Time Period: About 7 years after school. Harry is about 24 & flashbacks of his 7th year at Hogwarts.
Spoilers: Hopefully you've read all the books and book five. But it doesn't matter to much. If characters are dead... it's because it's implied that they died in the passing time period. ;D Did that make sense? I hope so. :x
WARNING: This chapter contains violence and ideas of nonconsensual sex...
Hogwarts
7th Year
(December 31st, New Years Eve)
In his mind Harry had complete control, he could tell his legs to move. But the fact was that he could tell them that all he wanted, but it didn't mean they would listen.
He could feel the suffocation of too many thoughts in his mind, his own and those of someone else. Harry hadn't even realized he'd fallen on the ground until he felt his legs bending to pull him up. Within seconds he watched himself glid across the room, back in the direction he was running from.
Draco smiled sadistically, and laughed.
"How does it feel, Potter? To think and not be able to do?"
Harry wondered in his mind if Draco actually expected him to answer.
"No, I don't expect an answer, Potter."
"Fuckyou," came the slurred, forced, mumble of words.
"Now, now... no need to get touchy." Harry's eyes moved to follow Dracos motions.
A voice in his mind told him to turn back around and just walk away. But he found himself against the wall again, this time not fighting when Draco approached.
His arms rose above his head, feeling an invisible grip on his wrists- holding him there.
The room was quiet, the only sound was an echo from Draco's feet coming across the room toward Harry.
Sliding his hands up his enemies wrists- Draco came closer.
And there it was... Harry's fear staring back at him through his eyes. How well Draco knew of his own capabilities, to take advantage of innocence, to feel no guilt before, during, and after.
Something in Harry's eyes flickered as Draco gazed into them- wand still in hand.
The flame flickered red and blue, the fire lost as the two boys were stuck in between emotions.
An excitment rose within Draco as he brought down his lips to Harry's. He took in the boys scent, felt the breath on his lips.
He held onto his mind, still, and pressed his lips softly against the Gryffindors. Getting no reaction, until he instilled the thought in his mind, Draco bit gently on Harry's bottom lip, gently... but heatedly.
The kiss deepened and Harry felt his thoughts give in to the forced emotions. Draco's hands were on his hips now, Harry's arms hanging limply at his sides.
Draco's wand pointed and his lips hoevered just in front of Harrys, lightly brushing.
Pointing, his wand away, suddenly, Harry could feel his motions come back into his own control.
Harry lunged for Draco but, to the blondes surprise, it wasn't to kill him.
Draco landed on the rough floor, Harry soon on top and pinning his arms at his sides with cold hands.
He felt, but didn't see, Harry's lips come down on his neck. He whimpered instinctively when Harry's toungue flicked out across his throat.
Harry's groin was positioned just on top if Draco's hips, rocking softly and unconciously as he nipped at Draco's reddening lips.
"Pott-" Draco mumbled, struggling to form the name of the person holding him down.
But his mouth was covered the moment he tried to talk.
Harry's fingertips trailed over Draco's bare arms, up the sleeves of his robe.
Draco hadn't been expecting this, he'd planned to have a little fun and let Harry leave. He'd expected him to run out, scared, andhe'd be left to smirk to himself. But here Harry was- dominating him and he was allowing it. The reality of the situation hit him in the face as he felt a hand fumble with his zipper.
His pants were sliding down, suddenly, past his ankles, and his boots were removed.
Harry slid over Draco, who was now wearing only a shirt and, odd looking as it was, his black robes. But those were gone soon, and Draco was left on the strangely warm floor with only his robe under him and a pair of black boxers.
He didn't protest as a full clothed Harry was on top of him again.
Draco pulled Harry to him, his cheeks red and his movements feverish. Harry didn't resist, his hands on Draco's upper arms.
But what Draco didn't know was that he'd put Harry exactly where Harry wanted to be.
WOW. It's been a long time since I updated. I'm really in a mood though to update things! I started another story, though it's not a HP fic, and this one was screaming to be written. It's not much, but maybe I can move on from here. Reviews will be stored in a little red box of happiness. :p THANKS!