The next morning, Harry again awoke with the humid breeze of Malfoy’s breath ruffling his hair. And, once again, Harry’s pillow was a broad shoulder. At least this morning he wasn’t in a lot of pain. No headache, no stomachache, and even his arse felt okay. Well, at least it wasn’t in pain. Draco had done some crazy stuff the night before. He had even used his mouth down there. If it hadn’t felt so unbelievably good, Harry was sure that he would have told him to stop. Well, reasonably sure.
“Awake, my lover?”
“You don’t have to say that when we’re alone!” Harry groused.
“Just getting in character. Don’t want to slip up,” Draco said.
“Ha! Like you would ever need to practice a lie. You do it more effortlessly than breathing!”
“True,” Draco drawled.
Harry realized that he was still comfortably snuggling up against the blond. He pulled away quickly and felt his bum protest. “Ow! You said it wouldn’t hurt anymore!” he accused.
Draco smiled and shrugged. “I got a bit carried away. It should stop before breakfast. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
“Oh goody,” Harry sneered. “And why don’t I get to do it to you?” he snapped.
“Maybe you will,” Draco said with a suspicious smile. “But not before I’m dead.”
Harry glared and began fishing about for his clothes. He found his shirt on the bed next to the one he was in. All the beds but Draco’s was empty. He wondered where the other Slytherin boys had slept.
“Well, lover, ready for a shower? I’ll wash your back.” Draco pointed the way to a door that led to a bathroom. How the hell did the Slytherin’s get in-dorm bathrooms? “I’ll even show you a game to play with the soap.”
“Is this what it’s going to be then? I’m your sex slave?” Harry growled as he unhappily preceded Draco into the bathroom.
“Maybe I’ll let you cook for me when we leave school,” Draco said with an imperious smile and moved toward a shower stall. Harry glared, sighed, and followed.
Breakfast was torture. Draco made Harry sit with him and Harry had to pretend to want to be there. Forcing smiles and conversation with the blond was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, which of course was saying something after defeating Voldemort. Draco, the bastard, even hand fed Harry grapes. And Harry had to pretend to enjoy it! It was even worse when Draco laughed and told everyone at the Slytherin table and the Ravenclaw table nearby, that Harry was shy, giving credence to the enraged blush on Harry’s cheeks.
Harry didn’t want to even look over at the Gryffindors. But he could feel them watching him. That table was deathly quiet. As soon as breakfast ended and after he had asked permissin from Draco, he rushed away to find Ron. He found the redhead waiting for him, hidden between two statues.
“You alright, mate?” Ron asked immediately.
“Yeah, I guess. But you haven’t told anyone, have you? About this whole enslavement thing?”
Ron shook his head. “No. Hermione’s so up in arms about it, she hasn’t even asked me. I think the teachers know because Hermione was livid that they had refused to check the Slytherin dorms to find you.”
“Well, that’s good then.” Harry said in a relieved rush.
“Good?” Ron asked, his eyebrows to his hairline. “How is any of this good?”
“It’s not. But I don’t want anyone to know about the enslavement thing. I got Malfoy to agree to pretend that we are, er, a couple instead.”
“What?” Ron nearly screeched. “How is that better?”
“It just is. I’d rather people think that this was my decision than his,” Harry said firmly.
Ron scratched his head. “Well, I guess. But still, Harry, this thing is for life. You can’t pretend that long.”
“Yeah, well, let me deal with getting out of school. Maybe by then, he’ll get tired of the game.”
Ron didn’t appear to believe that, but he obligingly didn’t say it. “What about Hermione? She’s going to figure it out fast. She knows about the fairy thing. Not all of it, but enough to be dangerous. Besides, she’s okay to tell, right?”
“No! No, if she knows, she’ll be writing to the Ministry to have it brought to court or the papers or trying to form some sort of resistance group. I do not want that!” Harry barely kept the terror of that thought from his voice.
“Yeah, all right. I see what you mean.”
“Done with you your tête-à-tête, pet?”
Harry rolled his eyes at the now too-familiar voice. He turned and quickly pasted a smile to his face when he saw Draco, and behind him a group of curious on-lookers.
“Yep. All done, um, dear,” Harry managed to get out. The gleam in Draco’s eyes was almost too much, but he held it together.
“Good. Then, shall we?” Draco held out his arm. Harry almost punched him right there for that, but just then, a familiar bushel of hair came into view.
“Harry! What on earth is going on? Where have you been and what are you thinking?!”
“The shrew enters,” Draco snarked. His entourage of Slytherins behind him all laughed and elbowed each other.
“Shut it, Malfoy!” Harry said just as Hermione opened her mouth to give her own come-back.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, love? Have I transgressed? Shall we go somewhere private where you can reprimand me?” The word ‘reprimand’ took on a whole new meaning when spoken by Draco in that lascivious way. Harry wasn’t the only one blushing and the stupid Slytherins were giggling again.
“Harry. What is going on?” Hermione asked again, her own blush fading. “What is he talking about?”
“Um, well, I, uh, didn’t want you guys to know. I mean, I didn’t want anyone to know,” Harry stammered.
“Know what?” Hermione asked impatiently.
“That Harry and I are shagging,” Draco drawled. Harry glared at him but got an unrepentant smirk in return.
“What?”
“Look, Hermione, I didn’t want everyone to know, but, um, now you do. Sorry.” Harry’s hands were in fists and he prayed hard that Hermione was going to buy this. If there was one hint of disbelief, she would never let up. And eventually, she would discover the embarrassing truth of Harry’s enslavement.
“Harry, is this some sort of belated Halloween trick?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms and sticking a hip out. “Because it is too unbelievable to fly.”
Bollocks! He’d better make this believable. He quickly moved to Draco and took the taller boy’s arm, holding it with both hands and leaning into the blond. “It really isn’t a trick. I just knew that you guys, hell, the school, wouldn’t approve of our, um, relationship. So, I asked Mal- Draco to keep quiet about it.”
“We like to role play and I quite enjoyed the ‘clandestine lover’ bit,” Draco said with a leer. Harry had to firmly instruct his eyes not to roll.
Hermione’s eyes were getting bigger and bigger. “But Harry, Halloween night? You were…”
“Yeah, um, Draco thought he was being funny by pretending to be a fairy. Right, Draco?” Harry tightened his grip on the blond’s arm.
“I thought I was quite believable,” Draco said.
“And the part about getting you drunk?” Hermione asked suspiciously.
“Well, we had decided to, um, go all the way,” Harry again had to instruct himself not to wince. “That night. But later. I was nervous and started drinking with Seamus and, um, Draco just added to it.”
“Then why were you so angry?” she asked with narrowed eyes. Harry saw Ron worrying his lips in apprehension. Hermione wasn’t going to let up and the rest of the school was watching and eating up every detail. Harry really wanted to punch Draco right then.
“Ah, well, I was a bit insensitive the next morning. I didn’t realize that Harry was a cuddler,” Draco answered. Harry’s fist had connected with the blond’s shoulder before Harry had a second thought. Before he could regret the rash action, Draco had grabbed the fist and pulled him in front and wrapped arms around him from behind.
“Sorry, love. You know how much I like to brag about you,” Draco said into Harry’s ear, and yet, loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Now that this cat is out of the bag, I can do so, as much as I want.”
Harry chuckled feebly. “Uh, yeah.”
Hermione’s foot tapped impatiently on the stone floor. “Alright. Who has what on who? Because I am not going to believe that two boys who hated the very idea of each other, could possibly be romantically involved.”
“Well, you know what they say, Hermione,” Ron interjected and came close to his girlfriend. “There is a very thin line between hate and love. And, I think we both know that sometimes arguing is just a cover up.” Ron leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, which immediately became red as Hermione looked around at the crowd.
“Well, I guess that’s true,” she said slowly, giving Ron a small smile. Then she rounded on Harry and Draco. “But I still don’t know about you two!”
“Fine.” Draco swung Harry around and in the next moment had him bent back and was kissing him so deeply and passionately that the crowd began to whistle and cheer. Harry was overcome by sensation and mixed thoughts. This was Malfoy! But, Malfoy was a really good kisser. Well, but then, how would Harry know what a good kiss was? It’s not as if he had a whole lot of experience. But, then again, he didn’t think just any kiss could send chills up and down his back and jolts of electricity to his crotch.
The catcalls became louder when Harry’s arms slipped up and around Draco’s neck without his volition. Draco had been able to shove his hand up Harry’s shirt without letting the brunet fall. Harry squeaked into Draco’s mouth when his nipple was tweaked.
Then, it was all over and Harry was set back up on his feet.
“Now, whether or not you believe it, Granger, Harry and I shall be going.” Draco grabbed Harry’s arm and was pulling him away from a gaping Ron and Hermione and through the crowd of onlookers.
And that was the beginning of their charade as a couple.
The next few weeks was a strange interlude in Harry’s life. And that, of course, was saying something when referring to Harry what-the-hell-is-after-me-now Potter.
Harry and Draco spent almost every waking moment together, at Draco’s command. When they were in the presence of anyone non-Slytherin, Harry pretended to enjoy Draco’s hands on him and his kisses. Otherwise, he let Draco know exactly what was on his mind. The Slytherins found it all very amusing but knew to keep the secret. Besides, they enjoyed watching Harry squirm and lie just as well as they could.
Those weeks were also quite enlightening for Harry. He learned all there was about fairies. From the few texts he could dig up in the Restricted Section, he discovered that Draco had the right of it. He had even found a spell that would reveal whether or not he had been touched by fairy magic. It was very disconcerting to see that he was covered in it. The things that were left out of the books, Draco was more than happy to inform him of.
Draco was also very happy to show Harry everything there was to sex. The Gryffindor had no idea that such things could be done to the body and yet feel so good. After the first few times, Harry rarely felt any pain, unless, of course, Draco wanted him to feel pain. But, again, it wouldn’t be painful for long and would swing into the most amazing pleasure. Harry had also been stunned to learn that yes, indeed, the teachers were being very circumspect and ignoring much of what was going on. Draco said that it was because they knew that there wasn’t anything to do about it and that it was common knowledge among staff that there was a fairy ring on the grounds. The problem was, was that it was normally in the Forbidden Forest. But, apparently, the fairies had decided to exercise their mischievousness and moved it to another location. Now the field where Seamus and Harry had been walking in on Halloween Night was considered out of bounds due to “a new herbological study that Professor Sprout was conducting”.
All of the staff would turn a blind eye when Draco pulled Harry into a dark corner to snog and molest him. The only two who would interrupt them to remind them of a class or to move it along was Dumbledore and Snape. Snape seemed to enjoy the fact that Harry was in the predicament he was in and took delight in referring to Draco as Harry’s “better half” or “boyfriend”. Or even worse, his “keeper”.
Hermione seemed to have bought the entire charade. Although she did occasionally cast a narrowed eyed look at Harry, which spurred him into Draco’s arms to allay her suspicions. Draco seemed to delight in dropping pretences or casting just enough doubt for her to again watch them closely, making Harry become more affectionate in public. Once they were alone, Harry would immediately shout at Draco for being a pompous jerk. But for some reason, Harry’s tirades always seemed to end up with them in bed. Harry was beginning to suspect that his temper turned Draco on. But again, for some reason Harry couldn’t understand, he never stopped his yelling or punches.
“Want to hit me again?” Draco growled.
“Yes!”
Harry struggled to swing at Draco but it was impossible with the blond pinning him to the desk. Hands were swiftly unbuckling Harry’s belt and wrenching the trousers down his thighs. When the pressure against his back eased to allow the trousers to fall down his legs, Harry tried swinging again at the insufferable git. Draco grabbed the flailing arm and pulled it behind Harry’s back.
“Ahhh!” Harry cried out at the sharp pain in his shoulder. He heard Draco kick the desk chair out and Harry was quickly wrenched around to face the blond.
“You’re not being very nice to your owner,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. Then he sat down in the chair, bringing Harry down onto his thighs sideways.
“I’m not owned, damn it!” Harry shouted and succeeded in getting a sloppy hit at Draco’s face. Draco growled again and pulled both arms back hard behind Harry, making him cry out again.
“You know, you’re at your best when you are struggling to win. Always fighting.” Draco’s own belt was quickly dealt with and the flap of his trousers was pulled open revealing the thick column of flesh waiting for Harry. Draco had stopped wearing underpants, saying they got in the way. When Harry had stupidly expressed surprise that he hadn’t been ordered to stop wearing his, Draco smiled and said that he liked unwrapping his gift.
“It was such a shame once the Dark Lord fell,” Draco continued as he bit at Harry’s neck.
“I bet. You never got to be a full-fledged Death Eater!” Harry rasped out. How could biting feel so damn good? How could he still be angry and hard as a stone at the same time?
“That is true and a shame. But what was really shameful was that you were becoming as sad as an out-dated broom. You were molding away.” Draco licked across the bite marks and then pulled one of Harry’s shoes off. Once that impediment was gone, the trouser and pants leg came off easily. Harry was quickly manoeuvred to straddle Draco’s thighs.
“I wasn’t molding!” Harry hissed. Could he actually want that thick length inside him?
“Yes, you were. You were growing complacent. The fire in your eyes was dimming. It was pathetic.” From nowhere, Draco pulled out their special lotion and offered it to Harry. “Make me ready.”
Harry’s arms were released and he grabbed at the lotion. “The fact that I wasn’t in fear for my life isn’t pathetic!” Harry angrily poured the lotion into his hand and roughly grabbed at the cock in front of him. He squeezed tightly, but only from anger, not because he knew Draco enjoyed it!
“It wasn’t fear that lit your eyes,” Draco said tightly, obviously enjoying Harry’s hands. “It was fight, tenacity, the sheer will to win. You were growing boring. You wouldn’t even snap back at me.” Draco groaned as Harry tightened his hands.
“You weren’t worth the trouble,” Harry growled. He pulled deliberately hard. “You are nothing but a bully! Nothing worth my time!”
Draco pulled Harry’s hands away from his abused member. Yanking the hands behind Harry’s back again and securing them in one fist, Draco used his free hand to grab Harry’s chin. “I’m worth your time now!” he growled and fiercely kissed the pink lips in front of him. Then, tipping back in the chair, Draco dragged Harry further up and over his straining cock.
Harry cried out into Draco’s mouth as he was roughly shoved down. The hard length entered him, piercing him. He pulled his mouth away. “No, Draco! I’m not ready!”
“Yes, you are,” Draco breathed and pulled Harry all the way down until he was seated again on his thighs. He licked Harry’s face, which was scrunched in pain. “Come, fight me now, Harry.”
Harry’s eyes opened and he stared down into silver. He found his arms had been released and he brought them forward to grasp Draco’s shoulders. Warm hands slid down his hips and to the sides of his thighs.
“Alright, you bastard,” Harry said breathily. Then, using his grip on the broad shoulders, he began lifting himself up. Just as he felt the length about to leave him, he let gravity pull him back down. It hurt. Sharp pains shot from his opening up his spine. But he was not going to let Draco get the better of him. He felt the hands on his thighs squeeze rhythmically as Harry continued his up and down motion.
“That’s right, Harry,” Draco moaned. “Ride me. Conquer me, if you can.” A smirk played about the pale lips. Harry dived forward and bit those lips. He pulled back with a smile of his own.
The chair creaked as Harry became more forceful, his tempo increasing. His grip on Draco’s shoulders became bruising.
“Ah hah,” he breathed as Draco began to thrust up as well.
“Touch yourself,” Draco ordered and Harry was only too happy to oblige. He released Draco’s shoulder and wrapped his fingers around his own hardness. “Fast and hard, Harry,” Draco instructed. Harry could only nod and as he pumped himself, Draco took over the thrusting inside him.
“Dra—Draco… I’m…” Harry could barely get out the warning. But Draco leaned forward and initiated a brutal kiss while at the same time knocking Harry’s hand away. Just as he was about to release, Draco’s fist closed tight at the base of Harry’s cock, forestalling anything.
“No!” Harry moaned. “Bastard! I have to–”
“Not yet,” Draco growled and then pushed up hard and deep. The blond stiffened and Harry watched in his usual fascination as Draco came. The body under him trembled and shuddered and then fell back in a slump.
“Jerk!” Harry grumbled. “I didn’t do anything do deserve that!” He hated when Draco did this to him. Denying release was one of Draco’s favourite “punishments”. Harry just thought of it as another of his sick pleasures, the bastard.
Silver eyes opened with a gleam in them. “Who said anything about deserving it?”
Hands held firmly to Harry’s waist and pushed him up and off. But instead of being lowered to the ground, Draco put him up on the edge of the Slytherin’s desk. Spreading Harry’s legs wide, Draco pulled the chair closer and settled in between them. Then a tongue dragged its liquid warmth from the base to the tip of Harry’s cock.
“Oh! That’s…” Harry trailed off as the tongue continued its journey and then was shortly followed by a hot mouth enveloping the hard and quivering flesh. Hands gripped and spread Harry’s thighs apart as the mouth quickly reduced him to moaning and unintelligible mutterings.
Harry ran his hands through the blond locks and couldn’t help thrusting into the magical mouth. Tensing, he tried to give warning. “Dra… I’m gonna…” The mouth responded by pulling harder and it was enough for Harry to cry out and come in that beautiful mouth.
“You were saying something about my being a jerk?” Draco chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips lasciviously. Harry was beginning to believe that Draco did everything lasciviously.
Harry, who had sprawled himself on top of Draco’s shoulders, sat up slowly and grinned. “I’ve made a mess of your desk,” he said.
Draco laughed. “Yeah. Come on. Showers.”
“Hey, Draco,” Harry said as they were making there way to the shower.
“Yeah?”
“Sometimes, you’re not a jerk. But only sometimes.”
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