Untitled
by cydciedah

 
Title: Call Me Guilty
Author:
thepretender501
Pairing:
Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Genre:
Drama
Warnings:
M/M, angst
Word Count:
1,203
Summary:
Harry Potter isn't obsessed with Draco Malfoy. No. That's not it at all.
Author's Note:
A huge thanks to floorcoaster for her beta work on this fic. I appreciate it so much. Your feedback was invaluable :). And a special thanks to the artist who created Untitled. I really hope you like my interpretation of your artwork :) Enjoy.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.




"Potter, will you please pay attention? One wrong ingredient and you could set the whole classroom on fire," Professor Slughorn snapped. The entire group turned to look at me and I flushed. This was the third time he had called my name.

"I'm sorry, I can't-"

I can't focus with Draco, sucking his pale pink bottom lip into his mouth like that, I can't focus when he runs a hand through his silky locks in frustration, I can't focus when his cheeks are flushed from the steam rising out of the potion in front of him.

"I'm sorry, sir." I knew I sounded flustered. Draco knew why. He gave me a slow smirk and he 'absentmindedly' licked his lips.

Draco knew how to grab my attention and hold it. He knew exactly how to get inside of my head. In fact that's where he was right now.

The end of potions couldn't come quickly enough. Once we were let out I told Ron and Hermione to go back to the common room without me.

"Let it go, Harry, you're worried about the wrong thing," Hermione huffed exasperated, "Dumbledore wants Slughorn's memory."

I looked over her shoulder, only half listening to her lecturing voice. I had to make sure that Draco didn't get too far without me behind him.

"I just want to know what he's up to," I muttered distractedly, biting into my lip.

"I think you're obsessed, mate." Ron rolled his eyes. "I mean, look at you, you can't even sit through a class without constantly looking over at him like he might burst into flames-- like a phoenix or something."

I laughed.

Me?

Obsessed with Draco Malfoy?

They didn't know the half of it.

"Look, I'll meet up with you guys later," I said. I rushed past them without waiting for a response and followed as Draco exited the room.

He walked deliberately down the corridor. I watched him, following behind at an even distance. I was able to appreciate the way his clothes moved with his body. Leave it to the blond to make even the Hogwarts Uniform as alluring as an underwear model in silky black boxers.

Obsession had nothing to do with it. It was a game. I was playing with fire and I knew it. I didn't suspect that Draco was a Death Eater-- I knew it. I knew that Draco was working for Voldemort at that very moment. Hell, this was probably Draco's task. Seduce Harry Potter. Get him so hot that he self destructs. I knew. And still I wanted it. Knowing everything I knew, I still wanted more.

Draco had me trapped. Ensnared if you will. He had me tangled up in a web that could easily come crashing down on both of us. It was a wicked game we were playing but I felt like I needed this so... yeah... maybe I was a tad bit obsessed.

Draco stood right outside of the entrance to the Room of Requirement. He turned around and leaned against the wall. I knew this was it. This was the time I'd finally get more than just a taste.

"Coming, Potter?" Draco asked lazily.

Was he kidding?

I didn't want to run but I needed to take the blond as soon as possible. As soon as our lips collided a door appeared. I need a place to fuck, I need a place to fuck, I need a place to fuck, right now. I jiggled the handle and the door immediately fell open. Draco stumbled backwards into the room, propelled by the weight of my body against his.

He began to undo the buttons on my shirt. He couldn't move fast enough so I hurriedly lifted it over my head and threw it to the ground. A large canopy bed was waiting for us, surrounded by deep maroon bed curtains. I didn't notice much else in the room because I was ready to throw Draco down on the mattress. I planted furious kisses all up and down his pale exposed neck.

"Fuck... you taste delicious." I hissed and I slid my fingers beneath the white fabric of his shirt.

"Stop it, Potter," Draco panted. Pressing his open palm firmly against my chest and distancing himself from me. "Get in the bed and wait for me," he commanded. My heart was pounding so hard it rattled my ribcage and my cock was screaming at me but, nevertheless, I did what he said. I climbed into the bed, eager to get him naked and feel his soft skin all over mine.

Draco slowly climbed into the bed. Either he wasn't as aroused as I was or he was very good at hiding it. He straddled my lap. "Watch me..." he purred. I was very eager to comply. He undid the buttons on his shirt tossing his green and silver tie to the side. I could plainly see the dark mark outlined on his arm. He saw me watching it and grinned. "Does it make you nervous, Potter?"

"No."

Strangely enough it just got me hotter. I wanted to feel it. Would it burn my skin? If I pressed my lips against it, would Voldemort know that it was me?

Good lord, what the hell was wrong with me?

I watched as he unveiled his pale, sculpted chest. His muscles were taut and tantalizing. I reached up and grabbed at his thighs in an effort to pull him down on top of me. He resisted.

He slowly tossed his shirt aside and then he grabbed at my pants. Undoing them. Releasing my cock. He hissed out a lubrication spell and I could see that he had every intention of taking control of our first fuck. He slowly slipped out of his pants and settled down onto my lap. He breached himself slowly, letting only the tip of my cock into his impossibly tight asshole. He lifted himself up again and grinned before settling back down so that I was fully inside.

Such a mean and nasty, wicked little Death Eater. Sit on my cock. Take it all.

He set his pace. So slowly at first but as he increased the feeling began to overwhelm us both. Soon he was riding me harder and faster than I ever conceived to be humanly possible. He was fisting his cock just as quickly, and when he threw his head back in ecstasy, I felt myself release deep inside of him. He covered me. I was so wet in showers of his white-hot come.

He looked at me through heavy lidded hazy eyes. His breathing was ragged. His cheeks had been imbibed with a brilliant shade of light pink. As I gazed into his slate grey eyes his expression hardened into one of cold triumph.

"Why don't you run back to your little friends, Potter, and tell them exactly what I've been doing in the Room of Requirement?" Draco grinned wickedly. I blinked, confused. He reached over me, grabbed his wand, and touched the tip to the symbol that scarred his wrist. "And I'll tell mine..."

The snake began to twist and twine itself around the skull and somewhere, in the dimly lit room, a cabinet door rattled.


 

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