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Tender Enmity
by
Anne Phoenix
E-mail: AnnePhoenix@yahoo.com
Professor Dumbledore, protected from the sight of staff and students by his
ancient yet faithful invisibility cloak, was making his way through the empty
maze of corridors towards the Great Hall for a staff meeting, when he froze
abruptly as he rounded a corner.
The passageway ahead was not quite deserted; two solitary figures were facing
each other, instantly identified by the headmaster who sighed deeply as he
observed the darts of vehemence that shot between the two archenemies.
“You sneaky Slytherin son-of-a-bitch!” Harry hissed angrily when he saw that
Draco Malfoy was already casually slumped against the old rock wall of the
corridor he had just stridden into.
Draco snapped out of his reverie with a guttural growl, straightening up at
once.
“Potter. One of these days you’ll get what’s coming to you,” he snarled back,
and both boys took a heated step towards each other, fists clenched into tight
iron balls.
“Look who’s talking, least I don’t need the protection of two great
gorillas wherever I go!” Harry tongue-lashed testily moving closely in on Draco
who stood fast, features glowing with derision. His head was held high and his
eyes cast haughtily at Harry, mouth twisted into a faint sneer.
Dumbledore shifted uneasily, ready to step out from beneath his invisibility
cloak and make his presence known should the situation get out of hand. But then
his brow furrowed in confusion as he saw Draco shake his feathery silver fringe
contemptuously, making the long strands fall disorderly around his face. A
wicked grin replaced the scornful features.
“Oh yeah? Your mother was a Mudblood and your father smelt of elderberries”.
Surprisingly, Harry allowed a bemused smile creep into his tense features.
“Don’t even go there, Malfoy…” he warned the blond boy in a deceptively soft
tone, pointedly piercing the other boy with his gaze as he let the name fall
from his lips like hot air. He allowed his gaze to move slowly up and down
Draco’s slender body, feeding on the sight hungrily. He felt his throat go dry,
his pulse quicken.
Unable to hold himself back, Harry threw himself sturdily at Draco, propelling
the silver-haired Slytherin forcefully backwards, making them both lose their
balance and stagger into the stone wall with a painfully loud crash.
Draco grunted as the impact winded him hitting his shoulders and back with a
leaping snarl of pain; it made him blink and struggle to draw in necessarily
life force, and his knees sagging a little, he instinctively pushed his aching
shoulders flatly against the cold wall for support.
Taken aback by Harry’s aggression, Dumbledore knew he must stop the blows before
it all hopelessly escalated, but he again hesitated as Draco, instead of
fighting back, whimpered and snaked his arms around Harry’s waist… pulled him
closer, pinning their bodies together so that not a breath of air could pass
between them… crushed his own lips impatiently and ardently against the those of
the dark-haired boy.
The headmaster’s jaw dropped and he could not help but stand there, staring in
paralysed disbelief: Harry had responded by deepening the needy kiss for just an
instant, restraining Draco back against the wall, powerfully trapped by the
totality his significantly larger frame, then suddenly pushing himself away,
extracting himself of Draco’s hold.
The platinum blond whimpered again faintly as he felt the warm body abandon him.
“Such a tease you are Potter,” he whined with disappointent. Harry gave him a
wry look. “And Malfoy is always bitching. Just like his father…”
Biting his lip, Draco stepped closed the slight distance between them to stand
before Harry, offering him an endearingly innocent wide-eyed look. He flicked
his tongue enticingly and slowly rose to his tiptoes to reach Harry’s face,
steadying himself with a light hold on Harry’s shoulders.
“Certainly not like his father…” he whispered in a devastatingly silky tone,
words barely more that hot steam against Harry’s mouth, and caught that mouth
for a split second before the dark-haired boy pulled himself free for a second
time by wordlessly and unkindly pushing Draco away.
The smaller boy pouted and turned away with a sultry huff, pretending to sulk
and wander off dejectedly before suddenly falling to his hands and knees. He
prowled graciously back to Harry, set expression of determination similar to
that of a panther stalking its prey.
“I need you, Harry,” he purred letting the name role from his tongue
tantalisingly, playfully clawing at the other boy. He slipped his hand beneath
the hem of the blue robes, and ran his fingertips over the black fabric of
Harry’s trousers.
“I want you.”
Suppressing the tingle of longing that had started creeping from Draco’s fingers
up through his body, Harry stared down at him for an instant before beckoning
him to rise, shaking his head in mock-amazement.
“You never give up, do you?” he muttered with resignation, digging strong
fingers into Draco’s jaw to lift his face enough to make their mouths meet again
in mutual passion, then letting them glide around the tender skin of his neck as
Draco contentedly melted into the embrace, fine hands placed motionlessly over
Harry’s bony hips.
Their tongues met in brutal battle for control until Draco gave way, parting his
lips meekly and leaving the lead to Harry.
Pressed so intimately close to the lean body, Draco could feel Harry’s erection
pushing into him and could not resist squirming against it, making Harry draw in
a sharp intake of breath and move his mouth out of Draco’s reach.
“You little devil!” Harry gasped as the blood rushed to his head, pounding with
the desire to uncompromisingly ravage Draco on the spot, and flushing his cheeks
hotly. He gripped the long blond strands tightly in warning, and when Draco once
more teasingly brushed past the tip of his cock, entwined his fingers in that
sleek hair and wrenching Draco roughly away from him.
Harry’s every cell tingled, all instincts shouting and pleading with him to
forget about where he was and greedily consume Draco. It took all his strength
of will to resist the urge.
The Slytherin boy looked up at the breathlessly flushed boy slyly, head bent
slightly back to minimise the hurting pressure of Harry’s fistful of hair,
exposing the pale neck like a sacrifice. Harry lingered on that vulnerable skin,
his stomach lurching at the thought of how easy it would be to encircle the
swan-like neck and violently force Draco to his knees… to his mercy… make him
beg, make him howl, make...-
Quickly he jerked his eyes away and looked instead into Draco’s slate-grey eyes.
They were set rock-still at Harry’s face and when the two looks locked, grey
drowned in emerald green, tauntingly dilated by shamelessly lustful arousal.
Draco’s face bore once more the patented Malfoy, faintly sneering, expression of
smugness. He stared up at Harry as though daring him to do something, malicious
blue lightening playing in his irises.
“You do realise you are behaving like a spoilt and arrogant little brat, and I
shall have to punish you severely for this conduct?” Harry informed him slowly,
twisting the silky hair cruelly until Draco could no longer conceal his wince
and was forced to curve his spine even further back. The smirk instantaneously
vanished as Draco struggled to maintain his dignity.
Harry could have sworn a tremulous shiver ran through the lithe body of the boy
in his power, and brutally jerked his hand down a few inches so that Draco cried
out and nearly lost his balance in desperate attempt to force his spine to bend
at an impossible angle.
“I’m counting on it!” Draco gasped and collapsed to the floor unceremoniously as
Harry abruptly released him. “Your room or mine?” he continued innocently, voice
only slightly tinged by the bruises he could feel forming on his delicate skin.
He scrambled to regain his feet and senses, rubbing the small of his back with a
self-satisfied smirk as Harry starting marching off down the corridor.
Of course, Harry didn’t get any further than a couple steps before, unable to
resist the tow of temptation, twirling round to look at Draco standing the
middle of the corridor, dishevelled hair a silver shower of mayhem hanging
wildly in and around his face, usually pale tint slightly rosy, soft lips parted
to let ragged pants pass through in sync with the heaving of his chest. The grey
eyes were still minutely following Harry’s every move, yet they looked glazed
beneath sinfully long lashes. These latter fluttered a corrupt invitation.
Slowly, Draco sank to his knees again, sitting back on his legs.
“Damn you Malfoy” Harry hissed with bated breath, unable to tear his eyes away
from the beautiful boy. Draco submissively dropped his gaze and didn’t move
until he saw Harry’s robes fluttering in front of him.
“What have you done to me?” Harry exclaimed, shaking his head a little with a
concealed smile of pleasure as he savoured the sight of the smaller boy on his
knees, his vicious yet obedient little dragon for the taking.
“I want you.” Draco repeated stubbornly, still keeping his gaze deferentially
towards the floor.
“I’ll crawl after you through the whole school if you don’t do something about
it!” he added in an unfair menace, making Harry frown thoughtfully.
“Although the thought of that is quite a turn-on, I somehow don’t think it’s a
good idea. You’ll just have to start learning you can’t always have what you
want,” he finally answered in a mock-severe tone, allowing his eyes to twinkle
as Draco’s face sagged in dejected frustration.
“Harry.” The blond boy moaned pleadingly, and at length Harry crouched
down in front of him. A jagged, roughly cut nail trailed down the soft pale
skin, leaving a just perceptible red mark, like the shadow of a blood tear, on
Draco’s cheek, then traced along the clenched jaw, feeling Draco’s determination
in the tense muscles.
“Please!” Draco panted urgently and leant hopefully forwards.
Harry zigzagged his fingernails down the slender throat, delighted at the way
the tormented skin quivered against the teasing touch, and again he lingered to
relish the vulnerability of the dark angel before him. A sudden feeling of power
coursed through his veins, swept over his entire being.
Touching Draco, wanting Draco… having Draco, possessing him… Harry’s
erection desperately called for freedom, stretching his shorts most painfully,
and Harry hastily cut short that particular train of thought.
Draco’s eyes had closed and he was concentrating on the magical shudders caused
by the contact of their skin, determined not to miss out on a single sensation.
He felt the hand move caressingly to the base of his neck, playing along the
collar line for an instant before unexpectedly closing fiercely around his tie.
With a ragged shudder, Draco felt the silken fabric tighten mercilessly around
his neck and had no choice but to powerlessly follow the forward pull, opening
his eyes just in time to again totally and utterly drown in those depthless
pools of green, before pointed teeth caught his lower lip sharply.
The hand that was not holding Draco’s green and silver choke leash moved to his
throat again, drawing gentle circles on the soft, glistening skin beneath his
jaw.
Draco forced air past his constricted windpipe, his head hopelessly light, and
let Harry chew at his lips feeling the delicate skin tingle and bruise. His
entire body felt as though engulfed in flames, sweat now covering him like a
polished sheen, his cheeks flushed, his cock burning and yearning in frustration
at the lack of attention. Unconsciously, Draco’s own hands moved forwards to
slide over Harry’s strong arms, edging between the shoulders and the cloak, as
though willing the dark-haired boy out of his clothes.
Harry’s stomach sent thrilling sparks up and down his spin, making his fingers
curl helplessly and his muscles clench. Electricity flitted through his jaw and
all of a sudden he bit down, drawing a half-groan of pleasure, half-whine of
sheer pain from Draco as the razor-sharp teeth sliced cleanly through the tender
skin of his lip. Draco automatically drew back, increasingly the sensation, but
his watering eyes snapped open in sudden frustration as Harry pulled away.
The copper taste had had the immediate effect of jolting Harry back to reality
and with a gulp he jumped up nimbly.
“What have you done to me! Look at what I’m turning into!”
He forced himself away and fled swiftly, not looking back at the object of his
lust for fear of it hindering his escape with its irresistible magnetic
attraction.
Draco watched him go.
He stayed on his knees, pushing drenched hair out of the sweat-pearls glistening
on his moist face, then lapping at the free-running blood on the inside of his
lip tenderly whilst loosening his astringent tie and collar.
“Tonight Potter! Gryffindor tower, midnight!” he yelled after the Boy-who-lived
breathlessly, and could just imagine Harry’s fearful cringing expression in the
next corridor.
Gradually, Draco Malfoy got up and leant against the wall for support, relishing
the sting of broken skin as he desperately struggled to reorganise his thoughts
whilst waiting for his saccaded breathing and burning erection to subside… it
would be so easy to end the torture with a single swift stroke of long fingers,
but Draco was not inclined to succumb to simplicity which in his mind equalled
weakness. So the fire in him burnt on… for a long while his mind seemed unable
to focus on anything that was not Harry “green-eyes” Potter.
Dumbledore retreated, complete and utter incredulity etched on his old face. He
had seen many things in the course of his long career, but the image of Harry
Potter enthusiastically dominating a not only consenting but beseeching
Malfoy in a Hogwarts corridor was without doubt the most unforeseen and
astonishing ever.
Oh my. Dumbledore hurried on to the Great Hall, mind in storm-like
turmoil.
When he sat down with a silent nod of greeting at the teachers, Draco’s craving
lust and Harry’s intoxicating power over the little dragon were still fresh in
his perturbed mind.
The End?
©Anne Phoenix
12th February 2002
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