His hands were strung up over his head. The rope dug into his wrists, chafing his skin. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to keep the rope from cutting off the circulation in his hands. "Last time I did this I had pink fuzzy handcuffs," he complained.

"I learned how to transfigure simple rope and a switch, but goddamn, Harry, I can't get all technical with it." The switch Draco was holding slipped out and struck Harry across the back of his knees. Harry let out a moan and danced on his toes a bit, straining against his bonds.

Draco scoffed, his lips parting in delight. "The way your body responds to pain never scenes to amaze me. I mean, I knew you had a few screws loose, but I never knew you were this much of a pervert." Draco had a power-hungry glimmer in his eyes. It was almost frightening when Harry forced himself to remember that this kid was his rival and enemy. It was definitely hot.

"Speak for yourself," Harry spat. "You know you're getting off on this too."

The switch cut across the back of Harry's knees again. "Hey now, remember who is in the position of power here, okay?"

Harry bit back the scathing retort he wanted to make. How had he even gotten into this predicament? Draco had been giving him a very vanilla blowjob before he said he had wanted to try out some 'new' stuff, and then transfigured the rope.

The switch hissed through the air and bit into his backside. "I didn't get an answer!"

"Yes, okay!" Harry gasped.

"Yes, sir," corrected Draco, smiling creepily. He was obviously enjoying himself all too much.

"What? That's no fair! Like bloody hell I'll-aaaaahhh," Harry's protest was cut short when another swat permeated his backside. "Yes, sir," his voice faltered a bit.

Even though he was on his toes Draco was still much taller than him. Their difference in height was made more obvious because Draco was standing so fucking close to him, gazing with open curiosity into his face.

"Mmmm, your face is flushed. Interesting. Did you like that, calling me sir?"

Harry could feel the blood rush to his cheeks again, and a wide grin split Draco's face. "Your face isn't the only thing heated up, I think." Draco's eyes left his face to travel downwards. Harry didn't need to look down to know that his cock was throbbing. He could feel the pulsing in his groin.

Draco placed his hands on the wall on either side of Harry's head, and he slowly drew his knee up between Harry's legs. What room Harry had was compromised and he could feel his balls being gently crushed up against Draco's knees.

Harry had to bite into the side of his arm to keep back a moan, but Draco was having none of that. He weaved his fingers up through Harry's hair and made a slow fist, pulling Harry's chin forward.

"I put silencing charms up after locking the door, so no need to keep your voice in. If you do insist to continue on in silence I will have no choice but to really make you scream." Draco took a step back and tracing the base of Harry's cock with the switch. It took all of Harry's strength to hold back and not thrust at the twitch.

"Just, just touch it already!" Harry gasped. "Come on!"

Draco sighed. "You're so demanding, Potter. No manners at all, really. It's quite rude. Plus...I don't want you to cum yet. I'm having way too much fun, seeing you so desperate."

"You're a git, Malfoy. A real git." Harry pouted very childishly, and Draco laughed.

Having pity on him, Draco went down on his knees before the strung up Potter and took Harry's member in his mouth. Harry gasped at the warm sensation and then the suction of Draco's mouth. Harry wanted to grab Draco by the hair and thrust into his mouth more, but he couldn't move from where he was tied up. "Goddamn, Malfoy, I'm really desperate. Damn you."

Malfoy pulled back and looked up at Harry, a smile on his lips. A string of precum trailed from his lower lip to the tip of Harry's now cold cock. "I wanna see what it's like inside of you, Potter."

Harry nodded, suddenly overcome with lust towards the blond boy. He just looked so erotic kneeling there with his lips moist.

Draco lubed up a finger and slipped it in between Harry's legs. Harry gasped out at the warm sensation entering him. He couldn't hold back his moans anymore. Draco drew it out and then pushed it back in again with a second finger.

"Ah, so full," Harry groaned. It didn't hurt but it felt tight enough that it was borderline uncomfortable. Draco began to scissor his fingers, and pump them in and out, stretching him. He rubbed against Harry's prostate a few times and Harry gasped at the pleasureful sensation.

Harry's knees were going week and his hips began to shake. If he wasn't strung up he wouldn't be able to stand.

Draco must have noticed and had pity on his wrists because he vanished the bonds. He caught Harry before he fell to the ground, but before Harry could collect himself Draco had threw him face-down onto the bed.

Harry was going to protest being manhandled (out of principle, since he really did like it) but then Draco had began binding his wrists together behind his back.

"Again?" Harry growled.

"I like you tied up and helpless." Draco was panting and hard. And he hasn't even touched himself yet either. All he's done is hit me and pleasure me. "I think you're stretched enough. Do you feel okay?"

"Pfft, you ask like I'm made of glass. Just get inside me already," Harry growled.

Draco didn't need to be asked twice. He pushed Harry's head face-down into the covers. Then he grabbed Harry's hips and lifted his ass up. He pushed the head of his hard cock up against Harry's hole, and then entered with a single push.

Harry and Draco both gasped in unison at the sensation.

"God, you're so fucking tight, Harry. And warm."

Malfoy had used his first name. It made Harry feel even more hot inside.

Draco began thrusting then, and Harry couldn't hold back his moans at the sensation as the boy picked up speed. He was hitting Harry's prostate with each thrust, and the pleasure was so intense that Harry's eyes were filled with tears. Draco pulled out all the way, and then pushed in, forcefully thrusting his full length deep inside Harry.

"Ah, Draco," Harry cried. He would have been completely collapsed if Draco wasn't holding his ass up with a firm grip on either hip. "So intense. I want my hands!"-gasp- "Please, Malfoy, I need to touch my cock!" he was so hard and dripping precum everywhere, but with his hands secured behind his back he couldn't do anything to relieve himself.

Draco reached around and began to stroke Harry as he pumped. The sensation was otherworldly.

"I'm gonna cum! Draco!"

"So cum then."

Stars danced in front of Harry's eyes, and he knew he was close to blacking out with the pleasure. "Aaaahhh," Harry tensed up suddenly, his ass clenching on Draco's cock and his whole body going rigid as he began to cum into Draco's hand.

Draco pumped twice more inside Harry's twitching insides before cumming himself.

He collapsed on top of Harry, who had fallen limply onto the mattress, exhausted. They both lay like that for a few minutes, bodies sweaty, catching their breathe.

Suddenly, Draco jumped up as if he had been shocked. "Potter, what time is it?"

"The hell you on about?" Harry grunted from his position face-down in the mattress.

"The time! What time is it? ShitshitshitSHIT…" he scrambled for his wand and found it on the ground. He did a fancy maneuver with it in the air, and large green letters lit up in from of his face. They read 3:15.

"Fucking hell, Potter, get up! We're late!" he vanished the bonds from the boy's wrists and then cast a cleaning spell.

"Eeehhhh?" Harry sat up groggily, watching the boy scramble around grabbing articles of clothes from various parts of the room. A shirt was chucked at him, and he caught it right before it landed in his face.

"Get up, Potter! Tea! We're 15 minutes late for tea, and Snape-"

Recollection hit Harry, and his face paled drastically as his mouth dropped open. "Oh shit."

There was a pounding on the door. Both boys froze in unison, and then began to scramble around in a panic.

"Shit! Fuck! My boxers? Where's my fucking boxers?!"

"There, under the bed, Potter!"

Harry yanked on his shirt.

"What is the meaning of this?" came Snape's voice through the door. He sounded absolutely furious. "Draco Malfoy, did you silence this room and lock the door?! Let me in at once or else-"

Draco was hopping on one foot as he yanked up his pants.

"I will count to three, and then I am opening this door no matter what. 1...2…"

Harry couldn't find his pants anywhere. He grabbed his boxers and began to put them on.

"3! Alohomora!"

The door burst open, revealing a very angry potions professor, black robes billowing about him in a cloud of rage.

Draco had on his jeans but no shirt. Yet he somehow had the presence of mind to sit himself on the edge of Harry's bed, one leg nonchalantly crossed over the other, for Snape's outburst. He had his most charming smile on too, the fucking slytherin scum deceptive and smooth as fuck. He looked completely relaxed, as if he had been perched on the bed having a nice chat. Only the gleam of sweat glistening on his bare torso and forehead gave away his recent activity.

"Ah, Severus! Is it tea time already? I am so sorry we-"

"OUT! Go home. NOW."

Snape's eyes swept across the room, taking in the ropes lying on the bed, and then drifting over to Harry. Harry had on his shirt (backwards and inside out) and boxers. He stood there frozen with his jeans clutched in his hand. His knees were weak and his hips were loose from the sex and maybe fear, and his whole body trembled. Snape knew exactly what had trespassed.

Draco slid of the bed and casually slipped towards the door, giving Snape a wide berth. He paused in the doorway, casting Harry an apologetic look from over Snape's shoulder. "Well, if I really must, I'd hate to abuse my stay. Potter, Severus, it's been swell, until next ti-"

Severus flicked the door shut with his wand, silencing Draco's departing words.

Silence permeated the room. Harry wanted to melt into the floorboards. He couldn't meet Snape's stormy eyes and so he hung his head. He wished he had even a small percentage of Draco's suave attitude. He felt inches tall as it was.

"This," Snape waved his hand in the air, "this is why you're here, Potter. Because you can't control yourself, because you can't control your drive. You realize that, don't you? Your arrogance is out of control, just like your father. You think you can do whatever you want and get away with anything. You think your actions don't have consequences. And indeed, thus far they have not. You have gotten away with far too much in your life and your recklessness has been rewarded. But unlike your father, you will not get away with this. I am the one in control here, not you. And I will not put up with your reckless egotism. Your behavior is nothing short of freakish."

Harry flinched at the word, a bad taste in his mouth at the memories that it brought to mind. He wanted to say something, try to offer up an excuse or maybe an apology, but there was muscles twitching in Snape's face that he had never seen before, and so he bit his tongue and stayed quite as Snape went on.

"Sirius is animalistic. But you, Potter? You should be fixed like a dog. You have absolutely no control, and you are unsightly. You should be ashamed of yourself." He looked Harry up and down with disgust in his gaze.

As if he can see through my clothes, as if he can see all my scars. As if he knows about Jack. As if he can tell just what a freak I am. Harry was just thankful that his legs were the only things exposed. The only markings that could be seen were the recent switch marks from Draco that decorated his thighs.

Snape was going on. "You're like a bitch in heat, running rampant, trying to bed anything that moves. I never did have high expectations of you, Potter. Really, I thought there was nothing that you could do that would shock me. Yet you go ahead and somehow find a way to disappoint me again. Like a dog, I am starting to think you need a collar and chain. I ought to put you in chastity."

"Stop," Harry pleaded.

"Excuse me?" Snape looked shocked and personally offended.

"Just shut up!" Harry's voice was small, despite his words. Harry had his head bowed, his hair covering his eyes. His whole body trembled and he squeezed his jeans in a white-knuckled fist.

"I see my tongue-lashing has left you shaken," Snape observed. "Anyone else and I would know that my words had an effect. I know better when it comes to you. Anything I say will not permeate into that thick skull of yours. You need more concrete forms of discipline. A mere telling-off does nothing. You are much too conceited and stubborn."

He pointed his wand at Harry, and Harry flinched back, holding up his hands as if that would stop what was to come. Snape muttered something very quietly, swishing his wand back and forth.

Harry cringed and closed his eyes, expecting the worst. However, he felt nothing. Nothing changed. Did Snape do anything?

"What did you do?" Harry demanded.

"Well, Potter, I dare say you will find out in due time. You will be confined to your room for the rest of the day. I will have the house elf bring you your dinner. You will stay in your room at all times accept meal times which you must show up to."

With that, Snape whirled around and left the room, the door clicking locked behind him.

Draco had enough self preservation to have flooed home. However, Snape found a quickly scrawled out note left on his desk, the cheeky brat.

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Severus, please go easy on Potter. He's not who you think he is. Even I misunderstood him.