Wow...I haven't updated in ages. There is a valid reason for this though, I haven't abandoned the story. I've been in Cornwall for the past week with some mates. But I'm back now and continuing.

Thanks a bundle to everyone who reviewed. You do get to see Draco's punishment...however, it is not as you would expect and/or hope. Sorry.

36. Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch me

Draco was not a happy bunny. On a bunny level of happiness from one to ten, Draco was way down into the minuses. In fact, he was a decidedly grumpy bunny.

As Harry had said he would, he was punishing Draco. Unfortunately, unlike Draco had hoped, the punishment was not something sexual or kinky. It was the exact polar opposite.

It had been nine days since Draco had confessed to threatening Harry's ex and for those nine days Harry had not touched Draco at all in any way, nor would he allow Draco to touch him. Not even when passing the cereal packet or sharing a beer. However, Harry was making it, and Draco, as hard as possible by sitting incredibly close to him, just half an inch between their legs, or by leaning past him, leaning so close that Draco could feel the other boys warm breath on his neck.

"Harry!"

The raven-haired boy turned his head slowly from where his gaze was fixed on the television screen and looked at Draco.

"Yes?"

"Come on. It's been over a week. I've learnt my lesson, it was wrong, I'll never do it again. But, please. I'm giving myself a blister here."

Harry simply smiled and took a sip of his coke.

"It's your own fault."

"Harry!" Draco repeated, his tone exasperated.

"Draco, please don't whine. I hate it when people whine."

The blond boy flopped back on the sofa and growled in frustration.

"God, you're such an asshole! I hate you!"

"No you don't," Harry replied calmly. "You're just a little flustered."

Draco gave him an infamous 'duh' look.

"Not shit Sherlock."

"Which reminds me. We're meeting Hermione and Ron at the mall in ten minutes," said Harry, standing up and turning off the television.

"What? No, I did not agree to any meetings," protested Draco.

Pouting, Harry bent down and, with his mouth almost touching Draco's ear, he murmured, "Baby, I'll make it worth your time."

"I'll get my coat."

Harry and Draco were sitting next to each other at a table in the pizza place in the mall, opposite Ron and Hermione.

"Best...album?" asked Hermione.

"Smashing Pumpkins – The Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness," replied Harry and Ron immediately in unison.

Hermione laughed and looked at Draco. "Best album Draco?"

Draco bit his lip in thought, before replying in a pensive tone, "Sex Pistols – Never Mind the Bollocks."

"Sex Pistols?" exclaimed Ron. "Come on. Sure, they were good at the time but the time was ages ago. Move on."

The blond raised an eyebrow at the red head. "Millions of people followed their lead in an anarchist rebellion yet they were our age. Pretty impressive if you ask me."

"Yes, quite the anarchist you are," teased Harry. "With your big house and your expensive clothes."

"Whereas you're a street urchin," retorted the blond.

"Not at all," responded the green-eyed boy, his tone still calm and breezy. "I'm sure I can bring you around to my way of thinking."

Draco snorted. "I highly doubt that," he scoffed. "I am not easily manipula-"he broke of, emitted a loud gasp.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, concern masking her features.

"N-nothing. Just smacked my leg against the table."

Harry continued smiling serenely as his right hand worked his way into Draco's boxers and began stroking his rigid cock. A minor squeeze had caused the blond to gasp.

"What about...best film?" asked Ron.

"Definitely Breakfast at Tiffany's," was Hermione's answer.

Harry frowned. "Scarface." He turned to Draco. "Dray?"

"Cockwork Orange." He suddenly realised his mistake. "Clockwork Orange. I mean Clockwork Orange."

If Ron and Hermione found anything strange, they didn't mention it and didn't let it show on their faces.

Harry grasped Draco in his hand and began to pump up and down, causing the blue eyes to shut and for Draco to gasp again and bite his lip.

"Draco, whatever is the matter?" asked Harry, grinning wickedly.

"Nothing, nothing," Draco squeaked.

By the way Draco was subtly moving his hips and by the way his stomach muscles were contracting ever so slightly, Harry could tell the blond was close.

It was at that moment he took his hand out and put one finger in his mouth, as if licking off sauce from the pizza.

"Wow, I'm stuffed. What's say we get out of her and take a walk," he suggested brightly.

Nodding their consent, Ron and Hermione stood and waited for the other two to do the same.

"Bastard! You fucking bastard! I hate you so fucking much!" muttered Draco, so only Harry could hear.

"You made the decision to go have a talk with my ex," shrugged Harry. "You reap what you sow."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "You wanker!"

Harry smiled a sweet smile and, in sugar laced tones, replied, "Sweetie, I'm not the one with the blisters."

Sorry it took me so long to update and sorry that chapter is so short but at least it's up.

The two albums and three films mentioned totally rock and the title of this chapter is the song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

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