And finally, the long awaited Ch. 8! I knew it took for forever and a half to finish, but it's finally here. I'm getting back into writing so hopefully my submissions will be more regular in the future. No promises though.
Now as promised, a satisfying chapter ;)!
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Without waiting for an answer, Harry got up on his knees and began to loosen his tie. Draco's eyes widened in horror. He suddenly found his voice and scooted back into a desk.
"P-P-Potter! What are you doing?" Draco squeaked as he tried to look around for a hiding place in the dark room. Harry yanked off his gray sweater vest and mussed up his hair in the process.
"Don't be an idiot, Malfoy," Potter sighed calmly while he reached for the top button on his white shirt. "I've been hard as a stone for god knows how long, even you can see that." Draco felt his gaze slip down Potter's body without his control. His eyes stopped where Potter's black trousers were the most strained before he looked away with embarrassment.
"And if I'm not mistaken," Harry said, pausing to give a toothy grin as he eyes traversed Draco, "so are you."
Draco immediately snatched up a pillow to cover himself. He wanted desperately to get up and run out the door but something kept him there. All he could do was watch while Harry snaked his way out of his shirt. His muscles seemed pure gold in the light of hundreds of tea candles. Draco felt his own muscles relax as he looked on.
But then Potter began to crawl towards him with the intimidating grace of a wild cat and Draco felt his heart jump into his throat again.
"S-stay away from me Potter!" Draco shouted as he backed further away, navigating his way blindly around desks. He felt like he might actually get away until his back hit the velvet fabric and the stone wall underneath. Before Draco's brain could even register that he was cornered, Harry was in front of him.
"Don't make this more complicated than it is, Malfoy," Harry said as he moved to undo Draco's tie.
"Of course it isn't complicated!" Draco cried almost hysterically as he swatted Potter's hand away, "It's all very simple! You're trying to rape me!" Harry snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Please, Malfoy. Stop being a drama queen. After all, you can't rape the willing." Draco opened his mouth to say something but Harry silenced him by pressing a finger against his lips. "It actually is very simple. We both have the same problem right?" Harry continued as he returned his hands to undoing Draco's tie, "Well let's help each other solve the problem. You know… I scratch your back, you scratch mine."
Draco was trying hard to concentrate on a cruel reply, but he was finding it almost impossible with that spicy scent drifting off Potter's skin and the way his fingers brushed his neck when he removed Draco's tie.
"N-no, Potter," Draco said weakly trying to squirm away. "Just get away from-"
Before Draco could finish his sentence, Harry pulled him away from the wall and pressed him into the pillow-covered floor, his hard member pushing into Draco's. Draco let out a groan, his consciousness slipping further into the warm, heavy lust that was clouding his brain.
"I'm sorry, Slave, but no isn't an option," Harry murmured from above. He then roughly pulled Draco's sweater vest off. "I believe that when your master asks for something, you oblige him."
Draco felt a shudder ripple down his spine. For once, he was at a loss for words. Draco felt as though his limbs were no longer under his control. His whole body was just a tingling mass of nerve endings. His eyelids felt heavy and his throat felt dry. And he was so impossibly warm!
The normally cold air in the classroom seemed steamy and dense. It was hard to explain the sensation, but it was like his mind was falling asleep and his body was awake and alive. All Draco had the strength to do was watch as Potter continued to unbutton his shirt. When it was finally off, Potter sat back and didn't do anything more.
Draco sat up too, following that intoxicating feeling, following Harry, like a lost puppy. He saw Potter smiling at him smugly, leaning back on his hands.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Harry said, his teeth gleaming in the gold light. "Me first. If you're good then maybe I'll take care of you, too." Draco stared back at Harry, cold logic starting to seep in through his inebriated state.
"You first what?" Draco asked, making sure to keep his eyes focused above Potter's shoulder.
"Come on now, Draco," Harry said, slightly irritated, "don't play stupid." Then slowly, Harry began to unbutton his trousers, glancing up at Draco coyly, waiting for his intentions to sink in.
If Draco's eyes were any bigger, they'd be the same size as Hagrid's dinner plates. He internally scolded himself for temporarily falling for whatever magic Potter had been using to control him. 'Those tingles and that warmth were probably because of a spell,' Draco forced himself to realize.
"Y-y-you can't be serious?" Draco cried shrilly, still staring wide-eyed at Potter's fingers.
"Well what did you think I was doing when I took off my shirt?" Harry responded with a snort.
"No, not that! I mean… why would you want me to do it? I mean, with all of the female people in Hogwarts to choose fro-"
Harry cut off Draco's rambling by approaching him once again on his hands and knees. Draco flinched back and Potter pushed him into the pillows. Draco gasped as Potter's warm, bare hand met his own flushed, naked chest. He was now leaning mere inches away from Draco's body.
"I've explained this to you dozens of times already, Draco. A slave must obey his master, and it makes my day to see you flustered. That is why you're going to do this for me," Harry murmured, a sneer stretching his lips; he left no room for argument. Draco watched as Potter leaned in closer. For a moment, he thought Harry was actually going to kiss him. But Potter merely reached over and grabbed Draco's pale hand. With one swift, fluid movement, he guided Draco's hand to his crotch.
"Now unzip me and get started," Harry said, pressing Draco's hand against himself.
Draco let out a harsh breathe as he felt his palm push into Potter. Draco's heart began to beat wildly. That same heat and prickling sensation was back.
"Come on, Draco," Potter snapped, interrupting Draco's mental breakdown, "please tell me you know what to do. Don't you at least have your own?" Draco closed his eyes, trying to find enough coherent thought to do something. He wished he could have thought of a way out of this situation, but all the tormenting Potter had inflicted on Draco in the past week told him one thing: there was no way out other than to go along with what Potter wanted.
With shaking fingers, Draco pulled Harry's zipper down. His erection, now free, immediately pushed into Draco's palm through the fabric of Potter's boxers. Draco swallowed thickly and closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the dizzy feeling that was making his head light.
"Damn, your hands are cold," Harry exclaimed with a hiss. Draco pulled his hand away suddenly, unsure of what Harry wanted now. Sensing Draco's hesitance, Harry reached down and grabbed Draco's hand again. He moved it to the same place and began to move Draco's hand over his boxers.
"Don't worry, they'll warm up as we go along," Harry grunted, still moving Draco's hand up and down. Draco looked up at Potter and saw the expression in his eyes. Although his gaze was clouded with arousal, he was glaring as if to say, 'Stop making me do all the work.'
Draco couldn't explain why, but with that one look, Harry made him melt. Draco no longer cared what it meant or where it would lead and he only had one thought in his head: 'Please Potter.'
Draco flicked his wrist to get Potter's hand off his and began moving. He curled his fingers around Potter's boxer-covered member, gripping harder and pumping faster.
Draco happened to glance up and see Harry's eyes roll back in his head, and his mouth open slightly as he let out a groan. Draco felt his heartbeat quicken and adrenalin spike through his veins. He wasn't sure why, but he started to feel excitement tingle across his skin. He began to move faster, all the while watching Harry's reactions.
Draco took some time to look closely at the details of Harry's face. A strong jaw, high cheekbones, long, dark eyelashes, and short, feathered black hair. The more he looked, the more Draco realized he had already noticed all of these things. Not just his face but his body, too. Like he had subconsciously cataloged every freckle, every line, and every curve. Draco was finally face to face with something he hadn't acknowledged before.
He was obsessed with Potter.
I mean sure, Draco had plotted over, schemed against, and researched Potter since he had first entered Hogwarts, but he never realized it went to this extreme. It was just something Draco did. Something he prided himself on. It had become such a conditioned response: watch Potter, follow Potter, listen to Potter, never let Potter leave your sight.
Draco really had cataloged him. His looks, his expressions, his movements, his words… Draco could explain and predict them as easily as breathing. It only made sense now why Harry's new personality had ruffled Draco so much. It was something unforeseen. Draco thought he knew it all, but that had surprised him. For the first time Draco was forced to wonder: 'Do I really know him that well?' And the truth was that he didn't.
But Draco was damn sure he was going to find out.
He felt that old sense of power course through him. This was just another layer of Potter that Draco could solve. If he could get to the bottom of this mystery, then Draco truly would know all there is to know about Harry Potter. He was ready and willing to face this new challenge no matter what it took or where it led him.
Suddenly, Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket. Draco flinched reflexively, but Harry merely pointed the wand at Draco's hand and muttered a spell. Clear gel leaked out of the wand tip and coated Draco's fingers with it.
"The fabric is too rough," Harry explained in a grunt, "take off my boxers."
Draco's breath hitched in his throat and he briefly wondered if his need to know more about Potter really wasn't that important. But the moment the thought crossed his mind, Draco pushed it away. He had already resolved to follow this through, and if he didn't, who knew when the chance would present itself again?
Feeling more certain, Draco sat up and pushed Harry back into the pillows, a more comfortable position for them both. Draco then slowly hooked the thumb of his dry hand into the elastic waistband.
It was now, or never.
In one rushed movement, Draco pulled down the boxers, wrapped his lubricated hand around Harry and continued to move as he had been. Draco had his eyes jammed shut as he moved his hand wildly, out of both nerves and fear for all of the possible endings, long term and short term, to the situation unfolding in front of him. Then suddenly, he felt something brush across his cheek. Draco opened his eyes and was face to face with Potter, who was cupping his cheek in his hand.
"Relax," Harry said, gently, and for a moment, Draco thought, almost lovingly. The blonde boy was paralyzed in Harry's gaze. He felt draw to the Boy Who Lived, to his face, his lips. Draco licked his own and felt his eyelids grow heavy as he leaned slightly forward.
"I know I said relax, but that doesn't mean stop," Harry grunted, thrusting his hips slightly into Draco's curled fingers. Draco snapped out of his daze. Now wasn't the time to get distracted.
He focused the pressure in the circle his thumb and index finger formed around Harry. Draco moved faster and faster, his hand wet enough to slide unhindered but not lose grip. Harry let out a long, low moan and but his hand on Draco's shoulder.
Draco glanced up to see Harry arch his back. His head sunk back into the pillows, his long neck exposed. And then, like so many times before, Draco was at a loss for words. He could only watch, captivated, as he brought his archenemy, the bane of his existence, closer to a climax.
Draco was making mental notes as it happened. He barely blinked. He wanted to be sure he saw it all. His heavy lidded eyes, dilated pupils, furrowed brows, how his mouth would open and move but no audible sound reached Draco's ears.
He felt Harry's fingers pressing harder and harder into the muscle on his shoulder, and Draco knew he was close. Draco moved his thumb around the tip and then with several tighter strokes, Harry came. His whole body quivered after his final thrust and then completely relaxed. Harry laid back and took rapid breaths.
Draco watched his chest bob up and down. A strange feeling began to over come him. His cheeks flushed bright red, his ears began to burn, and all of a sudden the moment was far too embarrassing and impossible for Draco to fathom.
He felt like he was on fire as he looked at Potter. His chest throbbed and his breath hitched in his throat. Draco began to wonder if his heart was stopping.
"Well," Harry said between pants, "that wasn't half bad. After you relaxed, that is." Harry sat up and lazily wiped himself with his boxers. "I believe that warrants a little something in return."
"No thanks," Draco muttered in a hushed voice, his face down and covered in shadows. For once Harry was actually surprised.
"What? My ears must be playing tricks on me because for a moment it sounded like you said no." Harry zipped up his pants and crawled over to Draco. "What's the matter?" he said with a sneer on his face, "Is my little slave shy?" Without waiting for an answer, Harry pressed his palm against Draco's covered erection.
Suddenly Draco jumped up and backed away. Then before Harry could get up to stop him, Draco snagged his vest and tie, and bolted out the door of the classroom.
The hallway was pitch black with only streaks of moonlight to illuminate the gray stones. It was a stark contrast to the warm, yellow candlelight of the classroom. Draco looked down at his pale fingers. It was surreal how colorless everything looked. His skin was so light it seemed to glow.
Then Draco heard shoe soles resonating against the cobblestone floor and he was off and running again.
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It seemed to take Draco hours to reach the Slytherin common room. He burst in and immediately headed to the washroom. There wasn't a single soul in the den. He was glad for that.
His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing as he entered the showers. The entire room was made up of small, white tiles. Memories flooded Draco's mind. The blinding white made him think of the hallway chase.
Whenever Draco looked back he could see Potter following him. He would be entirely illuminated in those flashes of moonlight before disappearing into the inky black shadows. With every patch of brightness, Potter would be closer to catching him. It was like a strobe light blinking on and off. Each flicker of white would capture Harry in a different movement.
The only thing that remained the same was his determined expression.
Potter's pursuit seemed almost ethereal. Draco had trouble looking forward as he saw Harry shift between dark to light in an achromatic rainbow as he ran.
Black.
White.
Black.
White.
Green eyes blazing.
Draco jarred himself from his thoughts by turning on the shower full blast. He stood in the cascade of cold water, his clothes becoming soaked. He held himself up by placing his hand against the wall, fingers splayed. The water grew warm as it ran down his back and through his hair. His vision began to blur as the trickles flowed to the center of his face.
He had been so close to catching him. Draco wondered why he hadn't.
During the last few moments of the chase, he had actually felt Potter's warmth on his back. Draco glanced back and out of the corner of his eyes he had seen Harry's fingers. Long, strong, and bleached by the moon's rays.
But then just as suddenly as he'd seen them, they were gone. Draco then caught sight of the portrait in front of him. He blurted out the password and slide into the entrance. He had turned to look back and immediately wished he hadn't.
The last sight to greet Draco's eyes was Harry. He stood out in the darkness, seeming to glow as he basked in the only streak of moonlight in the dungeon. His skin was bright white, his hair a sleek obsidian. The light danced off his bare torso, his chest heaving as he panted but not looking winded in the least.
As the portrait swung closed, Draco's grey eyes were caught by Potter's stare. It was piercing and almost intimate, so much so that Draco felt a tremor go through him. His stare was so complex that Draco couldn't understand what Potter was thinking. But the one thing he could interpret beyond a shadow of a doubt was the seriousness in his eyes.
Those eyes made him feel so exposed and weak. He had never felt so vulnerable in the presence of a mere classmate.
But Potter wasn't a mere classmate. He was—
"No!" Draco muttered sharply to himself, shooing the thoughts away. He peeled off his white shirt and tossed it to the floor, along with the sweater and tie he had been clenching in his fist. His pants and underwear followed suit until he was completely undressed. Just Draco, alone in the shower, his pale skin taking on a peachy hue against the bone white walls.
"Potter is nothing. Nothing to me," Draco said in a fierce whisper as he let the hot water pour over him. Even as he said this though, looking down at himself, he was still miserably hard. He was sure he had run across half of the castle and still he was aching. Aching for Potter's touch.
Draco felt sick as he though this. But he was in so much pain he couldn't bare it. He wrapped his fingers around his slick erection, and felt immediate relief. But nowhere near the satisfaction he expected. He began to wonder if he hadn't ran away, if he had taken Potter up on his offer…
"He could be touching me right now," Draco murmured. He felt himself twitch as he pictured it. He began pumping his arm, his knees buckling as he thought about Potter's hand, Potter's mouth. Touching Draco. Touching him everywhere. Touching him like this.
Draco groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. He ran his thumb in vigorous circles around his head, feeling his whole body tingle. Then he came, harder and sooner than he had anticipated. His knees grew weak and he sunk to the floor, his muscles feeling like jelly.
Draco's shoulders slumped as he breathed in and out. He covered his ears with his hands. All he could hear was his heart hammering and his pulse pounding in his head. It was too loud to drown out and Draco was too alone to ignore it. One moment replayed over and over again in his head: Harry coming. His bottom lip going from white to red as he released it from his teeth, his eyes not quiet closed, and the breathy noise that had escaped his throat.
Draco felt his face and chest burn again, like they had only moments ago. Like a volcano was erupting in his rip cage. Nothing was making sense anymore and it all became too much for Draco to handle.
'What have I gotten myself into?'
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Yes indeed, what have you gotten yourself into, Draco?
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