Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ unbreakableBOND ❯ Contorl:Damage ( Chapter 10 )

A/N: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it, he and all the other characters belong to the slightly undeserving J.K. Rowling, only because of that horrid epilogue and lack of Draco in the 7th book.
OI!!!: Understand that this is pretty much SEX. That means manoamano people. If you can’t handle, just skip this one. Lol, I crack myself up sometimes.

EXTRA SPECIAL DEDICATION!!!: This chapter is dedicated to my bestest friend Jenn who tells me to get off MySpace, stop reading fan fiction pron, put down the manga pron, and work on my chapters. Annnndddd, because I promise to write her stories but I’m really lazy and half finish them. I’m sorry Jenn! I’ll work on them right after this! Hey, Jenn, you’re my favourite, :D

unbreakableBOND

Chapter Ten: Control:Damage

Draco watched half amused by the look on Harry’s face. He figured that the dim boy wouldn’t have thought about something like consummating a bond, and truthfully Draco wouldn’t have brought it up if it hadn’t been for well…that.

That being the fact that Draco was hornier than a jackrabbit on Viagra. But it wasn’t just his unbearable horniness, it was the feeling of being connected to another person so intimately, feeling what the other person could feel, and knowing that he could have the power to fix it. Draco knew that this was just an immediate side affect and that soon the intense feeling of tingling contact would fade.

Draco could tell that Harry was horny as well, but didn’t want to act on it, no there was something stopping Harry. Draco didn’t have to focus much to realise that Harry was in pain. It wasn’t physical, and Draco knew it had to be from the whole name change thing. Draco figured that if he had to become a Potter he’d be pissed too. Maybe he should explain to Harry why it couldn’t be the other way around.

Draco opened his mouth and quickly shut it; he had almost called Harry ‘Potter,’ which would not be conducive to this situation at all. “Harry.” The name was foreign on Draco’s tongue but not all together unpleasant. He repeated under his breath for the feel of it. Harry, who had turned to face away earlier, moved so he was looking at Draco. “I think I should tell you something.”

“What?” He sounded half like he didn’t really want to know, because what if it was something that he would have to lose again? And the other half sounding as if he desperately needed to know, because what if it was something he would have to lose again?

“It’s about you taking my name, there’s a reason why.”

“What?” Harry said, bitterness lacing his tone, “Don’t want to let the Malfoy name die out?”

“Well, there’s that and the fact that any children I had wouldn’t be able to have a claim in the Malfoy fortune and even I might not be able to have a claim in it.” Harry’s face softened at that. “There are rules all pure bloods follow, and because I’m from one of the oldest families our rules are stricter, if I were to give up the Malfoy name, and I being a man, would therefore give up any claim my children had to that name, and if my father got particularly angry one day he could cut me off from that as well.”

“Wait, can’t you’re father disinherit you anyway?” Harry asked.

“Not entirely,” Draco answered, sitting down on their bed, “There is a vault that anyone with the name of Malfoy can access, you can too now, it was set up after a grandfather of mine was disinherited, he didn’t like that too much and he ended up taking over his father’s business by force, he set up the fund.”

“Oh.” Was all Harry said.

“There’s a limit to how much you can take from the vault though, after that you’re expected to find means on your own.”

“Well, you know, I’ve got the Potter fortune. We could’ve lived off that.” Harry sat down next to Draco and crossed his arms.

“That’s not all, if I had taken the Potter name a considerable amount of my magic would’ve been taken from me.”

Harry gasped, “What? That’s not possible, how is that possible!?”

Draco laughed and lay back, “Old dark magic, actually the only one who ever knew the spell was my grandmother who cast it, Germaine, I think her name was. See, magic is also passed through the name, and once the name is gone I’d no longer have the magic, I really don’t want to find out how weak I’d be without it.”

Harry looked down at Draco with a mixture of anger and understanding, the blond knew Harry was still ticked about him getting the brunt end of the deal, but he understood it better now. Draco sat up and grabbed Harry’s face. “I never did tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Thank you; thank you for taking the Malfoy name.” With that Draco leaned in and kissed Harry. The brunette immediately melted into the kiss grabbing Draco’s shirt and pulling him closer, and opening his mouth to let in Draco’s questing tongue. Draco pushed Harry back and straddled him with his knees. Leaning on one arm that was above Harry’s head Draco used the other to start undoing the Boy-Who-Lived trousers.

Harry gasped into Draco’s mouth when he felt the other boys hand on his cock. Draco plunged even further into his mouth and began massaging the hardness that had formed between the Gryffindors legs. Moaned and thrust into the touch, incoherently begging for more. Draco found that he liked Harry just like this, helpless and horny.

Suddenly a thought occurred to Draco, what was he doing? Hadn’t he promised himself to make Harry’s life Hell with this bonding? Hadn’t he sworn to get revenge on Harry for snubbing and ignoring him? And now, here he was, wanking the prick off!

What had changed? Draco wondered, what had changed him? Draco looked down at the withering boy beneath and had his answer.

Harry, it was always Harry. Draco had decided after all this time maybe Harry wasn’t such a prick, maybe he was just lost. That was something Draco could relate to.

“Dr-ahh, Draco.” A voice cut through his thoughts, “Ah, Draco, Draco, stop.” And the blond could tell he meant it. Draco let go of the hard member, leaking steadily with pre-cum and looked to Harry for an answer.

“I-” Harry began but couldn’t.

“You can’t do this right now,” Draco filled in. He sighed and sat back on his heels, slightly crushing Harry’s legs in the process.

Harry sat up on his elbows and looked away in embarrassment, “I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“No need,” Draco answered, then not knowing what else to do got up and went to the toilet to get ready for bed. Draco locked the door behind and immediately went towards the sink to lean over it. He stayed like that, head bowed for some time, trying to catch his breath. Looking up into the mirror his reflection panted back at him, his eyes dark with lust and his expression that of dissatisfaction. Draco turned swiftly from his reflection, and began to hastily undo the button on his jeans. The blond slipped them off and let them pool around his ankles, his green and silver Snitch boxers soon joining them.

Draco jumped a little when the cold ceramic of the sink met with his bare bottom when he leaned back against. Draco didn’t waste any time, his right hand grasping the base of his dick and sliding upwards. He let his thumb rub over the slit, biting his lip as he did so and smeared some pre-cum down the base. It then occurred to him that he still had some of Harry’s pre-cum on his hand, the though made him shiver, and he picked up his pace with certainty.

Images of Harry flooded Draco’s mind without warning; Harry bent over to pick something up, the way he bit his lip when he was nervous, a habit that Draco found utterly delectable, the feel of Harry’s lips pressed against his, the way his hair smelled after he’d switched from that coconutty one that Draco complained about, the way his eyes flashed when he was angry.

Draco’s movements become jerky and his breathing uneven, he turned slightly to his side and glanced at himself in the mirror, he watched himself be pleasured by his hand, and suddenly Harry was in the mirror, his mouth replacing Draco’s hand.

The blond reeled, seeing Harry’s eyes look up at him with such an innocently coy expression did nothing for his self control, and suddenly he was coming and coming hard, he sagged against the sink and tried to catch his breath. After a few moments he stood upright, turned on the sink and washed his hands free of his seed.

Draco looked down at himself, his trousers resting at his feet, his cock hanging out in all its glory, and his ruffled shirt. He must have been quite desperate. Stepping out of his pants, he threw off his shirt and went for the shower, turning the tap on hot and got in. Draco let the scalding water soothe his muscles and ease the tension between his shoulder blades. He sighed leaning against the wall, he hadn’t really thought about this whole situation in a long time. Now, now it seemed impossible not to.

Harry was so straightforward with his feelings, you could clearly see the anguish and disappointment on the others face, he on the other hand, had to hide it. He wished he could yell and scream about the unfairness of the world, about how he was now attached to his rival for Merlin knows how long. But he couldn’t, he understood that he had to be calm, he had to be the strong force to keep this alive, he couldn’t let the bond get weak now. Draco leaned against the shower wall with a controlled sigh.

He knew the likelihood of finding a way out of this.

Draco proceeded to wash and then got out of the shower and dried off. He left the bathroom and entered he and Harry’s bedroom, immediately noticing that the other boy was asleep.

Malfoy.

Harry Malfoy.

For the first time it really hit Draco that Harry was no longer Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, he was Harry Malfoy, did the Boy-Who-Lived still apply?

Well, of course! Draco mentally kicked himself. He walked over the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, not knowing or caring whose they were. He slipped them on and got into bed.

Harry immediately snuggled to him, throwing and arm over his stomach and maneuvering his head under the blonds arm. Draco looked down at the sleeping form and chuckled. At least Harry was good looking.

Draco woke to an odd sensation on his chest. It was warm, and…wet? He opened his eyes slightly and looked down to find Harry sucking on his left nipple, his hand travelling towards the waist band of his boxers. Draco was immediately at attention and he gasped when Harry bit him a little.

The brunette lifted his head and looked at Draco, sending him an obvious look of lust, before going back to the nipple. Harry let his hand wander to Draco’s half hard cock, running his finger up and down the shaft with feather light touches. Harry’s mouth left the abused nipple and began trailing kisses up Draco’s chest, then neck, and finally to his lips.

Their mouths met in a fiery lock, their tongues twisting with urgency, sloppily heated a small trail of saliva trickled down Harry’s mouth. Draco’s hand brought down over Harry’s on his cock, guiding the fingers to move up and down, applying just the right pressure. Harry did as he was instructed and Draco moved his hand away. The Gryffindor moved up and down with sure movements, and then let his thumb ghost over the leaking slit. When he got to the base he let two fingers tickle Draco’s balls.

It was too much, and Draco would be damned if he would come first, for the second time that night, not that Harry knew it. Suddenly, he flipped them over Harry yelped a bit into their kiss. Draco smirked and broke the kiss, leaving Harry panting. Draco left butterfly kisses down Harry’s neck, and then moved to his torso, causing Harry’s hand to slip from his pants. Draco licked a nipple as he passed it, eliciting a moan from Harry who had taken to wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck, finger threading through that soft platinum blond hair.

He didn’t waste time, kissing and licking as he went, when he got to the hip bone he gave it a little nip, Harry jolted, letting out a wanton moan. Draco smiled at this knowledge and grasped Harry’s boxers with his teeth, and pulled them down ever so slowly, his breath passing over Harry’s want.

The Slytherin parted Harry’s legs, then gave a kiss to the inside of each thigh.

“Draco,” Harry spoke for the first time, “Please,” he moaned. Draco chortled evilly, the breath tickling Harry’s dick and making it twitch in need.

“Please what, Harry?” Draco requested.

Harry whimpered when Draco blew lightly on the tip, “Please! Just suck my cock!”

Draco chuckled and said, “Whatever you desire.” He then proceeded to take all seven inches of Harry into his mouth. Harry groaned at the heat and wetness surrounding his sex, he instantly began to thrust into Draco’s mouth, his hands tangled in his hair.

The blond laid a firm arm over Harry’s hips to keep him still, pinching the spot where he bit earlier. Harry moaned quietly and tried to buck once more.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Draco hummed around Harry’s cock and the brunette thought he might come on the spot. Draco began bobbing his head up and down on the shaft, urged on by the sounds Harry was making. He swirled his tongue at the head before dipping back down. He used his free hand to fondle Harry’s balls, and lightly tickle his entrance. Draco took his mouth off the dick with a soft shlup and licked the underside vein. Taking his hands from Harry’s sac he glided three fingers over Harry’s mouth. The Gryffindor looked down at him questioningly.

Draco leaned up a bit, so Harry’s peen brushed some of his hair and said softly, “Open.” Harry did as he was bid and opened his mouth, allowing the three fingers to enter and explore. Draco went back to pleasuring Harry with his mouth, while tentatively Harry licked and suckled at the fingers in his mouth.

There was a pop when Draco retracted his fingers, he put the first one at Harry’s entrance and pushed.

Harry gasped in pain and Draco sucked all the harder on his dick and it turned into a moan. When Draco added another finger Harry bit his lip in pain, as Draco did the best he could to keep the boy occupied without making him come. When Draco started to scissor he knew the boy beneath him had gotten used to the intrusion, and curled his fingers looking for that special spot.

“Draco!” Without any other warning Harry came hard inside Draco’s mouth and the blond knew he’d found the spot. He did his best to swallow all of Harry’s seed, the hot liquid running down the back of his throat brought tears to his eyes. He continued to suck until Harry had nothing left, then let the flaccid cock out if his mouth. He noted that Harry had a bitter sweet taste, probably reflective of his personality.

Draco removed his fingers and crawled up to kiss Harry with renewed fervour, sharing a bit of his own taste with him.

“That-that was amazing,” Harry said when the broke apart, “What did you do with…you know?”

“Your come?” Draco asked.

“Yes,” Harry squeaked.

“I swallowed it.”

“You did what?”

Draco smirked and repeated himself, causing Harry to blush prettily. Draco leaned down and kissed him again, Harry wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck. He began to rub himself against Harry, hoping the teen could bounce back quickly. He broke the kiss and sat up.

“Is it okay if I fuck you now, Harry?” Draco asked.

Harry stared at him for a long moment then said, “It’ll hurt…won’t it?”

“Yes, but it’ll pass. Remember what my fingers did? That felt good didn’t it?” Harry thought about then nodded.

“Do it,” he whispered.

Draco removed his boxers, his cock standing at attention, leaning down he gave a peck to Harry before lifting up his legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Harry blushed at the vulnerable position he was in. The blond grabbed Harry’s hand, having him feel the head of his cock and smear pre-cum down the shaft. Once satisfied he but the head at Harry’s entrance and pushed in slightly.

“Gah!” Harry screamed, “That’s definitely bigger than your fingers you asshole!”

“I’m sorry, Harry, I know, but it’ll feel better I promise.” Draco pushed in a bit more and tears welled in Harry’s eyes, a bit more and he was biting his lip to keep from sobbing. “Shh, shh, shh,” Draco shushed, leaning down and kissing each eye. “It’ll be okay.” He kissed Harry and slammed all the way in.

Harry cried out, gasping from breath and Draco didn’t move what so ever. Harry clung to him like a lifeline, his nails digging into his back. Draco let Harry get used to the feeling before pulling out a bit and pushed back in.

Harry’s eyes closed and he made a little ‘o’ shape with his mouth. Draco took this as a good sign and continued.

“Oh, you’re so fucking tight, Harry, it’s so good.”

His thrusts were controlled, not wanting to hurt Harry, he kept a firm grip on the boys hips, and suddenly Harry lifted himself off and pushed back down. They stayed in that rhythm for awhile until Harry couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fucking harder Draco.” The Slytherin didn’t have to be told again and immediately pulled out and rammed back in again, releasing a guttural moan. Harry did his part as well, using Draco’s shoulders as leverage to slam himself down on the hard prick inside of him.

“Faster,” Harry hissed and Draco obeyed, increasing speed and intensity, with surprising force. The only thing that could be heard was the definite slap, slap of skin and the pants and moans of those who the flesh belonged to.

Suddenly, Draco changed his angle a bit, hitting that bundle of nerves inside Harry once more.

“Draco, I can’t last much longer!”

“Then come for me Harry,” Draco answered.

“Ah, ah, ahhggggg!” With that Harry came again, squirting his seed onto his and Draco’s stomachs. Harry’s muscles clenched around Draco, the heat and tightness was too much, he gave one last thrust, then came into Harry, riding out the waves of orgasm.

They took a minute to catch their breaths. Before Draco said, “Now, that was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed with a small smile and looked away. A few moments later Draco pulled out of Harry and lay down beside him. Harry stayed where he was, unmoving, body tense and instantly Draco knew what was wrong.

“Come here,” Draco ordered and Harry turned to look at him, when the brunette didn’t move Draco snorted and grabbed him by the arm. Gently he pulled Harry to his chest and wrapped on arm around him. “Now, go back to sleep.”

The next morning Draco woke alone, naked and sticky in bed. He could hear the shower running so decided that since it was on already, he might as well get rid of the evidence of last night’s activities.

He entered the bathroom quietly, not bothering to shut the door and opened the glass door.

“Augh!” Harry screamed dropping the bottle of shampoo he was holding. “What the hell!?”

“I’m sticky and gross,” Draco answered, “And you look damn sexy when you’re wet.” He added.

Harry blushed, but glared none the less, “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”

“When bonded? No.” Draco shut the door behind him and moved to stand with Harry under the water. “Besides, hat bonding still got me a little horny. Care for a morning romp?”

“No, I don’t,” Harry huffed, stomping out of the shower. Draco just chuckled after him.

When Draco exited the bathroom, toweling his hair, he could hear voices in the other room, who the hell was here this time of day? He dressed, throwing on a pair of boxers and muggle jeans but forgoing the shirt, he didn’t bother with a drying spell on his hair.

“Oh,” A male voice purred, when he entered the room.

“Oh, uhm, Draco Sir, er, Professor Yamiko has come to give us the homework and explain a few things.

“Oh, uh, sorry, I just got out of the shower,” Draco stated.

“No need to be sorry.” The vampires eyes roamed over Draco’s body, “I see you two are getting along better,” he said with a knowing air.

“Er, yeah,” Harry answered.

“Well, that’s good. Dark times these are, sticking together is always the best choice of action, although I wonder. You seem to be getting along extraordinary well, but don’t you backgrounds make a difference?”

“Wh-what?” Harry stammered.

“Well, you are the Boy-Who-Lived, vanquisher of evil and Gryffindor golden boy, and he is the son of a Death Eater, Voldemorts little pawn, and Slytherin Ice prince, who do you make it work?”

Harry tensed and looked away.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, Professor,” Draco said softly.

“Aa,” Sir Yamiko smiled knowingly. “Perhaps, I shall, I’ll see you boys in a few days.”

He got up and let himself out of the portrait.

“Harry,” Draco began.

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry answered.

“No, what he said was, I don’t know, something is definitely not right.” Harry nodded and stood.

“Here’s the assignment, Hermione and Ron will bring the others, I think Parkinson is getting the Spell Creation one.”

“Harry, seriously.”

“Don’t Draco, it’s not worth it. It’s not like we had a choice in this and what he said was true. How can we both give up our differences and make this work? We can’t, we just can’t. You’ll have to go work for Voldemort and I’ll…I’ll have to kill him.”

“Don’t presume to know what I do and do not have to do!”

“Draco, you know just as well as I-”

“I won’t! I won’t go into Voldemorts service because I won’t bow down to him. A Malfoy never bows.”

“Your father does.”

“Yes, my father does,” He hissed, “I am not my father.”

“Let’s just drop it, Draco; I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No!” Draco shouted, “The only reason you’re acting like this is because of what that Yamiko said! If it hadn’t been for him making you think about our past then we wouldn’t be having this conversation!”

“But he’s right! We can’t just forget our history over night, it’s not possible, sooner or later it’ll come up and it just did! Just let it go, I don’t want to talk about it.” Harry went to their bedroom and closed the door; Draco sighed and flopped down on the couch.

The damage had been done.

Note: Draco always claimed to be straight, but he has had his fair share (More like insatiable appetite) of wizards, hence his amazing man sexing skillz. Harry on the other hand, is completely in the dark about gay sex or regular sex as he found the topic embarrassing to talk about. Also, I hate the words cum, cumming, and cummed so I will not ever use them unless actually referring to semen.

And yes, I did use the word peen.

A/N: Yay! My first masturbation scene! So, how was the sex? Was it okay? I know some of you were like, “Ah! I wanted Harry to be on top!” and you know, I almost did that, but I didn’t because to be honest with you A) I like Draco on top better and B) The only Drarry fics I can find lately are with Harry on top. Which makes me sad.

So, I promised myself that I would get these two chapters out before school started, and here you are. I admit, if it hadn’t been for tropical storm Fay I wouldn’t have had this done, lol, by the way, I do live in Florida and I do live on the West coast and I do live on the water, so schools aren’t planning to open tomorrow which would have been my first day back. Also, hurricanes aren’t as bad as they seem, it’s just windy, rainy and we lose power but my family has a generator. It’s only a one, but once you get to three then you have to move inland. Five is you’re fucked.

ALSO, in answer to why these took so long is this, I do suffer from depression and it gets really bad during the summer, so much so that I can’t write. So, now that fall is here the updates will be quicker, kaayyyyyy? Lol, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH ME!