Fallen IV

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Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again

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Draco was once again gone to have dinner with his family and according to him a lot of 'friends'. Harry didn't care as long as Draco didn't humiliate him in front of them.

Harry decided to go to sleep in Draco's bed, of course. He would bug the little snobbish spoiled earthworm as much as he could. Just when sleep seemed to come, it wasn't easy to fall asleep when you slept most of the day, Draco stumbled into the bedroom again.

Harry looked up, curious why Draco was making so much noise and noticed that Draco looked drunk. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Hoping Draco would leave him alone.

He was out of luck.

"Potter, open your eyes. I know you're not sleeping. I might be drunk, but I'm not stupid you fag," Draco said angrily, standing next to his side of the bed.

"I'd rather not," Harry replied, keeping his eyes shut.

"Fine. I just wanted a decent conversation with you." Draco pouted.

Harry's eyes snapped open and he sat up. "I don't think you're capable of having a decent conversation, not even when you're sober."

"You're always ruining things!" Draco whined.

Harry snorted, he had to admit that a drunk Draco could be quite funny. "Just leave me alone and let me sleep."

"Aw! Come on Pottie!" Draco whined even harder.

"Not when you're drunk Malfoy," Harry replied. "and don't ever call me Pottie!"

"You know? I think you might need a drink yourself." Draco obviously thought out loud. He walked towards a closet and grabbed some bottles. He walked back to the bed and placed one in front of Harry's eyes. "Drink!" he ordered.

"And be poisoned? No thanks," Harry said, sitting up again. He handed the bottle to Draco again, but Draco didn't take it from him.

"It's not poisoned, Potter. Besides I really really think you need a drink," Draco said, placing his hands on his hips.

"Malfoy, I don't need a drink!" Harry yelled angrily, not knowing what to do with the bottle of Martini.

"Sure Potter..." Draco rolled his eyes and took a large gulp of his bottle. "You, I know this for sure, have a lot of things you want to forget."

Harry lifted one eyebrow. "I won't drink just to forget, Malfoy!" he spat. "I will remember everything when I'm sober again anyway."

"Yes, but you will have a few hours without troubles." Draco pointed out.

When Harry didn't answer, Draco continued;

"I'll keep you awake anyway with my constant chatting,"

"Oh! Alright," Harry growled, taking a large lurge of his bottle of Martini.

Draco was watching in amusement when Harry turned slightly pink and started to cough. He jumped on the bed and sat down next to Harry.

Harry who got over his coughing took another lurge to show Draco that he could drink.

"And are you forgetting already?" Draco asked Harry curiously after Harry'd almost emptied his bottle.

Harry looked at him oddly. "I would never forget the fact that you fucked me against my will Malfoy." He said angrilly.

"I didn't forget the fact that my father did the same to me either..." Draco suddenly said a bit sadly. "Maybe this stuff isn't working as good as I thought."

Harry put away his bottle, feeling as if he was going to be sick. Drinking on a nearly empty stomach wasn't a good thing. "Don't you realise after what your father did to you that it is wrong?" Harry asked still angry.

Draco turned towards him. "Why should it be wrong? It was my punishment." Draco said, looking at him oddly.

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You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above

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"And what about me. What is it you do to me? Are you punishing me too?" Harry yelled.

"No... You're my slave. I can do with you as I wish," Draco said.

Harry clenched his jaw and fought the urge to punch Draco in his pretty little face. "You're out of your mind!" Harry yelled, stepping out of the bed.

Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him back in bed, pinning him on the bed. "Haven't I told you not to speak to me like that?" Draco asked with raised eyebrows.

"No. I don't recall you telling me that." Harry spat.

"Well I'm telling you now," Draco almost yelled.

"Screw you, Malfoy!" Harry yelled right in his face as Draco settled himself on top of his belly. Pinning his hands above his head.

"I'm allowed to punish you. Did you know that?" Draco said dangerously calm.

"Well why don't you? And kill me in the process will you?" Harry spat.

Draco sighed and let go of his hands. He placed his hands on his hips and sighed again. "Still haven't given up that idea?" Draco asked.

"No, of course not. Everything is better than staying here," Harry replied, looking away from Draco.

Draco sighed. "Everything? I don't think you want to be Lord Voldemort's slave... Or my fathers," Draco said. "They're worse than me, trust me."

Harry looked thoroughly disgusted for a second. "What happened to Voldemort after the battle? Did I hurt him bad?" Harry asked curiously. He'd been trying to ask Draco questions earlier, but it just didn't seem to be the right time.

"I don't know," Draco said. "I wasn't there,"

"You weren't there? Why?" Harry asked surprised.

"I just wasn't there, Potter." Draco said uncomfortable.

"Oh! Come on! There has to be a reason that Death Eater of the year Draco Malfoy wasn't there! It was the battle of the century," Harry exclaimed.

"I had some problems," Draco said eager to drop the subject. Draco suddenly didn't seem that drunk anymore.

"Some problems?" Harry asked, frowning.

"Yes. I had some trouble getting out of the closet, alright?" Draco said, covering his mouth with his hand as soon as the words left his mouth.

"You were locked in a closet during the battle?" Harry laughed, obviously not getting Draco's point.

Draco rolled his eyes, getting annoyed by Harry's laughter. "Very funny, Potter. Now shut up," Draco said sternly.

It only increased Harry's laughter, soon tears of laughter were rolling over Harry's cheeks.

"Ok, that's enough, Potter." Draco exclaimed, utterly annoyed. That boy could be so fucking stupid sometimes! "Stop laughing, damn it!"

"Locked... in ... closet," Harry laughed, clutching his stomach.

"Well I'm glad you find this so amusing, Potter." Draco said through clenched jaws.

This was very, very annoying and Harry was getting on his nerves. He had to stop the boy from laughing, before he hurt him.

Harry couldn't stop laughing. The mental image of Draco locked in a closet was so funny. Suddenly Draco pressed a rough kiss against his lips, stopping his air supply though his mouth. Harry inhaled through his nose, utterly shocked by the feeling of Draco's lips on his. His laughter died immediately.

Draco released his lips and grinned because of the look on Harry's face. "I'm glad I found a way to make you shut up," Draco smirked.

Harry looked at Draco disgusted. "Ew! Malfoy, you're sick!" Harry said, whiping his mouth with his arm.

Draco sniggered softly. "I've heard that before, Potter." Draco said. "In this world, you're just going have to accept the things as they are."

Harry looked directly into Draco's eyes and saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. Draco quickly moved off him and walked to the bathroom, leaving Harry shocked on the bed.

"Potter, get in here!" Draco yelled after some time.

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped out of the bed, making his way to the bathroom as well. He felt the effects of the alcohol, while he was walking. Draco was standing before the mirror, holding the sink as if he would fall if he didn't. There was an empty bottle of Martini in his hands.

"Take off my clothes." Draco ordered, his voice as cold as ice. Taking his wand and aimed it at Harry.

Harry took in a sharp breath. 'Please, no... not again,' he begged Draco mentally. He took off his sweater and dropped it next to him on the floor. With shivering fingers he moved to open the buttons on his shirt. His fingers were trembling too hard to succeed.

"For fucks sake!" Draco exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He walked to Harry and began to unbutton Harry's shirt.

Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes. The amusement he had felt a few minutes ago was completely gone. Instead he was scared of what it might do to him. He was afraid he'd go mad if things kept on going like this.

Draco was finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it over his shoulders, making Harry shiver. Draco didn't have to do much to get Harry's pants off, they dropped to his ankles by themselves.

Draco's fingers ran over Harry's skin. "Do you think having sex when you're drunk is better than when you're sober?" Draco asked Harry, but he didn't get an answer.

Annoyed he pressed Harry against the wall and took off Harry's boxer.

"We're going to do it a bit different this time," Draco said. "Just for fun."

"Fine!" Harry spat. Draco was standing in front of him observing his body and it made Harry feel disgusted. Everything Draco did to him made him feel disgusted. If only he could get out of here. He was sick and tired of feeling these feelings. Draco's power over him made him feel so weak. He wanted to punch Draco in his face and he would if this went on much longer.

"This time, you'll hold me. I'm tired of shagging a lifeless piece of meat," Draco said, taking off his own clothes.

"I'm not going to hold you, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed angrilly.

"Yes you are," Draco answered. He pinned Harry against the wall and kissed Harry's neck.

Harry tried to push Draco off him, but Draco's grip on his was just too strong. Draco stepped back and smirked, taking off his remaining clothes.

Harry made a run to the door, but Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "We can play rough, if you want to..." Draco said innocently. "Do you want it rough, Potter?" he whispered in Harry's ear. "You didn't like it the last time."

"You're mad!" Harry exclaimed, getting desperate. It wouldn't take much more to make him crying.

"No, I'm drunk," Draco corrected him. "Come on, Potty. You'll enjoy it,"

Draco grabbed Harry's hand and guided him back to his bedroom with some troubles. He pushed Harry on the bed and straddled his hips.

"Just relax, Potty," Draco whispered in Harry's ear. Licking his ear lobe softly. Once again Harry was lying underneath Draco like a dead piece of meat, which annoyed Draco extremely. His cold hands moved downwards to Harry's groin.

Harry's eyed widened as he realised what Draco was doing. "Malfoy, no!" Harry struggled, he would not take pleasure out of this.

Draco let go of his ear lobe and looked into Harry's eyes. "Don't struggle," Draco whispered, kissing the area around Harry's mouth.

Harry shook his head, trying to avoid Draco's warm kisses, but Draco grabbed his chin with his other hand and made him lie still. His other hand reached the end of his trip and closed around Harry's cock.

Harry cursed underneath his breath, holding in a moan. Draco was doing miracles with his hand and it got harder and harder not to give in. The more Harry gave in the more he was disgusted by himself.

Draco was still covering his face face with sweet hot kisses and released Harry's chin. Harry was far to occupied to notice. "Told you, you would like it." Draco whispered, kissing his lips.

Harry began to pant moving along with Draco's rhythm. Just as quick as Draco's hand grabbed Harry's cock, Draco's hand left again. Leaving Harry eager to be released.

Although Harry told himself over and over again, not to give into the heat. He hadn't succeeded. His forehead was covered with sweat

"I would take you inside me, but that's not really what a master's supposed to do," Draco said, caressing Harry's hair. "You're beautiful."

Harry frowned, snapping back to reality. "Malfoy, get off me!" he exclaimed, pushing Draco off him.

"I'm not going to leave you like this. I'm not that cruel," Draco said.

Harry groaned. The lower part of his body body was still fluttering and tickling as if he couldn't lie still.

Draco moved back on top of him and brushed his arousal over Harry's. Amused by the reaction he saw on Harry's face. It was as if the boy'd never experienced something like this before. Oh Merlin, what if he didn't? What if Potter really was as innocent as they said. Draco quickly shook off the thought and slid one finger into Harry.

Harry yelped. He still wasn't completely recovered from the last time Draco had taken him, but after a few seconds it started to feel good. Which made him try to think of unpleasant things, not to give in.

Draco added a second finger and wiggled a bit. Harry only squeaked, as a result of an suppressed yelp. It didn't hurt at all and felt a bit slippery. Harry was glad that Draco'd used something this time. He was having a hard time trying to remain quiet and uneffected.

Draco removed his fingers and settled underneath Harry. Slowly he slid into the boy, after making sure he'd used enough lube. Harry whimpered, clutching the sheets.

"Does it hurt?" Draco asked, pressing his body against Harry's.

"Of course it does!" Harry spat, the exciting feeling leaving his body. He realised he was back in hell.

Draco wiped away the sweat from Harry's forehead with his hand. He noticed that Harry was staring at the enchanted sky above them, trying to get his mind off the things he did to the boy. He sighed and burried his face into Harry's neck, not moving one bit although his body was eager to do so.

"Just give in, Potter." Draco whispered, caressing Harry's face. "It's no use to reject it all the time. You're going to be here a long time and if you keep pushing it away I'll continue hurting you. When it can be pleasant." When Draco looked up he saw that Harry was crying.

"You're asking me to give in? Have you any idea what you're doing to me?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I have. Remember?" Draco replied.

"Then why are you doing this to me," Harry asked, tears running over his cheeks.

"You won't understand," Draco answered. "Just let me release you,"

Harry didn't answer, so Draco grabbed Harry's arousal and started moving slowly.

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They'll never see
I'll never be
I'll struggle on and on to feed this hunger
Burning deep inside of me

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It didn't take long to release Harry or himself, but Harry was still crying silent tears. Even when Draco released him, tears kept coming. Draco bit his lip, cleaning up the mess he made before lying down next to Harry.

He felt completely sober now, but Harry didn't know that. He carefully grabbed Harry and pressed the boy against him.

Harry struggled. "Get your hands off me!" Harry yelled, punching Draco in his chest.

"Just go to sleep," Draco said, refusing to let go of Harry.

Harry struggled a bit longer, but was obviously too tired to continue and just turned around.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry even tighter and had no idea it would feel so good to fall asleep with Harry's back against his chest. Harry's hair in his face. Harry's smell in his nose.

Tomorrow he'd just say he was drunk...

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Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you

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Used:

Lies – Evanescence

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