Word Count: 2220

Rating: Cautious M

Warnings: M/M Pairing, dirty teen parties, a bit of unappreciated bondage on Harry's part...Draco seems to like it well enough though.

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Summery: Everyone has remarked on Harry's peculiar habit of drawing strange situations to himself, this latest strange situation has left him tied up and vulnerable waiting for a virgin devouring Dragon to sink his teeth into.

Dragon's Sacrifice

by Starflower-Gem

If there was one thing Harry hated about the wizarding world was the party games. Sure they had the same basic aspects as the muggle ones, but they were always a bit on the extreme side of things.

What are the basics you ask? Well, if you have no idea what Harry was bemoaning about then you really have no business attending these games anyway and I'd have to ask you to kindly remove yourself...or I could just tell you and carry on with the game. The basics for any good party game always revolve around sex and drinking, yes? Well, of course they do, what did you think a bunch of randy teenagers would do when they gather all in one place? Play pin the tail on the donkey?

No.

Any normal teenager would be giving into peer pressure and settling into a circle made up of other hormonal/horny teens to play ridiculously irresponsible and indecent games; all the while drinking liquids that not only taste nasty but are extremely bad for your health and illegal.

Harry had always wished he was normal before, but now here he was, trussed up like a turkey for Christmas dinner and tied to a pole in the middle of the great hall at midnight, dearly wishing he'd decided to be the goody-goody that Hermione had tried to convince him of being, and gone to bed on time.

Well, he was certainly regretting his decision now, now wasn't he? And he didn't even have a hangover yet!

Harry glowered out at the masses of grinning idiots that surrounded him, focusing on his ex-best friend the most. The traitor just grinned, as if the whole thing was a joke, "Oh, don't give me that look Harry," The redhead giggled (he was obviously an obnoxious drunk) "It's your own fault."

"Yeah!" Seamus yelled into Harry's ear, causing Harry to flinch away and stare at him with wide wary green eyes, "If you'd only let me at your sumptuous rump just once you wouldn't be in that position and you'd be cheering like the rest of us."

Harry hoped the Irishman could read his unimpressed look because they'd already gagged him so he wasn't able to speak.

Seamus was still next to his ear, practically hanging off Harry's shoulder as he copped a feel of Harry's said 'sumptuous rump' "Well, you won't be having that problem anymore come morning now will you?"

All the boys surrounding Harry laughed uproariously at that, and Harry could feel his face flush with utter shame and embarrassment.

This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening. It was just a dream...just a horrid nasty dream.

The sound of footsteps on stone stairs caught the party's attention and the boy's turned their heads towards the sound.

It was coming from the pit in front of Harry, the dark angry pit Harry had come to associate with greasy bats, stale potions, and bloody annoying Snakes.

Oh, and let's not forget..."Well, there's your dragon now, Harry. We'd best be going, got a party to finish and all."

Ron pounded a fist on Harry's shoulder in a sign of comradary Harry was far from feeling...he shot the redhead another look of loathing...before focusing back on the approaching Slytherin.

Yes, that's right. The game Harry had foolishly agreed to play this evening involved the Slytherin's. In Harry's defense, he'd never heard of the game 'Dragon's Sacrifice' before and hadn't known just what he was getting himself into. It had been agreed upon beforehand that Slytherin would be supplying the Dragon, and Gryffindor would provide the Sacrifice.

No one had bothered to explain to Harry that the dragon would be the most experienced (sexually) person in the upper years, or that the Sacrifice was the opposing house's least 'experienced' person.

It was just Harry's luck that out of all the boy's and girl's to chose from, most everyone had experimented passed the point of mistletoe kisses that didn't even involve tongue.

Harry was never talking to Ron again, the traitor. And he was also never drinking again. Or partying again...or playing stupid Wizarding games (sans Quidditch) again. In fact, if Harry got out of this alive, and with his innocence in tact, he was going to become a hermit...or, better yet: a monk.

Monk's were like nuns right? They had to take a vow of chastity or some such rubbish? Because that was exactly what Harry was doing. Or going to do.

A movement within the shadows of the Slytherin Staircase caught Harry's attention and his eyes locked on the darkness in front of him. He strained to see anything, but it was no good, the blackness of the pit was too complete for a mere human like him to pierce.

A stray shaft of light glinted off something in the darkness and Harry held his breath as a form slowly bled out of the shadows and slid into the light of the hall.

Harry's breath caught in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut as his head fell back to thunk heavily against the column he'd been tied to. Oh, fate was cruel. And ironic. And utterly painful.

Why else would Draco Malfoy, Harry's walking wet-dream and reoccurring wanking fantasy, be the Slytherin Dragon?

Oh, but it made a sick sort of sense. Harry was far from ignorant of Malfoy's playboy ways. He'd followed the gossip surrounding his blond rival like the good little fan boy he was. Stalking his object of affection from afar and wishing for just one night of the larger boy's attention.

It looked like all his dreams just might come true, but this was definitely not how he'd imagined it happening.

Draco had to admit he had never been overly fond of party games. He usually found them droll and predictable. But, as the self-proclaimed prince of Slytherin it was his duty to keep up appearances and play a round or two of the current favorites.

He had not known tonight's game of choice would be Dragon Sacrifice. There was a reason he never played the game, and a good reason at that. But once he'd been named the Dragon there was no backing out. Not without losing face.

He'd just have to find a way around actually claiming the sacrifice or he'd be dealing with more than just a hangover come morning and Draco really had no interest in that type of consequence at this point in his life.

There was still so much he wanted to do, so much he wanted to see...namely Potter spread out and moaning shamelessly beneath him. He couldn't do that if he went about claiming a Sacrifice now.

So, he'd release whatever poor sucker the Gryffindors had roped into being tonight's victim and send them off to bed like a good little virgin and...

Draco's line of thought trailed off as he caught sight of just what kind of treat those lovely Gryffindor boy's had left him.

Draco stepped forward, eyes glued on the lithe form tied, bow backed, against the pole they had erected in the center of the great hall. He slowly walked around the figure, eyes raking over every inch of flesh revealed to him (which wasn't much considering the boy was still clad in his school robes). But Draco's imagination was quick to supply him with images...very x rated images at that.

Oh yes, this was nice, he decided as he paused to stare at the press of fabric displaying a very fine arse that Draco had been admiring for a very long while now.

And at long last it was all his.

A pleased rumble escaped Draco as he swallowed heavily. Turns out he wouldn't mind those consequences after all.

The sound must have surprised Harry for he jerked sharply in his bonds before going deadly still.

Draco continued his slow walk around his prey, licking his lips and forcing himself to keep his hands to himself...for the moment at least.

Draco at last came to a stop in front of the other boy, taking in the position of utter submission the boy was displaying, head thrown back, eyes shut as he bared his neck to the Dragon's greedy gaze.

Perrrrfect.

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Draco purred into the silence, the boy stirred at the sound of his name. Green eyes slitted open to stare through coyly lowered eyelashes at the dangerous wizard standing before him.

"You do get yourself into the most interesting predicaments, don't you?" Harry could say nothing in response, but that was fine, Draco wasn't quite ready to release the gag; it was playing all sorts of delightful fantasies out for him and so he found himself reluctant to give it up just yet. Besides, Harry had a tendency to talk back and Draco wasn't really in the mood for that at the moment.

That wasn't to say he didn't want to hear Harry moaning and screaming his name, because he did, and he would be getting to that shortly, but first...there were a few things he would need to clear up for Harry.

Like the consequences they would be looking forward to after tonight.

Draco reached out and let one long finger trace Harry's plump bottom lip for a moment before stepped forward and pressing into Harry's space without actually touching the boy. His hand moved into Harry's messy black locks and tugged until Harry's gleaming green eyes were focused on Draco's matching silver pair, "Did you know, my jewel, that these silly games we play were once based on very real occurrences? There are laws, ancient powerful laws, that state that any virgin bound and left as a sacrifice becomes the legal property of the Dragon that find's them. As I said, the laws are ancient - archaic really - but still very much binding."

Harry's breathing was slowly picking up and he stared at Draco with eyes blown wide with fear and a healthy dose of awe. Draco was also pleased to note the good amount of lust clearly showing in those expressive gems. Draco was tempted to close his eyes and just bask in the heavenly scent of musk and arousal pouring off the smaller figure. But he restrained himself.

"I must say, I was planning on letting whatever hapless fool that thought playing such a dangerous game fun go; then returning to my dorm alone, but...upon finding you, and such a lovely display you make too, waiting for me...well I find I can't quite bring myself to do it. And can you blame me? You do make such a beautiful Sacrifice, all helpless and at my complete mercy." Draco's eyes slide closed and he breathed in a deep satisfying breath, the scents in the air screaming Harry's wonderfully needy state.

Draco's eyes snapped open to stare down into Harry's emerald soul.

"Do you understand, Harry?" He asked, voice tight with hunger as he lightly trailed his fingers over the delicate skin of one rounded ear. When Harry just continued to stare at him Draco closed the distance and whispered hotly - directly into Harry's ear - "I'm a Dragon Harry. And you've just become my sacrifice...you belong to me now."

A shiver stole over the bound frame and a soft moan was pulled from the quivering form as Draco teased that ear with unnaturally pointy teeth before lavishing the skin beneath it with his tongue.

Draco pulled back to look into Harry's hooded eyes. There was no way he could be sure Harry fully understood what was happening, but it was very obvious that he was more than willing to turn himself over to Draco's care; if the way he was straining towards the blond was anything to go by then he was rather desperate for Draco's attentions indeed.

With a guttural moan of his own Draco pushed forward, molding himself to Harry's bound form, and carefully hooked one fang between the flesh of Harry's cheek and the fabric of the gag-tie. With a slight tug the gag snapped free and Draco had unrestricted access to that wonderful mouth.

The consequences' would come when they came. For now Draco was going to devour his sacrifice. He would savor every moment of it, and he had all night to do so.

AN: Quick note- I don't have a beta, so all these stories have been self-edited. That means they are all littered with annoying little mistakes that I didn't pick up. It is not intentional and I'll be fixing them as I find them, but that takes time and I wanted to at least let everyone know.

Anyway...

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