Drarry One-Shots

Choked Out

Third Person

"You fucking bastard!" Harry hissed, slamming Draco again the wall, causing the smaller boy to cry out in pain with an aggressive glare.

"It's not my fault Hermione is so easy to offend," he sneered back, his gray eyes flashing with malice.

"It's your fault that you verbally attacked her in the first place!"

Harry was growling, getting up in Dracos face, both of them breathing heavily with fury dancing in their eyes. Every muscle was pulled taut, prepared, ready to strike or block a blow.

"Like I haven't done the same thing for the last seven and a half years of my life," he bristled, shoving Harry off of him. "It's not my fault she's suddenly sensitive this year!"

"Stop squirming you fucking snake!" Harry roared, finally getting Draco pinned- with a hand around his pale, slender throat. A throat that seemed to fit perfectly into the palm of Harry's large, calloused hand.

Dracos eyes widened immediately, fear in his eyes. "Potter, don't," he breathed, his voice weak even though there was no real pressure on his throat.

"Scared, Malfoy?" Harry leaned in, his lips curled into a harsh snarl, wide, glassy eyes meeting hard green ones.

"Never," Draco snapped, seeming to get his brashness back, though it quickly faltered when the tan hand around his throat tightened. "Please-" He managed weakly, but Harry only squeezed tighter, glaring.

"Everyone's scared of dying in one way in particular. Is this yours? Being choked to death?" Harry's grip tightened an it broke out of Draco like a trapped demon, frightening Harry enough to lessen his grip.

It was a barely audible noise, but it echoed like a cannon shot in Harry's ear- the soft whimper as his eyes rolled back in his head, trembling slightly. Draco reached up once he regained his bearings and grabbed Harry's wrist, trying to push him off, but something switched in Harry's brain and all he wanted was for Draco to whimper again. He wanted to see the fear in his eyes, to watch as the boy struggled to breath, to watch his eyes roll back in the pleasure he was trying to mask. "Please-" Draco pleaded, desperately tugging at Harry's wrist, though he was suddenly weak.

Once he looked up to meet Harry's eyes, however, he saw that animalistic look in his eyes- the darkened iris, the blown pupil. His eyes widened further as the grip on his throat tightened, a soft gasp building up in his chest, restrained by the threatening grip on his throat. He could feel his blood rushing south, though he couldn't tell if it was because it couldn't go north or if he was more into this than he thought. As soon as Harry squeezed tighter, the moan broke out, his eyelids fluttering as his eyes rolled back slightly, and he definitely knew that he was more into this.

Harry, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the sound, the soft yet unmistakable sound of pleasure that he was coaxing out of Draco through the form of choking, and was all too aware of the jump in his trousers every time Draco make a noise or tugged meagerly at Harry's wrist, his eyes wide and shocked, glassy and confused.

"Potter..."

After a few moments, Draco completely switched his course of action, and instead of trying to push Harry away, he followed the path of Harry's hand and placed his own hand over it, pressing and forcing Harry to tighten his grip, eliciting a pornographic moan from Draco and a pathetic noise from Harry.

In the next few seconds, Harry crashed his lips against Dracos, listening to the latter gasp weakly before moaning as his tightened his grip on the blonds throat. "Moan," Harry growled, his eyes filled with an aroused anger as he tightened his grip on the dainty, slender and pale throat. "Moan like the fucking whore you are."