The next day Harry woke up late in the morning to Ron's yelling.

"Come on, mate" the red hair boy said "You've already missed breakfast, I'm not gonna let you miss Hogsmeade."

Harry lifted himself enough to sit and reached for his glasses, which were lying on the night stand.

"Right, I almost forgot."

"Just hurry up, I want to get something from Honeydukes."

"Sure" he replied "A butterbeer in Three Broomsticks afterwards?"

"Yup" Ron grinned at him and Harry eventually got up and disappeared in the bathroom.

After he came back, they went downstairs, where they were supposed to meet Hermione, and five minutes later all three of them left the castle. The trip to Honeydukes took more time that Harry had expected; Ron apparently wanted to stock up for next two months. Once they finished there, they met Seamus, Neville and Dean, and went to Three Broomsticks.

They found a perfect table that would fit all of them and instantly made their way towards it. Harry volunteered to go and order their beers, so he left the group and approached the counter, giving a small smile to Madame Rosmerta.

While waiting for the beers, Harry turned around and let himself scan the room. He nodded as he noticed Ravenclaw quidditch captain with his girlfriend, gave a small wave at Ginny and her two dorm mates, and then his eyes stopped at familiar figure with blond hair.

His heart jumped in his throat, especially when Malfoy caught his eye and stared back at him with this stupid smirk. Harry instantly felt his cheeks reddening so he quickly turned back to the counter, where his beers were already waiting. He grabbed the glasses and walked back to his friends.

He glanced one more time at Malfoy and regretted it the same second as his head was filled with the images of the Slytherin licking his cum off his belly and pushing his wicked tongue down his belly button. Harry felt his trousers getting tight and he shifted uncomfortably.

"Are you ok, Harry?"

He lifted his gaze at Hermione and nodded "Yeah, sure."

He decided to ignore the urge to look to the side again and to focus on spending great time with his friends.

And he did. They spent hours talking, laughing and playing Exploding Snap, from time to time going for another round of beers, until it was dark outside.

But at some point he broke. It's just one glance, after all, he thought. He just wanted to see if he was still there.

He turned his head a bit and looked at the spot where he had seen Malfoy. The blond was still there. And he was looking at Harry too. Harry blushed, embarrassed, to which Malfoy responded with a smirk. Slowly, the Slytherin got up from his chair and put on his scarf. Then he quirked his eyebrow at Harry in a suggestive way and turned to the exit.

Harry gaped after him with his mouth slightly open. Did Malfoy want him to…do something? Here? In Hogsmeade, full of other students?

The thought made his cock twitch a bit in his trousers and he cursed himself in his mind. It was the stupidest idea.

Yet he rose from his chair and reached for his scarf, putting it around his neck.

"Sorry guys, I, um, I remembered I was supposed to go somewhere" he mumbled "Don't know how much it's going to take."

"What do you mean 'go somewhere'? You didn't say anything."

"Well, um, I know but I just remembered I need to get something" he said.

"Like what?"

Like Malfoy's cum, he thought.

Merlin, was he really that desperate?! He loathed himself.

"Like, um, some more sweets from Honeydukes?"

"Seriously, Harry?"

"We spent there half of the day!"

"I know, I know, I just remembered, sorry" he said.

"Well, I've had enough of this place for next two weeks" Hermione sighed

"Yeah, I'm staying too" Ron muttered.

Harry let out a sigh of relief "Sure guys, I've got it. See you later" he threw over his shoulder and hurried out of the bar.

He hated lying to his friends but he couldn't help it. They wouldn't understand. He didn't understand.

Once outside, Harry looked around but didn't see Malfoy anywhere. It was already dark but the street lights were everywhere so it wasn't particularly difficult to see things or people passing by.

He slowly moved forward, with every step looking at his sides in search of the familiar figure. For a brief second he considered calling out for Malfoy but quickly abandoned this idea as it would get him unnecessary attention and probably questions of why on Merlin's beard Harry Potter was wandering around Hogsmeade, looking for Draco Malfoy.

He was passing a small alley to his right that led to the back of the Hog's Head and a movement of caught his eye. He immediately stopped and saw Malfoy standing down the passage, leaning against the wall.

His heart skipped a bit, but he quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching and turned into the alley. Slowly, he approached the Slytherin and stopped a few steps in front of him.

"Came to see me, Potter?" he asked amused.

"Well…you told me to, right?" Harry muttered, hesitating if he misinterpreted Malfoy's glare.

"And do your friends know where you're off to?" Malfoy teased.

Harry shrugged "I told them I needed to get something."

"Lied to your precious friends?"

Harry shivered at the powerful tone in Mafoy's voice "Shut up. I didn't have much choice."

Malfoy smirked and stepped closer "Don't you know, Potter, that lying is a very naughty thing to do?" he murmured, getting even closer, making Harry hit the wall with his back.

"I-I'm…-"

"What do you think, Potter?" he lowered his voice "Because I think that you should be punished."

Harry's breath caught up in his chest.

"W-what?" he asked stunned, his eyes wide open "What do you mean? Again?"

"Yes. Again" Malfoy said "Face the wall and put your hands flat on it."

Harry gulped, but, hearing Malfoy's serious tone, he slowly turned around, lifting his arms and putting them on the cold stone.

"Why...why do you always have to…to do this?" Harry hissed, his face going red.

"Because I can" the blond answered, bringing his hands to Harry's waist "Besides, I haven't spanked you outside yet" he murmured.

"Wha-…And what about the Astronomy tower?"

"Oh" Malfoy chuckled "I meant outside the castle. Where someone can actually see you."

Harry groaned at his words and Malfoy's smirk widened.

"So you really do have a kink for being seen, huh?" the Slytherin purred into his ear "Who would have thought, Harry Potter, a little naughty brat."

Harry bit down on his lip when Malfoy opened his fly and undid the button. Half a second later swift fingers grabbed the hem of his trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear to his mid-thigh. Harry felt cold breeze on his bare bottom.

"There it is" he heard the silky voice behind him and instantly flushed.

He didn't have much time to think of how embarrassed he was though, because a moment later the first smack came with a loud sound.

"Ahh!" he hissed, clenching his butt cheeks.

"Oh, I suggest you keep it quiet, Potter" Malfoy smirked "Otherwise people might hear your little screams and come to see you being spanked hard against the wall. Is that what you want?" he purred.

Harry didn't trust his voice to answer with words so he simply shook his head.

"Then quiet" the Slytherin ordered "There's gonna be ten of them and I want you to count every single one, loud enough for me to hear. No talking apart from that. Understood?"

Harry quickly nodded his head.

A second later fell the first spank.

"One" Harry gasped, slight burn spreading across his right cheek.

Then Malfoy smacked him again, twice as hard.

"Ah!" a small whimper escaped his mouth "Two."

Another smacks landed on his naked bottom, turning it bright red, but he counted each of them. By the eighth he was writhing against the wall.

"E-eight!" he choked out, tears forming in his eyes.

Next spank was especially hard and Harry's breaking point.

"Aghh!" he cried out "Malfoy, p-please!"

"Count" came the response in a commanding voice.

"P-please!" he must have sounded desperate, but it didn't matter, his butt was hurting so much.

"I said count" Malfoy replied, giving Harry a punitive smack.

"Oww! N-nine!" he sobbed.

The last time was the worst one. It made him choke on his breath and sob violently.

"T-ten" he panted, his voice trembling.

Just when Harry thought it was over, Malfoy attacked his sore bottom with a series of sharp, hard smacks that echoed in the alley.

"Ohh M-Malfoy, please, please" his breath became erratic and his sobbing intensified.

A couple more sharp smacks came and Malfoy finally stopped, taking his hand back.

Harry continued to sob, his forehead resting against the wall, his whole body trembling from crying.

After a long moment he felt hands on his arms that made him turn around and face Malfoy. The blond was watching him intensely.

"Y-you said ten!" Harry choked out, his voice shaking.

"That was for not listening" the blond stated simply.

Harry looked at him with reproach and sniffled. He felt Malfoy's hands encircle his hips and land on his bare arse. He let out a whimper when the Slytherin squeezed both of his butt cheeks and then started to stroke them tenderly. Harry took in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Malfoy raised a corner of his mouth at his reaction and leaned forward.

"You can cry as much as you want, but we both know you like to be spanked" he purred.

Harry glared at him "N-no, I don't!"

Malfoy only smirked and pressed his body against him. Only then did Harry realize that he was hard. His own eyes widened in shock.

"I think you do" said Malfoy, a bit amused. Harry, on the other hand, didn't find it funny at all. More like confusing and scary.

"But it hurts…it hurts so much" he whispered.

"Oh, I know" Malfoy replied "Maybe you like the feeling that you're at my mercy. That you can squirm and scream and I will not stop unless I want to" he murmured quietly into Harry's ear "Does that make you hard, Potter?"

Harry groaned in response, the combination of Malfoy's hot breath on his ear and the words he was saying driving him crazy.

"There you go" Malfoy smirked.

The blond pushed Harry deeper into the wall and started to gently move to the sides, making Harry's sore bum stroke against the rough surface of the building's wall.

Harry let out a small whine.

"Malfoy, s-stop" he panted "Please, stop."

That earned him a dark chuckle from the other boy "Oh, I will. I will just when I decide I'm done."

Harry moaned in desperation, but knew there was nothing he could do. Malfoy was in total control and he could just stand there and take whatever treatment the Slytherin was giving him. He couldn't run from the pain as Malfoy was forcibly moving his aching buttocks against the coarse wall, waves of pain mixing with pleasure from listening to his deep voice.

"Yes, just like that" the blond hummed "Good boy. Just take it. Take it all."

Harry was trying to stay quiet, but he couldn't stop those tiny noises from escaping his mouth. Malfoy continued to torment him for several long moments, before he finally released Harry's hips and moved one of his hands to palm Harry's erection.

Harry threw his head back, groaning loudly at the friction.

"Want to come?" Malfoy asked teasingly.

"Yes…" he panted out, his face going Gryffindor red "Please."

The blond smirked and tightened his fingers around Harry's prick.

"So wet" he murmured approvingly as he gathered the pre-come from the head, and then started to pump the length up and down.

Harry moaned as soon as he felt the movement on his cock. He closed his eyes shut and started to push his hips forward into the heat of Malfoy's fist.

"You like that?" the Slytherin purred into his ear.

"Yeah" Harry groaned "So good…"

Malfoy chuckled lowly and after a moment of keeping a steady pace, he sped up his movements. Harry instantly drew in a sharp breath and clenched his hands on Malfoy's shoulders.

"Oh gods" he panted "Oh fuck, Malfoy."

"That's it, say my name."

"Malfoy" Harry groaned and felt the heat pooling in his lower belly "Oh god, I'm gonna…I-…I'm gonna come, Malfoy" he managed in short breathy noises.

Malfoy just picked up the pace, stroking him fast and hard, and after a couple more strokes Harry shuddered uncontrollably and came all over Malfoy's hand that continued stroking him through his orgasm.

When he came down from his high, he opened his eyes to see the blond lifting his hand to lick a long stripe of cum from his hand. Harry moaned loudly at the action.

Malfoy looked at him and after a second gave him a dirty smirk. The boy brought his hand to Harry's mouth and Harry observed the cum covered fingers for a brief moment.

He looked up into Malfoy's grey eyes and hesitantly parted his lips, taking the digits into his hot mouth. He tasted himself on Malfoy's fingers and the mixture was so good and so exciting that he groaned around the fingers, making Malfoy shiver. He licked eagerly and sucked on them lightly, until Malfoy withdrew them with a little pant.

"So lewd" the blond murmured, his eyes filled with lust.

Harry let out a tiny breathy noise but didn't say anything. They watched each other for a long moment.

"Do you…do you want me to…you know" Harry flushed furiously trying to express what he meant, gesticulating with his hands.

Malfoy quirked his eyebrow at him "I took care of that, Potter" he said in an amused voice.

Harry automatically looked down to the other's crotch and saw that his fly was open.

"Oh" he mumbled, getting even more red "When did you…um, clean up?"

"When you were calming down after that fantastic orgasm I gave you" he answered, grinning with satisfaction.

Merlin, Harry thought. He was actually starting to sweat from all the heat that came to his face.

Malfoy smirked under his nose "Wanted to taste my cum, Potter?" Harry didn't answer, just looked away "Maybe next time" a whisper send shivers down the Gryffindor's spine "Now, talking about mess" he nodded at Harry's lower parts and the boy looked down. His cum was slowly trickling between his thighs, down to his trousers. Bloody hell. "Did you like walking back to your room with your pants dirty? Or do you want the cleaning spell this time?"

"I-…um, it was a bit uncomfortable" he mumbled, his cheeks on fire.

"I'm not asking if you were comfortable."

Harry nodded his head "I-I guess I liked it" he whispered, wanting desperately to hide his face in his hands. Or really wherever.

"Good" Malfoy replied, looking rather content "Get dressed then" he ordered.

Harry reached down to his mid-thighs and put his pants and then trousers on. He zipped the fly and straightened his jumper, trying to make his look as casual as possible. He shifted slightly at the feeling of something wet between his legs and he blushed. It was so sticky.

He was a bloody pervert, wasn't he?

He looked up and caught Malfoy's intense gaze. The blond glanced at Harry's crotch and back to his face with the tiniest smirk.

"Yeah?" he asked.

Harry's ears got red and he nodded shyly "Yeah" he said.

Malfoy hummed in satisfaction and took a step back, freeing Harry from his trap between himself and the cold wall. Harry gave him a wary look.

"See you around, Potter" Malfoy said, sending him a predatory smile, and he turned around, walking out of the alley.

Harry was watching him go and once the boy disappeared around the corner of the building, Harry leaned back against the wall, letting his head rest on it and taking a few deep breaths.

Fuck, he did it again. He let Malfoy touch him, to bloody jerk him off. It was so wrong, so completely out of place. They had been hating each other for so many years and now he was so easily complying to pretty much everything. And he was so loathing himself for this.

But Malfoy made him come. And it felt so bloody good. His hands felt so good. Just at the thought of it he knew he couldn't refuse. Well, maybe it wasn't that wrong after all? It was just the two of them helping each other out, right? A blow job here, a hand job there, all casual. Well, okay, maybe it was more like Malfoy was in charge and Harry was his bitch.

When he thought about it, he never refused Malfoy, not since the night in detention with Snape when…well, when it had started. It's not like he couldn't defend himself; he was pretty good at DADA and knew more spells than an average student of his year, mostly thanks to Hermione. And yet he not once said no. But why? He hated being treated as if he was inferior to anyone, especially to bloody Malfoy.

But whenever Malfoy changed his voice to that low murmur and threw Harry this predatory glare, Harry felt so…enchanted. To do whatever Malfoy asked. To please him, to make him praise Harry, to see his cock that reminded him he was not as big as the Slytherin and made him feel submissive and vulnerable. And his cum. Merlin, he loved it. He would rather die that admit it aloud but fuck he loved his cum. He thought he could get addicted to it. So good.

Yeah, maybe it wasn't so wrong after all.

Harry eventually pushed himself off the wall and made his way back to Three Broomsticks. Just as he was opening the door, from the inside came out Ron.

"Blimey, Harry! I didn't see you, sorry, mate."

"That's okay" he said, stepping aside and letting Ron exit the bar. Behind him was Hermione and Neville.

"Harry!" the girl called out "What took you so long?"

"Um, I'm sorry guys, couldn't really rush the things" well, that was true, wasn't it.

"Uh, didn't you say you were going to get some sweets from Honeydukes?" Neville asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Shite. He completely forgot about bloody sweets!

"Yeah, err, I just didn't make it in time" he mumbled "When I got there, they were already closing."

Ron gave him a funny look "So what took you so long if they were closed?"

Shit. Shit!

"Um, well, I tried to convince the shop assistant to let me in for five minutes, but he just started yelling at me and well, we kind of started to argue about this and then I got a bit angry and had to walk it off" he said quickly, hoping they wouldn't question his idiotic explanation.

"Merlin, Harry" Hermione looked at him a bit shocked.

"Seriously, mate, if you wanted sweets I can share some of mine" Ron said, quirking his eyebrow "No need to get narked for something like that."

"Yeah, I know" he mumbled, letting out a sigh of relief that they believed him.

"I mean, next trip to Hogsmeade is in a week, so I'm pretty sure you'll survive."

"Yeah, you're right. Sorry I made you wait guys."

"Don't worry, Harry" said Neville "Let's get back."

Everyone nodded in agreement and they slowly made their way back to the castle. Harry tried very hard not to think about how sticky his pants felt and that every step made him remember what he did with Malfoy in that dark alley.