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the bottom!draco emporium-- Darken Many Virtues
Title: Darken Many Virtues
Author: Sara
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was a relationship based on very simple principles.
Disclaimer: Rowling, not me.
Archive: Silverlake, PSA, RS.org, Veela
Inc.
Note: for the Veela Valentine challenge. Um, possibly a little late.
Betas: So much love for Ash and Bonibaru.
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*
Draco was having one of those mornings. He’d woken up
late, couldn’t find his tie, the water wasn’t hot enough when he took a shower,
he missed breakfast, and then nearly broke his neck
tripping over a stray house elf.
Thus, it was hardly surprising when he walked into Potions and noticed that
Harry Potter was looking especially fuckable.
Clearly, it was not his day. Late for class, hungry, and
attracted to Potter. That was just perfect. Draco
very nearly turned around and headed back for his room and nice, comfortable
bed. This, of course, led to the thought of Potter in his bed. Brilliant. The hunger was clearly making him delirious.
*
It wasn’t the hunger.
It was the way that Harry kept doing this thing with his quill, brushing it
lightly against his lips whenever he was concentrating on something. It was his
hair, which didn’t look so much unkempt as sexily tousled. It was the way he
bit his lip when he was thinking really hard, leaving it red and full. It was
his neck, which looked utterly touchable.
It was when he stretched his arms up, and his shirt came untucked
and revealed a pale triangle of skin below his navel, and Draco
wanted to touch it so badly that he could almost feel the smoothness of it
beneath his fingertips, could almost taste it, soft and warm against his lips.
It may have been a crush.
*
It was time for action. Breakfast time, he approached Harry’s table.
“I don’t like you,” Draco said to Harry, and walked
away.
“Well that’s a bloody newsflash,” Harry said. “What’s his problem?”
“I imagine he woke up this morning and realized he was still a pointy-faced
obnoxious little git. Enough to ruin anyone’s day,
I’d say.” Weasley said,
sounding bored with the situation already. “Did you finish the Potions
assignment?”
“Yeah, hold on, I’ll get it out...”
Draco kept walking. It was a start, he thought. He
could do this. Let up on the insults little by little until he appeared
completely benevolent, and then create some sort of situation in which he could
snog the living daylights out of the boy. Catch him
off guard and then go for the kill. Maybe even start a fistfight, thus going in
with physical contact and rolling around on the ground and then maybe some
strategic movement of the hips. Easy enough.
*
Draco was lurking. He skulked in the general vicinity
of the Gryffindor common room, patrolling the hallways near it and flashing his
prefect badge at anyone that looked at him suspiciously. Potter would show up
eventually. Draco had seen him in the library alone
an hour or so before, and he couldn’t take that long to do whatever it was he
was doing in there.
Draco waited.
Fifteen minutes later, the Fat Lady decided to ask him what he was doing there.
She was unfazed by his prefect badge and muttered response that he had every
right to be there, thanks, and continued pestering him.
Harry rounded the corner, and nearly collided with Draco.
“Malfoy?” he said, surprised. “What are you doing
here?”
“I don’t think he’ll tell you, dearie,” the Fat Lady
said helpfully. “I’ve asked him several times and he refuses to tell me.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “That so?” he addressed Draco.
“I’m a prefect,” Draco said. “I’m patrolling.”
“You don’t usually patrol around here.”
“How would you know?” Draco asked, secretly pleased
that Harry noticed these things. Perhaps getting into Harry’s trousers wouldn’t
be so difficult after all.
Harry shrugged. “I notice these things. What do you want, anyway?”
Inexplicably, you, Draco thought, but didn’t say
anything.
Rolling his eyes, Harry stepped toward the portrait. “Fine, I don’t care.”
Draco opened his mouth to speak.
“I’m lying,” Harry turned back to face him. “I do care. You’ve been acting
weird lately. Almost,” he paused, “civil. It’s very unlike you.”
“Would you rather I insult you and your friends?” Draco
asked, honestly curious.
“Of course not. It just makes me nervous. Like you’re up to something.” Harry narrowed his eyes. “You
are up to something, are you? Come on, Malfoy, what
are you doing here?”
“I was waiting for you.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to see you.”
Harry frowned. “And here I am. So what is it?”
“Hormones, I suspect,” said Draco, stepping closer.
“What-“ Harry started, and then Draco
was pushing him against the wall. “Um,” he tried again, and Draco
kissed him.
Draco’s hand slid over the back over Harry’s neck,
pulling him closer. Thoughtfully, he ran his tongue over Harry’s bottom lip. It
was, in fact, just as lickable as he had expected.
“Malfoy,” Harry said against Draco’s
lips, “what are you doing?”
“Giving in to my overwhelming lust for you.”
“Really?” asked Harry, impressed. “It’s overwhelming?”
“Potter,” Draco said patiently. “I think you’re
missing the bigger picture here, which is that you’re not pushing me away and
hexing me into some small woodland creature. Of course, you didn’t kiss me
back, either.” He paused, and then moved a hand to Harry’s waist, dipping beneath
his waistband and pulling up his shirt, finding the warm triangle of skin he
had so desired during class. It was as soft as he’d expected. Gently, he ran
his thumb over it. “Well?” he said.
Harry looked nervous. He glanced around the empty hallway. The portrait was
only a few feet away, and someone could emerge from it at any minute. “I don’t
think we should do this here,” he said.
“Don’t stop on my account, dears,” the Fat Lady said encouragingly. “Feel free
to continue with what you were doing.”
“Okay, really not doing this here,” Harry amended, looking vaguely ill. He
gestured for Draco to follow him.
Silently they made their way to a dark, empty corridor Draco
wasn’t familiar with, where Harry stopped and leaned against the wall.
“Well,” Draco said cheerfully, “I’m still definitely
not a small woodland creature, and this is a fairly public place to kill me
dead, so this is all actually going quite well-“
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry said tightly.
“Or not,” Draco continued. “You can hit me, if you
want, that was Plan B actually-“
Harry’s hand fisted in Draco’s robes and pulled him
forward until they collided. Draco’s knee went
between Harry’s slightly spread legs, and Draco said,
surprised, “Or we can just skip to the torrid sex.”
“Did you miss the whole ‘shut up’ portion of this conversation?” Harry said,
irritated, and then pressed his lips to Draco’s. His
hands scrabbled for Draco’s hair, threading into the
thick blond strands and tugging him closer, kissing him harder. He licked at Draco’s lips, running his hands over Draco’s
back and down to his hips, slowly rubbing against him.
Abruptly, Draco pulled back, his lips curving into a
smile. “I didn’t expect you to be this easy, Potter.”
Harry’s grip on Draco’s hips tightened, and he pushed
the blond against the wall, switching their positions and earning him a quiet
gasp of surprise. “Funnily enough,” Harry said darkly, “I knew for certain that
you would be.” Roughly, he pulled Draco’s shirt up
and ran his fingers over the hot bared skin of Draco’s
back.
“Spent a lot of time thinking about it, have you?” Draco
said, shuddering as Harry dug in with his fingernails.
“I knew you would try something one of these days. You just can’t resist a
challenge.”
“You think this was a challenge?” Draco closed his
eyes, leaning his head back as Harry sucked lightly at his neck.
“I suppose not. Now, getting you to shut up- that’s a
challenge.” He pressed Draco hard against the
wall.
*
It actually wasn’t much of a challenge. And Harry wasn’t the only one that was
easy, either. Draco was on his knees sucking Harry
off not half an hour after meeting him outside Gryffindor Tower . Harry returned the favor, and
they made plans to meet again.
“Why are you doing this?” Draco asked.
“Hormones,” Harry answered, and that’s all they said about it.
*
It was a relationship based on very simple principles: Harry liked sex with Draco. Draco liked sex with
Harry. They liked it pretty much all the time.
Draco, as a prefect, had his own room. It was there
that Harry fucked him for the first time.
It was there that Draco found out that he really,
really liked being fucked.
*
Draco also liked to tease. Harry wasn’t terribly
demonstrative in public, and they both had been brushing up on their memory
charms should they ever get caught. Draco enjoyed
surprising Harry in the hallways and dragging him off to do dirty things to
him.
It was one such moment, after Charms, that Draco
pulled him into a dark corridor and pushed him against the wall, delighting in
Harry’s nervous squeak.
“Not scared, are you Potter?” Draco whispered. His
hand slid up Harry’s shoulder, his thumb coming to rest on the sensitive spot
behind Harry’s earlobe.
Harry fought back a shiver. “No,” he said, irritated at the huskiness of his
voice.
Grinning wickedly, Draco threaded his fingers through
Harry’s hair, his thumb still rubbing gently at the sensitive spot. He leaned
closer and whispered in Harry’s ear. “How about now?”
“No,” said Harry, quieter still, and then gasped as Draco
nipped his ear.
“Not going to make this easy, are you?” Draco
breathed, and laid a soft kiss to Harry’s neck. His tongue darted out to lick
lightly at the spot he’d kissed. Slowly, he slid his other hand up Harry’s
back, catching and releasing the thick fabric of his robes. He moved his lips
back to Harry’s neck and began to suck lightly.
“Draco,” Harry gasped. His fingernails scraped the
stone wall, desperate to grab onto something, to wrap his fingers in Draco’s hair and clutch and then push him downward.
Draco pressed forward, sliding his knee between
Harry’s parted legs, inching his thigh forward with deliberate slowness. At the
same time, he pulled back from Harry’s neck, noting with pleasure the small red
mark he’d left there. With a seductive, assured smile he leaned his forehead
against Harry’s and pushed him against the wall, his thigh pressed up against
Harry’s erection. “Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice suffused with quiet
glee.
“Yes,” Harry said, and tilted his head up and kissed Draco
on the lips. His hands pushed off the wall and went for Draco’s
hips, pulling the other boy forward and thrusting gracelessly against him. He
pulled his head back with a gasp as pleasure rolled through him, down his spine
and straight to his cock. “Yes,” he said, and kissed Draco
again, harder, wanting to bruise him with lips and fingers and hips, mark him
up and leave him reddened and disheveled and obviously his.
“You’re so easy,” Draco whispered.
“Yes, terribly. Let’s go to your room,” Harry said
restlessly, his hands busy untucking Draco’s shirt.
“Why? Don’t you enjoy the idea that we could be caught any second now?” Draco pressed forward, kissing Harry’s neck.
“Yes. I mean. No. You know, you have this perfectly serviceable bed in your
room.” He tugged Draco in the direction of the Slytherin dungeons.
“But we always have sex there,” Draco said, pouting.
“We do not. We’ve gotten off in so many empty corridors and classrooms that
I’ve lost track. Not to mention the astronomy tower. And the
gardens. And-“ he shivered as Draco crushed him to the wall, pressing their groins
together, “Professor Snape’s desk, remember?”
Draco smiled. He remembered. “But that was ages ago,”
he said softly, nipping at Harry’s earlobe.
“That was last week,” Harry pointed out.
Draco pulled back, sighing dramatically. “The thrill
is gone.”
“Actually,” Harry said, and slid his hands down to Draco’s
hips, pulling him forward and grinding against him, “the thrill is right here,
if you’d care to notice.” Abruptly, he pushed away and headed for Draco’s room.
Grinning, Draco followed. Yes, there it was.
They reached Draco’s room a little overheated from
rushing, and Harry pushed past him into the room, slamming the door behind them
and dragging Draco toward the bed.
Hastily, he undressed.
“Not in a hurry, are you?” Draco said, amused.
Harry glared, and pushed Draco onto the bed. “Why do
you do this to me?”
“Because it gets you off,” Draco said, lifting his
arms so Harry could remove his shirt. He gasped as Harry bent down, licking
roughly at his nipple. “And me, also. It’s like this vicious, wonderful cycle.”
He shifted obligingly, assisting Harry in removing his trousers. Soon enough,
he was naked, pulling Harry to him and kissing him hard, legs entwined and
hearts pounding. “Plus, when I’ve pissed you off you fuck me harder.”
Harry scrabbled at Draco’s nightstand drawer and
retrieved the lube. “You’re such a. Fucking. Tease,” he said harshly, thrusting
a slick finger into Draco.
“You like it,” Draco ground out, writhing and pushing
upward as Harry added another finger and twisted, slowly sliding in and out of
him.
“God yes,” Harry murmured. “Never change.”
Draco arched up, tense and desperate as Harry’s
fingers stabbed into him. “Harry, please.”
“Please what?” Harry said, grinning viciously. His unoccupied hand was spread
over Draco’s lower back, keeping him lifted slightly,
just enough for Harry to push deeper.
Shuddering, Draco reached up, gripping Harry’s
forearms. “Fuck me,” he gasped. “Fuck me, Harry. It’s been days. Christ, you
think I’m a tease?”
“Desperation is such a nice look on you, Draco.”
Smiling lazily, Harry slowly drew his fingers out of Draco’s
body.
“So is well-fucked, I’ve been told,” Draco said.
“Would you like to- oh,” he gasped as Harry pressed forward, the head of his
cock teasing at Draco’s entrance.
“Would I like to what?” Harry asked. He moved his hips forward with deliberate
slowness, almost but not quite penetrating.
Draco’s grip tightened, his hands squeezing at
Harry’s arms, short nails digging in. “Would you like to fuck me so hard I
forget my name?” he said tightly.
“Well I’m not sure that’s possible,” Harry said, considering. “But I could
certainly try.” With one hard thrust, he was inside Draco.
He carefully pulled out, and then pushed forward again, thrusting as deeply as
he could. “Like this?”
“Harder,” said Draco, his eyes shut tightly.
Obligingly, Harry sped up the rhythm a bit. “Better?”
“Harder!”
Harry held Draco’s hips, thumbs digging into the pale
hipbones as he drove in and out, steadily harder until Draco
was rocking with him, his legs wrapped around Harry’s waist, heels drumming
against the backs of Harry’s thighs.
Moaning, Draco transferred his hands to the
headboard, holding on tightly and pushing against Harry, meeting his thrusts
with bruising intensity. Harry leaned forward, bracing his hands against the
bed as he worked to thrust even harder, pounding into Draco,
who writhed blurrily beneath him, frenzied and eager and utterly gorgeous.
“Harry, please,” Draco said, bucking his hips, his
cock pressed against Harry’s belly, sliding between their sweat-soaked skin.
Harry reached down, grasping Draco’s cock and
stroking roughly, matching each stroke with a harder thrust. Draco cried out beneath him, his eyes glittering grey
against his feverishly red cheeks, as Harry drove into him so hard he wondered
that he didn’t break in half. Furious thrusts and frantic jerking and then Draco was coming, staring into Harry’s eyes and fisting his
hands in the sheets before moving them to Harry’s hips to try and pull him in
deeper, as deep as he possibly could.
“Draco,” Harry gasped, his thrusts turning irregular
and shallow as climax overtook him, and finally he slumped over Draco’s barely-conscious form. “Draco,”
he said again.
“Mmm,” Draco said muzzily.
“Yes, right,” Harry muttered. He pressed a rather inelegant kiss to Draco’s collarbone, and then wearily rolled off of him. “Do
you ever think about what we’re doing?”
“Every waking moment,” said Draco, snuggling up to
him and resting his head on Harry’s chest.
“I don’t mean the sex.”
“What else do we do?” Draco said curiously. He looked
up at Harry, who was staring at the canopy.
“Well.” Harry frowned. “Nothing, I guess. Should we?”
“I’m okay with the current arrangement, actually. Aren’t you?”
“Yeah. It’s just. This isn’t right, Draco.”
Draco stiffened and pulled away. “What do you mean?”
“Us. This. The
sex. We’re not. I mean.” Harry avoided Draco’s
eyes.
“Oh lovely, Potter, you’re having an attack of morals now? What brought
this on?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does. What are you saying? You want to end it?” Draco
said furiously.
“No!” Harry said, clearly alarmed.
“Then what are you saying?” Draco sat up,
moving away from Harry.
Harry reached for him. “I’m saying. This is wrong. It’s wrong, Draco.” He paused.
Draco stared at him.
Gently, he touched Draco’s shoulder. “But I don’t
care.”
End
A few vices are sufficient to darken many virtues. – Plutarch
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