A Little Tied Up – Part 5/?
Disclaimer: The characters totally belong to JK Rowling; I don't make any profit from this.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit adult content, wanking, sexting (magical style)
Harry pulled his invisibility cloak around himself as he quietly slipped through the corridors in the dim light of the early morning. He was fairly sure that Filch would be sleeping by now, but hoped that Draco would make it back to his house safely. He shivered from the chill and wished that he could have stayed wrapped around Draco for another couple of hours.
As Harry reached the Fat Lady's portrait she raised an eyebrow at him and looked disapproving.
"What time do you call this?" she sniffed disapprovingly. "Dirty little stop out! Come on then, password please."
"Treacle Tart," Harry replied with a sheepish grin.
The Fat Lady rolled her eyes. "You teenagers, you're all the same. I don't know why Dumbledore doesn't keep a tighter rein on you. Good then was she?" She leered at him knowingly.
"Yes, he was extremely good thank you!" he blushed and whipped through the portrait hole before she could quiz him further, hearing her delighted giggle as the portrait swung shut behind him.
Harry crept through the common room and up the stairs to the sixth year boy's dormitory. He charmed the door to muffle its usual creak and padded silently across the carpet to his bed. Harry was relieved to note that Ron was out for the count, snoring loudly as usual with his curtains ajar. He heard Seamus stir in the bed beyond but no one woke.
He breathed a sigh of relief, stripped down to his boxers and slid into his cold bed. He lay, imagining that he was still curled up with his Slytherin. The sheets gradually warmed around him and his breathing became slow and regular. Sleep claimed him and his dreams were full of silver eyes and pale silky skin.
XOXOXOX
Harry was awoken rudely by a pillow hitting his face at full speed.
"Ow!" He sat up, reaching for his glasses. "What the fuck brought that on?"
"Where the hell were you last night?" Ron's voice was accusing. "You sneaked off without a word to anyone,and Merlin knows what time you got back in. I had no idea where you were or whether you were OK."
"Um... Ron..." Harry quirked his eyebrows. "Mate, you sound exactly like your mother. Since when do I have to account for all my movements to you?"
"Oh sod off," Ron grumbled back. "I was just worried about you, that's all. Usually when you're off sneaking around at night you're out fighting evil or getting into some sort of scrape. What was I supposed to think?"
"Well I wasn't fighting the forces of darkness last night, and I'm fine so just leave it." Harry replied, his tone making it very clear that the conversation was over.
Ron looked at him suspiciously, but dropped the subject, realising that he wasn't going to get anything else out of his friend.
When he arrived in the hall for breakfast, Harry suddenly realised he was ravenously hungry. His appetite was back in force, probably helped by the exertions of the night before. He piled his plate until it rivalled Ron's and got stuck into the delicious contents immediately. As he ate, he kept half an eye on the doorway, waiting for Draco to appear. Soon enough the Slytherin contingent arrived and Harry allowed himself a quick glance at the blonde as he sauntered over to his usual seat, keeping his eyes carefully away from the Gryffindor table.
Harry concentrated on his food again, but he couldn't help occasionally casting his eyes over to study the object of his newfound affection. He suppressed a scowl as he noticed that Blaise Zabini was sitting next to Draco as usual. He seemed to be unnecessarily close in Harry's opinion, and was talking intently to Draco. Harry stiffened as he noticed the dark Slytherin touch the blonde's arm to emphasise a point he was making. Hands off you slimy fucker, he's mine. He gritted his teeth and took his sudden surge of jealous anger out on an innocent sausage, sawing it viciously in half.
XOXOXOX
Draco was getting frightfully bored of giving Blaise the brush off. Really the idiot couldn't take a hint. Much as it pained him, he was going to have to abandon his preferred subtlety and just tell him to back the fuck off.
At breakfast Blaise had sat far too close. Draco had bristled at the invasion of his personal space, irritated by the constant attempts to touch him during their conversation. On the walk back down to the Slytherin dungeons Blaise had stuck to him like glue, flanking him as he walked and trying to keep his attention as he wittered on about some potions homework crisis he was having.
As they entered the common room Draco finally ran out of patience, he wheeled round and rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Blaise, it's over. You and me – no longer happening," his voice was cold. "So please, do us both a favour and stop fucking shadowing me, it's getting boring."
A shocked hush fell over the common room and all eyes watched the two boys as they faced each other and glared.
Blaise's dark eyes flashed. "Don't flatter yourself." He drawled casually. "You were already losing your appeal anyway. I won't have any trouble replacing your scrawny, lily white arse." He faced Draco, eyes challenging. "But do satisfy my curiosity Draco, I'm intrigued to know who has captured your interest now. I heard you sneaking in this morning – you'd obviously been out all night, so who were you with?"
Draco forced his features to remain smooth and unruffled, annoyed at being caught out. He'd been so sure that no one had heard him. "That's none of your bloody business."
"Well whoever they are they must be making quite an impression on you. Staying the night is hardly your style is it Draco?" Blaise sounded amused. "You were usually more of a bugger them and bugger off sort of a chap if I recall. Now you've come over all Hufflepuff."
The tension between them was shattered by a cackle of amused laughter. Draco turned to see Pansy grinning in delight.
"Aww bless, Draco's in loooove," she crooned in a sickly sweet voice. "That's hilarious; I never thought I'd see the day."
"Shut up you horrible trollop!" Draco snapped. "I'm not in love with anyone," Merlin, I'm not, am I? "And who I'm shagging around with is my business, so you can all just sod off and keep out of it. I'm not telling you anything." He stuck his nose in the air and stormed off to the dormitory, needing to get away from them all.
"Maybe he's messing around with a Hufflepuff?" Pansy giggled as he stalked past. "That would explain his reluctance to tell us who the new flame is. We'll be watching you Draco; it's a matter of public interest!"
In the dormitory Draco threw himself on his bed, shutting and locking his curtains. Fucking nosey bastards, he fumed. He knew what his Slytherin housemates were like, Blaise and Pansy in particular. They wouldn't rest until they had found out his secret. He ground his teeth in irritation. The fuckers! He would hex their bits off if they ruined this thing he had with Harry.
As he breathed deep calming breaths and struggled to regain his usual cool, his mind turned back to Pansy's teasing. In love indeed, he huffed rolling his eyes. OK, this was different to anything he'd felt before, but it didn't mean he was in love, definitely not, not at all.
He liked Harry admittedly, he was surprised by how much he enjoyed his company. And obviously he fancied the pants off him... and it was true that he was already missing him now he was no longer in his presence. But not love. Love was for girls and Hufflepuffs –not Malfoys. He pursed his lips and shook his head for emphasis, as if to convince himself.
He reached for the slate in his trouser pocket and scribbled a quick message:
Hi, we need to be extra horrid to each other today. He smiled when a reply buzzed back almost immediately.
Um, OK... but why even more than usual?
Because my bastard housemates are on a mission to find out who my latest fling is and I want to make sure you're not on their list
OK, you be snarky and irritating then, and I promise to get riled up and yell at you
Draco's lips curved in an ironic smile. Sounds like a plan, just like usual then. Draco paused for a moment, and then wrote again: So do you miss me yet? It's going to be hard to work out a time to meet with bloody Blaise following me around
Yes I do miss you. Draco was gratified that the reply came with barely a pause. And we'll work something out. He swiftly dashed off his next message:
I'd better get ready or I'll be late for potions and then we'll miss our chance to trade insults before class starts, see you in the corridor?
Ha ha! True, see you later then Draco xx
Draco smiled at the casual kisses added on to Harry's last message, and shot back his final reply. OK xx
XOXOXOX
Draco made sure that he was waiting outside the potions classroom with plenty of time to spare before the lesson. Snape preferred the students to wait outside the door until it was time for the class to start. They tended to congregate with a few minutes to spare. Snape had little tolerance for tardiness, although he did tend to be more lenient with the Slytherins than the other houses.
Draco lounged casually against the cold stone wall, chatting idly to Pansy and ignoring Blaise who was glaring at him from the opposite side of the corridor. The Gryffindors arrived en masse a few minutes later. Draco's lips quirked and he felt a prickle of anticipation.
"Potter and cronies, how delightful," his voice dripped with sarcasm. "Really Potter, don't you own a hairbrush? You look as though you've been dragged through a hedge backwards as usual."
He smiled inwardly as Harry stopped and glared at him, green eyes flashing. Very convincing Harry, well done. He thought.
Harry managed to look at Draco as if he was something he'd scraped off the bottom of his shoe.
"Some of us have better things to do than spend the whole morning preening in front of a mirror you know."
"Yes, I suppose it must be hard to fit any personal grooming into your busy schedule of saving people and generally being a smug git." Draco drawled. As Harry moved to pass him and join the back of the line he stuck out his foot, deliberately tripping him. Sorry Harry, he thought as the dark boy went crashing to the floor with a surprised shout.
It suddenly went very quiet in the corridor, the other students watched in anticipation as Harry pushed himself up slowly.
He glared at Draco for a few seconds, his face was flushed and his eyes glittered. Then suddenly without warning, he launched himself at the Slytherin and grabbed him by the neck of his robes, pushing him against the wall. His eyes burned and Draco felt a moment of doubt. If Harry was acting he was certainly doing a good job. He wondered for a moment whether he might have overdone it a little. Oh well, too late now, he thought.
He twisted his lip into a sneer and brought his hands up to defend himself, shoving Harry forcefully backwards. Harry kept his grip tight on Malfoy's robes and they fell together onto the flagstones in an awkward sprawl. Draco found that he was straddling Harry hips, pinning him to the floor, his own hands now wrapped in Harry's robes. In shock he noticed that Harry's cock was hard under him; all the blood in Draco's body rushed south in response. His eyes locked onto Harry's heated gaze and he nearly forgot they had an audience, forgot that they were meant to hate each other and was about to attack Harry in a very different and far more pleasurable way. Fortunately for Draco he was saved in the nick of time from publicly outing them both, by the icy tones of the potions master.
"Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter." Snape practically spat their names in disgust. "I will not tolerate brawling outside my classroom. Twenty points from each of your houses, and I will see you both back here after dinner for detention this evening."
They shuffled into class, subdued by Snape's rage. Draco didn't dare meet Harry's eyes. He was worried that he had really pissed him off by earning them a detention. He wanted to apologise but it would have to wait. He took his seat and pressed the heel of his hand against his stubborn erection, willing it away. He wondered whether Harry was still hard too.
XOXOXOX
Harry kept his head down for the rest of the potions class. He didn't want to do anything else to annoy Snape who hated him quite enough already. He frowned in irritation. He knew that they were meant to be putting on an act, but a bit of sniping would have been enough. Now the silly git had landed them both in detention with Harry's most hated teacher.
He sighed. He had hoped to have the chance to spend his evening with Draco alone, doing rather more enjoyable things than those which Snape presumably had lined up for them. He wriggled in his seat, still uncomfortably aroused from their show in the corridor. Why the fuck was pretend fighting with Draco such a bloody turn on?
Harry got through the rest of the day without getting into any more trouble. He avoided catching Draco's eye at lunch, not wanting to risk any more fake confrontations for now. Once afternoon classes were over he went straight up to the dormitory. Finding it empty he didn't bother closing his curtains but sat back on his bed and pulled out his slate, hoping that Draco would be somewhere where he could reply.
So, detention with Snape. I think perhaps we were a bit too convincing. He paused, waiting to see if he would get an answer. Sure enough a few seconds later the slate vibrated in his hand and the green glowing slant of Draco's spiky handwriting appeared.
Er, yes. Sorry about that. Are you cross with me?
Harry snorted as he replied: Well a bit, you know how much I love spending time with Snape. And I bruised my knees when you tripped me, you git.
Did you bruise your arse when you pulled us both over?
Probably. Harry sent. Then continued: it was alright for you, you had a nice soft landing.
There was a pause, then more glowing words appeared making Harry's breath hitch.
Quite the contrary if I recall correctly, there wasn't much soft about you when I was sitting astride your hips.
Harry waited, not sure how to respond but then another message from Draco flashed up on the slate.
It made me hard too, and I'm hard again now just thinking about it.
Harry cock sprung to attention at the thought of Draco, somewhere, hard for him. He took a shaky breath and wrote: me too.
The reply flashed up immediately: Are you alone?
Yes, Harry sent back.
Good, because I want you to get your cock out for me.
Harry moaned aloud and put the slate down. He rushed to close his curtains and put up the usual locking and silencing charms that afforded the boys privacy in their shared bedroom. He sat back and made himself comfortable, opening his trousers and pulling out his painfully engorged prick. He stroked it a few times but then removed his hands to write a message.
It's out. Is yours? How can we do this though? I can't wank and write at the same time! He reached for his cock again as he waited for the reply, there was a short pause. Harry used the time to tug his cock and spread the wetness that was already leaking from the tip around with his thumb.
Maybe we should take turns? Came the reply. You can go first because I landed us in detention. Keep a hand on your cock and hold the slate so you can read it, I can cross out the words on my own slate when it's full so you only need one hand to hold it. I'm going to tell you exactly what I want you to do.
Harry bit his lip, impossibly turned on, and lay back making himself comfortable, waiting for his instructions.
I want you to stroke your cock slowly at first, not too fast, not too hard.
Harry complied, gritting his teeth with the effort to follow Draco's instructions and keep his movements slow and gentle.
Imagine that it's my hand on your cock, teasing you. Now dip down and fondle your balls. If I was there, Harry, I'd suck them into my mouth and caress them with my tongue, can you imagine how that would feel?
Harry gasped and felt more wetness seep from the head of his cock, as he stroked his testicles, rolling them gently in his fingers and cupping them in his hand.
Put your hand back on your cock and hold it tighter now, slide it up and down feeling your foreskin slipping back and forth over the head of your cock. Sweep your thumb over your slit, I bet it's wet and dripping now.
I want you to taste it Harry, my mouth is watering at the thought of you tasting your own wetness. My cock is so hard just writing this, thinking about what I want to do to you.
Harry whimpered, cock twitching as he brought his thumb up and sucked it into his mouth tasting the salty musk. He brought his hand back down and circled his thumb around the head, imagining Draco's tongue tracing the same path. He felt his balls tighten, he was close now. He gripped the slate in his other hand, watching as the last words faded and new ones appeared in their place.
I know you're close now Harry, move your hand faster. I bet you look beautiful, spread out for me. I love the way your eyes go dark when you're about to come, and you bite your lip, trying to control yourself but losing the fight.
Give into it now Harry, faster, harder. Come for me. It's so fucking hot seeing your spunk spill out of you. That time in the Charms classroom it tipped me over with you, just watching you come and feeling your arse clenching around my cock.
Harry cried incoherently and arched up, thrusting hard into his hand as the hot wetness spurted over his hand. His eyes closed and the slate slipped from his hand onto the bed as he stroked out the last drops of his release and collapsed back, sweaty and panting.
He let out a shuddery breath and reached for the slate and stylus again, and grinned as he saw the few words now showing there.
Well? Did that do the job?
Fuck yes! Harry scribbled in reply. That was fucking amazing. I'm all sticky now.
Well you can bloody well wait to clean yourself up because I'm set to explode. This is only going to take about a minute but I'd like to know that you're still thinking about me while I do it.
Harry was a bit relieved that Draco didn't seem to be expecting him to reciprocate the dirty slate writing. He was too blissed out from his own orgasm to attempt coherency and he wasn't sure that he had the Slytherin's skill with words. He idly stroked his softening cock, imagining the blonde wanking to thoughts of him somewhere else in the castle, and waited for the slate to buzz again. He didn't have to wait long.
Oh fuck yes!
Well Draco had been right in his estimation of about a minute, Harry grinned. That was quick, he replied. Am I allowed to clean up now?
I guess so, Draco wrote back. I'll ignore you at dinner and see you in detention then. Am I forgiven for that now?
Hmmm I'm not sure, Harry smirked as he scribbled his reply. I might have to hold it against you for a while yet if it gets me these sorts of perks. See you later then xx
Yes, later, bye for now xx
End of Part 5
