Pairing: Drarry
Warning: Smut, BDSM Scenes, Pain related play but that is mainly at the end
Disclaimer: I doubt Rowling would write something like this, but if she did boy would it sell! (Not mine, wish it was
Beta: This is not beta read, read at own risk!
Thank you~
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Current
Harry stared blankly into space; his eyes unseeing as he stared at the wall across from him. Bored. He thought, his mind listless and full of spinning unfinished thoughts. It's so boring. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and fiddling with a Muggle pen as his eyes closed. The clock on the wall ticked endlessly, the soft clacking growing ever louder as the raven-haired Gryffindor lost himself in his own mind, thinking about the things he ought not to at work.
Why can't I get it out of my head? Harry murmured, his voice soft and dwindling to nothing as the room around him began to fade into wisps of curling smoke. Why won't it stop? Harry whispered inwardly, images flashing past his mind's eye. He felt his breath quicken, his heart beating a sharp staccato rhythm against his rib cage. His fingers suddenly clenched, the smooth metal of the pen cold against his warm palm. Heat slowly spiraled out from his chest, a flush blooming across his cheeks and tingling down his spine.
What do I do to make it stop? Harry sighed, his breath damp and shallow as image after image infiltrated his mind and bombarded him with scenes he could only imagine. Fuck, but do I want it to stop? He asked himself, his body relaxing into the soft cushions of his chair. His throat clicked as he swallowed, his mouth dry and chest slowly heaving with heavy pants.
He groaned lowly, the sound aching and raw as he let his head loll back and press into his shoulder. His cock slowly hardened in his pants, pressed against the fabric uncomfortably. Harry whisper moaned and reached down, pressing his palm hard on the head and grinding down. He gasped and clenched his teeth, his back arching slightly as pleasure whipped white hot up his body. Just as he was about to lock the door and drown in his own mind it burst open, the door slamming against the opposite wall. Harry swore and jumped up, wand in hand and the pleasurable haze that had occupied must of his thoughts that morning vanishing.
"What-?" Harry said, his voice still low and gravely. "What are you doing here, Draco?" He asked after clearing his throat, flushing when he realized he was still hard. Swallowing dryly he took a step back, allowing his long robes to fall forward to cover his erection. "C-Can I do anything for you?"
Draco opened his mouth to answer before his gaze slowly flicked up and down the tall form of the Auror in front of him. Whatever he saw made him hesitate, his cold mask slipping as a wary concern slowly slipped through. "Harry…. are you alright?" Draco asked, quickly walking forward and placing his hand on the other man's forehead. "You feel quite warm. Are you sure you are not coming down with a cold?" He questioned, his palm bearing his weight as he leaned over the Gryffindors desk.
Harry's breath got caught in his throat at the sudden proximity of the blonde Slytherin in front of him, his body tensing up as he reached and grabbed Draco's fingers. "I-I'm fine, really." Harry paused and cleared his throat, the blush on his cheeks increasing tenfold as he felt the soft skin of the other man's hand. He quickly dropped it and stepped back, his fingers clenching in his robes as he glanced slightly to the left. "What are you in such a hurry for anyway?" He asked, fidgeting slightly before frowning. "You shouldn't be slamming my door like that, I almost cursed you!" He growled, anger warring with arousal.
Draco waved his hand dismissively at Harrys growing annoyance, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips before disappearing. "You will never believe what happened while you were wallowing away in your office." Draco said, a smirk plastered over his face. He crossed his arms and leaned back; his eyes locked with Harrys as he snickered lowly. "Guess who got caught wanking it off in the men's room?" He asked smugly, resting his hip against the desk beside them and stretching out his long legs.
Harry sputtered, the blush that had gone mere moments before coming back in full force. "Draco! Why should I care who it is? Merlin, you are a pervert sometimes…." He said, feeling slightly uncomfortable as the blonde man leaned too far into his personal space. "Could you also lean back? You're in my bubble." He huffed, trying to step away from the warmth that the Slytherin was emitting.
Draco snorted at that, his earlier question forgotten as he reached out and poked the Gryffindor in the chest. "Bubble? Pray tell, how far does this 'bubble' go?" He asked, his voice a low purr. "You've never called it a bubble before. I am surprised how your adding to your ever-growing list of names for 'distance', love." Draco rolled his eyes and leaned back, the predatory light from before resurfacing as he remembered his earlier plight. "Now, before you distracted me, I was telling you some of the lovely tea that our good friend at the front desk was spewing. Apparently, that man that you put in a complaint about got caught in the lavatory wanking one out in the loo. Hopefully he will be pulled off your case so you don't have to deal with his shit anymore." Draco sighed blissfully as he placed his hand on his heart. "Revenge is always sweet when its deserved isn't it, lovely?"
Harry choked on the pet name, valiantly trying to ignore his rapidly beating heart as he sank in his chair. "Rapids got caught while masturbating? While I find the idea repulsive, at least he won't be hounding me for stuff on the Linex case anymore. Merlin, that man was annoying." He sighed, leaning back in his chair. He closed his eyes briefly, not seeing when Draco shifted before he felt a hand on his leg. He sputtered and shot up, his face mere inches away from the Slytherins. "What-?"
"You should have allowed me to handle it, Harry." Draco muttered, his face as hard as white marble and his eyes like polished glass. "I know you wanted to do it the legal way, dealing with a man like that. However, sometimes doing it the other way has a greater chance of success." He said, squeezing Harrys leg before letting go and standing up. "Anyhow, I just wanted to share the good news." He said as he blew a kiss to Harry that accelerated the Gryffindor's heart rate. "I hope you have a nice day, darling. See you in the morning." Draco walked toward the door and slammed it behind him, the smirk never leaving his face.
"Stop calling me that!" Harry shouted after him, sinking into his chair when he heard a laugh from the other side of the door. "Damn chit, never listens to me." He muttered, glancing at the clock before packing up his things and heading home.
O0O
Harry twisted and turned, kicking the covers off his legs as his breathing picked up. "No, no…you need sleep." Harry muttered to himself, staring into the blackness of his room as he rolled onto his side. "You don't need to look at it. You don't need to read it. Just sleep!" He growled angrily, suddenly bolting up and heading down the hall for a drink. He filled a glass with water and threw it back, huffing slightly when it did little to settle his restlessness. "Fuck it." He whispered, stomping into the living room and heading toward the liquor cabinet.
He slammed open the small doors and tossed a glass onto the marble counter, filling it with whiskey. He cradled it in his hands and stared at the amber liquid before he took a deep breath and swallowed, smacking his lips and sighing as the heat worked its way down his stomach.
With a satisfied grunt he threw the glass into the sink and headed back to his room, throwing himself on the bed and burying his head into the pillows. He shifted slightly and allowed his eyes to close, his breathing growing heavy as he hummed and fell into a deep sleep.
O0O
Harry grunted as he was forced to kneel, his arms wrenched back and tied at the wrists with thick heavy rope. "Fucking hell, yesssss." He hissed, his body coiled like a spring as heat spiraled through his body and set his nerves alight. "Oh, Merlin. Please, more…" He groaned, his voice slowly growing hazy and slurred as his mind drifted in seas of pleasure and pain.
He heard a deep chuckle from behind him, nails scratching down his back and causing him to arch and curse. "None of that lovely. You aren't allowed to make demands just yet." Harry felt hands in his hair, pulling his head back so his neck arched in a graceful curve. "However, if you are good, I might just allow you to get what you want." The voice whispered, the tone smug and dripping with heated sex as Harry gasped. The hand in his hair suddenly wrenched to the side, his throat exposed as a blonde head came into view. Teeth clamped down on his shoulder and dug in, causing Harry to pull hard at his bounds and cry out.
Harry shuddered, the burning pain blossoming on his shoulder as the man pressed down even harder. Just as the pain was reaching a too much point pleasure suddenly slammed down, the hand that pressed against his cock making his body tense and then go limp.
"Look at you, you beautiful creature…your body is begging for more of what I can give you." The voice whispered, a pale slender hand coming up and rubbing the deep indents of his teeth marks. Almost absently the man started jerking Harry off, his strokes slow and measured. "I can't wait to lavish your body in marks and bruises….it would be beautiful wouldn't it lovely?" He asked before the hands suddenly disappeared and a black blind fold came into view. "Now, I think it's time to play…"
Harry gasped and glanced to the side, shivering in anticipation as he stared into the blue-grey eyes of the man beside him before his world went black.
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Harry gasped and bolted upright, his body shaking. His heart thumped a heavy beat in his chest as he sat there panting, a low blush spreading across his skin. "Fuck." Harry whispered, laying back in the bed and rubbing his face. "Fucking hell." He muttered, sitting there with his hands over his eyes as his body trembled.
After a moment his hands fell away from his face and he whimpered, fingers clenching in the bed sheets under him. His mind flashed with images of his dream and he felt his cock pulsing in his underwear, hard and heavy and throbbing. With a sigh he sat up and pulled the elastic band away from his stomach, biting his lip as a large trail of pre-cum dripped off his cock.
With a small pause he pulled his pants off and got up, walking to the bathroom and fumbling with the light switch. "Fucking why did I read it? I knew it would turn out bad." Harry growled, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror and freezing.
A high red blush stained his cheeks and collarbone, the faint pink color trailing down his stomach to his weeping dick. Semen dripped from the head onto his skin, the pearly liquid shining in the dim light of the bathroom. His eyes were slightly glassy and full of heat and his chest heaved slightly as harsh ragged pants fell from his bitten plump lips.
"Bloody hell…." Harry whispered, bracing himself against the sink and leaning forward. "All of this? Just from a dream? I have to be going crazy." He said, staring into his eyes that were darkened by lust before whirling around and stepping into the shower. "Never should have read that bloody book…"
O0O
Two weeks earlier
"You should check out the new bookstore Harry. It just opened up and is very popular with the masses." Draco drawled, his left leg swinging as he made himself comfortable on the other man's desk. "I know how much you love the books on romance and all that and I heard that that same author has done some really great novels on Aurors. If you would be so kind as to look into it, I think you will find it very enjoyable." He said, his voice low and husky and causing heat to coil at the base of Harrys cock.
"I hate you for finding out about that by the way, just so we are clear." Harry grumbled, slapping a folder against Draco's thighs and ignoring how his heartbeat picked up. "I'll check it out later today, when I'm not working. Which is what you should be doing by the way."
Draco huffed and rolled his eyes, bracing a hand against the hard surface of the desk and leaning forward. "It's not my fault I caught you asleep on the couch reading 'Woes of a woman'. Which, I borrowed that book later and the writing style is indeed atrocious." He shuddered dramatically before he smiled. "Also, I finished work an hour ago darling. I just came by to be your own personal annoyance." He said, his eyes dark and full of sadist humor.
"Would you stop calling me that? You're going to start the rumor mill again." Harry huffed, trying not to allow the other man's proximity to distract him. "Also, you didn't burrow that book you stole it. Then had the audacity to hand it back a day later and tell me how awful it was. Which yes, I know that you prick. Now get your arse off my desk." He said, this time slapping Draco on the thigh with his hand.
Draco grunted and grabbed Harrys hand, the Gryffindors fingers pressing into his leg. "At least I gave it back and didn't burn the bloody thing. Now, stop with the hitting I don't want bruises you brute." The blonde sneered, wrapping his fingers around Harrys and squeezing hard before letting go. "Now, I think I'll take my leave before you assault me again." Draco stood and walked to the door, waving at Harry and blowing a kiss. "Tata darling, I'll see you in a bit." He said before winking and slamming the door behind him.
Harry blinked and stared at the closed door, glancing down at the hand Draco had squeezed before clenching his fingers and hunching down to finish his work.
A few hours later he sighed and stretched, scratching his neck before packing up his things. Might as well hit that bookstore Draco mentioned. Would be nice to pick up some more novels. Harry thought, whistling a tuneless song as he locked his door and headed down the hall. A few moments of pushing past bodies he made it out onto the street, disappearing with a crack from there to the long road of Diagon Alley.
Before he braved the crowds he ducked into an alley and muttered a light disillusionment spell, determined not for anyone to recognize him on the street. After that he shrunk his work bag and placed it in his pocket, casually strolling out into the crowd and toward the new bookstore.
Within moments it came into view with the large store front bursting with colors and lights, the vibrancy blinding in its brilliance. I assume that's the one. Harry thought, hopping up the steps into a large two-story building with marble staircases and mahogany bookshelves. He paused just within the entrance, the décor throwing him off.
Harry whistled as he turned in a circle, looking up at the huge chandelier that had twinkling fairy's dancing around the candles. "Now, this is something….." Harry muttered, excitement bursting in his chest as he followed the signs to the romance and adult section. When he arrived, he slowed down, touching the spines of the books as he passed and allowing the rough leather to caress his fingers.
Halfway down the aisle he stopped, his interest piqued as he saw one of the books incased in black leather and gold wording. With careful movements he slid the book from the shelf, rubbing the leather backing before he cracked it open and almost choked on his on spit.
"Merlin, what-?" He muttered, quickly closing the book and glancing around to make sure no one saw him. Finding no one he slowly opened the cover, his cheeks burning bright red. In the front of the book a graphic image of two men intertwined graced the first page, one of them collared and kneeling while the other stood above with an open expression of adoration. With trembling fingers Harry turned the page, reading the small blurb that summarized the book.
A lonely businessman named Badin, drowning in a boring sedate life suddenly meets the bad boy who goes by Victor. Their lives immediately intertwine. However, as they progress through their lives together Badin starts noticing that Victor is hiding a secret. As Badin tries to unwind the mystery surrounding Victor, he is shocked by what he finds. Victor has a rather lavish lifestyle far from home, which includes a dubious looking 'sex dungeon'. Badin keeps quiet however, somewhat ashamed on how he found out about this side of Victor. As the days pass by however, Badin becomes more and more intrigued about that part of Victors life. With a sudden drive Badin confronts Victor and they begin to explore this other side of Victors life together.
Harry swallowed and flipped back to the first page, the man who was kneeling immediately captivating him. As he stood there staring he suddenly started, his face blazing as he realized that his cock was half hard. White hot shame crawled its way up his spine and caused him to quickly shut the book and shove it back on the shelf. A quick pause, a long stare and a sniff later he turned away, heading to the normal romance section with clenched fists.
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Harry grumbled as he sat in front of the roaring fire, trying to get comfortable in the plush cushions of his couch. With a sigh he finally settled, reading his new romance book as he hummed and got lost in the world of dashing Aurors and quick tongued misses. Halfway through the pages however the image of the bound kneeling man flashed before his eyes, causing him to curse and quickly shove the romance book away.
Harry stared at the book, frowning as he felt his arousal stir. "Oh, no you don't…." He muttered, quickly getting up and grabbing a different book from the pile he bought. With a nod he settled back in, the adventures of dragons and red-haired heroin immersing him immediately.
Hours passed by in a blur, the fire slowly dimming as Harry swam through the pages of great mountain beasts and large winged humans. Just as he was reaching the climax of the hero's story his wand dinged, signaling the time. With a start Harry glanced at his wall clock, cursing under his breath at the time.
With a sigh he placed his purchases on the ever-growing number of wooden bookshelves, the empty shelf filling to the brim. A soft smile turned his lips up as Harry leaned back, satisfied. With a short whistle he dossed the fire and headed to bed, stripping out of his clothes and sliding under his soft silken sheets.
With a hum he laid back, pillowing his head as he stared at the moon that hung low on the horizon. As sleep slowly crept up on him, he turned the day around in his mind. Just as the blanket of slumber was about to enfold him the black leather book popped into his mind.
Harrys eyes flew open, his heartbeat picking up as he stared up at his ceiling. He groaned in frustration as he reached up to rub his eyes, gritting his teeth and rolling onto his side. He felt his cock stir and he hissed, the sound harsh in the otherwise quiet room.
Harry ignored his hardening erection and shifted under the sheets before cursing and throwing them off in frustration. Stomping down the stairs he reached into the bag he had used to carry his books home. With a savage shake a small packet fell out. Harry bent down and picked it up, the small pages crumpling in his grip. A few quick steps later he was back in his room, his fingers gripping his wand as he swished it over the packet. The small book glowed blue before a projection of the store's inventory for order rose from the pages in a soft blue haze.
With a pinched frown Harry flicked through the catalogue before he found romance. With a hitched breath Harry paused as he found what he was looking for. Looking through the page of some twenty books he realized with a confused huff that there was more than one volume by that author in the same black binding.
Gnawing on his lip in thought he shrugged and bought the whole bunch, not bothering looking at the price before confirming and setting in his address. After he was finished, he closed the small book with a sharp snap and stared at his feet, his heart hamming.
After a long moment he suddenly threw the book onto his nightstand and shoved his wand under his pillow, falling back onto his bed for some much-needed sleep.
O0O
Harry gnawed on his lip, staring at the report he was writing with an absentminded glare. He heard rather then saw Draco enter the room, not bothering to glance up until he saw two pale hands slam into the desk in front of him. "Fuck! Draco!" Harry cursed, throwing himself back and glaring at the smirking blonde in front of him. "What in Merlin's name is wrong with you?" He sneered, his cheeks flaming as he glared. He did a double take however when he finally got a good look at what the Slytherin was wearing. Dark blue robes the color of night hugged Draco's body, drawing the eyes down to his long legs. His thighs were pressed tight into the dark pants, the fabric hugging around the crotch area in a very flattering way.
"There is nothing wrong with me, and I feel insulted that you are insisting otherwise. Now, I am here because I need that report for the case I'm working on. However, upon coming into your office you didn't greet me, which I find very upsetting, and that you are also not done with said report." Draco drawled, leaning farther forward and causing his arms to flex under the clingy fabric he wore. "I am wondering however what is on your mind. It has been a while since I have witnessed you being so dark and somber."
Harry sniffed at that, wrenching his gaze away from Draco's legs and shuffling the papers on his desk. "I am always dark and somber, thank you very much. Also, nothing is on my mind, just a bit tired from reading too much last night. Which, I might point out, is your fault to begin with." Harry replied, glancing up from beneath his glasses and raising an eyebrow.
Draco huffed and stood back, crossing his arms across his chest. "Now, don't you go blaming me for your own troubles." He growled, the sound weaving its way down Harrys stomach to wrap firmly around his cock. "Anyhow, you know better than to stay up, so I have no sympathy for you." Draco smirked, walking around the desk and sitting down on the corner of the hard wood surface. "By the way since I am here would you like me to bring dinner to your flat? Muppet is getting worried you don't like her cooking anymore and insisted that she cook you something tonight."
Harry flushed at that, twirling his pen around before he glanced up through his lashes at Draco. "Sure, same time as usual? I can drop by Shadwins after work and grab some Merlot. The brand you like of course, none of that cheap stuff." Harry teased, chuckling lightly before placing his pen on his desk. He glanced up when there was no reply, his breath hitching at the hungry look on Draco's face.
The blonde's eyes were dark and heated, his lips curled slightly in a predatory smirk. He was leaning forward, his muscles coiled tight as if he was restraining himself. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his fingers caressed the fabric that hugged his thighs in a slightly hypnotic pattern.
"Draco?" Harry asked, slightly breathless as he watched the ravenous expression vanish from the Slytherins face as if it was never there. "You alright?" Harry reached forward hesitantly and patted the blonde's leg.
Draco cleared his throat and leaned back, his posture going back to relaxed and sedated. "Yes, I am fine, I apologize. And you are indeed correct, wine would pair fabulously with dinner. Be a darling and get a slightly darker red then the usual. I want a spicier taste tonight if you wouldn't mind." He said, his voice low and heated before he stood and tapped the report Harry was writing. "Could you try to send this to me as quickly as possible? In the meantime, I will call Muppet and tell her our plans. I'll see you tonight, usual time."
Harry nodded and watched the elegant form of Draco leave his office; the pent-up breath he was holding being released in a long sigh. "That man…." He muttered before getting to work, now eager to get home.
O0O
Harry whistled softly as he cleaned his kitchen, preparing for Draco to come by with dinner. Just as he was setting the plates on the coffee table in the living room, he heard a tap on his window. With a frown he walked forward, the confusion clearing as he saw the package from the bookstore he had ordered. He hurried forward and allowed the owl entrance, untying the books with shaking hands. With a muttered curse he finally got the string loose as the floo chimed and the tall form of Draco came through. Harrys head snapped up and he froze, his eyes glued to the blonde's legs. He heard the blondes throat clear and he started, a flush working its way onto his cheeks.
"Sorry, you startled me. Let me just put these away." Harry said quickly before he rushed off to his room and slammed the door. He leaned against it and gasped, the image of the blonde's slim body flashing through his mind before he groaned and pushed himself away from the door. He threw the package of books onto the bed and tried to get a hold of his libido.
A few moments passed before he could collect himself, his fingers carding through his hair as he strode from his bedroom into the living room. Just as he turned the corner he stopped, his breath whooshing out as he saw Draco.
The man was humming to himself as he plated dinner, wine splashing into glasses as he lit the fire and the candles that was scattered all over the room. Draco, finished with his preparations, grabbed his wand and flicked it into the corner, jazz music softly playing in the background as he fell into the plush cushions of the couch.
Harry swallowed; the scene frozen in his mind as he slowly walked barefoot into the living room. He threw himself into the couch with a huff, the smell of dinner distracting him from the deliciously handsome man beside him. "Oh, Merlin. That smells so good." Harry groaned, grabbing a plate and glancing at Draco from the corner of his eyes.
Harry paused again, his eyes raking down Draco's body as the man lounged back, his legs crossed and the dark blue fabric from this morning hugging his legs. In place of his robes he wore a crisp white shirt, the collar open and exposing the pale white column of his neck. Harry swallowed dryly, his gaze wandering up and stopping at the pendant that hung off of Draco's neck.
"You-you're still wearing it?" Harry asked breathlessly, dropping his plate and reaching forward without thinking and grabbing the silver chain the pendant hung on. The silver dragon that dangled from the end glittered in the low firelight, the blue sapphire eyes that matched Draco's winking up at him.
He jumped when Draco suddenly reached up and grabbing his hand, the man's pale fingers curling around his. Harrys eyes snapped up and locked with the Slytherins, the man's eyes dark in the shadows cast by the flames that burned merrily around them. "Of course, I am wearing it. I have never taken it off." Draco muttered; his fingers soft as he squeezed Harrys hand before letting go. "The day you gave it to me, it became my favorite thing to wear." He admitted, lifting his wine glass to his mouth and sipping as he held the Gryffindor's gaze. "Now, I think that eating dinner is in order yes?"
Harry nodded and dropped the chain, his cheeks burning as he whirled around and grabbed his wine glass. With a strong pull he emptied it, immediately grabbing the plate he had dropped earlier. "Tell Muppet thank you for me." He said, moaning as he ate the decadent food that lay on the porcelain plate. "Her food is always so amazing."
"Yes, it is…." Draco muttered, the man not touching the food as he sipped from his wine glass and stared at Harrys profile. "By the way, what was that package you had gotten? I looked rather heavy." He asked, raising an eyebrow when the Gryffindor choked on his food. "That interesting then?"
Harry shook his head as he coughed, setting his plate down and turning to glare at the smirking blonde. "No, you prat. It was a book collection for Hermione." He lied, glancing away and refilling his own wine glass before topping off Draco's. "I found some interesting things at the bookstore. Wanted to get something for her since she is so busy."
Draco hummed at that, swirling his wine around as he glanced off into the roaring flames of the hearth. "Yes, she and the Weasel are always busy. It's a good thing for me however." He said conversationally, sipping his wine before placing it on the table beside him.
Harry's brow furrowed at that, leaning back into the couch as he stared at the blonde man. "Good? Good how? Also stop calling him that, you git." Harry said halfheartedly, knowing that the feud between Ron and Draco wouldn't be diminishing anytime soon. His attention was brought back to the Slytherin as the man shifted, staring into the fire.
"Well, how I look at it is that I now have every means necessary to monopolize your time. Lucky win for me." Draco muttered before he seemed to resurface from his thoughts and glanced at Harry with a small smirk. "Anyway, I know when you're lying Harry. You are simply atrocious with fabricating none-truths around anyone least of all me. Now, what was really in the package?"
Harry sputtered, momentarily pulled away from his shock at finding that Draco wanted to 'monopolize his time'. "I am not lying you git!" He huffed, rolling his eyes when Draco simply chuckled. "Plus, if I was lying its none of your business."
"Oh really?" Draco drawled, his voice low and soft as he threw his arm around the back of the couch and pulled Harry closer to him. "Now, I really do know your lying. However, if you want secrets fine by me." Draco shrugged, his fingers slowly trailing up Harrys arm up to his shoulder. "I do have a question for you however."
Harry swallowed, his breath stuttering as the blonde caressed the skin of the crook of his neck. "Y-Yes?" He finally asked, his voice breathy as Draco leaned his head on his fist and stroked his skin one last time before letting go.
"Would you like to go to the new Wizard museum? It is opening tomorrow, and I nabbed some tickets. Thought you would enjoy it." Draco said, his eyes hooded as he watched Harry catch his breath. "The opening time is later in the day, so plenty of time for you to read your dreadful romance novels." He smirked, filing the way Harry flushed for later. "Come with me?"
Harry quickly nodded, leaning slightly away. "Yes, I would love to. Come to my flat and pick me up?" Harry asked, not daring to look at Draco as he reached forward and grabbed his wine glass.
"Of course…" Draco whispered, smirking when he saw Harrys flush grow darker. With a sigh he pushed himself up and reached into the basket he had brought. "Desert?"
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Draco watched Harry putter around the kitchen, sipping his wine and feeling the heated warmth spread through his stomach. He smirked as Harry came back into the living room, his gaze flicking everywhere but at the blonde. It was a common occurrence when he came over, the Gryffindor getting flustered part way through the night and refusing to meet his eye. "Everything alright, darling?" He asked, crossing his legs as Harry started. He smirked as the other man froze before he started walking again, loving how skittish the Gryffindor was in his presence.
"Y-Yes, I'm fine." He muttered, sitting back down on the couch after cleaning up the coffee table. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?" Harry grumbled, tucking his legs under him and staring into the fire.
"Not nearly enough to matter." Draco answered, chuckling when the Gryffindor merely glared at him. "Come on, lovely. You know you love it." He growled, obsessed with the way that Harry blushed and sputtered. "Now, I think after this glass I will take my leave."
Harry nodded, shifting on the couch and fingering the stem of his wine glass. After a moment he opened his mouth, the wine glass clutched in his hands with stilted nervousness. "By the way, I wanted to ask earlier," He paused, glancing at Draco before looking away. "what you said about monopolizing my time. What did you mean?"
Draco froze; the rim of the glass that was touching his lips pulled away before he placed it onto the table. "Exactly what I mean." He answered, leaning closer to Harry and grabbing the man's shoulder to grab his wandering gaze. "I want your whole attention on me. No matter how selfish that sounds. However, I don't think you realize the full extent." Draco murmured, glancing down at the Gryffindor's full lips before he released him and leaned back. "You aren't ready to hear that just yet."
Harry huffed a breath, opening his mouth to argue and demand an explanation before Draco stood and leaned down, the man's face inches from his. He tensed up, his eyelids fluttering as the sweet smell of the Slytherins cologne encased him.
"You aren't ready yet, and if you don't know what I am speaking of then clearly you don't have a clue what I would be talking about even if I did explain." Draco said softly, standing up suddenly and walking toward the fire. "I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night, Harry." He said before he disappeared.
Harry sat there for long moments, confusion and arousal battling before he sighed and stood. He walked slowly to his room, shrugging off the strangely erotic evening that was more the norm as he got ready for bed. Just as he went to throw himself onto his mattress the pile of books from earlier caught his attention.
With a sudden shaky feeling of anxiety, he reached forward and opened the package, placing the books on top of his nightstand before choosing one. He sighed as he lay back, glancing at the clock and shrugging when he realized he had an hour or two to spar. After casting a soft Lumos he cracked open the cover, his breath stuttering as he realized it was the one he had flipped through at the library.
With a sense of anticipation he started to read, growing lost in the world of pain and pleasure and soft-spoken words of lust.
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Harry groaned as he rolled over, his sleepy mind rising to consciousness as he heard the sound of crumpling papers. Huh? He thought before he opened his eyes. Immediately he shot up, the book he was reading that night falling from his chest and falling onto the bed.
"Oh, Merlin." Harry whispered, staring down at the dried cum that covered his stomach and chest. "Oh, Merlin." He repeated, his body flushing when he remembered how many times he had jerked off to the book he had been reading before he has passed out.
With a groan Harry leaned his head on his hands, embarrassed at how turned on the book had made him. "Fucking hell…" He growled, standing up and pulling a disgusted face at the semen that pulled at his groin hair. "Gross."
He turned to the bath and started the shower, throwing himself into the steam and washing his shame down the drain. Just as he was toweling off and pulling on a pair of underpants, he heard a noise from the living room. Frowning he headed barefoot toward the floo, gasping when he realized who was calling. He quickly dismantled the wards and allowed the blonde to step through, glancing at the clock and realizing he was late.
"I swear to Merlin, Harry." Draco growled as he dusted himself off. "You are always such a…" Draco froze as he glanced up, his gaze filled with lean rippling muscles that dripped with water. He choked, his cheeks turning pink as his gaze wrenched up and locked with Harry's. He tried valiantly to not look down, raising his eyebrows as the other man merely frowned in puzzlement. "Harry, look down would you please."
Harry glanced down, still somewhat confused, gasping when he realized he was practically naked. "Oh, Merlin! I'll be right back!" Harry stuttered, flying toward his room and shutting his door. He stared into his quiet bedroom, trying to gain control of his beating heart before he walked to his closet and grabbed clothes to get dressed in.
"Merlin, how stupid are you Harry? Standing there naked in front of the very man you fancy. Fucking stupid is what I am." Harry growled to himself, pulling on his clothes savagely before leaving the bedroom and walking toward the fireplace.
"Draco, sorry about that. I'm ready now." He said, blushing in embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You ready to go?" He asked, fidgeting as the blonde man rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I am. Now, let's head out. They will be opening shortly after we arrive." Draco said, ignoring Harrys blush in favor of pulling the man forward and pushing him toward the fireplace. "Oh, stop being so embarrassed. You are gorgeous." Draco sniffed, causing Harry to stumble. "The address is merely the name. It is called Wizarding Wonders of history."
Harry nodded numbly, thrown off by Draco saying that he was 'gorgeous'. He grabbed some floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, calling out the name before disappearing in a whoosh of hot air.
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The museum was packed, the large airy rooms and long corridors filled with people talking and conversing. Harry, not wanting anyone to see him cast a glamour spell. He saw Draco do the same and the two of them headed through the throngs of people.
"I suggest we go all the way down and work our way up." Draco muttered close to his ear, the Slytherins breath tickling the hairs on the back of Harrys neck. "That way lies less people." He said, grabbing Harry by the arm and pulling him down.
Harry stumbled, the day already a whirling mess of emotion as the blonde dragged him away from the crowds of people. The room they stopped in was a room that showed the history of Muggles and witches living together. The main theme was witch trails and hunting's, the room filled with various gadgets and odds and ins.
Draco slowed as he entered the room, his excitement of Wizard history almost palatable. "Oh, my father would love to tell me of these trails. He loved the irony behind how Muggles would kill Muggles thinking they were witches. As if a Wizard worth his salt would be captured by Muggles." Draco drawled, releasing Harry and exploring the room.
Harry frowned at the room, interested as the blonde rattled off facts before he even read the small plaques in front of every display. The amount of knowledge Draco knew was staggering, following behind as they continued through the room and the Slytherins deep husky voice filled every corner. After about an hour Draco paused at a painting and hummed, allowing Harry to explore on his own. Harry snuck away, rounding a corner farther in, stopping at a large display that held whips and gags and torture devices that hung peacefully in their case.
Harrys breathing picked up, the book from the night before slamming into his mind.
"Look at you, you're such a slut for pain." Badin whispered, stroking Victors hair as the man panted and shook. "I love to see how needy you get when your wrapped up like a present." He muttered, his fingers trailing over the rope that held Victor in place and unable to move. "You're so lovely like this."
Victor whimpered; his black hair slicked with sweat. "Fuck, please Badin I ne-"
"Oh, I know exactly what you need pet." Badin interrupted, caressing the skin of Victors stomach before he stood back and walked to the wall of whips and canes that hung from various hooks. "I know how much you love being smacked around." He said, licking his lips as he grabbed a riding crop and slapped it across his own palm. The echoing noise caused Victor, who was blindfolded and bound, to moan in anticipation. "I can't wait to bruise that lovely skin of yours, Victor."
Victor whimpered, his breath stuttering to a stop as he felt the rough leather slid along his back. He tensed, waiting for the delicious sting when he heard the whistle of the whip cut through the air. With a shout he arched back, the pain exploding down his back in a lovely long trail of pulsing heat. He gasped, bracing for the next one when-
"Harry! You alright? You've been standing there for a while." Draco said, concerned as he saw Harry start and whirl around. Draco glanced behind the Gryffindor's shoulder and frowned, cocking his head as he saw the display of devices that the other man seemed to be staring at moments before. "Are you doing okay, lovely?"
Harry flushed at the name, shifting and trying to relieve the pressure on his cock. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just curious about them and was reading the plaque." He said nervously, his soft chuckle sounding strained.
Draco walked forward and stopped behind the Gryffindor, not commenting on how there wasn't any such plaque. "I can see why you're interested. They have a very rich history behind them." Draco commented, staring at Harry from the corner of his eye. He saw how Harry shifted, his skin flushed, and hands clenched at his sides. Now, that is definitely not a normal reaction. Draco thought, curios as he saw how Harry struggled to stand still.
With sudden smirk he stepped behind Harry and grabbed his shoulder, leaning down so his breath brushed against the man's ear. "They were used for many things. It's a wonder how Muggles made these. Of course, they weren't just used in torture. I suppose though for the sake of this room they only highlighted that aspect." He whispered, feeling the shudder that rippled through Harry from beneath his hands.
Harry choked on a gasp, staring at the riding crops as he felt Draco release him.
"Now, I think the next room is in order. Come, come." Draco said, pulling on the Gryffindors arms.
Harry reluctantly followed; his gaze locked on the display behind him. Oh, I am so royally fucked.
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Hello! I am back and kicking! I am sorry i have no really uploaded in the last 4 years (except that one fanfic that i never really re-read. not gonna lie it kind of sucked.) But i think i have learned a lot over the years. This is my first time writing again, so please be merciful! Also, this story has no plot. I really only wanted to just throw something together for some practice! This one will have three chapters~ Filled with lots of smut! Please be advised that this is not beta read so sorry about that. The person i had sent my file to jumped ship so if there is a mistake its alright~ This story isnt really something that needs to be perfect. (^~^)/ Thank you so much for reading! This upcoming monday i will do the next chapter~ (Its all finished just reading it over). Leave a review and tell me how i did!