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FIC: What He Needs
Well, here it is! My contribution to the bbtp_challenge! I think it's one of my shortest stories!


Title: What He Needs
Author: roedhunt
(Fandom) Pairing(s): (Harry Potter) Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,180
Summary: Harry Potter is in denial and Draco Malfoy is the one to enlighten him.
Highlight for Warnings: *Angry butt-sex*
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: A thousand huggies goes out to weasleywench for helping me with this!
AN: To magic_helmet - it’s all your fault for inspiring me to join in!



What He Needs

“Harry, stop! Don’t do it!”

“Harry, mate, Hermione’s right. Don’t go alone. Let me go with you.”

“No! That bastard has called Hermione ‘Mudblood’ one too many times!”

“But, Harry--”

It was too late. Harry was already sprinting down the corridor after the pompous, arrogant prat, Draco Malfoy. Deep into the heart of the Slytherin dungeons.

“Malfoy!”

Draco Malfoy stopped his casual stride and slowly turned. “Potter.” He sneered. “Looking for someone specific or do you just enjoy--”

Whatever Draco was going to say was cut off by Harry slamming him into the wall.

“You bastard! I’m sick and tired of your bullshit!”

Draco glanced down at Harry's fists clenched in his robes and then back up to Harry's face, amused. He smirked evilly. “You don’t say.”

“If you don’t stop calling Hermione names, I’m going to kick your little arrogant arse up and down these--”

“Are you now?” Draco interrupted, now grinning.

“That’s it! I’ve had it! We’re through!”

Draco stopped smiling. He leaned forward so they were inches away from one another. “You say that every time, Potter,” he whispered. “And you never mean it.”

“This time I do!”

Suddenly, Draco shoved Harry away, hard enough to hit the opposite wall. He straightened his robe and turned to leave.

“I mean it!” Harry called out after him.

Draco stopped in front of a door and it opened silently. He motioned for Harry to follow him in. Draco was no sooner than ten feet inside the empty classroom that he found himself on the floor. He rubbed his sore jaw.

“Feel better?” Draco asked sarcastically.

“Get up! Get up so I can beat the crap out of you!”

Draco slowly rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving Harry’s.

“You don’t get it, do you, Potter? You need me.”

“W-what?” Harry sputtered. “Need you? I don’t need you!” he half-screamed. “What I need is to kick the shit out of you!”

Draco folded his arms. “Then what are you waiting for?” he challenged.

Harry rushed forward and grabbed Draco for the second time.

“I’m waiting for the day that you finally grow up, but that day will never happen, will it, Malfoy?”

Before Draco had the chance to answer, Harry clipped Draco along his chin, all the while holding him in place by his robes. Draco's head flew to the side from the force of the blow. He coughed and spat out a bit of blood. He looked back at Harry with a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

“See? I told you that you need me,” Draco said smugly.

“Are you fucking mental?” Harry shouted. “I don’t need you! I never have!”

With a grunt, Harry released Draco, and stormed back over to the door.

“Who else riles you up this much, Potter? Your pathetic friends? Your redheaded blood traitor of a girlfriend?” Draco asked snidely.

Harry spun around and charged after Draco, who was leaning against a desk.

“Shut up! Shut your filthy mouth!”

Draco remained calm. “None of them spark this kind of anger in you, Potter.”

“Anger? Of course they don’t make me angry! Why would they? Only you--”

“Because you need it, and you want it.” Draco leaned in. “You need to feel angry.”

“You are insane!”

“Face it, Potter. Ever since the Dark Lord was defeated, your life has been empty.”

“No, it hasn’t! It’s exactly how I want it to be!”

“Normal?” Draco asked, sneering.

“Yes!” Harry shouted.

Draco laughed. “You couldn’t possibly live in a world of normal, Potter. You need excitement. You need…” Draco paused to emphasise, “…me.”

Harry pushed Draco away. “No, I don’t!”

Draco took a few steps towards him. “Yes, you do,” he said silkily. “That’s why you always come back. You need to feel that rush of excitement. That rush of anger.”

“No, I-I,” Harry stuttered. “I don’t need that. And…and I don’t need you.”

“Get angry, Potter,” Draco said, shoving him.

“Stop it!”

“Do it!” Draco said, his voice finally rising. He shoved Harry again.

“Knock it off!”

Draco pushed Harry harder. “Get fucking angry!”

“No!”

Draco reached out to shove Harry again, but was stopped by a fist to his stomach. He hit the floor.

“You want me angry, Malfoy?” Harry cried. “You got it!”

Harry bent over and jerked Draco to his feet. He spun him around, and threw him face first onto the desk. He quickly undid his trousers and then pulled Draco's robes over his head, exposing his cloth-covered arse.

“Yesss,” Draco hissed.

“Shut up!”

Draco unfastened his trousers and yanked them, along with his pants, to his knees. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them along the lips of his anus.

“Fuck me, Potter. Fuck me hard,” Draco growled.

“I said, shut--” Harry aimed his cock to Draco's entrance. He thrust forward with all his might. “Up!”

Draco howled and gripped the sides of the desk.

“Is this what you want, Malfoy?” Harry panted. He pulled out all the way and slammed back in. “For Harry Potter to fuck you?”

“Oh god, yes,” Draco breathed.

Harry dug his nails into Draco's smooth hips, and began plunging in and out of him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Malfoy. So hard that you won't be able to sit down for a year.”

Draco moaned in response.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Malfoy?” Harry rasped, hips pumping. “You’re trying to make me into something I’m not. You're trying to... to…Oh fuck, you’re tight! Fuck!”

Draco reached back and grabbed Harry's arse, urging him to move faster. Soon, the small classroom was filling up with the smell of sex, and the sounds of flesh on flesh.

“Damn you, Malfoy,” Harry hissed.

Harry's pace increased and his balls slapped non-stop against Draco's legs. He reached under Draco and grabbed his cock, stroking it in time with his own thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” both said at the same time.

Harry pulled Draco towards him so they were flush against each other, and his muscles locked. He couldn’t help but cry out, and vaguely felt Draco's seed pouring out and over his hand. They stayed pressed against one another till the waves of their orgasms slowly receded.

Suddenly regaining mental clarity, Harry pulled back and his cock slipped out. He quickly cast Scourgify and did up his trousers, leaving Draco's naked backside exposed. He turned away from Draco, not bearing to see the Slytherin’s smug expression. He headed to the door, but stopped half-way there by a soft voice coming from behind him.

“I told you that you needed me, Potter. And you always will.”

Harry closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He didn’t dare say a word, knowing that in his relaxed state of mind, he wouldn’t be able to contradict Draco. He did take comfort, however, in knowing that he would eventually be able to lie to himself later tonight. And once again, pretend that this never happened.

But for now, Harry leaves the room quietly and disappears into the empty corridors.

Content.

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Roedhunt
2008

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Annie