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A.U. and Mpreg DM/HP.
Author note:As I said this was supposed to be a one-shot so I don't exactly know where this story is going. I'll try my best, but opinions and comments are needed! Write me people!
"Win At Any Cost"
By GreyPenInk
Part 4
Even as Harry blinked his wide eyes with childish innocence somewhere inside him something reawakened and roared. Undiluted hate and rage raced to the surface, coming to the forefront of his thoughts. As more feelings and thoughts started to come forth, he lost track of the world around him; the rampaging things going on inside had swallowed him.
Draco couldn't have torn his gaze away if he had wanted. His wife's eyes were growing paler by the second, with a white-hot need for revenge. For once in his life he didn't mind reading a facial expression. There was so much raw emotion, intense determination and blood lust in those pale green eyes. Oh yes that was blood lust in the little brunet's eyes. If it had been directed at him he'd actually be a bit afraid, (good thing for that contract) but as it was he was incredibly aroused. The more he looked into those crazed, vengeance craving orbs, the more he felt the blood rush to his hardening member.
The blonde could freely admit he'd rather his partners to have a dark streak in them than be a goody-goody. He preferred lovers who liked it rough, fought for dominance and had passion in them. To Draco there was nothing more sexually pleasing, besides orgasm, than pinning, conquering and shooting off in a still struggling person. He loved that feeling of domination and power he got. He took it every chance he got.
'Maybe he won't be such a boring wife to have after all.' Draco thought. Right now he was dying to fuck Harry senseless. He could picture it in his mind's eye. Harry's legs over his shoulders, with Harry's back pressed into the bed and him holding those small wrists next to Harry's head. His spouse would still be jerking and trying to get the leverage to shove him off, spouting out determined promises that next time would be different and all with that look of blood lust in his eyes.
Without thinking, the sexually charged Malfoy pounced on to the bed, just falling short of reaching Harry; the bed was larger then he had estimated. His movement bounced the bed and jolted Harry back to the present. Harry's eyes went back to their natural emerald green.
Harry looked at the suddenly very close blonde boy, Draco was staring at him but he couldn't tell why. The Malfoy heir barely seemed to feel anything at all, or at least he didn't show it. Draco was still watching him and with him being so near, it was beginning to freak the smaller boy out. The grey-eyed boy just wasn't saying anything; this kind of silence was creepy. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Draco answered quickly, though mentally he was kicking himself. The second he had shook the bed, his wife had snapped out of it. He had kept looking to see if that passion would come back, but no luck there. 'What were you thinking! This is Harry-Prince-of-the-Goody-Two-Shoes-Potter! It was just in no way possible that the real Harry would be a great fuck. There is no maybe, Harry will be a boring wife.' He felt his dick go limp again.
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"I'm not staring." Draco lied. "Anyway, do we have a deal?" He said, changing the subject; no point it letting Harry know of his fantasy.
Harry's eyes paled a bit. 'I was born to do this, why not be the good little Boy-Who-Lived and get it over with. Plus, he is right, I do want this more than anything else.' "Yes, we do." Harry was mildly astonished that his answer came out easily.
"Fine, then take it." Draco held out the bottle, with the thick, near transparent orange liquid.
It wasn't until Harry had it in his hand that he remembered the full extent of the deal. Eyes glued to the container he just thought. 'Oh shit.' He moved to say something but Draco had scooted out the door, throwing a "G'night" over his shoulder.
'Coward.' Harry thought and sat back against fluffy gold pillows. He looked at the tray, just a bed length away. He thought; 'Draco use magic, wandless magic on top of that, yet he didn't seem to get any letter or warning. I used my wandless magic and no warning letter came. So why not use it again.'
Slowly he reached out his hand to the tray and commanded it to come; it just giggled a bit. Not discouraged in the slightest, he tried again a bit harder and the tray came shakily half way. To him that was pretty good. He'd never really practiced wandless magic; it normally came out and acted at random. On his third try the food came smoothly to his lap. Turning to the bottle he felt his face redden a bit before he perfectly set the clear container where the tray had been.
A small slightly wicked smile crept on to his lips. Tomorrow he planned to would practice on Draco! But for now he would nibble on whatever was under the silver cover. Harry had believed he wasn't hungry; that was until he saw what was before him. It was a mixture of small portions of some of his favorite foods. He drove right in and was delighted in finding the food was better than at Hogwarts.
He didn't finish everything but enough for him to feel overly full. Wandlessly he returned the leftovers to the desk, before he leaned back on the many pillows and patting his tummy. At the moment he felt his food extended, normally flat belly, he froze. The full weight of why he was here, in the Malfoy House Hold, suddenly sank in. Somehow it hadn't truly sunk in when Draco, or Mrs. Malfoy had explained it. Maybe because he wanted to believe they were lying. 'What if they're not?' He shivered at the thought and decided to find out for himself if even some of what he had been told was true.
With deliberate slowness he moved the soft, warm, red covers off him until he could see his lap. In the back part of his mind he noted that he would really have to get Draco back for sticking him in a white long nightgown; still he pressed on and began to pull it up. Harry was glad to see his legs didn't seem to change, then again his dorm mates had always said his legs were a bit girly. It really wasn't his fault if they were all hairier than him. An inch before the gown was high enough to see anything he stopped and wiggled a bit. Everything felt normal and all present, but that didn't stop the feeling of worry in him that something could still be different. Truly not wanting to see, he stuck his hand under.
Immediately the Potter heir scowled; he knew he had a lot more pubs down there last he checked. 'Brilliant…Blooming brilliant, I really didn't need to have even less hair!' he mentally screamed. Moving on his cock didn't seem to change. Briefly he thought of masturbating but quickly decided that this was not the place to o it in. Harry found his balls did feel a little smaller. It wasn't until he touched behind his nuts that Harry gasped and yanked his hand back. Something was in the place where there was supposed to be nothing. The dark haired boy didn't need to touch again to know what it was.
As if his body was on autopilot he pull down the gown and replaced the cover over himself. For a long while he just sat there, not moving or thinking, barely breathing.
'So it is true. First my life isn't my own, now my body...I'm a freak. There is no other word for a boy with a pussy... Am I even still a boy?' Eyelids closed and hide emerald eyes away.
'Does it matter? If I have no say, control or ability to govern my life, do my thoughts matter? Do I matter?' He sighed and a deathly calm slipped into him. 'I was born for a purpose, with a destiny. I was born to battle and end the Dark Lord, nothing more... I guess I have two purposes now, kill Voldemort and be Draco's w...spouse.' A frown arose on his face.
'No, actually, I'm just breeding stock to the Malfoys that they have rights to...They don't want me they just want an Heir!' That thought stirred something in him.
'I'm an animal to them. A thing that has to spread its' legs and pop out a baby.' Breathing suddenly became difficult.
'I don't even get to decide if I want to be a parent or not, and a mum at that! Oh Merlin! A baby! A real live, breathing, crying, growing baby! Oh mother of Merlin! If I were to have a baby, it would only be a baby for a bit, then a toddler, then a child, then a pre-teen, the a teenager... Holy shit, It could be my age someday! It wont just be a baby it'll be a person!' That something inside of him grew and filled his limbs, making them cold.
'And I have to be It's mum...NO! I don't want to be a mother! I don't want to be a parent! I don't want to be pregnant! I don't want to have a baby or a person. I don't want to have Draco's baby. I don't want to have sex with him!' Cold, hard energy exploded out of him and froze everything in the room. Simultaneously it snuffed out all the lit candles, plunging the room into darkness and incasing each surface and piece of furniture in a thick layer of solid ice. As cold as it was in his room, Harry didn't felt it, for he was much colder. As dark as it was in the room, Harry didn't give it any mind.
'Oh god! I don't want him even touching me! But then what choice do I get? My body, because of that stupid contract, is not mine to decide who and when I have sex with someone. The next time will be with Draco-Bloody-Malfoy.' Harry felt nausea form in the pit of his stomach.
He thought back to the last time he had had sex. It was very near the end of last year; when nearly everyone in the Gryffindor Tower was in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary from a practical joke play on them and their food by Peevees the Poltergeist. He and Dean Thomas had been alone and engaged in a little friendly fucking. In his minds eye he could see Draco's eyes replacing Dean's and that rich dark color of his friends skin paling to a milk white. Rapidly the memory of Dean's image was completely changed into Draco. It wasn't Dean smiling down goofily at him, but Draco smugly smirking at him. It wasn't his friend carefully pumping in and out of him, but his husband ripping and tearing him apart. The nausea increased, his insides clenched and bile reached the back of his throat.
Harry Potter banished the image away and curled himself up into a ball. He felt the sting of tears trying to form in his eyes, but knew they wouldn't come because he hated himself too much at the moment to let himself cry.
'For all my power, why can't I seem to have the life I want. Why do I always feel so helpless when it comes to me?... I Hate Myself... I hate this freakish body. I hate this life. I hate Draco Malfoy. I hate my ancestors for damning me. I hate the thought of being a mum. I hate the thought of being pregnant and I will hate this baby with every ounce of my being!'
The ex-Gryffindor glanced at the bottle. 'So it's that hole he wants me to use it on...I don't believe Draco... There is no way that a stupid contract could keep me alive. Maybe it can keep me from pummeling his sorry bum, but my change has to be from a potion... Back at the station was probably more wandless magic... However I do need to at least try to defeat Moldy-mort, even if I do die... In fact I'll be happy if I do.' Harry turned over and looked about the dark frozen room.
'At least if I die then I don't have to up hold the deal with Malfoy and let him fuck/impregnate me…. Wait…. He only said I have to stretch myself, not let him fuck me as my part of the deal….Do I really believe that 'Demonic Lust' line? Hm….Not really. I want proof first….It's just the idea of feeling lust for that great git that bothered me.' Harry gently relaxed now and his room began to defrost.
'I should keep my part of the deal, if Draco is going to keep his, but if he thinks he's getting his prick in me he is dead wrong! Anyway, I'll start tomorrow.' With that thought he drifted off to sleep.
TBC