Hex Me or Kiss Me Book One

Mine, Not His

Harry frowned at the way Draco had moved up his body. He had just been sucked off, not Draco. Draco shouldn't have been so exhausted. "Draco ..." Harry began slowly. "What's the matter with you? Please don't try to tell me that it's nothing worth noticing or any of that." He spoke softly, not wanting to upset Draco.
Draco sighed but didn't reply, nuzzling in against Harry and closing his eyes. He just wanted to sleep a little.
"Draco," Harry tried again, shaking him a little. "Draco, don't go to sleep." He was afraid of what was happening to Draco; he'd never seen him look so frail and sick.
Draco heard Harry, but the words weren't really making any sense. He clutched Harry closer to him, burying his face against the other boy's shoulder, and tried again to go to sleep.
Harry shook Draco again, more forcefully this time. "Draco, get up," he said. "Get up right now." He began to panic a little when Draco didn't move. Harry shook him a few more times and then sat up suddenly, remembering what Draco had said earlier. He dove to the floor to fish his wand out of his pocket and then got back to his feet quickly. "Ennervate!" he said, pointing his wand at Draco.
Draco found himself suddenly very awake. He was dizzy and he felt like hell, but he was definitely up. He looked up from his prone position on the couch to find Harry naked and pointing a wand at him. He scowled. "What the fuck?"
"You wouldn't wake up!" Harry exclaimed, heart still beating madly with panic. He placed his wand on the table and then dropped on the couch next to Draco. He looked at him very seriously. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.
Draco groaned, closing his eyes and huffing. "Besides the gnomes dancing on my skull and you yelling?" he asked.
Harry frowned. "Sorry," he said, "but you know what I mean." He was determined to get an answer out of Draco, even if he had to sit there all night.
"I am just tired," Draco said with a sigh, rubbing his temples with his fingers.
"Yeah, right," said Harry, frowning. "Simply being tired doesn't make you literally pass out unless you haven't slept in days; come to think of it, maybe you haven't. Simply being tired doesn't make you look almost grey." He picked up one of Draco's arms and shook it in his face. "You aren't eating. I know you're not."
Draco rolled his eyes and smirked. "I just ate you, if you hadn't noticed."
Harry rolled his eyes too. "Draco, I'm serious," he said, a pained expression on his face. "If you don't stop, you could get really sick. Maybe you should go to Pomfrey or something. Get some Pepper- Up Potion ...."
"I can and do make my own potions." Draco sighed and forced himself to sit up. That was maybe not the best idea though. The room spun and he nearly blacked out. "Yeah," he said, "I haven't slept a lot in the last couple days. Been a bit busy."
"Been a bit busy with what exactly?" Harry asked, crossing his arms. "I've been with you the past few days. You haven't seemed busy." He was not going to let up.
Draco laughed, a grin stretching his face. "Busy with you, you git."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Have I been preventing you from eating?" he asked stonily.
Draco shrugged. "Haven't really been hungry." He paused, then added, "For food, at least."
"Stop trying to make me think about sex," Harry said firmly. "It isn't going to work. And you say I'm a bad liar. At least I lie about stuff I might be able to get away with. Your body's screaming that you're lying."
Draco shook his head, leaning against the sofa and stretching his arms out across the back. "What do you want from me, Harry?"
"I want you to eat something," Harry answered. "I want you to sleep at night, and I want you to ... ugh, I don't know. Just do the first two things, please. I don't really want you to keel over dead in the middle of a fuck," he added, shaking his head. "What if that is exactly what I want?" Draco asked, his voice quiet and serious.
Harry's eyes went wide. "Don't say that," he said, frowning deeply.
"You ask for the truth, but then you don't want to hear it," Draco snapped. "The truth is that I die or someone you love does."
Harry's breath hitched. "What?" he asked, almost inaudibly.
Draco closed his eyes, unable to look Harry in the face. "I have been ordered to kill someone, someone you care about. And if I don't do it before a certain date, then I will die. It isn't that hard to understand."
Harry's breathing became heavy. "If that's true," he said quietly, "then someone I love will die either way."
Draco nodded, opening his eyes but not looking at Harry's face, staring off to his left as if examining his fingernails. "So, it is better this way. I die but the other person lives. I don't have to do it then."
"Who is it?" Harry asked, voice terribly strained. "Please, Draco, who is it?" He didn't want to know, he didn't, but he had to.
"I can't tell you," Draco said, pulling his arms down and resting his hands in his lap.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, not allowing the tears to fall. He didn't know what to do. He felt more lost than he had ever felt in his life. "I don't want you to die, Draco," he said, suddenly furious. "I'll fucking kill Voldemort."
Draco reached his right hand out, holding Harry's chin in his hand, stroking his thumb over the other boy's lips. "Yes, you do that." He smiled. "I would appreciate that. But it won't stop this, even if you do."
Harry couldn't hold his tears back anymore. "Please," he sobbed. "Please. I'll do anything if you'll just let me help you." He pulled Draco to him and held him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled into Harry's arms, his right arm around Harry's waist. He was quiet while Harry cried against him. "Not a damn thing you can do about this, Harry. Unless you want to help me die, that is."
"I don't want to help you die!" Harry cried. "Why wouldn't killing Voldemort stop all this! If I kill him, then you won't have to do anything anymore!" Harry was frantic now. "I can kill him! I know how!"
Draco shook his head and pulled back from Harry, looking him
in the eyes. "Sit back and I will show you why."
Harry frowned, but reluctantly let go of Draco, sniffing. "What is
it?" he asked, dreading whatever it would be.
Draco closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He
then reached his right hand over and unbuttoned his left shirt cuff. He pulled the cuff up until most of his left forearm was exposed.
In the place where Harry had suspected the Dark Mark was a green and black ring around Draco's arm. As Harry looked more closely, it seemed to move, coiling tighter. With a start, he realised it was a snake and that its mouth was attached to the inside of Draco's arm. "Draco, what the hell is that thing?" Harry shouted upon seeing the snake. He was overcome with a sudden urge to reach over and pull it off him.
"Don't touch it," Draco hissed, pulling his arm back to make sure Harry didn't reach for it.
Harry just continued to stare at it. "What is it?" he repeated, horrified.
"It's a binding serpent," Draco said in a tone that implied everything to him.
Harry was confused. He'd never heard of that before. "I don't know what that is," he said, wiping at his tear-streaked face.
Draco shook his head. "It is Dark magic." He sighed. "The serpent is poisonous and, as you can see, it has its fangs embedded in my skin. At the target's death, it will release me. If the deadline arrives before that person's death, then it will kill me. I am told there is no cure and it is quite painful."
Harry frowned deeply. "Th – there's nothing you can do?" he asked quietly, staring into Draco's eyes. "There has to be something," he added with a desperate edge.
Draco let his head fall back against the couch. "Do you think I haven't tried? That I haven't researched this?"
Harry didn't know what to do. He pulled his own hair. "Can't you just – just pull it off or something?" he asked, already knowing that it was an absurd suggestion.
Draco glared at Harry for a minute, snorting. He wasn't sure whether or not to even dignify that suggestion with an answer. Harry groaned and covered his face with his hands. "What do I do?" he asked anxiously. He wasn't sure whom he was talking to. "What do I do?"
"Nothing," Draco said. "Nothing can be done. If you try to remove it, it kills me then. If you don't, it will kill me later."
Harry's brain wouldn't allow him to accept that. "No," he said determinedly. "No, that can't be it." He felt his eyes start to fill with tears again, but he furiously kept them at bay. He got to his feet and began pacing.
Draco sat quietly, watching Harry. He had gone through a similar period himself at first.
Harry paced for a good full minute before stopping suddenly and flinging himself back down on the couch. He closed his eyes tightly. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even know where to begin. This wasn't his area of expertise .... Perhaps if Hermione knew ... but that was too much to think about.
Draco reached up and pulled the shirtsleeve down again and fastened the cuff. He continued to sit quietly, watching Harry.
"Draco, you can't expect me to just accept this," Harry said quietly after sitting silently for a few minutes. He sounded strained and tired.
"Harry," Draco sighed, "do you think I want it to be this way? Especially now?" He reached a hand out and laid it on Harry's back, rubbing soothing circles.
Harry leaned forward and buried his face in his hands again. "There has to be some other way," he whispered weakly through his fingers one last time.
"The person I have to kill dies, or I die," Draco whispered. He ran his hand up Harry's back and petted his hair.
"Draco, please tell me who it is," Harry said, looking up at him. "Please. What if we can work something out?" Harry was running through important people that mattered to him .... The Weasleys, Hermione, Lupin, Dumbledore, Hagrid .... It could've been so many people .... Who was someone Voldemort would tell Draco Malfoy to kill ...? "It doesn't matter, Harry," Draco said. "I am not going to do it. So that means that I will be dead when I turn seventeen."
"Draco, it does matter!" Harry shouted, turning to face him. "What if they can help you!" He was frantic again; he couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else to Voldemort. Could not stand it.
Draco watched Harry rant, feeling completely disconnected from it. He felt cold and quiet. "At least I won't have to take the Dark Mark this way," he said quietly.
"I'd rather you take the fucking Dark Mark than die, Draco! Why don't you care! Why won't you do something? Let me do something!" He'd grabbed Draco's shoulders now.
Draco winced and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were a hard, cold grey. "You do not know what you are saying. You want me to become a murderer? Because that's what it means, Harry. Taking the Dark Mark would mean killing anyone and everyone He told me to kill. That would be better than dying?"
Harry gave him a pained look. "No," he groaned. He pulled Draco to him and hugged him tightly. "Why does this have to happen now?" he whispered.
Draco laid his head on Harry's chest, sighing happily at the feel of him, of being held by him. "Well, it could be worse," he whispered. "What if I hadn't kissed you?"
Harry closed his eyes and clutched Draco tighter. "That would be the worst thing in the entire world," he said, tears falling now. He felt like a hole was forming next to the one Sirius had caused, and Draco wasn't even gone yet.
"Yes," Draco whispered, holding Harry against him and petting him. He stroked his hair and rubbed circles on his back, trying to calm him down.
Harry wasn't sure what to do next. What could he do but sit there in Draco's arms, feeling helpless? He hated feeling helpless, hated it. He felt like he was going to throw up again. He sat up suddenly, tears still falling from his now furious eyes. "I'll fucking kill him. I swear I'll fucking kill him, Draco."
Draco nodded, smiling sadly. "After I die, you can kill Him," he agreed. "Right now, I want to be with you."
More tears fell from Harry's eyes at Draco's words, but he nodded, pulling Draco to him and kissing him hard on the mouth, probably hard enough to hurt, but it didn't matter.
Draco surrendered to the crushing kiss, feeling like he needed this more than anything. His fingers tangled in Harry's hair and his hand on Harry's back kneaded his skin.
"You're mine," Harry sobbed into Draco's mouth. "Not his,
mine." He pushed Draco down on his back, devouring his mouth as he went.
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped, allowing himself to be pushed back. Oh, Gods, his body thrummed with the power of Harry's desire.
"Every ... (kiss) ... part of ... (suck) ... you ... (lick) ... is mine," Harry said as he worked his way down to Draco's neck, biting and nibbling.
Arching into Harry's touch, Draco moaned. "Yes, yours, Harry." He writhed under Harry.
Harry sucked at a few places on Draco's neck until he was sure there were marks, and then he moved down to his collarbone and left a trail of love bites there as well. Harry wasn't sure what had come over him. He gripped the tops of Draco's arms very tightly as he kissed and bit at his skin.
When Harry gripped his arms, Draco laid his hands down beside him, gripping the sofa below. "Yes, yes," he chanted, his head thrown back.
Harry began fumbling with the buttons on Draco's shirt with shaky fingers. The third time his fingers slipped he let out a growl of frustration and simply ripped the shirt apart, buttons flying in all directions.
Gasping, Draco felt himself harden at Harry's strength. It was fucking amazing.
Harry attacked Draco's skin and moaned, his hands moving down to start working on getting his trousers off. "I'm going to fuck you," he growled, looking up for a second to make eye contact with Draco.
Draco was breathing hard, and he met Harry's eyes. He nodded. "I'm yours."
"You have no idea how much," Harry said harshly, biting down on Draco's nipple.
Draco cried out as Harry bit him, but didn't let go of the couch or pull away. Gods, he needed this.
Harry moved off Draco and downward to pull Draco's trousers and underwear off in one quick move. "Turn around," he said, beginning to fist his own rapidly hardening cock. Draco swallowed hard, his body trembling at the look on Harry's face and the sound of his voice. He sat up and got to his knees, turned around, and leaned over the arm of the couch, letting his forehead rest there.
Harry swallowed hard and bent forward to actually bite Draco on the arse. He felt like a man possessed. He kissed and sucked a wet trail across Draco's skin, all across his lower back, nibbling the skin of Draco's arse cheeks and sucking there.
Draco moaned and gasped under the assault of Harry's mouth. He held on tight to the upholstery and spread his legs as far as he could on the couch.
"I own you," Harry growled, digging his fingers into Draco's hips for emphasis. He moved his hands to spread Draco apart before him and licked a straight line up the crease, straight across Draco's entrance.
"Yesss!" Draco cried out, his neck arching and his arse rising toward Harry. "Please, yes!" he gasped.
Harry grinned. He spread the blond further apart and swirled his tongue around the hole, loving the taste that was purely Draco. He made stabbing motions at it with his tongue, loving how it quivered from his assault.
Trembling, Draco was chanting without realising it, "Yes, Harry, yours!" He pressed his forehead to the upholstery again and hung on tight. Harry's tongue was driving him insane, and his cock was twitching with it.
Harry continued to tongue fuck Draco harshly, licking and sucking and kissing. He was so hard, his cock actually hurt from the strain. "I bet no one has ever done this to you, have they, Draco?" Harry asked, a smirk on his lips and in his voice. "No one else will ever do this." He jerked Draco back, digging his fingers into his legs.
"No, no one," Draco gasped. "Only you."
Harry Summoned the lube and wrenched the lid off so that the jar actually broke, cutting his finger open. He didn't even flinch. He didn't think anything could've stopped him right then. "I'm going to make you scream my name, Draco," he growled. "I'm going to fucking pound you." He dipped his fingers into the oil, accidentally dripping blood and lube down his chest as he slicked his own cock.
"Yes, please," Draco sobbed. Every word made him want it more. He shivered at the intensity of Harry's voice and the sizzle that was Harry's magic pushed by his feelings.
Harry dipped his fingers into the jar again and shoved two into Draco, not even preparing him with a single finger first. He groaned as he felt that tightness, and it made him even more impatient. "Fucking hell, you're so fucking tight," he whined, moving his fingers around.
Draco winced but then began breathing deeply, focussing on relaxing his body, especially his arse. Harry taking control was the hottest thing he could imagine. Draco wanted this. Wanted to feel he could lean on Harry, to know that he was stronger.
Harry hooked his fingers, searching for that spot inside Draco that he knew had to be there. It had felt so good when done to him. He draped himself over Draco's back so he could whisper in his ear. "You love this, don't you?" he hissed, still searching for that spot. "You belong under me."
"Oh, yes," Draco sobbed, pushing back against those fingers and shivering at the feel of Harry's body. "Yours, not His. Yours."
"That's. Fucking. Right," Harry said, his cock throbbing. He pulled himself away from Draco and took his fingers out of him to get more lube. Draco was probably going to need a lot of it. He admired the sight of Draco spread so far before him, waiting for him, his arsehole so wet and slippery-looking and tinged pink from the blood of Harry's cut finger. He pushed three fingers in this time, without warning, groaning again at Draco's tightness.
"Yours," Draco whispered. "All yours." He was totally unprepared for how good not only what Harry was doing was, but how good the idea felt inside. How right it was.
Harry flexed his fingers, biting his lip. He tried to search around for that spot again and grinned wickedly when he felt Draco jolt beneath him. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, Draco," he said. "Tell me how much you're dying for my cock." He brushed against that spot inside Draco again.
Draco really was sobbing now, tears running down his face. "Please, please, Harry. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Claim me. Fill me."
"My pleasure," Harry said, quickly removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock at Draco's entrance. He pushed halfway in immediately, feeling Draco convulse around him. "Oh, fuck, yessss," he hissed, his eyes sliding shut.
Draco's scream was incoherent, and he was sobbing loudly now. Harry inside him was so right, so amazingly perfect. This was worth it all. It really was.
Harry pushed all the way in swiftly, buried balls-deep. He was still for a second before pulling almost all the way out again. "I could fuck your tight little arse all day long, Draco," he said, leaning over Draco again. "The way you fucking swallow me up like you need it to live." Harry didn't know how he even had the ability to speak at all. All he knew was that he couldn't seem to stop talking. "Mmmm," he sighed, "I wonder what we look like." His eyes widened a bit as a mirror appeared out of nowhere, directly in front of Draco. Harry nearly came at the sight of Draco's face.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped, looking up into Harry's eyes and nearly coming right then from the sight of him. "Yes, I need you," he gasped.
Harry straightened again, snapping his hips so fast he wondered if he was going to break Draco in half. He tore his eyes away from the mirror to watch his cock disappearing in and out of Draco's hole. It was so fucking hot the way it gripped him on the way out, like Draco didn't want to let him go.
Draco wanted Harry inside him – as far and as deep as he could have him. He wanted to feel him all the way to his throat. He wanted to feel Harry in every part of him.
Harry continued thrusting into Draco as hard and as fast as he could. He felt so alive. "Fuck, Draco! Fuck!" he yelled, moving impossibly faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin was ringing in Harry's ears now. He leant forward a bit and grasped Draco's leaking cock, moving his hand in time with his thrusts, or maybe even a bit slower.
"Harry," Draco gasped, pressed between Harry and the arm of the couch. He could barely move, but he was doing his best to meet every thrust. "I am ... yours," he moaned. "Really ... (gasp) ... and truly ... yours!" Harry was hitting that spot, stroking inside and out and he felt the even stronger press of Harry's magic. The combination was more than what he needed and he was coming hard. "Ahh, Draco!" Harry cried as he felt Draco's come spill out onto his hand. Draco's arse convulsed around him more strongly than ever and Harry came too, shouting Draco's name over and over before collapsing on top of him, literally drooling a bit.
Draco fell forward under Harry's weight. He was pinned and couldn't have moved. It was perfect. Harry was perfect, and he wanted, at that moment, to be able to live; to live to enjoy this. He started to cry again.
Harry began crying too, and he hugged Draco around the middle. "I love you!" he sobbed. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Draco felt Harry crying again and allowed his feelings to soothe him, to really take in what Harry was saying, to believe it.
Harry cried for a few minutes, but his breathing eventually returned to normal. He closed his eyes, falling asleep, and then jerking awake, and then falling asleep again.
Draco was still awake, and he felt Harry relax against him. He lay under him, thinking. He wondered if the earlier spell was responsible for him being awake still. He closed his eyes and imagined that they were lying in a bed, and he was propped up on pillows instead of the side of the couch. He sighed when he felt the surface under them shift. He was still pressed under Harry now, but he was warm and comfortable with the bed below and a blanket over them.
Harry jerked awake again when the room provided them with the bed "Wha'?" he mumbled, accidentally slipping over sideways so that he left Draco with a wet-sounding pop.
Draco hissed, a bit of pain and the loss of Harry inside him startling. He rolled to the side and snuggled up to Harry. "Are you awake?" he whispered.
"Mmm," Harry let out slowly, his eyes still closed.
"You are asleep." Draco smirked. "Harry Potter has fucked himself unconscious."
Harry gave a crooked, sleepy grin. "Sure," he slurred, his voice very low.
Draco waited until Harry's breathing evened out and it was clear that the other boy was asleep. Finally, he whispered, "Harry," again and didn't get an answer. Smiling, he kept whispering. "Harry, I love you." Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep as well.