Title: If He Weren't Malfoy

Summary: If he weren't Malfoy, what would Harry do?

Rating: M

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Fist struck bone with a crunch. Draco staggered back, his eyes filled with tears. He growled vehemently, lunging at Harry and knocking him down. He straddled the black haired boy, throwing punched at his head. Harry bucked Draco off as he felt his nose crushing awkwardly. Blood pooled from his head, flowing into his throat. He coughed it back, scrambling to get up before Draco. He kicked the pale boy in the stomach, winding him. Draco gasped for air, blindly waving his hand on the ground, connecting with Harry's ankle. He pulled sharply, bringing Harry back down on the stone floor. Harry struck the ground on his ribs, groaning at the pain. Draco was on top of him again, punching his cheeks and his jaw. Harry's world turned red as he brought his arms up and clutched Draco's robe, wrenching him away with a growl. Draco tumbled off of Harry, nursing his bloodied knuckles. Harry got up on his hands and knees, the world spinning around him. He pushed Draco to the ground, pinning his shoulders down. Draco jerked violently against him, his jaw already turning a sickly shade of mauve. Harry put all of his weight on Draco, stopping the blond from moving.

"Damn it, Malfoy," Harry hissed, feeling the blood trickle down his nose and mouth. It dripped on Draco's neck, a rivulet of red.

"Fuck. You," Draco replied.

Harry let go of Draco's shoulder, punching him in the nose. He hissed with pain as his knuckles cracked. Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he blinked furiously, feeling tears running down his cheeks. He coughed up the blood that was chocking him. Harry flinched away when the drops hit him, sitting upright. Draco's throat moved painfully as he swallowed the metallic river.

"You broke my nose!" Draco exclaimed, clutching his face in his trembling hands.

"You broke mine!" Harry replied, pointing at his.

Draco rolled over spontaneously, toppling Harry. He pulled out his wand before Harry could make his move. They two sat still on the floor, Harry cross-eyed as he watched the wand waving in front of him and Draco with a look of wrath that could freeze hell three times over.

"Don't you dare," Harry breathed.

"You broke my nose!"

"Malfoy, if you hex me, so help me Merlin, I'll fuck you up," Harry hissed, moving his hand to pull out his wand.

"Expelliarmus," Draco said. Harry flew back, thumping against the ground firmly. He blinked up and saw Draco pointing a wand at him again.

Harry's eyes clouded with fury when he realized what had just happened. "I'm going to break your neck with my –"

"Episkey."

Harry yelped as he felt his nose snapping back into place and his split lips healing. He clutched his face in horror. "What did you do?" he asked Draco, his eyes wide with terror. He noticed Draco's features were set to relative normalcy as well. Draco smirked, crouching down beside Harry. His eyebrow cocked up smugly as he leaned in to inspect his work. His breathe smelt of blood and peppermint. Harry held still, his eyes roaming Draco's bruised face.

"Couldn't let you fuck me up looking like that, could I?" Draco asked softly, placing his lips on Harry's hesitantly. Harry closed his eyes impulsively, tensing his lips. His brows pulled together a moment later in confusion.

"Wait, what?" he asked against Draco's soft mouth.

"I said, couldn't let you fuck me up with that bloodied face of yours," Draco sighed, opening his lips slightly to engulf Harry's.

"I don't – it's not – not literally… Malfoy…" Harry muttered, his thoughts trailing off when he felt Draco leaning a shoulder on his chest and winding fingers around his sore knuckles.

"Hmm… Could've fooled me," Draco responded, plunging a hungry tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry moaned, his body pulling him in different directions. What the hell is happening? Harry struggled against Draco's pressing weight. He tried to wrench his lips away, but Draco held him steady with firm hands on his cheeks. This feels so... Maybe if I pretend it's not Malfoy… Draco nudged Harry's lips with his teeth. Harry shivered at the rough touch.

"Stop, Malfoy," Harry hissed, his voice strangled with conflicting emotions.

"Why?" The lips left Harry's mouth and started to move along his aching jaw.

"I – I don't – you're – you're Malfoy, that's why?" Harry stammered, his stomach quivering at the light touches.

"Oh, is that all?" A wet tongue dipped at Harry's ear lobe, sucking it shamelessly.

"That's enough," Harry exhaled, letting his frustration out. He knew that if he really wanted to, he could shove Draco off and curse him with bat bogeys in a matter of seconds. He knew that Draco knew this. But he didn't know why he wasn't doing it. He seemed content in lying on the floor, letting Draco have his way.

"If I wasn't Malfoy, what would you do?" Draco asked into Harry's ear. Harry closed his eyes against the growing heat in his groin. Draco was so close to him, brushing against him unconsciously.

"I – I don't know. You have to stop before –"

"Before what?"

Harry's mind whirled with possibilities and he cringed at his thoughts. "That's it," he muttered, pushing Draco off of him and sitting up, his wand drawn. "Try that again, Malfoy, and you'll be sorry."

"I don't think I can ever be disappointed when it comes to you, Potter," Draco said, his wand pointing at Harry.

Harry gaped at Draco. Before, all he'd seen was a pompous prick. Now, all he saw was floating blond hair, marvelous grey eyes and a perfect set of lips. He blinked at Draco for a few seconds, his thoughts reeling. He scooted towards Draco, studying him intently. Draco pulled back, eyeing Harry suspiciously. Harry crawled forward again, causing Draco to crawl back.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, frowning slightly.

"What are you doing?" Draco countered, his face clouded with confusion.

"You kissed me," Harry responded, creeping forward again.

Draco hastened back. "I – er…"

Harry titled his head slightly at Draco, realization dawning on his face. "And I'm wondering whether we should do it again," he said slowly.

"Oh…"

Harry moved forward. Draco watched cautiously, his eyes glinting with curiosity. Harry shuffled closer, running his fingers down Draco's bruised jaw. "Hmm… I threw a couple of good punches, didn't I?" he asked.

Draco scowled miserably. "I did too," he grumbled.

"You're Malfoy…" Harry said slowly.

"And you're Potter…"

They broke apart. "That's really gross," Harry said. Draco nodded, a look of revulsion in his face. They stared at each other with grimaces on their lips.

"Maybe we'll just stick to – fighting," Draco said, shuddering at the thought of what he'd just done.

"Yeah," Harry replied. They sat in silent reflection for a few minutes, trying furiously to wipe their memories clean. "I think we should just Obliviate each other," Harry muttered. Draco scoffed humorlessly. They struggled to their feet, smoothing their robes straight and brushing their fingers through their hair. Harry felt awkward looking at Draco with emotions that did not involve anger.

"Potter," Draco said deliberately, staring at his shoes. Harry jerked his eyebrows questioningly. "If I wasn't Malfoy, what would you do?" He looked up at Harry intriguingly.

Harry shrugged, running the question through his mind a few times. He bit his lip carelessly. "The same thing you'd do if I wasn't Potter."

Draco nodded thoughtfully. "Then, maybe I could just be Draco."

Harry blinked at the boy. Draco. "But that'd make me Harry…"

Draco nodded again, running his hand over his sore jaw absently. "That could work, right?" he asked.

"I – um… I don't know," Harry stammered, gazing through Draco. "You're still you and I'm still me," he said, his eyes focusing again on Draco.

"You don't even know me," Draco said softly.

Harry snorted derisively. "Oh, I know you, Malfoy. We've been going at it for years!"

"That doesn't mean you know me," Draco said, shaking his head.

"I know that you're an insufferable old cow. I know that you are awful with my friends. I know that you take pleasure in tormenting your friends. I know that you're obsessive compulsive about your damned hair. I know that you pretend to write notes, when all you're really doing is doodling. I know – I know that –" Harry stammered as Draco stepped closer. "– that you wander out of the dungeons in the middle of the night. And that you keep a journal. And that you have peppermint pasties in your pockets. And –" Draco nodded at Harry to continue, now mere inches from his face. Harry's heart fluttered as he tried to gather his thoughts. "– you could be really good at Seeking if you tried. And your sarcasm is just to keep nosy people out. And if you wanted to, you could –" Harry leaned in and kissed Draco softly. "– kiss me senseless…"

Draco placed his hand on the back of Harry's neck, pulling him close. Harry inhaled sharply and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. He opened his mouth eagerly, letting Draco's tongue in. He sucked on it hungrily, squeezing Draco against him. The touch of tongue on tongue sent shivers down the spines of both boys. They fell into each other, Draco clutching Harry's hair and Harry twisting Draco's robe. Harry stumbled against Draco, pushing him back. Draco pulled Harry with him as he was forced against the wall. Harry tilted his head, keeping his lips locked as he opened Draco's robe and placed his hand on Draco's shirt. He pulled it out of Draco's slacks, running his hands under the hem. Draco gasped as he felt Harry's hand inching up from his hips to his stomach. Harry took the opportunity to indulge his own needs and he pushed his tongue into Draco's stunned mouth. He groaned at the sweet, warm taste, swallowing heavily. His hands wound around Draco's back, feeling each hardened muscle. Draco was everything he'd imagined him to be. While his body was lean and tough, his mouth was so soft. Oh, I could kiss you forever…

Harry pulled away, his arms still wrapped around Draco. He rested his head on Draco's shoulder, feeling Draco's hands hold him tightly. They panted heavily, locked in a tight embrace. Harry breathed in Draco's expensive scent, lightly running his fingers down his spine. He felt Draco quiver under him and he smiled. He turned his head to the side and kissed Draco's neck firmly, flicking his tongue out to taste him. He breathed out in defeat and nipped into the pale skin, marking Draco with a red welt. He moved down a bit and did the same – kissing, tasting, and biting. Draco threw his head to the side and closed his eyes, letting Harry gain better access to his long pale neck. Harry unwound his hands from Draco's back, bringing them over the shirt to loosen the green tie. It slithered from his hand and fell on the ground noiselessly. Then Harry moved to Draco's bloodied white shirt, tugging each button free. Draco moaned as the chill of the air hit his chest, but Harry quickly remedied that. He followed his unhurried hands, kissing each exposed part of Draco's chest languidly. Draco had let go of Harry now and he pressed his palms on the wall. Harry bent lower and lower, unbuttoning the shirt with uncharacteristic slowness. Once he reached the last button, he hovered near Draco's stomach, watching it tremor with excitement. He kissed Draco's taut abdomen lightly, moving his lips down delicately. Draco's knees almost buckled at this. He clutched Harry's shoulders to keep from tipping. He cried out in rapture when Harry nudged his erection. Harry looked up at Draco, a slow smile creeping on his face. He undid Draco's belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Draco held his breath as the pants dropped, leaving his boxers to tent near Harry's face. He hissed with pleasure when Harry pulled his boxers over his arousal, the cotton brushing against his tip.

Harry ran his fingers down Draco's erection, looking up at Draco's half-closed lids and parted lips. He tentatively licked it, still staring at Draco. He noticed the pale boy shuddering slightly and clenching his jaw. Harry moved his mouth down to the base and back up, kissing the sides as he went. Draco let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling against Harry's shoulders. Harry wrapped his mouth around Draco's eager arousal. Draco threw his head back, slamming it against the wall as he jerked into Harry's hot, wet fleshy mouth. Harry pulled away, gagging.

"Sorry," Draco gasped, screwing his eyes shut as he tried to regain control. Harry wiped his mouth and tried again. Draco bucked sharply as Harry sucked in deep. Harry made a noise of consternation and Draco flinched. Harry moved back slightly, unsure of how to proceed without heaving. He took in half of Draco, swirling his tongue around his shaft and sucking at his tip. He glanced up at Draco, who seemed to be using all his energy to keep his legs from collapsing under him. He moved his mouth away and Draco frowned slightly. Harry wound his fingers around Draco's hands and pushed him down. Draco groaned with relief as he slid down the wall. Harry settled between Draco's legs, pushing Draco's hips down against the wall. Draco leaned his head against the stone, his eyes closed lightly.

"Better?" he asked, taking in Draco's cock. Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's hair, tugging lightly. He made a strangled noise of approval as Harry pumped him slowly. He wanted to push into Harry's contracting throat, but he had just heard Harry's sensitive gag reflexes. Harry made sure Draco didn't move by applying pressure on his hips. So all Draco could do was push Harry down to him. The wet sounds aroused Draco even more as he jerked Harry's head up and down. Harry swallowed deeply when he felt the urge to gag, much to the excitement of Draco. His cock was squeezed against Harry's throat.

"Harry, that's – oh, that's so brilliant," Draco gasped, pushing Harry down further. Harry's teeth grazed Draco, causing him to twitch with fervor. Harry was making quiet sounds when Draco hit the back of his throat – moans and gasps of his own. Draco went wild as he heard the soft noises. He gripped Harry's hair, twisting it. Harry let out a low groan as he felt his hair being tugged roughly. Cold air brushed against Draco's hardness when he pumped Harry furiously. Draco thrust into Harry one last time before dragging him up by the hair into a harsh kiss. Harry coughed into Draco's mouth, swallowing hurriedly. Draco dropped his fingers from Harry's hair, lifting him up. Harry moved his legs to wrap around Draco's hips. Draco climaxed, shouting into Harry's mouth as his stomach dropped down. He leaned against the wall with Harry attached to him, panting. His head was floating in velvet, as was his mouth. He felt Harry's heart beating against his chest and his own skipped a beat. Harry… He moaned into Harry, pouring out all his passion into his kiss. He grasped Harry's cheeks in his hands and brushed his thumbs across the cheekbones lightly, memorizing the features. He rode out the aftermath of his release with Harry's lips against his, feeling like he was in a dream. He didn't want to wake up. Harry sighed into Draco's lips, satisfied with Draco's responses.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Draco asked, moving his lips from Harry's mouth to his neck. He dropped his hands to cup Harry's bulging groin. Harry's head lolled back when Draco massaged him enticingly.

"No more than usual," Harry breathed.

"I don't usually do this to you, Potter," Draco muttered, undoing Harry's belt. He slipped his hand into Harry's boxers, tugging the erection gently. Harry dropped his head on Draco's shoulder, tightening his legs around Draco's hips.

"I – I was hoping – this would be – a usual thing," Harry said jerkily. Draco chuckled handsomely.

"I'd like that," he said, pushing Harry off of him and to the ground. He tugged down Harry's pants, not wasting a moment in capturing the erection in mouth. Harry had more restraint that Draco. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to hold everything together. Draco smiled in slight confusion and enormous endearment. Harry looked so vulnerable from that position. His eyes were screwed shut and his lips were pulled up into an impulsive smile. Draco ran his hands down Harry's thighs, eliciting small moans. He sucked Harry calmly, flicking his tongue over the tip rhythmically. Harry squirmed in pleasure as he felt the heat leaking into his limbs. Try as he might, he couldn't stop smiling.

"You are so fucking cute, Potter," Draco said, his voice muffled against Harry's tip.

Harry chuckled thickly. "I try, Malfoy."

Draco sucked at Harry vehemently, causing him to shudder in excitement. "You can move if you want," Draco murmured, breathing into Harry's erection. As though on command, Harry pushed into Draco. He moaned in pleasure. Draco tightened his mouth around Harry, sucking him without inhibition. Harry moved into Draco softly, afraid to let himself go. He clenched his hands into fists and twisted his robe, his cock quivering with heat. Draco noticed Harry's hesitance and decided to take matters into his own hands. He knelt up on his knees, his mouth still flush against Harry. Harry noticed the change in angle and opened his eyes. He yelped in surprise when Draco straddled him and bent down to plant a firm kiss on his parted lips.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked. He gulped when Draco moved against him slowly.

"I need you to let go," Draco muttered into Harry's lips. Harry felt his arousal brushing against Draco's back, slipping into the crack.

"You can't be serious," Harry said incredulously as his hips bucked into the inviting heat.

"When am I not serious, Potter?" Draco asked in a sultry voice, pressing down as he leaned across Harry, placing his forearms on either side of Harry's head. Harry stared into the dilated grey eyes, frowning slightly.

"I might hurt you," Harry said softly. Draco tilted his head to the side, smiling vaguely. He kissed Harry's cheek softly.

"It's not my first time," he whispered. Harry's heart drummed against his chest. "But it's yours isn't it?" Draco continued. Harry gulped loudly. Draco laughed into Harry's jaw at the sound. "I'll make sure it's the best," he breathed wantonly. Harry groaned at the smooth tone, his stomach clenching painfully.

"I don't know…"

"You and your damned chivalry, Potter," Draco muttered without the bite. He used his hand to grasp Harry's arousal, pushing his opening to it. He relaxed into Harry, letting the member slip through the first rings. He gasped as the slight sting but he kept pushing into Harry, willing himself to breathe. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his erection being enveloped in unimaginable heat. Draco ran his trembling lips over Harry's neck, ripping the tie away and snapping the buttons as he wormed down. With a strangled cry, Harry grabbed Draco's arms, trying to ground himself against the muscles clenching rapidly around him. He'd never felt this before, the frenzy slowly taking over his mind. He thrust into Draco impulsively, his head whipping to the side at the burst of heat. Draco groaned against the intrusion, dropping his head on Harry's chest. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back, rolling over to nestle on top of him. He stared into Draco's handsome face, pushing in further. He saw pain flash through Draco's face and he stopped. Draco shook his head, shifting slightly.

"See, I am hurting you," Harry said softly, kissing Draco lightly on the lips.

"Just take me, Harry…"

Harry moaned at the simple request, pulling out a little before pushing in further. Draco squirmed under him, clenching irregularly. Harry nearly collapsed at the sensation. He took in unsteady breaths as he started to pump in and out of Draco. Draco lay quietly, his eyes glazed as they stared into Harry's emerald ones. He ran a hand down Harry's face, pushing into his black hair. He brought Harry down for an open-mouth kiss, drinking pleasurably. Harry moved against Draco firmly, feeling his climax ready to burst out of him. He brought one hand down to fondle Draco's half-hard cock. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, squeezing his body. Harry's vision darkened, then turned white as he came inside Draco. He pushed in deeply as he released himself inside Draco. Draco cried out as Harry grazed his prostate and he strove to push Harry into it again. Harry's mind was fogged and his body responded to Draco's contractions by pushing in. Draco screamed out Harry's name as he came again, his throat raw with heat. Harry brushed Draco's sweet spot one more time before letting up. Draco convulsed under Harry's body, his second climax tiring him beyond the point of his threshold. He felt his throat closing up as he struggled to breathe.

"In through the nose, Draco," Harry muttered when he heard Draco's labored breathing.

"Right," Draco wheezed, trying to regulate his breathing. Red spots danced in his vision. He tried to time his breaths with Harry, willing his lungs to inflate again. "You're – bloody brilliant," Draco gasped.

Harry had the courtesy to blush as he buried his head in Draco's shoulder. "So are you," he said timidly, kissing Draco's neck.

"I'm serious. No one has ever – I mean, it's not like I – I've never – that was incredible…"

"It's going to go to my head, Malfoy," Harry muttered in embarrassment.

"Let it. As long as I can have you, I'm fine with you being an arrogant prick."

Harry snorted, lifting his head up to look at Draco. He ran his eyes down Draco's vivid grey eyes, sharp nose and tapered chin. He lingered on the smiling lips, tasting it again. "I can't get enough of you," Harry said unconsciously.

"I don't think there's enough of me to satisfy you, Potter."

"You know something Malfoy, you talk too much." Harry wrapped his leg around Draco's and kissed him soundly.

"Mmph – I had a comeback, but now I can't remember," Draco said, clutching Harry's shirt and pulling him closer.

"Just Draco, huh?"

"And you're just Harry…"

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