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It was just after midnight and Harry was deep asleep. He'd been having odd dreams again, for the past couple of weeks, and this one was the worst yet. He'd already had trouble getting to sleep, worrying about the dreams, hoping they didn't mean Voldemort was gearing up for another attack. He'd almost asked Madame Pomfrey for a Dreamless Sleep potion, but in the end had decided against it. If the Dark Lord was coming back, they needed all the warning they could get. He'd finally fallen asleep, and the dream was more vivid than ever.

A voice whispered "Imperio," and just like before, all his cares melted away and he felt better than he had in years. No aches, no pains, no worries, just the simple command... Now Harry wasn't sure if he was still dreaming. He could fight off Imperius, he knew that, but what if he was still asleep? He didn't have his wand, or even his glasses...

Harry was halfway down a staircase when he fully woke. He looked around wildly, the portraits fuzzy but he still knew where he was. He was still walking, descending the staircase, and he tried to gather his wits so he could throw off the curse. This was no dream, someone was actually using one of the Unforgivable Curses, right here at Hogwarts, on him! Who would dare such a thing? He could fight the curse, no doubt about that, but it took concentration that he was having a difficult time mustering right now. He was gliding down step after step, not able to see, and dressed only in thin pyjama bottoms as the spring night had been hot and sticky.

He had gone down so many steps now, he must be in the dungeons... the corridors were unfamiliar to him, and after six years at Hogwarts he knew most of them well enough to recognise them even without his glasses. This corridor was musty, and felt unused. Harry finally felt awake enough to fight off the curse, but he had a sudden thought. If he threw off the curse now, he'd never know who was casting it, while the person doing it would know he'd been detected. Perhaps the person had thought that Harry would not wake until he'd gotten to his destination. Perhaps they didn't know Harry could fight off Imperius; it wasn't common knowledge. If Harry went along, he could find out who was doing it; if they were here in Hogwarts it couldn't possibly be Voldemort. Perhaps Harry could uncover a new Death Eater spy!

Harry of course wouldn't admit to himself that his Gryffindor courage was usually accompanied by a sometimes unhealthy dose of curiosity, the kind that tended to kill cats. He wanted to know who would dare try this under Dumbledore's nose, and he had the element of surprise; the person thought Harry was under their control.

Harry decided he'd go along, just for now. Just to see who it was.

He was being guided toward a large wooden door, its finish dark with age. Harry took a deep breath and relaxed, letting the command take him yet keeping his mind alert.

On the other side of the door a slim figure was perched atop one of the many long desks situated about the room. The area had perhaps been a classroom at one time, though from its current state, no one had ventured into this room for quite some time. Cobwebs hung from the corners, and a thick layer of dust had settled across every surface. However, the state of the room mattered little to its occupant; all he cared about was that it was abandoned.

This little experiment called for the utmost secrecy; getting caught was not an option. He'd been planning this for a while. The very idea of the Imperius curse had intrigued him from the first time he'd heard about it. It was the ultimate high, the greatest of powers, to have complete control over whomever you wished. And who better to control than his rival, the perfect Harry Potter?

It had taken him ages to master the curse, but he was stubborn if nothing else. His father had helped, of course, wanting the boy to excel in all forms of magic, even the darkest kinds; but it hadn't been easy. He had taken to practising at night in the privacy of his dorms, using someone's pet rat as his victim. When he had finally gotten control over the curse he had been anxious to move onto larger victims, and in truth he had known who he wanted to use it on all along. And now that person was just a few steps away. He could feel his prey approaching, and he raised his wand higher and softly urged him to enter.

Harry tried to relax as the door opened slowly. He was pulled inside by the power of the spell; he hoped whomever was casting it couldn't tell that Harry wasn't completely under its control. He tried to relax, to not peer into the semi-darkness of the room with his imperfect gaze. He couldn't make out much; his poor vision coupled with the lack of strong illumination was hampering him. He'd have to get closer.

Anticipation raced through the occupant of the room as Harry slipped inside and slowly began to move closer. Things were going better than he ever could have hoped. The boy seemed completely at his mercy, obeying all his commands. But it wasn't enough, he wanted to see Harry's face, see the blank, submissive expression in his eyes. Pointing his wand towards the sconces along the walls, he murmured a quick spell and they flared to life. The light they gave was weak at best, but it did help to make them both visible to each other. Shadows danced across their faces, and as he looked at Harry he noticed with annoyance that the boy had forgotten his glasses. He doubted if Harry could even make out who he was. Well, he'd have to rectify that. No sense in concocting an elaborate plot and not getting credit for it. Not that he could ever let on what had happened. He'd have to do a memory charm later, to make sure all the events tonight were erased from the boy's mind. But he did want to let Harry know who was controlling him, even if the pleasure of his victory only lasted for this brief instant.

"Close the door behind you, Harry," he ordered, wanting to make sure that no one stumbled across what was happening. A wicked smile pulled at his lips as the boy hastened to obey his command.

Harry fought to keep the astonishment from showing on his face as he finally got a good look at the one attempting to control him.

Draco Malfoy.

But then it shouldn't have been such a great shock; who else in sixth year would dare to cast an Unforgivable? And who else had a Death Eater for a father who would teach him?

But Lucius Malfoy wasn't here, just Draco. It was a wonder the boy could cast such an effective Imperius; no doubt he'd been practicing, and that was the source of the dreams Harry had been having. But Draco hadn't done his homework; Harry had thrown off Voldemort's Imperius. There was no way Draco could fully control him.

Harry wondered what the hell Draco was up to; the boy had always been a thorn in his side but had always stayed just on the side of innocence. Until now. He relaxed again, letting Draco control him, waiting to see what the boy was going to do to him. He had never admitted it to anyone, but he sort of liked the feeling of being controlled. He had no doubt that this was due to the twisted mess his psyche no doubt was after being raised by the Dursleys, but he hadn't really analysed it much. He just liked the way it felt.

Once the door was closed, and they were sealed together in the dim room, Draco gracefully slid off the table and stood before Harry. "Well, I finally got the best of Harry Potter. I do believe this was worth all the hard work." He paused, a bit uncertain how to handle things at this point. Some part of him had doubted that this whole thing would really work, and now that it had Draco wasn't sure how to proceed. His plan had entailed getting Harry down here, and now that that was accomplished he was left staring at the boy as blankly as Harry was staring back. He could just leave, he supposed. Cast the memory charm and go back to his dorms. Harry would certainly be confused when he snapped out of it and found himself here. But... for all the hard work he'd done, that seemed like so little payoff. Thinking quickly, Draco pondered over a better use for the situation, and his mind supplied the idea of revenge.

Stranding Harry in the dungeons was a start, but stranding Harry in the dungeons without a stitch of clothing was the perfect finish. He'd steal the boy's clothes and force him to walk back to his dorms fully nude. That would certainly take the boy down a peg or two.

Smiling, glad to have a plan, he cleared his throat and did his best to sound powerful. "Remove your clothes, Harry."

Luckily, the Imperius kept Harry's eyes from widening in shock or his mouth from dropping open. Draco wanted him to do what? As his only garment was his pyjama bottoms, his hands had already unfastened the drawstring before his mind had got round the idea of what Draco had commanded. What was Malfoy playing at? He couldn't... no, even if Draco fancied him he'd never... Harry's pyjamas dropped to the floor and the cool air of the dungeons washed over his naked skin, and he stepped out of them automatically. He had to force himself to not fight the Imperius now; but his curiosity had grown even more intense. He needed to know what the other boy was up to.

Kneeling down before Harry, Draco snatched up the boy's only garment. He smiled triumphantly as he held the thin pants in hands. Now that he had the boy's clothing he could cast the memory charm and leave Harry here alone. Righting himself, Draco aimed his wand, and just before he was set to speak the spell he made the mistake of actually looking at Harry. That in itself wasn't all that bad, but what made the blond pause was the fact that while looking at Harry he began to become aroused.

That was certainly not part of the plan, and it confused him. He knew he fancied boys, he'd known that for quite some time. But to be aroused by Harry Potter? Just because the boy had a wonderfully lithe body, made hard by longs hours of Quidditch, because his eyes appeared vibrantly green without his glasses to hide them, because his hair fell haphazardly across his forehead making him look utterly charming... That didn't mean he was at all attractive. Draco shook himself and tried to will his ever growing erection away. He couldn't possibly want Harry in that way, it was absurd.

Harry forced himself to stand still; Draco was just looking at him, and it unnerved him. It almost looked like he was enjoying the view. That wasn't possible, Draco Malfoy couldn't possibly fancy him. Malfoy hated him. Not that he minded those icy blue eyes on him, though... Malfoy was coldly gorgeous, and Harry's teenage hormones couldn't deny it. The thought that Malfoy had dragged him down to the dungeons to molest him was laughable, though. Of course, as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't stop thinking it. He'd had fantasies for a long time about submitting to someone, being used sexually by them, and he definitely liked boys.

Draco was almost regretting asking the boy to remove his clothing. Everything had been going so perfectly until that moment, and now his entire plan was off course. Draco knew that he should leave right away, take Harry's clothes, cast the spell, and be done with it; but he couldn't force himself to move. Harry was just staring at him, blankly awaiting his next order, and the submissiveness of the boy was impossible for Draco to resist.

He could feel the rush of power coursing through him as he realized that Harry was fully his to control; he could make the boy do anything. His cock certainly liked that idea as it hardened further with the very thought of Harry being at his mercy. Draco's fingers involuntarily tightened around the pyjama pants he held. He liked being in control, reveled in the power that he had over the boy, and wasn't surprised at all when he craved more. He had Harry at his beck and call, but what he really wanted was for the boy to be kneeling before him, proving that Draco was the better wizard. Straightening himself, trying to look taller and more opposing, he issued his next order. "Kneel before me."

Fuck. If Harry could have moaned, he would have. This was just like one of his fantasies. It was more than the Imperius curse that made him sink to his knees immediately. His cock was already disobeying the curse, hardening as he kneeled before Draco. Naked, he gazed straight ahead, at the obvious bulge in the other boy's trousers.

It was in that instant that Draco realized he needed to think his plans though more thoroughly. He had intended for this to prove how much better he was than Harry, instead it just proved how much he wanted the other boy. His cock was straining against his trousers, aching to be buried in the mouth that was just inches away. Draco wanted nothing more than to rip open his pants and command Harry to use that irresistible mouth on him.

He couldn't do that though, could he? What was supposed to be a prank was quickly turning into something much more dangerous. The idea to embarrass Potter was fast morphing into the idea to fuck Potter. Draco wasn't sure he was prepared to go that far. He would be violating the other boy, even though Harry seemed so wonderfully willing...

With a shaking hand, Draco trailed his wand across the boy's forehead, brushing aside dark hair to reveal the infamous scar. All the while Harry remained motionless, simply kneeling and waiting. Draco was lost. He knew the repercussions of this would be severe, and yet he didn't care. He wanted Harry Potter, and he had him. He'd figure a way to deal with the rest later. Dropping Harry's pyjama pants to the floor, the blond unfastened his robes and let them slip off. Then he slid his wand under Harry's chin and forced the boy to look up at him. "Unfasten my trousers," he whispered.

Trying not to look eager, Harry raised his hands and deftly unfastened the button and zipper. He almost reached into the opened garment to reach the erection he could feel though the material. But he hadn't been given that command, and the control of the spell wasn't pushing him any further yet. Though he wanted to. He could feel the heat and hardness under his fingers and wanted nothing more than to taste Draco's cock, to service him like a slave. His own erection was nearly painful.

Gasping as he felt Harry's hands so close to his arousal, the blond leaned back against the desk and pushed his hips forward. He didn't care how wrong this was anymore, he couldn't stop. "Take down my pants, Harry. I want you to suck my cock." Draco almost couldn't believe he'd said those words, but the power he felt was like a drug, and he needed more. He needed to feel Harry's lips wrapped around his erection; damn the consequences.

Draco's voice saying those words almost made Harry climax without a touch. He suddenly realised there was nothing in the world he liked more than being told what to do, sexually. He tugged at Draco's belt, bringing the trousers and the boxers with them down to mid- thigh. Draco's erection faced him now, rigid and thick and glistening with the boy's need. Harry brought up a hand to wrap around the arousal, bringing it slowly to his mouth. Draco had given him the command, so now he could do what he wanted; give the blond the best blow job of his life. Harry licked at the tip, tasting the moisture, and began to swipe his tongue around the sensitive head.

Draco's wand clattered to the ground as he gave up his hold on it so he could fist his hands in Harry's hair. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as the boy's tongue teased the head of his cock. Draco had messed around a bit with other boys, but nothing had ever felt like this. He had never felt so hard, had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Harry right now. There was something so darkly pleasurable about the whole situation, about having his lover obeying every command.

Draco was fast discovering that he loved being in control, that having a submissive partner was exactly what he wanted. His fingers tightened in Harry's hair as he pulled the boy's face closer. "More," he demanded.

Harry complied instantly, eagerly, secure in the fact that Draco thought he was controlling him. And judging from the hands in his hair, Draco was in no condition to care any more. He took the hard length into his mouth, sucking at it hungrily, letting his tongue trace the underside as he came back up. He started bobbing his head up and down, keeping up the suction, using his hands as well. Harry loved to suck cock, and he was good at it.

Crying out incoherently, Draco began to rock his hips as he tried to bury himself further into Harry's mouth. He didn't know if it was the curse, or skill from practice, that made the brunet so good at this, and he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that Harry didn't stop. Draco's legs began to wobble, and it felt as though the blood was pounding through his veins. He wanted to draw this out, to make it last forever, but Harry was too good, and Draco was too far gone. The situation, the fact that he had Harry Potter on his knees, the wicked way the boy used his mouth, all of it kept pushing the blond closer and closer to release.

Harry was hard as a rock. He wanted to push Draco to climax, to know he was causing those incredible sounds he was making. He moved his head faster, taking Draco's erection all the way into his mouth each time. He glanced up at Draco; the blond was oblivious, and he wanted relief so badly. He was sure Draco wouldn't notice if he touched himself... He moved his free hand slowly, bringing it to encircle his aching cock. He stroked quickly, and moaned softly around the length in his mouth. He loved this so much, giving pleasure, on his knees...

Poised on the edge of what he knew would be the best climax of his young life, Draco had to steal a glance at the boy who was giving him such intense pleasure. He groaned loudly as his eyes took in the sight of Harry kneeling before him, his cock disappearing into the boy's mouth. To make matters even better, he could see that the other boy was enjoying this as much as he was, because Harry was stroking his own cock.

Draco's eyes went wide as that last image sunk in. Harry was touching himself. But, Draco hadn't told him to do that... The blond went still, trying to figure out what was going on. His body protested, all it wanted was to drive into Harry's mouth until he came, but Draco forced himself to stop. He tugged at Harry's hair to get the boy's attention. "Wait. Stop... Stop..."

The last thing Harry wanted to do was stop, but he had to pretend he was still under the curse. He pulled his mouth off of Draco's cock, and looked up. Then he realised that the other boy was looking at him, looking at his hand on his own erection that wasn't supposed to be there. Oops. He was caught. He began to stroke Draco's arousal with his hand once more, smirking. "I don't want to."

That was the last thing Draco had expected to hear from Harry, and the last thing he expected the boy to do. His mouth dropped open in shock, small gasped moans spilling from his lips. He wondered if the spell had somehow worn off, and now Harry had his self control back; but if that was the case, then why was the boy still here? "I don't understand," he panted, unable to keep from rocking his hips forward. "What..? How..?"

Harry continued to stroke his own cock while he pumped Draco's. "I can fight it. The Imperius." He smirked up at the blond boy. The look on his face was priceless. Clearly Draco had thought Harry was perfectly under his control.

"You..." Draco's eyes went impossibly wide. "But that means... This whole time..." The blond's heart stopped. The entire time Harry had been tricking him, making him believe that he was under the curse. Draco's first thought was to be angry at being fooled, but then he remembered that Harry had willing submitted to all he had asked, and was in fact, still trying to get him off.

"You liked it," he hissed, as he watched the other boy stroking himself. "You liked being controlled." Harry had obeyed all his commands because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it. The thought alone made Draco's cock pulse. He wrapped one of his hands around the hand on his cock and helped Harry to stroke him roughly. All the while he watched as Harry's other hand worked his own cock. It was too much for the blond. The sensations, the image of Harry touching himself, the knowledge that the boy was a willing submissive. With a hoarse cry he came hard, his entire frame shaking under the violent intensity of his climax. His seed covered both their hands, but he didn't stop their movements.

Harry moaned as he watched Draco find his release, and gasped, "Yes, I liked it." Then he went over the edge, his climax taking him even as Draco's seed was still pulsing over his hand. He arched his back, head falling back so he could see Draco standing above him, and it was even better because now Draco knew. Harry came hard, covering his stomach, and he knew that he wanted more already.

As the aftershocks of their climaxes wore off, Draco bent down and yanked Harry to his feet. He spun them around so that Harry's back was to the desk, and he was pinned between it and Draco. Without a word, the blond crushed his mouth against the brunet's and claimed his lips with a harsh kiss. His hands wound around Harry, pulling their bodies flush together.

Harry whimpered and melted against Draco. He moaned into the other boy's mouth as he relished the violent kiss. This was it, he wanted this, wanted to submit. Completely. He pulled back. Looked into the pale blue eyes of Draco Malfoy.

No.

Malfoy was the enemy. The son of a Death Eater. He'd performed an Unforgivable curse on him, and that was worse than rape.

So why did he still want Draco with such a blazing need?

He pushed Draco away, and stumbled forward, groping for his pyjama bottoms and pulling them on quickly. He fled to the door without a backward glance, because he knew if he did he would be lost, and he'd never leave.

Draco redressed himself at a much more sedate pace, and made sure the room was clear of all traces of their visit before he extinguished the lights and made his way back to his dorm. He wasn't worried about the way Harry had left. The boy was confused, that much was obvious; but there was no way Harry could deny how his body had reacted, how much he'd enjoyed what they had done. A smirk played across Draco's lips. They may not like each other, but they were perfect for one another.