Title: A Little Tied Up part 6/?
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: The characters totally belong to JK Rowling; I don't make any profit from this.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: very explicit adult content in this chapter, including rimming.
Word count: around 4400 for this chapter
Summary: Harry and Draco are in detention with Snape, but Snape has things to do elsewhere so he leaves them to get on with it. Hmm. What could possibly happen while he's away?

Harry had tried very hard not to think about the looming prospect of detention with Snape, Detention with Draco and Snape, he corrected himself. The thought of spending two hours in close proximity to Draco, but under the watchful eye of the head of Slytherin House brought him out in a confusing combination of hot flushes and chills.

Part of him was craving Draco's presence, just being close to him and having an excuse to look at him sounded appealing. But Snape wasn't exactly stupid and Harry was terrified that one of them would slip up and give themselves away.

He picked at his dinner gloomily, only half-listening to the conversations going on around him. He was aware of Draco's presence at the Slytherin table, but hadn't risked more than a quick glance at him as he entered at the start of the meal.

"You alright mate?" Ron asked sympathetically. "Rough luck getting detention, especially as that slimy bastard started it. If it was any other teacher I'd have argued the toss, but you know Snape would never listen to us Gryffindors."

"It's OK," Harry smiled his thanks. "Malfoy tripped me, but I lost my temper as usual. I shouldn't let him get to me."

"I think it's unfair too," Seamus cut in through a mouthful of carrots. "Snape always favours the Slytherins, I'm surprised Malfoy got detention at all actually, Snape usually treats him as if the sun shines out of his arse."

"Well he was straddling Harry in the middle of the corridor when Snape arrived," Hermione cut in with a disapproving frown. "He could hardly ignore that!"

Harry flushed uncomfortably at her use of the word straddling, his body responding immediately to the memory of that contact. Oh Merlin's bloody bollocks, why on earth did Draco have to land them both in detention? If they still had their evening free they could have snuck back to the Room of Requirement, or found another secluded spot to be together. Hogwarts wasn't exactly short of places for secret assignations. But now, thanks to Draco's over-zealous attempts to throw everyone off the scent, they would be spending the evening together with Snape of all people.

He returned briefly to Gryffindor Tower after dinner to retrieve his robes. The potions classroom in the dungeons could be chilly at night. Also as Harry seemed to spend ninety percent of his time with a hard on in Draco's presence, the loose fitting robes seemed like a sensible precaution to avoid embarrassment.

As he passed his housemates on his way through the common room Ron called out to him.

"Good luck mate, rather you than me!" His tone was sympathetic.

"Yes, and behave Harry for goodness sake." Hermione added. "Don't let Malfoy wind you up and earn you any more detentions, just keep you head down and get through it."

Harry waved and sighed heavily as he ducked to climb through the portrait hole, this evening was going to be a bundle of laughs.

XOXOXOX

When he reached the dark corridor outside Snape's classroom it was deserted. Harry had thought it would be better to err on the side of caution and be early, rather than risk being late and irritating Snape further. As he leaned against the wall to wait, he shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders against the chill that always lingered in the underground sections of Hogwarts.

A few minutes later he heard light footsteps approaching from the direction of Slytherin House. He pulled himself upright, preparing himself to face Snape's habitual malice and then sagged in relief when he saw that it was just Draco arriving alone. Draco's face broke into a smile when he saw him, and Harry felt the corners of his mouth lift in response, despite his anxieties about the evening ahead.

Draco kept walking and Harry's heart fluttered as the Slytherin stopped, so close that their toes were touching, then put his hand up to the back of Harry's neck and leaned in for a kiss. Harry reluctantly moved his head to the side to dodge it and put his hands on Draco's chest in protest rather than surrender.

"Are you mad?" he hissed. "Snape will be along any minute!"

"It's OK," Draco murmured soothingly, sliding his hand round to Harry's jaw and pulling his chin back round to where he wanted it. "I know he's a few minutes behind me, just one kiss. We'll hear him coming anyway."

Harry was unable to resist the persuasive tone and the insistent hand on his hip pulling him close. He sighed and allowed Draco's lips to touch his own and enjoyed the quick hot slide of tongue and delicious suction on his lower lip. Harry felt heat rush to his groin and he groaned, partly with lust but also with the realisation that he was totally fucked. Just as he had feared, he was now going to spend the next two hours with an erection and no chance to do anything about it. He kissed Draco back furiously, the knowledge that Snape would be along any minute making his skin prickle with delicious tension.

They pulled apart panting, pupils dilated. At that moment they heard echoing footsteps around the corner, getting louder as they approached.

"Hold that thought," grinned Draco as he smoothed his hair back to its usual tidy state, restoring the damage that Harry's hands as done as they'd clutched it during the kiss. "Gods I want you," he added huskily, making Harry's pulse spike and his cheeks flush hot. Draco moved swiftly away to stand innocently on the opposite side of the corridor. As Snape rounded the corner Harry hurriedly faked a coughing fit to cover his confusion and explain his red face.

Snape stopped between them and glared at them both, although he seemed to reserve an extra curl of his lip and flare of his nostrils for Harry.

"Enter," his nasal voice set Harry's teeth on edge. As he moved to open the door and shuffle inside, he was hyper aware of Draco on his heels, close enough to touch him.

They stopped inside the classroom and waited nervously for instructions as Snape closed the door behind them. Harry hoped they wouldn't have to write lines. He had a particular hatred for line writing as it always made his hand ache. He tried not to smirk, as it suddenly occurred to him that he needed all the strength in his dominant hand that he could get at the moment. If he wasn't using it on Draco he was using it on himself at any opportunity. It seemed that the more sex you were getting the hornier you got. He'd been wanking exponentially more often than usual since his first encounter with Draco in the Quidditch showers. He was pulled out of his musings as Snape started to speak.

"This lot should keep you busy," his lips curved in an unpleasant smirk as he indicated a large pile of cauldrons, containing a disgusting brown looking residue. "My first year class had an unfortunate problem while brewing this particular batch of boil-cure potion. I think I must have had a batch of horned slugs that had been stored incorrectly. As you can see the resulting potion was far too thick and sticky to be of any use. The first years did their best but didn't have time to finish cleaning the cauldrons before the end of the lesson." He folded his arms and glared at them again. "I expect these to be spotless by the end of this detention, if you don't get them finished you can come back and continue tomorrow night."

Harry concentrated on keeping his expression neutral. He refused to give Snape the satisfaction of seeing his annoyance. Draco beside him remained silent too.

Snape continued. "Much as I would love to stay and watch you at this enjoyable task, I fear I have other duties to attend to this evening." His dark eyes pinned them both with a penetrating stare. "You will remain here for the duration of the detention. You will get the job done, and there will be no brawling. I will place a warning charm on the door that will alert me if anyone attempts to leave the room."

Harry swallowed, unable to believe their luck. Snape wasn't staying! It was all he could do to suppress the huge grin of glee that wanted to spread across his face.

"If you run out of cauldrons to clean, you will stay here, in each other's company until the allotted time has passed," his lip curled back to show long yellowish teeth. "That should be punishment enough, knowing how much you enjoy spending time together." His voice held grim amusement as he turned and swept out, his black cloak billowing behind him.

As the door closed behind him, Harry let out the breath he had been holding in a delighted whoosh that turned into a giggle.

"Well, Snape clearly doesn't suspect a thing then!" he said, grinning.

"Apparently not," Draco's tone was amused. "We still have the little problem of these cauldrons though, which might cramp our style somewhat."

"That's true," Harry's face fell a bit, "I'd forgotten that part what with all the excitement of being left on our own for two hours. I suppose we ought to get those done before..." he trailed off, a little embarrassed at his presumptuousness.

"It's OK Harry," Draco chuckled. "And sadly I think you're right. If we get distracted, we'll never get the cauldrons done and I definitely don't want to be back here tomorrow."

"I'm actually a bit of a whizz with cleaning charms," Harry said, looking thoughtfully at the cauldrons. "Molly Weasley has taught me some great tricks for getting the stuff off the bottom of cooking pans. All her old pans tend to stick so she's an expert. I bet they'll work on these which should save us some time."

"What are you waiting for then?" Draco beamed at him. "Show me what to do!"

The boys made swift work of the messy pile. Molly's scouring and polishing charms worked a treat, along with a little elbow grease. Not much more than an hour had passed before there was a pile of spotless cauldrons stacked neatly in the potions store. As they returned to the classroom after carrying the last ones through, they stopped and turned to face each other. The air thickened with tension and Harry suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"Well, here we are then," said Harry nervously and rather unnecessarily, his eyes flicking up to meet predatory silver grey.

"Mmmm, here we are indeed." Draco's voice was smooth, like silk slipping over skin.

His lips curved into a seductive smile and his eyes narrowed. The knowing look on the Slytherin's face went straight to Harry's cock and he felt his face flush, surprised there was any blood left to be diverted to his cheeks. Draco seemed to be in dominant mode today, he thought with a thrill of anticipation. Harry honestly didn't know which version of his lover he preferred, both were pretty bloody wonderful.

He waited, his breath coming fast already, as the Slytherin drew his wand and flicked it at the door, casting a locking spell.

"Just in case," he said. "It won't interfere with Snape's warning charm, but I'll make sure I'm finished with you before he comes back."

Draco moved towards him slowly, his eyes sweeping over Harry, taking him in. Harry was expecting him to move in for a kiss and was surprised when this didn't happen. Instead he felt hands unclasp his robes and push them off his shoulders so they fell to the floor in a dark pool at his feet. Harry waited, unsure what was required of him.

He watched as Draco slid off his own robes and then moved his pale hands to tug at Harry's tie, loosening it and sliding his fingers down to unfasten shirt buttons, one at a time. His face was intent, eyes lowered, watching the progress of his fingers and examining Harry's chest as it was gradually revealed to him. Harry admired the dark sweep of his lashes and the shadows beneath his sharp cheekbones.

Harry's breathing quickened as Draco slipped his tie over his head, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He saw a smile of approval curl on Draco's lips as he studied Harry.

"So beautiful," he hummed, sliding his hands down from Harry's shoulders across the planes of his chest. Harry bit his lip to suppress the urge to hiss as Draco's fingertips grazed his sensitive nipples. Draco's warm hands slid round to the small of his back as he stepped closer and finally pulled Harry in so that their lips touched. He kissed Harry thoroughly until he moaned into Draco's mouth and pushed his hips forwards, seeking friction for his painful erection.

"Patience Harry," Draco moved backwards as Harry huffed in frustration. "I'm going to take care of you Harry, but I don't want to rush. Do you trust me?" the silver of his eyes glowed in the gloomy light of the classroom, and he smiled as Harry nodded his assent.

Draco took Harry's hand and led him to Snape's enormous desk at the front of the classroom. It was made of dark varnished wood. It had several drawers, and the top of the desk was completely uncluttered, the shiny surface gleaming. Draco pushed Harry back until he was standing leaning against it.

Harry gasped aloud as Draco dropped to his knees at Harry's feet, but then whimpered in disappointment as the blonde lowered his head and focused on undoing Harry's shoes and removing them, along with his socks. He moved his hands up and unfastened Harry's trousers carefully, deliberately brushing the heel of his hand over the ridge of Harry's cock which twitched at the movement. The trousers slid down to Harry's ankles. Draco helped him step out of them and pushed them aside.

Harry looked down at the blonde still kneeling at his feet. He was ridiculously aroused and Draco had barely even touched him yet. He was studying the bulge in Harry's Gryffindor-red boxers. Harry squirmed at the intensity of his stare, and watched as a damp spot bloomed and spread where the head of his cock was pushed against the fabric. He heard Draco's suck in a sharp breath in response, and when he looked up at Harry his eyes were black with longing.

The Slytherin lifted the waistband of Harry's boxers over his straining erection and slid them gently down, removing them from around his feet. He ran his hands up the inside of Harry's legs evoking a hiss as he skimmed past his balls, just grazing them with his fingertips. Draco bent his head and kissed his way up one thigh, his hair tickling Harry's weeping cock as his tongue slid up the smooth skin inside Harry's hipbone. He paused and Harry held his breath, desperate and hoping. But Draco just moved in fractionally, buried his nose in Harry's dark curls and inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in pleasure. Harry moaned aloud, his cock twitching helplessly, and grabbed the edge of Snape's desk in a fierce grip, resisting the urge to grab the blonde head and push into Draco's mouth.

"Very good Harry," Draco crooned. "I know how much you want my mouth on your cock, but tempting though it is I have other plans for you tonight." He got gracefully to his feet and turned Harry around. Harry felt hands running across his shoulders and down his back. He shivered at the delicious caress and hummed his appreciation as the hands reached his hips and slid down to squeeze the cheeks of his arse.

"Gods, you have such a fucking gorgeous arse Harry," Draco said approvingly. "I was always worried that someone would notice me ogling it in the quidditch showers. And now it's mine to play with."

Harry moaned in response and pushed back into Draco's hands as they ran lightly over the curves of his buttocks. Fingers trailed gently along the underside towards his crack. Harry unconsciously shifted his feet apart and tilted his pelvis forward, offering himself to Draco wordlessly.

Draco chuckled in delight. "So eager... I love how needy you are... so desperate for my touch," he paused. "I want you up on the desk, so I can see you better." Draco's voice was a little husky now, a tell-tale sign of just how affected he was.

Harry froze for a moment at the thought of displaying himself so blatantly to Draco, who was still fully clothed. But his desire overcame his trepidation and his Gryffindor courage came to the fore. He scrambled awkwardly up onto Snape's desk, the hard wood uncomfortable on his bony knees but then Draco's hands were on his arse again, stroking softly, and he forgot about anything other than his lover's touch.

"Fucking hell Harry," Draco moaned, his fingers digging into Harry's hips. "If you could see how you look right now. I could almost come just seeing you spread out like this, waiting."

Draco's hands were back on the cheeks of his arse, stroking insistently now. Harry let his head fall forwards. He could see his cock jutting out beneath him, the head dark red where his foreskin was pulling back. A drip of pre-come had escaped from the tip and dropped onto to Snape's desk, still linked to the tip of his cock by a thin strand. Harry nearly burst into hysterical laughter. He was never going to be able to sit in the potions classroom again without this image popping into his head.

His attention snapped entirely back to Draco, as he felt warm breath teasing his balls and the delicate tip of a tongue lapping at them. Harry let out a shuddering breath and then cried out in amazement as Draco pushed his cheeks apart and licked a warm, wet path up from Harry's bollocks to his arsehole.

Harry clenched his fingers painfully around the sides of Snape's desk and let out a keening sound that sounded barely human as he felt the wet heat of Draco's tongue circle his sensitive hole, as his hands continued caressing the flesh of his arse, thumbs brushing Harry's testicles with each stroke.

"Fucking hell... Draco..." he cried brokenly, pushing back to meet the questing tongue.

The shock and incredible delight of this most intimate act made Harry's balls tighten impossibly, and another pulse of wetness seeped from his cock to add to the stickiness already on the desk. He was dimly aware of one hand being removed from his arse and heard the clink of a belt buckle and the metallic noise of a zip. Then the sound of flesh moving on flesh, and Draco's harsh breathing made his cock throb even harder, as he realised that Draco was working his own cock while his tongue probed Harry's entrance.

Harry arched his back and panted, incoherent sounds of pleasure falling from his lips as that hot, insistent tongue pushed deeper, thrusting into him with surprising strength. Harry felt his legs begin to shake, painfully close to orgasm but needing more.

"Merlin... I'm so close. Please... please touch my cock," he begged. "I need you to touch me... no more waiting... Please Draco."

He felt Draco hum in pleasure, the vibration teasing Harry's sensitive flesh. That, along with the blessed sensation of a warm hand wrapping around his cock was enough to trigger the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced. It ripped through him like an earthquake, forcing a harsh cry from his lips as he threw his head back and pumped his cock into Draco's hand. His hot release painted the dark wood of Snape's desk with pale streaks and he collapsed onto his forearms, his head dropping to rest on them.

He barely had time to catch a breath before he was pulled backwards by firm hands, and made to support his weight on his shaky legs.

"Please, Harry... I need to be inside you," Draco gasped. "Is that OK? I won't take long!"

Harry held on to the desk, bracing himself and spreading his legs willingly as he felt the blunt head of Draco's cock at his entrance. He grunted as Draco thrust inside, there was a slight sting but Draco's tongue had loosened him, and Harry welcomed the stretch and burn of Draco's cock sliding into him. He needed it too. He needed to feel Draco come undone – he needed to know that he had that power to make the Slytherin lose control, just as he had just done. He pushed back helping Draco to fill him completely.

"It's OK, I'm fine," he reassured him. "Fuck me, Draco... fuck me hard... I want it too."

Draco gripped Harry's hips painfully tight and thrust hard. Harry arched, holding tight to the desk as Draco slammed into him at a furious pace. Harry struggled to hold himself up against the force of the Slytherin's movements, his cock was still half hard and sensitive and he hissed as it was pressed into the edge of the desk with every push of Draco's cock in his arse.

"Fuck! Harry... oh fuck, yes!"

Draco's fingers were bruising and Harry felt his cock pulse deep inside him and the wetness changed the sensation, removing some of the friction for the last few thrusts. Harry fell forwards again, now truly unable to support his weight any longer. He stretched his arms out on the desk and allowed his sweaty cheek to slide against the cool varnished surface as his breathing slowed. Draco drooped over him, his body hot against Harry's back even through his shirt. His breath warmed the nape of Harry's neck, while one hand gently toyed with his damp nest of hair.

Harry finally felt Draco pull away from him. He sighed at the loss and pushed himself up, turning, still wobbly on his legs.

"I forgot you still have all your clothes on," Harry blinked, suddenly feeling very exposed. Draco's shirt was rumpled but still fully buttoned and even his green and silver tie was in place. His trousers hung open though, and Harry felt a pulse of warmth at the sight of his softening cock, shiny wet with his release.

Draco grinned as he tucked himself back into his green silk boxers and did up his zip. "You look good naked Harry, it suits you." Nevertheless, seeing Harry's discomfort he leaned down and passed him his boxers.

"We'd better get you dressed quickly anyway – don't want to risk Snape catching us like this." He chuckled as Harry gasped in horror at the thought, and then turned to look at the state of the potion master's desk. "I'll clean that up. You get your clothes back on."

With a deft swish of his wand, and a muttered cleaning charm Snape's desk was restored to its former pristine state.

When Harry was fully dressed again, Draco cancelled the locking spell he had placed on the door. A tempus charm showed that they had about ten minutes before Snape would return to dismiss them.

Harry threw himself into a chair exhausted, and smiled as Draco climbed into his lap and wound his hands into Harry's hair. His mouth was hot and his tongue gentle as he probed Harry's mouth and nibbled on his lower lip.

"So... what did you think then? I take it no one has ever done that to you before?" He drew back and looked at Harry with a self-satisfied smirk."

"Draco, before you I had barely done more than snog anyone." Harry felt his cheeks redden, surprised by his own honesty, "and that? That was seriously fucking amazing."

Draco beamed at him, Harry grinned back, still entranced by the novelty of seeing that type of expression on the sharp features that he was more used to seeing twisted into derision and scorn. How the fuck did we end up here? He thought to himself as he pulled his Slytherin in for another snog while they still had time for it.

"So when can we meet up next?" Draco said, after they had separated again. "I don't think tonight is a good idea. My housemates are desperate to catch me out, so I think I should stay put tonight."

"OK," Harry agreed, disappointed, but realising that Draco was probably right. Plus a full night's sleep sounded quite appealing, if he was completely honest with himself. He was wrung out with exhaustion.

"How about after school tomorrow?" Draco said. "I'm sure I can slip off for a couple of hours before dinner without anyone getting suspicious. Will you meet me at the Room of Requirement again?"

"Yes, that should be fine," Harry nodded, placing a last kiss on Draco's lips before reluctantly pushing him off. "Now shift your arse before Snape finds you in my lap and we end up in detention for the rest of the year."

Their timing was perfect. Draco moved to sit a few chairs away from Harry, and within a couple of minutes they heard footsteps approaching. They glanced at each other and grinned, then looked away and rearranged their features into carefully calculated, sulky boredom as Snape threw the door open and inspected them both with narrowed eyes.

Harry sat like a statue, meeting Snape's dark gaze. Must not think about my spunk on his desk, must NOT think about my spunk on his desk. Well that was obviously a total failure he realised, hoping that Snape would see no need to use his considerable skills of legilimency on Harry at that precise moment.

Snape sniffed, then stalked to the cupboard and examined the pristine stacks of cauldrons. He turned back to face them.

"Well, I see you've finished," he snapped with obvious displeasure on his face. "That will be all then gentlemen."

Harry didn't dare glance back at Draco as he hurried to get away from Snape's suspicious glare. He fled back to Gryffindor, his arse tingling as a reminder of the most fun he'd ever had in detention.

End of Part 6