Disclaimer: Yeah, Yeah, I don't own them.
Authors Note: I did NOT like Chapter 3. In all reality I seriously thought about deleting it and writing it over. I appreciate everyone who reviewed it though. Chapter 4 is going to be a hell of a lot better.
Authors Note #2: For all of you who are wondering when I'm finally going to get on with it (you know, the slashy goodness) we're going to see some of it in chapter 4.
CHAPTER FOUR: CAPTURING BEAUTY
DRACO'S POV
Draco was being led down a dark hallway into an area of the school that he normally never visited. Everything suddenly seemed unfamiliar, and even though Draco tried he couldn't seem to make sense of his surroundings.
Glancing over his shoulder, he peered at Potter. The deep shadows that shrouded the hallway were being caught one by one in Potter's face. One moment Draco would be able to see his lips, then the next they would be gone. But the eyes always remained..those green eyes that stood out against shadow and darkness. It was like they were lit from behind, and that fire within never went out.
"Are we almost there?" Draco said, taking his eyes from Potter. "Because I'm amused for the time being, but eventually your company is going to bore me."
Draco had expected some sort of response to his comment, but instead he received silence. It was a silence so deep that he could hear his bare feet scraping along the cold stone floors. It was so quiet that the sound of his and Potter's breathing seemed to fill up the empty space between them. Uncomfortable. Tense. Charged.
"I'll admit..i didn't like you at first..," said Potter suddenly, the silence shattering as he did. Draco inhaled sharply as Potter continued, "But then, one day in the Great Hall..i looked at you. Really looked at you."
Draco let his breath out slowly, feeling his abdomen tighten up as he did. Potter was perilously close to his ear, his voice coming out in hushed whispers. The soft brush of hot wind against Draco's earlobe was maddening, and it was suddenly hard not to respond. A lot of things were suddenly hard.
"Is this going to be over soon?" Draco said, pulling his head away from Potter's mouth. "Because you're about as seductive as my grandmother. Honestly, where did you get some of these lines..that mudblood, Granger's, romance novels?"
Without warning, Potter's arm shot across Draco's stomach, stopping their progress through the hallways. Not that it particularly mattered if they stopped since Draco had absolutely no idea where they were going.
"Do you really want it to be over?" Potter said slowly, his fingers tracing lines on Draco's shirt. "Do you want it to be over before we even get to the good parts? I always took you for someone who didn't stop till he was satisfied."
Draco's gray eyes were closed, and if he could have managed it he would have closed his ears too. He was frustrated, and needed to take care of the problem before class in the morning. Before he knew what was happening, he felt Potter's fingers, gentle as feathers, grazing the waistband of his pants. No, no..that was going too far.
Having finally had enough, Draco turned around quickly, his dark eyes flashing with his anger and arousal. To his dismay, Potter's fingers only went further down the waistband as Draco said, "I never stop till satiated.." He leaned into Potter's face, letting the soft fingers that were already down his pants graze Draco's pubic hair and whispered, "But you would never satisfy my desires. You're too inexperienced..too..inadequate."
Placing his fingers around Potter's wrist, Draco slowly pulled the other boy's fingers from his pants, making sure to let those digits feel every inch of silky skin as they left.
"No Malfoy," Potter said, gently smiling as he dug his fingernails into Draco's skin, "I think you're going to be the one who is going to discover how inexperienced he is."
Draco was suddenly struck with the fact that Potter wasn't looking at him anymore. He was staring at an old wooden doorway that looked as though it hadn't been used in years. What the hell could possibly be in there?
"Inside, Malfoy." Potter said as the door creaked open, a small threat in his voice. If there was anything that Draco understood in this world it was survival, and disobeying someone who had a wand pointed at you was a sure way NOT to survive.
Draco walked in warily, trying to scan the room for traps or anything else that might be dangerous. But there was only a worn and tattered chair with some kind of stand in front of it. Bright moonlight was spilling into the room from all directions, making it difficult to tell just how big the room actually was. It could have gone on forever and Draco would never have known.
"What is thi..," Draco began, but was stopped at the sound of the slamming door and grinding lock.
"This," Potter said, gliding across the floor as the light played games with the contours of his chest. "This is my studio. I capture people here."
"Capture?"
"Yes."
"What do you want with me?" Draco growled, stepping towards Potter, yet still staring at his chest. It was hard to be angry while your body was screaming for release. "I'm through with being yanked around by you."
"But I haven't yanked anything yet.."
"Enough," Draco spat, finally giving into his anger. Rushing up to Potter, he smiled inwardly as a loud grunt came from Potter's mouth as he was slammed onto the floor.
"Now let me out of here. I'm not afraid to beat you senseless..now Potter.."
Draco had expected Potter to be upset..he had expected him to retaliate. What he hadn't expected was for Potter to enjoy being roughed up. But there he was, pulling himself up off of the floor as he licked his lips of the blood that had come from his fall.
"You can't leave. Not until you give me what you promised," Potter said, his eyes narrowing.
"I didn't promise you shit!"
"Oh but you did.." Potter whispered, coming close to Draco's face again. But Draco wasn't moving..he was too proud to show any real fear. This whole situation was beginning to wear on his defenses, and Draco wasn't sure just how much more he could take before he finished without ever even touching it.
"You told me you'd give me something to masturbate to. And I'm holding you to it." Potter's lip was still bleeding as he ran a hand down his own chest, Draco's eyes moving with that hand as it passed over Potter's crotch to scratch his own hips.
"I can't stand it you realize," Potter whispered, his voice straining and pained. "Imagining your naked body night after night..jacking myself off every time. I won't stand it anymore."
Motioning towards the stand, Potter smiled and said, "That's why you're here. I'm going to see you naked. I want to capture you."
With each word Draco seemed to fall further and further into doubt. This was so unlike him..so unlike the person he thought he was. His body shouldn't be reacting like this. He shouldn't even be considering what he was considering.
Finally realizing what it was that he'd been brought to this place to do, Draco said, "So you want another picture..a nude photograph? There's nothing you could give me that would convince me to do it. I knew you were a pathetic person Potter, but I never conceived that you were so desperate."
Giving Draco his back, Potter spoke over his shoulder and said, "You'll do it."
"I will? You half-wit..how dare you presume to tell me what I will and won't do."
"You'll do it because you want to..because deep inside this is thrilling you." Potter turned abruptly around, gliding towards Draco with practiced ease. Was that true? Did Draco actually want to do it? Was this really exciting? His mind was screaming no, but his body.. treacherous thing..it answered the questions for him.
"If I do this.." Draco whispered, pulling his shirt up over his head. But he didn't say any more. He was going to do it. Sliding his pants down his trim hips, he mentally detached himself from the moment. This was his body's decision, and that was the only thing that was going to be satisfied tonight.
"If you do it?" Potter said, his green eyes wandering along Draco's hipbone. "It looks like you ARE doing it. Don't worry..this'll be our little secret."
Draco nodded his agreement to that statement, all the while thinking of what he was going to do to the raven-haired man. By the end of the evening Draco was going to satiate this craving. By the end of the night, Potter was going to slake the dragon's lust.
Feeling the cold air that danced around his naked body, Draco gently sat down on the worn chair. The feel of the rough fabric on his bare ass sent an odd thrill through his back. That's when he looked up at Potter and smiled. The emerald-eyed man was speechless, eyes wide as he attempted to speak. This was the effect Draco had on everyone..it was nothing new.
"Are you ready?"
Authors Note: I feel that this chapter is much better than the last. I enjoyed writing Draco in this, and I feel as though he's gained some footing. Harry still has the upper hand, but Draco has some leverage now. R&R if you like!
Authors Note: I did NOT like Chapter 3. In all reality I seriously thought about deleting it and writing it over. I appreciate everyone who reviewed it though. Chapter 4 is going to be a hell of a lot better.
Authors Note #2: For all of you who are wondering when I'm finally going to get on with it (you know, the slashy goodness) we're going to see some of it in chapter 4.
CHAPTER FOUR: CAPTURING BEAUTY
DRACO'S POV
Draco was being led down a dark hallway into an area of the school that he normally never visited. Everything suddenly seemed unfamiliar, and even though Draco tried he couldn't seem to make sense of his surroundings.
Glancing over his shoulder, he peered at Potter. The deep shadows that shrouded the hallway were being caught one by one in Potter's face. One moment Draco would be able to see his lips, then the next they would be gone. But the eyes always remained..those green eyes that stood out against shadow and darkness. It was like they were lit from behind, and that fire within never went out.
"Are we almost there?" Draco said, taking his eyes from Potter. "Because I'm amused for the time being, but eventually your company is going to bore me."
Draco had expected some sort of response to his comment, but instead he received silence. It was a silence so deep that he could hear his bare feet scraping along the cold stone floors. It was so quiet that the sound of his and Potter's breathing seemed to fill up the empty space between them. Uncomfortable. Tense. Charged.
"I'll admit..i didn't like you at first..," said Potter suddenly, the silence shattering as he did. Draco inhaled sharply as Potter continued, "But then, one day in the Great Hall..i looked at you. Really looked at you."
Draco let his breath out slowly, feeling his abdomen tighten up as he did. Potter was perilously close to his ear, his voice coming out in hushed whispers. The soft brush of hot wind against Draco's earlobe was maddening, and it was suddenly hard not to respond. A lot of things were suddenly hard.
"Is this going to be over soon?" Draco said, pulling his head away from Potter's mouth. "Because you're about as seductive as my grandmother. Honestly, where did you get some of these lines..that mudblood, Granger's, romance novels?"
Without warning, Potter's arm shot across Draco's stomach, stopping their progress through the hallways. Not that it particularly mattered if they stopped since Draco had absolutely no idea where they were going.
"Do you really want it to be over?" Potter said slowly, his fingers tracing lines on Draco's shirt. "Do you want it to be over before we even get to the good parts? I always took you for someone who didn't stop till he was satisfied."
Draco's gray eyes were closed, and if he could have managed it he would have closed his ears too. He was frustrated, and needed to take care of the problem before class in the morning. Before he knew what was happening, he felt Potter's fingers, gentle as feathers, grazing the waistband of his pants. No, no..that was going too far.
Having finally had enough, Draco turned around quickly, his dark eyes flashing with his anger and arousal. To his dismay, Potter's fingers only went further down the waistband as Draco said, "I never stop till satiated.." He leaned into Potter's face, letting the soft fingers that were already down his pants graze Draco's pubic hair and whispered, "But you would never satisfy my desires. You're too inexperienced..too..inadequate."
Placing his fingers around Potter's wrist, Draco slowly pulled the other boy's fingers from his pants, making sure to let those digits feel every inch of silky skin as they left.
"No Malfoy," Potter said, gently smiling as he dug his fingernails into Draco's skin, "I think you're going to be the one who is going to discover how inexperienced he is."
Draco was suddenly struck with the fact that Potter wasn't looking at him anymore. He was staring at an old wooden doorway that looked as though it hadn't been used in years. What the hell could possibly be in there?
"Inside, Malfoy." Potter said as the door creaked open, a small threat in his voice. If there was anything that Draco understood in this world it was survival, and disobeying someone who had a wand pointed at you was a sure way NOT to survive.
Draco walked in warily, trying to scan the room for traps or anything else that might be dangerous. But there was only a worn and tattered chair with some kind of stand in front of it. Bright moonlight was spilling into the room from all directions, making it difficult to tell just how big the room actually was. It could have gone on forever and Draco would never have known.
"What is thi..," Draco began, but was stopped at the sound of the slamming door and grinding lock.
"This," Potter said, gliding across the floor as the light played games with the contours of his chest. "This is my studio. I capture people here."
"Capture?"
"Yes."
"What do you want with me?" Draco growled, stepping towards Potter, yet still staring at his chest. It was hard to be angry while your body was screaming for release. "I'm through with being yanked around by you."
"But I haven't yanked anything yet.."
"Enough," Draco spat, finally giving into his anger. Rushing up to Potter, he smiled inwardly as a loud grunt came from Potter's mouth as he was slammed onto the floor.
"Now let me out of here. I'm not afraid to beat you senseless..now Potter.."
Draco had expected Potter to be upset..he had expected him to retaliate. What he hadn't expected was for Potter to enjoy being roughed up. But there he was, pulling himself up off of the floor as he licked his lips of the blood that had come from his fall.
"You can't leave. Not until you give me what you promised," Potter said, his eyes narrowing.
"I didn't promise you shit!"
"Oh but you did.." Potter whispered, coming close to Draco's face again. But Draco wasn't moving..he was too proud to show any real fear. This whole situation was beginning to wear on his defenses, and Draco wasn't sure just how much more he could take before he finished without ever even touching it.
"You told me you'd give me something to masturbate to. And I'm holding you to it." Potter's lip was still bleeding as he ran a hand down his own chest, Draco's eyes moving with that hand as it passed over Potter's crotch to scratch his own hips.
"I can't stand it you realize," Potter whispered, his voice straining and pained. "Imagining your naked body night after night..jacking myself off every time. I won't stand it anymore."
Motioning towards the stand, Potter smiled and said, "That's why you're here. I'm going to see you naked. I want to capture you."
With each word Draco seemed to fall further and further into doubt. This was so unlike him..so unlike the person he thought he was. His body shouldn't be reacting like this. He shouldn't even be considering what he was considering.
Finally realizing what it was that he'd been brought to this place to do, Draco said, "So you want another picture..a nude photograph? There's nothing you could give me that would convince me to do it. I knew you were a pathetic person Potter, but I never conceived that you were so desperate."
Giving Draco his back, Potter spoke over his shoulder and said, "You'll do it."
"I will? You half-wit..how dare you presume to tell me what I will and won't do."
"You'll do it because you want to..because deep inside this is thrilling you." Potter turned abruptly around, gliding towards Draco with practiced ease. Was that true? Did Draco actually want to do it? Was this really exciting? His mind was screaming no, but his body.. treacherous thing..it answered the questions for him.
"If I do this.." Draco whispered, pulling his shirt up over his head. But he didn't say any more. He was going to do it. Sliding his pants down his trim hips, he mentally detached himself from the moment. This was his body's decision, and that was the only thing that was going to be satisfied tonight.
"If you do it?" Potter said, his green eyes wandering along Draco's hipbone. "It looks like you ARE doing it. Don't worry..this'll be our little secret."
Draco nodded his agreement to that statement, all the while thinking of what he was going to do to the raven-haired man. By the end of the evening Draco was going to satiate this craving. By the end of the night, Potter was going to slake the dragon's lust.
Feeling the cold air that danced around his naked body, Draco gently sat down on the worn chair. The feel of the rough fabric on his bare ass sent an odd thrill through his back. That's when he looked up at Potter and smiled. The emerald-eyed man was speechless, eyes wide as he attempted to speak. This was the effect Draco had on everyone..it was nothing new.
"Are you ready?"
Authors Note: I feel that this chapter is much better than the last. I enjoyed writing Draco in this, and I feel as though he's gained some footing. Harry still has the upper hand, but Draco has some leverage now. R&R if you like!
