Gift Wrapped

Tom/Harry One-shot

He was going to kill Draco Malfoy, if it was the last thing he did. Harry had always had a turbulent rivalry with the Malfoy scion, filled with everything from pranks to midnight duels. But Draco had never done anything this cruel, not even breaking his nose and leaving him petrified in a closet. It was their fifth year now and he had expected their rivalry to wither tapper off or get even more violent. The way Draco had gone was neither, though it was the most embarrassing.

Draco had stunned him from behind when he was on his way to dinner. Ron and Hermione had gone ahead of him since he had needed to drop off some books in the library. He had awoken naked in the prefects' bathroom, or so he assumed from Ron's description. Why Draco had been made prefect was a complete mystery to him, Ron too when it came to it. Draco had then proceeded to tie him up with the loop of the rope going over one of the showerheads. He had turned on the water, steaming nicely which warmed him up quickly. Then Draco explained the true horror of the way he was going to leave him. "I know you think this will be embarrassing but you don't know the half of it. I have linked the showerhead with an aphrodisiac potion, for every gallon of water a drop of the potion will be added." Harry's horror had been easily seen spreading across his face. Draco had laughed and left with the parting comment, "I wonder how you will explain this one, Potter."

Harry might have, only might have, arranged for Draco to be changed into a ferret in front of most of their year. But this was above and beyond retaliation; he was slowly starting to harden. He truly wondered how long Malfoy was going to wait before he came back to gloat and see if he had been found. Staying hard for hours was going to be torture. It had only been half an hour before someone entered the bathroom. Harry's cock was dripping with pre-come. Every attempt he had made to free himself hadn't worked. Even escaping the water was impossible. Harry could hear them moving around in the changing area, probably undressing. If it was a girl maybe they would go to the tub instead of the showers. But he wasn't that lucky. The person who turned into the showers was none other than the Head Boy, Tom Riddle. He stopped for an instant, when he saw Harry tied up with black silk, his arms stretching up-ward and his cock pointing out.

"Pretty little Potter," Tom said his voice dropping with each word. Harry shivered instinctively, despite not being cold. "Who do I owe a favor for gift wrapping you so nicely?"

"I'm not pretty," Harry denied instinctively, his mind barely understanding the rest of Riddle's words.

"I disagree. In fact, most of the sixth and seventh years disagree. We took a quiz of sort in Slytherin, which quite naturally spread to the rest of the school. You are quite pretty, with your avada green eyes, you post-coital hair, and you lithe frame. You have matured quite a bit over the summer, but you can't escape the label of pretty quite yet."

"I'm not a prefect," Harry stated, feeling quite stupid afterwards because Riddle was the Head Boy so of course he knew all the prefects. "Ignore that," Harry said before Tom could degrade his mental capacity, as Snape was so prone to doing. "I can't really think like this."

Tom laughed, "I can't imagine you could. The water is laced with Golden Dragon aphrodisiac isn't it?" Tom asked as he walked closer until he was only a foot away from Harry. Harry knew he was blushing alarmingly, but Tom Riddle who practically everyone had a crush on was standing in front of him in only a towel while examining his naked and aroused body closely. "I recognize the scent, many shampoos and lotions are scented with it lightly. But you practically extrude the scent. He must have left you like this a while ago. Naughty, Malfoy."

"How did you …" Harry asked starting to pant, as the water continued to flow over him.

"Draco Malfoy has been pulling your figurative pigtails for years. It seems that this year he decided to be a bit more direct. He probably imagined that you would accept any help you were offered to let you come."

"Help? I wouldn't need any … if I was free. And I would kill Malfoy if he attempted to touch me after this."

Tom smirked. "You really should pay attention during potions. The Golden Dragon aphrodisiac is preferred by many because it can't be satisfied by masturbation," Tom ran a hand up Harry's arm and started to loosen the knots. This pulled Tom right up against Harry and under the tainted water. Harry let his head fall forward onto Tom's shoulder. He had never been this turned on in his life and he could feel Tom getting hard against him despite the towel.

"Anything …" Harry gasped, "just please help me come and I'll return the favor."

"I accept," Tom replied, finally undoing the last of the knots and catching Harry as he lost the support that had been keeping him standing. Tom started kissing Harry slowly at first so that they could get used to each other. With a little guidance they ended up in the lounge that was filled with sofa's and mirrors that girl's generally used to put makeup on. Tom maneuvered Harry into lying back on the fainting couch before leaning forward to take Harry's cock into his mouth. He licked across the head tasting Harry's pre-come before taking more and more of Harry's cock into his mouth. He came up for air after each thrust even as he slowly worked his way down until he swallowed around the tip of Harry's cock bringing him over the edge.

Harry's murmurs of "God … tight … Tom, warm," turned into loud moans as he clenched his fingers in Tom's once pristine hair. Tom sat up and lifted the disoriented boy until he had Harry situated as he liked, with Harry straddling his lap as he leaned back on the fainting couch. He stroked his fingers through Harry's wet hair until Harry's eyes finally focused on him.

"Tom," Harry whispered, "I've never done that before,"

"I thought that might be the case," Tom replied.

"But why am I still hard that was fantastic?"

Tom grinned and kissed Harry's lips once more, his tongue licking into Harry's accommodating mouth, which was now much more experienced in the art of French kissing. "The aphrodisiac wasn't satisfied with only one round," Tom stated confidently, "you were exposed to too much of it for that to be the case. Anyways you owe me an orgasm."

Harry looked down at Tom's hard cock pressed against his groin, touching his own. "What should I do? Should I give you a … blowjob as well?"

"No, little Potter. I'm a bit too aroused for that. I might choke you in my enthusiasm and I wouldn't want to put you off giving head during your first time."

"I'm not a complete virgin," Harry protested wriggling forward.

Tom bent his dark head to Harry's ear, "I don't believe you. But I'll make your first time something you'll never forget." Tom pulled Harry up on his chest and started licking and sucking Harry's neck, causing Harry to squirm on his lap. A hand quickly pressed on Harry's ass stooped him from moving around, as his other hand summoned some lotion from one of the tables.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you Harry?" Tom asked sounding like sin personified.

"You're … you're going to f … fuck my a-ass, with your …" Harry voice petered out.

"With my cock. And you're going to enjoy it more than anything you've experienced before." Tom covered his fingers with lotion and slowly pressed a finger to Harry's asshole, getting Harry to slowly relax into the feel of someone else's hand in such a private place. "I need to prepare you … loosen you up so you'll enjoy it," Tom stated as he pushed one long and slim finger into Harry slowly. Tom's breathe was starting to quicken despite his control at the blessed out expression on Harry's face. He dropped his mouth down to lick Harry's nipples as he added a second finger. The younger boy was easily distracted from the slight pain. Tom bit lightly at Harry's nipple bringing another startled gasp from Harry's sweet lips. Scissoring his finger to loosen Harry up, he brushed Harry's prostate, bringing a startling "God yes," from Harry's lips.

Tom bit his lip to distract himself from how arousing he found the situation. Taking sweet little Harry Potter's virginity was turning into a surprisingly enjoyable sexual encounter, as the young innocent turned out to be an incredibly sensitive and wanton fuck. He had finally gotten three fingers into his ass, which he pulled out quickly but gently so that he could lube his cock. "I'm going to enter you now."

Harry nodded his agreement, desire or something in between. Tom entered him slowly despite his desire to fuck the hell out of Harry. His first time had been with an older boy who hadn't been nearly as gentle with him, and he didn't want Harry to have the same kind of experience. After Harry whispered, "I'm okay," in Tom's ear, Tom started slowly moving in the other boy who was still incredibly tight. His third or fourth thrust hit Harry's prostate turning the unsure virgin back into the wanton begging for more pleasure.

"Please … again. Hit that … god, yes … that spot," Harry moaned his voice deepening and raspy. "Fuck … harder. Tom … Tom … TOM," Harry finally screamed as he came, with Tom's hips still jackknifing up practically lifting him off the sofa as Tom came soon after. Harry could feel the warm cum releasing inside of him. Tom's arms pulled Harry to Tom's chest despite the cum streaking it.

After a few minutes they separated and cleaned themselves up in the shower's avoiding the tainted showerhead. Harry kept sending shy glances at Tom's muscular form, seeing the scratches he had left on Tom's back, he didn't know when.

Once they were dressed and standing in front of the portrait that guarded the entrance, Harry in a fit of bravery worthy of Gryffindor himself asked, "Would you want to do this again sometime?"

"Have sex?" Tom asked, "Or did you mean to ask me out on a date?"

"A date," Harry replied, blushing furiously, his gaze trapped on the floor.

"The next Hogsmeade weekend," Tom stated as he opened the portrait. "I'll meet you in the entrance hall at nine." He then leaned down and kissed Harry. The boy smiled brightly and scampered off in the direction of Gryffindor tower, not having noticed Draco Malfoy hiding in a nearby alcove.

Tom turned to Malfoy, "You shouldn't leave you toys gift wrapped for other's to find, because others will steal them." He then walked away, ignoring the sputtering Malfoy behind him. It seemed that he owed the portrait of the sheppardess a favor for telling him that something untoward was happening in the prefect bathroom. Harry Potter had been absolutely delicious.

And he had been more than a little interested. Otherwise he could have just used magic to set him free. He was a wizard after all.