he said as if he were a teacher. "And can you please get rid of that ridicules American twang? It's annoying."
"As oppose to your I-talk-like-I-have-a-foot-up-my-mouth accent?"
"How dare you insult us? We invented the language you know. That's why it's called 'ENGLISH'"
"I'm not insulting the English accent; I'm insulting your snobby ass accent."
For a moment Draco seemed to have lost control, his face growing slightly red before his expression returned to the cool hardness you would find on an ice sculpture in the freezer.
"Since I now have your attention tell me, what have you learned about the Troll's Rebellion in your old school?"
"Um.I don't know."
Draco rolled his eyes and then said in a low stupid voice Crabbe or Goyle except in a mock American accent.
"Uhh.I'm American, I don't know anything, I can't even spell colour or sulphur correctly."
"And I'm British, I pretend to know everything about anything and have the head the size of the moon when my brain is really the size of a bloody acorn seed."
This time, the other blond really did lose his temper. The blood rapidly returning to his pale face as he jumped on top of the other boy. His fist connecting with the American's eye while they both fall off their chairs. Tureinn reacted by kneeing him in the groin but missed so as Draco was distracted by his knee in between his legs he spun them around, took the platinum blond head in his hands and knocked it on the floor several times as Draco struggled beneath him.
They both suddenly stopped when they heard a knock on the door. A house elf by the name of Twinky or Blinky or something just as stupid came to tell them that dinner was ready.
The two cousins got off each other and stood up, picking up their discarded wands and putting a healing spell on themselves before heading down to the dining hall.
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That night Draco went back to his bed room, to say that tired would have been a worse understatement than saying that Voldermort was a disturbed man.
Though the fight between him and Tureinn didn't last very long, it was still draining him emotionally. In all of his life, he had never lost his temper like that before, not even with Harry Potter whom, up until last week had been the most annoying person Draco knew.
But Potter was nothing like Tureinn. No, Potter would never swear that with every three words he spoke, and though his insults had been cutting, it didn't have as much sharp edges as Tureinn's. And he would never start a fight, he'd fight back but he would never start it. No, the boy was too noble and good for that.
As he lay in his overly large bed thinking about the boy who turned him on, he remembered something. Tomorrow was the said boy's birthday. Hmm...Maybe I should get him something he thought to himself before getting up.
He took out a canvas from under his desk and some magical paint, and with it mapped out the contours of the boy's delicate face and the shape of his slender but muscled body. He memorised every feature of his face, every inch of his perfect tanned skin he could see. His lips gave a small smile that he would never show in public as he painted the shorter boy. His emerald eyes shining innocently on his child like face. His rose petal lips in a small but charming smile. The fine lines of his chest. For hours Draco stood painting, painting the boy he'd been wanting to ravish, wanting to touch, wanting to take.
Once Draco was finished he added another feature to his picture, he gave Harry a pair of large black feathered wings which spread out around him, fluttering. Painting Harry turned his face to meet the artist, his green eyes sparking, unobstructed by the thick glasses.
"You're beautiful." Draco said in a breath, and the painting seemed to blush.
"So much like him, but you're still not him are you?" he asked as painting Harry just looked at him with wide green eyes.
Draco leaned closer and lightly grazed his lips over it, his breathe hot against it as painting Harry's eyes widened even more while his face changed rosy pink to fiery red. With his fingers Draco traced the lightening bolt scar on his forehead letting it linger on his lips before moving down his body.
"I wish you were real."
The blond closed his eyes as he imagined the angel beneath him, squirming, moaning, begging. He imagined the boy screaming his name, begging him to enter the warmth within him. He imagine himself pounding into him as he begged and begged for release.
Draco's trousers tightened as he realised that he had grown hard from the images. The boy unzipped and let the garment dropped to the floor. His long fingers wrapping itself around the blood infused organ. He let out a moan as he began stroking slowly, his other hands massaging his balls.
It was at that moment that Tureinn, unable to sleep and bored as hell, decided to spy on Draco. The boy was sure he was good at sneaking in and out of places for he was never caught at home and was hoping to catch Draco either asleep, (in which he would sneak in and look for something to tease him about in his room) or doing something he could tease him about the next day.
Tureinn quietly opened the door just as a moan escaped the other boy's lips. He stared at the half naked blond, his pale full moon butt jutting at him as he thrust his hard length into his own hands, his head thrown back and his platinum locks, slick with sweat. Tureinn just stared at him as the word tease changed its meaning in his head.
The skateboarder watched, unable to turn away from the image, no longer the cold, arrogant spoiled brat he knew, but a hot ,sweating, lustful animal filled with need. Tureinn felt himself hardened as Draco's fingers moved lower to play with his puckered hole. The boy suppressed a moan by biting his lips as a finger entered Draco's ass, pumping in and out slowly at first before speeding up. Then another finger was added, thrusting in and out, then another.
He watched as the boy's ass clenched and once again bit his lips until they were swollen, he could taste the blood in his mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he continued to watch the other boy finger fuck himself to the edge. Tureinn could feel the precome leaking out of his own cock as his hands instinctively reached down to rub it.
It didn't take long before both of them came, their hot seeds shooting out as they screamed in ecstasy.
Draco didn't notice that he had an audience, his own sounds of pleasure blocking him from his surroundings, nor did he notice that the door had quietly slid closed as he dropped down onto his bed, still panting.
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It was midnight at Privet drive as the certain, dark haired, green eyed boy sat on his bed, unable to sleep. He had been waiting for his 16th birthday which just approached only five seconds ago. He knew there'd be no celebration, no party, or even verbal congratulations, for, once again, this summer the teenage boy was stuck in his bedroom of his relative's home, far, far away from the place he'd truly called home and the people he truly considered family.
Though the Dursleys hadn't been as horrible to him as they could have been, (he suspected it had something to do with the threat they received last year from the order.) The boy missed Hogwarts, he missed his friends, but most of all he missed his god father, the now dead fugitive and once a best friend of his father, Sirius Black. The illegal animagus was the closest thing he had to a real family. He remembered only a two years ago when Sirius had offered to take care of him, give him a home he'd always longed for, give him the warmth he never had from his cruel relatives. But that dream was shattered now, and he can never have it back, for Sirius was gone.
Well, there was nothing he could do about it now; he knew he had to move on sometime and that he had his friends to help him along the way.
The boy's thoughts returned to reality as he heard knocks on the window. The owls flocked into his room as he let them in, all of them bearing his birthday present and greetings. Al of them had chosen a spot to perch on after dropping the presents and letters on the bed.
Harry picked up one of the packages. The first one was a present from Ron, who had gotten him a snitch shaped clock which like the Weasley's clock, tells him the where about of whom ever he wants. He smiled and opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing, mate? Those muggle relative of yours treating you ok? We're sorry we didn't come to get you, but we've been really busy. I can't tell you much in the letter except that I really miss you and that we'll be picking you up next week. I'll tell you everything then, I promise.
Miss you
Ron W.
Harry sighed; he knew he shouldn't expect to hear anything much what with the owls being intercepted and all. He moved on to the next package. It was from Hermione and was surprisingly, not a book. It was actually a mini pensive and he was very grateful for it, he knew he would need it for all the things going through his head.
Then there was the usual Hogwarts letter and book list which he put away in his trunk and the birthday cake and candies from Hagrid. There was the usual package from Mrs. Weasley with the usual Weasley jumper and some pie which he was also grateful for because the Dursleys had never given him enough food.
There was another package from Remus who had given him a small mirror which will reflect a person's true form and tell him who is planning to do him harm. He also receive an letter and present from non other than the ambitious Percy Weasley who had only last year, ask his brother Ron to 'severe ties' with Harry even though they've been best friends for years.
Dear Harry,
I just mailed you to say that I'm really sorry about what I did and said to you last year, I know what I did was unforgivable, especially since you are considered part of my family. I'm sorry I let my ambition take control of me and I'm sorry for not believing in you, I know we were never really that close to you before and I know that you probably never want to see me again, but I really hope that you can forgive me and maybe we can start over again. Maybe even be friends, or even brothers.
And Happy Birthday Harry
Percy
Along with that letter was a bottle of invisible ink which will only appear with a revealing spell which would only reveal it if the reader knows for certain that it's there. Harry put that away for further use. He wasn't sure why Percy would sent him a letter asking for his forgiveness personally, nor was he sure if he should forgive him so readily. He wasn't angry at Percy for what he did to him, but more about what he did to his own family.
He put the thoughts of Percy away before reaching his last package. This one was shaped differently from the other, it was big, but flat and Harry wondered who had sent it to him. He picked up the letter attached to it.
Dear angel,
I know you don't know who I am, and I know that if you do, you'll probably never accept my gift. You'll probably send it back to me after you've destroyed it into a million pieces. The truth is, I've been obsessing over you for a long time, never letting it show, yet secretly wishing to be near you. I crave you Harry Potter, I know I sound like another one of your psycho stalkers but for once in my life, I wanted to be honest with you, and that's the most honest I'll ever be. I wish I could see your face again, wish I could feel you beneath me.
I want you,
The King of Masks
Harry re read the letter again, wondering who it could be from. The first person that came to his mind was Draco Malfoy, his long time nemesis, who he is having a secret crush on for the passed few years, though he had never told anyone about it, not even his best friends. He was afraid they wouldn't understand, Hermione and Ron meant so much to him that he couldn't bear losing them over just a crush. He didn't even tell them that he was gay, though he suspected he should tell them soon.
But who was he kidding; it can't be Draco Malfoy, couldn't it? No, it can't be, Draco would never bother obsessing over him. He was his enemy; they've hated each other since the first year. What are the chances of Draco returning his affections?
The boy then realised he hadn't opened the present yet. Once he manage to tear through the wrapping paper he gasped as a moving image of himself as a painting stared back at him. The wings flapping behind his back.
Ow, this guy must really be obsessing over him if he could remember all the details of his face, he thought and wondered as he stared at the beautiful painting whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
TBC
Draco: You know, you might as well put a Draco/painting warning at the beginning. And I can't believe you let him watch me while I do that.
Tureinn: Hey, it's not like I want you watch you, you blonde English muffin.
Draco: Yeah right. And haven't you forgotten that you're blonde yourself? And aren't your parents English as well?
Tureinn: I've spent most of my life in America therefore I'm a naturalized American citizen.
Draco: (ignoring Tureinn) Anyway, reviewers, could you please tell the author to stop torturing us, please. Please make 'em stop writing please...
Author: Well, what do you say readers? Should I stop traumatising Draco? And also, I know the Percy thing is completely out of the blue, I really didn't plan on putting him or the scene in, it was a spontaneous thing.
Anyway Percy will become a somewhat important character later in the story, and I bet none of you can guess why, or even who he's going to be paired with. So, up to the challenge people? Come on, please review, please, I want your opinions and ideas. Please. I haven't got that many reviews as you can see.
Tureinn & Draco: What!!?? What are you going to make us do?!
Author: You'll see
(Tureinn and Draco looks at each other in fear)
TA: Oh Merlin, somebody please help us. Don't let this sadistic freak torture us.
Author: Too late, I'm gonna write now and there's nothing you two can do about it.
DM: (mutters to himself) bloody bastard, and is that alcohol I smell on you?
Author: Hey, I know who my father is, I don't know him very well, or that much about him at all but I know him, and my parents were married. And yes, I may have had a sip or two but I'm really not that drunk, reallu...I mean really
TA & DM: Merlin help us.
Warning: This chapter contains bickering, voyeurism, masturbation, and ultimate clichés of sad little Harry Potter
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter 5: Temper and desire
A week had passed by and they still had a very long way to go. Draco insisted on being organised and gave Tureinn a set time table on what to learn at what time, giving him no break to be himself.
"Draco," Draco called, trying to gain the other boy's attention while trying to get him to get used to the name.
"Malfoy," he tried again a little louder.
"PAY ATTENTION YOU BLOODY IDIOT!" He screamed into the other boy's ears causing him to jump.
"Fuck you bitch," Tureinn screamed back, although not as loudly. He rubbed his hands over his ears.
"I told you to get use to being called Draco Malfoy, I've been calling for the last five minutes. You're not even making an effort are you?"
"It's only been one fucking week; do you fucking expect me to get it all right the first fucking time?"
"Language Archer," he said as if he were a teacher. "And can you please get rid of that ridicules American twang? It's annoying."
"As oppose to your I-talk-like-I-have-a-foot-up-my-mouth accent?"
"How dare you insult us? We invented the language you know. That's why it's called 'ENGLISH'"
"I'm not insulting the English accent; I'm insulting your snobby ass accent."
For a moment Draco seemed to have lost control, his face growing slightly red before his expression returned to the cool hardness you would find on an ice sculpture in the freezer.
"Since I now have your attention tell me, what have you learned about the Troll's Rebellion in your old school?"
"Um.I don't know."
Draco rolled his eyes and then said in a low stupid voice Crabbe or Goyle except in a mock American accent.
"Uhh.I'm American, I don't know anything, I can't even spell colour or sulphur correctly."
"And I'm British, I pretend to know everything about anything and have the head the size of the moon when my brain is really the size of a bloody acorn seed."
This time, the other blond really did lose his temper. The blood rapidly returning to his pale face as he jumped on top of the other boy. His fist connecting with the American's eye while they both fall off their chairs. Tureinn reacted by kneeing him in the groin but missed so as Draco was distracted by his knee in between his legs he spun them around, took the platinum blond head in his hands and knocked it on the floor several times as Draco struggled beneath him.
They both suddenly stopped when they heard a knock on the door. A house elf by the name of Twinky or Blinky or something just as stupid came to tell them that dinner was ready.
The two cousins got off each other and stood up, picking up their discarded wands and putting a healing spell on themselves before heading down to the dining hall.
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That night Draco went back to his bed room, to say that tired would have been a worse understatement than saying that Voldermort was a disturbed man.
Though the fight between him and Tureinn didn't last very long, it was still draining him emotionally. In all of his life, he had never lost his temper like that before, not even with Harry Potter whom, up until last week had been the most annoying person Draco knew.
But Potter was nothing like Tureinn. No, Potter would never swear that with every three words he spoke, and though his insults had been cutting, it didn't have as much sharp edges as Tureinn's. And he would never start a fight, he'd fight back but he would never start it. No, the boy was too noble and good for that.
As he lay in his overly large bed thinking about the boy who turned him on, he remembered something. Tomorrow was the said boy's birthday. Hmm...Maybe I should get him something he thought to himself before getting up.
He took out a canvas from under his desk and some magical paint, and with it mapped out the contours of the boy's delicate face and the shape of his slender but muscled body. He memorised every feature of his face, every inch of his perfect tanned skin he could see. His lips gave a small smile that he would never show in public as he painted the shorter boy. His emerald eyes shining innocently on his child like face. His rose petal lips in a small but charming smile. The fine lines of his chest. For hours Draco stood painting, painting the boy he'd been wanting to ravish, wanting to touch, wanting to take.
Once Draco was finished he added another feature to his picture, he gave Harry a pair of large black feathered wings which spread out around him, fluttering. Painting Harry turned his face to meet the artist, his green eyes sparking, unobstructed by the thick glasses.
"You're beautiful." Draco said in a breath, and the painting seemed to blush.
"So much like him, but you're still not him are you?" he asked as painting Harry just looked at him with wide green eyes.
Draco leaned closer and lightly grazed his lips over it, his breathe hot against it as painting Harry's eyes widened even more while his face changed rosy pink to fiery red. With his fingers Draco traced the lightening bolt scar on his forehead letting it linger on his lips before moving down his body.
"I wish you were real."
The blond closed his eyes as he imagined the angel beneath him, squirming, moaning, begging. He imagined the boy screaming his name, begging him to enter the warmth within him. He imagine himself pounding into him as he begged and begged for release.
Draco's trousers tightened as he realised that he had grown hard from the images. The boy unzipped and let the garment dropped to the floor. His long fingers wrapping itself around the blood infused organ. He let out a moan as he began stroking slowly, his other hands massaging his balls.
It was at that moment that Tureinn, unable to sleep and bored as hell, decided to spy on Draco. The boy was sure he was good at sneaking in and out of places for he was never caught at home and was hoping to catch Draco either asleep, (in which he would sneak in and look for something to tease him about in his room) or doing something he could tease him about the next day.
Tureinn quietly opened the door just as a moan escaped the other boy's lips. He stared at the half naked blond, his pale full moon butt jutting at him as he thrust his hard length into his own hands, his head thrown back and his platinum locks, slick with sweat. Tureinn just stared at him as the word tease changed its meaning in his head.
The skateboarder watched, unable to turn away from the image, no longer the cold, arrogant spoiled brat he knew, but a hot ,sweating, lustful animal filled with need. Tureinn felt himself hardened as Draco's fingers moved lower to play with his puckered hole. The boy suppressed a moan by biting his lips as a finger entered Draco's ass, pumping in and out slowly at first before speeding up. Then another finger was added, thrusting in and out, then another.
He watched as the boy's ass clenched and once again bit his lips until they were swollen, he could taste the blood in his mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he continued to watch the other boy finger fuck himself to the edge. Tureinn could feel the precome leaking out of his own cock as his hands instinctively reached down to rub it.
It didn't take long before both of them came, their hot seeds shooting out as they screamed in ecstasy.
Draco didn't notice that he had an audience, his own sounds of pleasure blocking him from his surroundings, nor did he notice that the door had quietly slid closed as he dropped down onto his bed, still panting.
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It was midnight at Privet drive as the certain, dark haired, green eyed boy sat on his bed, unable to sleep. He had been waiting for his 16th birthday which just approached only five seconds ago. He knew there'd be no celebration, no party, or even verbal congratulations, for, once again, this summer the teenage boy was stuck in his bedroom of his relative's home, far, far away from the place he'd truly called home and the people he truly considered family.
Though the Dursleys hadn't been as horrible to him as they could have been, (he suspected it had something to do with the threat they received last year from the order.) The boy missed Hogwarts, he missed his friends, but most of all he missed his god father, the now dead fugitive and once a best friend of his father, Sirius Black. The illegal animagus was the closest thing he had to a real family. He remembered only a two years ago when Sirius had offered to take care of him, give him a home he'd always longed for, give him the warmth he never had from his cruel relatives. But that dream was shattered now, and he can never have it back, for Sirius was gone.
Well, there was nothing he could do about it now; he knew he had to move on sometime and that he had his friends to help him along the way.
The boy's thoughts returned to reality as he heard knocks on the window. The owls flocked into his room as he let them in, all of them bearing his birthday present and greetings. Al of them had chosen a spot to perch on after dropping the presents and letters on the bed.
Harry picked up one of the packages. The first one was a present from Ron, who had gotten him a snitch shaped clock which like the Weasley's clock, tells him the where about of whom ever he wants. He smiled and opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
How are you doing, mate? Those muggle relative of yours treating you ok? We're sorry we didn't come to get you, but we've been really busy. I can't tell you much in the letter except that I really miss you and that we'll be picking you up next week. I'll tell you everything then, I promise.
Miss you
Ron W.
Harry sighed; he knew he shouldn't expect to hear anything much what with the owls being intercepted and all. He moved on to the next package. It was from Hermione and was surprisingly, not a book. It was actually a mini pensive and he was very grateful for it, he knew he would need it for all the things going through his head.
Then there was the usual Hogwarts letter and book list which he put away in his trunk and the birthday cake and candies from Hagrid. There was the usual package from Mrs. Weasley with the usual Weasley jumper and some pie which he was also grateful for because the Dursleys had never given him enough food.
There was another package from Remus who had given him a small mirror which will reflect a person's true form and tell him who is planning to do him harm. He also receive an letter and present from non other than the ambitious Percy Weasley who had only last year, ask his brother Ron to 'severe ties' with Harry even though they've been best friends for years.
Dear Harry,
I just mailed you to say that I'm really sorry about what I did and said to you last year, I know what I did was unforgivable, especially since you are considered part of my family. I'm sorry I let my ambition take control of me and I'm sorry for not believing in you, I know we were never really that close to you before and I know that you probably never want to see me again, but I really hope that you can forgive me and maybe we can start over again. Maybe even be friends, or even brothers.
And Happy Birthday Harry
Percy
Along with that letter was a bottle of invisible ink which will only appear with a revealing spell which would only reveal it if the reader knows for certain that it's there. Harry put that away for further use. He wasn't sure why Percy would sent him a letter asking for his forgiveness personally, nor was he sure if he should forgive him so readily. He wasn't angry at Percy for what he did to him, but more about what he did to his own family.
He put the thoughts of Percy away before reaching his last package. This one was shaped differently from the other, it was big, but flat and Harry wondered who had sent it to him. He picked up the letter attached to it.
Dear angel,
I know you don't know who I am, and I know that if you do, you'll probably never accept my gift. You'll probably send it back to me after you've destroyed it into a million pieces. The truth is, I've been obsessing over you for a long time, never letting it show, yet secretly wishing to be near you. I crave you Harry Potter, I know I sound like another one of your psycho stalkers but for once in my life, I wanted to be honest with you, and that's the most honest I'll ever be. I wish I could see your face again, wish I could feel you beneath me.
I want you,
The King of Masks
Harry re read the letter again, wondering who it could be from. The first person that came to his mind was Draco Malfoy, his long time nemesis, who he is having a secret crush on for the passed few years, though he had never told anyone about it, not even his best friends. He was afraid they wouldn't understand, Hermione and Ron meant so much to him that he couldn't bear losing them over just a crush. He didn't even tell them that he was gay, though he suspected he should tell them soon.
But who was he kidding; it can't be Draco Malfoy, couldn't it? No, it can't be, Draco would never bother obsessing over him. He was his enemy; they've hated each other since the first year. What are the chances of Draco returning his affections?
The boy then realised he hadn't opened the present yet. Once he manage to tear through the wrapping paper he gasped as a moving image of himself as a painting stared back at him. The wings flapping behind his back.
Ow, this guy must really be obsessing over him if he could remember all the details of his face, he thought and wondered as he stared at the beautiful painting whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
TBC
Draco: You know, you might as well put a Draco/painting warning at the beginning. And I can't believe you let him watch me while I do that.
Tureinn: Hey, it's not like I want you watch you, you blonde English muffin.
Draco: Yeah right. And haven't you forgotten that you're blonde yourself? And aren't your parents English as well?
Tureinn: I've spent most of my life in America therefore I'm a naturalized American citizen.
Draco: (ignoring Tureinn) Anyway, reviewers, could you please tell the author to stop torturing us, please. Please make 'em stop writing please...
Author: Well, what do you say readers? Should I stop traumatising Draco? And also, I know the Percy thing is completely out of the blue, I really didn't plan on putting him or the scene in, it was a spontaneous thing.
Anyway Percy will become a somewhat important character later in the story, and I bet none of you can guess why, or even who he's going to be paired with. So, up to the challenge people? Come on, please review, please, I want your opinions and ideas. Please. I haven't got that many reviews as you can see.