Bleeding Romantics (and the Nymphomaniac Purebloods That Shag Them)
By DramaPhile
Keywords: Harry Draco Romance Humor Valentine's Day
Rated: R for some pretty slashy shagging, the NC-17 version of this chapter can be found at the website listed in my Author profile.
Pairings: Harry/Draco,
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry and Draco and the whole HP universe, there would be a whole lot more slashy shagging and a little less of that thing they call plot (and I would have a large mansion in Malibu next door to Brad Pitt). Sadly, I do not own Harry, JK Rowling and her minions do, and therefore, I am only borrowing the little guys for a bit 'o' fun (because they deserve a good shag after all the hell she puts them through!)
Summary: "Please, Harry, Malfoys don't do romance, we are much better suited for wild, kinky sex without any strings attached."
A/N: Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! You all are the reason I keep writing, and I relish the idea that you are getting some enjoyment out of what comes out of my twisted little head. Thanks for the hug, lozfairy, hugs back, oh Hell, hugs everyone!
Sorry to those who feel pity for poor ickle Draco, he's going to be tortured for quite some time… He is a stubborn little bugger, and refuses to admit he was wrong! And as for Harry's "Asshole-ness," I see it as him giving Draco a bit of his own medicine, treating Draco how he gets treated some of the time, but he really is a romantic at heart, and I'm sure all this is killing him (but I know he thinks winning will be worth it!).
This chapter is dedicated to my beloved Mehoo (aka Niki), for being a wonderful best friend, and finally reading the electronic versions of my stories (instead of the paper copies). We can share the crown, babe.
Bleeding Romantics and the Nymphomaniacs Who Shag Them
Chapter 4
That's What Broom Closets are For
Draco slept through most of Divination, an act that Professor Trelawney mused in her usual myopic way was due to "The aura-weakening property of being romantically linked to one doomed to die and horrific early death."
Draco mused silently in his own sarcastic way that it obviously has nothing to do with losing sleep because one was being shagged within an inch of one's life by said fatally doomed individual.
The rest of the day proceeded strangely, with Harry completely ignoring him save for ambushing him in the corridor between classes and performing illicit acts on him. Draco was forced to miss lunch when Harry tied him up in the room of requirement and had his way with him, over and over again. If Harry was trying to create the conditions of a relationship based entirely on shagging, he was doing a fantastic job of it.
Draco was generally enjoying the overabundance of action he was getting not that he was a bit more awake, but when Harry dragged him into a broom closet before Potions class, he had to put his foot down. Harry had slammed him up against the wall and was making quick work of Draco's trouser buttons, all the while licking and sucking at his pale stomach.
"Harry, Geroff!" His boyfriend did not respond, but instead pushed Draco's trousers to his ankles and hooked his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. Draco stifled a moan as his rebellious bulge responded and gathered up the resolve to shove Harry away from him.
"STOP IT!" Harry looked up innocently.
"What?" Draco pulled up his trousers and re-did the buttons.
"Harry, we cannot be late for potions! We're in that class together and if Snape sees us walk in together, all disheveled, looking for all the world like we just had a quickie in the broom closet. We'll get detention for the next four years!"
"But Draco," Harry said coyly, "We've only got four more months till graduation." He ran a hand down Draco's chest as he spoke, ending with his palm resting on the bulge in the front of Draco's trousers. Draco gritted his teeth and swatted the hand away.
"Merlin's balls, Harry! Don't you remember what happened when Snape caught us last time?"
"Mmm, let's try that again sometime, shall we? That was way too much fun." Draco scowled at him.
"Am I the only one who remembers four weeks of scrubbing bathroom grout with Filch?" Apparently he was, because Harry had begun licking Draco's jaw and ear quite enthusiastically. Draco pushed him away so hard that Harry stumbled back and knocked over a rack of mops. Seeing the opening, Draco made a run for it and managed to slide into his seat just as Snape rose from his desk and began lecturing on Dragon tranquilizing Potions.
Harry strolled in a few minutes later, tie still skew, with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Snape turned his pointed gaze to Harry and slammed down the flask he was holding onto the nearest desk.
"Mr. Potter." he sneered, "I'm sure the class would love to hear your pitiful explanation for arriving late to my class yet again."
Harry slowly turned his head and winked at Draco, then looked back to Snape.
"I was… detained…" Several of their classmates snickered. Draco watched his head of house's eyes narrow as he looked at them.
"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor and Slytherin, and detention tonight for you and Mr. Malfoy." Draco couldn't believe it- he was getting punished for being good for once!
"But Professor-" He stood up to defend himself.
"Sit Down Mr. Malfoy!" Snape barked, "I am sick and tired of your antics with Potter, and I have no doubt that the blame for Potter's tardiness does not only rest on his shoulders. If you are going to continue to associate yourself with this troublemaker, then you will need to control your urges so thet do not disrupt my class!"
Draco closed his mouth and sat down. If it was any other professor, he would have argued until he was blue in the face, but he knew he could not win against Snape. It would only result in the loss of more house points - and after losing 100 points for getting caught shagging on Snape's desk, Draco doubted his housemates would forgive him for losing even more because of Harry.
Harry sat down next to Draco, grinning, as his boyfriend scowled and searched his bag for a quill. Draco ruffled through the contents of his book bag, but found no quill. He must have dropped it in his mad dash to get to class on time. No bother, Harry always had an extra, as Draco broke his quills quite frequently.
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
"Do you have an extra quill? I seem to have lost mine." Harry looked up and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, I lent my extra to Neville."
"Longbottom? But I'm your boyfriend! And you always have an extra!" Harry shrugged.
"Sorry. Why don't you ask Hermione or Ron?"
"Please, like the Weasel could afford an extra. Never mind, Potter, I'll find one."
Draco turned to the table next to his.
"Crabbe," he barked .
"Yeah Draco?" The hulking boy turned to look at him.
"Give me your quill."
"But I've only got one."
"Please," Draco sneered, "Like you were going to use it anyway."
Crabbe looked at his parchment, covered with doodles of Snape wearing various items of women's clothing, shrugged and handed over his quill.
Draco began furiously scribbling down the ingredients to today's potion. He couldn't understand how that thick-skulled boy got into NEWT-level potions. Or Harry for that matter. Although he had been doing better ever since Draco stopped sabotaging his in-class projects. That sort of a thing tends to put a damper on one's sex life, you know.
Snape finished writing the formula on the board and the students dispersed to collect ingredients. Harry went off to the cupboard to collect the manticore blood, aardvark bile and tincture of mallow root. Draco's chopping of the spearmint leaves and stems was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Blaise Zabini standing next to his desk, smirking for all he was worth.
"I'd apologize for my… activities last night," Blaise glanced at Terry, who met his eyes and flushed, "but it seems you were up to your own… exercise early this morning." Draco felt a flush creeping up his neck. Harry must have neglected the silencing spell, and in his own state of half-conscious delirium, he was hardly coherent enough to realize he had neighbors, let alone cast a spell. The whole dungeon must have heard Draco's cries of ecstasy.
"Well, Blaise," Draco said as casually as he could, leaning his chair back, "I can't help it if my boyfriend can't get enough of me."
"Sure, Malfoy. That must be why he's all over that muggle-born Hufflepuff right now." Draco followed the other Slytherin's eyes to find Harry standing by the ingredient cabinet, whispering in Justin Finch-Fletchley's ear, the Hufflepuff's hand resting on Harry's arm. Draco felt a surge of jealousy in his chest.
"Trouble in paradise?" Blaise grinned smugly, and Draco glared daggers at him as he stood up and walked over the where Harry was standing, fuming.
"Harry? Can I have a word with you?" before Harry could answer, Draco grabbed his arm and harshly pulled him into a unoccupied corner of the room.
"Yes, Draco?"
"I know this is a game, and obviously you're doing whatever you want, but I just wanted to let you know that-" He stopped. Harry was playing dirty, but he was not going to lost this, no matter what. Harry smirked, victory dancing in his eyes.
"You were saying, Draco?"
"I just wanted to let you know that there is no way I am going to lose this bet, and your pathetic attempts are having no effect on me." Draco hoped he sounded convincing, because he still needed to convince himself.
"Good to know." Harry turned back towards the cupboard, but Draco spun him around again, holding his arm tightly.
"And keep your hands off the Hufflepuffs," he seethed. Harry raised an eyebrow
" People will start to doubt your fidelity, and I will not have people thinking I can't keep a reign on you" Draco tried to sound commanding and not desperate or jealous. He didn't like the idea of Harry flirting with Hufflepuffs. Or Ravenclaws. Or Gryffindors. Or Slytherins, except for himself. Harry was only allowed to flirt with him.
Draco returned to his seat and resumed chopping the ingredients in a rather murderous manner, half wishing that the green leaves and stems were the bloodied remains of Finch-Fletchley's fingers. Harry sat in the seat to the right of him and carefully measured the liquid ingredients into the bubbling cauldron. Draco dropped the now decimated sprigs of mint in as well and checked his notes against the formula written in the front of the class.
A warm hand nudged his outer thigh and he looked over at Harry, who was nonchalantly writing on his parchment with his other hand, seeming deceptively oblivious. The hand crept over his thigh slowly, burning through the thin material of his trousers. Draco started to feel a bit warm, and loosened his green and grey tie. Their encounter in the broom closet had left him rather unsatisfied, and his arousal was returning with a vengeance. Harry's hand continues its path of small, scorching, teasing movements and Draco squirmed under his touch, half wanting him to stop, half wishing he'd just touch him already. The movement stopped for an instant, an inch away from his goal, and then fingers reached out and brushed their tips against there and Draco gasped sharply, then coughed loudly to cover his response.
Crabbe turned from his potion and pounded Draco on his back with a meaty hand.
"You okay, Draco?" Draco coughed again from the force of Crabbe's "help." A corner of Harry's mouth turned up, nearly betraying him. Draco stifled a moan as Harry's hand enclosed around him, heat radiating through his trousers.
"Yeah, Crabbe," he choke out, "Just accidentally, uh, breathed in some fumes." Draco hated how easily Harry could make him lose his usually carefully kept composure.
"Oh, okay. Be careful then." Crabbe game him another firm thump and turned back to his cauldron, which was now exuding purple smoke and sparking.
Harry's hand unbuttoned Draco's trousers deftly.
"Ha-rry?" Draco squeaked out, his voice cracking as it hadn't done since third year.
"Hm?" Harry said absent-mindedly as he stirred the cauldron carefully in a clockwise direction.
"Please, " Draco ground out softly as Harry's hand slowly pulled down the zip. But please what? Please don't please stop please hurry please touch me please Harry please have mercy on my unworthy soul. Draco jumped and bumped his knee against the table as Harry slipped his fingers into his boxers, skin finally touching bare skin, and the desk rattled. The potion sloshed a bit in the cauldron, but did not spill. Harry stilled the table with his free hand and looked at Draco for the first time since he had sat down.
"You all right, Draco?" Harry said lightly, with a twinkle in his eye.
Draco bit his knuckle to contain his moan as Harry's fingers skated across his skin teasingly, and Draco's hips moved of their own accord, seeking more sensation. Draco looked around the room, hoping no one was watching, and thankful they sat toward the back of the classroom.
The hand continued its torturous journey, sending hot sparks with no where to go but to build up, and -oh, finally, so good, Draco steeled his hips not to thrust, to move faster, harder, and there was no more classroom, no bubbling cauldrons, no Professor Snape eyeing him suspiciously, only Harry's hot tight hand moving, teeth gripping his knuckle, hanging on for dear life, eyes rolling in the back of his head, nearly drawing blood, hips jerking, Oh Gods, then opening his eyes to see Harry's smirking at him.
Harry murmured a cleansing spell, and carefully tucked him back in and zipped Draco's trousers up. Draco started at the wall for a moment, thoughts lost, eyes glazed over, panting from the exertion, finally taking his knuckle from between his teeth, red marks imbedded in the flesh.
"Mr. Malfoy." Draco's head jerked up at the sound of his professor's voice calling his name.
"Hm?" was all he could seem to say, his brain not yet able to form words. Snape glared at him.
"Ten points from Slytherin for not paying attention," his head-of-house sneered, and Draco looked around hurriedly at his housemates, who were now glaring at him. Harry stirred the potion counterclockwise now, oblivious to Draco's irritation.
"I hate you, Harry Potter," he hissed, and Harry only smiled. Victory, it seemed, was at hand.
A/N: Wow there are a lot of notes for this Chapter!! I think Microsoft Word needs its' own Harry Potter spell-check expansion pack or something, because there are so many damn words I've had to add into my dictionary since I started writing HP fic. Like Draco and Muggle and Slytherin and Avada Kedavra and Voldemort… The list goes on… In the next chapter, Harry makes an indecent proposal and Draco ends up in a Broomcloset with Hermione…