Happily Ever After

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It was (aching, needing, thrusting, hot hot white hot) rape at its worst, Draco concluded. It wasn't that he took Potter (green and black on tan and the dirty yellowed gray of old bruises) against his will – oh, not at all – and that was the beauty (black and blue and smeared red) of it. Harry Potter wanted (need, greed, yearning, burning) nothing more than to be loved (love? this isn't a fairy tale) for something other than his ridiculous scar. He wanted someone (there is no 'happily ever after' in the real world) who would touch (oh, fuck, yes, god, more) him and hold him close (closer, closer, need you inside), even if it was his arch rival (obsess much?).

No, it wouldn't seem like rape (cut, scratch, bite, oh, you're so tight) at all. Not from the way the other boy (oh you're heaven) had screamed (beg me for it) his pleasure, screamed Draco's (could fuck you forever) name – his given name, not just "Malfoy" – when he came (blinding, deafening, rushing, falling). And he did that three times that night.

Potter had wanted it (begged, pleaded, wheedled, whined), craved it, simply because he was so starved (hungry, hungry, touch me, kiss me, suck me, fuck me, do it all right now) for affection, starved for contact (yes, yes, right there). It could have been anyone (no, no, only you, promise), really, who finally noticed it. What mattered was that it was Draco (manipulative, lying, hate you, love you).

The seduction (fingertips, lips, so soft, so soft) had been the crux. A note (want you) slipped into his Potions book with directions (meet me at midnight) to Hogwarts' old guest chambers, left unsigned, one that made enough promises (want you, need you, give you anything, anything you want) to pique anyone's curiosity (show me?) had done the trick. When Potter had seen it was Draco (ohh, please, please, please, right there), he was startled and dug in his heels (no, that hurts, stop, stop), but that hadn't helped him in the end (god, god, fuck, yessss, more).

Draco had convinced Potter (what happens now?) that only he could give him what he was looking for, making grand allusions to famous romances (think of it!), hinting that all his supposed hatred was his own form of denial (no, no, stop, it hurts, please, stop), assuring him that he would make all his former wickedness up to him (shh, it will feel good very, very soon), apologize to Potter's equally foolish friends. And Potter had finally been convinced, had finally caved, making the sort of foolish vows (now press your lips tighter and suck, boy) that teenagers make and never keep (tossed aside like a broken toy).

Finally, when they were both (slippery, sweaty, limbs tangled) exhausted, Potter had wrapped his arms around Draco, happily snuggling (no, no, harder, want you to fuck me) into his cool body. He had said things then, tender things, whispered secrets against Draco's (god, you're beautiful, as he stroked his cheek) pale, pale skin. It had felt smothering (tight, hot, hot, tight), suffocating. When Draco got up (tired, aching, straining), Harry had asked him when (never) they could see each other again.

Draco had left him there, tears streaking down his flushed face (don't leave me here, not like this), eyes full of cold fury (you're a bastard) as realization finally dawned on him that perhaps the Slytherin (greedy, cunning, cold) had been lying about it all (hate you, hate you, please come back).

He smiled now, a cruel (you're heartless) thing that bared glinting teeth, fangs (biting, tearing, oh, your blood tastes sweet) in the moonlight. He had claimed (teeth and nails and oh, such pretty bruises) Potter as his own, made him feel like he was more than just that blasted scar, and then he had flung him away (held close, intertwined, wrapped inside his heat) like so much garbage. He had made Potter love him – or at least Potter had believed himself to be in love – and then shattered (felt him ripping apart as he shoved inside) his poor, warm little heart. Yes, it was rape (this isn't a fairy tale) at its worst.

There is no 'happily ever after' in the real world.