He knew he was caught the second he felt someone traipse through his protective enchantments, the same ones that were currently halting him from escaping the darkened alley.
“Drop your wand, hands on your head.”
Draco rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be caught by Harry bloody Potter, Head Pain in the Arse in the Auror department. He was the only wizard strong enough to break through Draco’s wards. Why couldn’t it have been the Weasel? At least then he could have kept some pride while being handcuffed and toted to the ministry.
He thought for a quick moment that he could transform the dark crystal in his pocket into something less sinister, but that would ruin the intricate spells that made the stone so valuable; he wasn’t about to pour six months of plotting down the drain because of Scarhead and his precious rules.
No. He was a Malfoy, a Slytherin through and through. He weighed the options in his head before dropping his wand and raising his hands.
“Want to cuff me, Potter?” he sneered, raising his eyebrows tauntingly.
“Malfoy?” Potter gasped, squinting into the dimness of the alley through his thick lenses. “Of course it’s you. You triggered Repello Inimicum when you stole that rock. Figured you were smarter than that.”
Fuck. He was smarter than that. He had checked the charms just last week during recon. How could he have missed something so simple as a Repello?
“Tenuistis!” The spell was whispered, but the incantation held, pulling Draco’s wrists together, restraining them behind his back. He pulled uselessly against the binds, his wand falling out of his grip onto the pavement.
No matter. He didn’t need his wand for his plan. He pouted his lips and stared at his target.
“I’m all tied up and at your mercy, Potter.”
He made sure to pop the P, just like he had at school. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeking the hooded green glare he knew he’d find. Draco smirked, knowing exactly how to play Potter like a fiddle.
“What do you want to do with me?” he asked slyly, biting down on his bottom lip and flicking it out, watching as Potter’s glare was drawn to his mouth.
“I’m - erm,”
“Want to throw me against the wall? Have me twist and struggle to get away from your firm grasp?” Draco drew out the word firm, allowing his eyes to cascade over Potter’s form, muscled chest covered by fitted Auror robes. He bit his lip again, sucking on it, running his tongue over the indentions his teeth left behind.
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,700
Filled as: Watcher
Shit.
He knew he was caught the second he felt someone traipse through his protective enchantments, the same ones that were currently halting him from escaping the darkened alley.
“Drop your wand, hands on your head.”
Draco rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be caught by Harry bloody Potter, Head Pain in the Arse in the Auror department. He was the only wizard strong enough to break through Draco’s wards. Why couldn’t it have been the Weasel? At least then he could have kept some pride while being handcuffed and toted to the ministry.
He thought for a quick moment that he could transform the dark crystal in his pocket into something less sinister, but that would ruin the intricate spells that made the stone so valuable; he wasn’t about to pour six months of plotting down the drain because of Scarhead and his precious rules.
No. He was a Malfoy, a Slytherin through and through. He weighed the options in his head before dropping his wand and raising his hands.
“Want to cuff me, Potter?” he sneered, raising his eyebrows tauntingly.
“Malfoy?” Potter gasped, squinting into the dimness of the alley through his thick lenses. “Of course it’s you. You triggered Repello Inimicum when you stole that rock. Figured you were smarter than that.”
Fuck. He was smarter than that. He had checked the charms just last week during recon. How could he have missed something so simple as a Repello?
“Tenuistis!” The spell was whispered, but the incantation held, pulling Draco’s wrists together, restraining them behind his back. He pulled uselessly against the binds, his wand falling out of his grip onto the pavement.
No matter. He didn’t need his wand for his plan. He pouted his lips and stared at his target.
“I’m all tied up and at your mercy, Potter.”
He made sure to pop the P, just like he had at school. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeking the hooded green glare he knew he’d find. Draco smirked, knowing exactly how to play Potter like a fiddle.
“What do you want to do with me?” he asked slyly, biting down on his bottom lip and flicking it out, watching as Potter’s glare was drawn to his mouth.
“I’m - erm,”
“Want to throw me against the wall? Have me twist and struggle to get away from your firm grasp?” Draco drew out the word firm, allowing his eyes to cascade over Potter’s form, muscled chest covered by fitted Auror robes. He bit his lip again, sucking on it, running his tongue over the indentions his teeth left behind.