Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/10064321. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter Character: Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy Additional Tags: Explicit_Language, Slash_sex, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, Angst, Tragedy, Drama, Humor, Parody Collections: HPFandom Stats: Published: 2008-09-13 Completed: 2008-11-09 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 4084 ****** A Ruling Passion ****** by inulover8952 [archived by HPFandom_archivist] Summary Basically, Draco is obsessed with Harry and he gets caught.. watching him...herm. It goes on from there with all the slashy-ness :] It's told from both Harry and Draco's perspective.(this story is pretty OOC by the way) . Notes Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection profile. ***** Obsession ***** Chapter One; Obsession Have you ever noticed how black Harry Potter’s hair is? Or how cute his glasses are? I have. I, of course mean this in the most impolite manner possible, after all I am his nemesis, Draco Malfoy. But really, how could anyone not notice these things? I still loathe him, it’s not my fault he’s stunningly beautiful. It’s not like I’m obsessed with him or anything. Oh shit. He saw me. *runs out of bathroom* Ok, maybe I’m a little obsessed. **** Was that Malfoy? I swear to god, I keep seeing him in the most random place… like behind the wall while I’m changing in the locker room… Ha, it’s like he’s my stalker or something, and not a very stealthy one at that. I’m pretty sure that’s not the case though, he hates me way to much to be a stalker. Besides, he’s a good looking boy, I’m sure he has a girlfriend or something… unless he’s gay. AHAHAHA, that’s about as likely as me passing my last potions test. Ohmigod! I passed my potions test… hah. **** Oh wow, he’s showering. Look at that cock, that, that rooster… wait what? Rooster? Wow, what’s wrong with me. You know it is really uncomfortable laying in vents, but the view is so worth it. Oh god, he’s gonna wash it. Yea Harry, wash em’. Wouldn’t want them to get all dirty, yea, stroke it. BANG Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I fell, I knew I should have reinforced those bars. Shit, RUN! **** *blinks*. Um was Draco Malfoy just watching me shower? I really don’t even know how to react to that. He just sort of fell, stared at my, erm, length, and then ran away. Maybe I’m just seeing thing… really realistic things. **** Ahh, the things I just saw. I was so close to him I could have touched his, godly, sexy, naked body. Just think about it gives me a boner. I WANT TO FUCK HIM Hem, not that I like him or anything….. Oh all right fine I’m lying. I want suck him off until he se stars, and hear that sexy voice moan my name over and over, I want to insert myself inside of him and thrust until I burst. I’m a perv. I should probably avoid him for a while after today’s little ‘incident’, though. Wait, I have potions with him tomorrow. Well that’s going to be uncomfortable. **** I still haven’t figured out why Malfoy was watching me shower yesterday. I have no clue how to confront him about it either. ‘Oh hi Draco. Hey, do you like to look at my soaped cock?’ Yea, that would work out well. Is he staring at me? I’ll just ignore his gaze. **** You would think that after what happened yesterday I would know better then to stare at Harry, but I just can’t stop looking. Not now that I know what lies under those robes. The things I want to do him! I scare myself, I’m getting rather obsessive. END NOTE: Yeah, so I've already posted this on another site, but I thought I'd try it out here too. Reviews my friends are like lube, it is necessary!!! REVIEW (more chapters will be up shortly) ***** (Almost) Rape in the Locker Room. ***** Author's notes: nuba dos! =============================================================================== Chapter 2; (Almost) Rape in the Locker Room. I feel a bit self-conscious right now. Ever sense that incident with Draco I’m always a bit on edge while changing in the locker room. I never know if he’s hiding somewhere, watching me. How weird is it that I’m even thinking this? I mean we’re talking about Draco Malfoy. Mr. High-and-Mighty. I should probably stop standing here and pondering this though, and change . **** He’s just standing there naked, its like he’s asking me to fuck him. You know, if I did it just right I might be able to come up from behind, so he can’t see me, and just… well you know… No that’s absurd, who would do something like that? Me that’s who. I soundlessly take off my pants, tiptoe over to him, cast a lube spell, and grab him from behind. Lucky for me he was bending over to pick something up. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Parting his cheeks I insert myself. I’m surprised that he hasn’t tried to look behind himself. I slowly push myself in, a little at a time, each time receiving a little moan from Harry. God his ass is tight. I’m in just about as far as I can get, I take hold of his hips and begin to thrust back and forth. I have never in my life felt this much pleasure. I can’t hold it in, I burst with a loud groan. **** When I turn around to see who has just came in my arse, I’m not too surprised to see that it’s Draco. Well now I know for sure he’s gay. And Mr. High-and- Mighty-Fag has gotten me really hard. “Suck it” I command. “What?” he says, shocked. “ You heard me, You think you can just get me hard and then walk away?” Draco just looks at me for am moment, the steps closer to me, and gets down on his knees. That was too easy. He wraps his moist mouth around my hard cock. He licks the tips a little making me go crazy, while rubbing my shaft. Then he deep throats it. My god he is good at this. Watching his blonde little head bob up and down like that is unbelievably erotic. I reach my climax and let my cum slide down his throat, moaning his name. **** Wow, did everything I wanted just happen? I did “insert myself inside of him”, I don’t know if he saw stars, but he did moan my name. I’m still standing here awkwardly with Harry, naked as can be. “I should…erm go.” I mummer. “Yea, uh… Homework….” He mumbles back. I nod and walk away, heading for my dormitory. I wonder what all this means, did I just rape someone? Well no, I mean he did ask me to blow him so it wasn’t really forced. Still I have to wonder if this is just going to stay a one night stand, or if we might, well, date. But what if he’s already seeing someone? Oh god that would make me a bit of a whore wouldn’t it? **** God I’m lame, “uh… homework”. I’m still have trouble getting over the fact that I just got my first bj, not only from a guy, but from Malfoy. This is not how I saw it in my wet dreams. We’ve always hated each other, so how weird would it be if we started dating? What happens now? **** I wake up still thinking about the evening before. I’m just glad we don’t have any classes together today, it’ll give me sometime to figure out what I’m going to do. I don’t even know if Harry wants to keep this up. I guess we wouldn’t really make a good couple, seeing as we’re enemies and all. Can you imagine Crabbe and Goyle’s reaction to something like that? They’d probably just stand there dumbfounded, that would be a laugh. My god I can’t even stay on topic, this is serious, I semi-raped someone!   END NOTES: Yes put up the second chapter well I was at it. Fun chapter title, right? (More later?) Reviewing is like lube, its necessary!! So please rewiew!! ***** Well, Well, Well. ***** Chapter 3; Well, Well, Well. It’s been a couple of weeks since me and Harry have even spoken to each other. I can’t get him out of my head, I keep replaying that one amazing night over and over in my head. I’m in potions at the moment and I keep ruining my potion because I’ve been looking back to see if Harry’s looking at me, (how teenage girl is that?). However, Class is almost over so there’s not much I can do to fix it now. Snape is telling us to put the samples on his desk and clean up. Everyone is leaving but I’m staying behind to see if I can at least get this thing to turn the right color, I’m really rather good at potions, I‘m just distracted. I turn around to find that I’m not the only one lingering behind, Harry is standing there as well staring at his potion. Snape leaves the room muttering something about the store room and tells us to hurry up and get out. Me and Harry both go up to put our potions on Snape’s desk. “Erm, so how are you” I ask, god I’m lame. “Uh, fine” He replies. “That’s good..” Well now I’ve already run out of things to talk about. We both go back to our desks to get to our things. I look around, Snape still isn’t back Maybe if I just go up to him and give him a little hug… oh, fuck it. I make my way towards him, then tap him on the shoulder. The minute he turns around I lock lips with him. To my astonishment, he kisses back. He parts his lips and I slip my tongue in his mouth (even his spit taste good). I was in the middle of exploring Harry’s lovely mouth when I was interrupted. “Well, well, well, what do we have here” Smirks non-other than Snape. Oh gods, when the hell did Snape get here… well it is his classroom I suppose. “Uh” was all I could manage to say before darting out the door, with Harry trialing me. When we got far enough away for old Snape, Harry stops me. “What the bloody hell was that” He yells “Um well… a kiss” I answer. “You could have picked a better time you know” Harry snaps. “Is that all you’re angry about then?” I question “Well duh, you know how much Snape already hates-” “You didn’t mind the kissing then?” I smirk. “Well, it wasn’t, um, you know, bad.” He stutters, blushing. “Was it good?” I press on. “I guess…um, yea, it was… good.” He spits out. “Wow, you sound like a nervous prat” I tease “Oh, your one to talk, spying on me in the shower, then fucking me later” He retorts. “Shut up, you didn’t really mind it. ‘suck it’ was your response I believe.” I had him there so I took advantage of his silence by pulling him in through the nearest door. Which turned out to be an empty classroom, my god, how of these are there in this place? Never mind all that. I shove Harry up against the wall and pull him into a kiss. I wrap my tongue around his and he rubs the small of my back. I’m getting a boner already. Harry breaks away from the kiss. “Draco shouldn’t we be in class” “We should be, but what do you expect me to do with this?” I say pointing down. “I can’t go to class with it sticking out and such.” “Really, come one now all I did was kiss you” Harry laughs. “but we really should get to class” “Hello, boner, remember?” I reply. “Cover it up” “With what, a book? I don’t think that’s going to work!’ “Maybe I could… get rid of it then…” He smile at me. You know we really have no discipline, we’re not even technically dating and this will be our second sexual encounter. None the less I nod at him and he slinks to his knees, moving my robes and unzipping my pants. Teasing me a little, he puts his tongue on my knee and traces it up to my throbbing erection. He is so seductively gorgeous. He plays with my head, running his finger around it, then putting it in his mouth. Then he goes all out, placing my cock in his mouth and sucking it off. At this point I’m huffing heavily, trying with every bit of strength I have not to scream his name, fearing that someone will hear. I whisper his name, releasing my cum into his mouth. “Better now” Harry jokes, but I ignore his question. I pull my pants back up, and plop down onto the floor. Harry sits down next to me, and I look him straight in the eyes. “Harry where are we going with this” I ask “what do you mean?” “I mean with us, are we… dating?” “Well, do you want to?” he questions. “I don’t know about you but I want to” I inform him. “Then I guess we are… dating” He confirms. It sounds as weird to me as it does to him, I’m sure. With that we both leave for our classes, which we were extremely late for. I had a lot of trouble concentrating for the rest of the day. I couldn’t believe everything that had just happened. It’s a relief knowing that me and Harry are on the same page, but Snape is definitely a problem. I guess all he can really do is tell people, but he’s not the gossip type, is he? That doesn’t change the fact that it’s going to make potions class more unbearable.   END NOTES: Come on HPFandom! I know you guys want to review!!! ***** Harsh ***** Chapter 4; Harsh. So… I’m dating Draco Malfoy now. That really doesn’t sound right does it? But I was there. It happened. I suppose it will just take some getting used to. However, for now we need to keep it a secret. Ron probably won’t be that much of a problem, but Hermione is a bit more observant than he is. We’re just going to have to be a little bit more careful. We’ve already kind of screwed our selves over though, huh? I mean Snape knows. Although I guess that despite the fact that he’s an ass, he can’t really say anything. It would be discrimination, and the wizarding world is not very acceptant of that. Regardless, I leave my thoughts and head down for the Great Hall for breakfast. The moment I sit down Hermione starts questioning me. “Why were you late for class yesterday?” she inquires, “I mean you're never late for class and-” “Hermione” I interrupted, “I just got, er, held up in the bathroom” I lied. “Held up?” she questioned. “Um, long line.” “Harry, you were forty-five minutes late!” “Who cares? It’s not a big deal. Just drop it.” I said defensively. Hermione really doesn’t like being told not to question things… or speak for that matter. Which is why she started giving me the silent treatment, which I was just fine with. Hermione continued not to speak to me through out the day, and I listened to all of my teachers drone on and on during lessons. But all too soon it was time for potions, and I really wasn’t looking forward to it. To make matters worse, Hermione decided that now was the time to break her silent treatment and start asking me questions. Snape was approaching our table and I really couldn’t have him hearing this. “Shut up” I hissed at Hermione, she looked like she was about to cry. I felt a little bad but I really could not have Snape hearing her. “Mr. Potter,” Snape said, stopping at our table. “Yes,” I said annoyed. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk during my class, I tire of your inappropriate behavior in my classroom.” He mocks. God this class is Hell. **** Oh god, Snape is over there tormenting Harry. I can barely watch. Uhhg, why can’t I just date the boy of my dreams in peace? This class is such crap. I just want to curl up in a little ball and die of humiliation. Okay well maybe I’m being a little over dramatic, but that’s just how I am. At least now Snape has left Harry alone to dither on about his potion. He puts some instructions on the board and tells us to get to work. To my surprise Snape is leaving me alone. I can actually concentrate on my potion. I’m almost done and Snape hasn’t said a word to me. I put the finishing touches on my potion and bring it up to Snape’s desk. “Malfoy will you stay after class? I need to talk to you,” Snape says not even looking at me. Damn I knew it was coming. I glance over at Harry and he gives me a concerned look, which I return. Once everyone had left the room Snape shut the door and proceeded to talk to me. “So what was that little ordeal with Harry yesterday?” he asks. “Um I don’t-” He throws me an acrid look “I saw you two so don’t even try to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” I stay silent. “So are you two dating?” He asks, but I don’t respond. “Have you felt him… have you felt inside of his nice little ass? Have you had the pleasure of touching his luscious erection?” “Um what?” that’s just a little creepy. “You know I’ve always wanted him, but you had to go and steal him, didn’t you?” “You what?!” “Have you taken his innocence?” “I really don’t see how that’s any of your-” “You took my toy away! I could have had him, I was going to take his innocence for myself, but now you’ve ruined that!!” “I- what do you mean you were going to?” “Now, you need to be punished for taking what was meant to be mine!” He yelled, grabbing me. He pulled out some tape and handcuffs from his desk (he really just keeps those there?). He quickly chained me to his desk and forced my mouth shut with tape. Was this really happening? Was he going to rape me? I heard him mutter a spell and felt my clothes leave me. I knew what was coming, but I really wished I was wrong. He harshly parted my cheeks. Oh god no. He penetrated me and it hurt, he didn’t go slowly. I was screaming through the tape, each time he violently thrust in and out it became harder to hold back tears. I stopped trying to move away, he seemed to like it when I squirmed. I really couldn’t take this anymore. I could feel myself bleeding, and tears were pouring out of my eyes. I want him to stop. My mind seemed to go numb and all I could think was, stop, stop, stop. And finally I got my wish, he reached his peak and I felt a warm liquid mix with my blood. He uncuffed me and turned me around. He looked me in the eye “Have you learned your lesson?” I didn’t reply I just averted my eyes and looked down at the ground. “Apparently not,” He ripped off the tape and before I could even catch my breath, he bit down on my nipple, pushing it hard between his teeth. A scream burst out of my mouth. He bit down a little harder before releasing my purpled nipple from his clenching teeth. “Don’t even think about telling anyone,” he whispered into my ear, “It will only make things worse.” He pushed me off his desk, and murmured a spell so my clothes would reappear.” Get out of my sight” was all he had to say, and I did so gladly. It hurt when I walk, but I managed to get to the bathroom with out anyone asking why I was walking funny. I turned on the shower and collapsed on the floor. I just sat there, curled up in a little ball weeping with the warm water running over my body. I had actually looked up to Snape at one point, and now he had done something so cruel to me. I hate him. And what had he meant he was going to have Harry? That comment scared me. No matter how hot I turned the water I couldn’t get the feeling of Snape’s hands roaming all over me to leave. I feel dead. I don’t want to do anything   END NOTES: I SORRY!! I know I hate me too! Review it! Even if you hate it! Remember Reviews are like lube, VERY necessary! (as Snape has just demonstrated for all of us) ***** Storing Secrets ***** Chapter 5: Storing Secrets It’s been almost a week since the last time I even talked to Draco, let alone spent any time with him. He came on to me, had sex with me twice, and now he’s just not talking to me? Was it really all just lust? But then why would he say we should date? We’re certainly not acting like a couple. Well the way I see it, I have two choices: I can a)continue feeling like a whore, or b) try to confront him. I think I’ll try meeting him later tonight, I pull out a piece of parchment and scribble a note. Draco, Meet me in the Prefects' bathroom tonight around 11. -Harry P.S. The password is Draconifors Good enough. My next class is Potions ,but Draco hasn’t been showing up for that class for some puzzling reason. So I suppose that leaves me with Care of Magical Creatures. **** I haven’t gone to Potions all week. I can’t stand the sight of Snape. Just looking at him makes me cringe. Instead of wasting my time in that classroom, I just go to my dorm and read. Try and think about anything else. **** I managed to get the note to Draco somewhat discreetly. I just sort of walked by him and dropped it in his hand. I really hope no one saw. This whole note thing makes me feel like a school girl, but don’t fret; I am not in a school girl uniform right now nor have I ever thought about dressing like one… Well maybe once or twice. **** Harry wants to meet me. I really don’t know if I will. After what Snape did, I just find it so hard to be around Harry. The things he said… No. I can’t let this happen. I won’t let Snape intimidate me to the point where I don’t feel comfortable around my own boyfriend. I can’t keep avoiding him. **** I grab my Invisibility Cloak and leave for the Prefects bathroom the minute someone opens the portrait. When I arrive, I am disappointed to see that Draco isn’t here yet. I keep myself content by playing with the bathroom sinks for about fifteen minutes before Draco finally arrives. “Took you long enough,” I grumble. “You know how hard it is to get around Filch” “Oh, sorry.” I never stopped to think about the fact that Draco doesn’t have the same resources as I do. We were silent for a little while after that. “Care to explain why you haven’t talked to me all week?” I said, deciding to break the ice. “ Um. I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy…” “Like hell you’ve been busy!” I snap. “I’m sorry. Okay? Is there anything else, or did you just call me here to try and guilt trip me?” Where does he get off being angry?! “Not really…” “Then I’ll just leave!” He says, turning for the door. “No, wait.. Don’t go yet!” I said. It seemed like a waste not to use this private time we had together. “What do you want?” He’s a bit slow today, isn’t he? I grab his hand, pulling him into a kiss. He parts his lips and I slip my tongue in his sweet, wet mouth. God, I’m horny. I look down and notice he’s wearing a button down shirt and no robe. I start kissing a path along his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as I go. I start to work my way to his left nipple. I stop, however, and notice something. His left nipple is purple, bruised. Draco looks at me with nervous eyes. “What-” I begin to ask. “I have to go,” he murmured as he ran out the door. What the hell was that? This scares me. Is he with another person… Are they really kinky? Or could it be something else? **** What am I going to do? ?What does Harry think? I don’t know what I could possibly tell him. I’m scared to tell him the truth. Snape wanted him; if I tell Harry, he could confront Snape. Snape would do the same to him… or worse. And it would be all my fault. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!