Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been mine, never will be mine – I'm just playing with them and will return them in more or less the same condition I found them in.

WARNING: Dubcon, blackmail, coercion, slash (boyxboy), EWE, Hogwarts 8th Year, happy ending!

EXTRA WARNING: For mature audiences only, rated M for a reason.

Summary: There's lots of things a former Death Eater on probation shouldn't do, getting caught breaking the rules is high amongst them.

Chapter 1

Draco sighed as he took another drag on the cigarette dangling from between his fingers and stared out of the tower window at the star scattered night sky. It wouldn't be long before the sun started to rise and another day began.

His smoke hung in a small cloud before it passed the magical barrier of the window and was blown aside by the breeze. He let his head fall back against the stone pillar he was resting against.

Another drag and slowly that cloud drifted before it was dispersed. Halfway through the next, a noise caught Draco's attention and the smoke caught in his lungs as his head whipped around and his sight landed on the last person he wanted to see.

Potter. He was stood leaning against the door and silently watching. How long had he been there?

"Smoking is against the rules."

Draco flinched. Potter's words had been said calmly, matter of fact and without a single note of inflection, yet Draco could clearly hear the threat behind them.

After the war, after the Dark Lord's fall and his fathers defeat, Draco had amazingly managed to walk away from his cell in Azkaban, away from the Ministry court room and everything that had happened during the war. Everything had been forgiven, on one condition; he returned to Hogwarts and passed his N.E.W.T.s without causing any problems. Should he not do so, he would be sent straight back to Azkaban to complete a life sentence. If he got into any fights, Azkaban. If he broke the rules, Azkaban. If he so much as forgot his homework, Azkaban.

He was on unstable ground and he knew it, so he spent his days avoiding as many people as possible, attracting as little attention as possible and trying to keep the rest of the Slytherins as quiet as possible.

The fact of the matter was, he was very unpopular with the other three Houses, as was the rest of his house. Slytherins were all now on the Undesirable list and he was Undesirable number one.

Things had been tensed and strained between the three Houses and Slytherin from the moment Draco had arrived at the train station but nothing much had happened until three weeks into the school year when a Hufflepuff hexed a Slytherin and tripped him up, only for the Slytherin to be told off. From there it had slowly escalated. The professors either didn't notice or care about it unless it was to punish the hapless victim.

"And? Going to report me, Potter?" Draco challenged with a raised eyebrow.

Potter just smirked back for a long second before pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against and took a step forward. Draco's heart skipped a few beats in fear as Potter moved closer to him and then started racing as Potter suddenly turned and left the room.

"W-wait!" Draco shouted, panic flooding through him as his body moved without thought and left him standing at Potter's back with a hand reaching for him.

If he let Potter leave and tell on him, he would be instantly expelled and sent straight back to Azkaban. He hadn't put up with four months worth of being bullied, watching his House mates get bullied and the professors ignoring it, just to get expelled now. He couldn't go back to Azkaban, not for anything, the nightmares of that place were still haunting him. I cant go back! I can't! I'll- I'll

"I'll do anything." Draco's throat felt tight and the whispered words scraped the skin as they escaped his mouth. "D-don't tell. Please. I'll do whatever you want, just... Don't tell."

Draco regretted the words immediately, hated the weakness they gave voice to, the power over him they gave Potter.

He tensed as Potter turned back towards him, his face expressionless and giving nothing away. Draco dropped his eyes to the floor, unable to look at Potter as he waited for his reaction; ridicule, amusement, insults, scorn.

Draco flinched as Potter's hand shot forward and fisted the front of his shirt. His own hand rose to shield himself from Potter's anticipated blow but his wrist was caught as Potter pushed him backwards and off balance, forcing him to step back until he hit the wall and his hand was pinned beside his head.

"And if I wanted to hit you until every inch of that pretty white skin bloomed red?"

Draco froze at the cold words and the hard tone, his whole body tingled with a rush of pure fear driven adrenalin. Potter sounded entirely serious, Draco had never heard his voice so dark and promise filled. Was this the boy who had faced down Death Eaters and Dark Lords, defeated them and walked away? It made more sense than the boy Draco had spent his school years with, more sense than the mostly easy going, quick to laugh, quick to forgive Gryffindor Draco had enjoyed tormenting.

He realised he must have been silent for too long as Potter's posture shifted slightly, head tilting to the side as a single eyebrow rose mockingly.

"Scared, Malfoy?" Draco met Potter's smirk with a glare. Like hell he was scared! Or that he'd let Potter know just how much!

Meeting Potter's dazzling green orbs didn't help him much though, they were as cold and hard as his words had been. Scarier than that, though, was the hint of honest amusement behind them, combined with that smirk, it reminded him just a little of the Dark Lord and the pleasure he had taken in tormenting his followers. Do his friends know this side of him?

"You wish, Potter!" Draco managed to snarl, grateful he didn't stutter despite his tongue feeling thick and sluggish.

"Perhaps you should be." Potter murmured, dropping the smirk and leaning in close to Draco's ear.

"Ack!" Draco gasped in surprise and pain, pulling his throbbing lobe from between Potter's teeth and slapping his free hand over the offended ear, jerking as far away from Potter's mouth as he could while pinned. "W-what the hell, Potter?!"

Potter released his hold on the front of Draco's shirt and grasped his chin, forcing his head around and smashing their lips together.

Draco's mind went completely blank, unable to comprehend exactly what was happening as Potter's tongue forced it's way into his mouth. It felt like his life and magic were being sucked out, all his nerves had gone on the fritz, the parts of him touching Potter were hot and shooting out sparks of blinding senseless sensation, the parts touching the wall were cold enough to burn through his clothes and the rest were just numb.

It could have been hours or seconds before Potter released his mouth and thought came swimming back.

He was panting, hard, it was like he could still feel Potter in his mouth. His lips felt swollen and he couldn't get words to pass through his throat, not that he could have strung a sentence together if he could. His eyes were open far too wide and felt dry, scratching against his eyelids as he blinked.

"Ahh!"

He snapped his mouth shut as the noise escaped but it didn't stop his hips from bucking against the thigh Potter had forced between his legs. Potter smirked again as he pressed his thigh into Draco's groin and Draco's groin, traitor that it was, thrust against the hard flesh without his conscious permission. As, he realised, he had been doing for most of the kiss.

Like hell am I going to get off against Potter's leg like some randy virgin! Draco snarled to himself as he bit back the sounds trying to escape and ignore the way Potter had started a slow rhythm of pressing his thigh into Draco.

"W-what do you think you're doin-ahh?!"

The start of Draco's indignant rant was cut off as Potter mercilessly twisted a nipple and thrust into Draco's crotch hard and twisted his hips, repeating the twist as he tormented Draco's nipple.

"S-stop! D-don't-!"

"Stop? Didn't you say you'd do anything, you said whatever I want, right?" The smirk Potter had been wearing dropped as the hand that had pinched Draco's nipple slipped around his waist and pulled him closer, grinding him against Potter's thigh.

Draco couldn't help the cry that slipped from between his lips as Potter released his pinned wrist and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. Teeth sank into his neck in a vicious bite and his orgasm tore through him, leaving him shaking and hanging from Potter's grip.

Draco could feel tears prickling at his eyes as he stood, held up by Potter's leg and his hold around his waist. He felt too weak to take his own weight and too shocked by the turn of events to say anything. Slowly, Potter released him and he slid down to sit a puddle of disarrayed robes, with his own cum sticky and rapidly cooling inside his boxers.

"I'll keep your secrets, Malfoy." Potter said, cold mask back over his face, hiding all trace of the amusement Draco had seen before.

"Fuck you, Potter." Draco snarled, mustering up his best Malfoy facade.

Potter laughed as he turned and left.

Shit... Shit, shit, shit... shit.

Draco twitched every time he saw a flash of red the next day, expecting Potter to spring up and humiliate him in front of everybody. He cringed each time a professor called his name, expecting this time he was going to be called out and expelled. Each time he came across a group of students from another House, especially Gryffindor, he expected jeers and insults – which he mostly got but they were just the usual type, none alluded to knowing anything about the night before.

He didn't see Potter the whole day, even at lunch Potter was missing, which left him feeling on edge and nervous for the last lesson. Not that he wanted to see Potter but- he needed to know, what was Potter planning to do to him? The fear and anticipation was weighing on him heavily, he hadn't been able to concentrate all day. All he could think of was Potter's cold eyes, threatening to beat him bloody one moment and the next forcing him to-

Draco cut the thought off as he had so many times already that day.

After Potter had left the night before, it had taken a while before Draco had been able to push himself to his feet and slowly make his way back to his House and dormitory. He had stood under the shower long enough for his skin to wrinkle and scrubbed himself till he felt raw, disgusted by what had happened, by what he had let happen, how he had reacted to it – he could still hear his own moans and gasps, feel Potter's lips and thigh. Mostly he was disgusted by the fact his body had enjoyed it and still wanted more. He had stood shaking and hard at the remembered touch, unable to bring himself off even as his cock leaked drops of precum that were swiftly washed away by the too hot water.

He hadn't slept well.

As Draco stood waiting for the classroom to open and allow them in, he could feel his anxiety mounting, every person who rounded the corner of the corridor was a smirking Potter. A Potter who still hadn't appeared as they were let in the room and took their seats. As the lesson started, Draco could barely manage to take notes as he worried over Potter.

He wouldn't have gone to McGonagall, he agreed to keep it secret! I'm still safe, I'm fine, Potter won't tell. Even this Potter, this dark, smirking Potter, is too much of a goody two-shoes to break a promise...

A knock on the door had Draco jumping in his seat and then glaring at his notes as he noticed every fifth word was 'Potter'. With a scowl Draco scribbled over the name, his hand slid across the page as he heard a voice behind him, scrawling over the part of his work that hadn't been worthless.

"Sorry I'm late, professor, I was with the Headmistress."

Draco didn't dare look up as he felt Potter walk passed him and hand a note to the professor. "Not to worry Mr. Potter, take a seat and catch up, page 143."

A quick glance around the room left Draco cringing at his parchment. The only available seat was the one right next to him.

Draco studiously ignored Potter as the Gryffindor took the seat next to him and rustled about in his bag, pulling out quills, parchment and his book. Having Potter beside him and ignoring him was even more distracting than Potter being missing and Draco couldn't even concentrate enough to take notes.

McGonagall! He was with McGonagall! Did he tell? Am I going to be expelled? Should I just give up now and pack my stuff? If he told, it's only a matter of time before they come for me. Is there even any point in trying to take notes? Why would he have gone to see McGonagall if he wasn't planning on telling on me? He must have told her, why haven't I been called out yet? Why ha-

Draco's thoughts were cut off as a slip of parchment was pushed under his nose.

"Tomorrow. Same time and place."

Draco shot a look at Potter from the corner of his eye but Potter was focused on his work. Feeling his nerves settle a bit, Draco glared suspiciously at the side profile of Potter's face. If he was still expecting Draco to be here tomorrow night, that had to mean he hadn't told McGonagall what he had seen and Draco wasn't going to be expelled – yet.

The lesson ended and Potter left without saying a single word to him or even looking in his direction, leaving Draco feeling even more confused. What the hell does Potter want with me?

That night had been a repeat of the night before, an unsatisfying shower with a cock that wouldn't stay soft and he couldn't bring himself to touch, followed by a sleepless night, plagued with smirking green eyes, fingers that teased his nipples and a pressure against his groin.

The sun wasn't even turning the sky grey the last time Draco woke up but the feel of a large calloused hand pulling his hair and blunt teeth biting at his neck was enough to leave him scrambling from the sheets he had wrapped around himself. He could feel sweat sliding down between his shoulder blades and his heart was pounding, every third beat making his hard cock twitch.

He stumbled into the shower, relishing the initial blast of cold water as it ran over his head and down his back. Tears prickled at Draco's eyes, shame welling up in him as he closed his hand around his aching member and tried not to think about the fact he was wanking over the memory of Potter pushing against the wall, rubbing against him, pinching, biting and the dream memory of Potter pulling his hair. Oh, sweet Salazar, he couldn't deny how much his body liked it when Potter pulled his hair. It was that more than the thigh between his legs or the teeth on his neck that had brought him off. Tried not to think about the fact that he had just dreamt of Potter doing it again, not just again but more... he could feel Potter in his mouth, thrusting into him as he held him in place by his hair, bending him naked over the window ledge and fisting his cock...

Draco's head fell forward to rest against the cold tiles he was propped up by, gasping as tears slid down his cheeks to mingle with his semen painting the tiles and floor before it washed down the drain. Draco bit his fist to muffle his sobbing.

He was a man. He was the Malfoy Heir and with his father in prison, once he finished school, he would be the official Lord Malfoy. He wasn't allowed to like it when another man touched him, he had to interact with a female to produce an heir of his own. He wasn't supposed to enjoy having anyone push him around, he had to be in control at all times and in all situations.

I'm so fucked. Fucked and fucked up.

He was calm again, dried and dressed just as the sun started turning the horizon grey and long before anyone could see his disgraceful behaviour.

To be continued...

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