Originally posted October 14, 2006.

Title: Getting Off Easy
Author: r_grayjoy
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A couple of possible appearances of dc.
Kinks chosen: Masturbation, outdoor sex, and light bondage. Also with a dash of voyeurism and a hefty slab of hate sex.
Word Count: 2,675
Summary: Malfoy always wanted to catch Harry with his pants down...
Author's notes: Originally written for kabal42, although I blame ragdoll entirely. ::smirk::


Getting Off Easy

Harry needed to get out of the castle.

He had been squirming uncomfortably in his seat with a persistent erection tenting his trousers for the better part of Professor McGonagall’s thoroughly unstimulating lecture on the properties of various substances when transfigured. By the time the class ended, he was in rather desperate need of relief. As the collected seventh-year Gryffindors and Slytherins were dismissed, Harry practically bolted from his seat, ignoring Hermione’s startled exclamation at his back.

It would do no good to go back to the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, since his well-meaning friends would follow him there and badger him to make sure he was all right. He knew that he could likely convince them that he merely had a bit of a headache and wanted to have a short lie-down before dinner, but he didn‘t have the patience for such a production just now. With dormitory living and communal showers, there was precious little privacy to be had inside the castle at the best of times, and today the thick stone walls of the school felt weighty and oppressive.

Silently cursing whatever gods were responsible for creating puberty, Harry hastily made his way out of the school and across the grounds with no real destination in mind. He briefly considered the greenhouses, the Quidditch bleachers, and the broom shed before his eyes lighted on a dense row of trees in the distance. The Forbidden Forest. Since the majority of the students were terrified of the forest and it was, well, forbidden, it would be the perfect place for him to have a quick wank unimpeded. With his goal now solidly in mind, he picked up his already brisk pace and headed for the tree line.

Once he reached the edge of the forest, Harry continued far enough inside that he wouldn’t be spotted by anyone traversing the grounds, but not so deep that he would be in any serious danger from the denizens of the forest. Coming to an abrupt halt in front of a large tree, he spun around, leaned hard up against the tree trunk, and allowed his legs to give out beneath him. He slid down the tree and sat heavily at its base, a small noise of both relief and frustration welling up from his throat.

With trembling hands Harry fumbled the fastenings of his robes and trousers open and pulled his swollen cock free. He gave it a cursory squeeze and bit his lower lip to stifle a moan, allowing his head to fall back against the tree behind him. He was in dire need, so hard it nearly hurt, and this was no time for a slow, casual wank. Wrapping his hand firmly around himself, he began to pull in earnest, hard and fast.

Harry let out one long, shuddering breath, then began to breathe hard in time with his strokes. Harsh gasps rasped out of his lungs as he worked himself, mindless of the tell-tale slap of skin on skin. He didn't think about anything or anyone but merely squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the intense sensations as he sped toward release. And oh, yes, it was exactly what he craved, it felt so amazingly good, and yet it wasn't enough; he needed more, he needed to come, and he knew that it would not take him long at all now to achieve that goal. His breath caught for one endless moment as the world seemed to hang on a precipice, then he tumbled over the edge. Hot, sticky spunk flowed over his fingers and spattered his robes, and Harry was powerless to hold back a choked sob of pleasure and relief.

Although he was sorely tempted to stay put and take a kip under the tree with which he had just become so familiar, Harry allowed himself only a moment to catch his breath before he began tucking himself back into his pants and preparing to return to the castle. Ron and Hermione would be wondering where he was, and the longer he was gone the more difficult it would be to invent a credible explanation.

"Well, Potter, I always said that I wanted to catch you with your pants down, but I didn’t mean it literally."

Harry’s eyes flew open in shock and horror at the sound of the all-too-familiar smug voice. He jumped to his feet and hastily ran a cleansing charm over his clothing as though removing the evidence would cause the last few minutes to have never happened. Face flaming red in anger and humiliation, Harry spat, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I would ask you the same question, but the answer to that is pretty obvious," Malfoy said gleefully. No doubt this was his crowning moment, Harry thought bitterly. "Just wait till I tell Professor Snape what the Boy Wonder was doing in the Forbidden Forest with himself-- woops, I mean by himself…"

"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry muttered, then turned with every intention of stomping indignantly all the way back to his common room.

Before Harry had taken two steps, he heard Malfoy shout after him in an incredulous tone, "You’re just going to leave? You’re not even going to fight with me or… try to convince me to keep quiet?" The manner in which Malfoy stated the last seemed to indicate that he had something specific in mind.

Harry turned to face his adversary once again, but he found that he could not meet his eyes. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked resignedly. He was fairly certain he would rather not hear the answer.

Smirking broadly, Malfoy took a few sauntering steps toward him, and Harry fought the instinct to back up. He refused to retreat from the little swot. Besides, with the tree only a few paces behind him, it wasn’t as though he had any place to go. "Since you’re so good at tossing off," Harry’s face flamed anew and Malfoy smirked, "you can do it to me next."

Now Harry did recoil in surprise. "What?! You want me to… to… to you?!"

Malfoy gave a dramatic roll of his eyes. "For Merlin‘s sake, Potter, you don‘t have to act as though I‘ve just asked you to have it off with the giant squid."

Harry felt his pulse race and his face heat. He licked his suddenly dry lips and swallowed hard. "And if I… do that… you won’t tell anyone about any of this? Or that you even saw me in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Not a soul." Malfoy seemed to take Harry’s resigned sigh as acceptance and began moving toward him again. Harry backed up until he hit the tree with a small ‘oomph.’ There was a long moment of silence as the two boys looked at each other, Malfoy smirking and Harry shifting uncomfortably, before Malfoy snapped, "Well, get on with it, Potter!"

But Malfoy was still fully dressed. Oh, Merlin, he wanted Harry to..? Swallowing hard, Harry reached down with shaking hands and fumbled with the fastenings of Malfoy's clothing. The process likely would have been easier had he not had his eyes shut tight, but he was too embarrassed to look either at Malfoy’s crotch or at Malfoy’s face, so he simply didn’t look anywhere at all. After a few horrific moments he managed to get Malfoy's trousers open. He took one fortifying breath then reached inside and was surprised to discover that Malfoy was already hard.

Harry heard Malfoy’s breath hitch at his first hesitant touch. Carefully working the unfamiliar erection free, he wrapped his hand more firmly around it, and Malfoy responded with a more audible gasp. Harry stole a quick glance at Malfoy's face and saw that he was flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded and his ever-present sneer quite gone. Bolstered by what could only be interpreted as a favorable reaction, Harry tentatively began stroking, slower and more gently than he had done with himself.

Malfoy’s cock didn’t feel entirely bad in his hand, Harry decided. It was a bit like touching himself, really, but there were subtle nuances in shape and texture. Also, Harry didn’t groan like that when he stole a quick, furtive wank in his bed after his Housemates had gone to sleep at night. After a few moments Malfoy demanded, "Fuck, Potter, quit teasing me!" Harry thought his tone was more pleading than peevish.

Pausing a moment to rub tight circles over the sensitive tip of Malfoy's prick, Harry slicked his palm with the copious fluid he found there, then began sliding his hand up and down again, his grip more firm and sure. Harry became aware that he was breathing heavily along with Malfoy and that the proceedings were eliciting a rather obvious and powerful response in the vicinity of his trousers despite the fact that he had climaxed only minutes before. The sounds that Malfoy was making, small groans and high-pitched grunts seemingly wrenched from him against his will, made Harry want to hear more, and to do more than just provide a quick helping hand.

Raising both hands, Harry grabbed Malfoy by the front of his robes and spun him around, reversing their positions and slamming Malfoy up against the truck of the tree. The resulting yelp of surprise and look of near-panic that flashed across Malfoy’s features gave Harry a keen sense of satisfaction. Harry's ability to think rationally had checked out some minutes ago, and he was now operating on instinct and desire alone.

Not giving Malfoy a chance to protest his rough treatment, Harry lunged forwards. He pressed his body flush against Malfoy’s, and his obvious erection dug into Malfoy's hip exquisitely. Burying his face in the crook of the pale neck before him, he inhaled deeply and took in the heady scent of sweat and want and fear and sex, heedless of the fact that he had knocked his glasses askew in the process.

Malfoy gasped loudly as Harry pinned him to the tree, then said in a rather breathy tone, "My, Potter, is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" It had to have been the most overused, cliché line in either the Muggle or wizarding worlds, but Harry was beyond caring when Malfoy slid his hands between them and reached inside Harry's trousers.

There was no hesitation on Malfoy’s part as he extricated Harry’s cock and began stroking with fervor, and Harry, caught off guard, couldn’t quite hold back a surprised moan at the sensation of being touched so intimately by another person. If he could have spoken at all, Harry would have been forced to grudgingly admit that Malfoy was quite skilled at the procedure, giving an unexpected squeeze here or a slight twist there. His hips rocked forwards as he sought more pleasure from the amazing hand, and Harry chanced another glance at Malfoy's face.

The smug glint had returned to Malfoy’s eyes, and Harry flushed over again. He had given control of this encounter back over to Malfoy, and that didn’t sit well with him. He had a wicked idea as to how he could regain it, though. Reaching into his pocket, he whipped out his wand and cast a variation on a standard binding charm. Supple vines from the branches of the tree above snaked down to wrap around Malfoy’s wrists and then pulled his arms snugly over his head and held them there.

Malfoy’s startled shout, "What are you doing with me, Potter?!" was immediately followed up by a cry of "Oh!" as Harry once again leaned into him. Their erections rubbed together deliciously and Harry growled into Malfoy’s shoulder. Harry didn’t have any idea what he was doing, but apparently his body did; he pressed hard against Malfoy, rolling his hips, and was rewarded with a stunned and appreciative, "Oh, fuck!"

Nothing short of an Unforgivable curse could have stopped Harry from moving then. His fingers twisted in Malfoy’s robes as he fell into a jerky motion, pushing and grinding feverishly. His stomach became slick with their mingled sweat and precome, aiding the urgent thrust-slide-grind of hard cocks against soft flesh. As he panted into the shoulder before him, Harry found that Malfoy was as vocal in this as he was in all things, but for once Harry didn’t mind. Malfoy's unabashed moans and whimpers drove him onward. Rapidly spiraling toward release for the second time that evening, Harry could only hope like hell that Malfoy was nearing completion as well, because he was about to embarrass himself even further otherwise.

Harry’s fears were for naught. A moment later, Malfoy gave an emphatic shout, muscles going taut as his body shook. The sensation of Malfoy's hot come spilling over his stomach was all it took to send Harry into a second wrenching climax, and he added his own fluid to the mix with a small, strangled sigh.

It took a few moments for the haze to clear, then Harry abruptly realized that he was clinging to Draco Malfoy -- and a very bound and sticky Draco Malfoy, no less -- and that was wholly inappropriate and wrong. He hastily released his grip and stumbled back, looking at Malfoy agape as though he wasn’t certain how they had come to be in their current position. Yet he couldn’t deny that the sight of his adversary looking thoroughly disheveled and debauched, spattered and spent, blushing and bound affected him in a rather intense and unexpected way.

"Are you going to gaup at me all night, or are you going to let me down from here?" Malfoy snarled, sounding angry and ashamed

"Oh. Right," Harry replied eloquently. He quickly rearranged his own clothing, then waved his wand with an intoned, "Finite," releasing the besmirched Malfoy from the impromptu ropes. He cast a simple cleaning charm on himself and tossed one at Malfoy as well; it seemed the polite thing to do, given the circumstances. Malfoy quickly turned his back to Harry while he adjusted his clothing and attempted to repair his ruffled state.

Harry thought it was a bit late for modesty, but since he was embarrassed beyond belief at the things he had just done, he didn’t comment upon it. When Malfoy eventually turned around again, he was considerably more ordered than he had been previously, but he seemed nearly as uncomfortable as Harry. An awkward silence stretched on and Harry felt as though he should say something, although he couldn’t imagine what it should be. He didn’t think there was a standard rule of etiquette regarding what to do after one had just tied one’s enemy to a tree for an impromptu sexual encounter. He finally settled for, "So, uhm. You’re not going to tell anyone…"

"No, Potter," Malfoy interrupted in a tone that said he clearly thought Harry was the greatest dolt ever to walk the planet, "I’m not going to tell anyone. What could I possibly say that wouldn’t incriminate and humiliate me as well?"

Harry was a bit put out that Malfoy would be ‘humiliated’ for anyone to find out about their liaison, although he couldn’t fathom why. After all, he would be mortified if anyone knew. At a loss for anything else to say, he simply muttered, "Right. Bye, then," and began to make his way out of the Forest.

He’d only gone a few yards when Malfoy called, "Potter!" Harry stopped in his tracks and turned around to find Malfoy standing with his hands on his hips and a characteristic smirk on his face. "Well," he sneered, "I hope you learned your lesson about sneaking around in places you don’t belong. I’d say you got off easy this time."

Malfoy appeared inordinately pleased with his truly awful play on words, and it was all Harry could do not to grin wickedly at the absurdity of it. "And I hope you learned your lesson about following me," he replied, mirroring Malfoy's smirk. "You never know what might happen next time." With that, Harry turned and jogged back to the castle.