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ethrosdemon: Have you actually *read* these books? Harry and Draco hate each other. They can’t get together, that’s just too fucked up.
Me: You couldn’t have said something *before* I started writing that new series? Way to negate my whole back catalogue.
ethrosdemon: How was I supposed to know when you didn’t say something?
Me: ::after deleting said crappy three-part fic:: Okay, I’m gonna do something different.
ethrosdemon: Het?
Me: Don’t even joke.
Harry Potter
Anatomy of a Dysfunctional Relationship
Section 1: Getting involved with someone you hate is generally not a smart move.
The most important thing to remember is that Harry does not like Draco Malfoy.
Point in fact, saying Harry doesn’t like Malfoy is a bit like saying that Snape’s a bit of a bastard or that Hermione’s a bit of a stickler. Harry tends not to be given to under exaggerations, and as such, he knows that ‘dislike’ isn’t really the right word to apply to his feelings concerning Malfoy. Intense hatred, utter loathing, wishing very much to hang him by his genitals in Azkaban for all eternity. These are better phrases to describe Harry’s feelings toward Malfoy, because yes, Harry has feelings for Malfoy.
Malfoy has spent the better part of seven years doing everything possible to make Harry’s life a bloody disaster. He’s consistently tormented all of Harry’s mates and called them every name in every book including the ones in the Restricted Section. Malfoy has gone above and beyond the taunting straight into physical assault, although that’s only in regards to Harry, as though only Malfoy is good enough to touch him. Harry would beg to differ, but without the begging. Harry simply differs from Malfoy on everything, including the company they keep.
Slytherins don’t seem to have friends as much as they have co-conspirators and alliances, and Harry abhors Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson and Zabini on a scale reserved for Potions and Rita Skeeter. They’re almost as disgusting as Malfoy himself, because Malfoy is most certainly disgusting. He’s vile and rude, and his hair oozes like broom polish. Malfoy resorts to trickery in Quidditch, and he reminds Harry entirely too much of his life with the Dursleys.
If all that weren’t enough, Harry would bet his last galleon that Malfoy is, or very soon will become, a Death Eater.
There is absolutely nothing good about Draco Malfoy.
To put not too fine a point on it, Malfoy is a Bastard of the First Class.
However, Harry doesn’t have to like Malfoy to fuck him. Of this he is quite certain.
Section 2: Chemistry is no excuse, or rationale, for involvement. Should your urges overtake you think of highly combustible elements and mass destruction.
Bad things come in threes:
Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Harry’s dead mother, dead father and Voldemort. Snape, Potions and Malfoy.
Yes, three is certainly a bad number for Harry, as long as he’s not thinking about Hermione and Ron, but that’s not what’s got his pants in a twist. He’s supposed to be mincing Circus Fleas and mixing them with hairs from a Jakarta Green Gnat, not stealing looks at the three freckles on Malfoy’s pointy little nose.
This realisation is past pear-shaped and onto some new diagram that Harry can’t even visualise properly.
It pains him greatly to think it, but aesthetically speaking, Malfoy is fucking gorgeous. He may be an insufferable, inbred git who hopefully will die in the first wave of the war, but Harry’s a seventeen year-old boy. He’s not dead, and he can admit when he’s attracted to someone. He can certainly admit when he wants to shag this certain someone senseless up against the nearest wall and listen to him scream Harry’s name, because he’s just that good.
No, Harry does not have problems with humility.
He does have problems partnering Malfoy in Potions though.
“What’s wrong, Potter? Finally come to the conclusion that you’ll never be as good-looking as me? Must be quite a disappointment, really.” Malfoy sneers and stares, but even with the most twisted expression on his face he’s still quite fit. It’s way beyond off-putting straight into alternate universe. If Harry didn’t have to pass Potions, there’s no doubt in his mind that he would walk out right now.
After giving Malfoy a pair of black eyes. Sadly, he’ll have to settle for an elbow to the ribs.
Malfoy makes a snorting noise when Harry’s elbow glances off his side rather than hitting its desired target. Harry would make another attempt if he couldn’t feel Snape boring holes into the top of his head. His Circus Fleas are practically powder, and Malfoy is entirely too close for comfort. Harry very much wants to push him away. Or at the very least poke him in the eye with his wand. “If being ‘good-looking’ means having a pointy nose and no eyebrows, I’ll pass.”
“You fucking snot-nosed tosser,” Malfoy hisses.
His sibilant tones awaken something in Harry, and for a second Harry’s not sure what is going to come out his mouth. He’s almost disappointed when words spew forth rather than a two-headed snake. “Really, Malfoy, I think you said the same thing a fortnight ago. It’s getting old you know.”
“Fuck off,” Malfoy retorts.
“You first,” is Harry’s rather unscathing reply.
Section 3. Thankfully, exchanging of bodily fluids is not a blood contract.
Harry does not like Malfoy.
Malfoy does not like Harry.
However, Harry finds Malfoy attractive.
Ergo, Harry does not have to like Malfoy to slam him against the wall of the broom shed, and snog him with every ounce of hatred and lust in his body. The rationalisation is quite dodgy, but Harry’s not that bothered. It might have to do with all that hormonal energy.
Harry has at least half a stone on Malfoy and a few metres on the outside, but it’s the element of surprise that most likely does the trick. None of this would have happened if Malfoy hadn’t been the first to the Snitch, but as it’s a day for all sorts of strangeness, Harry figures he should start as he means to go on. Get the proverbial jump with two whole seconds of surprise, as ostensibly that’s how long Malfoy will need to locate his wand and shove it someplace that will cause Harry quite a bit of discomfort. When this doesn’t happen, Harry reckons that it won’t at all, and he’s free to take what he wants.
Malfoy’s lips are thin, but his tongue is thick in Harry’s mouth, and it’s quite clear that he knows how to use it. Rather than jamming it down Harry’s throat, he’s exploring and licking, and even if Harry moans that’s all right. There’s nothing wrong with Harry thrusting his hips forward, and writhing against Malfoy like a cat, or a snake. There’s nothing wrong with Harry’s hands twisting in slick hair, or pulling Malfoy’s head to one side so Harry can get a better angle. It’s not kissing so much as mauling using teeth and lips. It’s not the most skillful assault ever, but it’s not lacking in heat.
It’s important to note that not once does Malfoy attempt to touch Harry back.
After several seconds, Harry pulls back, licking his lips. Automatically, he checks his watch and begins to rearrange his robes. Three minutes until he has to meet Ron.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Malfoy says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips are swollen, and his jaw is turning red. Harry knows stubble burn when he sees it, and it’s a rather hard internal struggle to keep from crowing at the top of his lungs or sending up pink sparks so everyone can see what he’s done.
Surely this reflects worse on the Psuedo-Heir than it does on him. Harry’s always been a fragile, loose cannon about to go off anyway. Everyone knows that. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
“I should certainly hope not.” Harry’s unable to keep a note of satisfaction from tingeing his voice.
He doesn’t care.
Malfoy spits on the ground by Harry’s feet, but Harry doesn’t move. He’s tired of moving. “I still hate you.” Malfoy’s eyes are bright and his hair is incredibly disheveled. Harry did that. Yes, he feels very satisfied right now.
Reaching out, he fists Malfoy’s robes, and pulls him close. His lips brush against the lobe of Malfoy’s ear when he whispers.
“Did I ask your opinion?”
Section 4: You do not have to have your friends’ approval to get involved with someone. However, withholding information from those closest to you tends to be indicative of a larger problem.
Harry’s never had a family of note, so he’s made one of his own. Ron and Hermione are Harry’s family by his psychological decree, and as such Harry does his best to protect them the way family should be protected.
They cover for each other with professors and insignificant others. They loan each other chess sets and class notes and Invisibility cloaks without batting an eyelash. They study together, take classes together, and are connected the way Harry likes to think he would have been with his brothers and sisters and parents.
As far as Harry is concerned, long after everything else ends they’ll still be together.
All the same, there are limits to certain things.
Information is given on a need to know basis, and as such there’s no point in Harry telling Hermione and Ron anything about his assignation with Malfoy because there’s nothing to confess to.
There is nothing happening. No information to relay.
Harry snogged Malfoy, and now it’s out of his system. Perhaps.
“Mudbloods and Weasels to one side, all Purebloods carry on,” Malfoy voice carries down the Charms corridor, and Harry’s got his wand whipped out before anyone else can blink. He can’t actually see the prat, but he must be around somewhere. It won’t take Harry more than a second to turn Malfoy into something a bit more unseemly then a ferret. It’ll do death to Harry’s burgeoning sex life, but he’s young, as long as he doesn’t get killed tomorrow it won’t be the biggest travesty ever.
“I hope you weren’t planning on using that one someone, Mr. Potter.” Professor McGonagall’s voice is right in Harry’s left ear, and all the hairs on his body stand up at the exact same time that whatever erection he might not have had, dies an instantaneous death. Her voice is more deadly than a curse.
“Of course not.” Hermione comes to Harry’s rescue with Ron right behind her, and he’s grateful to her as only he can be. There’s a part of him that thinks it’s a shame that he’s not interested in her, but Ron would probably challenge him to duel, and she’s too much like a sister to make that worth it.
“I expect you have classes to get to,” the Professor prompts, to which all three nod dutifully, and wander off in the direction of the front doors for Care of Magical Creatures. The fall in step easily enough, and Ron’s the first to speak when they’re out of earshot. “Fucking hell, can’t he piss off and die?”
“My luck’s not that good.” Harry offers more as a option than a real possibility.
”Hermione, can you sort something out?” Ron says, reaching out and linking hands with his girlfriend. He’s got an enormous grin on his face, which, in a way, is something that Harry envies, but perhaps it simply isn’t meant for him.
“Of course she can.” Harry opens the door for the twosome to walk through. “We’ll call it S.C.A.M. Society to Crucio all Malfoys.”
There’s a long pause as the three of them hold up traffic in and out of the castle.
“Oh, I quite like that,” Hermione says after several seconds.
“Yeah, not bad is it?” Ron agrees.
Section 5: Just because you are attracted to someone does not mean you should have relations with him, her or it.
It could be anybody that Harry’s kissing, mouth open and tongue darting about like a niffler let loose. Soft bites on an upper lip, harder bites on the lower one, seeking the blood just below the surface. There are wet noises and stifled groans being drawn out like an Auror torture that’s still being refined.
There are fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, and his glasses have been removed and dropped, he might step on them later. He might step on them now. He doesn’t really care. There’s a willing and welcoming mouth beneath his, and that’s what’s important. Thin lips pressed against his, and sharp teeth reminding him that this isn’t something soft and delicate.
It could be anyone that Harry has pushed against a stonewall, fingers scrabbling madly for clasps and zippers. Not-so-clumsy movements pushing at trousers and pulling at shirts, nails scraping across bare skin more in haste than anything else. There are robes falling to the floor for future sweaty sacrifices, but that’s later and this is now.
Now is when Harry has someone’s wrists pinned against the wall so that knuckles are being scraped raw.
Now is why Harry is leaving love bites that have nothing to do with love, on an exposed neck and shoulders and nipples.
There are cries of pleasure and cries of pain.
Harry doesn’t care about those.
If it were anybody but Malfoy, Harry might actually bring himself to consider what he’s doing, but it’s not anybody else and so he doesn’t care. Harry’s movements are quick and sure, and his consideration for his partner is at an all-new minimum. His trousers are around his knees, and he sees no point in removing his shirt the entire way.
Harry’s grasp around Malfoy’s cock is tight, his hand sliding up and down roughly, using only pre-come as a lubricant and boarding dangerously close to friction burn. Malfoy’s hands rest on Harry’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. Whatever expressions are on Malfoy’s face are blurred, so Harry keeps his eyes open the entire time.
Malfoy comes with a noise that Harry doesn’t listen to, and he’s pulling Malfoy down onto his robes while his cry still echoes in the room. The preparation is swift: words muttered while his fingers rest on Malfoy’s wand and then very small circles in anticipation of the main event. The slide in gets easier every time, and Harry relishes the power of seeing someone he hates so completely at his mercy.
Malfoy wants him, and one day he’ll beg.
For now, though, Malfoy wriggles like a flobberworm let loose, and Harry cages him in with his body, legs and arms restricting movement until Harry’s ready. The time between his fingers sliding out and his cock sliding in is negligible, and Harry fucks like it’s business.
He fucks like his life depends on it, and the lives of everyone he cares about. Every slick slide is a victory and every thrust is a spell. The good guys always come out on top, and if Harry actually listened in Divination he might see signs here.
But that would require time and thought, and this isn’t about thought.
Harry isn’t even really here.
It’s just sex.
Section 6: Relationships do not have to be healthy. But it doesn’t hurt.
Malfoy doesn’t snore, but he tends to twitch in his sleep. Not that Harry cares. He’ll be leaving at any second. He doesn’t need to stay here, he certainly doesn’t want to stay here, if for no other reasons than sleeping with the enemy is so Slytherin.
Not that any of this matters. At least not to Harry. Soon the war will come, and this dalliance with Malfoy will be forgotten. It‘s good for right now, but it‘s not going to last, which suits Harry fine.
“I don’t like you,” Malfoy mumbles rolling into his side, and fixing Harry with a low-lidded stare.
“I don’t care.” Harry’s answer is simple and straightforward. Whether or not it’s true is another matter.
After all, the most important thing to remember is that Harry doesn’t like Draco Malfoy.
But he doesn’t have to like him to take what he needs.
-fin-
Notes: Dedicated first and foremost to Kassie because she supports me no matter what the fuck I’m doing, even when she hates it. Secondly this goes out to Lar because she is great and good, and ignores me when I go barmy. Big thanks tobonibaru for beta duty and all around pimpage. She does my pimp heart proud. Big ups to Bexless just because I keep yanking her chain. My bad, babe. I have a real short attention span when I want to post something.
Also.
LOTRips: 3x5
Smallville 100: Quickie
ethrosdemon: Have you actually *read* these books? Harry and Draco hate each other. They can’t get together, that’s just too fucked up.Me: You couldn’t have said something *before* I started writing that new series? Way to negate my whole back catalogue.
ethrosdemon: How was I supposed to know when you didn’t say something?Me: ::after deleting said crappy three-part fic:: Okay, I’m gonna do something different.
ethrosdemon: Het? Me: Don’t even joke.
Harry Potter
Anatomy of a Dysfunctional Relationship
Section 1: Getting involved with someone you hate is generally not a smart move.
The most important thing to remember is that Harry does not like Draco Malfoy.
Point in fact, saying Harry doesn’t like Malfoy is a bit like saying that Snape’s a bit of a bastard or that Hermione’s a bit of a stickler. Harry tends not to be given to under exaggerations, and as such, he knows that ‘dislike’ isn’t really the right word to apply to his feelings concerning Malfoy. Intense hatred, utter loathing, wishing very much to hang him by his genitals in Azkaban for all eternity. These are better phrases to describe Harry’s feelings toward Malfoy, because yes, Harry has feelings for Malfoy.
Malfoy has spent the better part of seven years doing everything possible to make Harry’s life a bloody disaster. He’s consistently tormented all of Harry’s mates and called them every name in every book including the ones in the Restricted Section. Malfoy has gone above and beyond the taunting straight into physical assault, although that’s only in regards to Harry, as though only Malfoy is good enough to touch him. Harry would beg to differ, but without the begging. Harry simply differs from Malfoy on everything, including the company they keep.
Slytherins don’t seem to have friends as much as they have co-conspirators and alliances, and Harry abhors Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson and Zabini on a scale reserved for Potions and Rita Skeeter. They’re almost as disgusting as Malfoy himself, because Malfoy is most certainly disgusting. He’s vile and rude, and his hair oozes like broom polish. Malfoy resorts to trickery in Quidditch, and he reminds Harry entirely too much of his life with the Dursleys.
If all that weren’t enough, Harry would bet his last galleon that Malfoy is, or very soon will become, a Death Eater.
There is absolutely nothing good about Draco Malfoy.
To put not too fine a point on it, Malfoy is a Bastard of the First Class.
However, Harry doesn’t have to like Malfoy to fuck him. Of this he is quite certain.
Section 2: Chemistry is no excuse, or rationale, for involvement. Should your urges overtake you think of highly combustible elements and mass destruction.
Bad things come in threes:
Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Harry’s dead mother, dead father and Voldemort. Snape, Potions and Malfoy.
Yes, three is certainly a bad number for Harry, as long as he’s not thinking about Hermione and Ron, but that’s not what’s got his pants in a twist. He’s supposed to be mincing Circus Fleas and mixing them with hairs from a Jakarta Green Gnat, not stealing looks at the three freckles on Malfoy’s pointy little nose.
This realisation is past pear-shaped and onto some new diagram that Harry can’t even visualise properly.
It pains him greatly to think it, but aesthetically speaking, Malfoy is fucking gorgeous. He may be an insufferable, inbred git who hopefully will die in the first wave of the war, but Harry’s a seventeen year-old boy. He’s not dead, and he can admit when he’s attracted to someone. He can certainly admit when he wants to shag this certain someone senseless up against the nearest wall and listen to him scream Harry’s name, because he’s just that good.
No, Harry does not have problems with humility.
He does have problems partnering Malfoy in Potions though.
“What’s wrong, Potter? Finally come to the conclusion that you’ll never be as good-looking as me? Must be quite a disappointment, really.” Malfoy sneers and stares, but even with the most twisted expression on his face he’s still quite fit. It’s way beyond off-putting straight into alternate universe. If Harry didn’t have to pass Potions, there’s no doubt in his mind that he would walk out right now.
After giving Malfoy a pair of black eyes. Sadly, he’ll have to settle for an elbow to the ribs.
Malfoy makes a snorting noise when Harry’s elbow glances off his side rather than hitting its desired target. Harry would make another attempt if he couldn’t feel Snape boring holes into the top of his head. His Circus Fleas are practically powder, and Malfoy is entirely too close for comfort. Harry very much wants to push him away. Or at the very least poke him in the eye with his wand. “If being ‘good-looking’ means having a pointy nose and no eyebrows, I’ll pass.”
“You fucking snot-nosed tosser,” Malfoy hisses.
His sibilant tones awaken something in Harry, and for a second Harry’s not sure what is going to come out his mouth. He’s almost disappointed when words spew forth rather than a two-headed snake. “Really, Malfoy, I think you said the same thing a fortnight ago. It’s getting old you know.”
“Fuck off,” Malfoy retorts.
“You first,” is Harry’s rather unscathing reply.
Section 3. Thankfully, exchanging of bodily fluids is not a blood contract.
Harry does not like Malfoy.
Malfoy does not like Harry.
However, Harry finds Malfoy attractive.
Ergo, Harry does not have to like Malfoy to slam him against the wall of the broom shed, and snog him with every ounce of hatred and lust in his body. The rationalisation is quite dodgy, but Harry’s not that bothered. It might have to do with all that hormonal energy.
Harry has at least half a stone on Malfoy and a few metres on the outside, but it’s the element of surprise that most likely does the trick. None of this would have happened if Malfoy hadn’t been the first to the Snitch, but as it’s a day for all sorts of strangeness, Harry figures he should start as he means to go on. Get the proverbial jump with two whole seconds of surprise, as ostensibly that’s how long Malfoy will need to locate his wand and shove it someplace that will cause Harry quite a bit of discomfort. When this doesn’t happen, Harry reckons that it won’t at all, and he’s free to take what he wants.
Malfoy’s lips are thin, but his tongue is thick in Harry’s mouth, and it’s quite clear that he knows how to use it. Rather than jamming it down Harry’s throat, he’s exploring and licking, and even if Harry moans that’s all right. There’s nothing wrong with Harry thrusting his hips forward, and writhing against Malfoy like a cat, or a snake. There’s nothing wrong with Harry’s hands twisting in slick hair, or pulling Malfoy’s head to one side so Harry can get a better angle. It’s not kissing so much as mauling using teeth and lips. It’s not the most skillful assault ever, but it’s not lacking in heat.
It’s important to note that not once does Malfoy attempt to touch Harry back.
After several seconds, Harry pulls back, licking his lips. Automatically, he checks his watch and begins to rearrange his robes. Three minutes until he has to meet Ron.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Malfoy says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips are swollen, and his jaw is turning red. Harry knows stubble burn when he sees it, and it’s a rather hard internal struggle to keep from crowing at the top of his lungs or sending up pink sparks so everyone can see what he’s done.
Surely this reflects worse on the Psuedo-Heir than it does on him. Harry’s always been a fragile, loose cannon about to go off anyway. Everyone knows that. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
“I should certainly hope not.” Harry’s unable to keep a note of satisfaction from tingeing his voice.
He doesn’t care.
Malfoy spits on the ground by Harry’s feet, but Harry doesn’t move. He’s tired of moving. “I still hate you.” Malfoy’s eyes are bright and his hair is incredibly disheveled. Harry did that. Yes, he feels very satisfied right now.
Reaching out, he fists Malfoy’s robes, and pulls him close. His lips brush against the lobe of Malfoy’s ear when he whispers.
“Did I ask your opinion?”
Section 4: You do not have to have your friends’ approval to get involved with someone. However, withholding information from those closest to you tends to be indicative of a larger problem.
Harry’s never had a family of note, so he’s made one of his own. Ron and Hermione are Harry’s family by his psychological decree, and as such Harry does his best to protect them the way family should be protected.
They cover for each other with professors and insignificant others. They loan each other chess sets and class notes and Invisibility cloaks without batting an eyelash. They study together, take classes together, and are connected the way Harry likes to think he would have been with his brothers and sisters and parents.
As far as Harry is concerned, long after everything else ends they’ll still be together.
All the same, there are limits to certain things.
Information is given on a need to know basis, and as such there’s no point in Harry telling Hermione and Ron anything about his assignation with Malfoy because there’s nothing to confess to.
There is nothing happening. No information to relay.
Harry snogged Malfoy, and now it’s out of his system. Perhaps.
“Mudbloods and Weasels to one side, all Purebloods carry on,” Malfoy voice carries down the Charms corridor, and Harry’s got his wand whipped out before anyone else can blink. He can’t actually see the prat, but he must be around somewhere. It won’t take Harry more than a second to turn Malfoy into something a bit more unseemly then a ferret. It’ll do death to Harry’s burgeoning sex life, but he’s young, as long as he doesn’t get killed tomorrow it won’t be the biggest travesty ever.
“I hope you weren’t planning on using that one someone, Mr. Potter.” Professor McGonagall’s voice is right in Harry’s left ear, and all the hairs on his body stand up at the exact same time that whatever erection he might not have had, dies an instantaneous death. Her voice is more deadly than a curse.
“Of course not.” Hermione comes to Harry’s rescue with Ron right behind her, and he’s grateful to her as only he can be. There’s a part of him that thinks it’s a shame that he’s not interested in her, but Ron would probably challenge him to duel, and she’s too much like a sister to make that worth it.
“I expect you have classes to get to,” the Professor prompts, to which all three nod dutifully, and wander off in the direction of the front doors for Care of Magical Creatures. The fall in step easily enough, and Ron’s the first to speak when they’re out of earshot. “Fucking hell, can’t he piss off and die?”
“My luck’s not that good.” Harry offers more as a option than a real possibility.
”Hermione, can you sort something out?” Ron says, reaching out and linking hands with his girlfriend. He’s got an enormous grin on his face, which, in a way, is something that Harry envies, but perhaps it simply isn’t meant for him.
“Of course she can.” Harry opens the door for the twosome to walk through. “We’ll call it S.C.A.M. Society to Crucio all Malfoys.”
There’s a long pause as the three of them hold up traffic in and out of the castle.
“Oh, I quite like that,” Hermione says after several seconds.
“Yeah, not bad is it?” Ron agrees.
Section 5: Just because you are attracted to someone does not mean you should have relations with him, her or it.
It could be anybody that Harry’s kissing, mouth open and tongue darting about like a niffler let loose. Soft bites on an upper lip, harder bites on the lower one, seeking the blood just below the surface. There are wet noises and stifled groans being drawn out like an Auror torture that’s still being refined.
There are fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, and his glasses have been removed and dropped, he might step on them later. He might step on them now. He doesn’t really care. There’s a willing and welcoming mouth beneath his, and that’s what’s important. Thin lips pressed against his, and sharp teeth reminding him that this isn’t something soft and delicate.
It could be anyone that Harry has pushed against a stonewall, fingers scrabbling madly for clasps and zippers. Not-so-clumsy movements pushing at trousers and pulling at shirts, nails scraping across bare skin more in haste than anything else. There are robes falling to the floor for future sweaty sacrifices, but that’s later and this is now.
Now is when Harry has someone’s wrists pinned against the wall so that knuckles are being scraped raw.
Now is why Harry is leaving love bites that have nothing to do with love, on an exposed neck and shoulders and nipples.
There are cries of pleasure and cries of pain.
Harry doesn’t care about those.
If it were anybody but Malfoy, Harry might actually bring himself to consider what he’s doing, but it’s not anybody else and so he doesn’t care. Harry’s movements are quick and sure, and his consideration for his partner is at an all-new minimum. His trousers are around his knees, and he sees no point in removing his shirt the entire way.
Harry’s grasp around Malfoy’s cock is tight, his hand sliding up and down roughly, using only pre-come as a lubricant and boarding dangerously close to friction burn. Malfoy’s hands rest on Harry’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. Whatever expressions are on Malfoy’s face are blurred, so Harry keeps his eyes open the entire time.
Malfoy comes with a noise that Harry doesn’t listen to, and he’s pulling Malfoy down onto his robes while his cry still echoes in the room. The preparation is swift: words muttered while his fingers rest on Malfoy’s wand and then very small circles in anticipation of the main event. The slide in gets easier every time, and Harry relishes the power of seeing someone he hates so completely at his mercy.
Malfoy wants him, and one day he’ll beg.
For now, though, Malfoy wriggles like a flobberworm let loose, and Harry cages him in with his body, legs and arms restricting movement until Harry’s ready. The time between his fingers sliding out and his cock sliding in is negligible, and Harry fucks like it’s business.
He fucks like his life depends on it, and the lives of everyone he cares about. Every slick slide is a victory and every thrust is a spell. The good guys always come out on top, and if Harry actually listened in Divination he might see signs here.
But that would require time and thought, and this isn’t about thought.
Harry isn’t even really here.
It’s just sex.
Section 6: Relationships do not have to be healthy. But it doesn’t hurt.
Malfoy doesn’t snore, but he tends to twitch in his sleep. Not that Harry cares. He’ll be leaving at any second. He doesn’t need to stay here, he certainly doesn’t want to stay here, if for no other reasons than sleeping with the enemy is so Slytherin.
Not that any of this matters. At least not to Harry. Soon the war will come, and this dalliance with Malfoy will be forgotten. It‘s good for right now, but it‘s not going to last, which suits Harry fine.
“I don’t like you,” Malfoy mumbles rolling into his side, and fixing Harry with a low-lidded stare.
“I don’t care.” Harry’s answer is simple and straightforward. Whether or not it’s true is another matter.
After all, the most important thing to remember is that Harry doesn’t like Draco Malfoy.
But he doesn’t have to like him to take what he needs.
-fin-
Notes: Dedicated first and foremost to Kassie because she supports me no matter what the fuck I’m doing, even when she hates it. Secondly this goes out to Lar because she is great and good, and ignores me when I go barmy. Big thanks to
bonibaru for beta duty and all around pimpage. She does my pimp heart proud. Big ups to Bexless just because I keep yanking her chain. My bad, babe. I have a real short attention span when I want to post something.Also.
LOTRips: 3x5
Smallville 100: Quickie
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Date: 2003-04-09 12:37 pm (UTC)It's nice to see Harry selfish and uncaring for once without a tonne of angst lying in wait. No moral lessons, no messy love, just straight sex. I don't understand where you're going with this, though:
“I don’t care.” Harry’s answer is simple and straightforward, whether or not it’s true is another matter. Isn't it established that it's true? I'd take it as a hint that he *does* feel something, but then the next two lines make no sense.
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Date: 2003-04-10 04:46 pm (UTC)“I don’t care.” Harry’s answer is simple and straightforward, whether or not it’s true is another matter. Isn't it established that it's true? I'd take it as a hint that he *does* feel something, but then the next two lines make no sense.
The idea with the last three sentences is simply to put a small kernel of doubt in the mind of the reader as to whether or not Harry's as in control as he'd like to believe, not to negate everything that's come before it.
IMO, it's rather simple to believe one thing, deny another, and have other people see something completely different. Here the idea is that Harry doesn't care. Unless he does, and even if he does care, he doesn't necessarily like the person he's caring about. This is most certainly possibly, I assure you, it's called denial.
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Date: 2003-04-09 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-09 01:11 pm (UTC)::wibbles a bit:: about the ending... with how much is clever tongue-in-cheek clueless!harry and how much is non-con and dark!harry. amazing harry characterization either way - that he walks a line between the two. and this -
This realisation is past pear-shaped and onto some new diagram that Harry can’t even visualise properly.
It pains him greatly to think it, but aesthetically speaking, Malfoy is fucking gorgeous. He may be an insufferable, inbred git who hopefully will die in the first wave of the war, but Harry’s a seventeen year-old boy.
- i just love. thanks, as usual.
3x5 also is beautiful. wonderful with the colors and the billy voice.
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Date: 2003-04-10 04:48 pm (UTC)::wibbles a bit:: about the ending... with how much is clever tongue-in-cheek clueless!harry and how much is non-con and dark!harry. amazing harry characterization either way - that he walks a line between the two. and this -
*laughs*
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Date: 2003-04-09 03:52 pm (UTC)so true. you so don't have to like someone to have to shag them.
as long as they're pretty and shiny, they're shaggable.
wonderful story/entry thing ^______^
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Date: 2003-04-10 04:50 pm (UTC)as long as they're pretty and shiny, they're shaggable.
I've been saying this for years, but then I'm also damned and going to hell. Now that we have that out of the way... I'm glad you liked this. Thank you.
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Date: 2003-04-09 05:15 pm (UTC)and your h/d, especially >:D<
because, you know, you make them work even when they're not working, and you make them lovable even when they're all blunt and painful like rusty nails, and it's like, all fuzzy-pretty somehow (maybe just, it being humor, still), even when it's all about the unpretty.
i think it's that contrast-- pretty even though it's not-- that makes it really work for me. like, you talk about all these broken things in harry, and how it's all meaningless and trite-- but there's always that double layer there, because in how you say it, there's a rhythm and a cadence, and it's obvious there's a music to it, even if harry is completely oblivious (as usual). heh.
so i dunno, if it -is- truly different. because, i don't know if you have to write them in lurve, to write them-- passionate and greedy and desperate, and -yes-. it doesn't really change the dynamic, so much as portray it in its beginning, you know?
because after a certain point something would have to -break- or -change-, for them. i mean, harry thinks it will all just end as soon as push comes to shove, but in a fic that's set in the beginning (necessarily, i think), you just don't -know-, so that's all open to interpretation. the love would come later, if it came-- and this is definitely how it would be. *grins* at least, isn't this how one would -want- it to be? :D
These are better phrases to describe Harry’s feelings toward Malfoy, because yes, Harry has feelings for Malfoy.
hee!
i know, just a turn of phrase, but it's just so brilliant, the way you have so many of them, and they just make me squee because you're so good at nailing things. er. you know, in that verbal way >:D<
Harry would beg to differ, but without the begging.
*snorts* see. there, again~:)
No, Harry does not have problems with humility.
*snorts*
love that line. that's an unusual portrayal of harry, but it's all good with me. harry needs some swagger, aww yeah >:D<
Reaching out, he fists Malfoy’s robes, and pulls him close. His lips brush against the lobe of Malfoy’s ear when he whispers.
“Did I ask your opinion?”
aaaargh, with the HOTNESS!!
gar. dom!harry, yes. more? *laughs*
and Harry fucks like it’s business
wah. i love the way you just -say- things like... on the money. yah. you write like it's business >:D<
*laughs* or something ><;;
But he doesn’t have to like him to take what he needs.
*melts*!
(even if you didn't mean it that way, still! still! *silly grin*)
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Date: 2003-04-10 04:55 pm (UTC)because after a certain point something would have to -break- or -change-, for them. i mean, harry thinks it will all just end as soon as push comes to shove, but in a fic that's set in the beginning (necessarily, i think), you just don't -know-, so that's all open to interpretation. the love would come later, if it came-- and this is definitely how it would be. *grins* at least, isn't this how one would -want- it to be? :D
A bit like trying to give yourself a pedicure with sandpaper as opposed to using say a pumice stone, I suspect. I am, as ever, in awe of your ability to take anything and give it a happy ending. I mean really. I kill them, break them up, have them kill *each other*, try top, bottom and every way but loose and you *still* see a happy ending. That is faith. I am dead impressed.
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Date: 2003-04-10 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-10 05:02 pm (UTC)I'm actually not allowing anything to be archived right now (should that change I'll be sure to let you know), but thank you for commenting, I'm glad you enjoyed this.
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Date: 2003-04-10 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-10 07:29 am (UTC)Oh, and also? 3X5?
Fantastic visuals, and all the lil' vignettes flow so perfectly. I just love the glimpses into their relationship, the hints.
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Date: 2003-04-10 05:00 pm (UTC)It has been a long time hasn't it? With the H/D I mean. I went back and the last time I made an effort like this was months ago. *shakes out cobwebs* It shows, but that's all right as I quite like it. Plus, I got them both laid and nobody was anybody's patsy. Ergo, I have fullfilled my end of the union contract. *waits for muses to get with the programme, and instead is flipped rude sign* Huh. Whatever. Thank you so much for the lovely feedback, I truly appreciate it. *grin*
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Actually, not so much with the happy as the cold impersonal and angsty, but fuck all that, cos this fic features Harry fucking Draco and that is my very favorite thing ever. And it's by YOU! Yes, I'm back to the happy place.
However, Harry doesn’t have to like Malfoy to fuck him. Of this he is quite certain.
!!!!! You won me over, right there.
He can certainly admit when he wants to shag this certain someone senseless up against the nearest wall and listen to him scream Harry’s name, because he’s just that good.
... a;lsjdf;sljfds;ljfdsdlfj. !!!! <333. *flails*
There’s nothing wrong with Harry thrusting his hips forward, and writhing against Malfoy like a cat, or a snake.
Slytherin, bitch. *satisfied sigh*
“Did I ask your opinion?”
This is the Harry of my very favorite dreams...
“Of course she can.” Harry opens the door for the twosome to walk through. “We’ll call it S.C.A.M. Society to Crucio all Malfoys.”
...the ones with candy and naked people. And naked people with candy.
There are fingers tangling in Harry’s hair, and his glasses have been removed and dropped, he might step on them later. He might step on them now. He doesn’t really care.
Why do I have a broken glasses fetish? I don't know, but this hits it.
Now is when Harry has someone’s wrists pinned against the wall so that knuckles are being scraped raw.
*cries* I love you, man.
Harry’s movements are quick and sure, and his consideration for his partner is at an all-new minimum.
I don't even have the words, but if I did they would be overwhelmingly positive.
Malfoy wants him, and one day he’ll beg.
Fuck. *is dead*
The good guys always come out on top, and if Harry actually listened in Divination he might see signs here.
Seriously, THERE ARE NO WORDS. *worships*
“I don’t like you,” Malfoy mumbles rolling into his side, and fixing Harry with a low-lidded stare.
I can see this, and it's pretty.
But he doesn’t have to like him to take what he needs.
*heartclutch* I'ma just sit over here and twitch, aight? And maybe reread three or four more times.
I know you love them, Zahra. Do not listen to that Kassie creature, she simply fears the power of their great eternal love. :-* Because I can see that you love them, and I can see that they love each other in their gorgeously disfunctional fucked up way, and it's just wonderful and lovely and thank you ever so much for a wonderful read. <3
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Date: 2003-04-11 02:15 pm (UTC)I thought this might appeal to you for some strange reason... *winks* I'm thrilled that you liked it so much, sweetie.
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Date: 2003-04-11 05:45 pm (UTC)Harry’s always been a fragile, loose cannon about to go off anyway. Everyone knows that. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
So wonderfully self deprecating and snarky.
Ergo, Harry does not have to like Malfoy to slam him against the wall of the broom shed, and snog him with every ounce of hatred and lust in his body. The rationalisation is quite dodgy, but Harry’s not that bothered. It might have to do with all that hormonal energy.
hisdenialissocomplete!
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Date: 2003-04-14 11:00 am (UTC)Harry’s always been a fragile, loose cannon about to go off anyway. Everyone knows that. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
So wonderfully self deprecating and snarky.
Well, the snark is my trademark, but the dom!Harry is new for me. I kept hearing that he was a wet noodle, but I don't write wet!noodle! so this distressed me terribly. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed this. Thank you.
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Date: 2003-04-12 03:50 pm (UTC)thank you for everything you write, Zahra. you're an absolutely wonderful writer, and i appreciate having you here in the fandom so much. :)
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Date: 2003-04-14 11:02 am (UTC)thank you for everything you write, Zahra. you're an absolutely wonderful writer, and i appreciate having you here in the fandom so much. :)
What lovely feedback, Aja, thank you so much. I was a bit apprehensive as it's been a while since I've actually put my HP muses to work, so I'm happy that you think they did okay.
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Date: 2005-05-06 04:55 pm (UTC)I am far from an H/D shipper, but I loved this fic.
Harry fucks like it’s business. <~~ Best line ever.