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works/3493952.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sweet_Revenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-06 Words: 1594
****** Humiliation ******
by Dracones_Angelus_(darkangel_27)
Summary
     Humiliation can lead to some very satisfying revenge.
Draco walked around the Grounds of Hogwarts, silently fuming after the
humiliation he had faced at the wand of Moody. Why was it Potter always came
off smelling like roses when he suffered humiliation and his father's wrath at
every turn. He knew when his father heard about this latest embarrassment he
would be in for the belt. He was passing the Quidditch pitch when he saw the
object of his anger flying high above the ground. With a sly smile he walked
into the changing rooms. No-one would know if he got a little bit of vengeance
on the Golden Boy.
-x-x-x-x-
Harry had been flying for around an hour, his mind on the Tri-Wizard Tournament
as well as on his guilt for what Moody had done to Malfoy. No-one deserved to
be humiliated in that way even if the blond arsehole had been planning to hex
him with his back turned. If it hadn’t been for Professor McGonagall, Merlin
only knew, how far their Defence Professor would have taken his punishment.
After seeing the mangled ex-auror casting Unforgivables in the classroom, Harry
doubted he would be bothered by doing some not so nice things to the suspected
Death Eaters son. Harry was just glad McGonagall had turned up when she had.
He had come to the pitch to get away from his housemates. They were all
laughing and joking and enjoying Malfoys humiliation but after being humiliated
time and again by Dudley and his friends, Harry could never find that kind of
thing amusing. His friends couldn’t understand why so he had come out to fly.
He had missed feeling the wind in his face, the cold bite of it nipping at his
skin making him feel alive through the pain it caused. He felt free up in the
air, like nothing could touch him or hurt him. No one could catch him up here,
trap him, lock him away and forget about him. In the sky he could be Harry,
just Harry, like he dreamed of being on the ground.
He would have spent eternity up amongst the clouds but responsibilities,
friends and tiredness eventually brought him back to ground softly. He headed
towards the changing rooms, trying to put off his return to the Tower. He knew
his friends would be starting to worry about him but he couldn’t find the
energy to care at the moment. He needed a few moments as himself before
replacing the masks, plus he was sweaty from the flying and it was rare to find
a moment when the showers were completely empty.
He walked into the changing room and went over to his locker. They had been
designed to open to the owners energy signature to prevent opponents tampering
with one anothers kit and belongings. He opened his and grabbed himself a clean
set of clothes and a towel for after his shower, along with his smaller spare
wash kit he had placed in his locker sometime around Year Two. He headed off to
the shower, making sure the door to the changing room was locked. Mad-Eyes
‘constant vigilance’ speech must have been wearing off on him.
He turned the shower on and let it get as hot as he could bare it as he
stripped off his dirty, sweaty clothes. Once he was naked he plunged himself
under the steaming, hot stream hissing as the water burned his skin before it
acclimated to the heat. He didn’t hear the footsteps until it was too late. He
found himself pinned up against the tiled wall, head aching and nose bleeding
from where it had made contact with the wall. A hard clothed body had him
secured and the feel of a wand pressed against the base of his skull prevented
him from struggling too much. He tried to remember where his wand was and
groaned when he remembered it was in his locker. So much for constant vigilance
he must have locked his attacker in with him. His breathing grew heavy as the
body pushed him harder against the wall, his heart racing as he fought the
panic that threatened to set in.
“So wheres your teacher now Potter?” Harry heard in a familiar drawl. He tried
to turn his head but the wand pressed harder into his neck.
“What do you want Malfoy?” He asked angrily, the awkwardness of the situation
was beginning to set in.
“You humiliated me Potter, for that I think you deserve to feel a little bit of
humiliation yourself.” Harry struggled against him, trying to get loose but
couldn’t. He started to feel a familiar stirring in his groin, how could being
pinned naked and vulnerable be arousing? Harry worried for his own psyche then.
“I didnt do anything Malfoy, you got mouthy, you tried to hex me when my back
was turned. You got what you deserved.” He wasn’t surprised when he heard a
growl of anger, he was surprised that he was forcibly turned around to see his
attacker. “So now you have me Malfoy, what are you going to do?”
-x-x-x-x-
That was a good question. Draco didn’t have a clue what he was going to do now.
He had thought of tying Potter to one of the Quidditch goals but when he had
seen the boy showering an unexpected feeling came over him. He got horny. The
shape of Potters arse, the muscles of his back and shoulder made him forget his
original intention and instead made him crave touching the boy. When he had him
pinned between himself and the cold tiled wall, Malfoy had to bite his lip to
prevent a groan from passing them. His cock fit perfectly at the other lads
cheeks and he just prayed the other lad didn’t notice the hard on poking at the
cleft of his arse.
Potters strugglings only proved to harden his erection further and he knew that
if he didn’t back off soon it would be him humiliated again. When Potter
claimed that he deserved to be humiliated, it snapped something inside of him.
He would show Potter humiliation. “So now you have me Malfoy, what are you
going to do?” the taunt made him see red. He punched Potter in the stomach and
as the boy doubled over he pushed him to the floor. He would show Potter his
place. He hadn’t been expecting Potter to get his own blow in, barely missing
Draco’s still erect cock, causing the blond to drop his wand as he bent double.
Draco launched himself at the boy and they scrambled for Draco’s wand trying
their hardest to prevent the other boy from getting it.
Draco was aware that Potter seemed to be as hard as he was and wondered if the
testosterone was to blame. That thought resulted in a broken nose. They
continued to fight for dominance over one another, trying to reach for the
discarded wand. Draco groaned as his hand circled his wand and his groin rubbed
against Potters thigh. He managed to flip them so he was on top before casting
a Petrificus Totalus on Potter.
Finally the boy stilled beneath him but Draco moaned in frustration at the loss
of friction. The fight had certainly got his blood boiling but for a completely
different reason than when he first entered the changing room. He needed to
come. Having the naked boy hard beneath him, cock still erect as if wanting it
as well prevented Draco from thinking of anything but his completion. He was
too far gone. He rubbed himself against Harrys bound, frozen body. Rubbed his
aching cock against that Potters. It wasn’t enough, he needed to feel skin.
“I know you want this Potter.” he said frantically undoing his zipper to free
his aching cock. “This is the least you can do for the trouble you’ve caused me
over the years.” He told the prone boy as he lined his cock up next to Potters
and began to rub himself against his prisoner. He moaned as the sensations
seemed to radiate up and down his spine. He needed this, he deserved this after
the humiliation he had faced. His thrusts got harder and quicker as his cock
sought for the friction to bring him to completion. “Oh god, Potter, wait until
I tell the Slytherins you just lay there and let me do what I wanted to you.”
He groaned, his hand wrapping itself around his and Potters cocks, it was just
the right amount of pressure he needed. He felt the pressure building in his
balls and lower stomach before he finally spilt his seed all over Potters
stomach and chest.
He collapsed into a heap on the hexed boy, feeling the come soak through his
shirt. Once he gained his breath he raised himself up and ran his fingers
through his own come. “Well you have your uses after all.” He told the boy
before smearing his come onto the boys closed lips, pushing a finger through
the soft muscles to coat the inside of his lips. “Do I taste good Potter?” he
asked, completely caught up in the power of it all. He stood and looked down at
the boy “You look edible like that Potter.” he told his rival before casting a
cleaning charm on his clothes and heading out the door. As he reached it he
through a Finite in Harrys direction and walked out with a smile as he heard
Harry scream his orgasm. Who knew revenge could be so satisfying.
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