Fan Fiction ❯ A Muse ❯ A Muse ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Fuck off. I don’t own HP

AN: Hey, wazzup? BE WARNED: This is smut between two guys, and it contains a spoiler from book 6, so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Sorry if it’s not the best quality.

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Draco stared from his desk in the back of McGonagall’s classroom at the back of Potter’s unruly black head.

Did he hold some form of animosity towards the boy? Oh, yes...! His father was in Azkaban because of him, but he wasn’t truly fond of his sire. So he assumed it canceled out.

Nay. If anything, young Draco loved him. Not the usual love, though. It was lust. A very strong lust. Some nights he lay awake in a cold sweat after a feverish dream. He’d sometimes awoken with a rather painful hard on. It was harder to control his lusts at school, but yet so easy. At school he saw much more of Potter rather than at home where it was near desolate: his father was locked away, his mother was out running errands, and the maids, servants, butlers, and house elves kept to themselves unless called upon. Though at school he had a reputation and a mask to wear over his face. He was forbidden to show any kind of human kindness to Potter. Or anyone that wasn’t somehow associated to Lord Voldemort or the Death Eaters.

“Your assignment over the weekend is a two-foot long essay about the pros and cons of human transfiguration, due Monday.”

Draco sighed along with the rest of the class in dismay, but his was a much different and more complicated reason.

“Don’t forget! Quidditch Match tomorrow for the cup. I expect you all to be well behaved.” Draco noticed the certain emphasis on ‘well’ and ‘behaved’. Oh, he’d behave. After all, it was Gryffindor against Slytherin; tied neck and neck.

Draco closed his eyes a moment and yawned as he walked to the door. But then he ran into something; he opened his eyes, and changed his mind: something ran into him.

“Watch where your going, Malfoy. You don’t want to accidentally fly into Lovegood’s lion hat, do you?”

It was him. An immediate smirk graced the pale boy’s face. “Sure thing, Potter. Just wait for me to shove my stick up your ass.”

It took a moment for Draco to register what he’d said, and immediately thought everything was crumbling around him. However, all Potter did was roll his eyes, and walk off with the weasel and mudblood. Crabbe and Goyle came up behind him, acting as stupid as ever. Draco glared after Potter, angry that Potter could just be so nonchalant. About everything. The way he just ignored it all. He was angry that Potter could just be himself. While he, Draco, had to hide. A moment later, as he and his flunkies were walking down the corridor to their commons, Longbottom showed up. Draco could tell that he was forcing himself: Longbottom’s body shook with his voice, but then that common Gryffindor bravery also shone through.

“H-Harry says to meet him t-t-tonight near the...the....”

Draco rose an eyebrow in an annoyed manner. “Spit it out, Longbottom, before I hex you into next year’s Quidditch World Cup.”

Longbottom looked around suspiciously, especially at Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy realized this. “Don’t worry about them. They won’t retain a thing. Bunch of blundering idiots.”

Longbottom gulped, and said quietly, “Harry said to meet him outside the Room of Requirement.... Tonight at 11.”

The boy ran back to the rest of the Gryffindors, and Draco continued on his initial path. The Room of Requirement? That had been the room that Potter had discovered him crying in the previous year. Another thing he like about Potter: he didn’t reveal that little secret. It spared him his pride, and his mask.

With another smirk, he entered the commons for the remaining time until he would see Potter that coming night.

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Potter had an invisibility cloak. That he knew. What he didn’t know was why he, Draco Malfoy, didn’t have one. He had money and power, so why not a simple cloak. It was then that he remembered that his family was slowly lowering in local popularity, and thus no incoming fortune and ever-waning power.

Damn that Potter!

Yes.... Damn him.


With the stealth of a house elf–he’d love to see that mudblood’s face if she knew he’d thought that–he crept out of the dormitory, and out of the commons. He was all the way in the dungeons, and needed to make goodness knew how many flights of stairs up. This was going to be a journey....

Ten Minutes Later

Draco finally managed to shake off that ruddy cat Mrs. Norris or whatever her name was, and turned the corner. There was the hallway, and there was Harry, looking quickly about, making sure that no one of authority was approaching. He was always too cautious....

“Oi, Potter,” Draco hissed, coming upon Potter. “What the bloody hell is this all about, calling me out in the middle of the night? Maybe you forgot, but we have a match tomorrow.”

Potter glared at him from behind his glasses. “Hang on a second and I’ll explain,” he said shortly. He began to pace back and forth in front of the wall, appearing deep in thought, and that familiar door appeared. “Hurry. Get in,” Potter ordered. Now, Draco as we know doesn’t like being ordered around. However, he knew that if he caused any kind of...malcontent, he could be put in detention, and even banned from the match tomorrow. And he didn’t want to be banned from the match at all.

So, in he went, Harry right behind, and the door was shut. The room looked pretty dull...just empty with stone walls. Sure there was a fire over in the corner, and a few ottomans, but other than that it was very bare.

“What is it?” Draco asked as Harry cast an Imperturbable Charm around the room. Harry motioned towards the fire.

They both sat on the seats, and glared.

“I need to know just what it is you’re doing. Are you still working for Voldemort?”

Draco blinked, then smirked, eyes closed. “And I’d tell you...why?”

“What kind of match do you want tomorrow? If you give me all the information I ask for, I’ll let you catch the snitch and win. If not, I can arrange it so you won’t have time to see the game start.”

Draco chortled. “You think I’d do that for a quidditch match?”
“Or I can force this Veritaserum down your throat. It’s your choice.”

~Is it just me, or is he much more assertive than before?~ Draco thought to himself. He remained silent for a few more moments. “Why do you want to know all of this, eh?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “To defeat Voldemort, you idiot.”

Draco shook his head and sighed as he shrugged. “Listen, Potter, to tell you the truth, I don’t know. They don’t trust me with anything. Maybe you’ve forgotten, but Voldemort used me last year to get back at my father, okay? And I was really punished for not being able to do what I was ordered. I’m not part of any inner circle, and I haven’t even seen Voldemort since my punishment.”

Draco looked up at Harry, and he took a sharp intake of breath. It was happening again. He needed to go now, unless he wanted Harry to notice something rather...unusual....for another man.

“That’s all I know, honestly, may I go now?”

“No, I’m not done.”

Draco leaned forward, head hung, trying hard to hide the growing ache. However, all the friction was doing was making it worse. ~Damn it!~ Draco clenched his teeth together trying really hard to think of the feeling Dementors brought, but being right next to the fire was not helping his case any.

“Malfoy?” Potter began. “Are you...crying again?” He asked, but his voice didn’t hold any animosity; not that it held any comfort to say the least.

Draco’s eyes flew wide open, and he slowly looked up. “Me? I will never allow myself to cry again, in front of you, least of all. I’ve been humiliated enough because of you.”

Harry looked slightly taken aback, then scowled. “Sorry for asking a question!”

Draco looked away for a moment, and both were quiet. However, Draco was still quarreling with himself about his little problem.

“...It’s...all right, you know.”

Draco turned his head sharply to look at Harry.

“...To be afraid....”

What was Potter going on about? “Did you...did you want to? Y’know, kill Dumbledore?”

Draco blinked. His mind was telling him to lie, but his tongue didn’t follow command. “No.... Of course not. I just...joined the Death Eaters because my father wanted me to, and I’d always been told that if I succeeded and did well to please Lord Voldemort, I would be rewarded.... Heh. Some reward, eh?” Draco’s face softened a deal, and he looked off. But he instead felt Harry sit down next to him. Just great! Just what he needed!

“Yeah, I know how that is. Trying to live up to someone else’s expectations instead of your own.... That’s not easy at all.”

Again, it may have just been his imagination, but Draco swore that Harry knew what was going on, and was torturing him. Draco could feel his breath become slightly unsteady. “Listen, we’ve got a match tomorrow, and we really need our rest. Now can I go?”

Harry remained silent, then stood. “All right then. Just know that if you don’t get it all out now, it might affect your performance tomorrow.”

Draco could swear he meant all that he said with intent to bring about a rouge to his pale face. No, he knew for fact. The way that the fire flickered in Potter’s eyes told him everything. Harry knew what was going on with Draco, and enjoyed teasing him like this. Harry had walked a few steps back to his seat, and picked up his invisibility cloak. Draco shot up, glaring at the back of Potter’s head.

“Damn it..!” He yelled suddenly. Harry turned his head around, and Draco pushed him against the wall. Without even realizing what on earth he was doing, Draco kissed Harry right on the lips. For a moment Harry didn’t respond, but soon did by opening his mouth to invite Draco’s tongue. They waged war in each other’s mouths, neither giving in at all. Eventually the two pulled away, gasping for air. Draco and Harry looked hazily into each others’ eyes, and both of them smirked. So it was mutual.

Harry slowly leaned forward, and began to trail his lips down Draco’s neck, leaving light kisses here and there. Draco continued to hold Harry’s upper arms in place, but his hands were...in other places. His hands slowly rubbed up and down Draco’s swelling length, making Draco hold Harry’s arms tighter until he released them to hastily unbutton Harry’s shirt. Harry then did the same to Draco as well, and they were back to Tonsil Hockey.

The two frantically touched each other, and Draco soon found himself pushing Harry’s pants and boxers down, and fondling him. Draco paused, earning a slightly annoyed whine from Harry. He unbuckled his belt, and pushed his garments down. They removed their tongues from each others’ mouths, and looked at each other. Draco’s icy eyes stared into Harry’s emerald green.

Almost as though it had been of their own accord, Draco’s hands began to travel down to grope Harry’s ass and gently knead his cheeks. Harry’s head fell onto Draco’s shoulder, and their bodies came closer so their dicks were rubbing against each other. Before Draco couldn’t take any more, he pushed Harry away gently, and kicked off his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. Harry followed suit.

Draco pushed Harry down to sit, and spread his legs apart. Without warning, he began to lick the shaft up and down, then began to nip lightly at it. Draco then began to suck at Harry, who let out moans, and even grabbed Draco’s head by the hair to make sure his mouth didn’t wander astray.

It wasn’t long before Harry announced that he was going to come. Draco removed his head, and replaced it with his hands. Only moments before Harry exploded.

When Harry had finished panting, Draco stood behind him. He began to nuzzle and kiss Harry’s neck while his hands traveled up and down his sides, and over his torso, and his dick rubbed against his ass.

Almost instinctively, Harry got down on all fours while Draco got down on his knees right behind. This was what Draco had been waiting for for nearly a year, and it was nearly a reality. Draco licked his left index finger, and slowly eased it into Harry, fucking him agonizingly slowly. After a few more thrusts with his finger he withdrew, and positioned his penis at Harry’s entrance. Just as slowly, if not slower, as his finger before, Draco slid his dick carefully into Harry’s ass.

Draco wondered why he’d never just decided to go up to Harry and say: “Hey! Why don’t we have an ass fuck?”

He almost couldn’t help himself. He began to gain speed and power as he continued to fuck his rival. Soon Harry began to meet with Draco’s rhythm, and Draco just couldn’t take it. With one last powerful thrust, Draco buried himself into Harry, and shot his seed into him.

Draco panted for what felt like ever, then pulled out of Harry. He sat back, gazed at the boy, then smirked. Finally, he’d gotten his dream come true.

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Yep. The end. RR please