Original poster: sakaim Title: Sectumsempra Animi Rating:NC-17 Pairings: Draco/Harry Summary:Draco Malfoy seeks revenge on Harry Potter for Sectumsempra by use of aforbidden love potion. Harry is desperately infatuated with Draco, whoexploits his newfound power to control and torture his greatestarchnemesis. Warnings: Bondage, masturbation, torture, S&M, money shots, object rape. Hermione began to notice that something was different about Harry thevery next morning. Well, specifically, it was not Harry that shenoticed was acting differently, but Malfoy. For the first time in manyweeks, Malfoy graced the breakfast table with his snarky presence and,to Hermione’s utter shock and confusion, sat down immediately besidehis dark-haired arch-foe. She waited for the sparks to fly, the cursesto be cast, but there was a distinct lack of all that...a distinct lackof anything at all, really, that would be expected were Draco Malfoy totake a seat next to Harry Potter on any other morning; however, therewas something there that had never, ever, ever been present before,Hermione noted.
Harry was smiling, ever-so-slightly, at Draco.She dropped the glass of orange juice in her hand, which promptly hitthe table with a sickening crack the split second before it shatteredon the hard wood and flooded the table in chilled, muted orange. “Oh,Merlin, I’m sorry,” she whispered, flustered, and when she began tolift her wand to clean it up, she attempted to meet Harry’s emeraldgaze in question. To her utter dismay, however, she saw that Harry wasrather absorbed in watching Draco’s fork moving about on his plate,playing with his food more than eating it, and she cleared her throat.
Dracocould ignore the spilled orange juice and the whispering from theMudblood, but the moment she cleared her throat with the most grating,irritating sound, he lifted his eyes and narrowed them at her indisgust, a little sneer curling the left side of his upper lip.“Really, we’re at the table, Granger. Could you hack up a lungsomewhere else?” he drawled lazily before he promptly speared a sausagewith his ancient silver fork and inspected it for a moment. He broughtit close to his mouth, his delicate little tongue daring to slip out totentatively give it a taste, and when he found it acceptable forconsumption, he took the end in his mouth and sucked it right off thefork with a little pop.
Harry thought he was going to creamhimself as he watched Draco’s naughty little affair with the breakfastsausage, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat when Draco licked it.He could have sworn that Draco caught his eye for only a tiny momentwhile he was putting that dirty little tongue on display, and thenDraco sucked the sausage in, and Harry groaned very softly into thepalm of his hand before he tried to focus on his food. After all, theycertainly were not the only people at the table, and he was sure hecould see Hermione and Ginny eyeing him from across the table. Heneeded to say something terrible to Malfoy, something that wouldconvince them everything was all right even though it was not. Hepulled his hand away and opened his mouth, looking for something,anything, to say, and he came up with, “You uh...l-look like you haveexperience with that, D-Malfoy.” Lame. He felt his cheeks flush, and hewanted to look down, but then he would not only be confronted with hissemi-hard cock pressing against his zip, but he would lose face infront of the girls.
Draco smirked when Potter spoke up in hissimpering, shaking voice, and he looked over to him, seeing Granger andthe baby Weasel staring intently at the two of him. He suspected thatthey were trying to figure what, exactly, Harry’s brain malfunction wasall about, and so he decided to give them a little something more tothink about. He leaned in close to Potter, very close, so the tips oftheir noses were nearly touching. His eyes turned vicious, and in thenastiest, most vicious tone he could muster, he spat, “Perhaps I do,perhaps I don’t. You wish I had experience, don’t you, Potter? For now,I suppose you’ll just have to be watching, you filthy Mudblood spawn.”He was pleased to note that when he spoke his last word, it wasenunciated with spittle, which found a new home on Harry’s slightlyparted lips. He looked the Gryffindor up and down, appearing utterlydisgusted, and he was silently amused by the fact that, instead ofwiping the spit away, Harry’s tongue swiped it up greedily. Oh, thiswas just too rich.
“M-Mudblood?” Harry whispered absently, andDraco stared at him. This love potion had really done quite the numberon Harry, and if he weren’t so dependent on the potion being a secret,he would have gloated to the Weasel and Granger. “Don’t call me that.”It was without conviction that Harry spoke these words, and the look ofpoorly-disguised infatuation in Harry’s emerald green eyes was missedby no one. Harry looked to the right, seeing Hermione and Ron staring,transfixed, on the scene before them, and he knew that he had to getout of there. He had to flee before they began asking questions, beforeDraco actually touched him and set his skin on fire. Harry stood up soquickly that his thighs banged painfully against the table, but heignored the throbbing pain just under his hips before giving Draco apainfully longing look before his feet carried him so quickly from theroom that he nearly stubbed his toe on the doorframe.
Hermione,Ron, and Draco sat together around the table in a few moments ofintense silence before Hermione cleared her throat in a way not unlikethe annoying, “Hem, hem!” of Dolores Umbridge in their fifth year.Draco glared at her over his glass of orange juice, and he shook hishead before setting it down on the table with a soft thud. “Yes,Granger?” Draco asked nastily, poison dripping from his voice, and hiseyes glared daggers into her chest. She was lucky, he thought, that alook could not kill, or she would be bleeding on the filthy floor.
Hermioneshot a dark look to Ron before she twisted her hands in her lap, notentirely sure how to begin this conversation. Draco Malfoy was so outof place in the headquarters, and she knew he must already feelawkward, but she did not want to show any compassion for the purist,certainly. She did not feel sorry for him or anything of the sort, butthey did have to coexist, regardless of how they felt for one another.“Look, Malfoy,” she said quietly, looking up to meet his eyes. Thismove, she felt, would register as bold with Draco, and hopefully itwould force his attention to remain on her. “You can’t just goinsulting Harry like that...Just because he isn’t Pureblooded doesn’tmean...” She trailed off and shook her head. This was not the time fortheir age-old fight, and she could see the self-righteous fury combustbehind grey irises. “Well, Malfoy, it’s his house. He’s allowing you tostay here, really, and it’s right good of hi–”
“Allowing me tostay here?” Draco asked in a low, disbelieving tone, then he seemed toexplode in peals of mad, raucous laughter. Hermione appeared takenaback, and it seemed as though the sudden burst of laughter from theblonde had force enough to flatten her against the back of herstraight-backed, wooden chair. “Don’t fool yourself, Granger! Potterwouldn’t kick me out of here if I jinxed him to be permanently attachedto that wall!” He gestured to the greasy wallpaper near the old stoveand slumped in his chair, appearing to be completely worn out by hislaughing fit. “Oh, Granger, you really are too funny...I say, why don’tyou just go ask Potter whether he wants me here or not?”
Ron hadhad quite enough by this point, and he stood abruptly to his feet. Hisshin knocked painfully into the table leg, and his ears flared pink ashe fought back a string of curses, and he endured the sharp bark oflaughter from Malfoy before sneering nastily at him. “Of course Harrydoesn’t want you here! The only reason you’re even here is becauseDumbledore took pity on your scrawny ferret-face and told my father tobring you and your whore of a mother–”
“Don’t you fucking talk–”
“Yes,I called her a WHORE!” Ron interjected fiercely, and he jerked his wandout of his pocket. “Just because he said to bring you here if somethinghappened to him–”
“SHE’S NOT A FUCKING–”
“YES SHE IS ANDYOU’RE NOT MUCH DIFFERENT!” Ron bellowed, and he pushed around thetable to Draco, who was now standing with his wand at the ready, andRon drew his own wand before the two boys immediately were only an inchapart. However, it was quite unlike the inch that Harry and Draco hadshared, for this inch was pregnant with malice, intent to kill, andHermione was on her feet as well. “She’s a whore and she can’t controlher husband or her little shit of a son. If you didn’t exist...Fuck, ifyou didn’t exist, Dumbledore would still be–”
“I DID NOT KILLDUMBLEDORE!” Draco screamed so hard that his lungs ached in hisribcage. His wand was now shoved tip-first into Ron’s stomach, pressinga painful inch into the muscle with more pressure being applied at theother end. He found his throat suffering a similar fate at the hand ofRon’s wand, and he jerked his leg up to shove Ron back abruptly. Ronnearly fell off-balance, but Hermione caught him with the reflexes of ayoung cat. This moment of weakness allowed Draco to take the advantage,and he stepped forward aggressively. “I did not kill him, and Snapekilled him UNDER ORDERS FROM DUMBLEDORE HIMSELF to protect ALL of you!I could have killed him! I could have but I took the way favouring myexistence, thank you very fucking much!”
Ron stared with thedeepest loathing into Malfoy’s eyes for a few moments before hehisssed, “None of us fucking care, Malfoy! You’d be better off dead!”And with this, he leapt out of Hermione’s grasp and seized a shockedMalfoy around the knees. Both boys splattered onto the floor behindDraco, wands cast aside and forgotten as Ron pinned the pale boy to hisback with his knees and punched him every inch he could reach. Hermionescreamed and tried to snatch one of Ron’s arms in an attempt to controlhim, but he shoved her away and yelled in a fashion most prehistoric ashe did his very best to reduce Malfoy to a bloody mass.
Harryheard Ron scream, and immediately, he left his newfound place in thedrawing room to throw himself down the hallway towards the kitchen. Heheard Molly rushing in the same direction, and when he entered thekitchen to see Hermione trying her hardest to prise Ron away fromMalfoy, who was shrieking in rage and doing his best to fight backdespite being pinned down. “GET OFF OF HIM!” Harry shouted, and hehardly saw Ron smile at him, knowing that Ron assumed that he wasyelling at Draco, but Harry fisted a handful of Ron’s red hair anddragged him off of Draco, who sat up shakily, tears streaming down hisface from adrenaline, and he pushed Ron in to Hermione, glaring. “Whatdo you think you’re doing?!”
Molly bustled in a second later andlaunched herself immediately at Ron, yelling in a way too reminiscentof the Howler she sent in their second year, but Harry turned his backon them before looking down at Draco. His gaze immediately softened ashe saw Draco trembling and bleeding there on the wooden floor, and hereached down a hand to him. “He’s broken your nose,” he whispered as hepulled Draco to his feet and a little closer than was necessary, but noone seemed to notice. “Episkey!” He watched as Draco’s noserearranged itself on his face, and he smiled at the grimace this spelleffected from Draco. “There...I’d go wash if I were you.” Harry feltparticularly warm, having just healed Draco, done him any sort of good,and he rather felt like staying this closely pressed to Draco despitethe fact that his friends were right there. “Er...Can I come along?”
Dracowiped the blood from his face on the back of his hand and have a thickswallow before he sneered, undignified, at Harry. “No thanks, Potter.”And with that, he did his best to make a regal exit, despite the blooddripping from his chin. Harry’s shoulders slumped, unseen by anyone butHermione. She stepped around Molly, who was still yelling herselfhoarse at Ron, and walked up behind Harry. Her hand raised slowly, andshe hesitated for a few seconds before she lay her hand on the curve ofHarry’s right shoulder.
“Harry?” she inquired in whisper, soclose to him that her breasts pressed lightly against his back. She didnot notice. “Harry, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.” He drew sharplyaway from her, feeling indecent that she should feel so free with himthat she could touch him in such a way. “It’s nothing.” It certainlywas not, and he knew that he was hardly fooling her, but he did notcare. He thought for a moment about turning up the stairs to attempt tofind Draco and reason with him, but the image of Draco’s cold sneer andhating eyes materialised on the back of his eyelids, and he felt sick.
Harrywas not entirely sure how he ended up in the courtyard of NumberTwelve, Grimmauld Place, but the next thing he knew, he was bent overthe ill-kept flowerbed, wrenching weeds out of the ground. Smallshowers of dirt peppered the too-high grass, and he threw the weedsinto a small pile behind him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, not becausethe sun was beating down upon him, but because all he could think aboutwas Draco sprawled out on the kitchen floor, looking helpless andthoroughly in need of him, Harry. He pushed his sweaty hair away fromhis forehead with a filthy hand, spreading mud over his skin, but hedid not even notice. No, it would be Draco’s hand moving across hisskin, Draco’s hand moving down to caress his cheek, his neck, hischest, his stomach.
“Harry?” Ginny appeared in the doorway for amoment, seeing Harry perspiring copiously as he pulled crabgrass fromthe once-beautiful flowerbed. When he did not answer, nay, did not evenseem to hear her, she frowned and stepped out into the courtyard. Sheoutstretched a hand as Hermione had moments before, and she walked upbehind him to run her small fingers through his wet hair. “PractisingHerbology?” she asked with a little smile.
Harry froze when hefelt fingers in his hair outside of his daydream, and he whipped aroundin shock, half-expecting to see Draco standing there, wanting him, butit was just Ginny, and his face obviously fell. “Hi, Ginny,” hewhispered, and he turned back to the flowerbed. A pink earthworm waspoking its head out of the soil and wriggling, and Harry stared at itas he felt Ginny’s arms slide around his shoulders. When she pressedherself against his back, the sense of disgust he had felt withHermione was not present, but he did not find himself enjoying the softswell of her breasts as he had just a few months before. “What are youdoing?”
Ginny smiled and rested her chin on Harry’s shoulderfrom behind, inhaling the earthy scent of his hands and face. “I’m justbored. There’s nothing to do here...You’re obviously enjoying yourself,though,” she whispered against his ear, and she hesitated for a momentbefore she pressed her lips to his salty neck. She felt Harry stiffenin her arms, but she took it as a sign that he was shy, and she trailedthe tip of her button nose up his neck and to the pressure point justbelow his ear, where she pressed another kiss. “Harry, I miss you.” Sheallowed her lips to brush his ear when she said this, and she let herarms slip down around his waist.
Harry closed his eyes andremained still in her arms, not saying anything as she kissed him, butthen she was pulling him back onto his arse, turning him around andcupping his cheek in her palm. “Ginny?” he asked uncertainly, his voicetrembling lightly, but then she pressed her lips to his while entwiningher finger in his hair, and he was sure he felt his heart stop. Whileher tongue slipped between his lips and he instinctively kissed back,he saw over her shoulder a pair of chilling grey eyes glaring at himfrom a second-story window. His hands immediately shoved Ginny back,toppling her over into the pile of weeds, and he stared into Draco’seyes across the courtyard.
Ginny sat up, eyes wide, and sheplucked a few leaves and twigs from her hair before she followedHarry’s gaze to see nothing but an empty window. A troubled feelingwashed over her, and she tried to lean in to kiss Harry again, but hesuddenly raised his palm to her, and she found herself pressing herface into the earth stuck to his skin. “Gross! Harry!” she spluttered,and she slapped his arm away before glaring at him. “Harry,listen...We’re not going back to school, and I’m not going to be goingon any Order missions...Why can’t we be together, Harry?” She had nodesire to beat around the bush any longer, and she crossed her legs inthe grass.
When Draco disappeared from the window just as hestopped kissing Ginny, Harry switched his attention to her, and thequestion she inquired of him made him flush not with embarrassment butanger. “Ginny, it’s not a question of you being on missions!” heexclaimed, looking at her with one eye more narrowed than the other. Itwas a calculating look, a furious look that made Ginny shrink backinstinctively from him. “What if they found out about this place? Whatif they came in and found you and took you to get to me? You think theywouldn’t? They would know!” He had rehearsed this so much in his headthis summer, but when it came out of his mouth, the pain he expected toaccompany it was nonexistent. “They...They would use you as a weapon,Ginny, and I couldn’t do that to myself or Ron or your Mum.Besides...I’m over it.” It was as much of a revelation to him as it wasto her, and he saw the tears rise up in her eyes without any pain inhis chest.
“Over it?” Ginny asked weakly, and she scooted backover the grass with a nasty flutter in her stomach. “How can yoube...Harry, that doesn’t make any sense!” As was typical with herbrothers, when she was upset, she became angry, and Harry thought sherather looked like Ron with the baffled expression on her freckledface. “How can you be over it?! It’s hardly over!”
Ron, havingjust escaped from Molly, heard Ginny becoming frantic in the courtyard,and he strode over to the window to look out at his little sister andhis best friend. He could see even from his distance the tearsthreatening to fall down her cheeks, and he swallowed hard. He andHermione had been expecting this conversation between Harry and Ginnyall summer, and he was not entirely sure that he wanted to watch thetrain wreck, but he found himself unable to look away.
“It’sbeen over for months, Ginny! Look, I don’t even...I don’t even want tothink about being with you! I’m not compromising everything I’ve beenworking for, everything the Order’s been working for just so you can behappy!” It was cruel for him to say, merciless even, but it was so easyto say when he felt neither one way nor the other about her feelings onthe matter. Ginny was a friend, but not his best, and he meant everyword he said to her. “It’s one person’s happiness versus the wizardingworld’s happiness, and I’m afraid...”
“Shut up!” Ginny sobbed,and she scrambled to her feet. “Just shut up! I...Fuck you, HarryPotter!” And Harry watched as Ginny fled the courtyard, tears streamingand knees dirty. He frowned deeply a moment before he looked up to thewindow where Draco was previously standing, and there was a jolt in hisstomach as he realised that Draco was gazing at him again.
Dracofelt himself sneering when Potter looked up to him, and he opened thewindow and leaned out of it. “Breaking hearts, Potter?” he snarled, andhe wrinkled his nose at the sight of mud smeared across Potter’s face.“Making the Weasel girl cry? I saw her kiss you...How do you think Ifeel about that?” The wind caught his hair, whipping it around hisface, and he tucked a rogue lock behind his ear.
Harry felt hisheart pounding as Draco opened the window, and he felt his cheeksflush. “I...I didn’t kiss her back,” he called up to the blonde, and hehad the sudden urge to strip naked and bask in the sun. Perhaps itwould seduce Draco...but then again, he might find it too slutty, whichwould have the opposite desired effect, and he certainly did not wantthat. Harry settled for lying down on his side in the grass, his shirthitching up just enough to reveal a thin strip of flesh just above thehip. “I swear I didn’t, Draco...I didn’t mean to do–” Draco waved anarm and shook his head, and Harry immediately fell silent, his eyesfollowing the path of Draco’s hand. He had beautiful hands...
“Howdo you think I feel about looking out here to see you snogging theWeasel girl? You didn’t even try to hide it from me...What’s wrong withyou?!” He leaned even further out the window, his eyes filled withindescribable rage. To Harry, he knew it would be a torturous look, thelook of a man who felt himself betrayed, but to Draco, the rage boilingin his veins was owed to the fact that Potter just existed. “I’m hurt,Potter...I don’t think we can see each other anymore...”
IfDraco had expected a small reaction, he was incorrect in doing so.Harry looked immediately stricken, devastated, and Draco was takenaback by the look of utter despair on Harry’s face. “Y-youdon’t...Draco, we can’t just stop!” Harry protested, and Draco thoughthe saw the shimmer of tears in those green eyes. “How can you say that?I...I got rid of her for you! I don’t care anymore about protecting myfriends, just–”
“Just what, Potter? You just want to protectme?” Draco sneered nastily, wrinkling his nose. Potter was pathetic,possibly the most pathetic creature he had ever seen. “You want to killthe Dark Lord so I won’t have to hide anymore?”
“No!” Harrygrowled, his heart pounding as the sunlight caught Draco’s hair. “Ijust want to be with you!” This confession seemed painful for Harry,and Draco arched an elegant eyebrow before he cleared his throat in hisfist and smiled very softly. The smile was, to Harry, the equivalent ofa blessing from God, and he felt his heart threatening to burst fromhis chest when Draco reached out of the window and held a hand down toHarry from the second-story window. “I can’t reach you from there...”
Dracosnorted. “Not much of a wizard, are you?” he chortled haughtily, and hefollowed Harry with his eyes as the Gryffindor half-crawled across thecourtyard to the trodden-down flowerbed beneath it. Harry’s handstretched up, and Draco saw the other boy’s cheeks flush red as theirfingertips scarcely brushed. “Come on, then...” And he flicked hiswand, hissing, ‘Levicorpus!’ in his mind and giving a scathinglaugh as Potter flew up into the air by his ankle, which Draco promptlycaught. The spell seemed to render Potter weightless, which wasadvantageous in that Draco never would have been able to drag him inthrough the window in any other way. ‘Liberacorpus!’ Dracothought with another wand flick, and Harry fell to the wooden floor ofthe bedroom in a sweaty, muddy heap. “Now, go clean yourself up,Potter, then come back here and we will talk.”
Harryreturned to the outside of Draco’s bedroom around an hour later,freshly showered and dressed. He had spent more time in the shower thannormal, leaning his head against the cool tile wall and closing hiseyes. Every time Draco touched him, it was like an ache in his souldisappeared, and he just didn’t understand why. Last week, heknew that he did not feel anything towards Malfoy save for aggressionand anger, but now it was as though he needed Draco to be around, to bein the room, to be close and smiling. He could not figure out why,exactly, every word that Draco spoke seemed to be the force causing hisheart to continue beating, why every time Draco left the room, he dieda little, or why Draco’s usually nasty words cut him right to the soul.
Hepaused outside of the door, his hand poised to knock on the gleamingoak that Mrs. Weasley had done such a wonderful job of refinishing, andhe considered turning his back now and not going to see Draco thatevening. Perhaps it would coax Draco to him, make Draco want to be withhim more, and then, just maybe, Draco could understand what it was likeevery time Harry was left alone. Yet, despite these rebelliousthoughts, Harry’s knuckles rapped on the door firmly, and he heard asoft, “Come in...” from inside. He took a deep, steadying breath, andhe opened the door to step over the threshold.
It was impossiblydark in the room, especially because it was the middle of the day. Thecurtains were drawn, but there was obviously a spell cast on them toprevent any light from penetrating between the fibres of the cloth.Harry closed the door and squinted through the darkness, trying tolocate Draco, and he heard the sound of soft blankets rustling to hisleft. Instinctively, he turned to the noise, but just as he began totake a step forward, he heard, “Incarcerous!” He had no time tocast the Shield Charm before thick roped burst from the source of thevoice, and he hit the wall so hard he saw stars in the blackness. Theropes bound him seamlessly to the wall, and he thought of strugglingfor the moment before he felt warm, moist breath on his face, and allthoughts of fighting fled.
Draco grinned as he heard Harry fallstill in his bindings, and he stood very close, just inches away fromtouching the other boy. “It took you long enough, Potter,” he drawledlazily, and he lit the tip of his wand just brightly enough so he andHarry could see one another in the pressing darkness. Draco’s indexfinger of his left hand rose, and the blonde heard Potter’s breathhitch as he traced the pad of his fingertip across his throat. “Youlike to be touched, Potter?”
“Y-yes...” Harry’s voice washoarse, as though he had just been running a marathon, and he moanedsoftly as Draco’s finger traced the path from his clavicle to his ear.The bindings around his body twisted, forming different knots, andHarry felt his entire body begin to tremble when Draco reached abovehim. There was a long pause during which they stared one another in theeyes, and just when Harry thought Draco might kiss him, Draco’s handcame down, one of the ropes enclosed inside, and he pulled Harry’smouth open before inserting the rope between his teeth. The spell’sreaction was instantaneous–Harry’s head was jerked back against thewall again, and he choked slightly around the silken gag Draco hadprovided him. Uncertainty screamed protests in his mind, but hesuppressed the thoughts and watched, wide-eyed, as Draco lifted hiswand again.
“Scared, Potter? I would be if I were you...but noharm will come to you as long as you do not resist.” Draco’s voice wasas soft and silky as the rope in Harry’s mouth, and Harry shudderedviolently with the force of these words. He was not at all afraid ofDraco; moreover, he was absolutely positive that Draco would take careof him properly. Therefore, when Draco’s wand pressed to his chestwhere his finger had been a moment before, Harry was shocked, and hemurmured unintelligibly against his gag with an inquiring tone.“Shh...” This was whispered against his ear, and he shuddered just asDraco began to run the tip of the wand along Harry’s body.
Hemust have cast Diffindo nonverbally, for as Harry was just wondering ifDraco would press just an inch closer to close the gap between theirbodies, he felt his clothes falling away in strips. Green eyes widenedunseen in the dark, and his breath heavily quickened as he was renderednaked by the person he most wanted to see him in such a state. He wassuddenly aware of the draft in the room, and gooseflesh rose on hisarms and chest as Draco took a step back and lit his wand again, thistime more brightly, and the room was gently lit as though by manycandles. “Now, Potter...” Draco’s eyes washed over Harry’s nude body,which was favourably lit by the wand, and he smiled before he movedback to half-lie on the bed. There was a brief flash of darkness, thenDraco conjured several floating candles that seemed to cast light ononly he and Potter. “You’ve got quite a nice body, Potter...What do youthink of mine?”
Harry felt his heart stop as Draco made a showof unbuttoning his shirt slowly, another inch of pale, delicious fleshbeing revealed as each button popped open. The ghost of a nipple wasrevealed in the dim light, and Harry felt all the blood throbbing inhis wrists and feet rushing immediately to his cock, which gave alittle twitch and began to swell with heated arousal. Draco’s eyesflicked up to meet his, and he smiled ferociously as the shirt fellcompletely open, and he shrugged it off of his shoulders so that itfell upon the thick green blanket that was obviously knitted by Molly.Harry moaned softly against his gag, wanting–no, needing–to touch theexpanse of pale skin stretched over Draco’s stomach, the soft trail ofhair drawing the eye down from the bellybutton to the button-fly ofDraco’s trousers. Unbutton them, unbutton them, Harry foundhimself begging in his mind, and he drooled a little on his chin asDraco’s hands found the buttons and, even more slowly than he had withthe shirt buttons, undid them. He stood up briefly to allow thetrousers to fall to his ankles, and he stood there, naked save for hisblack boxer-briefs, for a moment to allow the candlelight to play itsfull effect on his skin.
He walked over to Harry then,standing two feet before him, and he looked obviously down to Harry’sfull, bobbing cock between them. “My, my...You seem to approve,” Dracopurred, and he tucked his thumbs into the tight elastic waistband ofhis underwear. Harry grunted against the wet silk in his mouth, and heclenched his hands into fists as Draco’s hands slid the last remainingarticle of clothing on his body down over his hips, and as theyfluttered to the wooden floor, he reached out and brushed hisfingertips along Harry’s stomach. “I thought you might...”
Hedrew his hand away and moved back to the bed, reclining on the mattressand propping himself into a half-sitting position with his left elbow.“Can you keep quiet?” he asked in a hiss, and when Potter noddedfrantically, he summoned a small bottle from the night stand with hiswand and flipped the top open. The bottle was upended into his righthand, and Harry’s eyes followed the sticky drops of clear lubricationas they dripped onto Draco’s palm. He felt his silk bindings move justa little, but ignored this completely as Draco’s hand slid down to cuphis own limp cock, coaxing it gently with his warm, slick hand. Itleapt to life in his grip, and Draco caught Harry’s eye with his ownand moaned loudly, more for effect than due to any real pleasure fromhis own, familiar touch. Harry yelped as, simultaneously, two ropesseemed to spring out of the wall, these made not of silk but ofleather, and they lashed across his thighs.
Harry struggledforward, eyes lustful and desperate, but the gag jerked his head backagain, and the whips lashed at his legs again, and he felt the skinsplit open this time. To his shock, he felt a drop of pre-ejaculateform on the end of his penis, and it quivered and hit the floor amoment before he was whipped again. The sight seemed to be spurningDraco forward, for Draco was watching intently, his hand fisting andpumping his cock almost lazily but with definite determination. Dracolifted his wand and flicked it before he continued, and Harry nearlychoked when another rope, this one made of silk, snaked out fromsomewhere behind him and caressed his testicles, his perineum. He losthimself in a moment of weakness, his thighs quivering with want, andhis green eyes locked on the gathering drops of pre-come on Draco’spale erection.
The green silk writhed so it cupped Harry’s ballsand massaged them with its movements, unmercifully leaving his cockuntouched, and the whips broke open the skin on Harry’s arms. Harryscreamed into the gag, another dribble from his cock hitting the flooralong with several drops of blood, but all he could think about was thesight of Draco before him, Draco masturbating, Draco–oh, God, Draco wascovering the end of his wand with lubrication. “You like watching,don’t you, Potter?” Draco hissed in an almost nasty tone, and Harryarched forward away from the wall as far as he could. Draco propped hiships up onto a few pillows and spread his legs wide, seeing the hungerin Harry’s eyes as he took the time to rub the lube on his arse. Heslipped one finger inside, then another, as though he had been doingthis all his life. His fingers spread apart, and he seemed to considerhimself sufficiently prepared, for he took his wand then and, with awink, pressed the thicker end of the wand against his arsehole.
Harrysuddenly hit the floor, the bindings temporarily giving way, though hewas still gagged as he landed on his hands and knees. He reached forhis own cock immediately, but one of the ropes snapped his arm back,then, punishing him, one of the leather whips snapped viciously overthe exposed expanse of his buttocks. “God, Potter, take it,” Dracohissed nastily as he pressed the end of his wand inside of himself andbegan to slowly pump it in and out. “You can’t touch your cock...Fuck,I’ll bet you’d love me to fuck you in the arse, wouldn’t you, you nastylittle slut?”
Harry groaned in response, and the silk wound‘round his hips and caressed the heated flesh of his erection just longenough to make Harry want to scream again, but the Draco was on thefloor in front of him, wand thrown aside, and Draco reached up with hisleft hand to slap Harry’s tear-streaked face. Harry seemed shocked, buthe leaned forward, craving any touch, even another slap, from Draco.The blonde grabbed the gag and jerked it away from Potter’s mouth,allowing him a full breath, and he gasped Draco’s name dryly as thecloth around his cock twisted and jerked him off in time with Draco’shand movements on his own cock. One of the leather ropes pressed drylyagainst Harry’s arse, and those green eyes widened as it pressed,painful and rough, into him. The sight of Harry’s rearing up onto onlyhis knees and the sound of his yelping made tingling sensations sparkto life in Draco’s thighs and testicles. He immediately reached out andknocked Harry onto his back with a strong shove, and Harry screamed astring of obscenities as the leather rope–rod was a more appropriatedescription–was shoved deep into his arse. Draco leapt over him on hishands and knees and pumped his cock furiously for just a moment beforehe threw his head back, slapping Potter in the face with his cock sohard as he came in heated spurts over his cheeks and glasses. “Fuck,FUCK!” he yelled with the intensity of the orgasm, his grey eyeswatching as his semen coated Harry’s face.
Harry choked witharousal and, noting that Draco’s magic seemed to have subsided slightlyin the moment, he reached down and grabbed his own erection, which wasaching and throbbing so hard that it only took three strokes before hewas overcome by his own orgasm. His arse tightened hard around theleather and he cried out, a drop of Draco’s semen trailing into hismouth, and he seized up as he came so hard that Draco’s arse wassplattered with it. He yelled hoarsely as he came, his hips buckingfiercely upward, and Draco’s name found its way into his screams. Whenthe paroxysms subsided, Harry collapsed into a weak heap on the floor,Draco still kneeling over him, and he turned his head to the sidebefore he promptly passed out.
Draco’s eyes widened slightly,and he shakily picked up his filthy wand before waving it at the ropesand leather, which vanished immediately. Harry groaned in hisunconscious state at the sudden lack of anything invading his body, andDraco siphoned the drying semen from Harry’s face and glasses beforeseizing him around the waist. With a loud ‘pop,’ they Apparated fromDraco’s room to Harry’s, where Draco was kind enough to lie hisdead-weight body on top of the blankets in the bed before he Apparatedback to clean himself up.
That had been the craziest thing he had ever done. Need to catch up? Chapter one