Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the  other characters, they are all owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Although it would be great to own some  characters myself *cough Harry and Draco cough*. But since I don't, I'll just borrow them  for your pleasure and mine. Also, I  have little to no possessions and I'm not making any money off of this so do not  sue.
Pairing:  Draco/Harry
Warnings: lemon,  PWP
A Night in the Dragon's  Lair
They say love can make you do crazy things. Well, at least that's how it is for  me. It also doesn't help that I was  foolish enough to fall in love with a Slytherin. My friend's warned me several times but  I never listened.
"Harry, this is Malfoy we  are talking about here."
My single-minded friend, how  I wish you were here now to give me your words of enlightenment. Thank you, Ron. You were like the brother I never  had.
"I just don't want to see  you hurt, Harry. I care about  you."
Sweet and thoughtful  Hermione, always looking out for me. It was you who made me weary of my feelings and I thank you for your  motherly and sisterly care.
But as they say in the  muggle world, the heart wants what it wants. My heart and body craved, no yearned for  Draco Malfoy.
So it was this night in  which I ventured into the dragon's cave and did believe to come out  successful. You wish to hear my  story; I know you do, so I'll tell.
I was not waiting long in  our designated spot when the wall rotated revealing Draco Malfoy as handsome as  ever, clad in only boxers and a robe. He smirked at me, pulled me inside, and then closed behind us the stone  wall.
The Slytherin common room  was how I remembered if from that time in second year. The few Slytherins that were in the said  common room said nothing as Draco led me up the stairs and into the 7th year  boy's empty dorm.
The moment the door was  closed, I was pushed up against it. Draco's mouth was ravishing me, his body pressing into mine. I could feel his excitement on my  thigh.
I knew he'd be excited, not  only was he tainting a virgin but also he was going to bed the Boy Who  Lived. Tonight would up two more  notches in his ego. So why did I do  it, you ask? The reason is because  I loved him and even though I knew he could never feel, or ever would feel, the  slightest of how I felt I still loved him.
I doubt if he'd know, or if  he'd even care, but tonight was my quest. Tonight, though he would never know, I'm going to give him my  heart.
At one point, I guess he  decided I didn't need my clothes anymore for he wasted no time getting rid of  them. I felt his experienced hands  on my body. I wanted to moan at the  feeling but it came out as a yelp as he carried me to his bed. There he attended to his clothes, which  I remind you were very little, removing them quickly.
He slithered up to me like  the snake he was but stopped when his eyes met mine. I don't know what he saw but it caused  him to bury his face along my throat. With the severe sucking and harsh bites I was receiving I knew I was  being given the Slytherin mark. It  was an angry looking hickey that was proof of having slept with a  Slytherin.  There was no turtle neck  invented that could hide it.
I moaned with pleasure and  that's when I noticed he'd stopped. I opened my eyes and he was looking at me. Our eyes met for a moment, and in them I  saw lust, confusion, and something I couldn?t name. I didn't have time to dwell  on it too long for soon they were gone and so was the body that covered  mine.
I watched him as he searched through a drawer in the nightstand.  A smirk appeared on his face when he  withdrew his hand, which was clutching a small tube.He turned to catch me watching him and  his smirk widened.
"I take it, you don't know what this is. Well, let me tell you, it'll be your new  best friend."
It wasn't long before he was covering me again and this time he took my  lips in a bruising kiss. His teeth  felt like fangs as they bit my bottom lip. I could taste the metallic taste of blood as it entered my mouth with his  sly tongue.
I must be a sadistic bastard for the taste of my blood turned me on and  he knew it.He always knows and it  excites me so. Maybe this was the  reason he did this for me, he knew what kind of power he possessed over me and  he couldn't help but abuse it.
Before I knew it, he was taking me hard. I figured he would. I recall the pain even with the help of  the lubricant. Then there was the  pleasure as he continued to hit this wonderful spot inside of me and I saw  stars. Behind the stars I could see  his face. His eyes were closed and  his face was peaceful.
I feel the crack in my heart ache remembering his face. I know he must of thought of another as  he did me this favor. Draco, how is  it that you could break down the defenses that I'd erected around my  heart?
My voice rang in my ears as I screamed his name with completion. Then came the heavy breathing and the  blood pounding in my ears.
Time seemed to pass so slow yet so fast and then he spoke. "Potter, you may use the bathroom to  wash up and then you may leave. The  others will not hassle you."
I didn't say anything, just left the bed, gathered my clothes, and made  my way to the bathroom.
This leaves me to where I am now. Staring at myself in the mirror. My reflection smiles at me, "Do you regret it?" my reflection  asks.
"Never, for as long as I live," I whisper.
End
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