Harry's Surprise

Draco had flogged him, spanked him, and defiled him, although the last one is debatable, due to the social normality and opinion that they were going to be defiling each other anyway. Harry planed his revenge accordingly. He just had trouble with the issue of pulling it off.

Draco's soft delicate body, strongly etched into Harry's mind, plagued his dreams and lustful thoughts. The soft curves, the soft muscle, the delicate ornate features, and none of this had changed as their sex took a sadistic type of turn, Draco's eyes remained steely gray. The coldness in Draco's eyes was unbelievably false, he knew he was hurting Harry and it was hurting him slowly; no matter how hard he tried he could not hurt anyone else, only himself.

Harry decided to enact his revenge one morning after nearly a month's time had gone by, but the shallow scars were still there. The cracking of the whip on his backside haunted Harry. The thrill he and Draco had felt that day was amazing. He did not want to hurt Draco. He just wanted to take things to the next extreme.

"Draco." Harry said.

"Good morning lovely," Draco replied his eyes opening, arms stretching, and his face shaking off whichever Never-Land he had ventured into during his slumber.

"Wait a second. . ." Draco stammered peering around; he was in his room in the Slytherin Dormitories.

"What's wrong Drake?" Harry asked.

"How did you get in?" Draco asked, genuinely surprised.

"Through the front door." Harry's voice teased with sarcasm, "Nice underwear drawer by the way."

"You went through my things? You invaded my personal space. And managed to slip past every Slytherin as you did so?" Draco said his face going from pale white to nearly dark red, "No wonder they call you the chosen one."

"Now are you just going to lay there or are you going to let me fuck your brains out like last night?" Harry asked a hint of amusement was detectable in his voice.

"Not here Potter someone will hear."

"How about here?" Harry asked as the room changed before them. They were in the Gryffindor common room.

"I like this more," Draco teased. "Not so cold and depressing."

"Come Draco," Harry said holding out his hand. "Let's go see it in person, it's a lot better."

Draco reluctantly took Harry's hand. They walked from the room, turning down the hall. They carefully made their way to The Fat Lady's portrait that acted as the gate.

"Draco cover eyes, turn around, and count down from one-hundred out loud," Harry insisted.

"100, 99, 98, 97, 96 . . ." Draco counted.

"You can turn around now," Harry laughed, his hand lingering on Draco's jaw-line stroking its soft-ish curve.

Harry led Draco through the portrait hole. Welcome to Gryffindor Common Room population, you and I.

"Where is everyone at?" Draco asked suspiciously.

"Everywhere except here."

Harry led Draco up the winding stairs.

"So communal. How do you get any privacy?"

"There isn't much, we know nearly everything about each other. That's where the trust and loyalty comes in."

Draco was amazed. Slytherins made better projectiles than they did friends.

"So you guys just have big circle jerks?" Draco asked.

"We have, in the past," Harry said jokingly, though Draco could do nothing less than doubt the admittance of the statement.

Draco grimaced at the thought of seeing Ron Weasel naked stroking himself. Harry easily recognized the look.

"Draco, it's not completely like that," Harry's words, moist with regret and humor.

Just the thought of a naked Weasel made Draco's stomach lurch. If Harry were not standing beside him with his arm wrapped around his waist, Draco would have sprinted out of there after hurling on Ron's bed.

"Harry, I just don't like the thought of it."

"Draco, it's nothing to be disgruntled over," Harry paused. "He'd be disgusted about what we've done, and what we're going to do."

"I didn't realize what we have been doing was wrong," Draco teased.

"Because it isn't," Harry fired back quickly.

"This is wrong," Draco said as he locked lips with Harry.

"Right," Harry said as he broke the kiss and grabbed Draco's nearly tented crotch.

"But, this is completely right." Draco said slipping his hand into Harry's trousers firmly grasping the monster lying in wait.

Draco was naked before Harry or himself had chance to bat an eyelash. His pale body seeming to sparkle in the sunlight that crept through the window. His grey eyes shone brightly with the reflection of his lover standing in front of him.

The new view of Draco made Harry's heart skip a beat. Draco's nipples pink and engorged, from the slight chill in room. Draco's cock jumping as it throbbed, pre-cum seeping from the pink tip, collecting in small droplets as it fell on the floor.

Harry no longer knew if he could follow through with what he had planned. Harry decided he would go through with his plan, not as revenge but as a new medium and for the pleasure trip.

"Draco. There is something I've been meaning to tell you."

"What's that?"

"Well. It's about your surprise."

"I didn't know I was getting something."

"That's the idea of a surprise Drake."

"Now you have me even more excited."

"Draco, I'd like to show you how I feel instead of tell you. Can I do that?"

"Harry, you've never asked my permission before."

Harry tackled Draco, shoving him to the bed. He pounced on top of him like a starving lion on a meaty gazelle. His teeth did not quite sink into Draco's flesh, but Harry's suction left a small dark purple colored mark on his lover's neck. Harry's mouth ventured down Draco's soft torso, placing ginger kisses every inch he met. Draco's throbbing prick was a mere inch from Harry's mouth. Harry's fingers trailed down Draco's torso, following the path of the kisses. A spark registered each time Harry's fingers touched Draco's flesh, Draco moaned loudly.

"Potter. I need you in me. NOW!" Draco said a hint of lustful, agonizing need in his otherwise put-off demeanor.

"Ride me Draco?"

Draco did not reply he rolled, slamming Harry onto the bed. Draco fumbled for a brief moment before successfully unlatching the button on Harry's trousers. Harry's pants and underwear flew off faster than Draco's clothes had come off. Draco spit on Harry's cock, and his own hand. Time was of the essence. Draco positioned himself over Harry's cock, his own cock dangling a few mere inches in front of Harry's face.

Draco slide down on Harry's cock, being a little loose from their recent activities, Draco was not in any pain.

Draco moaned as Harry's thick prick rubbed his prostate on every down stroke. Harry moaned as Draco's ass contracted. Draco's contractions squeezed Harry's manhood with a sturdy grip. Harry's free hand roamed to Draco's cock. Jerking Draco off, as he impaled himself on Harry's rigid pole, did have its downside. Draco's orgasm was rapidly approaching.

Draco's head rolled back, as did his eyes. His voice cut the air with a loud FUCK as his body tensed and he slammed down brutally on Harry's cock for one final time. Draco's load shot all over Harry's chest, coating him in his lover's goo. After empting, the contents of his balls on Harry's chest Draco rapidly impaled himself on Harry. Wanting to make this the best experience, they had had.

Draco's ass squeezed tightly, the warmth radiating from inside was toying with Harry's head. He was going to cum, and cum soon. Harry moaned Draco's name as his lover slid down, burying Harry's length deep inside. Harry climaxed, his back arched off the bed as his load emptied. Draco's ass, nearly as hungry as his mouth, made short work of the ropes.

Draco cried out, "OH FUCK!"

His second orgasm hit him hard. His body convulsed as his load sprayed onto Harry's already cum soaked chest and stomach.

Harry's cock lay erect buried in the tight confines of Draco's ass.

"What the fuck?" A confused voice shouted boisterously.

The boys turned their attention away from each other. Ron, Ron, was standing at the doorway.

Harry answered calmly, "What does it look like? I'm shaggin' Malfoy."

Ron's face turned green as the contents of his stomach emptied onto the floor. He ran out the door, nearly tripping as he sprinted down the stairs.

Draco remained frozen on top of Harry. He and Harry were in the midst of an act that demeaned many. What if he told someone and word got to his father?

"Drake," Harry said, trying to get his attention.

Draco looked down only to see his reflection in those brilliant green eyes.

"Guess it's time for your surprise. Let me up."

Draco stood, cum dripping from his ass. Harry stood from the bed. Walking to his trunk, he dug around within its aged walls. He produced a weathered, wooden ring box. Draco's mouth opened in amazement.

Draco's mouth dropped further as the box opened. The ring was beautiful. Three large brilliant rubies set in a black band.

"Harry, it's beautiful."

"Draco, although our time together has been a little short. I know that I can spend the rest of my life with you. Moreover, I want to do just that. Will you accept this ring, as it symbolizes my love for you?"

"Harry, our time has been well spent. Yes! Yes! I'll take it."

Harry slipped the ring onto Draco's long pale ring finger.

The weight of the world removed from Draco's shoulders for the moment. It came crashing back down to him. His father would disinherit him. The Dark Lord would expect him to remain loyal, in the end delivering Harry to slaughter. Draco started bawling, the tears flowing from his eyes. He was afraid. For another time in his life, he had been so close to happiness, only to find it dangling precariously in front of his face as a toy.

"Harry, I can't," Draco inhaled sharply. "He will force me to deliver you and watch you die."

"Draco, please. That doesn't matter."

"It does Harry."

"No, what matters is the time we can have together."

"I can't."

"Please Draco, even if you have to kill me yourself."

"No Harry. I love you. I couldn't kill you."

"Please Draco; I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Harry begged, tears streaming from his green eyes hidden—yet visible from behind his glasses.

"Only on one condition."

"What is that?"

"If it comes time for me to deliver you to him, saying you don't beat him overall. Please do not think badly of me. Please don't die knowing I betrayed our love, for a man I have no choice but to serve."

"Draco, I would rather die than watch my friends even strangers die for me. I can agree to all your terms."

"Then…" Draco paused sharply. "I accept your ring."

"This story is officially over. A romantic twist after the bondage of the last chapter. The ring, however poorly I described it, is based on a real ring I browsed for online just for this story. Message me, and I can send a link or picture of the ring. Thank you for the readership on this story, and hopefully all my stories to come. ~~~Roger"

After having read all of the chapters of this story closely, in order to fix errors. I notice that it is complete and utter rubbish! I'm beyond infuriated with how I wrote it, and how poorly it was written. So. . . Yeah—just shows that I've at least grown a little. *deep sigh* Well, either I'll just ignore the hostile attitudes I have of this story in the present, or I'll rewrite it in the present and near future. Let me know what ya'll think. As always, ~~~Roger (29-D-2014)