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The hallway is dark. Only the softly yellowish glow from a lamp illuminates the figure hunched against the wall.

 

A deep anguished sigh echoes.

 

The bruised lower lip of Lucius Malfoy trembles slightly as he closes his eyes, sighing, an empty bottle clutched in his hand.

 

“I’ll tear myself to pieces for you,” he whispers to the silent door in front of him.

 

He opens the door to his son’s bedroom. A groan and the sound of sheets being ruffled slips put into the hallway.

 

Draco’s voice is slightly hoarse. “I’m sleeping!”

 

“I know.”

 

He enters the child’s room, erected.

They were alone now. Harry looked in silence from behind the tree. Malfoy was standing at the lake shore, his white hair shining in the moon light. Malfoy shot a look over his shoulder as if to make sure he wasn't followed. Then he started to take off his robes. Harry held his breath. Malfoy's body was smooth and almost as white as his hair. His arms and legs were long and hairless; in fact his whole body was hairless. Even though he was almost 18 years old his body was very thin and boyish. His ribs and his hips were showing through the pale skin.

Goosebumps were spreading across Malfoy’s pale chest and stomach. As he was standing there in the light blue moon light he looked beautiful, Harry thought. Almost like a godlike creature from another world. Harry became suddenly aware of the tickling sensation in his crotch and the pressure against his trousers it caused. 

Draco Malfoy was standing naked by the lake and looked like he was examining his own reflection on the water surface. He let his long thin fingers slide over his body as if seeing and feeling it for the first time. Harry's erection hardened even more and it started to hurt now. Harry bit his lip and kept watching. Malfoy's fingers were still feeling their way across his body and they had now reached that one place Harry had thought about ever since he had had that dream about Malfoy a month ago. The fingers paused, and then they started to discover every little detail. Harry bit his lip harder, but couldn't help letting a tiny gasp escape his lips. Malfoy stopped dead and looked violently around. Harry stood still as a statue and tried not to breathe, but found it extremely difficult as his heart was pounding so fast and hard that Harry was sure that it was about to break through his chest. But he dared not look away from the naked boy. After a while in breathless silence Malfoy apparently decided that he was still alone. He turned his back on the Oak tree behind which Harry was hiding and then slipped gracefully into the dark waters of the lake. Harry watched him swim out into the middle of the lake, and then Malfoy disappeared under the surface.

Moments passed. Malfoy was still nowhere in sight. Harry started to get a little nervous. Had the Giant Squid or the Grindylows gotten him? Harry waited a little longer then ran to the shore. He looked at the place where Malfoy had disappeared. The water surface was completely still and smooth. Harry waited again. Still no sign of Malfoy. He walked a little by the lake shore looking for any sign of movement, but everything was still and silent. Harry sat down and sighed. He couldn't get the image of Malfoy's smooth, naked skin out of his head. He turned his head away from the lake and looked up at the castle. It lay gigantic and dark in the night. He looked down the hill and saw Hagrid's hut lying silent and dark with only a thin line of light grey smoke issuing from the chimney.

Suddenly Harry felt something thin and pointed pressed behind his right ear. 

"Get up!" a hard voice said from behind him. He got up. "Turn around!" the voice commanded again. Harry turned to face Malfoy. Water was running down his body and his pale face. His grey eyes were burning with anger. His wand was pointing directly at Harry's right eye and was only inches away from his face. "What are you doing!?" Malfoy asked, his voice almost shaking with rage. "Are you following me? Spying on me? Tell me now!"

"I, er.." Harry was lost for words. He couldn't possibly say the truth, yet still, he didn't really have any other explanation for being there. "I.." he said again. "Say it!" Malfoy spat at him. "I saw you! Behind that tree, looking at me!". Malfoy's hand was shaking. Harry said nothing. He just looked at Malfoy unable to speak. Malfoy looked back at him with anger edged in the lines of his face. He backed a little away from Harry, his wand still raised. "What did you see? I'll curse your eyes out!" he said. "I'll make you wish that the Dark Lord's curse hadn't backfired!" "I didn't.." Harry said, but Malfoy cut him off. "Didn't what!? You were going to tell all your stupid little friends, weren't you, Potter?" he hissed. "So you could all have a laugh at me! I won't let you!"

"Just let me tell you!" Harry said getting angry. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone. "I, er, I had this dream some time ago. About you, okay!" "What do you mean?" Malfoy barked. "Well, you were in it and we, sort of, er, were together!" Harry said feeling his heart stop dead in his chest. Malfoy's face was blank. The rage had gone from his eyes. He just looked at Harry. "What do you mean "together"!?" he suddenly shouted at him. "You really can't figure that out!?" Harry said. "I'll kill you!" Malfoy cried and jumped at him. Harry was so shocked by this that he didn't react and lost his balance and they both fell to the muddy ground. Malfoy landed on top of him and tried to grab Harry's throat. 

Harry fought back, but Malfoy was stronger than he had thought. "Get off me!" Harry croaked. "I'll kill you!" Malfoy shouted again. Harry fought the best he could and somehow managed to get his one knee on Malfoy's chest. Harry pushed as hard as he could and Malfoy fell off him. Harry got to his feet and tried to run, but he slipped in the mud and fell flat on his face. When he tried to get up a foot was placed right between his shoulder blades pressing him down. No matter how hard Harry tried to get up he couldn't. His hands and feet kept slipping and sliding in the mud and the foot was pressing down on him too hard. In the end he stopped trying. "Get off me, Malfoy!" he said. "No!" Malfoy answered. "So you're going to stand there all night?" Harry said. "No!" Malfoy answered again. "Well, then, get the bloody hell off me!" Harry shouted angrily. Malfoy leaned down to him putting even more pressure on Harry’s lungs. Harry gasped for air. Malfoy took a grasp of Harry’s hair and pulled his head back. "So, Potter" he breathed in Harry's ear. "Do you lust for me? And don't lie!". To prove his point Malfoy pressed even harder on Harry's back, making him cough. "Yes! Okay!?" Harry hissed. "Well" Draco said in an all too calm voice, Harry thought. "You should be careful for what you wish for!". "'Cause, what, it might come true?" Harry asked as sarcastically as he could manage with the last air in his lungs. "Like you've never dreamed of!" Malfoy spat. 

Malfoy released Harry’s hair and slipped his hand underneath him and opened the flyer in his trousers. When Harry protested Malfoy just put on more weight on his foot on Harry's back. Harry coughed and gasped for breath again. Malfoy pulled down Harry's trousers and underwear. Harry felt the chilly night breeze caress his buttocks and made him shiver. Then he felt something else that made him shiver as well. Not from the cold night air, but from a mingled feeling of fear and lust. Malfoy's wet and rough fingers were sliding over the crack of his arse, then slipping down between his buttocks and into his tightly clenched hole. Harry wasn't sure if the groan he made was a protest or an encouragement, but he didn't care. He couldn't think of anything else than Malfoy's long, thin fingers which were sliding in and out of him. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Harry's cock started to get hard again and he gasped of pain as it pressed against the rough mud beneath him. 

Harry’s body started to relax. The feeling of Malfoy’s fingers inside him made his muscles go weaker by every thrust. Harry heard Malfoy gasping low and felt the weight on his back ease. He turned his head slightly and looked up. Malfoy’s eyes were closed. His free hand was caressing his erected cock slowly. A wide smile was spreading across his face. A smile of malicious satisfaction. Suddenly Harry’s body woke up. “No way!” he thought. “Malfoy’s not going to have it his way!”. With a sudden movement Harry was on his knees, causing Malfoy to fall backwards on the muddy ground. While Malfoy was recovering from the fall, Harry got up and kicked his trousers completely off. He turned. Malfoy was also on his feet, his naked body covered in mud. “You fucking..”, but before Malfoy could finish, Harry had grabbed him by his throat with both hands. Malfoy coughed and struggled for air, but he couldn’t get out of Harry’s firm grip. 

For a moment Harry was just watching Malfoy fight. His face turned first pink, then it got red. His grey eyes were now filled with fear and tears were sliding down his dirty face. “Please..”, he croaked. “Please, what!?” Harry said in a hard voice. Malfoy didn’t answer. Harry pushed him violently backwards and pressed him against the trunk of the big Oak tree. He turned Malfoy around and released the hold on his throat. Malfoy gasped for air and tried to turn his head around to face Harry, but Harry’s hands was already on the back of his head and slammed Malfoy’s face into the tree. Harry could feel the crushing of bones as Malfoy’s nose collided with the tree trunk. Malfoy screamed a muffled scream. Harry pressed his body against Malfoy’s. His erection, hard as ever, was sliding between Malfoy’s buttocks. It found his hole, and Harry pushed himself into Malfoy with one violent thrust. Malfoy screamed out loud. Harry pulled out, then in again. 

By each thrust Malfoy’s screams grew weaker and by each thrust Harry felt as if his body grew. He felt himself swelling up, covering the whimpering Malfoy. Then it got black before Harry’s eyes as if he was about to pass out. He could do nothing but bite hard down into Malfoy’s shoulder. With one last angry thrust Harry spilled into Malfoy’s body.

Harry let go of Malfoy and staggered backwards. Malfoy fell limp to the ground, bleeding from his nose and from between his legs. He was crying. Slowly and without words Harry took his clothes and put them on. He looked down at Malfoy, who was curled up on the ground. The guilt came flushing over Harry like great wave. Then he ran for it.