Tiger & Dragon
By loverstouch
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling. The story is based on Rowling's work, but the plot of 'Tiger & Dragon' comes from my own sick brain.
Summary: In the summer after his fifth year Harry is taken from the Dursleys to live with the Malfoys. The next day the Daily Prophet's headline read 'Boy Who Lived Died In Death Eater Attack' …
Rating: R
This is my first "Slash" fanfiction and the first fic I have published at all, so please go easy on me.
The story begins in the summer after Harry's fifth year, which means yes; it is post OoTP, but has nothing to do with HBP.
I'd like to thank Draeconin for being the beta for my story. I'm really grateful for your help.
Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 18 – Draco's Mistake
After the feast, Tiger, Draco and the other sixth year Slytherins made their way down to the dungeons, talking and laughing animatedly. They were the last to enter the common room, because they had given Tiger a little tour through the dungeons. When they did, they saw all the Slytherins gathered around and listening to Professor Snape, who stood in front of the fireplace.
"Sev's yearly welcome speech," Draco whispered in Tiger's ear, and walked deeper into the room.
"Ah, what a surprise. And here I thought I had lost my sixth years over the summer." Snape looked at them sardonically. "Do come in: take a seat. Mr. Ryan, I was just about to tell your fellow newcomers what it means to be sorted into Slytherin. I'm afraid you'll have to inform yourself otherwise, because as I just said, I won't repeat myself."
"But if you just said it, then you'd have repeated yourself already," Tiger answered in a smug voice.
Snape just glared at him, which made Tiger back away. "I'll just sit here and let you go on, okay?" He sat in the only vacant armchair - a dark green, nearly black leather chair with two open-mouthed snake heads at the end of the armrests. A gasp went through the room, and the second years began to whisper frantically.
"That's Draco Malfoy's chair."
"How dare he…"
"He will kill him."
"Draco Malfoy's chair."
Tiger looked questioningly at the blond who was standing behind the chair to the left. He raised one eyebrow as if asking 'You have your own chair?'
Draco smirked proudly. "What can I say? They love me." He took a step forward to stand beside his armchair.
"Well, it seems you have to share your seat from now on." And with that he grabbed Draco around the waist, and pulled him on top of himself. Another gasp ran through the common room while Draco tried to get away from Tiger's grip. But when the dark haired boy whispered in his ear, he stopped dead. "And here I thought I was the only one who loves you."
Draco looked shocked, but then glared at Tiger when he noticed the smirk. With every second they held eye contact, Draco's face grew redder and redder. He was about to duck his head to prevent anyone from seeing him blushing, when he was rescued by an annoyed snarl.
"If you two are quite done…"
The two looked at Snape, and Tiger's smirk transfigured into an innocent, sweet, but mischievous smile.
"But of course, Uncl-"
He was stopped by a hand over his mouth.
"If you don't want to die this instant, don't finish that sentence," Draco hissed in his ear.
Tiger looked over to Snape and found himself rewarded with a sneer which heretofore had been exclusively reserved for Harry Potter. He gave Snape an apologetic smile and ducked his head behind Draco.
"As I was saying, you've been sorted into Slytherin: not, like some of you might think, because your parents and grandparents and great-grandparents were in Slytherin, but because the Sorting Hat saw Slytherin qualities in you. Therefore I expect you to act like a Slytherin. I expect you to earn as many house points as possible, and to do what you have to for the other houses to lose theirs, without being caught yourself."
Tiger looked around Draco's back and quirked an eyebrow at the blond. Draco just shrugged and smiled at him.
"Furthermore, I expect you to excel in all your classes. If anyone has a problem with his or her studies, I want you to ask the elder years for help. If they, too, don't succeed in tutoring you, I want you to come to me, because I won't let you get away with bad marks."
"Make sure that no one is, in any way, being mocked or tyrannized by other houses. You will be a unit the moment you leave this common room. There will be no inner house rivalries outside the dungeons. I don't care what you're doing in these rooms, but I don't allow anyone to let the other houses get a poor impression of the cohesion of my house."
"Have I made myself clear?"
The room was silent. No one dared to answer other than with a firm nod.
Tiger, whose eyes had grown to twice their normal size, was still gaping at Snape in disbelief. And what the Potions Master said next didn't help at all to relieve Tiger's amazement.
"Should there be any problem, whatever they may be, which can't be solved between yourselves, or if you feel the need to talk to anyone other than immature teenagers, don't hesitate to come to me. I may be an arrogant bastard most of the time, but I want you to know that I'll be there for you, and will help you with whatever problem you may have, as long as you don't abuse my trust."
Tiger couldn't believe what he was hearing. Snape, the greasy bastard, has a heart? 'How come we never noticed this before? He must have told this to every new Slytherin year. Why haven't we heard something about that?'
As if he had read his mind, Snape answered the question. "And don't you dare talk about this to anyone outside the common room. If you tell anyone about me being a nice guy or anything along those lines, be warned that I won't hesitate to take points from my own house or give you detention."
Tiger snorted behind Draco's back, which he turned into a cough when he felt most of the Slytherins eyes on him. He buried his head in Draco's robes and waited, after Snape had sent them to bed, until everyone but the sixth year students had left the room.
"Is he gone?" When the common room fell quiet, Tiger's head came out of his hiding place - just to come face to face with his new Head of House. He let out an unintelligent shriek, and ducked back behind Draco. But moments later he looked back up, an innocent and questioning expression on his face. "Professor?"
"A word, Mr. Ryan, if you please." Snape turned and walked back to the fireplace. Tiger struggled out from under Draco, and with a whispered "Be nice" from Draco, he followed after his professor.
"Professor?"
Snape turned around and looked at him warningly. "Mr. Ryan, I will say this once, and once only." He took a step closer to Tiger, who instinctively took a step back. "I expect you to behave yourself. You are a Slytherin. Therefore everything you do will be reflect on my ability to lead my house. I won't let you get away with anything just because you're living with Lucius and Draco. We had a bad start, but it worked out better after a while. I've come to know you as an interesting person to talk to about potions, and I think I will enjoy your company for the next two months - or as long as it will last - as long as we treat each other with the same respect."
"Pardon me, sir, but what are you talking about? Why should I keep you company? Not that I haven't enjoyed our conversations about potions," he added, since the first part of his question was a bit harsher than he had intended.
"Right: I haven't told you yet." Snape said, and looked over at Draco for a moment, before he continued. "You will have one hour detention with me every night, for every day you insist on wearing inappropriate clothing while in classes and at meals."
"He told you about the bet."
Snape smirked at Tiger's disbelieving look.
"As today was the first official meal, you have already earned yourself one hour detention. I will expect you tomorrow evening at eight o'clock in my office. Ask someone how to find it. It is your choice whether you'll have to stay one or two hours. Good night, Mr. Ryan." With a nod to Draco and the other sixth years, Snape left the common room.
For a long while, Tiger just stood there and thought over the previous conversation, and about what the detentions would mean for his free time; for his study time. About what the detentions would consist of – 'He won't make me scrub the caldrons for two month, will he?' And, of course, about how he would repay Draco for this. After a while, he had the perfect idea. He smirked to himself, and made a mental note to talk to Castor and Pollux, as well as Blaise. He put on an angry face before he turned to Draco.
Draco stood in front of his armchair and was watching him expectantly. When Tiger walked over to him, he could see the emotion playing on Draco's face – smugness that he had put one over on Tiger, anticipation for having a slave soon, but also anxiety about Tiger's reaction. But with every step Tiger took, Draco's smirk grew so as not to let the dark haired boy see his doubts about his action.
But Tiger had already noticed Draco's façade. His own faded into mock anger when he spoke.
"You cheating little snake." He pushed Draco back into the seat and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. "I hope you haven't already made plans for my being your slave, because I assure you I won't lose the bet."
"Says the boy who will have detention for the next two months," Draco countered, with a sneer.
"Believe me, Draco; you will beg to be released from the bet before the two months are over," Tiger whispered in his ear, pressing his chest to Draco's.
"You wish." The blonde's voice cracked when Tiger sat back a bit, pressing his crotch into Draco's to shift his weight.
"No, my dear Dragon: you wish. At least you will after your first day as my 'toy'." He leant forward again, whispering against Draco's skin while wandering up from his neck to his ear, his hips rolling ever so slightly. "I will make you pay for every minute I spend with Snape. Fifty-nine days will be paid back in only seven. Every hour my hands have to shrub cauldrons or the Potions classroom I will repay by not letting my hands wander all over your body, stroking every part of your delicate skin."
Tiger was once again pressed against Draco's body, his lips beside the blonde's ear, whispering everything what he wouldn't do to him, and demonstrating with his hands what Draco would lose.
By now Draco was biting on his lower lip, preventing himself from moaning. The other sixth years stood forgotten around them. Crabbe and Goyle watched dumbfounded not knowing how to react until the other boys told them to go to bed, Pansy had fainted – once again – and Millicent and the other girls tried to carry her to their dormitory. Only Blaise remained in the room, watching the two of them open mouthed, until Theodore Nott came back and pulled him away.
"Every hour my hands have to cut ingredients and stir a potion, I will repay you by not digging my hands in your shoulder while I'm massaging your whole body." He pressed his hands on Draco's shoulders, massaging lightly, his thumbs stroking over the blonde's neck.
Draco's head fell back, and he let out a whimper when Tiger removed his hands.
"Every hour my ears have to listen to Snape ranting about hopeless First Years or incompetent Gryffindors, I will repay you by not making you listen to me talking dirty. I won't tell you about how I would take of your clothes one by one, button by button, and let my tongue explore every centimetre of the revealed skin. I won't tell you about how I would take your nipples in my mouth, and bite and suck them to hardness; first one, then the other, and then…"
A tiny whimper from Draco indicated that the blond knew what Tiger would do next. "And I won't tell you about how good it feels to feel your erection grow against mine."
"God," Draco moaned, when Tiger ground into him again.
"Every hour my mouth has to respond to Snape's questions, I will repay you by not nibbling at your earlobe. I will not lick the spot behind your ear which I know makes you purr like a cat." Tiger smirked against Draco's skin when he heard the other boy purr. "I will not kiss and nibble and bite your neck…and then all the way back up to your mouth…which I won't kiss, either."
Tiger licked over Draco's lips, and the blond immediately opened his mouth, kissing the other boy passionately.
Tiger forgot for a while what he wanted to do to Draco and just leant into the kiss, his hands rummaging over the blonde's body, and feeling Draco's hands on his back, trying to sneak under his shirt. But when he felt Draco's hands on his skin, he pulled back and grabbed Draco's hands to bring them to his mouth.
"I will not lick and suck on your fingers and let them fuck my mouth while I rub myself against you, bringing you slowly over the edge." He did as he said he would not do, and rubbed himself against Draco while the blond finger-fucked his mouth. When he felt Draco lose control, his fingers moving in and out faster, he stopped and pulled back.
Draco whimpered at the loss, and opened his eyes to look at Tiger.
"I will, however," he said, beginning to stand up, but still leaning down over Draco, "end this demonstration now, to show you just what you've got yourself into by seeking your godfather's help." He took a step back and turned around, only now letting his face show just how difficult this last move was for him.
There was a long pause where both boys tried to calm down, then Draco spoke.
"God, why do you hate me so much?" Draco was still panting when he stood up and walked over to Tiger. "How can you be so cruel?"
Smirking, Tiger turned around. "Cruel? Me? Who was the one who earned me fifty-nine - fifty-nine - detentions with Snape?"
"You don't have to take more than one." Draco smiled innocently.
"You wish." Tiger glared at him. "And don't believe what I did was cruel. I promise you I will torture you until I get bored of it, which I can assure you will never happen." He took a step forward so they were mere inches apart, and smiled. "But don't worry," he raised his hand and caressed Draco's cheek, "maybe, in the end, it will all be well worth it." He gave Draco a long, sweet kiss, wrapping his arms around him, into which the blond melted immediately. "Let's go to bed," Tiger whispered against Draco's lips, and the two went to their dormitory.
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?