[Author's Note] Wow, it's been almost four months since I've posted a chapter. I do apologize. Life has gotten in the way and has literally sucked the life right out of me. Hard to right good stuff if the bad stuff is clouding the mind. Never fear, I am trying to weed my way through this jungle of problems and come out with something good. I hope this chapter lives up to expectations. If it doesn't I do apologize once again. So let's see if we can't wiggle in some Draco/Harry time in this chapter. Maybe even a little bit of deviantly delicious foreplay? Who knows.
Also a big thank you to JoanneAStorm, Emeralden Rapley, and DwellingOnDreams7. I am so glad you have given your thoughts and support for this story. Thanks so much. This next chapter is for you and all the other people who are avidly reading. Do not hesitate to leave a review. It is much appreciated.
[Disclaimer] These are JKR's toys, not mine. I just like to play with them when she isn't looking.
After the rigorous sexual session with Blaise, Draco found himself drained and exhausted. His lust was content for now and his mind and body were tired. The thin male slipped underneath the comfort of his silk sheets and sighed. That was enjoyable but oh how he wished it was Harry Potter instead of Zabini. He couldn't wait to have the brunette male beneath him, screaming and begging. He would make the boy come and come again. This revenge would be oh so enjoyable but it was taking time. Draco almost wanted to hurry things along but he knew he must be careful around Potter. Didn't want to spook the boy. As eyes grew heavy, sleep claimed him quickly, sending him off into a world were his dreams were a reality for the night.
The morning dawned bright and cold. A chill had crept into the large room of the Slytherin Prince and he shivered beneath the silk sheets. Eyes slowly began to open, focusing at their own pace. He felt groggy and diminished. It could be because he hadn't eaten in a while, or because he was becoming consumed with thoughts of Harry Potter and revenge. Today would be the day. He would at least get something out of Harry today. He couldn't wait to finally explore the supple flesh beneath those robes of garnet and gold.
The thought brought a rare smile to the Blonde's face, as he forced himself from the comforts of his bed. His feet touched the cold ground, sending a shiver throughout his body. The house elves were really not doing their job. They should be keeping the floor warm, not icy as it felt. With a quick yawn, he shuffled over to his wardrobe and opened it. Fingers roamed over the row of perfectly organized designer suits and robes. He had to hand it to the muggles, they sure knew how to make clothing. He had the normal, Burberry, Gucci, and Prada suits but also a few Magical designers as well. It didn't take him long to select a suit of the darkest black, with an undershirt of the deepest green. He put it on quickly and threw his robes over the tailored clothing.
Draco left the solitude of his room and entered the common room, his fellow students were only just starting to stir from slumber. He left the common room without a word to his peers. His robes swished quietly as he made his way down to the Great Hall. He was famished and definitely needed some nourishment if he was going to be on top of his game today.
The Great Hall was scattered with a few early birds this morning. People chatting and devouring a hearty breakfast of eggs, ham, omelets, bacon, gravy and biscuits, fruit and cereal. Draco took a seat at the Slytherin table, making a plate stuffed with food. He began to eat at a languid pace, savouring each flavour, with a hint of joy. It didn't take long for his eyes to settle on the disheveled looking Golden Boy as he sauntered into the Great Hall...alone. What was this? No Granger or Weaselby? This was a curious turn of events. His brow arched in curiosity. With a wicked grin, he took out his wand, whispering a spell on a piece of parchment and sending it fluttering towards the boy. No one paid it any attention, which was perfect.
Harry had walked into the Hall without a care in the world. He was tired, yet he felt refreshed. He had even awoken early to go get some food. He was ready to tackle the day. The boy decked in black, silver and green hadn't gone unnoticed to Potter. His eyes had stolen a quick glance at the male sitting alone. No croonies this early in the morning? They were probably all still trying to catch up on some beauty sleep. He sat with his back to the Slytherin, only stirring from his concentration on his food when a piece of parchment flew in front of his face. Tentatively he opened it, reading the delicate writing.
Third Floor bathroom, Potter. Two O'Clock. Do not keep me waiting, or else.
-Malfoy.
What the fucking hell? Why had Malfoy sent him a letter stating to meet him in a bathroom? What the hell was going on with this school? Everyone was turning absolutely mental. His thoughts were interrupted though by his best mate. "Oy' why you down here so early Harry?" The brunette shoved the piece of crumpled parchment in his robes with haste, shrugging at a sleepy looking Ron and a bright eyed Hermione. "No reason, just hungry I guess." There was no need to tell them about the parchment Malfoy sent him. They would stare at him funny and tell him it was a trap and to not go. Harry was going, he was most definitely going.
The day seemed to drag on for Harry. He was anxious to see what the Malfoy boy wanted. Why did he want to meet? What was going to happen? Curiosity was definitely poking at his mind, teasing him and taunting him. Would there be a duel? A truce? He hadn't a clue but he was going to find out shortly. His last class of the day finally ended and he explained to Ron and Hermione that he had something he wanted to do alone. They gave him quizzical looks but allowed him to escape their clutches for a while. He was sure once he got back to the common room, they would bombard him with silly questions. Maybe he would have good news, maybe he wouldn't come back.
Looking around, he made sure no one was watching as he slipped into the third floor bathroom. No one ever really used this bathroom. It was musty and always smelled of dampness and mold. It was the figure of neglect but the ghosts tended to like hanging about in the dark, dank place. His bright eyes searched the long rows of bathroom stalls, there seemed to be no sign of the Slytherin Prince. Hm, maybe it was just all a rouse. A rouse to get him to wait for nothing? Harry didn't think that to be true, so he leaned against the wall and waited.
Draco knew Harry was inside. He knew the boy who lived was waiting for him. It seemed that his curiousity had led him to this place. His heart was literally racing with the prospect of finally teaching the Golden boy some humiliation. His sexual appetite was ferocious at this point, aching for some kind of release. Casually, he opened the bathroom door, walking in to see Harry leaning against one of the bathroom walls, waiting. "Ah, Potter, you showed up. I was wondering if I could actually get you here or not." Harry looked towards the direction of Draco. His voice was liquid and cool, sliding across Harry's skin as though it was a real entity. The brunette shivered at the words. What the fuck? What was this strange magic?
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry spat at his rival. It didn't take long for Draco to be standing face to face with Harry, eyes dark and smoldering. That look was exciting and terrifying all the same. Harry could feel his heart racing out of fear and excitement. A sinister smile spread slowly across the pallid blonde's face, eyes half lidded as he just stared at the boy in front of him. In a movement that happened in a flash, his spindly fingers closed around the tan column of a neck belonging to Harry Potter. Fingertips indented into the soft skin, crushing the wind pipes. Harry struggled to breathe and to escape the tightening grasp of Draco's fingers. When had the Slytherin gotten so strong? What was happening? "On your knees Potter." It definitely wasn't a request, it was a damn order.
Harry found himself falling to his knees, mind clouded and breathing growing shorter. At the last moment when he felt everything growing dark, sweet oxygen poured into his lungs. Eyes fluttered as he struggled through the cloudiness of his mind, trying to regain full consciousness. He was gasping for more air as Draco stood above him, smiling menacingly. The small male muttered a spell and thick rope bindings appeared out of the air and wrapped themselves tightly around Harry's wrists, tied behind his back. "Don't struggle Potter. The more you struggle, the tighter they bind. They will break your wrists if you put up a fight. Don't want to do that, now do we?" Looking down at the bound boy, Draco could feel his arousal spike. Potter didn't look helpless, he looked pissed and uncontrollable. Draco liked that look very much.
The proud Gryffindor would not let this arrogant piece of shit beat him. He wanted to struggle and fight, but like Draco had warned him about, the bindings seem to be digging into his skin the more he moved. Anger burned in his eyes as he looked up at the evil snake. Malfoy only smiled, bending down to place a chaste kiss on Harry's lips. "Cooperate, please." Harry spit on the floor, trying to rid himself of the disgusting taste Draco had left on his lips. The blonde only laughed. Finally, he had Harry on his knees in front of him. He had Harry at his mercy. His cock twitched beneath designer slacks, begging to be let out of its confines. No need to disappoint. Without any word, he slipped his hands beneath his robes and unzipped his slacks, pulling his glorious cock from behind the expensive fabric.
"Now, Potter. You are going to do exactly what I tell you, or you are going to suffer tremendously. Understood?" Harry gave an unsure nod. What was going on? What was Draco going to make him do? Not understanding what was going on really actually scared Harry. Malfoy knew exactly what was going on and that power made him ecstatic. He laced his pale fingers into the thick locks of brunette hair and pushed the boy's face towards his hardened member. "Open your mouth Potter. Now." Now Harry knew what was going on. He tried to pull out of Draco's grasp, yelping as the boy above him yanked his thick hair. "Open. your. mouth. Now." Now the venom in his voice began to seep out of his words. Harry really had no choice but to obey. His mouth opened slightly as Draco took the invitation to shove his cock into the awaiting mouth with no apparent warning.
"If you bite me, I'll end you." It was a casual sentence as he began to push his cock further into the widening mouth. Harry began to choke against the large intrusion in his mouth. Saliva began to pool around the hard member. "Suck." one word, one command. Harry nodded, eyes watering as he struggled to gain his composure. Without further delay, he began to slowly suck on the phallus in his mouth. He choked on the hard member as his tongue worked around the flesh. His lips covered his pearly whites and he began to work up and down on Draco's hard shaft. The blonde just let out soft moans of appreciation as he began to buck into the bound male's mouth. Saliva dripped from Harry's lips as Draco pulled out briefly, allowing the male to breathe for a moment. "Please...stop." the brunette begged quietly. Though this was slightly arousing, he wanted it to stop.
For a moment, Draco looked as though he was considering the request. The moment didn't last long as he shoved his cock back into the warm, wet cavern of Harry's mouth. He thrust hard into the mouth, hitting the back of Harry's throat, causing the male to gag and cough. His face was tear stained and there was spit all over the floor. Draco's hands in Potter's hair were tightening, making the messy hair even more worse for wear. It was all a glorious sight to behold. Finally the Golden Boy was the one taking it. He was the one begging for it to stop. He was the one being humbled. The mere thought made Draco gasp as he began to spurt his seed into the back of Harry's throat. His orgasm lasted a bit longer than usual, his body twitching as he released into the distraught male's mouth. "Swallow it all." He commanded, but Harry couldn't. He coughed and spit and seed slipped from his mouth, dribbling down his chin and onto the floor. Draco placed himself back into his still perfectly pressed slacks, tsking at the state of the floor. Spit and cum pooled beneath Harry. "Lick it all up." The green eyed boy looked terrified and disgusted. "I didn't fucking stutter, Potter. Lick it up,." Gulping, Harry bent down to the floor, his mouth only inches from the dirty tile. The odor of mildew greeted his nose as he pressed his tongue to a gob of cum and began to lick it up. It only took a few minutes to rid the floor of Draco's seed. He gagged and almost threw up but he held it down, trying to retain any last strand of dignity he had.
With a simple wave of his wand, the bindings released Harry. Deep bruising lay on the boy's wrists and a hand print was on his throat. He looked battered and beaten. "Don't tell anyone Potter, or I'll kill you and that's a promise. Besides..." he leaned Harry up against the bathroom wall, his hand cupping gently around Harry's hardened cock. Lips pressed against the shell of the boy's ear, he whispered "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."