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Taming Draco & Harry by Banky Edwards
"Emeric Baddock," I looked up from the potions parchment to see Marcus Flint standing over me, snarling. "Haven't heard from you all summer. What you been up to?" "I'm working on an assignment right now," I replied, turning my attention back to the paper. Marcus shifted uncomfortably. "Don't be rude, Baddock," he said. "We used to be such good friends," I sighed heavily, on the edge of something rash. "We were never friends, Flint. As I recall, you liked to use me as a punching bag," "That's all in the past," he grunted. "Come back to the team," "Leave me alone, Flint," He shuffled off, obviously defeated. I returned all of my attention to the paper I had to write. Even though I was in his own house, Snape did not tolerate laziness. Yes, I am a Slytherin. But, before you write me off as an evil jerk, listen to my story. I can personally tell you the events leading to the deciding factor in the war against Voldemort. At that point in time, I was a fifth year at Hogwarts. I was one of the brightest students at that time, second only to Hermione Granger. I was a master at Transfiguration, a genius at Charms and brilliant with Potions. There was no denying that I was doing well. I had been chosen as a Prefect this year and mum and dad couldn't be happier. I was well on my way to being Head Boy and so much more. "Em," Only two people in the world called me that and only one could be standing beside me right now. I looked up at the fiery eyes, platinum hair and pointed nose. "Yes, Draco?" "I want it," he said plainly. "Now?" He nodded, so I stood and joined him upstairs in the abandoned dormitory. It wasn't too early in the evening, but early enough that no one else was inside. Draco quickly shucked off his uniform down to his skivvies and hopped onto his bed. I slowly approached, taking my time. Drinking in the sight of this fair skinned boy stretched out on the green comforter was thrilling. His gray eyes followed me across the room, daring me to act. I sat next to him on the bed, feeling the warmth of his almost naked body. "What do you want?" "Long. And, black. No, brown. With green eyes," he replied excitedly. I closed my eyes and concentrated. My short, golden blonde hair lengthened and darkened. I couldn't feel it, but I knew that my eyes had gone from blue-ish orange to green. I was a Metamorphmagus, meaning I could change my appearance at any time. It wasn't exclusively hair and eyes, either. I could make myself an overweight woman with one purple eye, fuchsia hair and more than two arms if I wanted to. But, at the moment, I just wanted him. I pressed my lips to his, placing one hand on his inner thigh. He inhaled sharply at the contact of my somewhat cold skin touching his. Our tongues danced erotically as hands roamed. Draco's long, thin fingers paraded down my chest, undoing buttons and snaps. My shirt fell off my shoulders and my pants joined it seconds later. I continued my oral assault on the Malfoy heir, blissfully in control. My hand moved further up his thigh and into his shorts. As my little finger brushed his erection, Draco sighed. "I can't wait, Em. Just do it," In a flurry of movement, I removed both Draco's and my boxers and hopped into the bed. With a wave of my hand, the bed curtains fell, secluding us. I slid between Draco's legs, brushing against his long, pale seven inch cock. That wasn't my concern, though. I moved my hand lower until I could feel his awaiting hole, twitching in anticipation. I rubbed my finger against it, provoking him. "What was that you said, Draco? You want me to what?" His dangerously bright eyes were scrunched up in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed intensely. "You know what I want, Em." My finger slid inside. "Do I really?" Draco's legs spread unconsciously as I began to finger him. Not much, but enough to get his juices flowing. And, they did indeed. A rather large spurt of precum landed on Draco's belly as I penetrated him. I continued. "What was it you wanted me to do?" Draco clenched his anus around my finger as I slid it in down to the hilt. He threw his arm over his face, whimpering some answer. I pulled out, then added another finger. The response was instantaneous. Draco tensed so hard, I thought his ass would cut my fingers off. He grunted barbarically, arching his back off the bed. His hand latched onto his cock, working it furiously. I prodded him deeply, wiggling my fingers inside of him. He hissed, much like a snake. "Fuck me, Em," he growled. "Put your cock in me and fuck me," I was slightly surprised to hear the normally dominating and headstrong Draco begging for some authority. Surprised, and aroused. I removed my fingers from his hole and crawled up his body, caressing his skin. My face brushed past his as I kept going, not stopping until my dick was at face level. He looked up at me playfully, as if he had no clue what do to. So, I took my nine inch, somewhat thick cock in my hand and smacked it right on Draco's cheek. He grinned and opened his mouth, sucking half my dick into his jaws. I fucked his face slowly, loving the sight of my piece disappearing between his thin lips. That wasn't what either of us wanted, though, so I moved on. I shifted off of his body, then rolled Draco over, lifting his ass in the air. I kneeled behind him, rubbing his upturned asshole. Draco lay there, one hand on his dick, then other caressing his ass and leg. I leaned between his legs and rubbed my cockhead over his hole, lubing it with my own liquid. Just the warmth on my tip made me hot. I abandoned all concerns and shoved into Draco's bum. He let out a wail that a banshee would run from. I didn't care though. Everyone in the school knew that I was deep-dicking Malfoy nearly every day. He didn't care, either. Everyone in Slytherin knew that if we found some time, we'd make some noise. "Oh, god! You couldn't wait, could you, Em?" I shook my head. "It's been too long," Since we were now in our fifth year at Hogwarts, we were preparing for O.W.L.s, or Ordinary Wizarding Levels, at the end of the year. They were a big deal, so all of the teachers were cracking down and assigning ridiculous amounts of homework daily. Draco and I had barely had time for a handjob, much less a full fuck. But, I intended to make up for that. I pulled completely out before diving back into Draco's pucker. He moaned beneath me, head buried in the bedclothes. I held his hips, pulling him back to me when I entered. That action caused very loud and very blatant smacks to resound through the room periodically. But, as I said, we didn't care. I continued to drill Draco's exposed ass while he groaned merrily. After some time had passed, I removed myself from him and assumed a knew position, balanced behind and on top of him. In essence, I mounted him, pushing even deeper into his body. Draco groaned beneath me, almost pained. I placed my hands on his back and began fucking him in earnest. I wasn't worried about hurting him. He could take a lot. The only thing I was concerned with was blowing my load inside Draco. He writhed beneath me, moaning my name and breathing heavily. It was an almost backwards image: Draco laying face down presenting his ass to me. I loved it. The fucking went on forever, the two of us growing sweaty and hot. My legs were cramping and I'm sure Draco's back didn't feel too good, but we were determined. I pumped away, melting from the heat of Malfoy's anus. His moans had reduced to simpers and whines. Every now and then, I would get a snatch of what he was saying, but mostly not. Just when I thought maybe I wouldn't be able to finish, Draco caught a second wind, moaning loudly. "I'm gonna shoot," he grunted, beating his dick furiously. He gasped, tensed up, and then heaved a sigh as he shot all over the bed. He convulsed each time he shot, then, as the moment passed, shuddered every few seconds. He sighed and looked back at me. That look sent me overboard. I shoved into him with a grunt and shot a large load into his stomach. I gripped him tightly, maybe a little tighter than I should have. But, it didn't matter. I had shot and now I was exhausted. I made a move to pull out, but Draco stopped me. "Stay with me, tonight. Please?" I hesitated, but agreed. We lay down, still connected, after cleaning up the mess with a simple spell. Draco caressed my face with his fingertips and gave me a light peck. "You're mine, Em. No matter what anyone says, you belong to me," Then, he rolled over. Within minutes, we were asleep. Draco mumbled in his sleep, as he always did. His body moved, as if he wanted to roll over, but I was still inside of him and wrapped around him. I was nuzzled tightly in the back of his neck, breathing in his scent. He smelled vaguely of vanilla and honey, which I enjoyed. I knew that most everyone who wasn't in Slytherin thought he was a heartless git. Well, most of the time, he was. But, there was also a side of him that wasn't entirely unbearable. And, it was that side that I was in love with. The nights cuddling, the loving kisses in the hall, the passionate sex. It was all wonderful. I was glad to call that Draco my lover. Tap, tap, tap. I heard a sound outside of the bed, but I dismissed it. The rain had been coming and going lately, so I presumed it was the beginnings of another typhoon. It stopped, then began again, this time louder and more persistent. I sighed in Draco's ear. TAP, TAP, TAP. I opened one eye, as if that would help in the darkness. I thought I could see the bright curve of Draco's hair. I sat silently, listening for any more sounds. When nothing came, I closed my eye and began to drift back to sleep. TAP, TAP, TA-KSSSHHHHH! I had definitely heard something. I lifted up on one arm and, slowly, eased out of Draco. A small moan emanated from his lips, but he remained asleep. I slid out of the bed and immediately knew what had happened. A white owl sat on the floor next to what remained of the window it had been rapping against. She looked up at me dolefully, hoping I wouldn't chide her. "Hedwig. I'll repair it this time, but next time, find another way." I grabbed my wand. "Porta reparo." The pieces of glass and otherwise flew back together and lodged themselves into the pane. Hedwig flew up to my bare arm and I removed the letter attached to her leg. As I opened it, she fluttered to a nearby wardrobe. The letter simply read: Em, I need you. H I didn't have to guess who it was from. I threw on some clothes and headed out into the hallway, making my way to Gryffindor tower. Hedwig flew out behind me, taking off for the owlery. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, tell me what you think. MoonDawgy99@excite.com