[A/N: Hey Readers, thanks for the awesome reviews so far. Here we go, young Mister Malfoy (The real one this time) finally makes his grand appearance. Let me know what you think, the next chapter will be coming soon. Thanks thanks thanks thanks for all those who have read so far!
Chapter III: Completely Spellbound
It was all Harry could do the next few hours. Never before had he fully appreciated how blissfully easy it was, to walk normally. He kept watching himself as he walked past the mirrors in his bedroom. He put on oversized robes, in hopes that his unusual gait wouldn't be noticeable. He wanted to perform a healing spell of some kind, but as yet, was unable to recall ever learning one.
"Hermione would know." He thought dismally, but there was no way he could go to her. He had long since noticed how her brown eyes seemed to go straight to Draco's ass whenever he happened to walk by. "Well she isn't having him. That boy is mine!" Harry said, reassuringly to himself as he performed a cushioning spell on his backside, wishing to be able to sit normally.
Harry slowly descended the steps of the Gryffindor common room and silently walked past Ron and Hermione, who were busy bickering over homework, more than likely transfiguration- as Ron had been severely behind, being too enamored with Lavender.
Harry was eager to get to the lower portions of the castle, and just maybe (he dared think it) catch a little alone time with Draco. How will things be now, that He and I are intimate? Will he call me Lover? Harry thought fancifully, wondering what it would be like to have Draco thrown down on a table in the Great Hall.
Harry didn't have to wait long before he saw the dashing Mr. Malfoy gracefully walking up the stairs, from what Harry knew to be, the Slytherin Common Rooms. Harry couldn't help but admire him as he walked, as normally as ever. What strength he must have, to walk like that. Harry frowned, quite certainly upset. After all, I am not exactly small…Harry thought timidly, And I did ride him savagely…maybe he just needs me to come over and give his rear end some reminding of who is in charge. Harry thought playfully as he noticed that Draco was completely alone…Perfect. Harry's eyes gleamed as he broke off at a dash for the object of his affection.
Draco's usually calm and smirking face twisted into a look of shock as he was barreled down and pressed to the wall by an hormonally enraged Harry. His lips pressed viciously against the young Slytherin and refused to relinquish control of the parted curtains of Draco's soul.
Draco's face flushed a most profound red and his hands ripped at the black haired boy, who was most certainly giving him a heart attack. Draco cursed and screamed inside Harry's mouth and beat vehemently on his back.
Harry found himself immensely turned on at this display of affection. How hot! He's moaning, I'm really turning this fucker on…maybe it'll be time to take him to a more secluded place! Harry couldn't help himself, he was suddenly alive with a passion he usually only felt on the Quidditch Pitch. He took his hand and claimed Draco's cock, which was quivering through his black robes.
At last Draco was able to throw Harry off of him and his grey eyes were ablaze with indignant fire. "YOU! POTTER!" Draco spat, his veins throbbing in his neck, red color surging up his high cheeks. "The hell do you get off, you filthy freak!"
Harry smiled at the new level of sexuality Draco was displaying. He walked casually over to Draco, refusing to break eye contact with the boy who was now sizing him up, like he was a horrific slave master. "Oh Draco… I can't take this anymore…since this morning I've become a slave to the naughty sex you gave me. It's entranced my thoughts, and the thought of our pleasuring each other has become the purpose of my being. Now I can take a little dirty talk from you my love, but get this….your arse…is mine." Harry declared, and with each passing second Draco turned from violent red, to deathly pink.
"Potter…I wouldn't touch you…Dear Merlin! What in the hell are you even talking about?" Draco sputtered, clearly upset and at a loss for words. "Let me maybe, refresh your memory, since it's been clearly IMPERIUSED! I am a PURE-BLOOD descendant of the Malfoy Line! To fuck you or even lick you jibber would make my family disown me!"
"But not repulse you, kitten?"
Draco blanched completely now, caught in the web which he himself had spun. Recovering, he crossed his arms and said defiantly. "Well of course it would repulse me, you freak! To be …gay…" Draco trembled as he spoke his last, as if it were a curse. "…would make me an outcast…almost as bad as fucking a mud blood."
Harry came closer to the boy he wanted so dearly. Draco's breathing came in rapid bursts now, unnatural as he scanned the deserted corridor, almost pleading for an interruption. "Harry…don't come near me. I order you!" Draco scrambled, sweat pouring down his face.
Harry put his lips to the shaking ear of the Slytherin Seeker and spoke softly. "Mud blood means dirty, right Malfoy?"
Harry felt Draco nod almost imperceptibly and his throat issued a non-committal noise of agreement.
"Well then, Draco…treat me like I was Mudblood…get this dirty little bitch in front of you…" Harry licked the inside of Draco's ear. "…sparkling…clean." And with that Harry took his fist and wrenched Draco from the wall, nearly causing the two boys to topple to the floor.
Draco was muttering and speaking incoherently, words of randominity issued from him… "codes of honour,.." "what about protection?" and "Merlins beard…how did you even know I am GAY?" Were random snippets that Harry happened to hear as he was dragging Draco down to deserted dungeons.
"Draco, kitten…we're going to the dungeons…and you are going to do me…just like before." Harry ordered his trembling charge, opening a door to an old room, adorned with shackles and chains. Harry had heard Mr. Filch going on and on about how this room was used in earlier days, as a room of punishment. Harry had one thing on his mind now, punishing Draco for acting like he didn't remember this morning.
"Draco, dear love. I'm upset at you, I mean, it's not every morning I get the fucking of a life time,…and now you are acting like you don't remember it. Tsk tsk love…won't do." Harry said, throwing Draco up against the cold stone wall.
"Potter…" Draco breathed, "I haven't a damned clue what you're talking about…but…" Harry slapped Draco, who yelped but then yanked Harry to him by the throat. "Fine then, make me an honest fuck then,. Chain me, whip me , and by the bloody guts of Merlin, make me remember whatever the hell I'm forgetting!" Draco cried, locking his lips around those of Harry Potter.
Harry felt the heaving chest of Draco rising against his own, his beating heart threatening to burst from it's boned cage. His pulse quickened as Draco's tongue jetted inside his mouth, roving over his lips and threatening to gag him. Harry latched onto the blonde hair and twirled his fingers in it's golden locks. Draco's hips grinded into Harry's own, and Harry felt satisfied with the bulging form threatening to break out of those damnable black robes.
Harry reached down and thrust his hands deeply through the garments of Draco, happily moaning as his hand clenched onto Draco's throbbing cock, Such stamina he has! Already hard again! Harry rejoiced silently, stoking Draco as his chest was being clawed at.
"Please Harry…lock me down." Draco managed , as he broke his lips away from Harry's.
Harry took the opportunity and grabbed Draco's wrists, planting them firmly into the bronze shackles dangling from the wall behind them. A satisfying click was heard as Draco stared helplessly into Harry's green eyes.
Harry fought valiantly to rid Draco of his encumbering shirt and pants once he had successfully removed the robes. Harry marveled at the chest that was in front of him. The perfectly rounded peach nipples moving in front of him, daring him to come closer. The little trail of blonde fluff leading down to a most desirable dick, which waiting for Harry's self control to falter.
Harry heard Draco's moaning and once again rejoiced in how vulnerable he sounded. "Not long now, pet. And you'll be moaning much worse than this." Harry pressed his anxious lips to one of Draco's perkily cold nipples, and his tongue danced along the circumference of it's being. Lapping up the tip and biting hard every now and then ; relishing the sounds of pain coming from the proud blonde.
Draco's hands desperately tried to break from the wall, they seemed determined to rip off the robes which Harry was still wearing. "Please, Potter, get on with it!" Draco begged.
Harry denied him a bit longer, as his tongue traveled downwards, spiraling out of control and then regaining position just above the trail of fluff. Harry was enjoying this far too much to give into Draco this early. Harry took a free hand and released Draco of his black pants, which was lucky, for the penis which sprouted from the newly opened zipper seemed ready to make a hole, had Harry not just saved it the trouble. Harry looked lovingly at the pink head bobbing in front of him, oh how he wanted to bury himself in the loins of his lover.
Harry at last, after Malfoy's well vocalized pleading, lowered his lips to the shaft of Malfoy's pulsating penis. The pleading of Draco turned into tamed eruptions of mirth, tainted occasionally by softer moans. Whenever Draco raised himself higher, to better find home in Harry's warm mouth, Harry pulled back and tortured the boy all the more. He took his hand, which had for the last few minutes been resting on the cold dungeon floor, and wrapped his cold fingers around the bouncing balls of his lover.
Draco screamed now and Harry lapped up his agony, using it to make himself feel more aroused. Harry was eager now, as Draco began to quiver and pulse inside his mouth, to taste the boy whimpering beneath him. Harry admitted to feeling a bit nervous, but he found (and Draco's sobs affirmed the fact) that Harry knew precisely what he was doing. Draco's lamentations reached a crescendo and his bucking legs pounded further into Harry's throat. Wave after wave of pleasure erupted from Draco and Harry swallowed every ounce of ecstasy coming from the boy with whom he had always competed.
Draco was throwing his head back against the wall, oblivious to the pain of doing so, blinded by the ferocity of his climax. "God Harry, please, ooh yes fucker…" Draco wailed as Harry bit down on the head of his penis, slipping his tongue all around him.
Harry raised himself up to look at Draco, whose normally well maintained hair, was now matted to his forehead, plastered by sweat.
"Kiss me Harry." Draco pleaded, his neck craning forward, eager to be close to the person who had made him feel so happy.
Harry placed a finger on Draco's lips and shook his head disapprovingly. Draco whimpered and Harry forestalled him with a motion of his hand. Draco watched in awe as Harry slipped off his robes, and brought his hips to the parted lips of Draco. Draco's tongue flittered out of his mouth, eager to make contact with the shaking dick of Harry. Harry's dick found a well suited home in the mouth of Draco, his tongue provided a loving blanket of security and his lips shook, providing Harry with a new level of pleasure.
Harry ran his hands through his hair as Draco sucked on him, desperate to taste the essence of the Boy who Lived. Harry was a quick boy, Draco found, as Harry almost immediately started moaning. "Yes Draco…that's right…" Harry pushed himself further into Draco, who didn't object in the slightest.
Harry placed his hands on the shoulders of Draco and found himself convulsing, he was only moments away. "God Draco…you're so good at this…."
Draco ran his tongue up Harry's dick and Harry couldn't restrain himself as he burst into Draco's mouth, Draco eagerly licking up Harry's cum. Harry was completely in a different world, ripped from reality as he came in Draco Malfoy.
Harry came to collapse in front of Draco, who was pulling Harry close, eager for contact. "Come here, you crazy prat." Draco cooed as Harry caught his breath.
Harry didn't say a word, but reached to the ground for the key, and released Draco from the shackles binding him. Draco moved to pet the sweaty locks of black hair, connected to the head now resting on his rising chest. Draco laid his head atop of Harry's ; uncertain of what this new expression of emotion would mean for the two of them…they were, after all, completely spellbound and most definitely, bound to each other.