Title- Cobra
Author- Blue Yume
Chapter Three – Fire
Pairings- DMxHP, BZxOC, implied RWxHG, and others as they come to mind.
Rating- R for now
Warning- Spoilers for books 1-5, dark Harry, Slash, & Mpreg
Summary- Harry willingly helps Voldemort gain control of the wizarding world, for the chance to decide his own future.
Disclaimer- Harry Potter characters and story belong to J.K. Rowling,
Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Warner Brothers. I'm not making or plan
on making any money off this fic. I am only writing for my own sanity
and for others to enjoy some Harry Potter in between books. But the
new story line and any new characters I wish to add are my own so
just ask before using, Thank you.
Author Notes- This chapter starts of right off almost from the last one did. I will say that Draco is part Veela but can decide whom he wants to be with, there is no 'life mate' but he can look for a suitable mate by smell. Harry is only a half blood, though I may throw something to deloop you later. And thank you to all those who review! Read and enjoy.
Chapter three: Fire
Checking for a third time that the four curtains of heavy blood red velvet surrounding his four poster bed were securely tightened, Harry deemed that he had the privacy he needed. He laid back against the feather-downed comforter relaxing tense muscles as he took a deep shuddering breath. Licking chapped lips, he rested one of his chilled hands on his overly warm stomach and he began to slowly stroke and massage the tingling area around his bellybutton.
Recently, his abdomen had started hurting severely. It started as a small stomachache but gradually became worse over a period of a few short weeks. Massaging the painful area usually help ease the pain but only added to another problem that had started at the end of late June.
His libido was taking over his life. It had started off as a contenting warmth that had flowed through him as if he was wrapped in a warm blanket. Slowly though it began to grow into a consuming heat of animalistic urge to rut against the very first thing that had the unlucky fate to cross his path. More and more often now he found himself either behind his bed curtains or in a bathroom stall with his hand around an erection, stroking and panting like he was doing more than just an innocent wank.
Oh god, his orgasms were like a wave of cold wind against his inner burning fire. Just thinking of it got him all hot and bothered. Harry began to notice that he would touch himself every chance he got to gain the short relief he received from those short moments alone. The longer the time he spent pleasuring himself the longer the chill stayed. It was a reason he went to bed early and slept in even with his nightmares waiting for him in his slumber.
Tonight it was the motive to his retiring to bed early. Yes, it was just too easy. Harry thought that Hermione would at least be suspicious, but she showed no signs that she even had a clue. In fact she seemed reassured that he was "sleeping". Ha, just shows how much 'Miss Know-it-all' really doesn't know.
Harry's warmed hand slid under his red pinstriped cotton pajama pants, callused fingertips skimmed over his crisp pubic hair causing a shiver to run through his over impassioned nerves. Biting his lip as the fire stretch over his entire body, tingling as it traveled. Light touches seemed to only inflame him beyond his imagination than soothe.
Oddly his thoughts still ran to his 'best' friends. Yes, what wonderful best friends they were. What kind of Gryffindors were they if they couldn't even send him a freaking Daily Prophet to tell him even a little about what was going on? But no, we mustn't do anything against the great and mighty Albus Dumbledor, which is just too much of a sin.
It angered him greatly that he was still upset about his friends not writing to him about something on the 'war' at all, even in passing conversation. He would have just been happy simply being told that everything was still boring and nothing very exciting had happened. At least he would know that no one was dead. But of course all he got was that it wasn't the right time or nothing at all.
Harry growled in anger and roughly jerked his hardness to the angry pounding rhythm of his beating heart. God did they make him angry. Thinking they knew what was best for him. He hadn't gone through all the crap he had, just to be thrown out of the major loop now. He knew more about what happened before this whole mess then anyone else. But of course he was only a juvenile and thus it was not important to tell him things that would involve him later on, because it was for his own 'good'.
"Whatever," pushed through his clamped teeth in a hiss of hot damp air. He refocused his thoughts back to the building pleasure pressing at the back of his frustrated mind.
His breathing was heaver and his unheeding hair was damp with sweat. Harry rubbed his thumb over the slit of his throbbing erection. The stab of pleasure from the act made him hiss out through his teeth. Bringing his other hand to his mouth he began to suck on three fingers until they were evenly coated with his saliva.
He released his hardness just long enough to pull down his pants pass his bent knees. Harry scooted up the bed to rest against the headboard, before spreading his legs once more. His spit-coated hand traveled down to his anal area. Lubricated fingers slid in easily as he had done this during his free period not more than three hours before. Harry groaned softly as he worked up to his orgasm quickly with both hands getting him off.
He began to pant heavily as he pressed against his prostate repeatedly. He could feel the end coming as his hips began to buck helplessly out of rhythm of his unyielding strokes. He was so close that the burning pressure seemed almost too much to bare. Abruptly Harry stiffened before crying out, he moaned in bliss as he happily fell into heaven. His hips rocked gently while his fingers pressed lightly against his prostate to prolong his chill.
After a short moment Harry uncurled from his position and pulled his cotton pants on. Ignoring the sticky mess he made of himself, he moved onto to his side to go to sleep before the fire and pain returned to haunt him.
It was the stabbing pain that woke him early the next morning. Harry drenched in sweat from the fever of pain, shakily moved himself from underneath his red feather-down comforter that was more like an oven than a blanket. Breathing heavily and shallowly, he removed himself from his bed and headed for the bathroom to take his shower. Hoping that it would sooth his ache.
Quickly he undressed letting sticky pajamas land forgotten on the chilled white tiled floor. Goosebumps traveled rapidly over his warm skin as the cold bathroom air hit naked flesh. Shivering Harry turned on the shower, turning the knobs to get the right temperature flowing before stepping under the stream of clear water.
After a ten-minute shower and a few minutes to spare to brush his hair and teeth, Harry dressed and headed down to the commons room. It was still to early for breakfast to be served. He would just sit and wait for Hermione and Ron to wake up and come down so they could all head down together to eat. But thinking on it he decided that he wanted to eat alone. Deciding on that, Harry only waited another twenty minutes before descending from the Gryffindor Tower down to the Great Hall.
He ate his sausage and scrambled eggs at a leisurely pace, talking to Dean about their latest charm's homework due at the end of this week. Hermione arrived leading a still sleepy Ron, they seemed to discussing something but stopped once they noticed Harry.
With what looked like guilty face they smiled as they sat across from him.
"Why didn't you wait up for us?" Hermione started speaking only after a short strained silence. She began to butter a thick peace of toast, taking proper care that it spread evenly and not too thickly. "If you wanted to go to classes early than you could have said something last night, we wouldn't have minded waking a little early." A grumble from Ron deigned that he wouldn't have agreed to an earlier rise.
Harry shook his head, "No it isn't that. I just woke early and was hungry so I just went down to eat. I am not in a hurry to go to Potions sooner than I have too." Inside he was boiling over with annoyance that they had to go everywhere with him, never giving him space or privacy. Sometimes the only time he was able to be alone was in the bathroom during classes, where Ron could not so easily follow and Hermione did not wish to tread.
Ron raised his glass of pumpkin juice in a mock cheer, "Who would want to go to that class early? Besides Malfoy of course."
Rolling her eyes Hermione scoffed, "See? That is why you are failing potions. Putting no effort in a class you have to work hard in to get a passing grade."
Harry raised an eyebrow, was she forgetting that Snape hated him enough to make him fail even if suddenly became a genius at potions? Apparently she had. The foolish girl, thinking that with all the books she's read that she understood everything.
Ron seemed to think the same thing, as he gazed upon Hermione as if she had grown horns, "What are you talking about, Hermione? You know that Snape hates us. He wouldn't give Harry or I a passing grade even if we paid him to. In fact he would take the money than take points for bribing a Professor."
Hermione turned and gave the red headed boy a stern glare, "Don't say things like that, Ron Weasley! It's unfair to think that Professor Snape who let his own childish feelings get in the way of a students grade."
Harry tuned them out after that, all the two did anymore was either bug him with their arguing or follow him around like to dogs. It sickened as well as annoyed him to no end. Seeing as it would take a while for them to stop, Harry turned back to Dean to continue their more interesting discussion on the proper wand gestures for the reparue spell.
Moments later, owls swooped over the teachers and students, delivering mail and Daily Prophets to their rightful owner. Harry not expecting any mail just ignored the regular occurrence with very little excitement, he never detected a small brown barn owl becoming increasingly annoyed that Harry wasn't taking the letter held in on of its clawed feet.
"Harry there's an owl with a letter for you," Dean said pointing at the waiting barn owl behind him.
"Oh! Sorry about that, I didn't think I'd get any mail today. Here is some sausage for the trouble." Harry took the note before giving the promised sausage to the now pacified owl.
Giving a quick glance to his friends and seeing that they were still too busy quarrelling to notice Harry's unexpected delivery, he opened it to see a pass to the restricted section slip out of the envelope in addition with the letter. Wondering why he needed access to the restricted section, he read the following message:
My Dear Sweet Harry,
I write this to warn you that your friends and loved ones keep more from you than you could ever imagine. Your secrets are kept so safe that not even you know what they are. You must be wondering what it is that is that I know that you do not. Do not despair my sweet for I will tell you, for a small price of course.
Don't fret; it is a simple wish, that you allow me to properly court you. I think this is a fair bargain for what I offer. But do not fret; I am giving this piece of information free of charge.
There is a race of demons of the name of Keir, I think it will be of great interest and need that you read up on these magnificent creatures.
If you agree to my terms of contract all you need to do is place your signature on the bottom of this parchment. This contract will be void if either of us fails to abide by the simple conditions: you allowing me to woo you and I giving you information on your secrets.
Yours truly,
Anonymous
If Harry had only known, that he was selling away his soul he might of thought twice about signing the contract. But being a Gryffindor made him brave and careless, he never thought twice, only once. And that was all he needed to step out of the pan and into the fire. Was to be a stupid Gryffindor.