Fucking Potter: Chapter 1
Title: Fucking Potter
Chapter 1: A Thousand Words
Summary: CANON COMPLIANT -- A very dark fic about anger and confusion, with slowly realized unrequited love. Told during years 6 & 7 from Draco's POV.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Warnings: Angst with graphic descriptions, mentions of rape, and torture.
Author's notes: This first chapter was inspired from the picture directly referenced under the cut which was taken from Entertainment Weekly's website. It started as a one-shot, but the muse for this would not stop beating me.
There will be five chapters total. I'm hoping if I post the three chapters I've completed here, I'll feel inspired to post the rest.
My special thanks to a wonderful, encouraging friend and a great beta, MystressXOXO.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Fucking Potter.
I swear that fucking Potter will pay for all the damage he has done. He ruined my father and our family’s good name by thwarting all of the plans the Dark Lord and my father went through to try to get the prophecy. They were so close to getting it, too, working him like a goddamn puppet. Then he had to go and fuck everything up.
Now my father is in Azkaban, and I’m trying to do the impossible while stuck here in school. If I don’t succeed in my mission, the Dark Lord is going to kill all of us: Mother, Father, and I. I can’t let that happen. I must do it. Besides, I know the Dark Lord wouldn’t give me a task to do if he didn’t think I would be successful in completing. Would he?
It doesn’t matter. Fucking Potter is going to pay for making my life now a living hell. Even if it takes going to the ends of the earth and casting an Avada Kedavra on every Muggle like his family; every half-breed like that oaf, Hagrid; every Mudblood like that bitch, Granger; every blood traitor like that ginger git, Weasel; and even every half-blood ponce like Potter himself; I’ll do it. I’ll kill them all, bathe myself in their blood, and wear their skins as garments.
Fucking Potter is always getting away with everything under the sun. Anything that the Golden Boy wants to do, he can, and the worst thing that will happen to him will be a few minor detentions and maybe losing some house points. He’s got to be Dumbledore’s bitch to be able to get away with so much shit. I know because I see it every day. I watch him the way a hawk watches its prey.
And I’m going to continue to watch Potter. I’m going to look for any rule-breaking he decides to get into, and should he make any mistakes, I’ll be there to catch him.
Why just look at him, strutting around like a rooster. My wand hand is getting itchy by simply just looking at him. I always keep my hawthorn in my hand, at the ready, just waiting for him to make a move, and when he does, that's when I’ll strike. One day, I’m going to take him, even if it’s by force.
Oh, yes, I am going to rape him. I want to sneak up behind him and grab him and bring him down. I am going to throw my weight against him and pin him to the floor. I want to feel him fight underneath me as he tries to free himself from my grasp. I'd let him think that we’re just having a regular brawl before I stick my hands into the waistband of his trousers and yank them down. As he realizes what is happening to him, I would pause for less than a second to watch him turn, to look me straight in the eyes. I want to see that look of fear and stark realization reflecting in his wide, green eyes while I give him my best shit-eating grin.
Then he’s really going to put up a fight because he’ll know what the stakes are. He’ll double his efforts to try to get me off him, and I'll keep pushing him down, driving my knees between his legs and making him scared. I’ll keep forcing his pants down until they reach the middle of his thighs, and his legs will become useless in our fight. Then I’ll start cupping his beautiful ass and work my fingers between his ass crack, forcing them open to find his boy pussy. Oh, what a glorious day that will be!
I want to stick my hard cock in him exactly like that, all nice and dry. I want it rough, just flesh on flesh, with no preparation and no lube. I need it to hurt for both of us. I want to hear him screaming out in pain, humiliation, and confusion. I want him to cry out for his dead mother, knowing she won’t be able to come to the aid of her baby boy this time. I long to gloat as he sobs to any god he thinks will listen. They may hear him, but they sure as fuck won’t help him.
I wish to feel the pain of trying to thrust into him. Oh, I know it will hurt me, but it’s going to hurt him so much more. I want to see him start to give up the hope that it will be over soon. Then, when I don’t think I can take it any more, I want to come inside of him. I want to blow my load deep within his bowels and howl at the moon in triumph. It will be my ultimate victory, and his ultimate defeat. Oh, the humiliation!
Then I want my last few thrusts to be eased between us as my come, coating his insides, finally lubes my cock. He'd have given up the fight by then, degraded down to a mere victim. He would turn his face to one side, eyes glassy with a vacant stare in them, and his breath would make a panting sound. I’d take those last few thrusts slow and deep, almost gentle and kind. I’d ease my weight up off of him and let him almost enjoy it. I'd make him start to get hard from the assuaging contact between us and let him almost realize that maybe he might be gay. That he might like to be somebody’s bitch... my bitch.
At that moment, I want him to understand how good it could have been between the two of us if that bastard had just shook my hand all those years ago.
Fucking Potter thinks he’s so perfect. Why can’t he see that he’s going to lose?
Why can’t he see what’s right in front of him?
Why can’t he see me, the real me?
Why doesn’t he love me?
Fucking Potter.
Fucking Potter: Chapter 2
Chapter 1: A Thousand Words
Summary: CANON COMPLIANT -- A very dark fic about anger and confusion, with slowly realized unrequited love. Told during years 6 & 7 from Draco's POV.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Warnings: Angst with graphic descriptions, mentions of rape, and torture.
Author's notes: This first chapter was inspired from the picture directly referenced under the cut which was taken from Entertainment Weekly's website. It started as a one-shot, but the muse for this would not stop beating me.
There will be five chapters total. I'm hoping if I post the three chapters I've completed here, I'll feel inspired to post the rest.
My special thanks to a wonderful, encouraging friend and a great beta, MystressXOXO.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
Fucking Potter.
I swear that fucking Potter will pay for all the damage he has done. He ruined my father and our family’s good name by thwarting all of the plans the Dark Lord and my father went through to try to get the prophecy. They were so close to getting it, too, working him like a goddamn puppet. Then he had to go and fuck everything up.
Now my father is in Azkaban, and I’m trying to do the impossible while stuck here in school. If I don’t succeed in my mission, the Dark Lord is going to kill all of us: Mother, Father, and I. I can’t let that happen. I must do it. Besides, I know the Dark Lord wouldn’t give me a task to do if he didn’t think I would be successful in completing. Would he?
It doesn’t matter. Fucking Potter is going to pay for making my life now a living hell. Even if it takes going to the ends of the earth and casting an Avada Kedavra on every Muggle like his family; every half-breed like that oaf, Hagrid; every Mudblood like that bitch, Granger; every blood traitor like that ginger git, Weasel; and even every half-blood ponce like Potter himself; I’ll do it. I’ll kill them all, bathe myself in their blood, and wear their skins as garments.
Fucking Potter is always getting away with everything under the sun. Anything that the Golden Boy wants to do, he can, and the worst thing that will happen to him will be a few minor detentions and maybe losing some house points. He’s got to be Dumbledore’s bitch to be able to get away with so much shit. I know because I see it every day. I watch him the way a hawk watches its prey.
And I’m going to continue to watch Potter. I’m going to look for any rule-breaking he decides to get into, and should he make any mistakes, I’ll be there to catch him.
Why just look at him, strutting around like a rooster. My wand hand is getting itchy by simply just looking at him. I always keep my hawthorn in my hand, at the ready, just waiting for him to make a move, and when he does, that's when I’ll strike. One day, I’m going to take him, even if it’s by force.
Oh, yes, I am going to rape him. I want to sneak up behind him and grab him and bring him down. I am going to throw my weight against him and pin him to the floor. I want to feel him fight underneath me as he tries to free himself from my grasp. I'd let him think that we’re just having a regular brawl before I stick my hands into the waistband of his trousers and yank them down. As he realizes what is happening to him, I would pause for less than a second to watch him turn, to look me straight in the eyes. I want to see that look of fear and stark realization reflecting in his wide, green eyes while I give him my best shit-eating grin.
Then he’s really going to put up a fight because he’ll know what the stakes are. He’ll double his efforts to try to get me off him, and I'll keep pushing him down, driving my knees between his legs and making him scared. I’ll keep forcing his pants down until they reach the middle of his thighs, and his legs will become useless in our fight. Then I’ll start cupping his beautiful ass and work my fingers between his ass crack, forcing them open to find his boy pussy. Oh, what a glorious day that will be!
I want to stick my hard cock in him exactly like that, all nice and dry. I want it rough, just flesh on flesh, with no preparation and no lube. I need it to hurt for both of us. I want to hear him screaming out in pain, humiliation, and confusion. I want him to cry out for his dead mother, knowing she won’t be able to come to the aid of her baby boy this time. I long to gloat as he sobs to any god he thinks will listen. They may hear him, but they sure as fuck won’t help him.
I wish to feel the pain of trying to thrust into him. Oh, I know it will hurt me, but it’s going to hurt him so much more. I want to see him start to give up the hope that it will be over soon. Then, when I don’t think I can take it any more, I want to come inside of him. I want to blow my load deep within his bowels and howl at the moon in triumph. It will be my ultimate victory, and his ultimate defeat. Oh, the humiliation!
Then I want my last few thrusts to be eased between us as my come, coating his insides, finally lubes my cock. He'd have given up the fight by then, degraded down to a mere victim. He would turn his face to one side, eyes glassy with a vacant stare in them, and his breath would make a panting sound. I’d take those last few thrusts slow and deep, almost gentle and kind. I’d ease my weight up off of him and let him almost enjoy it. I'd make him start to get hard from the assuaging contact between us and let him almost realize that maybe he might be gay. That he might like to be somebody’s bitch... my bitch.
At that moment, I want him to understand how good it could have been between the two of us if that bastard had just shook my hand all those years ago.
Fucking Potter thinks he’s so perfect. Why can’t he see that he’s going to lose?
Why can’t he see what’s right in front of him?
Why can’t he see me, the real me?
Why doesn’t he love me?
Fucking Potter.
Fucking Potter: Chapter 2