Title: A Little Tied Up – part 7/?
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: The characters totally belong to JK Rowling; I don't make any profit from this.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit adult content, mild bondage
Word count: around 4000 for this chapter
Summary: Harry and Draco continue their secret relationship, but Blaise wants answers.
Harry went to bed early, limp with exhaustion and satisfaction. Draco filled his dreams as usual and he woke feeling refreshed and filled with warm happiness.
Harry floated through the next few days in a haze of lust and excitement. It was difficult for him and Draco to spend any length of time together during the week without arousing suspicion, but they managed to fit a hurried liaison in somewhere at least once every day. The Room of Requirement was useful of course, but they also took advantage of empty classrooms, secluded parts of the school grounds and even the broom cupboard again – despite Draco's protests about spiders as Harry dragged him inside.
Between meetings, they struggled to maintain a facade of normality. Both were being watched with increasing suspicion by their friends. The Slytherins were desperate to discover who had captivated Draco Malfoy, and he was being pestered constantly by Pansy for information.
Harry's friends were also starting to suspect something. He could see the curiosity in their interested looks and thoughtful expressions. But they had respected his privacy so far, and hadn't asked him any direct questions.
The communication slates were proving incredibly useful, as they allowed the boys to arrange their meetings easily and secretly. They also used them for other purposes on several occasions. Draco in particular was a master at describing the filthy things he'd like to be doing to Harry, in great and glorious detail.
Harry would lie in bed at night; sliding his hand over his cock, reading the glowing words until he spilled his release over his hand with a strangled moan. He did try to reciprocate and was getting better at it, but writing about the things he wanted to do to Draco still made him blush, and worry that it would just make the other boy laugh. Draco didn't complain though, and assured Harry that it worked just fine.
The more time they spent together, the stronger Harry's feelings for Draco became. He wondered how he had ever hated the Slytherin. He supposed that Draco had always done an incredibly good job of hiding his better qualities before. Now he had allowed Harry to see behind the haughty Malfoy mask, Harry found himself enchanted by his surprising warmth and quick humour. The sarcasm was still there but when it wasn't being directed at Harry in a hurtful way; he found it a lot more appealing. As the week progressed Harry started to realise that he really cared about Draco, more than he would ever have thought possible.
XOXOXOX
On Friday afternoon, Harry was sitting on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room, trying to keep a lid on his excitement. He and Draco had arranged to meet that night in the Room of Requirement. After a week of snatched moments, they had decided to risk spending most of the night there, desperate for more time together. Harry was going to use his invisibility cloak again and Draco had planned to sneak out, leaving his curtains locked; in the hope that his dorm mates would assume he was having an early night.
Harry was practically quivering at the thought of spending the best part of the night with Draco. It had been far too long since they had been able to indulge in more than quick blow job or mutual wank. He wondered what Draco had in store for them later – it was his turn to prepare the room tonight.
"Mate," Ron's voice broke through his thoughts. "What the hell is that on your neck?"
Harry face flamed as he realised that his muggle T shirt was failing to cover the damage that Draco had done during their lunchtime assignation by the lake. Draco was a bugger for using his teeth and marking Harry – not that he was complaining, he liked it too, but was usually careful about hiding the evidence with a glamour.
Today he had obviously forgotten to check for marks when he changed from his school robes into his T shirt with the lower neckline. Now thanks to Ron and his big mouth the attention of several of his Gryffindor friends was focused on the ravaged skin of his neck.
His embarrassed silence was all the answer Ron needed, "Merlin, Harry. Whoever you're seeing she's got some teeth on her. Are you sure you're not dating a vampire?" he sniggered.
"Come on Harry," Seamus whined. "Tell us about her, we've been really patient but we want details." He nudged Harry in the ribs. "Seriously, you've been as happy as a dog with two dicks all week, she must be amazing... so who the hell is she?"
The expectant faces surrounding Harry made him feel trapped. He was terrible at lying, it didn't come naturally to him at all. He opened his mouth to take a breath and then closed it again, not knowing how to answer.
Hermione came to his rescue. "Leave poor Harry alone," her voice was sharp. "He obviously doesn't want to tell us, and I'm sure he has his reasons." She looked sternly at Seamus, who flinched a little under her glare. "I'm sure he'll tell us when he's ready, won't you Harry?"
Harry nodded, smiling gratefully at Hermione. He eyed the others uncomfortably, "I would like to be able to tell you, honestly," he muttered. "It's just... complicated... you know."
They looked disappointed but reluctantly dropped the subject.
XOXOXOX
Harry had agreed to meet Draco outside the Room of Requirement at ten. That would be late enough that both boys could feign an early night to try and avoid attracting unwanted attention. Although, Harry reflected, now his friends knew that he was seeing someone it didn't really matter so much. He was suddenly grateful to his Gryffindor housemates. Even though he knew they were burning with curiosity, at least he could trust them to respect his privacy.
Harry took himself up to the dormitory to get ready for his date. He kept on his muggle clothes, knowing that he probably wouldn't be wearing anything at all soon enough, that thought made him grin and feel a rush of arousal. He did what he could with his hair, but it resisted his best efforts and stuck up in all directions as usual. Although Draco liked to tease him about it, Harry had noticed that the Slytherin seemed to enjoy touching it and pulling on it in the throes of passion well enough, so he didn't worry about the state of it too much.
He shoved the Marauder's Map in his back pocket, along with his wand, and folded the thin material of his invisibility cloak into his other back pocket. He closed and locked his curtains just in case any member of staff should inspect the dormitories after curfew. As he passed through the common room several heads lifted to watch him pass. He lifted a hand and nodded at his friends awkwardly.
"I'm off out then," he said meeting Ron's eyes with an apologetic twist of his lips. "I'll probably be late."
"I won't wait up," Ron smirked back.
"Give her one for me, Harry," Seamus said with a dirty chuckle. Harry rolled his eyes and suppressed a snort of laughter, imagining Draco's appalled reaction to that particular comment.
As he climbed through the portrait hole the Fat Lady grinned at him suggestively and wiggled her eyebrows lewdly.
"Off to meet lover boy are we? Such naughty, naughty boys..." her voice was a little wistful, "have fun!" her high pitched giggles faded behind him as he hurried away.
Once he was away from the immediate vicinity of Gryffindor Tower, he stopped and put on his invisibility cloak. Although it wasn't yet past curfew, it was generally less hassle not to be seen wandering the corridors late in the evening. Harry pulled out the Marauder's Map as an extra precaution, so that he would be aware of anyone else who might be around that evening.
A quick glance showed him that Draco had left the Slytherin Dungeon and was moving swiftly through the castle in Harry's direction. Harry stiffened as he noticed another dot on the map. It was close behind Draco and seemed to be tracking him. The curled script on the map identified Draco's pursuer as Blaise Zabini. That figures, thought Harry, curling his fists in anger.
There was no time to lose. He had to intercept them before Draco got too close to the Room of Requirement. Harry was unsure whether Zabini even knew of its existence. Either way, he definitely didn't want him to see Draco enter it. Harry pulled out his communication slate and dashed off a quick message.
You're being followed, don't go to the ROR, go to the corridor by the HOM classroom instead, I have a plan.
Harry was already running in Draco's direction when he felt the slate buzz in his pocket. He smiled in relief, knowing that his message had been received.
Keeping one eye on the map, Harry raced through the castle, tracking Draco and Zabini's movements. Harry took a path that eventually meant that he ended up tailing Zabini, he moved as silently as he could, invisible under his cloak.
When he caught up with Zabini in a gloomy, quiet section of corridor near the History of Magic classroom, he hit him with a trip jinx. This was swiftly followed by a jelly legs jinx, rendering the Slytherin temporarily immobile. He chuckled as he ran past the dark boy flailing about the floor in an unsuccessful attempt to get back up.
Rounding the next corner he found Draco, wand drawn, looking about wildly for the source of the footsteps.
"It's OK... it's me," Harry muttered, pulling him under the cloak and wrapping it around both of them. "Zabini was following you but I've jinxed him, we've got time to get away as long as we're quick."
They ran awkwardly with their arms around each other until they reached the Room of Requirement, where they collapsed against the door – panting with exhaustion and laughing with the thrill of adrenaline that had been triggered by their near miss.
"Fucking Blaise," gasped Draco, "the bastard knows I'm seeing someone and he won't bloody leave it alone."
"Hurry Draco," Harry urged him, "let's get inside. Once we're in there we're safe."
"OK," Draco frowned and concentrated. He walked back and forth past the door a few times, then stopped. "That should do it I hope... I'm a bit distracted."
XOXOXOX
The heavy door creaked open and they slipped inside, pulling it shut behind them. Draco glanced around cautiously. He hadn't been able to formulate a very clear picture of what he wanted from the room, thanks to the drama caused by Zabini. At first glance it seemed fine. The layout was much the same as it had been when Harry had wished it into existence the first time they used it.
The colours were different however. Draco grinned as he took in the green silks hanging from the walls and the plush silver carpet. Slytherin to the core he thought, no point fighting it. The enchanted ceiling showed a canopy of beech trees. They were like the ones he had admired by the lake that day he realised, when he had compared them to the colour of Harry's eyes. The citrus green leaves shone in the soft light of the enchanted candles that floated around them.
Draco heard an indrawn breath beside him and turned to look at Harry. The Gryffindor's face was flushed and he was looking at the bed with a strange expression on his face. The huge four poster bed was in the same position as before, made up with white sheets again, but as Draco looked more closely he realised there was a small addition. Each bedpost had a large metal ring firmly bolted on to it, and from each ring trailed a long silky piece of fabric, the same silver and green colour as a Slytherin tie.
Draco cleared his throat and felt his face redden. Harry met his eyes and grinned wickedly.
"You've got plans then?" his green eyes danced with amusement.
"Honestly?" Draco replied with a shrug, "I hadn't thought. I just want to be alone with you. It's been so long since we've had time to be together properly, with time to talk as well as get each other off..." his voice trailed off as he stared back at the ties and rings and raised his eyebrows. "But apparently my subconscious has some rather more definite ideas."
Harry laughed and pulled him into his arms, kissing him with typical Gryffindor enthusiasm until Draco was flushed with heat.
"Well then," Harry's green eyes gleamed. "Let's get undressed and then you can decide who gets to be tied up tonight, it's your room after all."
They undressed hurriedly, peeling off and discarding clothing until they were standing naked facing each other.
Draco paused to admire Harry properly, feasting his eyes on his lover. His skin was golden in the candlelight, and his dark hair was already in even more disarray than usual. Draco ran his hands over the width of his chest, grazing the sensitive nipples, enjoying the sensation of the soft hair tickling his palms. Harry shivered and his nipples tightened under Draco's touch. Looking down, Draco ran one finger down the dark trail of hair leading down the centre of Harry's belly. When he reached the eager cock waiting there, he slid his fingers around it and squeezed, causing Harry to gasp and push into his hand.
Draco let go and took Harry's hand, leading him to the bed. They tumbled onto it in a tangle of limbs and kissed urgently, bodies sliding together. Harry moaned in protest when Draco broke away to stare at Harry intently.
"I want you to tie me up," Harry's eyes bloomed dark with excitement at Draco's words. "Like the first time. I want to be helpless... for you to do whatever you want to me." The memory of that day, the first time he felt Harry's touch, made his cock ache. He wanted that, wanted Harry in control of him again.
Harry nodded eagerly and his smile was devastating. "OK," he said, "lie back and get comfortable then."
Draco moved to lie spread-eagled on the bed. Harry carefully bound his wrists and ankles to the metal rings with the striped pieces of silk, tight enough that Draco could hardly move, but not enough to hurt his wrists or ankles. The Slytherin lay back, his cock stretched hard against his belly as he waited for Harry to touch him.
Harry circled the bed, admiring his lover from all angles. The hungry look in his eyes turned Draco on even more. He felt his cock twitch at Harry's perusal, leaking onto his stomach.
"So fucking beautiful," Harry murmured in awe, almost to himself. "I still can't believe you're mine."
Draco trembled at the rough desire in his voice. "All yours, Harry," he gasped. "Touch me, please."
Harry crawled onto the bed between Draco's splayed legs, and looked down at him. His green eyes were luminous in the dim light, a softer echo of the vivid green of the enchanted ceiling above them. He placed his hands on Draco's ankles and slowly drew his warm palms up Draco's legs. Draco tensed at the sensation. When Harry reached his knees he spread his hands outwards and stroked up to Draco's hips, then drew them back down to his knees. He repeated this movement, each time his thumbs came tantalisingly close to Draco's groin, but slid up and away to his hipbones, teasing unbearably, causing Draco to gasp and twist in his bonds.
Harry looked up at him through his eyelashes and smirked. He crawled slowly backwards, until his head was level with Draco's knees. He proceeded to kiss, lick and nibble his way up, alternating between both thighs until Draco was moaning and thrusting upwards, craving Harry's touch on his cock. He felt the delicious warmth of Harry's breath on the sensitive skin of his balls, but Harry avoided them, moving up to suck and nuzzle on the soft skin covering his hipbones.
Harry crawled further up, being sure to still avoid any contact with Draco's cock. He kissed his way up the smooth skin of Draco's chest. His mouth was warm and wet and left a tingling trail of pleasure in its wake. Draco arched up into the touch of Harry's tongue on his nipples, feeling them harden as the Gryffindor licked and sucked. Harry finally reached his lips and Draco opened his mouth and sighed into the kiss. He slid his tongue eagerly against Harry's and nipped at his lips, moaning into his mouth. One gentle hand cupped Draco's jaw and slid up to smooth his hair back where it had fallen into his eyes.
Harry pulled back gently and their eyes met. There was such intensity and longing there that Draco felt overwhelmed with emotion. He wanted to speak, to tell Harry how he felt, but he couldn't find the words and his throat felt tight.
He felt a strange relief when Harry moved again and broke the tension. Draco watched as the dark head dipped back down his body towards his painfully erect cock, fucking finally. Harry buried his face in the blonde curls and breathed deeply, then ran the tip of his nose up the underside. Draco strained at the bonds restraining him and hissed in frustration. When Harry rubbed his cheek against his shaft Draco let out a shamelessly needy whimper, as the slight stubble teased his oversensitive flesh.
Harry chuckled, "I can't believe you aren't begging yet," his eyes were wicked, "and don't give me that, Malfoy's don't beg shit, because we both know that they do."
Draco tried to glare at him, but couldn't help his lips twitching in amusement. This gave way to frustration as Harry nosed up the underside of his cock again, hot breath teasing the head.
"Oh fucking hell!" he finally cried. "You win, now please..." his voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Please Harry... please suck my cock."
"All you had to do is ask," Harry smirked. "I fucking love it when you say please."
He licked his lips making Draco moan again, then lowered his mouth and sucked the Slytherin's cock into the wet warmth of his mouth in one swift movement. Draco clenched his fists and fought the urge to come as he felt Harry's tongue and mouth move around him, his cock nudging the back of Harry's throat. Just when he thought he had lost the battle, Harry withdrew and left him, gasping and twitching and cursing loudly, just teetering off the point of orgasm.
"Hush," Harry said softly, "it will be worth waiting for." He murmured a wandless spell and Draco felt the tingle of magic and squirmed as a slick finger circled his entrance. Harry's finger curled inside him, sending ripples of sensation outwards. He added another and worked Draco open quickly, adding a third finger as the blonde groaned and clenched around him.
"Please... please Harry," his voice broke in his throat, "need your cock now... can't wait..." He briefly wondered through the agonising haze of want, if it was possible to die from lack of orgasm.
Harry's fingers pulled out leaving him aching, desperate to be filled. Draco bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, as the hot heat of Harry's cock finally pressed at his entrance. Harry slid in quickly and Draco bucked his hips up to meet his thrust, the burning sensation of being filled so deeply bringing him even closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry hissed. "You're so tight... feels so fucking good." He set a slow, careful rhythm that made Draco grind his hips, wanting more, harder... deeper... please, Harry... more.
Harry muttered something under his breath. Draco felt the thrill of wandless magic again, and realised that the bonds had dropped away from his ankles. Harry pushed Draco's thighs upwards, tilting his pelvis. The new angle caused his cock to brush over Draco's prostate with each slide and push of Harry's hips, until Draco was moaning incoherently, his body gleaming with sweat.
"I want to make you come just from this," Harry breathed. His eyes burned into Draco's, hot and desperate, "without me touching your cock, I want you to come just from me fucking you."
It was the words as much as the sensations that pushed Draco over the edge. Harry dipped his head, his breath hot on Draco's neck. One hand clutched painfully at his hair as he whispered. Come for me. Draco arched helplessly, crying Harry's name, his body taut as white heat erupted through him and his cock throbbed and spilled his release between their slick bodies. He was dimly aware of Harry tensing above him as his rhythm faltered, and he joined Draco, as they spiralled over the edge together.
They lay in sticky, sweaty contentment for a while. Harry eventually seemed to notice that Draco's arms were still tied and released them. Draco wrapped them around him and pulled him close, tucking Harry's head into his shoulder and breathing in the scent of his hair.
They didn't sleep much that night. They both wanted to enjoy their time together and spent most of the night talking and touching, until mutual arousal led to more lazy, languid love-making.
Later, as Draco pushed into Harry's slick warmth, he felt as if he was losing himself in his lover, being swallowed up by his green eyes and the tight heat of his body. He held Harry's hands above his dark head, pressing them into the bed as their fingers entwined. And when they came together, murmuring each other's names, they were still gazing into each other's eyes.
Afterwards Draco buried his face into the sweet, hot skin of Harry's neck and wished that they could spend every night together.
When the dawn approached they reluctantly dragged on their clothes, gloomy at the thought of their impending separation.
"Take this," Harry pressed the invisibility cloak into Draco's hands.
Draco was astonished, "Harry... I can't. It belonged to your father, it's too precious..."
"Your need is greater," Harry insisted. "Nobody will be stalking me to try and catch me out, like your so-called friends," he frowned. "If it will make it easier for you to meet me, then I want you to borrow it. I trust you to look after it."
Draco felt a lump in his throat, overwhelmed by a rush of emotion.
"I need to be able to keep seeing you, Draco," Harry said simply, "and this will help."
Draco didn't know what to say, so he just nodded and pulled Harry against him, crushing their lips together in a needy kiss.
They slipped cautiously out of the Room of Requirement and went their separate ways. As Draco slipped silently along the dark corridors, protected by Harry's invisibility cloak, he suddenly came to a realisation that made him stop and laugh aloud in a strange mix of irony and joy. I hate it when Pansy's right. He grinned ruefully to himself, and wondered when exactly he had fallen in love with Harry Potter.
End of Part 7
