Sunday, January 2, 2011

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PRE-TRIAL PRE-TRIAL I


NOTICINE

I wrote this fic for the 4th of fanfic_italia p0rn fest. Hey this is the first time I take part (and I write a story p0rn!), have mercy! : D
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: Red, NC17
Prompt: Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter, "How, pray?" "Enchantment Sturaorecchie, Malfoy . The Wizengamot gave you probation, but only to my care "
Genre: I was
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to JK Rowlings (not that I ever write something about them XD ), we do not gain a penny in your hand reviews, so be verbose * _ *
Warnings: slash, lemon, language, sadomasochism, non-consensual, BDSM, bondage, crossdressing, violence, descriptive, descriptive sex, extreme sex.

PRE-TRIAL

1THE CONTRACT

"Hello, Malfoy."

Draco felt his smile in his voice, even before putting a fire in the dark. No, not the smile.

's grin.

"... Potter? Is that you? "

" No. I'm Hannah Abbott. "

Potter knelt beside him and his hands were bound hand and touched his head. Draco felt his heart pounding. Gritted his teeth and took a breath fund. He found himself coughing heavily. He was sitting on the floor of a squalid cell in the Ministry, a peaceful room with peeling walls, the reinforced door and no windows. The Auror who had interrogated him pinned to the bar of the bunk bed that was intended for the prisoners. What's more, had smoked while twisted it. Now those two square feet of air were plagued by the hood. He was shirtless, his skin still sensitive from the barrel of the previous interrogations. While coughing Potter's hand went to touch the exact spot of her neck that the Aurors had chosen to use as an ashtray. She bit her lip and tried not to yelp not winking, but decided to commit suicide and treacherous tear fell from his eyes, crashing on the floor.

"Fuck you, you're not funny."

"Oh. Funny. That's exactly my intention, you know? "

" Do not be funny? "

"No. L ' other thing you said. "

Draco blanched. "What?"

"Oh, do not worry. There will be time. A lot of time. If you come with me, of course. "

" Come with you where? "

" Oh, do not tell me that you like here. I was at home for the search, before gave everything to the flames. In fact, I was there already, the seventh year, remember ... "

" I remember perfectly, with Potter. "

" All that luxury. Your mother had really good taste, you know? The paintings ... the pageantry, silk, mahogany. It was a beautiful house. "

" And you've burned. "

" It was the procedure. There was something dark around every corner, there. "

" There's something dark, even behind every corner of your candid Ministry, Scarred. "

" In fact, you do not you give on fire if you could? "

"What the fuck ... that has to do is another matter. It is the people who are running here. "

" You do quite right. Do you know who is the first that should end at the stake? "

" The two Aurors who smoke like chimneys sanguesporco? "

" No. "Harry chuckled. 'Well, maybe, but someone before them. "

" Who? "Surrendered Draco.

"I do." Whispered Harry. He bent down to be level with Draco. He stroked her face, winning platinum-colored hair on his fingers. "I am the most profoundly dark, dirty and wrong you have ever known, Draco Malfoy."

Draco laughed. "I met the Lord, Potty. Macnair, Dolohov. Greyback. My aunt Bellatrix. And yet my father. "

" Oh, a nice clique, of course. But none of them ever dared to do this . "Harry's breath was hot and close, too close. Draco was paralyzed. And then it happened. Something hot and wet crossed the neck, back up ear. Something hard and sharp stuck in the left lobe, tormenting him until the skin pearly still a tiny drop of blood.

That was the language of Potter, Morgan slut. Those were the teeth of Potter.

Under the procedure, informed him his brain, now you should get to scream, namely the words "What the fuck are you doing, kind of disgusting freak!?".

Draco heard the suggestion of his brain, but failed to implement it. All I could do was breathing heavily, his heart and squeezed the breath from the lips of Harry, who walked across the white line of the neck sucking and stroking the bruises scratches, and startled when Harry's hand - cold sweat - undid his pants torn he was wearing and penetrated below the slip dirty. The thumb and forefinger of Harry encircled his member and the beautiful, terrifying sense of up and down tilt gradually began to send the neurons in his brain already exhausted, he stopped to kick and spit sentences, leaving the Joy all his mind and his body.

"We have panties dirty, eh Malfoy? "Harry grinned, while his left hand grazed his chest. Draco jumped back and was very close to come when the nails of Harry's squeeze the left nipple, scratching. Harry stepped up the beat, and hold more, and the groans escaped Draco's mouth stubborn legacies. Potter's mouth closed around the nipple and sucked and bit damaged up to feel the taste of blood. A Then came the answer to your question, whining and modulated orgasm.

"Fuck you." Malfoy whispered, and came into Harry's hand with a powerful toward the throat.

"I would be delighted, I say. In any case ... "Harry glanced at the hole in the concrete they were" Do not you miss the clean laundry, Malfoy? Do not you miss eating something that is not rancid rice or brown slop? Do not you miss someone to talk to? "

" What, teasing? Want to get a laugh on the desperation of someone? Vaf ... fuck you, scarred. You already know everything, what can I say? Yes, I miss my mother. Killed in cold blood by the fanatics of Light. Yes, I miss my father. Thrown in Azkaban without a fight for life. Yes I'm broken, happy? I miss clean clothes. I miss eating something that is not rotting for days. I miss someone who speaks to me without putting hands on him, okay? I miss my strafottutissima life has meaning. Are you satisfied now? You took off the whim of sex. Without your laughter, spit on him, maybe spaccami face while you're at, but then do me a favor, go away. Go away. "Draco spat, angrily.

Harry did not seem impressed by that monologue. Knelt beside him.

"Will you come and stay with me until the trial, Draco?"

Draco blinked, swallowed hard. "What are you doing, Potter, taking the piss?"

Harry took his chin with two fingers and guided her in her eyes.

"I am very serious."

And something in those two pieces of jade brilliant convinced Draco, who opened his mouth and looked at him in amazement. He released her head back, exhausted.

"And what you want in return, Potter? "

He had expected that the information asked. Names. Spy. Straight complaints. Collaboration with the Order. Potter trembled when he answered.

"You know what does the acronym BDSM, Malfoy?"

"Sadomasochism?" He said.

"Not exactly. BD, Bondage & Discipline. DS, Domination & Submission. SM, Sadism & Masochism. "

stroked the chains around his hands, which rattled in a worrying way. "You know what bondage, Malfoy? "

" I think I guess. "unstressed Draco whispered, eyes wide.

"Do you like?"

Draco did not answer, she blushed.

Harry insisted. "With me, you like that? Not only bondage, all the letters. "He smiled and licked his lips.

"Did it matter if I like it? You are a witness at my trial. "

Harry's face broke into a wide grin. "And before the trial, we would have a whole week."

"It is useless to ask the roles."

raped Harry's mouth. It was really rude. Pulled her hair, throwing his head back, slamming against the wall, and penetrated her lips with his tongue as if raped. Draco had never been kissed in that manner. It was also the first time that Potter kissed him, he realized. His tongue was driving the kiss, forcing Draco to follow the movements. Her teeth morsero the lips and cheeks, and suddenly Draco tried again without oxygen. For a horrible moment, he realized that would have really been able to Potter beg to let him breathe. His erection down there awoke. He tried to establish itself not to get excited, but the situation was getting much too hot. After several long seconds, Harry broke away, allowing him to catch his breath. Draco gasped. He could choke, he thought.

"Just as the answer?" Potter grinned.

Draco nodded frantically. Yes, it was enough. For now , said something in his head. Not his brain. He feared that the message came from very lower.

Potter put a hand on the throat pack and laughed. Draco could not do anything but watch it with their hands tied as well.

"You're hard to suck, bitch. They want more, eh? "Harry's fingers tightened around his cock. Draco shivered, shivering automaledicendosi for the touch and the words of Harry's aroused. He did not answer.

"Well, good, you learn quickly. Never respond to the Lord. If you do not - Yes, My Lord -. You're just a dirty whore, Malfoy. Tell me, would you be ready at this time begging for me to fuck you, if not SODDING pride for your dick. "

Hell, yes, he really begged . He had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning as Harry's fingers rub against the skin of the glans shiny and wet. But he was silent.

"Do not give in, eh? Pride Malfoy's cock. Accept the reality, Draco Malfoy. You're nothing but a slut to two pennies, you bathe only hear my voice, is not it? You're a fucking pervert and that is that I want you to exhaustion purposes, bound hand and foot, after we whipped up a nerve, and I made you scream until you lose the voice. "

Draco's eyes, dark, slipped on the floor, away from both the face and the hands of Harry, there at the bottom. Still no answer.

"Whatever you say - Yes, Potter, you agree to take me into custody until the trial date. Under your full jurisdiction. I have already agreed with the Minister of Magic. "

" How, pray? "

" Enchantment Sturaorecchie, Malfoy. The Wizengamot gave you probation, but only to my care. "

Draco did not raise even gaze. "Yes, Potter. I allow you to take me into custody until the trial date. "

Harry's eyes widened Le. He evoked the form and a pen to sign and freed one hand.

"Under ... under your complete jurisdiction." Draco continued. Signed. The signature sparkled for a moment and appeared a thin golden thread that bound his wrist to Harry. Then he disappeared.

"Bravissimo, Draco. You're such a good girl. "Gongoli Harry.

"Only otherwise testify against me in the process. "

Draco saw the sudden change on the face of Harry. Satisfaction turn into anger. He had expected. What I had not foreseen was that Harry's slap in the face relaxed. It was not fast enough to raise the only free hand. The slap smacked in the silence of the cell. Draco groaned and his eyes watered with pain.

"filthy whore. This is not believe to get away. You'll pay, oh, if you will pay. "Harry got up. "But later, at home. Shall we go? "

Draco shook. Suddenly, he thought he had made a choice not wrong, totally wrong. Harry crashed into the other chain and abruptly pushed out of the cell.

Disapparate A moment before, stared at Harry and asked, "What you really want, Potter?"

"Give meaning to your life strafottutissima, Malfoy."

2 SPANKING

When they arrived at house of Potter, Draco had a strange feeling.

"I've been here." She whispered.

"Probably." Said Harry, sprawl on a sofa. "This house belonged to Black."

Draco blinked. "I was here ... in a memory. In my mother's Pensieve. "
Harry chuckled. "Spiavi memories of your parents, Malfoy?"

'Well. Like everyone else. You do not want me to drink you ... "he realized too late the gaffe. Retreated, back to the wall. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Potter. I really do not want to. I swear. Really. I swear. "

" Never mind "Potter whispered, staring. "There is a bathroom. Go and wash, you suck. "

Draco nodded, grateful. A few weeks ago wanted a bath more than anything else. She closed the door behind him, opened the taps and stepped into the tub. For the next half hour he tried to make order in their thoughts, while rubbing his skin, wiping blood from scale and dirt. So, he realized. He was in the house of Potter. He had agreed to submit to sexual desires of Potter in exchange for his testimony in favor of the process. Process to be held in a week states. He had done well to accept the offer? The eyes of Potter, his words - that slap - all led him to repent. But by rejecting or pulling back now, the chance that Potter witnesses in his favor would be lowered to zero. And at that point was in danger of spending to Azkaban the next twenty years of his life. No, he could play the card of the Chosen One. Why - The thought hit him like a blade, was desperately trying not to get in touch with their emotions - it was really just now. Of his family, his father remained alone. Already in Azkaban for summary, waiting for the kiss. His mother was m .... his mother was not there, here. His name? Discredited. His money? Seized. Home? Burned. He had a fucking

Dark Mark on his arm and not a single chance to rot in prison, and that possibility was called Harry Potter.

Then Fuck of right and wrong, honor and pride. Life, his life was before. Ever been minimally Gryffindor. Proud, but to a certain point. Slytherin was the very marrow. Computer and interested. That was why he accepted, he said. Personal interest and calculation. Better than two weeks to lick the ass of a Potter to life in Azkaban Dementors, Death Eaters and Aurors, all ready to pay him only the act of breathing.

Oh, no. Merlin. Better still two weeks to lick literally Potter's ass for two weeks to lick the ass of some rotten warden of the Ministry. At least Potter was young and beautiful.

While you were showing a lot of perverse.

Draco sighed and walked out from the tank. Fuck. Fate had not ever presented as something he could change, rather it was always treated with guidelines to follow.

And once again, as always, would obey his fate.

back into the room. Naked with a towel around his waist. He had decided not to call his pants dirty.

"Could you lend me a pair of pants ..."

"We've put a lot ', bitch." Harry did not seem to have moved.

"I was dirty." Snapped Draco, uncomfortable.

"Oh-oh. Wrong answer. That is right - I humbly ask forgiveness, my lord and master. How can I get your pardon? You should punish me for what I did - "

" Do you really want to say this? "Draco's eyes widened. "Okay humiliation, but Potter, Merlin ... to a certain extent."

"is playing." Potter said. "If you want to work, you must obey. Tu. Sei. Lo. Slave. "Round his fingers materialized a black leather collar, studded. "The slave." He stood up and walked over to Draco, stood behind him and tied him in the back. Large enough to breathe without effort. Sufficiently close that they can not ever forget his presence. "On your knees." Ordered, pushing him down.

Draco collapsed on his knees, without a shadow of a smile on his face, but dared not protest while Potter fumbled around his neck.

"I. Am. Il. Master. "Draco heard a pop and turned around. Potter was in his hand a whip, a long leather whip, also black. "The Master." He smiled in a way that Draco thought a lot left. "And you were a slave very, very naughty, my child."

"I humbly ask forgiveness, my lord and master. How can I get your pardon? You should punish me for what I did. "He played Draco sarcastically.

Harry brightened. "But bravo! Bravo, you learn quickly. "

Then I whipped.

"These are for having responded in kind before."

Pain in the brain of Draco exploded as a supernova. He could not formulate any coherent thought, while the second and third beat whipped on his back. yelled.

"I gave you permission to yell, bitch? It will have one more each time I cry. "

Draco bit his lips and tongue to keep from screaming, while Harry was raging on her skin three more times.

"The first was why you cried. The other because you have taken the floor. You did it twice, Malfoy. You never have to speak first without my permission. Is that clear? Do you understand, slut? "

Draco nodded, a bubble of blood on his tongue bitten. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

"You have to answer when the boss asks you a question! Who are you? "Asked Harry, hitting him again.

Draco fell. He maintained the balance on his knees too long. He fell, crying silently for the pain, the humiliation. He fell and answered.

"slave."

"The slave who?"
"Your slave." The look of Harry's was enough to correct. "Your. Your slave. Forgive me, Master. I humbly ask forgiveness. How can I get your pardon? "

The most humiliating thing of the whole thing was that Draco was getting really hard. He wondered how it was possible, after six lashes on the floor of the Potter house, kneeling in a collar on him to say bullshit perverted, yet it was so. Painfully hard. Painfully hard.

"I should punish you for what you did." Potter murmured, touching the bruised shoulder blades with the whip. "But perhaps I could be magnanimous. This time, I'll give you the opportunity to get my forgiveness in another way. "

Draco nodded, eyes down, without finding the courage to watch it.

"Come with me." Stopped him before he could get up. "Crawling on his knees."

It was really humiliating. Potter followed his knees, his back on fire, the towel that was as slow as around the waist, rubbing against his erection. He blushed more than a human limitation, but all his embarrassment Potter and his shame, he would have sworn we enjoyed. Once in a flight of stairs, dropped the towel completely. Harry did not allow him to pick it up or not to do the stairs. He had to get naked on their knees scrambling up the steps, and although Harry authorized him to use his hands to help at least, when it finally arrived on the second floor hurt anything. Harry and smiled. He was beaming. A door opened and Draco followed him. Was to be his room. It was big, almost as much to his Manor. What time was burned. And his mother was banished ... m thinking. It was great. Point. Gorgeous. The four-poster bed, bed, huge, enthroned at the center. Seta dark red, and black. The environment was too old and above to be able to give some sense of intimacy. The room was full of stuff. The tent was the only right of the canopy spread, the other two were side by side. A closet, a library (he was sure that Potter had never even touched one of those books), a desk, a rug, tapestry depicting geometric patterns, always in red and black. And at the foot of the bed, a large cage (at least two meters long), a cage for a fair from a noble lineage, perhaps a leopard? At the time it was empty. Potter intercepted his eye.

"You like?"

"Yes, sir." Draco said, thinking it best to make him happy.

"Good, because that is where you sleep."

3 DEEP THROAT

Draco's eyes widened. Fuck you, Potter. Then? For if you need someone to try the spiked club in the hall of armor? No, because there is so much Draco Malfoy. At the risk Azkaban, Potter only witness in favor. In favor. Maybe. Probably

there would have fucked on the bed. He wondered if he would lubricated. Or would have swept dry, his back torn by laid, to punish him for giving him the ... to you, telling him that thing in the cell to have tormented for years, to exist? He would beat him again?

And suddenly he realized that ... more of a feeling that a real thought ... it did not matter what he would do. He did not care, really. It was hard to be frightening and hard for Potter, hard at the thought that he would hit again, in the wrong way, that way prohibited. The only coherent thought he had come.

Potter did not say anything when he pushed the desk to the side, revealing two strains metal embedded in the wall. Performed without protest when ordered him to stick his hands. She left him chained to the wall, arms outstretched, knees, naked.

Harry turned the key in the handcuffs and then throw them at random behind him and glanced mockingly towards the erection of Draco. Then you stood in front of him, exactly at the crotch of her face.

"Open your mouth, bitch." Orders. Draco performed. Harry pulled his shirt and threw it on the bed. "Slacciami the blue jeans. With teeth. "

I bluejeans Harry fell to the ground only after two or three minutes of intense work. His cock's it stood before his face, slapping her cheek for a moment. He was big and long, longer than her - natural, Potter, Potter would have been if it had not been beaten in anything - and had a pungent odor and bitter. Draco was undecided whether he had more desire to vomit or to come. He held his breath.

"What we will do," Harry informed him "Deep Throat is called . Can you imagine what it's like, doll? "

" Deep Throat "translated Draco, mechanically. "Master ..." she added late.

"Well done my child. It means that slam your cock down your throat so that risks to speak in falsetto for the rest of your life. What that basically fits the pansy you are, huh bitch? "

Draco did not answer.

"Did I one question ... slave. "

" I would rather speak normally, sir. "

In response, Harry took his dick and shoved him in the mouth. "Expressing dissent is not among your options. If you want to eat and maybe get some clothes. And if you do not want another ten tonight. In addition to those that may accumulate throughout the day. "He was referring to the lashes. "You're just a slut craving, Malfoy. You are already hard and I've barely touched upon. It sucks, you bastard. "And then Harry pushed. He pushed hard. Draco was not prepared. Almost slammed his head against the wall, his mouth full of that strange thing and pulsating. It was not pleasant. Not at all. One of the most disgusting feeling I ever had. The lack of air, mouth fucking occupied by Harry Potter.

He felt hardly denigrating the laugh of Potter, who was still oblivious to go to him in his mouth - probably the body part to him the most intimate and private. "Take it all inside. It sucks, move your tongue, do 'something, bitch. "Ordered Harry. Draco obeyed. He took it all inside. He sucked and licked and Harry groaned and began to breathe more and faster and stronger and pushed . Draco merely follow and indulge in the pleasure of the Lord, passively obeying his orders. Maybe I suck at this even, he thought. Potter seemed to him that it was putting an eternity to come. Suddenly, Draco felt dirty, dirty as he had never heard before. Potter came into his throat, moaning. "If you dare to spit, I do lick the floor. As you take the strap. I'm not kidding. "

He had no intention to investigate if he was joking or not. Harry came out of his mouth - from his throat - and he swallowed hard. He thought it was over now, but the Lord ordered him to still use his tongue to clean his penis. He licked the glans, the entire length of Harry's cock and balls, licking her hair and her inner thigh until the last drop white had disappeared into her mouth.

"Good girl." Rewards him for his master. He pulled up his jeans, tied them, put your shirt. Draco was exhausted. His head lolled on his chest and arms stretched up started to really hurt him. Harry opened the handcuffs and Draco dropped to the ground, exhausted, and began to masturbate compulsively until it came with a groan, splashing on the tiles. Harry looked at him smiling.

"You're a whore, Malfoy. Look what you did slaughter. "He pointed his semen on the floor. "Should I let you lick your shit."

Draco did not dare say no. He just meet his gaze for a split second, motionless on the cold tiles of his semen dirty in the bedroom of Harry James Potter, the second floor, 12 Grimmauld Place, London. Suddenly the excitement he had dissolved, and everything was taking a color obscene, immoral, disgusting. His father would kill her if she knew. Not with the Avada Kedavra. Had exceeded the limit. It was a disgusting pervert, and a whore. A freak of nature, a being repulsive.

"Are you okay?" Potter said with a hint of concern, "Why do not you move?"

"Sorry, Master." Draco tried to get up, suppressing a wave nausea. He fell to the ground and vomited. He vomited in alternating retching cries for forgiveness, while Harry held his forehead. He vomited blood and white stuff and rice semidigerito, and wept as Harry supported him to the bathroom on the second floor and gently rinsed. He continued to ask mercy from the Lord by refusing to move into convulsive sobs and sobs until he saw that Potter had brought with her arms up to his big four-poster bed, covered him with a sheet and now he was stroking and was whispering, "Shh, shh, calm down. Calm down, Draco. "

Draco looked horrified and perplexed.

"Shhh. Have you been perfect. It's okay. I'm not going bad. You were good. You did a great job. "

And lulled by the gentle touch of Harry, from his caresses, his whispers, Draco fell asleep, feeling childish and innocent, a feeling long forgotten, sobbing like a scolded child, he fell asleep to sleep without nightmares, feeling at peace and safe as possible for years he had forgotten to feel.

continues in the next post: D

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