An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 69/69
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Original Male Character(s), Severus Snape, Portrait Albus Dumbledore, John Dawlish, Rodolphus Lestrange, Walden Macnair
Additional Tags: Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Horror, Romance, Drama, Profanity, Implied/Referenced Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Rape/Non-con Elements, Bottom Draco, Dark Harry, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Prostitution, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse
Two years after the events of Harryâs sixth year at Hogwartâs, Draco stumbles back into his life. Harry is a bitter and vengeful young man, Draco is a walking wreckâŠand who is helping who? (Explicit rating is for later chapters. This fic is HBP compliant with only very small adjustments to suit this plot.) OOC- is for semiDark!Harry.
Harry woke early as always, eyes fluttering open and consciousness coming to him quickly. Consciousness regarding his surroundings. His warm surroundings. His unusually warm, pajama-clad, soft, blond surroundings.
Draco had curled very close during the night. His left arm was flopped across Harryâs chest, and the rest of his body was pressed flush against Harryâs left side, except for Dracoâs left leg, which was almost across Harryâs lap. Dracoâs head was tucked into a corner of Harryâs left arm, and soft, even breaths brushed against his ribs when Draco exhaled. All of these things suddenly became real to Harry, and all of them were good.
The erection pressing into his left thigh was somewhat more problematic. Especially since it rather closely matched his own situation, which was reaching epic proportions and tenting the sheets above him, threatening to pulse its way right through the material of his pajamas. This was not to say that he didnât entertain ideas about situations like thisâŠhe didâŠbut they werenât supposed to happen this soon, and Draco was supposed to be completely healthy and able to cope with it, and there was supposed to be candlesâŠand musicâŠand flowersâŠand maybe some wine. This was a little more reality than Harry could handle at this time of morning.
He hadnât spent a lifetime fantasizing about particularsâŠheâd kind of been content with more general notions. The actual physical mechanics still unsettled him. To be specific, the fact that Dracoâs erect penis was throbbing against his thigh was unsettling him terribly, whether he liked the idea or not.
âThink, Harry! How do you gracefully get out of this, without a weird scene. Draco would be mortified if he woke up like thisâŠnever mind him noticing that Iâm about to blast through my pajamas. This is great! Some poof Iâll make if I canât handle a hard-on next to me! Iâve got to make this go downâŠat least then he wonât freak out too much. Concentrate on horrible things. Horrible, hideous things. Argus Filch doing a glossy color spread for Wicked Witch Weekly, in a pink thong, and smiling!â
His erection quickly flagged and Harry exhaled softly with relief. Then he looked at Dracoâs face, peacefully slumbering beside him.
âHeâs so beautiful. Look at him. He looks so contentâŠso at peace. He deserves that, after all that heâs been through. It would be nice, wouldnât itâŠseeing him like this every morning. I never knew his eyelashes were so fine. I donât think I even noticed that his eyebrows were just a little darker than his hairâŠuntil now. His nose is perfectâŠit looks soâŠnoble. His lipsâŠâ
The erection was back in full force.
âGreat. Iâm a moron. Now I have to think about Filch all over again! Damn it!â
Eventually, Harryâs rampant prick was back under control, and he managed to whisper a few words to Draco, who woke easily enough, being nearly as light a sleeper as Harry. For a remarkably pale person, it seemed impossible for Draco to sustain such a crimson blush for so long, but he managed it anyway.
Harry acted as though nothing had been out of sorts, launching into an impromptu workout on the floor, doing his morning standard hundred sit-ups while Draco hastily stammered out his intention to use the shower, and then fled from the room with towel in hand, looking completely mortified.
Draco made his way to the shower with all due haste, thanking the heavens for the small mercy of not finding himself sticky and sated by Harryâs warm thighâŠinstead of just painfully erect and nearly sprawled across Harryâs body. The shower quickly began to steam as the heat kicked in, and Draco peeled away his pajamas and slid inside, letting warmth and comfort ease away the tension that was eating away at him.
âOh, sweet fucking Merlin! I canât believe that just happened. It didnât. It was a dream. I woke up and itâs over. There is no way I just woke up practically humping Harryâs leg like an alley cat in heat! Didnât happen, didnât happen, didnât happen!â
Draco rested his head against the cool tiles of the wall, and took a few deep breaths while the water rolled down his back. His penis hadnât shifted gears at all. It was still stiff and waiting, demanding relief as soon as he acknowledged its presence.
âWho am I even kidding? It happened. Harry was sweet and let me off the hook for it, but I was just that close to coming all over myselfâŠand his legâŠand we both know it. Iâve got to switch to wanking before bed. One more goodnight kiss like that one and Iâll wake up glued to him by my own spunk. I am sooo not letting that happen. That settles it. Iâm only wanking in the shower before bedâŠfrom now on.â
Dracoâs cock twitched almost involuntarily, pulsing with need.
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