Harry yanked at his wand hand, knowing that even if he wanted to cast a spell at Malfoy, his hindered range of movement would make it nearly impossible.
"Malfoy!" he yelled again, but his only response was the bubbling gurgle of the fountain. He snarled with frustration and banged his head against the chair, wincing when a headache bloomed. The damned chair was hard.
Harry shut his eyes. Merlin. Of all the people to turn up, why did it have to be Draco Malfoy? Although, logically, he supposed it made sense, as it was his house. And Harry could have been discovered by Lucius, which would have been far worse. Except the elder Malfoy would likely have freed him. Probably. Possibly. Maybe.
What was Malfoy doing here? Narcissa had made it sound like the place was abandoned and it had certainly looked it during Harry's foray through it, although he had not been to even half of the rooms.
Malfoy had looked… Well, damn it, he looked good. Very good. Harry had barely recognized him, with his blond hair cropped far more stylishly than it had ever been at Hogwarts, and grey eyes peering at him with genuine amusement. Malfoy had grown taller and filled out nicely. Too nicely, judging from the way the white shirt had clung to his chest and upper arms. It had been open at the throat, exposing his collarbone, something Harry had only recently realized he found erotic to an extreme.
It didn't help that Harry's jeans were nowhere in sight and Malfoy's eyes kept drifting to Harry's bare legs. That was mortifying, Harry decided. Mortifying, and not at all something that would give him licentious dreams for weeks to come.
Before Harry could do more than work out a viable option for casting a Patronus, Malfoy returned. Harry decided it was a good thing, because he wasn't sure he could cast a spell without dislocating something.
And Malfoy was very nice to look at, which was far better than staring at the boring variegated ivy and partially wilted roses. Malfoy's trousers were dark brown and fitted to perfection. Harry admitted to himself that he might have checked out Malfoy's arse when he had left, earlier. It had not been found wanting.
Harry wrenched his thoughts away from that line of thinking and glared into the grey eyes. "Are you going to let me free of this thing?" he asked, trying to sound polite so that Malfoy wouldn't leave him bound in a fit of pique.
"Eventually, yes. I have to admit, I sort of like you the way you are," Malfoy said with a smirk.
That was not a comforting thought. Malfoy did not wait for him to respond, however, he clapped his hands, instead.
"Mutton!" he called. A house-elf popped up next to Malfoy with a small silver tray covered with a matching lid. Harry frowned. "Since you are a captive audience, Potter, I want to use you for a test subject."
Harry recoiled. "What? No! Absolutely not!" His mind spun with horrible possibilities. Was Malfoy using the Manor to brew illegal potions?
Malfoy laughed. "Relax, Potter. I am not vying to become the next Dark Lord. You do still like chocolate, yes? I remember you were enamoured of it in school. Well, that and treacle tart."
Harry was surprised. "You know I like treacle tart?"
"It was hard to miss the orgasmic response each time it was served," Malfoy commented in what sounded like a perfectly reasonable tone. Harry decided he did not need to hear the word "orgasmic" issuing from Malfoy's lips. "So?" Malfoy continued. "Chocolate?"
"I like chocolate," Harry admitted grudgingly.
Malfoy practically beamed, which made him even more attractive, if such could be believed. Harry wondered if the chair had taken him to an alternate universe. The feeling was reinforced a moment later. Malfoy took the tray from the house-elf, handed it the lid, and dismissed the creature. Then he knelt at Harry's feet. Malfoy knelt and placed the tray atop Harry's lap. He winced as the ice-cold metal rested on his bare thighs.
"Oh, sorry, Potter. It has a Permanent Cooling Charm cast on it. Don't worry, though, it won't take long. I can fix this, though." Malfoy pulled out his wand and healed the gash on Harry's thigh with a quick spell before wiping away the blood with his thumb. It left a red smear on Harry's leg and Draco Conjured a damp cloth in order to wash that away, also. Harry was puzzled by his behaviour. "There. All better. Testing time."
Malfoy looked down at the tray and Harry did, also. The tray held several items that looked to be highly decorated pieces of chocolate. Malfoy lifted one with his index finger and thumb and raised it to Harry's lips.
"Try this one, first. You aren't allergic to anything, are you?"
Harry shook his head, trying to clamp his lips together without making it look obvious. Rather disturbingly, Malfoy had leaned forward to feed Harry the chocolate, and his hips brushed against Harry's calves. Even worse, Malfoy's left hand propped on the seat next to Harry's thigh. Malfoy's wrist wasn't quite touching Harry's skin, but the sleeve of his white shirt was.
Malfoy touched the sweet to Harry's lips and then frowned. "Oh come now, Potter. Surely you don't think I'm trying to poison you? I certain someone knows you are here and eventually they will come looking for you, yes? Who would they chiefly suspect if harm befell you?"
It was a fair point, but Harry was not intending to trust the prat based solely on a logical argument.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Very well, I will taste it first. This one is café au lait flavoured." He opened his mouth and his white teeth sank into the chocolate, biting it neatly in half. His brow wrinkled and his gaze unfocused, as though he concentrated on something beyond Harry's estimation. Harry watched, riveted, as he chewed. There was a tiny smear of chocolate on Malfoy's upper lip.
Malfoy returned his gaze to Harry's as he swallowed. "There. See? No adverse effects. I am not frothing at the mouth, nor have I turned any unpleasant shades of fuchsia, as those horrible Weasley sweets tend to induce—although you would probably taste one of those without question, would you not?" His tone was almost petulant at the last, but when he lifted the chocolate back to Harry's mouth, his expression was expectant.
Harry thought eating it might be the height of stupidity. How did he know Malfoy hadn't ingested an antidote to whatever was in it? And yet… it didn't help that he was starved. The chocolate smelled divine. Reluctantly, he opened his mouth. Malfoy popped it onto Harry's tongue and then sat back with a look that amazingly resembled that of a playful puppy hoping for a reward.
Harry shut his eyes to block out the odd sight and concentrated on the portion of heaven that rested in his mouth. Merciful heavens, it was delicious. The chocolate had begun to melt almost instantly and the creamy richness of it flooded Harry's senses. There was a hint of mocha and the smooth aftertaste of cream. Harry thought it might have been the best sweet he had ever tasted.
His eyes snapped open.
"Well?" Malfoy asked.
"Merlin," Harry said after he swallowed. "Wow, that was amazing. Where did you get it?"
"I made it!" Malfoy announced proudly. "Or, well, the house-elves made it, because I refuse to sully my hands with manual labour, but they made it according to my specifications. It is good, yes?"
"It's brilliant," Harry admitted.
"Excellent! Try the orange. It's one of my favourites." Malfoy looked back at the tray, but instead of taking up another chocolate, his fingers found a small, rectangular square that resembled thinly-sliced ginger. "But first, you must cleanse your palette or the flavours will mingle." Malfoy ate one of the thin strips and then placed one on Harry's tongue. His digits brushed the tip of Harry's tongue for a moment, tasting of chocolate for an instant before the spelled item removed all sense of taste from Harry's mouth.
Before Harry could bemoan the loss of the original confection, Malfoy took another bite from the second one and then placed it on Harry's tongue. He thought for a moment that he could taste Malfoy, but that might have been induced by Malfoy's nearness. He was mere inches away, gauging Harry's reaction.
The orange was even more magnificent. Bits of orange zest added a citrusy bite and the gel-like centre was like biting into an actual tree-ripened orange. The sweetness of the chocolate and the acidic tartness of the orange complimented each other to perfection.
Harry might have moaned with pleasure. He thought he did, because Malfoy's silvery eyes widened and seemed to darken. Harry watched him through narrowed eyes as the confection melted over his tongue. The texture was lovely—like a sugar-laden kiss. Harry supposed he shouldn't be thinking about kissing with Malfoy perched between his bare legs, looking like a magazine model and seeming good enough to devour.
"You'll want every morsel of that one," Malfoy advised and held his fingers before Harry's lips. Dark smears of chocolate decorated Malfoy's fingertips—the chocolate had begun to melt the moment Malfoy picked it up. Harry didn't hesitate. He put out his tongue and licked the decadent chocolate from Malfoy's digits, even though doing so started a slow fire burning in the pit of his loins.
I'm not turned on, Harry advised himself. It's just chocolate. No big deal. Malfoy wants a taster and I'm just… gorging myself on the best sweets I've ever eaten. That's all.
The reassuring pep talk lost all effectiveness when Malfoy pulled his fingers away and placed them in his own mouth, sucking at what residue remained, along with what had to be a generous dose of Harry's saliva. Harry's cock twitched at the virtual kiss, threatening to wake up. Harry thought the unsexiest thoughts he could conjure to combat it. Millicent Bulstrode in floral hot pants with unshaven legs did the trick, thankfully.
"It's um… good," Harry said when it was apparent that Malfoy was waiting for some feedback.
Malfoy frowned. "Just good?"
"Really good!" Harry corrected, wondering exactly how to quantify confectionary pornography.
"Hmmm, well, perhaps something else will be more to your liking." Once again, he dropped a palate cleansing strip onto Harry's tongue and then took a bite from a third chocolate. Harry almost wished he hadn't acted so suspicious, not only because then he would be able to eat bigger portions of the sweets, but also because watching Malfoy eat them seemed to be having an effect on his ability to breathe.
Millicent, he thought. Millicent in a tutu.
Thus taking a firm rein on his libido, Harry allowed Malfoy to place the remainder of the chocolate on his tongue. This time, Malfoy did not bother to remove his fingers. Harry's eyelids fell shut and he closed his mouth on Malfoy's thumb and forefinger before sucking lightly. The flavour of the sweet burst onto his taste buds and only seemed enhanced by the taste of Malfoy.
This one was even richer than the previous two, with a heady touch of liqueur. Irish Cream, he decided. Merlin, it was amazing. Malfoy's fingers withdrew and Harry partially opened his eyes. Malfoy watched him intently and Harry noted with a jolt that Malfoy's other hand was gripping the silver tray, which still sat on Harry's lap. He only held it with two fingers; however, the others were splayed across Harry's thigh. The coolness of the tray was a marked contrast to the heat of Malfoy's touch.
Fuck. An army of Millicents could not have stopped the rush of desire that flooded through him, especially when Malfoy leaned forward and breathed on him, a heady combination of chocolate, liqueur, and Draco Malfoy.
"You have a smudge," Malfoy whispered and then flicked out his tongue to touch it to the edge of Harry's lower lip.
Harry made a choked sound and surrendered, knowing he was doomed. His mind raced; he wondered vaguely if he could blame it on the chocolate, dimly hoping that Malfoy had infused it with an aphrodisiac, and knowing damn well it was nothing more than pure lust. He tipped his head slightly. It wasn't much of an invitation, and might have been overlooked as an involuntary movement, but Malfoy, thankfully, seemed to be gifted with mind-reading.
Malfoy's tongue slipped between Harry's lips, slowly, likely waiting for rejection, but Harry only pushed forward, turning the tentative exploration into a genuine kiss. Malfoy drew in a breath, but there was no hesitation as he returned the gesture.
Harry was almost positive he had slipped into an alternate universe, because Malfoy tasted even sweeter than the chocolate, or maybe it was simply a mixture of the flavours, coupled with the feel of Malfoy's tongue exploring Harry's mouth. The kiss deepened and turned into something much more intense. Harry tasted him fully, feeling suddenly greedy, wanting more. Malfoy gave him more.
Several minutes of breathless snogging later, Harry realized Malfoy's hands were in his hair, wrapped almost painfully in his thick locks. Malfoy licked and lapped at him, seeming determined to erase every hint of chocolate from Harry's mouth. Harry wanted to touch him. He cursed his bonds and gripped Malfoy more tightly with his knees—the only part of Harry that was gripping the blond. Even that movement was restrained by the bonds around his ankles.
The tray tipped, suddenly, slipping off of Harry's lap to clang against the wooden seat of the chair. Harry jerked his lips away from Malfoy's with a gasp and his eyes flew downward. He watched, horrified, as the delicious chocolates rolled to the edge of the tray, bounced once against the wood, and then disappeared over the edge of the seat.
"Oh no," Harry said, feeling almost ill at the loss of something so exquisite.
Malfoy chuckled. "Relax, Potter, I made dozens more."
"Dozens," Harry repeated.
"Mmmmhmmm." Malfoy's hand left his hair and moved downward, sliding over Harry's neck, chest, and abdomen before continuing its southward journey. "Besides, the tray was in the way."
"In the way for what?" Harry asked. He thought he should feel alarmed, but Malfoy's hand trailed over his hip to touch the bare skin of his thigh. Malfoy rubbed gently for a moment and then pushed his fingers beneath the edge of Harry's pants to touch the soft crease of flesh just shy of his pubic hair. Harry nearly groaned aloud, and fought to keep from pushing his hips forward into the touch, wanting to coax Malfoy into moving just a bit further.
"In the way for this," Malfoy said and touched his fingertips to Harry's erect cock.
"Merlin," Harry said on a gasp.
"Do you know how hot you look, Potter, all trussed up here for me?"
Harry shook his head, his eyes locked on Malfoy's silver stare. He didn't trust himself to speak, not while Malfoy's long fingers explored his hard shaft, sending flickering jolts of pleasure through him.
Malfoy stopped touching him only to grab his wand and Vanish Harry's pants. He would have been mortified, except that Malfoy's eyes fixed on his cock with an expression that resembled hunger. Almost as an afterthought, Malfoy Vanished Harry's shirt, also.
"Much better," Malfoy murmured and dropped his wand on the seat next to Harry. He touched Harry's collarbones with both hands and then slid his palms over Harry's chest, mimicking his previous movement. Harry's cock twitched, silently begging for more attention. Malfoy provided it, wrapped both hands around it and squeezing. A drop of precome oozed from the tip and Harry watched in tense anticipation as Malfoy leaned down and licked it.
A whimper escaped Harry's lips and he would have pushed his cock forward into the warm heat of Malfoy's mouth, but the hands held him in place, pressing down as Malfoy licked the tip again, flattening his tongue over the head this time and applying firm pressure. And then he began to lick it as though it was an ice-cream cone, laving it top, bottom, and sides, alternating with check-hollowing sucks.
Harry's wand dug painfully into his palm, so tightly did he clutch it, and the wooden bonds gouged his wrists. A keening sound issued from his throat that he could not seem to halt, but the noise only seemed to spur Malfoy on. Harry had never experienced anything like it. Malfoy was a veritable god of blowjobs.
"Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," Harry chanted. "I'm going to—"
Malfoy's brilliant mouth pulled away immediately and Harry's hips rocked forward in protest, but Malfoy got to his feet, much to Harry's mortification.
"No, you're not. Not yet, at any rate," Malfoy announced with a smirk.
Harry stared, hardly able to believe the cruelty of the prat. His prick throbbed with need and his whole body trembled, sensitized beyond belief. It would only take a bit more… Perhaps if he begged…? His pride reasserted itself in the nick of time and he choked back the words, watching as Malfoy took a step back.
ooOoo
Draco tried to regain his composure, but it was difficult. He stared at Potter in amazement. He was, by far, the sexiest sight Draco had ever seen. His head was tipped back and panting breaths hissed through his parted lips. His entire body was covered in a light glistening of sweat and the muscles of his neck, arms, and abdomen seemed to stand out in taut relief. Potter's gorgeous, tasty cock was rigid perfection, jutting from dark curls and seeming to beg for more of Draco's attention.
As Draco watched, a deep flush bloomed over Potter's cheeks and travelled downward, no doubt spurred on by Draco's perusal. Potter's intense green eyes seemed to burn into him and his lips closed before pulling down into a frown. Draco blinked at him for a moment, until he realized Potter thought Draco meant to leave him that way, quivering and needy. A heady rush of power flooded through Draco at the idea. Fuck, how hot would that be, to leave the Saviour here, naked and gagging for it?
Coupled with the reminder that the house-elves might be arsing up his chocolate, it was too hard to resist, apparently. "I'll be right back," Draco said and Disapparated.
