Fic: Fireplay (Harry/Draco)
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hpkinkfestTitle: Fireplay
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Prompt Number: #03 submitted byson_of_darkness
Kink Showcased: rough man-handling leading to non-con
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Malfoy shouldn't have played with fire.
Warnings: non-con, some language, angst
Word Count: 1677
Author's Notes: Thank you so much to my beta,drippingcherry, for the amazing and quick work, as well as to bendleshnitz1, brissygirl, brknhalo241 and spectrespecs for the support. I wouldn't have completed it without all of you. I'd like to thank the mods, for running this yummy fest, and son_of_darkness for the great prompt!
Harry watched as the compartment door slid closed behind Ron and Hermione, who claimed they had to do their Prefects' rounds. But Harry knew better than to fall for that excuse. The feigned smile he had worn for his friends turned into a grimace as he let his head fall back against the wood wall in the compartment and closed his eyes.
He released a deep sigh; the unusual silence invaded his ears, making him painfully aware of how strange it felt to be returning to Hogwarts after all that had happened.
It had been McGonagall who insisted that an extra year be called in order to make up for the one lost to the Death Eaters. She had remained unwavering in her decision despite arguments from some students and their parents. The Headmistress thought it important that all witches and wizards receive a proper education.
Harry turned his head to the window and opened his eyes, watching the neat countryside speed by as the train headed north like nothing had changed, except that there were very few students in that ride.
The war had destroyed so many lives, Muggles and wizards alike, but all of this seemed distant now. What mattered, and what flooded into Harry's mind were memories of the friends he had lost. He could almost hear Percy's scream of despair as Fred dropped dead, the laugh of his last joke still on his lips. Harry remembered Neville and Oliver carrying Colin's small body into the Great Hall.
As Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat, the door latch made a clicking sound. He recollected himself quickly so that Ron and Hermione wouldn't feel bad for having left him alone. The door slid open, and Harry threw his head back against the seat in frustration.
"Have Weasley and the Mudblood grown weary of you, Scarhead?" a figure drawled from the doorway.
"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" Harry growled, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.
Malfoy snickered as he stepped into the cabin and closed the door behind him. Harry's breath hitched.
"I can't really blame them," Malfoy said with a grin. "I'm sure they'd much rather be snogging than petting the sorry hero's ego."
Harry's hands clenched into fists even as he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.
"Why are you alone, anyway?" Malfoy continued. "I guess even fame isn't enough to persuade the Weasley girl to spread her legs for you, is it?"
That had Harry jumping to his feet to face Malfoy.
"That's none of your business, Malfoy!" The other boy cocked an eyebrow. Blood boiled in Harry's veins. All he wanted was to beat the amusement off Malfoy's face. "You don't know anything about me!"
"Easy, Potty..." Malfoy threw his hands up, laughing loudly.
Harry advanced on him until they were just a few inches apart. Malfoy's laugh almost died when he became aware of his position, trapped between the door and an angry Harry Potter.
"You know nothing about us!"
"Don't I?" Malfoy managed a grin while trying to reach for the door latch behind him.
Harry closed the gap between them, pressing Malfoy hard against the door. He reached for Malfoy's hand to stop him from escaping and smiled when Malfoy grimaced.
"My wrist, Potter," Draco hissed, his face contorted in pain.
"What? Does it hurt?" Harry asked, his face just a few inches from Malfoy's, tightening his grip. He could tell by the other boy's expression that it hurt a lot, and that knowledge excited him more than it should.
Malfoy bit his lip, shaking his head slightly.
"Answer me, Malfoy!" Harry's voice was almost a growl, and he squeezed Malfoy's wrist even tighter, earning a gasp from the other boy.
"Yes, Potter," Malfoy's voice was thick with humiliation. "Stop, it!"
"Yes what, Malfoy?" Their gazes met, and Harry felt a strange rush of glee to see tears welling up in Malfoy's eyes. "Say it."
"Yes, Potter, it hurts," Malfoy almost shouted. "Now stop it. Please," he pleaded when Harry failed to release him. Harry held his wrist for a while longer before he let go, a grin spreading across his lips.
"What about you, Malfoy? Enjoying the company of your friends?" Harry liked the hurt look in the other boy's eyes. "Oh, wait, none of them have returned, have they?"
"Shut up!" Malfoy spat.
"You must enjoy having the compartment to yourself."
"At least my girlfriend is not snogging someone else on the train," Malfoy said. Harry narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. "Isn't the great hero man enough for the Weasley bitch?"
That made Harry see red, and he pulled Malfoy by the collar of his robes and shoved him hard against the wall. Harry snickered at the wince he saw on Malfoy's face when his head hit the wood.
"Don't you dare talk about Ginny like that," Harry said between clenched teeth.
Malfoy managed a faint grin. "She's cheating on you in another compartment and you still defend her?"
"You're lying!" Harry was enraged now. He gripped Malfoy's throat.
"I am not," Malfoy chocked out. "She must have realised she was wasting her time with a bloody virgin."
Harry didn't reply. Instead, he used his free hand to undo Malfoy's trousers.
Malfoy shuddered, his eyes widening in shock. "Wha—wait! What are you doing?"
"You want to play, don't you?" Malfoy's mouth went agape and he looked at Harry with a horrified expression. "I'll show you how to play, Malfoy." Drawing his wand from his pocket, Harry cast a Silencing Charm on the cabin.
Malfoy overcame his astonishment and he shook his head vigorously."You've gone mad!"
"Have I?" Harry successfully opened Malfoy's trousers and reached a bold hand into his briefs, finding his uninterested cock. "You shouldn't have played with fire."
Malfoy shuddered harder, facing away from Harry, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his cock responded to Harry's touch.
"Stop!" Malfoy sobbed, but that only made Harry stroke him more firmly, his thumb playing with the sensitive foreskin, sliding it off the head, exposing more of Malfoy's cock. "I don't want this, Potter."
"Hmm, interesting that your body says otherwise" Harry whispered seductively. "But you could try asking nicely."
"Stop..." Malfoy's voice cracked. Harry smiled; it felt surprisingly good to see his old rival so helpless, torn between his pride and the embarrassment of the situation. "Please, Potter, stop!"
"Nice try, Malfoy. Very nice try." He stopped stroking the other boy's cock, and Malfoy took the opportunity to try and get free from the boy man-handling him. Harry, however, shoved him hard against the door again, taking advantage of Malfoy's momentary dizziness to pull him forward, and push him onto the window seat.
Malfoy grabbed the back of the bench for support. Before he could stand up straight, Harry approached him from behind and pressed his bulging crotch against Malfoy's clothed arse. Malfoy gasped, flinching away, but Harry held him by the hair, tugging so hard that Malfoy had to tilt his head backwards to ease the pain.
"Potter, that's enough," he groaned. "You're not being yourself."
"How do you know?" Harry growled, pushing Malfoy's trousers and briefs down roughly.
"This just isn't you."
"I told you that you didn't know anything about me!" Harry hissed, each word emphasized by a tug on Malfoy's hair. Freeing his cock, Harry pressed the tip against the crack of Malfoy's arse and nudged his hole.
He felt Malfoy tense and shudder beneath him.
"Potter..."
"Who's the virgin now, Malfoy?"
"Potter, don't do this." Malfoy struggled to free himself from Harry's grasp, but he was stopped by Harry's forceful thrust. He cried out, his body going stiff with pain.
Harry gasped, lost in the feeling of Malfoy's tight, hot channel squeezing him. He had never done that with Ginny, mainly because he'd felt embarrassed to bring up the topic of anal sex. But it felt amazing! Simply amazing!
Harry threw his head back, pulling his cock almost all the way out of Malfoy and then thrusting in again, harder and faster. It didn't take long for him to steady himself a bit and start pounding forcefully into Malfoy's arse. Harry was still too blinded by rage to notice when Malfoy's screams faltered and turned into sobs.
"No..." Malfoy said as Harry reached around to take his softened cock in his hand. It was Malfoy's pained sob that broke him. Harry went very stiff and gazed down at the other boy in shock. He looked to where his cock was deep buried inside Malfoy and gasped at the sight of blood leaking Malfoy's stretched hole.
How could he lose control of himself like that? Not only was he raping the Slytherin, but he had also taken Malfoy completely dry.
"Malfoy, I—"
"Go to hell!"
Harry knew he should just stop and let Malfoy go, but Malfoy felt so good around him. He resumed his thrusts, more gently now. He squeezed Malfoy's cock with similar gentleness, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. With his free hand, he caressed Malfoy's hip.
A few minutes later, Harry shouted his release inside Malfoy, collapsing against the blond's back. Malfoy followed, coating Harry's hand with his come and almost collapsing onto the seat.
Finally recovered, Harry let go of Malfoy's cock and wrapped his arm around his waist for a few seconds before he pulled out of Malfoy's body and fell onto the opposite bench. He dropped his gaze to the floor to avoid looking at the blood trickling down Malfoy's legs; he didn't want to face the fact that he was responsible for that, although it was not avoidable.
From the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Malfoy gingerly straightening himself up and tidying his clothes. He looked up again to see Malfoy staring at him with a puzzled look and a hesitant expression that didn't belong on that face. Harry swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than hide himself in shame.
"You can go," he managed to say, and Malfoy nodded, fleeing the room.
Author:
girlofavalonPrompt Number: #03 submitted by
son_of_darknessKink Showcased: rough man-handling leading to non-con
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Malfoy shouldn't have played with fire.
Warnings: non-con, some language, angst
Word Count: 1677
Author's Notes: Thank you so much to my beta,
drippingcherry, for the amazing and quick work, as well as to bendleshnitz1, brissygirl, brknhalo241 and spectrespecs for the support. I wouldn't have completed it without all of you. I'd like to thank the mods, for running this yummy fest, and son_of_darkness for the great prompt!Harry watched as the compartment door slid closed behind Ron and Hermione, who claimed they had to do their Prefects' rounds. But Harry knew better than to fall for that excuse. The feigned smile he had worn for his friends turned into a grimace as he let his head fall back against the wood wall in the compartment and closed his eyes.
He released a deep sigh; the unusual silence invaded his ears, making him painfully aware of how strange it felt to be returning to Hogwarts after all that had happened.
It had been McGonagall who insisted that an extra year be called in order to make up for the one lost to the Death Eaters. She had remained unwavering in her decision despite arguments from some students and their parents. The Headmistress thought it important that all witches and wizards receive a proper education.
Harry turned his head to the window and opened his eyes, watching the neat countryside speed by as the train headed north like nothing had changed, except that there were very few students in that ride.
The war had destroyed so many lives, Muggles and wizards alike, but all of this seemed distant now. What mattered, and what flooded into Harry's mind were memories of the friends he had lost. He could almost hear Percy's scream of despair as Fred dropped dead, the laugh of his last joke still on his lips. Harry remembered Neville and Oliver carrying Colin's small body into the Great Hall.
As Harry swallowed past the lump in his throat, the door latch made a clicking sound. He recollected himself quickly so that Ron and Hermione wouldn't feel bad for having left him alone. The door slid open, and Harry threw his head back against the seat in frustration.
"Have Weasley and the Mudblood grown weary of you, Scarhead?" a figure drawled from the doorway.
"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?" Harry growled, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.
Malfoy snickered as he stepped into the cabin and closed the door behind him. Harry's breath hitched.
"I can't really blame them," Malfoy said with a grin. "I'm sure they'd much rather be snogging than petting the sorry hero's ego."
Harry's hands clenched into fists even as he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.
"Why are you alone, anyway?" Malfoy continued. "I guess even fame isn't enough to persuade the Weasley girl to spread her legs for you, is it?"
That had Harry jumping to his feet to face Malfoy.
"That's none of your business, Malfoy!" The other boy cocked an eyebrow. Blood boiled in Harry's veins. All he wanted was to beat the amusement off Malfoy's face. "You don't know anything about me!"
"Easy, Potty..." Malfoy threw his hands up, laughing loudly.
Harry advanced on him until they were just a few inches apart. Malfoy's laugh almost died when he became aware of his position, trapped between the door and an angry Harry Potter.
"You know nothing about us!"
"Don't I?" Malfoy managed a grin while trying to reach for the door latch behind him.
Harry closed the gap between them, pressing Malfoy hard against the door. He reached for Malfoy's hand to stop him from escaping and smiled when Malfoy grimaced.
"My wrist, Potter," Draco hissed, his face contorted in pain.
"What? Does it hurt?" Harry asked, his face just a few inches from Malfoy's, tightening his grip. He could tell by the other boy's expression that it hurt a lot, and that knowledge excited him more than it should.
Malfoy bit his lip, shaking his head slightly.
"Answer me, Malfoy!" Harry's voice was almost a growl, and he squeezed Malfoy's wrist even tighter, earning a gasp from the other boy.
"Yes, Potter," Malfoy's voice was thick with humiliation. "Stop, it!"
"Yes what, Malfoy?" Their gazes met, and Harry felt a strange rush of glee to see tears welling up in Malfoy's eyes. "Say it."
"Yes, Potter, it hurts," Malfoy almost shouted. "Now stop it. Please," he pleaded when Harry failed to release him. Harry held his wrist for a while longer before he let go, a grin spreading across his lips.
"What about you, Malfoy? Enjoying the company of your friends?" Harry liked the hurt look in the other boy's eyes. "Oh, wait, none of them have returned, have they?"
"Shut up!" Malfoy spat.
"You must enjoy having the compartment to yourself."
"At least my girlfriend is not snogging someone else on the train," Malfoy said. Harry narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. "Isn't the great hero man enough for the Weasley bitch?"
That made Harry see red, and he pulled Malfoy by the collar of his robes and shoved him hard against the wall. Harry snickered at the wince he saw on Malfoy's face when his head hit the wood.
"Don't you dare talk about Ginny like that," Harry said between clenched teeth.
Malfoy managed a faint grin. "She's cheating on you in another compartment and you still defend her?"
"You're lying!" Harry was enraged now. He gripped Malfoy's throat.
"I am not," Malfoy chocked out. "She must have realised she was wasting her time with a bloody virgin."
Harry didn't reply. Instead, he used his free hand to undo Malfoy's trousers.
Malfoy shuddered, his eyes widening in shock. "Wha—wait! What are you doing?"
"You want to play, don't you?" Malfoy's mouth went agape and he looked at Harry with a horrified expression. "I'll show you how to play, Malfoy." Drawing his wand from his pocket, Harry cast a Silencing Charm on the cabin.
Malfoy overcame his astonishment and he shook his head vigorously."You've gone mad!"
"Have I?" Harry successfully opened Malfoy's trousers and reached a bold hand into his briefs, finding his uninterested cock. "You shouldn't have played with fire."
Malfoy shuddered harder, facing away from Harry, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his cock responded to Harry's touch.
"Stop!" Malfoy sobbed, but that only made Harry stroke him more firmly, his thumb playing with the sensitive foreskin, sliding it off the head, exposing more of Malfoy's cock. "I don't want this, Potter."
"Hmm, interesting that your body says otherwise" Harry whispered seductively. "But you could try asking nicely."
"Stop..." Malfoy's voice cracked. Harry smiled; it felt surprisingly good to see his old rival so helpless, torn between his pride and the embarrassment of the situation. "Please, Potter, stop!"
"Nice try, Malfoy. Very nice try." He stopped stroking the other boy's cock, and Malfoy took the opportunity to try and get free from the boy man-handling him. Harry, however, shoved him hard against the door again, taking advantage of Malfoy's momentary dizziness to pull him forward, and push him onto the window seat.
Malfoy grabbed the back of the bench for support. Before he could stand up straight, Harry approached him from behind and pressed his bulging crotch against Malfoy's clothed arse. Malfoy gasped, flinching away, but Harry held him by the hair, tugging so hard that Malfoy had to tilt his head backwards to ease the pain.
"Potter, that's enough," he groaned. "You're not being yourself."
"How do you know?" Harry growled, pushing Malfoy's trousers and briefs down roughly.
"This just isn't you."
"I told you that you didn't know anything about me!" Harry hissed, each word emphasized by a tug on Malfoy's hair. Freeing his cock, Harry pressed the tip against the crack of Malfoy's arse and nudged his hole.
He felt Malfoy tense and shudder beneath him.
"Potter..."
"Who's the virgin now, Malfoy?"
"Potter, don't do this." Malfoy struggled to free himself from Harry's grasp, but he was stopped by Harry's forceful thrust. He cried out, his body going stiff with pain.
Harry gasped, lost in the feeling of Malfoy's tight, hot channel squeezing him. He had never done that with Ginny, mainly because he'd felt embarrassed to bring up the topic of anal sex. But it felt amazing! Simply amazing!
Harry threw his head back, pulling his cock almost all the way out of Malfoy and then thrusting in again, harder and faster. It didn't take long for him to steady himself a bit and start pounding forcefully into Malfoy's arse. Harry was still too blinded by rage to notice when Malfoy's screams faltered and turned into sobs.
"No..." Malfoy said as Harry reached around to take his softened cock in his hand. It was Malfoy's pained sob that broke him. Harry went very stiff and gazed down at the other boy in shock. He looked to where his cock was deep buried inside Malfoy and gasped at the sight of blood leaking Malfoy's stretched hole.
How could he lose control of himself like that? Not only was he raping the Slytherin, but he had also taken Malfoy completely dry.
"Malfoy, I—"
"Go to hell!"
Harry knew he should just stop and let Malfoy go, but Malfoy felt so good around him. He resumed his thrusts, more gently now. He squeezed Malfoy's cock with similar gentleness, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. With his free hand, he caressed Malfoy's hip.
A few minutes later, Harry shouted his release inside Malfoy, collapsing against the blond's back. Malfoy followed, coating Harry's hand with his come and almost collapsing onto the seat.
Finally recovered, Harry let go of Malfoy's cock and wrapped his arm around his waist for a few seconds before he pulled out of Malfoy's body and fell onto the opposite bench. He dropped his gaze to the floor to avoid looking at the blood trickling down Malfoy's legs; he didn't want to face the fact that he was responsible for that, although it was not avoidable.
From the corner of his eyes, Harry saw Malfoy gingerly straightening himself up and tidying his clothes. He looked up again to see Malfoy staring at him with a puzzled look and a hesitant expression that didn't belong on that face. Harry swallowed hard, wanting nothing more than hide himself in shame.
"You can go," he managed to say, and Malfoy nodded, fleeing the room.
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Date: 2010-03-01 04:35 am (UTC)I enjoyed reading this. I could see how it might come about.
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Date: 2010-03-01 01:08 pm (UTC)I am glad you enjoyed the story! Thank you! OOh, tell me... :)
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Date: 2010-03-01 08:41 am (UTC)The most saddest part was, IMO, when Harry realized what was doing and still went on.
Well done! :-)
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Date: 2010-03-01 01:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-01 03:58 pm (UTC)Guh.... Wow. You broke Malfoy. I actually feel sorry for him.
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Date: 2010-03-01 04:04 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2010-03-01 07:27 pm (UTC)This was very dark. I enjoyed it!
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Date: 2010-03-02 11:52 pm (UTC)Fireplay
Date: 2010-12-12 05:15 pm (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2011-01-24 06:12 am (UTC)I also feel bad for poor Draco!
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