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Harry Potter Fanfiction: TROY By: kuroneko89 Rating: NC-17 Genre:
War/Romance Synopsis:
Welcome to the wonderful world of Troy; only that the characters will be
replaced by HP characters! Who will be who? AU, SLASH Disclaimer:
I own neither the wonderful Troy’s plot nor the great Harry Potter characters,
so please don’t sue me. You won’t get anything anyway; I am penniless. Warning:
Some HP character I use to replace Troy’s characters you may not see fit, and
you are welcome to tell me about that. I’m going to change the scenes a little
bit to fit more of HP characters; this is an AU, there will be no such thing as
OOCness. There will be nothing as magic and Hogwarts whatsoever. And one thing:
This fic’s pairings are mainly SLASH, male/male relationship. So, if you’re
homophobic, stay out of this fic! Other
than that, please tolerate my suck English, for I am just a mere 15 years old
Indonesian who speak no English for her mother tongue. WARNING2: THIS FIC IS NOT RATED NC-17 FOR NOTHING! THIS FIC CONTAINS SOME SEX SCENES, AND IF YOU DO NOT FIND THEM UP TO YOUR OWN LIKING, LEAVE PLEASE! ----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter
1: Sparta ----------------------------------------------------------------- Sanded
land. It was all sanded land as far as eyes could reach. A few shrubs here and
there, but they changed not big a deal of the landscape. Welcome
to the south part of olden Europe, Greece. Large
troops. In all sudden, troops of armies clad in olden iron armors holding metal
spears and shields came from the two ends of the everlasting sand carpet,
invading the whole horizon. One big group was coming from the south, and the
other one was coming from the north. After
a few moments of marching, the leaders of the troops gave out loud signals and
both groups came into a halt, leaving a big strip of yellow space in between
them. Three representatives consisting of the troop’s General and two guards
came out of each group, crossing the yellow strip and faced each other, smugness
in the Generals’ faces. “What’re
yeh doin’ on my land?” growled Hagrid, looking nastily at the smaller
General in front of him. Lucius
made a graceful smirk. “Why, I should say that we like being in Troy,” he
said, mockingly eyeing the big man up and down, as if saying ‘You got a
brainless barbaric man for a General?’ Hagrid
growled again. “Yeh better leave ‘fore yeh’re sorry!” Another
smirk. “Well, why don’t we play old ways?” the blond man waved his hand
nonchalantly. “Send your best man. I’ll send my best man and let them fight.
If you win, we will leave the land of Troy. If you lose,” his blue eyes made a
gleam, “we will have peace.” Hagrid
went to ponder this for a while. “Very well,” he grunted, turning to his
troop, calling, “Crabbe!” The
whole troop shouted out loud in encouragement, stomping their spears to the
ground, making way as a really big muscled man came out from the crowd, looking
goony, but also very murderous. Looking
at the size of the man itself could make some armies shivered, praying to Gods
that they would not be the ones to fight against the big man. Lucius
Malfoy however, still stood high with an arrogant smirk on his face, unmingled
by the huge man at all. In fact, his smirk grew bigger. “Weasley!!” he
called to his own troop. The
blonde’s troop was silence. No stomping of spears. No cries of encouragement.
Nothing. Lucius
did not glance back, but at his raise of eyebrow, Hagrid smirked. “Yeh know,
Crabbe has tha’ effect on people.” Lucius’s
mouth twitched. He was going to make a crude remark when a horse rider came
towards him. “Sir Malfoy,” he panted after getting off the horse, “Ronald
Weasley is not in the troop.” A
vein pulsed on Lucius’s temple. “Then call him, dork!” The
rider winced. “I have sent the boy for that.” * Meanwhile,
back there in the soldiers’ temporary village, a red haired blue eyed face
freckled man sat on a huge stone, sharpening his sword. (A/N: I change this
scene. Ron doesn’t suit the threesome Brad Pitt had displayed on the movie).
He was about to go and have something to drink when a small boy with curly brown
hair and blue eyes ran towards him. “Weasley, Master Malfoy had asked for
you!” The
red haired man scowled. “Just who does he think he is?” he snickered, but
proceeded to wear his armor nonetheless. The
boy was watching the man before him with slight interest in his eyes. “Is it
true that you are immortal? That you cannot be killed?” Ron
tied the lace of his body armor and scowled at the boy. “Why bother with the
armor then?” he snorted. The
boy fell silent for a while before looking up meekly. “The Troy man was big. I
wouldn’t want to fight against him,” he confessed softly. By
that time, Ron had finished tying his shoelaces and sheathed the sword into the
band around his waist. He took his spear and his shield, looked down the boy and
smiled, ruffling the boy’s brown hair. “That, boy, was the reason why you
will never be appreciated. Your name will never be remembered by anyone.” With
that, he rode one of the horses and left the village, left the boy who was
looking at the man’s back with a faraway confused look. * Lucius
Malfoy was not exactly the most patient man in the world. He tapped his foot
furiously while waiting for the warrior-git, the name he created for the
red-haired man. The two didn’t have the best relationship; in fact, if it
weren’t for the same country name they were bind in they wouldn’t have been
working together at all. But
the blond kept his calm. He was, after all, the brother of the King of Sparta,
Lord Voldemort, the second best man in the country. He could not let people know
his true nature. A
few more minutes of waiting he endured with silent cursing. Finally, Ronald
Weasley showed himself. The troops went wild of excitement, stomping their
spears, shouting in encouragement while making a way for the best, but wild
warrior in Sparta. “About
time,” Lucius glared at the younger man as Ron went down from his horse.
“What took you so long? Just hurry and fight for King Voldemort.” Ron
pulled his head armor from his head, letting his auburn hair to the sun while
squinting his eyes at the General in hatred. “How nice of you, *sir*” he
almost spat, “I do not fight for anyone, especially Voldemort. Why don’t you
yourself fight then?” to prove his point, he turned around, almost walking
back to the crowd. Lucius
sighed, heart slightly panicking. As the young man passed, he said, “At least
fight for Greece. Fight for Sparta.” Ron
stopped in his walk and turned around to face the smirking General. Sighing, he
nodded and walked to the space that was provided for him and Crabbe. “I’ll
do it for Sparta, not that snake faced git,” he hissed before looking at his
opponent. Crabbe
was roaring. He couldn’t understand why the hell he, the biggest man in the
troop, was to fight a frail looking red-haired freak with freckled face. He
threw away his shield before going to run to his opponent with spear positioned
in his hand, ready to kill the smaller man in one hit. Or so he thought. Ron
sighed. Joy, what a typical baboon, he muttered before throwing his shield as
well, unleashed his sword and ran quietly to his foe. The
movement flowed like a slow motion. The two males kept on running, running and
running towards each other. And when a reasonable arm-to-arm distance was
reached, Crabbe, blinded with fury, strike a blow to Ron’s lower body, only to
be dodged by the younger man. The Weasley jumped ahead, and stabbed the big
man’s shoulder deep down while doing so. Next
was silence. The Troy’s troop and Hagrid could only watch with wide eyes as
Crabbe howled at the pain before falling down hardly to the sands. The big man
was dead. Lucius
couldn’t help but to smirk as his troop stomped their feet in rejoice while
the red-haired man himself went back to his side of the prevented war. The young
man worth the trouble, Lucius thought. Or
was it? * People
were gathering around the long table. Many kinds of delicious foods were spread
on the fine polished wood, while many women were dancing erotically around them.
Lucius sat at the end of the table, playing the role of the humble host. He
clapped his hands and raised his goblet of wine. “Let the food be in our
stomachs, our women in our beds and peace in our hands!” (A/N: I’m not so
sure about this dialogue…) All
the people cheered and raised their wine goblets too, before drinking down the
liquid. Lucius smiled before raising his goblet again. “Raise, the Princes of
Troy, let us rejoice our peace!” Harry
James Potter and Sirius Black Potter stood up and gave the blond man a smile
before raising their goblets. “May peace accompany Troy and Sparta forever.” They
drank their drinks. “Let’s enjoy the party!” The
people were happy; too happy eating, too happy drinking and too happy flirting
with the dancers. They did not notice that secret glances were being thrown
around the room by the young Prince Harry and the beautiful son of Lucius,
Draconis Lucius Malfoy of Sparta. And boy, the General’s son deserved his
name. His blonde hair was silver and fine, so soft and silk like, some strands
falling to his face gracefully, making one’s hand arched to feel it. His eyes
were a wonderful colour of silver. His skin was very white, pale and soft,
unblemished, flawless. His body was so slender, leaned, lightly muscled and
feminine, with perfect body curves, covered in fine Greece cotton and gold
accessories. After
a few more glances being thrown around the two, the pale boy sighed and left his
seat next to his father, going upstairs to his room. The young man trailed his
emerald eyes at the disappearing figure before following him up the stairs,
again with no one noticing. No
one but Sirius. The
man gave a glance at his godson and nephew, giving a think for a while before
deciding to dismiss the thought, approaching the amused and drunk Lucius and
accompanied him for the party. Upstairs,
Draco was sitting in front of a polished metal that acted as a mirror. He was
slowly discarding all the gold accessories from his hair and body when the door
creaked open, revealing a handsome young man with unruly but soft raven hair and
stunning emerald eyes, body cream tan in colour and defined, beautiful in a
sense. Prince Harry. The
sound of the door opening made Draco jumped to his feet and turned around,
finding the Prince on his doorway. He slowly sighed before sitting back again
and continued discarding the accessories and putting them down into the drawers
while Harry approached from behind and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s
torso. Draco
tried to ignore the other male’s touches. “It was a mistake yesterday
night.” Harry
raised his eyebrow before nuzzling into the blonde’s crook of neck. “What
about the previous two night?” he whispered against the skin. Harry’s
tender voice sent a tingle to Draco’s spine, making him shiver in pleasure.
The blond tried to ignore the sensation. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes last
week,” he put down the last accessory on his body: his earrings. The
raven-haired man hummed. “But surely I wasn’t a part of that mistake, was
I?” he whispered, turning the pale boy towards him and kissed him chastely
before nibbling on the lower lips. Draco
suppressed a groan. He wanted to forget the Prince of Troy; he really did, but
the kiss was sending too much of a pleasure to him. And it felt very right. He
couldn’t help but leaned and melted to it and granted the other boy’s tongue
plea of entrance to his cavern. Their tongues met and danced in a fiery passion.
The kiss turned very passionate. Soon,
the two males turned away from each other, desperately breathing for air. Being
the pale boy he was, the red flushes became very apparent on Draco’s face, his
pink lips lush red, making him look more ‘edible’ than before. Draco
turned to look at Harry’s face, a hungry look in his glowing silver eyes, and
Harry shivered. Breathing still ragged, the blonde’s hands shakily went to
unclasp his cotton robes and slid the garment down, revealing his beautiful
naked form. Harry’s
eyes looked at the male in front of him up and down, admiring every part of the
body before Draco went and flung his arms around Harry’s neck and pressed
himself to the other male, kissing him desperately on the lips. Making a loud
moan, Harry responded the kiss with the same desire, wrapping his arms around
the other male’s waist, pressing his body to him even harder. While
kissing, sucking of lips and dancing of tongues, the two walked to the bed and
stumbled onto it with Harry on top of Draco. The tanned man parted his lips from
the blonde’s, only to take a brief breath before trailing his mouth and tongue
up and down Draco’s jaw and neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot under his
Adonis’s earlobe and crook of neck, loving the way the blond moaned and arched
his hips upwards and grinded with his own. Harry
gasped and moaned at the feeling of Draco’s erection against his thigh.
Desperate for more skins, he took off the armors from his body and threw them
off together with his shoes. His moans turned into a deep growl as his bare
tanned skin met with Draco’s pale one. Harry felt like he was on fire. The
Prince had bedded many women and men, but none had felt as wonderful as it was
with Draco. Heck, they were even incomparable to the pale Greek God! A
similar thing was crossing across Draco’s mind. The pleasure it gave when
Harry trailed wet kisses down his torso, licked his pink nipple, putting it
between his teeth before engulfing it and sucked it until it turned into red
pebble while his strong fingers were pinching and toying with his other
one…not any word in the world could describe that. He couldn’t help but
feeling harder and harder any second. Harry
continued his assault to the younger male, trailing his kisses lower to his
abdomen, leaving red and raw hickeys behind, each one earning a
lust-accelerating moan from the blond. The raven-haired male smirked as he
plunged his tongue into Draco’s navel, the blond moaning out loud and jerking
his hips up in respond. And as Harry devoured Draco’s upper body, his hand was
slowly and tenderly going up the blonde’s legs, massaging his calf, stroking
his thigh, teasing him to no end. Draco
was very desperate of releasing, but the other man kept on teasing him, going on
to an agonizingly slow pace. He couldn’t help a small growl coming out from
his throat. “Harry, please!” The
hoarse and husky voice of his lover made Harry’s already hardened length
hardened even more. He lifted his body upwards a bit and looked into Draco’s
lust filled eyes. “Please what, love?” Draco
glared at the raven-haired man on top of him and groaned. “Now!!” Harry
chuckled deeply. “Who am I to argue with that tone?” The
raven-haired boy lifted both Draco’s legs over his shoulders, which trapped
his head in reflexes. Harry inhaled sharply as he positioned himself to the
blonde’s entrance. “Ready, love?” he locked his eyes into his lover’s
beautiful silver pools. Draco
saw Harry’s deep emerald eyes and smiled, nodding at him as the other male
once again inhaled sharply and slid himself into the blonde Greek’s hot and
tight entrance, a deep growl forming from his throat, his mind hazy, dully
reminding him not to pound into his lover that instance. Being inside Draco had
always been heaven for him. The
blond winced slightly at the sudden probe; his hands reaching for the sheet and
gripped it tight, but soon adapted to the feeling and wanted even more.
“M-move…Harry…” he writhed. Harry
complied with his lover’s quest willingly, sliding halfway out of him before
thrusting back again harder than before, making the blond moaned at the
overwhelming sensation in his mind. Harry kept on going out halfway of him
before thrusting back, each time harder, faster and deeper than the last one.
Soon enough, the two were pounding into each other, Draco bringing his hips
upwards with Harry’s thrust, both moaning and groaning. The
moonlight was shining through the window, and Harry gasped at the sight of the
beautiful male under him. Draco’s pale skin was shining with glistening sweat
and red flushes as he twisted around, breathing ragged, eyes clouded, writhing
in pleasure. Harry doubted if there was any sight more beautiful than this. Harry
unconsciously changed the angle of his thrust and thrust hard within Draco,
hitting a spot that made the pale male see stars. His eyes widened, and his body
jerked upwards even more as he moaned even louder, his muscles tightening. Harry
groaned. He quickly reached out his hands and stroked Draco’s erection in
rhythm with his quick thrusts, each one trying to hit the spot again. It
didn’t take long for the two of them to feel on the edge. With one last deep,
hard, mind-blowing thrust from Harry, Draco’s mind was blinded in mist as he
released his hot trickling seeds onto his stomach, his muscle tightening around
Harry’s shaft even more, making the Prince felt thousands rushes of pleasures
and released his seeds deep inside Draco, both males crying each other’s name
out loud in pleasure. Harry
collapsed onto Draco’s body, tired but feeling happier than ever. After
gaining back his composure, he pulled out of the blond before sliding down,
licking the seeds of Draco’s stomach, loving the taste. He loved Draco. He
loved every bits of the other male. And
as he rolled of the silver-eyed man’s body, Draco stretched out his hands and
pulled him into a soft kiss before Harry realized that Draco was crying. He
shrugged, wiping the tears off his lover’s face and looked at him. “Are you
afraid of Lucius?” Draco
hiccoughed before shaking his head a ‘no’. He placed a warm hand onto
Harry’s face. “I am not afraid of Father. I am afraid of tomorrow,” he
sobbed, “I am afraid that I cannot see you again after you leave to Troy.” Silence.
The blond put his fingers on Harry’s lips as the Prince wanted to talk. More
tears were falling down Draco’s pale cheeks. “I had been an empty
container,” he whispered, “In Sparta I grew. I live, I eat, I swim in the
sea,” another sob, “but I was not feeling anything. I was frozen. Now I feel
love. I feel happiness. I love you Harry, I don’t want to be frozen again, I
don’t want to marry Father’s choice of girl!” Harry
wrapped his arms around the younger male and let him cried against his defined
chest. “Draco, you don’t need to be afraid of tomorrow,” Harry whispered,
“go with me. Go with me to Troy.” Draco’s
head snapped up. He went to look at Harry with wide eyes. “But this would ruin
the peace we’ve just gained!” Harry
bit his lips desperately. “I know,” he sighed, “but I can’t live without
you! I’d die without you.” They kissed softly. “Please, Draco, go with
me.” The
blond sighed before a smile broke on his soft-featured face. “I will, Harry, I
will. We will live together forever.” Both
men smiled at each other before the two stood up and prepared the things they
would need for their escape. ------------------------------------------------ End
Chapter 1 A/N:
So…how is it? Bad? Tell me if you don’t like my choice of casting! So
far, the casts are= Lucius
Malfoy: Menelaus Voldemort:
Agamemnon Ronald
Weasley: Achilles Sirius
Black: Hector Harry
Potter: Paris Draco
Malfoy: Helen (I
don’t give an ass to the genders switches…I told you there would be SLASHes
right? And, no worries, Harry is DEFINITELY NOT going to be as COWARD as Paris.
He’ll kick Lucius’s ass for sure, and he’ll accompany Sirius at the Front!
So…) REVIEW THIS CHAPTER
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