Risk Me - Chapter 5
WARNING: This chapter of 'Risk Me' contains slash. If slash offends you, please do not read this chapter. If slash does not offend you, and does in fact turn you on: sit back, relax, and enjoy!
"Harry?" Ginny mumbled sleepily.
"Mm?" came Harry's groggy response, without opening his eyes.
The pair had steered towards the Weasley's sofa and collapsed onto it, snuggling close together.
"I was just wondering, er, how is it that you lost your virginity?"
Harry's eyes snapped open. He looked suddenly uncomfortable. "Well, er, that is...it really doesn't matter, does it?"
Ginny looked at him, scandalized. "How can you say a thing like that doesn't matter after what happened last night?"
Harry quickly regrouped; "I only meant, just, you know, it's not..."
"Was it Cho?" Ginny asked quietly.
"No." Harry replied firmly, "It wasn't. We only snogged, and only one time, really."
"So, who was it then? Can you at least tell me who?"
Harry shifted uncomfortably and Ginny, who had been lying next to him, sat up.
"Go on, then. I promise I won't laugh."
Ginny watched him carefully, then, in a mock serious tone "Harry, did you sleep with Luna after Slughorn's Christmas party?"
Harry laughed then took a deep breath and mumbled something that sounded like "cadro fomaly."
"Cad who?" Ginny asked, perplexed.
Harry cleared his throat and, without looking at her, mumbled "It was, er, Draco Malfoy."
Ginny burst out laughing, but, catching the look on his face, she stopped abruptly.
"Godric Gryffindor! You're serious?! What? How? What?!"
"I'm not like that, I swear." Harry started defensively, "Neither is he, I think. Alright, look, this is how it happened, but you've got to SWEAR you won't tell!"
Ginny nodded quickly, and Harry launched into story.
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"Right, Hagrid! See you tomorrow!" Harry Potter yelled cheerfully over his shoulder. He strode across the grounds quickly, the chill November breeze biting at his face and hands.
"Oooh, Harry! Draco!"
Harry whipped around to see a large group of girls running towards him, he also, with great disgust, saw Draco Malfoy had turned around to acknowledge the group as well. Draco had apparently been sitting at the lake's edge with Pansy Parkinson, who was glaring daggers at this giggling group of intruders.
"What?" Malfoy drawled, getting to his feet lazily.
Harry, slowly and unwilling, walked closer to them so that the group stood between Malfoy and himself. The girls were whispering excitedly.
"Is that it?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm sure!"
"And it'll work?"
"Yes! This is it, move! I've got to aim!"
From inside the crowd, one girl emerged, blushing. She looked to be about third year, and she withdrew two wands. She held one in her left hand and one in her right, and before Harry or Draco had time to think to duck, they were both hit with flashes of bright purple light.
"Draco!" Pansy shrieked, running to him.
Harry got to his feet, feeling very disoriented. He glared up numbly at the girls, who were watching him and Draco with a disturbing sort of eagerness. "What was that for, eh?" Harry snapped.
"Potter?" came the groggy voice of Malfoy, about three yards away. Only, there was something different about his voice. Harry couldn't quite place his finger on it. It was deeper or richer or.. sexy? Harry shook his head violently to rid himself of that thought.
The girls screamed with mirth and excitement as Malfoy got to his feet, staring at Harry as though he had never seen anything quite like him before. Harry noted the grace with which Malfoy picked himself up off the ground, his robes perfectly framing his masculine shoulders and then there were his nimble, pale hands...
Harry ran for it, and he could hear Malfoy behind him. "Oy, Potter, wait up!"
Harry tore across the grounds, unsure of where he was going and desperately trying to push all those unwanted feelings out of his head. He found himself in the shadow of the Whomping Willow and, without thinking, he jabbed his wand into the secret knot on the trunk, immobilizing it. Harry bolted down the familiar path for just a few seconds when he heard the unmistakable sounds of someone following him. He ran faster, his leg muscles screaming in protest. It didn't sound like Malfoy was gaining on him. If he could just get to the Shrieking Shack with a decent headstart, maybe he could lock himself into a room and wait for the effects of the spell to wear off. wear off, lock, room, Draco... Harry closed his eyes briefly, his mind drifting towards this picture. Draco, on top of him. Draco, his cold eyes twinkling at Harry. Draco, sinking to his knees before Harry. Harry ran still faster, scolding himself for thinking that way. This was just a spell! And who WERE those girls?! He had never seen them before.
After what seemed like an hour of flat-out running, Harry found the path leveling out into the shabby, boarded-up old house. He glanced quickly around for a room with a lock. But, why though? his mind interrupted. To get away from Malfoy! Yes, but why? He struggled to think of a reason. It was on the tip of his tongue, he had a good reason a moment ago. A good reason to not have sex with Malfoy.. Are there any good reasons not to have sex with Malfoy? Harry smirked to himself. This was quite true.
Draco emerged into the room, clutching a stitch in his chest, but smiling broadly at Harry all the same. Harry leaned, in what he hoped was a sexy manner, on the wall next to him. Draco took time to catch his breath, though without ever taking his steely eyes off Harry's.
"So." Harry said smoothly once Draco had straightened up.
"So..what?" Draco replied, in mock confusion.
In half a heartbeat, Harry was less than an inch away from him. "Don't play games with me Draco, I know why you're here." Harry breathed in his ear.
A shiver ran through Malfoy's body, and he pulled out his wand, pointing it directly at Harry's heart.
"Careful, Potter." Malfoy hissed, "The odds are against you, what with your wand still stuck in that tree."
Harry threw out his chest and shoved Malfoy against the wall, pinning his arms. Harry kissed him in a blind fever, pinning his head to the wall as well. Draco bit Harry's lip hard and Harry withdrew slightly, allowing Malfoy to shove him onto the ground. Draco's malicious eyes glittered down on Harry and he withdrew his wand. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Harry's arms and legs snapped together and he glared up at Draco from the floor. Malfoy grabbed him by the scruff of his robes and dragged Harry up to the bedroom. Once inside, Malfoy lifted Harry with some effort and threw him roughly on the shabby bed. He pointed his wand a second time at Harry and said "Finite Incantatum," and Harry was ready. He lunged at Malfoy, snatching the wand out of his hand. Harry turned Malfoy's wand on it's owner and soon had Malfoy on the bed, his wrists and ankles bound tight together.
"What now, Potter?" Draco breathed, raising his bound hands to rest above his head. Harry smirked and tore open Malfoy's robes, he roughly worked Malfoy's belt buckle, and jerked at it, hard. The belt was pulled out of each loop with the added bonus that Malfoy was spun about in the process, now lying facedown in the bed. His deviant eyes found Harry's and he licked his teeth hungrily. Harry straddled him and pulled Draco's now loose pants down to just below his ass. Harry whipped his penis out and pushed hard into Malfoy, who screamed Harry's name loudly.
"What now, yourself?" Harry sneered, thrusting hard and going deeper.
"More!" Malfoy moaned into the mattress, and Harry obliged, his hips digging deep into Malfoy's backside.
"What if Parkinson could see you now, eh?" Harry hissed.
"Don't stop! Just don't stop!" Malfoy gasped, and in reply, Harry pulled out completely, stood up and tucked himself back into his pants.
Malfoy glared angrily at him from the bed, and rolled himself over. Harry picked up Draco's wand again and pointed it lazily at Malfoy, whose ropes dissapeared in a flash.
"We'll see now!" Draco snarled, and shoved Harry face first into the wall. Malfoy pinned him there with one arm, and with his free hand, he jerked Harry's pants down. Harry laughed cruelly, and in retort Draco reached around and gave Harry's penis a very hard, painful squeeze. Harry yelped, but Draco didn't let go. "Behave." Draco commanded and Harry gasped back "I will."
Draco released his grip, but left his arm pinning Harry firmly to the wall. Draco used his spare hand to lead his penis tip to Harry's ass. He pushed, hard. Harry gasped and Draco pushed still harder. Tears of pain welled up in both sets of eyes, but Harry breathed "Please! Harder!" Draco continued to thrust, harder each time and their chests heaved in unison with the effort. Finally, once entirely inside, Harry's shoulders relaxed, and Draco bit into the back of his neck, whispering "You're mine, Potter. You always will be. Say it."
He thrust deeper and Harry sighed in pleasure. "I'm yours. I always will be"
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Ginny gaped as Harry finished his story.
"So, what happened after that?" she said in awe.
"Well," Harry said patiently "The spell started to wear off after a bit. His did, first. He kicked me in the crotch, hard, and then he ran off."
"Oh gods, ow!" Ginny said sympathetically, running a hand over the aforementioned sensitive area. She felt him rise at once and smirked. "What now, Harry?"
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