A/N: I have gotten some good reviews, thanks guys! I know that I keep updating really quickly, so I know that I'm not giving you much of a chance to review the current new chapter. The vibe I got from you guys was like –KEEP DOM!DRACO-
So as the story progresses Draco will stay the Dom. As much as I like smut and D/s, I draw the line at the whole slave/master thing. I will go all the way up to that point, even the pain stuff, but never in the story is Harry going to call Draco 'master'. Sorry, guys.
Warnings: If you've made it this far, then you know the warnings.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything save the yummy plot, and my firm belief that this is the way the characters should have been…..xD
Harry rolled out of bed to the sound of his dorm mates rousing. He groaned. Why did his head feel so fuzzy?
"Harry, mate, you're up. When did you get back last night? Dean and I came in around 2:30, but you still weren't here." Seamus said, buttoning up his trousers. Harry looked at him, puzzled. When did he get back last night?
Harry tried to remember when he had finally left the abandoned classroom. His cheeks flushed as he remembered the previous night's events, and he unconsciously shifted his arse. He flinched, realizing it was still tender.
"You spend it with a bloke, Harry?" Seamus cooed, drawing the attention of Ron, Dean, and Neville. Four pairs of eyes latched on to Harry's chest. Harry glanced down, as if noticing the trail of red marks for the first time. He stammered.
"Yeah, actually." He said quietly. Dean and Seamus were a couple, so they were perfectly fine with the whole gay aspect. Neville was indifferent, and Ron was puzzled by it. Ron looked at him in confusion, while Dean and Seamus made eye contact and winked.
"So who was it, Harry?" Dean asked suggestively.
"Um, nobody." Harry mumbled.
Seamus came up next to Harry on the bed, lowering his mouth to Harry's ear. "Did you finally find someone who could top you?" He whispered. Harry flushed and nodded. Seamus was the only one who knew that Harry preferred submissive. Dean thought Harry was always dominant, a perception that all of Hogwarts seemed to take. Ron didn't even delve into Harry's personal life to come up with that question. Seamus was a switch too, so he knew Harry's secret. Seamus smiled at Harry's nod. "Did he give you everything you wanted, Harry?"
Harry shivered. Seamus smirked, knowing that the shiver was answer enough.
"Leave him alone, boys." Seamus said. "If Harry has a secret lover, then he can keep him that way." Dean looked at his boyfriend quizzically, but Seamus ignored him.
"Okay, mate." Ron said, speaking for the first time. "I don't care if you share who he is or not. It's not like it's a Slytherin or anything." Harry stayed silent. The only one to notice this was Seamus, who also kept silent. In Seamus's head, he was running through a list of Dom Slytherins.
"Let's just go to breakfast." Harry mumbled. Always thinking with his stomach, Ron heartily agreed, leaving a contemplative Seamus in their wake.
At breakfast, the two boys met with Hermione, who was, predictably, reading a book.
"What book is it today, 'Mione?" Harry asked teasingly. It was a running joke between the two of them.
"Poisonous Potions, 2nd edition." She said without lifting her eyes from the page. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Are you planning on poisoning anyone anytime soon?"
"No, unfortunately. This is an extra credit assignment for Snape. He has agreed to let select students do extra credit to increase our chances of scholarships." Hermione looked up from the book then and gave Harry a smile. Harry smiled wearily back, all the while thinking that there was no way in hell that he would do extra credit for Snape, even if it meant he could rule the world.
Harry was about to ask her what last night's potions assignment was supposed to look like when he felt eyes on him. Looking over at the Slytherin table, he stared into a pair of swirling silver eyes. Harry licked his lips.
From across the room, Draco smirked, tugging things low in Harry's body. Draco then suggestively stroked down his shirt-clad chest, following the hidden path of red marks that Harry had left on his skin. Harry's green eyes dilated, and he could hear Draco's low chuckle. Violently, he broke Draco's gaze, focusing on his plate. He clenched his hands under the table, fighting the urge to whimper and beg at Draco's feet for more of last night. Harry had been starved, and Draco had fed him. It had been so long since someone had filled him. And even when they had, it hadn't been as good as it was with Draco.
Across the room, Draco whispered a charm quietly. The next thing Harry knew, he felt a touch on his chest. He looked up, startled. He met Draco's smirking gaze, and jumped as the phantom touch caressed his collarbone and began to violently rub and nip his nipples. His breath hitched, and Hermione looked at him concerned.
"Are you alright, Harry?"
"Yeah," he mumbled breathlessly, "I'm fine." Hermione's suspicious gaze returned to her book. Harry glared at Draco. All the sudden, the phantom caress twisted his nipple violently. Harry doubled over in pain. Draco whispered a charm, and Harry could hear his breathing in his ear.
"Never rebuke me." Harry moaned at the tone of Draco's voice. So commanding.
Hermione glanced up from her book again, but Harry motioned at the eggs.
"They're really good."
Hermione stared at him for a couple minutes, watching him. Throughout the whole thing Ron had remained focused on his breakfast, pausing only to frantically gulp orange juice. Harry scratched his neck.
"I've got to use the loo." He said quickly, jumping up from the table. The phantom hands were making their way down his body, and they showed no signs of stopping. Harry had a feeling that he didn't want to be in public when the caresses reached their ultimate goal.
Harry shut the loo door behind him, gasping for breath. His trousers were painfully tight, as Draco's voice was still in his ear, groaning suggestively. Harry locked himself in a stall, hastily throwing up a silencing charm.
The phantom hands unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trouser buttons. The pants slid to the floor in a heap, and Harry braced his back against the stall wall. His boxer-clad erection stood at full attention, and he watched in lust-clouded fascination as his boxers were gently pushed off by invisible hands.
"I'm going to make you come for me, Hero. I'm going to make you cum in a public stall like a common whore, and relish in your screams." Harry moaned in abandon, wishing that Draco was actually here to fulfill his promise in person.
The phantom hands started caressing his cock, sticking an invisible fingernail into his slit. Harry gave a gasp and shut his eyes at the blissful pain. With his eyes shut, he could almost believe that Draco was in the stall with him.
"Do you want my mouth on you, Hero? Or do you want it to caress you in other places?" Harry groaned. He thrusted his hips into the phantom hands. All the sudden, all the touches stopped. "Answer me." Draco commanded. Harry shivered at the tone.
"Other places. Anywhere, as long as you keep touching me."
"Such a wanton little slut, Hero. How would your fans like it, to know that The Golden Boy liked to be controlled?" Harry hissed as the phantom hands resumed their endeavor, with more vigor, and harsher strokes.
Suddenly, Harry could feel more caresses finding their way to his entrance. His breathing hitched. The phantom hands in front continued to pump his cock.
The touch found its way to Harry's still sore hole, and probed it with an imaginary finger. Harry moaned. In his ear, Draco chuckled darkly.
"Would you like my mouth here, Hero?" Harry nodded vigorously, fighting to control his hips. Draco must have been able to sense his nod of agreement, for the very next second Harry's hole was invaded with a wet imaginary tongue. Harry screamed in pleasure as the tongue began to pump his hole, rimming it in between thrusts. The phantom hands pumped his cock in time to the motions of the tongues, giving Harry the feeling of being fucked from both sides. Harry's knees began to buckle, and he sank to the floor of the stall.
The tongue was replaced with an invisible dildo, which Harry guessed was the exact size of Draco's cock. It stretched Harry to the extreme, hitting Harry's prostate on the first thrust. Harry screamed in pleasure, the pain of the un-lubed thrust nothing compared to the pleasure. He bucked his hips shamelessly.
"Tsk-tsk, Hero. No bucking is allowed." With that Harry felt his hips forcibly restrained with more phantom hands. At that point, Harry had three sets of phantom hands on him, plus a phantom dildo that continued to pump in and out of his arse. Phantom hands held him down, another pumped his cock, and yet another appeared to tweak his nipples. Harry moaned, on the brink. As if sensing his urgency, the hands and the dildo stilled.
Harry whimpered at the loss, still hovering on the edge.
"Say you're mine, Hero. Say that you will never let anyone but I touch you. Say I own you." Draco's voice commanded.
"I'm yours. Only you can touch me. You own me." Harry panted. And with that the dildo and the phantom hands thrust one more time, Bringing Harry screaming over the edge.
After a couple lingering caresses, the hands left.
"See you in Potions, Hero." And with that Draco left him, quivering on the bathroom floor.
A/N: and that's it for chapter three! Please review, I won't post chapter four until I get at least a couple xD. Now, when I started this story, I added how Harry was a switch, by that being both D and s. So in your review, please answer if you would prefer Harry to continue the way he is, or if you would like to see him take control of Dom!Draco. thanks for reading!