Possession

Harry propped himself up on one elbow and watched Draco as he slept. His pale face was almost luminous in the candlelight. His silver-blonde hair fell over his forehead and Harry reached across and gently brushed a strand away from his eyes. Suddenly Draco's eyelids flickered open and Harry found himself staring into those beautiful doe-eyes that glistened like liquid mercury.

"Hey you," Harry said.

Draco simply smiled, his full pink lips curving upwards elegantly. Everything about Draco Malfoy was elegant and poised, from the way his hair almost seemed perfect - almost, apart from times like this when he had just woken from post coital slumber, down to the way he held himself as he walked the corridors late at night when everyone else was asleep. Everyone, apart from Harry.

That's how this clandestine affair of theirs started. It was a night just like this, the moon flying high in the sky, the whole castle still and silent. Harry couldn't sleep. It had become a regular thorn in his side. Usually he stayed in bed and read his textbooks, but on that night he was frustrated and bored, his whole body shifting every five seconds as he tried to get comfortable.

"Hey right back at you," Draco replied, his eyes boring into Harry's.

Eventually he had thrown his bed sheets off and had crawled out of bed. He dressed and quietly left the dormitory, grabbing his Firebolt as he clicked the door shut behind him. He made his way down through the tower and out into the grounds. The night was still, a slow breeze gently brushing through his hair. He had walked down to the Quidditch field and had mounted his broom. He took off into the air, willing himself to fly faster and faster. He needed to stretch his limbs, to feel his muscles ache - he needed to shake off the feeling of oppression that had descended upon him in his bed.

Harry locked his gaze with Draco and bent his face down towards him. He brushed his lips over Draco's, a touch that was so light that it was almost invisible.

Harry completed a particularly ambitious series of manoeuvres then paused on the broom and pushed his damp hair off his face. He was sweaty and his breath came out in thick pants. He heard applause from behind him and he turned to see Draco hovering on his broom.

"Nice show, Potter," Draco had said. Harry shrugged in reply.

Draco allowed himself to be kissed, surrendering himself to Harry as he usually did. His once tempestuous dislike for the Gryffindor had faded over the last six months, and had been replaced by something that he came to identify as a sweet fondness. Draco kissed him back, his lips pressing down hard on Harry's, his lust unmistakable.

Draco flew over to Harry and the two sat on their brooms side by side. The silence seemed to hang in the air. Harry waited for Draco to make a snide comment, but it didn't come. He relaxed into his company and couldn't help but smile at the ease at which they sat and watched the night.

Harry curled his fingers into Draco's fine hair and took ownership of his mouth. His pressed his tongue inside, and began to explore in the hungry manner that Draco had come to recognise as distinctively Harry. He flicked his tongue over Draco's lips and allowed himself to press his chest down on top of his, absorbing his heat.

"When I watch you fly, I can't take my eyes away," Draco began, breaking the silence.

Harry had looked up, surprise written all over his face. Either Draco didn't notice or he chose to ignore it as he continued.

"I always feel I am witnessing a piece of art being made," he said. "It's beautiful and fluid and sensual and seductive and it makes me think of sex."

Draco shifted a little on his broom, revealing a distinctive bulge in his pants. Whether the slight movement had been a purposeful act to draw Harry's attention remained to be seen.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, drawing him closer until their bodies were touching from head to toe. Draco let one hand idly glide down the side of Harry's naked torso and he felt him shudder.

"Make love to me," Harry whispered.

Draco's fingers turned into claws and he drew them down Harry's back as sharply as he could. Harry winced at the sudden pain and pulled back a little. His body relaxed once more as Draco placated him with a soft stroke across his thigh.

"Watching you fly gets me hot," Draco said, his eyes fixed on the moon. He wore an expression that told Harry that he couldn't care less what Harry thought of his influence over his desires.

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked. "Do you expect me to fly around the field showing off for you so you have some nice little visions to go back and jerk off to?"

Draco laughed, his voice carrying across the sky.

"I already have plenty of images of you stored away in my mind," he said. "I don't want that. That isn't why I am here."

"Then why are you here?" Harry asked.

The kisses grew more desperate and demanding, as Harry tried to devour Draco. Draco placed a hand on Harry's chest, between them, and held him back. He slowed his kisses down to a painful crawl; long drawn out lingering kisses that left Harry gasping. His whole body was alive and on fire, each of his nerve endings reaching out for Draco to give him what he wanted.

Draco slowly and carefully traced Harry’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Harry whimpered and tried to pull him closer. Draco sank his teeth into Harry's bottom lip, drawing blood. Harry emitted an almost animal cry; pain mingled with feverish lust, and his eyes flew open. Draco sucked the swollen lip, tasting the copper on his tongue. His eyes shifted to Harry's and penetrated deep inside him. Harry could not look away.

"I am here because I want to fuck you."

Harry tightened his grip on his broom, sure that he would fall off if Draco's revelations continued along this vein.

"What the hell makes you think I would be remotely interested in fucking you?" Harry asked.

A smile slid onto Draco's face and his eyes fixed on Harry's.

"You didn't laugh, you didn't tell me to fuck off. You didn't say no."

"That doesn't mean I want to fuck you."

"But you do."

"What the hell makes you say that?"

"I just know."

"That isn't an answer."

"Yes it is, but to humour you I will elaborate."

"Much appreciated. Really,"

"You can't keep your eyes off me. You never can. In class, at breakfast, whenever we have a match, your eyes are always on me."

Pause

"It's sensible to keep an eye on the enemy, to know where they are at all times."

"Nice save, but that doesn't detract away from the truth."

"What truth?"

"That you want me to fuck you. You want to feel my body pressed up against yours. You want me to enter you. You want to hear me moan. You want to moan for me. You want to call out my name as you come."

"Malfoy,"

"Potter?"

"You're crazy."

"I may be crazy, but you are the one sitting next to your arch-enemy when he is coming on to you with an aching erection sitting between his legs."

"Erm..."

"It's yours Harry."

"What's mine, MALFOY?"

"My erection, it belongs to you. You caused it. You own it. Take it, stroke it, suck it, fuck it. It's yours."

"Malfoy, I..."

"Shhhhh..."

Draco had inched closer to Harry during the conversation, and he now had his hand resting on his own thighs, purposefully stroking his long elegant fingers up and down.

"Suck me, Harry."

"No...I...."

"You want to."

"No, I don't"

"Yes, you do."

"I..."

"That's right, Harry...hold him, kiss him, suck him."

Harry whimpered as Draco bit him again, drawing more blood. He tried to pull away but Draco had his arms pinned to his sides. With a quick flip, Draco had Harry on his back. He prised his legs apart and up, and thrust himself between them.

The sex was rough and hard, and it hurt... and it felt good. When Draco finally shuddered to a climax and came to a rest, Harry was crying in his arms. Draco waited for an explanation.

"It hurt so much," Harry said. "It hurt and it was amazing and...I feel violated."

A familiar smirk appeared on Draco's face.

Harry looked up at Draco tentatively, anxiety written all over those emerald orbs.

"Do you love me?" he asked quietly.

Draco laughed in his face, his fingers gripping Harry's shoulders with a pressure that would bruise.

"Love, why the hell would I love you?" he spat. "Don't ever confuse this with love, Harry. This is sex, just sex, an animal instinct kicking in. I come in here at night and I fuck you until you scream and bleed. Yet you want me to love you?"

Harry broke the gaze and looked away, refusing to continue with the conversation.

Draco reached out and gently brushed a midnight lock away from Harry's forehead, where it lay plastered to his skin with sweat. He looked at Harry for a few moments before rolling off him and lying on the bed next to him. His hand searched for Harry's and he intertwined their fingers.

"I love you," Harry's voice was faint.

Draco sighed. This wasn't how it should be. It was just sex. That's all he wanted; sex. Three little letters. When did it get so complicated?

Draco satisfied, Harry moved away from him slightly. Draco buttoned up his pants and smiled.

"Do I taste nice?" he asked.

Harry didn't dare himself to speak.

Draco laughed and turned away, pointing his broom back towards the school.

"Same time tomorrow night, Potter," he said.

Harry sat on his broom in the dark above the Quidditch pitch, long after Draco had flown away. The first flakes of winter snow began to fall in his hair as his shameful tears dried up on his face.

"FUCK!" he shouted out to the trees.

"FUCK!" to the lake

"FUCK!" to the sky.

"FUCK!" he shouted to Draco "All this time and it's still just sex to you. You just use me in your twisted little sex games. That’s all you have ever done, from that very first night. I should have just gotten myself as far away as possible."

"Then why didn't you, Harry?"

Draco's voice was as soft as that first light snowfall and Harry raised his eyes to look at him. Draco was achingly beautiful, carved out of marble and ice.

"Because I loved you back then too."

"I love you," Harry had whispered, his anger finally spent.

He had always loved Draco. It was just one of those things that was a simple truth. Like being a wizard. He was aware in the back of his mind that there used to be a time when he didn't know it, but it was such a part of him now that he could barely remember.

"I loved you back then, too." Draco said, interrupting the silence that had fallen around them.

"Then what changed?" Harry asked, his voice low. "What the hell did I do that made you stop? Did I give in too easily? Did you just want the chase? As soon as I gave in to you, as soon as you fucked me, you lost interest? What the hell was it?"

"Nothing. I still love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. Now let me fuck you again."

Harry sighed and rolled over, not even bothering to prop himself up on his elbows. His face smashed into the pillow as Draco sort possession of him.