Lucius and Draco were in a state of wonder after going to the movies, they had no idea muggle entertainment would be so very amusing.

When they finally got back to the manor it was almost midnight, so they decided that they would call it a night.

"Goodnight, Father. Potter."

Lucius glared at his son. "Draconis, stop calling Harry, Potter. Every time you do you'll get a swat. Understood?"

Draco wanted to argue but decided against it. "Yes, Father."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Dragon."

Harry and Lucius watched him walk down the hall and out of sight. Deciding it was quite late, they decided to go to sleep as well.

In The Morning

Draco woke up and stretched. He sat up and as soon as his butt hit the mattress he was reminded of all of yesterdays events. He jumped up and out of bed as he was still sore.

He groaned at the thought that he had to call Potter by his first name now. He shook his head. Maybe Potter will accept me not calling him Harry. My father obviously won't, but perhaps Potter will... Yet he has been calling me Draco instead of Malfoy. He shook his head. Only one way to find out.

He walked into the dining room getting an unwelcome shock at what he saw. There was Potter sitting alone at the table. His father was no where to be seen. Maybe he didn't see me yet. Maybe I can just turn around and forgo breakfast today. But it was just his luck that Potter did indeed see him, and he even called him to the table.

"Where's father?"

"He's not here. He had to go to an important meeting and won't be back 'til later tonight."

Draco groaned again. Wonderful, a full day alone with Potter.

Harry looked at him with a slight amused smile on his face. "Come now, Draco, it won't be that bad."

"If you say so, Potter."

Harry frowned at that. "Draco, your father has asked you to call me Harry. I expect you to do so as well. His statement about you being swatted every time you call me Potter still stands with me as well. I merely won't this time as I'm positive you just weren't sure if I wanted you to do so as well. Understand?"

Draco now frowned. "Yes."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Yes what?"

Draco smiled cheekily at him. "Yes, I understand."

"Draco, I do not wish to spank you again, but I will if you continue this attitude."

Draco grunted. "Yeah yeah. Whatever, Potter."

Harry growled and stood up making Draco back up in fear. Just as Draco was making a break for it, Harry grabbed his wrist and yanked him to the sitting room.

Draco looked at where they were going in fear. "I I apologize for my rudeness, and for not doing as asked. It was impolite and disrespectful, and I promise to never do it again."

Harry sat down. "I'm sure, Draco. However, I remember you saying something similar last time. Therefore i'm still going to do this, as I feel like you need it."

Draco whined quietly in dread, he was still a little sore from the last spanking he had received yesterday.

"Lie over my lap, Draco."

Draco's eyes widened slightly. Lie myself over his lap? Myself? Hell no.

Harry kept looking at Draco expectantly. "Harry, I can't." Hopefully if I call him by his first name it'll undo this whole mess. Yeah, right.

Harry smiled, having listened to his thoughts. He had learned how to do it by himself. Apparently he was a natural at Legilimency.

"You can, and you will. Nice try though."

Draco growled in frustration. "But, Harry, I'm still sore from yesterday. Maybe we can forget it? Just this once?"

Harry shook his head, "I suppose you should've thought of being sore before you started this attitude of yours today. Now, lie over my lap before I have to help you, and Draco, trust me, you do not want me to help you."

Draco bit his lip contemplating what he should do. On one hand he was a bit worried about Harry "helping" him. However, on the other hand he couldn't just willingly lie himself over his lap, that would be humiliating, even more so than if Harry pulled him there himself.

Harry sighed in resignation, "Alright, Draco. If you insist." He yanked on Draco's wrist, and pulled him over his lap.

It was when Draco felt Harry start to pull down his pants did he really start protesting.

"No! You're not taking off my fucking pants, Potter! I won't allow it!"

Harry yanked down Draco's pants and underwear in one sweep. "Draconis, did you really curse at me just now?"

Draco realized the large mistake he just made. "Harry, I'm sorry. I- I was just shocked, please, don't tell father."

Harry sighed. "What happens here is just between you and me, Draco. Your father won't hear about any of this at all."

Draco relaxed slightly at that, well, as much as he could lying over Harry Potter's lap; however, he gasped as he felt the first swat rain down on his rear end.

"While I won't be telling your father, Draco. I will be washing your mouth out after we're done here, as neither me nor your father tolerate cursing. Am I understood?"

Draco nodded but yelped right after as a harsh swat landed on his thigh. "A verbal answer please."

"Yes, Ah! I under- understand."

Harry continued on in silence until the pain grew from a slight sting to nearly unbearable, which didn't take too long as he was still quite sore. He whimpered quietly and starting squirming.

"Why SWAT are SWAT you SWAT receiving SWAT this SWAT spanking?"

Draco yelped pathetically. "Because Ah! I- I Ow! I was disrespectful Ouch! Please stop! I c- cussed at you."

"You are correct. Now, just seventeen more with the slipper and we'll be done."

Draco's eyes widened. "No, Harry! Please! I won't do it again!" He started to softly cry at the end of his plead.

Harry shook his head. "No can do, Draco. If you had done as you're told in the first place this would be the end of it. Accio slipper." The slipper flew from whatever room it was in straight into his hands.

Draco buried his head in his hands, crying softly. Harry sighed quietly but raised the slipper nonetheless and brought it down with a deafening SMACK making Draco yelp loudly. By the time the last of the seventeen swats Draco was limp over Harry's lap, sobbing heavily.

Harry rubbed his back comfortingly trying to calm his frantic crying. "It's alright, Draco. It's all over now."

Soon Draco's crying turned into soft sniffles and then he realized what a fool he had made of himself. Great, now Potter probably thinks I'm a big baby. He quickly got up and off his lap and pulled up his pants, making sure not to look him in the eye.

Harry shook his head. "There's no reason to be ashamed, Draco. Everyone cries during a spanking."

Draco blushed bright red, making Harry sigh for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Well, let's get this over with, shall we?"

Draco's eyes widened. "What? I thought we were done?"

Harry smiled slightly in amusement. "Remember what I said the punishment would be for your cursing?"

Realization slowly dawned on Draco. He sighed. "I remember now. Go ahead. Cast the spell."

Harry looked at Draco in confusion. "Huh?"

Now, it was Draco's turn to be confused. "The spell. You know, the spell for what you said you were going to do?"

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Oh. Your father used Scourgify. Didn't he?"

"Well, yes he did. Isn't that what you meant?"

Harry chuckled. Pure bloods. Of course course they would use magical means. "I prefer the muggle means."

Draco looked at Harry confused then sneered. "Of course you do."

Harry nodded his head towards where the bathroom was. "Shall we?"

Draco sighed tiredly. "I fail to see what choice I have. So, why not?"

Harry grabbed Draco's arm gently and pulled him into the bathroom. Once there, he closed the toilet lid and said, "Sit."

Draco sat gently trying not to hurt his poor backside too awful much, but the toilet seat was quite hard. He watched Harry pull out a new, unopened bar of soap from under the counter and get it all wet.

Harry turned back around to face him. "Open up, Draco."

Draco looked at Harry then at the bar of soap and then back again. Harry sighed. "Draco, I wouldn't suggest being disobedient at this moment."

Draco looked at Harry pleadingly. "Harry-"

Harry shook his head. "No, Draco. You're not getting out of this. Now, open your mouth."

Draco whimpered quietly but did as Harry said and opened his mouth just enough to let Harry push the soap in.

Once Harry got the soap in he proceeded to rub it all over Draco's mouth. Lathering every bit of his mouth including his tongue, roof of the mouth, cheeks, and gums.

Draco was in pure agony. It's so much worse this way! The lather seemed to grow and grow and Draco couldn't help nor stop his gagging.

Harry pulled the soap out. "You may rinse now."

Draco could've sworn he had never heard more relieving words in his entire life. He rinsed and rinsed but no matter what, he couldn't get the taste out of his mouth.

"That's enough, Draco. You are not going to get the taste out of your mouth. " He turned off the faucet and pulled Draco out into the living room.

"Now, I know this has been difficult, but we are going to have to get along if this is ever going to work."

Draco sighed but nodded. "I guess you're right, Pot- uh Harry."

"Nice save. Anyways, what ya wanna do today?"

Draco looked at Harry like he was crazy. Harry shrugged at him. "What? If we're gonna be stuck by ourselves all day, we might as well have some fun."

Draco continued to stare at him like he grew another head. "Have some fun?"

Harry snorted. "Yeah, fun. You do know how to have fun, don't you?"

Draco glared at him heatedly. "Of course I know how to have fun."

Harry raised his eyebrow at him. ''Then why are you having such problems with the concept of it?"

Draco gaped at him for a minute. "Mortal enemies, remember? Not exactly accustomed to having fun with my rival."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I am not your rival anymore, Draco. I'm bonded to your father, therefore, we are now family."

Draco cringed slightly at that. What a horrifying thought.

Harry smirked. He obviously didn't enjoy that thought very much, but he is going to have to get used to it. "So, fun. How about going for a fly? A little game of quidditch?"

Draco smirked. "Game of seekers?"

Harry nodded. "Of course."

They grinned at each other and shot outside with their brooms in hand. Harry stopped right outside the quidditch field and his mouth dropped open. "You have you're own field?"

Draco snorted. "Yes, and now you do too."

Harry looked at him and he smiled. "Then let's get up in the air."