Title: The Need

Genre: Non-magical A/U, Slash

Setting: So far in the past that JK Rowling wasn't even born yet (think Lords and Ladies people).

Pairing: Draco/Harry of course with some Remus Lupin/Narcissa Malfoy tossed in and Ron/Hermione a bit later on.

Summary: Lord Draco Malfoy has been in love with Master Harry Potter for a very long time and will lie, cheat and steal to get him. Once he does, he must do everything in his power to win Harry's love.

Disclaimer: I kidnapped JK, locked her in my basement and assumed her identity. watches the money roll in. Seriously, Harry, Draco and the Gang are not mine. I wish I'd been that smart. Any original plot devices and characters are mine and I'd appreciate it if you didn't copy.

A/N: This started out as an original story with original characters about 2 years ago playing on my love for trashy romance novels, before I fell in love with H/D. I came across it by accident and decided to adapt it to Harry, Draco & The Gang. This will probably be less than 20 chapters, depending on where I go with it.

-edited & reposted 05.26.06: someone pointed out to me that I changed Draco's middle name in Chapter 8 so I re-edited this chapter to reflect the change. I plead temporary insanity.-


Draco spotted Harry walking along the moonlit beach and his breath caught in his throat. He looked so breath-taking with the moon shining down on him. And Draco loved him. He wanted so badly to make Harry his he could almost taste it. Time and time again, Harry shunned his advances to the point where he would be insane with lust. But Draco had never forced himself on another human being and he wasn't about to start now. He didn't know what to do. Draco had to have Harry or die.

Harry felt as if he was being watched and glanced up sharply. He saw a man, silhouetted in the dark with only his father's keep behind him. He felt no fear at being caught alone, at night, for he knew it could only be Draco. Only a man as bold as he would intrude on his privacy. He sighed. Why couldn't he understand that a person in his position had certain duties? And right now his duties were to the man who had adopted him, Lord Remus Lupin, until he found someone to fill his place. He knew his father wanted him to marry and have a life of his own, but Harry wasn't ready. In his heart at least. He put his happiness on hold so he could see to his father's. Draco didn't seem to care. All he wanted to do was take and not give. He resented him for it.

"When are you going to be my spouse?" he had asked him one day. It had come out of the blue and he knew not how to respond.

"I beg your pardon?" he replied, testily.

"You must know that I desire you?"

"What of love?"

"Love?"

"Yes. The man I marry must love me. Faults and all. I do not just up and marry the first person who asks."

"Oh heaven forbid should that happen. You, Master Potter, have not a romantic bone in your entire body."

"And you, Lord Malfoy, are a selfish, conniving, evil rake."

"All the more to woo you with my dear."

"Why you-" he started to say and Draco did the only thing he'd wanted to do since the moment he laid eyes on Harry. He grabbed Harry's forearms, hauled him flush against his body and kissed him.

Harry was outraged. No man had every touched him this intimately before. He struggled against Draco in an effort to free himself and in answer, Draco wrapped his arms around his lower back and held him tighter. He began to feel dizzy from lack of air and began to wonder if he was about to faint. Then he felt a tongue tracing the seam where his lips came together. He felt a fluttering in his stomach and his legs began to tremble. Experimentally, he pushed his own tongue forward to touch Draco's and nearly came undone. His world began to swim away as Draco sucked his tongue into the warm recesses of his own mouth. He devoured him, brought him to the brink again and again, leaving him hot and cold all over.

Draco began to realize it was a mistake to kiss him. It was like drowning in the finest wine. His innocence threatened to undo him. And when his tongue reached out to touch his that first time, he nearly took him right then and there, on the floor of his father's library, strong his feelings were for this man. His Harry.

Feeling bolder now, he freed a hand and reached down to stroke Harry's erection through the fabric of his pants...

Feeling the touch of a hand so intimately on his body brought Harry back like a splash of cold water to his face. He struggled out of Draco's arms, more shocked than ever. He could find no words for what he was feeling right then so he did the only thing he could think of. He drew back his hand and slapped him.

"You bastard!" he exclaimed. "No man has dared touch me like you have today! I have the presence of mind to inform my father of what you have done!"

"I may be a bastard, Master Potter but know this. If you inform your father of the liberties I have taken with you today I shall be forced to tell him that I have stolen your innocence. He will have no recourse but to have you and I married as soon as possible."

Harry's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me, Harry. Just try me." Harry looked into his eyes and saw that he was serious.

"I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I hate you! Never speak to me again!" His green eyes welled up with tears and he fled the room.

"No, Master Potter. You love me but refuse to realize it. It's only a matter of time, my love. You shall be mine." he vowed to the empty room. He had gathered his things and had left.

Harry was also thinking about their last encounter and couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips. Draco made him feel things that day he had never felt before and these feelings scared him tremendously. He didn't know what to do. And he hated him more for making him feel this way. He hated himself for allowing it to happen. But he didn't know what to do. He hadn't slept well since that day. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Draco. He was last on his mind when he fell asleep at night and first in his thoughts when he awoke the next morning. Was he in love? Is this what love was? He wished his mother were still alive to talk to him about this. He didn't think his adoptive father would understand at all.

The wind began to pick up and Harry came back to himself with a start. He pulled his cloak around his shoulders to ward off the chill and headed back toward his father's keep. He saw no way to avoid Draco, as he was standing directly in the middle of the only path to home. He stopped in front of him.

"Do you mind moving?" he snapped.

"I was here first." Draco replied.

"If you haven't noticed, it's awfully chilly and I'd like to go in before I catch my death."

"Why are you out here in the first place?"

"I needed some fresh air."

"Why?"

"Because I needed to clear my head."

"Why?" he repeated. He wasn't going to give him an inch.

"You are the most exasperating man I have ever met!" he finally exclaimed.

"Thank you for the compliment." he smiled, teeth flashing white in the moonlight.

"Bastard!" He stormed past him, nearly knocking him down in the process and continued on his way. Draco's laugh followed him into the night.

Again his sleep was disturbed by thoughts of Draco. He needed to find some way to purge him from his thoughts or he was going to be in trouble. He sat up groggily as the sun poked him in the eyes. One of his father's maids came bursting through the door, looking flustered.

"Harry, your father asks for you this instant!" exclaimed Lady Hermione.

"What for? I haven't even had my breakfast yet!" Hermione pulled his best clothes from the walk-in.

"I have no idea, but he is fit to be tied and angrier than a bear. Please let us hurry."

"All right." Harry signed, climbing from his bed. Hermione helped him dress and tried to fix his unfixable hair before he headed down.

He found his father in the library, pacing.

"You asked to see me, Father?" Lord Lupin stopped long enough to stare at his adopted son and came right to the point.

"Did you or did you not lay with Lord Malfoy?" Harry was too shocked to answer. "I want an answer Harry and I want it now!"

"Where did you hear such rot?" he demanded.

"Don't question me, Harry!" Lord Lupin scowled. "You better damn well answer me or I'll switch your bottom."

"No I did not!" he seethed. "And I resent the fact that you think I did."

"That remains to be seen. Lord Malfoy?" Draco stepped into the room at the summons.

"Yes sir?"

"Didn't you tell me that you and my son had relations on several occassions in the last few days?"

"Yes, sir I did. And if I may be so bold, he practically asked me to."

For the second time this morning, Harry was shocked into speechlessness.

"You have some nerve!" he screeched, launching himself at Draco. Draco caught him easily in his arms and pinned Harry's arms down to his side.

"As you can see, Lord Lupin. Your son has a hard time keeping his hands off me."

"That tears it. I will get a special license from the King this afternoon and before nightfall, you young sir, will be wed to Lord Malfoy!"

"Father, no! Please! I didn't do anything! I can't marry him!"

"There shall be no arguments about this! My word is law and you will do what I say. You are confined to your room until this wedding takes place!" Remus turned his back on Harry and left the room, secretly applauding himself. He had seen the longing looks Harry had been giving the young Lord Malfoy and knew Harry was putting off his own happiness for Remus's sake. He wanted something better for him and knew Draco was just the man to make Harry happy. Even if Harry was too blind to see it.

Meanwhile, Harry seethed in anger and turned that anger on the man who had completely ruined his life.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" he scowled.

"We will have to do something about this language of yours. It's very undignified." he scolded. Harry seethed some more.

"You have ruined my life and I hate you!"

"Hate is such a strong word." Draco rolled his eyes.

"And I will keep hating you until the day I die." Harry went on as if he hadn't heard him.

"That's a long time in the future, love."

"And furthermore. I don't know what you told my father to get him to force this farce of a marriage and I don't want to know. But it will be a cold day in hell before you step one foot into my bed Draco Samuel Xavier Lucius Malfoy! This marriage will be in name only. I will cook, I will clean and I will do my spousal duties as far as running a household. But I will never let you near my body! Never!"

Draco knew a challenge when he heard one and he never passed up a challenge as tasty as this.

Harry started to walk past him and Draco grabbed his elbow and yanked him back, his own anger erupting.

"The hell you say! You, Master Harry, are about to be taught a lesson in what your spousal duties will entail when you are married to me!" Before Harry could protest, Draco's lips closed over his, hot and demanding. Harry's mouth opened on a gasp and Draco used the opportunity to insinuate his tongue into his mouth.

Harry didn't think it was possible to be shocked as many times as he had been this morning. The feel of Draco's tongue in his mouth had all his senses running rampant. He didn't know what to do. His traitorous body began to melt under the assault and he freed his arms long enough so he could wrap them around Draco's neck.

This was all the signal Draco needed to gentle the kiss and Harry was rewarded with a whole new set of feelings. He was driving him insane with lust and he wanted more. Experimentally, he ran his hands down the front of Draco's body, past his stomach and lower and Draco jerked in his arms. He pushed Harry away forcefully and took in his swollen lips, wide green eyes and disheveled hair. He smiled in spite of himself.

"You...are...mine!" he stated before striding from the room. Harry watched him go, trembling with desire. He sank to the chair behind him, fully aware that Lord Draco Malfoy had just laid claim to his body and there was nothing he could do about it.