Lightening Strikes
The room was clean, sitting in the middle once more was the dummy, Draco stood slightly to one side of me, the back of his hand brushing against mine. Slowly he stepped further into my field of vision, his hands limp by his sides as his eyes met mine.
“I can help you” he said softly, moving slowly so that he’s behind me, his hand gripping my wrist firmly but not hurting. I stared ahead, breathing softly, he stood still holding my wrist, waiting for a response from me as his other arm wrapped around my waist from behind.
“Let me help you Harry” his breath tickled my ear as he spoke and reluctantly I nodded. I couldn't tell you how he had gotten me to give in so quickly, maybe it was something to do with how close he was to me, maybe it had something to do with the very noticeable, very large erection that he was pressing into my back as he breathed in my ear. Maybe it was the fact that he called me Harry and not Potter but I let him manoeuvre me, I let him instruct me.
“Breathe Harry, it’s not that hard and it’s only a dummy” he crooned as he flourished my hand, “ The thing within you is power, all you need to do is wield it, so lets see” He flicked my wand hand up, my skin tingling where it touches him and in less than a moment the dummy that was standing there was in two pieces.
“I can feel it beneath your skin, it’s clawing to get out Harry. Let it out” His voice was low, the hand that had been wrapped around my waist sneaking forward to the front of my joggers.
“I don’t know how” I rasped, my voice almost lost in the sound of magic ricocheting around the room as Draco moved my hand in a spiral motion, sending the dummy flying in a miniature tornado.
“Look how easily you can do these spells, you know how to let it out Harry” His voice was low, his hand lower as he gripped me through the fabric of my joggers. An almost growl escaped from me as he moved his hand away dancing up my hip-bone,
“Draco” I warned as he moved from in front of me, icy eyes sending a hot shiver down my spine, his hand still wrapped around my wrist, wand pointing at his chest.
“Try an unforgivable Potter”
“There is only a dummy here” I muttered, unwilling to meet his eyes and knowing exactly what he is insinuating.
“Crucio me Potter” His voice was almost a whine as he dug my wand into the skin of his chest, I shook my head at him. Knowing the pain of that curse I didn’t want to put him through it
“Scared Potter?” He taunted, memories surfaced of 2nd year, him using the same taunt at me during a duelling lesson, his hands dropped from mine and he stood there, unarmed and unafraid. “Trust me, I don't think you can be as bad as Bellatrix. I know you can perform the curse, I saw you use it on her last year” he muttered. I nodded and took in a deep breath
“Okay.” I took three steps back from him, willing my mind to bring up the worst memories I have of him, the worst things he has ever said or done to me.
I raised my wand, tendrils of darkness curling in on my sight as i whispered the spell “Crucio”
A blast of yellow light shot from my wand and hit Malfoy in the chest, he recoiled, falling to his knees. I held the spell for a matter of second, maybe 5 at a maximum, by the second one Draco was huddled in on himself, the third he was whimpering and as he sucked in a breath to scream I cut the connection.
I dropped to my knees besides the boy, holding him tightly against me
“Not as bad as Bellatrix” he wheezed but unshed tears clouded his eyes,
“Why would you have me practise that one?” I asked but he shook his head, panting for breath.
“The power crawling within you is dark magic, it's been like that since the night at the ministry, sitting just beneath the skin and you needed to see that it’s okay. And maybe I needed to see if you were going to continue the war with light magic” he murmured, slowly relaxing into me
“You’re an arsehole Malfoy” I rolled my eyes, shrugging the boy off me. He slumped to the ground as I stood, stripping off the t-shirt and chucking it to the floor.
“You want to be an arsehole Malfoy? Duel me.” I ground out, irritation flaring in me, Draco shrugged, clambering to his feet.
“Sure, but only if you want to lose the way you did in 2nd year” His tone, the nonchalance was beginning to get on my nerves, well it was until he stripped his own shirt off his body and I was entranced.
Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prince was standing in front of me, his back facing me as he shrugged out of his white button down shirt and dumped it onto the floor. The skin on his back was torn, scarred and ripped in places that must of been impossible to treat. Two large jagged marks ran from the base of his skull all the way down, disappearing under the material of his trousers either side of his spine, like someone or something with two large claws had intentionally tried to remove his vertebrae. Smaller scars littered his upper shoulders and as he turned to face me, wand clasped in his hand, across his chest was a tattoo of a dragon, it moved across his skin, wrapping around his torso, moving on its own accord. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Done ogling me Potter?” he spat, a crooked smirk curling at his lips and somehow it made his face even more perfect. I ripped my eyes from his chest and took up my stance.
We stood 8 paces apart, bowed and began.
The duel seemed to go on forever, spell after spell directed at the other one, nothing lethal but all the same. The more we duelled the sweatier we got and I can't deny, Draco covered in sweat with no shirt on was doing things to my cock that really it shouldn’t have been doing.
Eventually Draco landed a very well placed minor stunning spell on me and ended the duel victorious, but filled with adrenaline and energy i should have had i threw my wand on top of the discarded shirt and leant against the wall.
Draco was breathing hard by the time he walked over to my place of resting, I knew it was him from the scent of spearmint even with my eyes closed. The fact that he was near, dripping in sweat and breathing hard sent another painful pulse of arousal straight between my legs. Groaning, I reached into the stretchy fabric and gripped myself.
Sliding up and back down, once, twice I forced myself to open my eyes back up and what I saw didn’t make my cock any softer.
Staring down towards my crotch was Draco, lip pulled between his teeth, his eyes glassy staring like he had X-ray vision at my hand that was shoved down my joggers and holding my cock at the base.
“Enjoying the show Malfoy?” my voice was low, gravelly and horse as his eyes slipped back to my face and a pink blush crept over his cheekbones.
“Yes” He admitted before moving to stand in front of me, one arm coiling around the back of my neck while the other dipped into the joggers.
He groaned when he felt me, which of course caused my cock to twitch again. I was transfixed on his hand, how it was swallowed by the waistline of my pants, How he moved, gently scraping one nail up the underside of my erection. He pressed himself close to me, pressing his own erection into my thigh as he strained to reach my face.
“Do you want me potter?” His head inclined to one side as my gaze collided with his.
“Yes.” I gritted out through my teeth, pulling on his trousers and managing to get the button to pop open. I leant forward, my mouth meeting Malfoys as my hand slipped out of my own joggers and slid into his prim and proper dress pants.
I had barely gotten my hand over the waistband when I felt him, Hard, hot, ready. My mouth went dry, he was huge, bigger than I had ever seen, bigger than me. I stroked the head of his cock with my thumb, relishing the way he bucked against me his own hands stilling on me as I spread a singular bead of fluid around the head.
"Dragon Indeed" I muttered against his mouth before slamming my lips back to his and moving my hand at the same pace he had set for me.