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 2
When Draco went to the tower room he had seen Potter in that night, he had expected to get there before the boy in question. He was quite a bit early but he hadn't been able to sit still all day, worrying and working himself up over what Potter might want with him this time.
He couldn't deny, to himself at least, that he was scared and... just a little excited, in a completely terrified kind of way. His brain wanted nothing to do with this situation in the slightest but his other head... well, that had been hard all day.
Again, Potter had ignored him completely on the times they had bumped into each other in the corridors and had taken a seat on the opposite side of the classroom during their one shared class. He had absolutely no idea what Potter had planned for him and he was going slightly insane from strain of trying to work it out. If he wasn't as scared of Azkaban as he was, he might have gone McGonagall and confessed everything just so he didn't have to think about what Potter might have in store for him.
He knew he was just as likely to get that beating Potter had mentioned as... anything else he was trying not to think about. Potter was going to play with him, take whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted and Draco... Draco couldn't do anything about it unless he wanted to be expelled, he could only give in and accept it. Had to accept it, until the end of the school year when he would be free and his probation lifted.
He froze in the doorway as he saw Potter sat in the seat Draco had been in the night before last.
"You're early." Potter stated, unemotional and noncommittal.
"So are you." Draco responded, keeping his own face as blank as possible, hiding his inner turmoil.
Potter was drinking from a bottle of something and used it to indicate the seat at the other side of the bench he was sat on. Hesitantly, Draco accepted the invitation and stiffly took the seat. A second bottle matching Potter's was pulled from a pocket and a tap from his wand had the lid jump off before it was extended in his direction.
Draco gave the bottle a long look, switched his assessing gaze to Potter and then slowly took the bottle from his hand. There wasn't a chance he was going to drink it but he didn't want to antagonise Potter any more than necessary by refusing.
Potter didn't say anything as he released the bottle and raised his own to his lips, tipping his head back as he took a mouthful and slowly swallowed. Draco couldn't help watching Potter's throat move as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up, down and up again.
He was scared, he didn't want any of this, he just wanted to finish his schooling and be free to live his life, however it might turn out. Free from the Dark Lord, free of his family commitments, free of all the expectations he had so far been trying to live up to. The Dark Lord was dead, his father was in Azkaban and his mother would be happy as long as he was, his life was his own, for the first time since he was born. Or would be after his birthday and the end of the school year.
Yet, despite his new found freedom, he felt more trapped than he ever had before. He never wanted to end up back in Azkaban, which left him with no choice but to surrender to this Potter that was sat staring at him, watching, assessing, judging, silent and utterly terrifying, scaring him in a way that even the Dark Lord hadn't. He had always known what was expected of him, no matter how hard it had been to meet those expectations, he always knew where to stand, what to do and that had made it mostly bearable. But this, with Potter, with this Potter that reminded him of the Dark Lord... he didn't have a clue what he wanted from him or what he was supposed to do. So he sat, nervous and on edge, clutching tightly at the bottle in his hands as he waited for Potter to... do something, say something, anything, anything that wasn't this cold, uneasy silence. Something to give him a clue as to what was expected from him.
"Come here."
"W-what-?" Draco stuttered, caught off guard, lost in his thoughts as he had been and already regretting wanting Potter to do something.
"Come here. Sit across my lap."
Draco felt his cheeks heat as Potter leant forward and caught his wrist pulling him closer, forcing Draco to his feet before he was pulled onto Potter's lap. Draco wriggled slightly, unused to sitting across another persons lap, Pansy used to sit in his occasionally last year but this felt completely different. Because it's a boy or because it was someone who hated him?
Probably both, Draco conceded as he sat tense and ready to spring up as soon as Potter let him. Potter, though, seemed to have other ideas beside releasing him. Instead, the hand on his wrist circled around his waist, holding him in place on Potter's lap, while the other wrapped around Draco's hand that was still holding the bottle Potter had given him and used it to guide the glass rim to his lips.
Potter's eyes were focused on the bottle as he rested it on Draco's bottom lip and slowly tilted it until the liquid lapped at the seam.
"Open your mouth." The order was barely more than a breath but Draco couldn't miss the command in it. Dubiously Draco let his lips part enough for the liquid to trickle in and the creamy warmth of Butter beer trickled over his tongue, he couldn't detect any taste of a drug or potion in it, despite his expectations. "Don't swallow."
Draco frowned in confusion at the instruction as Potter moved the bottle and released his hand. Potter's fingers rose to comb through Draco's bangs before cupping the back of his head and pulling him down. His lips closed over Draco's before his tongue swiped over his closed lips and pressed inside, stealing the drink Draco had been holding in his mouth.
Draco was hard in an instant, his warm cheeks flared red hot as he only just stopped himself from groaning. He could barely help himself though, he felt like he was melting, being sucked out of his mouth along with the Butterbeer. Potter stole the last drop and licked slowly across Draco's lips, before releasing Draco's head long enough to grab his own bottle from the window ledge. He caught Draco's eyes as he slowly filled his own mouth letting the liquor trickle over his lip and into his mouth.
Draco licked his lips as he watched, silently cursing even as he did, he had always been bad at hiding his body's reactions. Then Potter's hand was back in his hair, pulling his head down and reminding him of the dream that had woken him that morning. He moaned as his lips met Potter's and let them fall open the moment Potter's tongue touched them, letting him pass the Butterbeer to him.
He clutched at the back of Potter's robes, rubbing his tongue back against Potter's, sweeping over his lip, then his teeth, back to twine together. To hell with it! Draco thought, I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't. May as well enjoy it while Potter wasn't being scary.
As Potter brought the bottle back again, Draco hesitantly let his mouth fall open before he could be ordered to. His head moved willingly as Potter's fingers tangled in his hair once more and pressed their lips back together. This time, though, Potter didn't pull back once he had taken the liquid, instead, he held Draco in place as his tongue twined with Draco's. The Butterbeer was tingling gently as Potter explored his mouth and tugged lightly at his hair, moving his head to Potter's desire.
Draco couldn't help the moan that escaped, Potter pulling his hair felt better than it had in his dream.
The Butterbeer disappeared and suddenly Draco was falling, pushed from Potter's lap. Eyes that had unknowingly closed, snapped open as he hit the floor.
"Oof!" the air was knocked from Draco's lungs at the sudden impact but a hand behind his head prevented it from hitting the floor.
The hand was connected to Potter. Potter, who was knelt over him, pinning one wrist to the floor beside his head. Potter, whose face had turned from blankly impassive to dark and intimidating with narrowed green eyes that seemed like they were trying to look through him to his very soul.
Draco felt like he was drowning as he stared into flashing green, it felt like endlessly falling, diving too fast on a broom and knowing there wouldn't be time to stop before you hit the ground. It felt like staring into the gaping maw of a Dementor's hood, like Fiendfyre lapping at your robes as you cling to someone who should have let you burn but saved you instead.
Draco's legs were forced apart as a knee was pushed between them and hips pressed down onto his own, tearing another moan from him. Potter's eyes flashed again and Draco couldn't look away, even as Potter ground down onto his hard dick.
Potter's lips quirked into a smirk as the hand under his head gripped his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat. Potter's tongue licked a slow trail from the collar of Draco's shirt over his shoulder and up to his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and nipping at the unexpectedly sensitive flesh as his hips took up a slow rhythm of grinding down on him.
"W-what are you doing, Potter?!"
"Whatever I want, right?"
Draco couldn't respond, he could feel Potter's hard length rubbing against his own, Potter's hot breath brushing over his ear and cheek, Potter's firm weight pinning him in place against the cold stone floor. Potter's mouth moved back to the wet trail it had left along Draco's throat and sunk his teeth in, just on the too painful side and Draco couldn't hear anything passed his own gasped breaths and the blood rushing in his ears.
His body stiffened and jerked as his orgasm was torn from him, unexpected and almost as painful as the bite and then Potter's tongue was back in his mouth, swallowing his moans and pulling at his hair. Potter pulled back and looked down at him, face unreadable as he watched Draco pant and fall back to reality. Then he was up and walking out.
"Don't get caught going back." Potter called as he left, voice floating back with a hint of a threat and dark amusement carried on the night air.
Draco lay frozen to the floor, feeling the chill creep through his robes as he fought back tears that threatened to overwhelm him, not even sure exactly why he wanted to cry. He felt wrung out and messed up, thoughts and emotions in turmoil.
This Potter was scary, arousing and completely unpredictable.
Four days passed by before Potter spoke to him again. Draco rarely saw Potter and when he did, the Gryffindor ignored him.
His nights were plagued with dreams torn between nightmares of the time his house had been invaded by the Dark Lord and scarily arousing dreams that prominently featured cold green eyes, biting teeth and hot breath.
His mornings were developing a new ritual of waking up gasping, tangled in mauled bedsheets, sweaty with eyes damp from tears, followed by too hot showers and guilty wanks where he pretended everything was fine.
He didn't see Potter at all until the end of the week and only during the evening meal over the weekend – where as per usual, Potter completely ignored him. Truthfully, being ignored was far preferable to being noticed by any of the other Houses, nothing good ever came from being noticed these days. Potter's absence was distracting, though, for several reasons. Potter had been vanishing regularly since the beginning of the year, Draco just hadn't cared enough to pay any attention but now... Now he spent more time thinking about Potter than he ever had before – which was quite an achievement considering his past exploits with and against Potter.
Where did Potter go? What did he do? Had he grown bored of Draco already? The first two questions were less important than the third but were much simpler to contemplate. The latter left him with too many contradictory feelings; embarrassment, anger, fear, relief... longing...
Draco didn't understand Potter anymore. Not the cold, almost cruel Potter who had threated to hit him, not the darkly amused Potter than had pressed him against the wall and pinned him to the floor and not the Potter who sat at the centre of Gryffindor table surrounded by his house mates, laughing and smiling while looking unbearably alone without his sidekicks who hadn't returned to school with him.
Green eyes met his across the Great Hall and for a moment everything seemed to fall still and silent before an elbow hit him in his ribs.
"What are you staring at?" Pansy hissed, pushing more vegetables onto his plate. "You've hardly eaten anything!"
"Nothing." Draco hissed back, looking back across the room but Potter was no longer looking at him.
He didn't remember the rest of his meal, he simply eat whatever Pansy put on his plate and kept his eyes focused on the table, memorising the grain of the wood and determinedly not thinking about Potter.
Draco hung back from the crush of students at the doors to the Hall, the press of so many bodies made him uncomfortable. It was times like these that he missed Greg and Vince the most but Vince was dead and Greg had left the country entirely.
"Meet me tonight." A cold voice whispered with hot breath against his ear and Draco yelped as he jumped. He spun around but only just managed to catch a glimpse of messy dark hair that moved easily through the after dinner crowd.
His cheeks heated as he felt himself respond to those three words and he had to clear his throat before he could get words out to distract Pansy from his cry of surprise.
Draco arrived before Potter and sat nervously playing with his packet of cigarettes, trying to work up the courage to light one.
What if it just give Potter more to use against me? What if he doesn't want to kiss me after..?
Draco scrubbed a hand through his hair and sternly told himself that he didn't care if Potter didn't want to kiss him. After all, it wasn't like he wanted to kiss Potter, right?
"Gah!" Draco yelped as the packet was plucked from his hands and he jumped. "Potter! W-when did you-?"
"Just." Potter smirked as he flipped the pack open and pulled a fag free. He placed it between his own lips, lit the tip with his wand and caught hold of Draco's chin as he took a drag. Emerald eyes flashed with devious mirth as he pulled the fag free and placed it between Draco's own lips. "You may as well smoke – I already know."
Draco watched as Potter pulled a second cigarette out of the packet and lit it. Rosy lips Draco now knew the taste of wrapped around the butt and took a long drag, inhaling the smoke and slowly releasing it.
Silence rested between them for a moment as they stood smoking side by side.
"What do you want from me?" Draco asked surprising himself, he hadn't meant to ask. Honestly, he was rather scared of the answer.
"What do you think?" Potter asked back, smirking with a raised eyebrow.
Draco's cheeks heated as he stared back at mesmerising green eyes and he couldn't help wondering if Potter would pull at his hair again. His dick hardened and twitched. It wasn't hard to get aroused when the Potter beside him wasn't the scary version but instead seemed more teasing.
"Like hell I know! That's why I'm asking!" Draco snapped and instantly regretted it as the teasing light in Potter's eyes faded and something dark took it's place.
"Drop your trousers." Potter ordered.
"W-what?!" Draco gaped. Where had that come from?
"Drop your trousers and get on your knees." Potter repeated cold and calm. "Or you can leave and I'll forget all about our little deal."
Draco bit his lip as he considered doing just that... but, where would that leave him? With Potter running straight to McGonagall and getting him expelled?
Potter was scary but Azkaban was worse. He'd only have to suffer Potter until the end of the year but he'd suffer in Azkaban for much, much longer.
There wasn't really anything to think about.
His hands shook as he stood up and tried to unfasten his trousers. His fingers slipped on the buttons before they finally found their way through the holes and his trousers dropped around his ankles. He was just starting to kneel down when Potter spoke again.
"Boxers too." He almost burnt himself with the cigarette as he tried to push them down and had to quickly put it between his lips to free up his hands. Potter smirked at him as he dropped down to his knees. "Already hard, Malfoy?"
Shame stained his cheeks but there wasn't anything he could say to refute that with the evidence glaringly obvious.
"Touch yourself." Potter ordered as he took a drag on his own cigarette.
"What?" Draco could barely tear his eyes away from Potter's lips, curling around the filter in a small pucker.
"Touch yourself." He said darkly, like he was unimpressed at having to repeat himself. "I want to watch you jerk off until you cum all over the floor."
Draco shuddered at the wash of arousal that swept over him, combining with the shame and doing nothing to lessen his erection. Hesitantly, he took himself in his hand. Mortification stained his cheeks as he ineptly stroked his hand up and down, unable to meet Potter's mocking, dark gaze.
"Do it properly." Potter growled as he leant forward to take the cigarette from between Draco's lips.
He'd forgotten it was even there.
He forced his eyes to close as he tried to stroke himself more naturally, trying to convince himself that he was alone in his bed. He just had to get this over with and Potter would let him go, right? Just like the other times, Potter would get what he wanted and leave.
His hand fell into a familiar rhythm.
"Look at me." Draco's eyes flew open and iridescent green scorched him as he looked up.
Potter leant forward again and grabbed a handful of Draco's hair as he looked down at him.
"Don't stop." He warned before his lips crashed down on Draco's.
A groan was torn from Draco's mouth as Potter pulled at the strands of his hair and his hand sped up without thought. It was only seconds later before Draco gasped into Potter's mouth as he reached completion and just as Potter had wanted, he came all over the floor.
Potter released his mouth and hair, his head drooped as he waited for the mocking words that were sure to follow. When nothing was said after several long moments, Draco hesitantly looked up. Potter was staring back at him like he was considering his words as something flickered behind his eyes.
Potter's crotch was right in front of Draco's face, he belated noticed. His trousers were tented but he hadn't moved to do anything about it. Was he going to make Draco do it? That was a... scarily arousing thought. A dream from a few nights back flashed brightly for a second, a dream spent doing just that.
It was also just plain scary. He had no idea how he was actually supposed to go about it or if he even wanted to have Potter's dick in his mouth.
Confused frustration built up in him as his mind shouted 'I'm not gay!' while his remembered dreams laughed knowingly at him.
He felt Potter's mind gently brush against his Occlumency shield and his eyes widened in surprise. He had no idea Potter knew Legilimency. Something flashed behind Potter's eyes again and Draco wondered if he was annoyed at not being able to read his mind.
The next moment, Potter grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him back onto his feet. He was spun around until his back hit the wall and Potter's mouth crashed onto his in a biting kiss that left no room to breath.
Then, without any warning – he spun around and left.
Draco gasped in lungful's of cold night air and wondered what had just happened.
To be continued...
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