Okay, so no sev/Draco/Harry threesome. Sad face. I will do one of those at some point, but not here, even though he is in the story. Hope you guys like and review! And how do you feel about Draco in women's under where?
Hermione Granger burst through the doors of his office, looking like she was about to breathe fire. Severus Snape rolled his eyes, no doubt she was about to scream at him for using house elfs or something. For gods sake he was the academic dean, couldn't someone else deal with it? He far preferred this job to teaching brats at Hogwarts, but it still wasn't perfect.
"Sir, how could you?" She was shaking with anger. "how could you possibly believe that I, of all people would stoop to cheating, after all these years that I have slaved over my work, I ask you-"
"Ms. Ganger, what on earth are you talking about?" he demanded.
"you know what I am talking about! I am being accused of cheating off of another student –"
"yes, ms Granger." He snapped, slamming his book down. "and it will be dealt with via the normal channels-"
"oh don't give me that. You've already decided and don't try and tell me otherwise!" She spat.
"no I have not." He bellowed back. "what on earth makes you think such a ridiculous thing?"
"you've been bragging about it! I've been told-" she screamed.
" Really Ms. Ganger?" Severus sneered" I would have thought better of you, listening to idle gossip. I give you my word that this is being dealt with correctly."
"Sir," she said taking deep breath. "I assure you it was not that. Please, let me explain." Severus looked her in the eye for a moment before saying; "very well." And motioning for her to take a seat.
She told him everything.
Harry meanwhile was back with Draco. He was in an exceedingly good mood, believing that he finally had Hermione in his pocket. He therefore had deemed Draco to be "a good boy." And Draco was curled up on his lap, snoozing happily. This was another one of those things Harry felt a bit confused about.
He liked it when Draco was like this. He had a small smile on his face when he slept, and it made him look angelic.
It reminded Harry of a time when things were warm, and soft, and okay. He placed a chaste kiss on top of Draco's head before he felt the familiar rage unfurl inside of him. Weekness, he heard a voice hiss inside of him. He gave Malfoy a massive shove and he landed on the floor with a yelp.
But almost immediately after he said; "did you need anything master?"
Harry smirked. "go and get me a firewhisky." Draco did so, not looking at his masters face, as that was forbidden. Harry watched Draco as he walked. His milky skin in sharp contrast with his red shirt and dark jeans. He was so weak, so skinny…he reminded Harry of something, but Harry couldn't put his finger on it….
Draco stood in front of Harry, awaiting his next order.
"drink it." Harry said, his voice strangely deep, Draco nocked the drink back, not even contemplating doing anything else.
"Again." Harry ordered and again the sequence happened. Firewhisky was strong, especially the aged stuff that Harry had and Draco was already drunk.
"good boy." Harry said. Draco felt a hot spasm of pride run though him, he had been called a good boy! That so rarely happened and it was the second time today! He let out a little a giggle and his master snaked his hands over Draco's hips.
"something funny?" Harry inquired. "nnnnno Master." Draco replied, shaking his head solemnly.
"good, because if there was you would be in trouble." Harry informed him, bringing him closer and unbuckling his pet's belt.
Veal Harry thought. That's what Draco reminded him off. Veal was a kind of calves would be separated from their mothers at birth to be kept in small, dark places, where they were unable to move. They would be kept on a diet of milk or baby food, for the short amount of time they were alive. It was a particularly cruel and inhumane thing to do, but it kept the meat so wonderfully tender…
"I dont wanna be in trouble master." Draco slurred. "then do everything I say, all right?" Harry said. "yes Master!" Draco relied, nodding exuberantly, Harry smirked up at him, the alcohol on Draco's breath a strange aphrodisiac. It was yet another reminder of Draco's helplessness, and Harry's control.
Harry slid Draco's jeans down and ran his fingers around the elastic of his boxers. Draco smiled faintly and when Harry ran his hands up his top he closed his eyes, knowing that Harry usually liked it like that. But this time he was ordered to open them.
Harry stopped for a moment, looking him up and down. "go and get the bottle." Draco moved to do so, but was suddenly splayed on the floor, his jeans still around his ankles making sudden movements like that impossible.
"For fucks sake!" Harry spat, angry not only at Draco's stupidity but his ability to ruin what had been to Harry a perfectly good evening. "get up." Draco did so as quickly as he could, which wasn't very quickly, considering the alcohol in his system "get those things off and do what I told you too." Draco hurried to do so, aware even in his drunken state that his master was in a sullen mood. He would need to be cheered up, his pride stroked, or he would turn extremely violent. Draco shivered, memories of blood and whips and broken bones close by.
"Here you go master." Draco said, holding out the bottle. Harry grabbed it from him and placed it on the side table. "get on my lap." Draco happily did so, he loved his masters lap, it was the only time he ever felt warm. And it was such a treat!
He was hoping to go back to cuddling, but Harry maneuvered him so that he was straddling his master, and he knew what that meant. He started gridding his hips in to Harry's lap and Harry pulled Draco's top off over his head before leaning back and letting Draco work.
Draco swayed his torso and rocked his hips, delighting in every moan his master made. He wanted nothing more than to please his master, it was like a burning inside of him. It was his reason for living and his only task in life.
Harry reached up and pinched Draco's nipples, twisting and pulling, forcing a delicious squeal out of him. Harry looked over his bitch and licked his lips hungrily. He uncorked the bottle of firewhisky and gave it to Draco, giving him permission to drink whenever he wanted to.
Something about seeing Draco giving Harry a lap dance with a bottle in his hand really satisfied Harry, further cementing in his mind the image of what a filthy little whore Draco was.
Draco took another gulp and some of the amber liquid dripped down his front, which Harry licked up hungrily. He bit and sucked and kissed and devoured Draco's chest. He moved up his neck and attacked there, before moving in to dominate Draco with a kiss. He spelled his own robes off and felt Draco's smooth flesh against his own hardened self. Without warning or preamble, Harry impaled Draco on his dick and grabbed him by the hips, roughly moving him up and down. Harry did not care for Draco's lack of erection, in fact Draco did not care for this, it did not occur to either of them that he should find it pleasurable.
Harry ran his hand though Draco's hair and snapped his head back, exposing more of his neck for Harry's amusement. Harry let out a groan and feasted on him, feeling Draco's hands hesitantly run up his sides. Draco did not always have permission to touch his master, but was sometimes expected to do so.
When he wasn't slapped away Draco devoted himself to pleasing his master, licking his ear, his neck, stroking him, doing anything and everything he could think of.
Harry came with a moan, his seed savagely shooting up Draco. He collapsed back and closed his eyes, Draco tentatively curling up to his chest.
It had been really hot seeing him with that bottle…Harry thought vaguely, maybe I could get him addicted. It could be fun. Another good way to control him. Harry contemplated this for a moment, but decided that it would take too long.
Drugs would be easier. A voice said inside him.
They would be, Harry thought, it wasn't like he had to worry about money either, or if he ever did he could just stop getting it for Draco. He smirked as he imagined Draco begging, on the floor crying for something Harry had in his pocket. Harry knew Draco would eventually promise ridiculous things, things that he couldn't live up to and then when he couldn't oh how Harry could punish him….
The next morning Harry was back in London. He had just come back from picking the drugs up where there was a knock at the door.
"Afternoon Mr. Potter, I'm sorry to just turn up, but I wondered if I could have a word?"
"Severus." Harry greeted happily. Severus was a powerful man, almost as powerfull as Harry was, and he was hoping to charm the pants off of him, figuratively and literally if he could. He felt that sex was a good way to cement someone's loyalty to him. And besides, he was an attractive man.
"I don't mind at all." Harry continued. "come in, would you like a drink?" He led Severus into the large living room and gestured for him to sit down.
"A gin and tonic, if you wouldn't mind." Severus answered casually. Harry turned from him and started to prepare the drinks.
There was a sudden roaring of a fire, someone had come in via the floo.
Harry didn't have time to turn around. Severus was on his feet, wand raised at Harry a spell on his lips. Harry was overcome with rage, he hurled a curse at Severus which sent him flying, but Harry was being attacked from the back too, he whirled around and saw- "Hermione?" Harry took a split second to register this, but it was a split second too long, soon Severus and Hermione were both attacking him, and he put up one hell of a fight, wounding Hermione's leg and causing Severus to gush blood, but ultimately it was Harry that lost consciousness, just after hearing a soft sob and; "it's for your own good Harry."