AUTHOR's NOTES:
Hee hee… I tried to warn everybody that I am evil… no one listened. Enjoy…
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CHAPTER FOUR: Foreplay
Harry sat on the bed in complete shock.
He just continued to stare at the contents of the box for a few moments not knowing how to react. He quickly looked around to make sure that no one else had walked into dormitory while he was in the shower before reaching into the box and slowly removing the thong. He turned it over in his hands studying the material. It was soft leather, almost suede. It was extremely high cut with a pouch-like front. He could feel his face turning red at the very thought of putting it on, let alone wearing it in front of anyone else.
He put the thong delicately back into the box and turned his attention to the collar. Upon closer examination, he noticed that the collar had a small silver medallion attached to the front, which bore the inscription "Malfoy". It also had a small steel loop on the end, which Harry's realized would be on the back of his neck if he were wearing it. The loop was obviously meant to be where a leash would be attached.
Did Malfoy mean to take this opportunity to degrade Harry? Was he going to make him wear this thong and collar with a leash and walk him around the school as if he were his pet? Surely that couldn't be his intention. A teacher would definitely notice something like that and Malfoy would quickly get in trouble.
Another thought occurred to Harry suddenly. Where did Malfoy get these items? He didn't even know where you would go to purchase a leather thong. The collar of course was easy. It could be obtained at any store that sold pet supplies, but the thong he must have already had. But why? Maybe it was part of some cruel punishment inflicted upon him by his father. He had a sudden vision of Lucius Malfoy dragging his son outside and tying him to a tree.
No. That didn't make sense, why would Malfoy bring that to school with him. He wouldn't want a reminder of something like that. He must have conjured it. That opened a whole new can of worms in Harry's mind. Could the collar have some kind of charm on it that would have some terrible side affect? Would it cause him to completely abandon his force of will and do everything he was told? Would it impair his judgment in some way? Maybe it would restrict his ability to use magic? Harry quickly located his wand, which was sitting on the bureau next to his bed and quickly uttered a magic detection spell that Hermione had taught him. Nothing happened. He quickly cast the detection spell on the thong as well just to be safe. No results there either.
He eyed the box cautiously, still unsure on his feelings towards the strange gift. Did Malfoy really expect him to wear this, or was this some kind of cruel joke? Why would Malfoy even want him to wear this if it wasn't to humiliate him? Surely he didn't want to see him almost naked… or did he? Could Malfoy be attracted to him as well? The thought had never occurred to Harry that his newly discovered desires might be mutual. Harry grinned at the thought. His dream suddenly flashed into his mind again. He pictured the blonde leaning in to kiss him, his hand reaching out to caress his face. He imagined the boy's lips pressing against his own, the blonde slytherin's tongue brushing across his mouth, begging for entry.
Harry felt a tingling sensation in his groin and was suddenly aware that he was still standing next to his bed wearing only a towel which was doing very little to conceal the erection that was beginning to form. He quickly opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and tossed them onto his bed, before opening the next drawer and digging through for his favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He reached down and began to remove his towel and froze when his eyes fell on the box still sitting on his bed. He was startled when he heard what sounded like a grunt coming from somewhere nearby. His eyes quickly darted around the room as he grabbed the box and hid it behind his back.
There was no one there.
He quickly picked up the clothes sitting on his bed and walked back into the lavatory, still clutching the box nervously. He sat the stack down on the marble counter and glanced up at himself in the mirror in front of him. He couldn't believe that he was actually thinking of trying on the indecent clothing that he had received. He hesitantly picked up the leather thong and held it up to his waistline over the towel that still clung to him. He couldn't help but feel like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. It was the same guilty feeling that crept into him whenever he wanked off in the shower. He looked up at himself in the mirror and was slightly surprised at how much he liked the way the thong looked against his lightly tanned skin. He hesitated for a moment before yanking off the damp towel and quickly slipping one foot into the thong, then the other, and sliding the material up his legs, past his thighs and finally coming to rest around his waist. He took a deep breath and slowly allowed his eyes to meet his reflection in the mirror. He was shocked to notice that the tip of his half-erect penis was peeking out of the top of the miniature leather garment. He blushed slightly as he slipped his fingers under the waistband and pulled the material away from his skin as he attempted to adjust himself with his other hand. Once he was satisfied that he had adequately covered himself, his gaze returned to the mirror. Harry gasped as he truly saw his full reflection for the first time.
He looked sinfully delicious. His tall thin frame accentuated by the miniscule fabric. As Harry stared at his reflection, he couldn't help but grin and flex his lean muscles lightly. He turned around and looked at the mirror over his shoulder to check out the view from another angle. He hadn't realized until just that moment how skimpy the back of the garment was. Every inch of his small perfectly round arse was completely uncovered except for an incredibly thin strip of leather that had nuzzled itself in-between his cheeks. And was that a dimple? He had never known that he had a dimple there?
He turned back around to face the mirror again and noticed the collar still sitting in the box. Without a moment's hesitation, he picked up the collar and quickly fastened it around his neck. As he pulled his fingers away from the clasp, he allowed his touch to linger on his neckline, slowly grazing the skin as his hands slid around his shoulders and down his chest. He had to admit, He looked fucking sexy. And even more, he felt sexy. It was as if all his inhibitions had been stripped away. He felt naughty! His pulse was racing, his heart pounding in his chest. He dragged his fingers across his flat stomach and shivered as goose bumps began to prick up all over his chest and abdomen. He ran his tongue seductively across his teeth as he looked at himself in the mirror. He felt the leather encasing his groin suddenly begins to shrink. He panicked for a moment. Maybe the detection spell hadn't worked. He reached down to rip the garment off before it cut off his circulation, but stopped when the palm of his hand came in contact with something hard. Rock Hard. His cheeks reddened as he realized that the material wasn't shrinking, it was simply tighter because of the intense erection that had formed inside of it. He shifted his weight on his feet and moaned as the soft leather rubbed across his sensitive manhood. 'Damn' he though to himself 'That feels amazing'. He shifted his weight again sending gentle vibrations through his groin. He began to rock his hips, slowly back and forth as his hand slowly found its way down his stomach and began to rub the hard-on through the soft leather. His head falling back as another moan escaping from his lips…
"Harry? What the bloody hell are you doing?"
Harry jumped as he looked over towards the door and saw the shocked expression on the face of his red-headed best friend.
"Ron… I… er…" Harry stumbled as he grabbed his jeans and yanked them on at lightening speed. "I was just…"
"And what are you wearing?" continued the blushing Gryffindor.
"Um… I… I… uh… gift." He managed to mumble as he zipped up his jeans and fastened the button at his waist.
"A Gift?… Is that a collar around your neck?" continued Ron, still trying to put things together in his mind.
"What? Oh… uh…" he stammered as he quickly removed the collar and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans.
"Cho!!" exclaimed Ron as he face lit up. "That's a gift from CHO!"
Harry's mind raced trying to figure out what to say to his best friend. Should he go along with Ron's assumption? Should he tell the truth? How would Ron react if he told him the gift was from Malfoy? Did he even realize that Harry had been feeling himself up before he walked in? 'At least, he interrupted when he did,' thought Harry 'If he would have waited just a few minutes longer, I probably would have been having an orgasm right when he walked in… and with my luck, I would have turned and my cum would have shot straight into his eye'
"Harry?"
"Er… what?" exclaimed Harry, shaking his head trying to erase the mental picture of his best friend running around the room screaming blindly with the-boy-who-lived's spunk all over his face.
"Did Cho send you that gift?"
Harry just smiled weakly, neither confirming nor denying Ron's suspicions. Apparently Ron didn't realize that Harry hadn't seen or heard from Cho in over a year since she graduated. He didn't really feel that this was the appropriate time to point this out to him.
"That little minx. I never would have thought Cho would be that forward… Sending you a naughty gift like that."
Harry grabbed his shirt and tugged it over his head as he picked up the box and began to walk out of the room before this awkward coversation went any further.
"Hang on Harry." Said Ron as he stepped into his exit route. "I want to know all the bloody details. But I really have to pee. Don't go anywhere."
Harry nodded as Ron stepped out of his way and walked towards the nearest lieu. The moment Ron stepped into the stall, Harry rushed through the door leading back towards the dormitories, down the stairs leading back to the common room, across the crowded space dodging Gryffindors left and right, and through the portrait hole. He didn't know quite where he was going; he just knew that anywhere else in the entire school would be better than having to face Ron and his barrage of questions.
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Draco Malfoy grinned as he picked up the pair of boxer briefs Harry had knocked onto the floor as he was rushing to put on his clothes. 'What a nice souvenir' he thought to himself as he casually walked through the door of the lavatory Harry had conveniently left open when the bolted from the room. He still couldn't believe his luck at witnessing the Gryffindor practically wanking off in from on him. It was moments like these that Draco remembered why he loved his Invisibility Cloak so much…
He was still fingering his erection as he quietly walked down the steps towards the Gryffindor common room. Watching the startled boy turn red and blunder through trying to explain what he was doing to the weasel had only increased his excitement. He had bit his hand to keep from squealing in delight as the boy got dressed faster than Draco has every seen anyone get dressed before.
He slipped through the parted crowd that was still gawking about Potter's quick exit and out the portrait hole without anyone even getting close to him. He licked his lips as he put together the finishing touches on the plans in his mind for the evening to come. He had to move quickly, dinner would be ready soon, and after that it was just a few short hours until Potter would be meeting him.
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
Like I said… foreplay. This was originally intended to be chapter three, but then the whole Draco's POV thing popped into my mind, and inserted itself before I even knew what I was doing. As I was putting the finishing touches on this chapter, the thought occurred to me to write a whole other chapter of Draco's POV about watching Harry as he playing with himself in the bathroom… but then I decided that, although I do enjoy teasing my fans… I don't want them to hate me… so I just wrote a quick blurb and ended it there… you know what that means?? Hot Sweaty Man Sex will definitely be in the next chapter… I promise this time!
Hee hee… I tried to warn everybody that I am evil… no one listened. Enjoy…
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CHAPTER FOUR: Foreplay
Harry sat on the bed in complete shock.
He just continued to stare at the contents of the box for a few moments not knowing how to react. He quickly looked around to make sure that no one else had walked into dormitory while he was in the shower before reaching into the box and slowly removing the thong. He turned it over in his hands studying the material. It was soft leather, almost suede. It was extremely high cut with a pouch-like front. He could feel his face turning red at the very thought of putting it on, let alone wearing it in front of anyone else.
He put the thong delicately back into the box and turned his attention to the collar. Upon closer examination, he noticed that the collar had a small silver medallion attached to the front, which bore the inscription "Malfoy". It also had a small steel loop on the end, which Harry's realized would be on the back of his neck if he were wearing it. The loop was obviously meant to be where a leash would be attached.
Did Malfoy mean to take this opportunity to degrade Harry? Was he going to make him wear this thong and collar with a leash and walk him around the school as if he were his pet? Surely that couldn't be his intention. A teacher would definitely notice something like that and Malfoy would quickly get in trouble.
Another thought occurred to Harry suddenly. Where did Malfoy get these items? He didn't even know where you would go to purchase a leather thong. The collar of course was easy. It could be obtained at any store that sold pet supplies, but the thong he must have already had. But why? Maybe it was part of some cruel punishment inflicted upon him by his father. He had a sudden vision of Lucius Malfoy dragging his son outside and tying him to a tree.
No. That didn't make sense, why would Malfoy bring that to school with him. He wouldn't want a reminder of something like that. He must have conjured it. That opened a whole new can of worms in Harry's mind. Could the collar have some kind of charm on it that would have some terrible side affect? Would it cause him to completely abandon his force of will and do everything he was told? Would it impair his judgment in some way? Maybe it would restrict his ability to use magic? Harry quickly located his wand, which was sitting on the bureau next to his bed and quickly uttered a magic detection spell that Hermione had taught him. Nothing happened. He quickly cast the detection spell on the thong as well just to be safe. No results there either.
He eyed the box cautiously, still unsure on his feelings towards the strange gift. Did Malfoy really expect him to wear this, or was this some kind of cruel joke? Why would Malfoy even want him to wear this if it wasn't to humiliate him? Surely he didn't want to see him almost naked… or did he? Could Malfoy be attracted to him as well? The thought had never occurred to Harry that his newly discovered desires might be mutual. Harry grinned at the thought. His dream suddenly flashed into his mind again. He pictured the blonde leaning in to kiss him, his hand reaching out to caress his face. He imagined the boy's lips pressing against his own, the blonde slytherin's tongue brushing across his mouth, begging for entry.
Harry felt a tingling sensation in his groin and was suddenly aware that he was still standing next to his bed wearing only a towel which was doing very little to conceal the erection that was beginning to form. He quickly opened his top dresser drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and tossed them onto his bed, before opening the next drawer and digging through for his favorite pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He reached down and began to remove his towel and froze when his eyes fell on the box still sitting on his bed. He was startled when he heard what sounded like a grunt coming from somewhere nearby. His eyes quickly darted around the room as he grabbed the box and hid it behind his back.
There was no one there.
He quickly picked up the clothes sitting on his bed and walked back into the lavatory, still clutching the box nervously. He sat the stack down on the marble counter and glanced up at himself in the mirror in front of him. He couldn't believe that he was actually thinking of trying on the indecent clothing that he had received. He hesitantly picked up the leather thong and held it up to his waistline over the towel that still clung to him. He couldn't help but feel like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. It was the same guilty feeling that crept into him whenever he wanked off in the shower. He looked up at himself in the mirror and was slightly surprised at how much he liked the way the thong looked against his lightly tanned skin. He hesitated for a moment before yanking off the damp towel and quickly slipping one foot into the thong, then the other, and sliding the material up his legs, past his thighs and finally coming to rest around his waist. He took a deep breath and slowly allowed his eyes to meet his reflection in the mirror. He was shocked to notice that the tip of his half-erect penis was peeking out of the top of the miniature leather garment. He blushed slightly as he slipped his fingers under the waistband and pulled the material away from his skin as he attempted to adjust himself with his other hand. Once he was satisfied that he had adequately covered himself, his gaze returned to the mirror. Harry gasped as he truly saw his full reflection for the first time.
He looked sinfully delicious. His tall thin frame accentuated by the miniscule fabric. As Harry stared at his reflection, he couldn't help but grin and flex his lean muscles lightly. He turned around and looked at the mirror over his shoulder to check out the view from another angle. He hadn't realized until just that moment how skimpy the back of the garment was. Every inch of his small perfectly round arse was completely uncovered except for an incredibly thin strip of leather that had nuzzled itself in-between his cheeks. And was that a dimple? He had never known that he had a dimple there?
He turned back around to face the mirror again and noticed the collar still sitting in the box. Without a moment's hesitation, he picked up the collar and quickly fastened it around his neck. As he pulled his fingers away from the clasp, he allowed his touch to linger on his neckline, slowly grazing the skin as his hands slid around his shoulders and down his chest. He had to admit, He looked fucking sexy. And even more, he felt sexy. It was as if all his inhibitions had been stripped away. He felt naughty! His pulse was racing, his heart pounding in his chest. He dragged his fingers across his flat stomach and shivered as goose bumps began to prick up all over his chest and abdomen. He ran his tongue seductively across his teeth as he looked at himself in the mirror. He felt the leather encasing his groin suddenly begins to shrink. He panicked for a moment. Maybe the detection spell hadn't worked. He reached down to rip the garment off before it cut off his circulation, but stopped when the palm of his hand came in contact with something hard. Rock Hard. His cheeks reddened as he realized that the material wasn't shrinking, it was simply tighter because of the intense erection that had formed inside of it. He shifted his weight on his feet and moaned as the soft leather rubbed across his sensitive manhood. 'Damn' he though to himself 'That feels amazing'. He shifted his weight again sending gentle vibrations through his groin. He began to rock his hips, slowly back and forth as his hand slowly found its way down his stomach and began to rub the hard-on through the soft leather. His head falling back as another moan escaping from his lips…
"Harry? What the bloody hell are you doing?"
Harry jumped as he looked over towards the door and saw the shocked expression on the face of his red-headed best friend.
"Ron… I… er…" Harry stumbled as he grabbed his jeans and yanked them on at lightening speed. "I was just…"
"And what are you wearing?" continued the blushing Gryffindor.
"Um… I… I… uh… gift." He managed to mumble as he zipped up his jeans and fastened the button at his waist.
"A Gift?… Is that a collar around your neck?" continued Ron, still trying to put things together in his mind.
"What? Oh… uh…" he stammered as he quickly removed the collar and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans.
"Cho!!" exclaimed Ron as he face lit up. "That's a gift from CHO!"
Harry's mind raced trying to figure out what to say to his best friend. Should he go along with Ron's assumption? Should he tell the truth? How would Ron react if he told him the gift was from Malfoy? Did he even realize that Harry had been feeling himself up before he walked in? 'At least, he interrupted when he did,' thought Harry 'If he would have waited just a few minutes longer, I probably would have been having an orgasm right when he walked in… and with my luck, I would have turned and my cum would have shot straight into his eye'
"Harry?"
"Er… what?" exclaimed Harry, shaking his head trying to erase the mental picture of his best friend running around the room screaming blindly with the-boy-who-lived's spunk all over his face.
"Did Cho send you that gift?"
Harry just smiled weakly, neither confirming nor denying Ron's suspicions. Apparently Ron didn't realize that Harry hadn't seen or heard from Cho in over a year since she graduated. He didn't really feel that this was the appropriate time to point this out to him.
"That little minx. I never would have thought Cho would be that forward… Sending you a naughty gift like that."
Harry grabbed his shirt and tugged it over his head as he picked up the box and began to walk out of the room before this awkward coversation went any further.
"Hang on Harry." Said Ron as he stepped into his exit route. "I want to know all the bloody details. But I really have to pee. Don't go anywhere."
Harry nodded as Ron stepped out of his way and walked towards the nearest lieu. The moment Ron stepped into the stall, Harry rushed through the door leading back towards the dormitories, down the stairs leading back to the common room, across the crowded space dodging Gryffindors left and right, and through the portrait hole. He didn't know quite where he was going; he just knew that anywhere else in the entire school would be better than having to face Ron and his barrage of questions.
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Draco Malfoy grinned as he picked up the pair of boxer briefs Harry had knocked onto the floor as he was rushing to put on his clothes. 'What a nice souvenir' he thought to himself as he casually walked through the door of the lavatory Harry had conveniently left open when the bolted from the room. He still couldn't believe his luck at witnessing the Gryffindor practically wanking off in from on him. It was moments like these that Draco remembered why he loved his Invisibility Cloak so much…
He was still fingering his erection as he quietly walked down the steps towards the Gryffindor common room. Watching the startled boy turn red and blunder through trying to explain what he was doing to the weasel had only increased his excitement. He had bit his hand to keep from squealing in delight as the boy got dressed faster than Draco has every seen anyone get dressed before.
He slipped through the parted crowd that was still gawking about Potter's quick exit and out the portrait hole without anyone even getting close to him. He licked his lips as he put together the finishing touches on the plans in his mind for the evening to come. He had to move quickly, dinner would be ready soon, and after that it was just a few short hours until Potter would be meeting him.
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
Like I said… foreplay. This was originally intended to be chapter three, but then the whole Draco's POV thing popped into my mind, and inserted itself before I even knew what I was doing. As I was putting the finishing touches on this chapter, the thought occurred to me to write a whole other chapter of Draco's POV about watching Harry as he playing with himself in the bathroom… but then I decided that, although I do enjoy teasing my fans… I don't want them to hate me… so I just wrote a quick blurb and ended it there… you know what that means?? Hot Sweaty Man Sex will definitely be in the next chapter… I promise this time!