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Harry checked the message that had come through whilst Minerva had been discussing Albus’s progress. James was exactly like they’d all been worried about – exactly like his uncle; as Minerva has reiterated several times during the discussion.
ROR – ASAP.
“Harry, you coming back to the Burrow?” Her eyebrow raised.
“Sorry Gin, what?”
“The Burrow? Mum said she’d like to see you; she’s got another jumper for you.” She smirks.
“Err… sorry love. I’ve got to catch up with someone whilst I’m here. I’ll give you a call later?” He replies sheepishly.
“No worries, have fun!” She leans in and presses her lips to his cheek.
He smiles as he pushes his glasses back up his nose “I’m sure I will.”
It’s been years since he’d been inside the room of requirement; standing outside in the corridor waiting for the door to appear. His heart racing slightly, as it materialises in front of him before walking through. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was expecting but he stops suddenly as the door shuts behind him. The stone walls dark, with minimal sconces flickering in the background. The dungeon, fuck. Specifically, the cells around the sides resembling those in Malfoy Manor. Ones Draco had now returned to wine and whisky storage. His hand instinctively goes towards his wand as a sound behind him causes him to spin and draw.
“Expel” The spell cuts short as his wand is ripped from his grip.
“Now, now Potter. Have you learned nothing since school?” A cold voice comes from the dark; as a shadow moves along the wall. Grey eyes flash, and white-blonde hair as Draco Malfoy steps forward.
“Draco… what are you doing here?” Harry’s eyes narrow as Malfoy steps closer, moving around him with languid grace. His tall muscular frame enclosing despite the physical difference; the years of quidditch has proven good for Malfoy. Where Draco was all predator, Harry was fully aware his strength was more wired; taut when backed into a corner.
“How’re the little half-bloods? Just as incompetent as their father? Just as desperate for approval?” Malfoy’s teeth flash, a sneer as he circles round.
“Enough!” Harry snaps.
“All’s fair in love and war Harry. I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands.” Draco drops into a throne, central to the room, gesturing his arms wide.
“Give me back my wand Malfoy or tell me what you want.”
“You, on your knees. Pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.” Malfoy smirks at him, gesturing down and Harry freezes as he notices a distinct bulge against Malfoys leg.
“What?” He chokes.
“Come on Potter, don’t tell me you haven’t laid in bed at night, your hand fisted around yourself, pumping your cock imagining it was me. Wondering if I’d swallow you down, or spit your cum back into your mouth.”
Harry looks at Draco, eyebrow raised. Shirt slightly open and hair mussed. Sleeves rolled up and dark mark exposed.
“Just one night Potter; and you’ll get your answers to how it feels to take my cock. Say yes.”
Harry’s eyes drift from Malfoy’s strained trousers to his lax posture draped across the throne.
“Yes.” His voice quiet.
“Louder Potter.” Draco’s eyes meet his.
“Yes.” His voice firm now.
Malfoy unleashes a severe grin “Good boy.”
Warmth curls through him at the praise and he feels his cheeks pinken.
The grin drops from Draco’s face “Now crawl.”
Harry’s knees hit the floor with a sharp sting, his palms following as he crawls towards Malfoy. The cold stone scuffs his trousers, as little nicks carve their way into his palms. He pauses when he reaches the base of Malfoy’s leather shoes and looks up. Candlelight flickering behind the blonde gives an ethereal glow to his features. Malfoy leans forward, elbows rested on his knees and thumb pulling on his full lip, exposing the ball of his tongue piercing as Harry’s mouth goes dry.
“Scared Potter?” A sneer, with glacial features and dilated pupils.
“Yes.” Harry whispers; his heart racing.
Malfoy reaches forward and Harry feels soft fingers caress his jaw before they grip tight into his cheeks and force his mouth open.
“I wonder what your precious wife would say knowing you’re on your hands and knees before me, waiting for my cock.” Harry notices a flash of silver before Draco shoves a finger in his mouth and he gags, a cool metal sensation at the back of his throat before it is dragged along his tongue. As it withdraws and Harry’s throat relaxes, he notices the signet ring on Malfoys long fingers. “This won’t be the only ring I violate Potter.” Harry inhales sharply as lips graze his ear “The other one I’m going to fucking destroy.”
Harry’s face hits the stone as he’s thrown back; his dick solid against his leg as Draco smirks.
“Thought you’d like it rough Potter. Now; how is it the Chosen One spends his time these days?”
Harry’s eyes narrow “Why? Planning on starting another genocide?”
He watches as Draco drags the ball of his tongue bar along his teeth with a smile; as he leans forward legs spread.
“You planning to fight me, Potter? I admit, I do like a challenge. I’m quite happy to pin you down and rut into you; I bet the idea alone is making your dick drip.” He watches as Draco leans back with a small shrug. “No matter; this time I don’t think you’ll stand up. I think you’ll lay down and take it, like a good boy. This time… I think you’ll beg for it as your tongue licks my shoes.”
Harry watches as Draco’s fingers tap the arms of the throne; before his voice takes on a cruel edge.
“Tell me I’m wrong half-blood.” Harry swallows sharply as a smile carves along Malfoy’s pristine features. “Thought so. So be a good little mutt and clean my shoes for me.”
His long elegant fingers click as he points to his feet and Harry pulls himself over. As he drops his head down, Malfoy threads his fingers through his hair and presses down, his nose bumping against the leather. “Spit Potter, I want them shining.”
He draws some saliva into his mouth and spits, watching as it trickles down. Before his tongue sneaks out and drags circles around; he hears Malfoy’s breath catch and looks up through his eyelashes to see an intent gaze watching the motion of his tongue. Flattening his tongue, he drags up to the laces before curling them around with the tip. A low groan escapes Malfoy’s lips as he continues to lap at the supple leather.
“Good boy, now you wouldn’t want to leave a job half done, would you?” Malfoy’s voice caresses.
“No.” Harry whines.
“No what?” A fist tightens in his hair as Malfoy’s eyes spark.
“No Master.” He whispers.
“Fuck.” Malfoy chokes, before shoving his head down to the other foot.
Harry drags the lace up around his tongue and bites down, pulling it away between his teeth. Steadily undoing the perfect knot, before tilting his head to the side and dragging his tongue along the side of the shoe. A tug on his hair. “Get on your knees Potter.” He straightens, looking up into Malfoy’s heated stare. “What does the mutt want next?” Long fingers stroke down Harry’s cheek, curving under his jaw as his chin tilts up.
Harry looks into steely eyes before trailing his gaze down the athletic body in front of him, muscular chest straining the suit shirt, thighs thick and spread before finishing on the swollen cock protruding against the top of Malfoys thigh, “You.”
The man before him leans back with a smirk, blonde hair falling into his eyes as his lip’s curls.
“I’m all yours Potter, lets see if you can take me.” He gestures downwards but makes no move to remove his clothing as Harry raises his shaking hands and begins to run them along Malfoy’s thighs. His thumbs diggings slightly into the muscle as Malfoy groans; trailing his hands up further he reaches the centre and cups him through the fabric with his left hand; gently pressing down as he takes his right hand and begins to tease the tip of Malfoy’s thick cock through the fabric. A hiss sounds and he looks into Draco’s eyes with a smirk of his own, before drifting his hands up and unclasping the belt.
“Wait.” Malfoy rasps, pushing his hands back and Harry watches as he wraps the belt around his fist and drags it away. “Lean forward Potter.” He does as he’s told as the leather gets looped around his neck and tightened, just enough to make his dick twitch and some tension when he swallows. “You belong on a lead.” Malfoy tugs the belt backward and it drags his head back, exposing the curve of his neck to the man in control of him.
“Yes Master.”
“Continue.” Draco tugs again before relaxing his hold and Harry leans forward, wrapping his lips around the middle buttons on the trousers whilst his right hand undoes the top, and his left returns to caressing the balls in his grasp. When all the buttons have released and the tension relaxes slightly Malfoy’s dick bounces, less constrained. Harry can make out the shapes of the piercing against the tight boxers, and the damp patch forming at the tip. Wetting his tongue, he drags it along the swollen length, notching along the piercings as a curse escapes Draco’s lips, tasting the salty musk through the fabric. Bringing his hands up he begins working the shirt buttons free, the slight calluses on his hands scraping the smooth skin of Malfoy’s chest as it is slowly exposed to his sight. There is a dusting of blonde hair covering his chest, and Malfoy’s abs tense as Harry leans forward and licks along the edges as they twitch beneath him, scars raised under his tongue.
A glint of silver flashes from Malfoy’s chest and Harry tongues the bar through his nipple before murmuring “Is this new Master?”
“Yes.” Draco’s voice comes out strained at Harry’s teasing. Trailing his nails down the solid chest in front of him, he carves pretty lines into the tissue before his hands drop to Malfoy’s boxes drags the thick cock free. “Incarcerous.”
Harry looks up in shock as his hands are bound, lips parted as Malfoy runs a hand through his platinum hair with a groan; dick twitching and he fists himself with the other. Harry whines, he can see the glistening tip as Draco spreads precum around with his thumb before bringing it to Harry’s lips. Malfoy doesn’t need to say anything before his tongue flicks out and the taste floods through him with a moan and sees the silver eyes darken. Malfoy grabs the lead and pulls back, Harry’s neck tugging as his mouth drops open.
“Stick out your tongue half-blood.”
“Eyes on me.” Malfoy snarls, and Harry’s eyes dart up. Looking at Malfoy’s parted lips, teeth biting down. “One day I’m going to paint that pretty face in my come. Would you like that?”
“Yes Master.”
“Is that what you want today, Potter? Do you want me to come all over your face?” Harry groans at the questions, as Draco digs his fingers into his cheeks and forced his mouth wide. “Do you want me to come down your throat until your choke? Until you’re gagging on me? Or…” Harry feels the belt tighten as his eyes widen and Draco drags him up as his vision darkens. “Or… do you want me to fuck that tight little asshole of yours until my come runs out and down your thighs, leaving you sticky and wanting, dripping with no release of your own. Choose.”
A whimper leaves Harry’s throat as he pictures being forced down and Malfoy’s dick pressing into his ass; the idea of being stretched and fucked into the floor making his own cock weep.
“Fuck me, Master.” He begs.
“Good answer.” Malfoys voice a caress. “Now earn it.”
Harry head is suddenly shoved down onto the throbbing cock, his tongue gliding along the metal work and Draco thrusts to the back of his throat. He swallows. The bars teasing at the back as he pictures them gliding in and out of his ass; shuffling forward he presses his swollen cock against Malfoy’s legs and begins to rub against him, desperately seeking friction. The belt around his throat keeping his vision slightly dark as he’s dragged up and down the silky swollen length, he sucks and swallows; hollowing his cheeks out and Draco’s fingers press in, feeling the slight pain at the pressure as the cock drags along his lips. Saliva running freely from his mouth, leaving Malfoy’s trousers wet beneath them. He moans, vibrations causing a choked sound from the man fucking his face as he desperately moves against Malfoy’s leg.
“You fucking my leg mutt?” An amused voice as Harry looks up with a whimper and nods; he needs to be touched. He needs to have his cock free. He’s yanked back and his lips release Malfoy with a pop, spit trailing between the swollen dick and his mouth as he pants. “Only good boys get to come, and you’re not being a good boy, Potter. You’re being a filthy little half-breed, rubbing his dirty little cock all over me.”
“Please Master.” Harry whines.
A sting as Malfoy backhands him, signet ring emblazoned on his cheek and his dick throbs. “Do you want to be punished mutt or will you be a good boy?”
Harry’s brain stops firing, the idea of being punished conflicting with his desire for praise.
A cruel laugh escapes from Malfoy, “Oh look at that, the little brat wants both.” He leans forward and Harry whimpers as Draco drags his tongue along Harry’s face, the warm smooth muscle contrasted by the bar through the centre. “Well then, how about I fuck your bitch mouth until you vomit?”
A long groan escapes his lips “Yes.” The idea of choking on Malfoy’s cock adding further pain to his already strained prick.
Draco chuckles, “Hmmm… too easy. I can see how much you want it. I could put my cock right here…” Harry’s lips are forced open as the tip of Malfoy’s cock presses in and he instinctively wraps his swollen lips around the end and flicks his tongue against it. “See, you muddied little whore; desperate to swallow. But what if it’s not come, what if I piss on you, will you swallow that down too? Like the good boy you so desperately want to be?” The cock in his mouth bounces and Harry freezes before Malfoy laughs “Not my kink Potter, but based on that pretty little flush I’d say you’d try it.”
Harry feels his face flush, not entirely sure but his anxiety to please the man before him makes him know what the answer would have been. “No Potter, if I was going to punish you, really punish you? Then you’d find your asshole stretched beyond recognition, and I’d play you like a fucking puppet.”
The long fingers grasp his hair and shove his head down as hips thrust up, and he splutters, unable to stop the vicious onslaught with his hands bound. The thick cock slamming into the back of his throat as he tries to hollow his cheeks and tongue, swallowing every time the dick hits the back. His head is rammed down and his nose digs into Malfoy’s pubic bone, trimmed hairs scratching the tip as he swallows. Saliva pouring round his lips as he coughs and gags; he desperately tries to inhale as the belt tightens. “Fuck Potter.” Malfoy’s choked voice gasps out as he feels the cock pulsing before Draco wraps his fist around the base and squeezes. Bile rises in the back of Harry’s throat as he keeps gagging, his own prick beginning to reach a painful level of hard as he sees stars before he’s wrenched back by the throat and drops onto his elbows, turning on to his side and dry heaving from the stimulus. Eyes never leaving the malicious god before him, one hand tightly wrapped around his glistening cock and the other gripping the arm on the chair.
“Get up Potter. Strip.”
Harry’s pushes himself to his feet, binds finally unleashed. His fingers trembling as he slowly undoes his shirt and pulls it off. His own body lean, dark hair coating his chest and running down to the line of his trousers. Dick pressing against the tip of his trousers. He unzips and pulls them off. His prick bounces as Malfoy trails a hungry gaze over him.
“Turn around and get on all fours.” His voice dark and Harry swallows, before turning around and slowly lowering to his knees, then his elbows. A long low groan escapes Draco behind him. “Fuck look at you.” Before he hears movement and a presence behind him as Malfoy kneels down before a sharp sting and a loud crack makes Harry gasp.
“Good boy.” A soothing motion rubs his ass now as Draco’s thumb digs into the muscle, before Harry feels the flat of Malfoy’s tongue runs along the curve of his ass. He freezes. “Relax Potter.” As the solid bar of the pierced tongue presses against his tight ring and he whimpers as the tongue presses in, gently at first and then with more power as Harry whines as Malfoy begins to tongue-fuck his ass in earnest.
“Fuck this tight hole, I’m going to ruin you, Potter.” His breath stalls as a large hand wraps around his cock. Malfoys thumb coating his prick in precum before he begins moving his fist in tandem with his tongue pressing deep. Harry pushes back into Malfoy’s face, as his lead is pulled tight. “That’s it Potter, fuck yourself against my tongue.” Harry pants and he presses back, as Draco’s tongue curls and twists, he moves faster against the hard muscle breaching him and rocks his hips into the fist, chasing his end. Before Draco pulls back and lets go of his cock and Harry nearly collapses with need, a sob escaping him. “Now now, I’m not done with you yet.” Fingers press against his lips and he opens wide and Malfoy fucks his throat with his hand, until he’s choking and the fingers are coated before pulling them away and Harry feels them press against his tight hole; now empty and needy he pushes back onto them as Draco groans “Fuck you’re so desperate.”
Harry feels cool metal against his ring before pushing back, fully aware Malfoy now had him branded inside and out. His mouth suddenly forced open by Draco’s other hand as he’s finger fucked from the front and back. Gagging around the hand, his ass tightens and he chokes on the sensation of being filled from both sides as the fingers ram deeper into his ass.
“One day Potter, I’ll make sure you’re filled up. You’ll be choking on someone’s cock whilst I fill your tight ass with my come. Then if you’ve been good, I may let someone else fill you with theirs.” The voice tight, and Harry barely takes in the words as he pictures Nott being the one filling him. A third finger pushes through and he whimpers, waiting for the moment Draco decided to fill him properly. “Fuck, you’re ready.” The fingers pull out from both sides suddenly and the large head of Malfoy’s cock presses against him, as he gasps. “What do you need?” The voice against his ear a caress.
“I need your dick in my ass; I need you to fuck me into the ground.” He whines.
“You want me to fuck you into the stones? Dragging your filthy little prick along the floor, grazing your pretty face?” Draco sneers.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” A sharp crack as his ass stings from the blow. The head breaches him.
“Yes Master.” The dick slams in and Harry screams. His head yanked back by the leash as Malfoy pounds into him, the ribbed piercing dragging against his tight walls as Malfoy grunts. Despite the prep, Draco is larger than expected. His ass is stretched and every drag results in a sharp hiss.
“You can take this Potter. If you’d lost the war, you’d have taken this every day. I’d have filled you every day, then fucked you again as the come dripped out your ass. I would have invited others, watched as they fucked you. Nott wants you. Still wants you. I would have owned you and rented you out like a fuck-toy, he could have pleaded to have you first but it would have been my come he was fucking into this tight hole. And you would have begged for it like the dirty little half-blood you are.” Draco snaps and tightens the leash further as Harry chokes, before he pulls him back further and Harry is slammed down onto the solid dick as he almost sits on Draco’s thighs.
Allowing Malfoy to drag his tongue along his throat, Harry turns his face and meets the steely gaze, as he bounces up and down feeling the thick shaft gliding and he presses his lips to the blonde who swallows the kiss with a groan. A fist grips Harry’s cock and begins to pump tightly as his hips are moved in tandem. Tongues battling as the bar strokes the inside of Harry’s mouth and the pierced cock fucks his ass, the panting between them as he pulls back slightly and drops his sweaty forehead to the man holding him.
“Fuck Harry I...” Malfoy chokes off with a hiss as the cock drives deeper and Harry whines, the fist gripping him speeding up and something catches deep in him and he begins to pant. Malfoy shoves him forward back onto all fours and drives into him with new speed, slamming his hips before he hears a spitting noise and wet trails down his ass “Let’s see how much more you can take Potter. I told you I’d destroy this ass.”
Harry gasps as a finger works in on top of the cock “Hnng, Draco.” The fist tightens and moves fast as Malfoys hips ram him down onto his chest, ass in the air taking the already girthy cock and now Malfoy’s fingers deep. “Malfoy! I’m going to.”
A bright light fills the room and the door opens, Draco doesn’t relent, pounding into Harry’s ass while he screams and comes all over the fist gripping him, firing up against his own chest.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE NOTT!” Comes a distinctly distressed Draco Malfoy’s voice.
As the man behind Harry thrashing him comes with a long exceedingly loud groan hips stuttering as Harry feels come flooding into his ass, lubricating the finger still pumping in and out of him whilst he shakes on the floor.
“YOU TOLD ME YOU NEEDED HELP! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU MESSAGE ME?”
Theo moans behind him still moving his hips as Harry blushes “I did need help, firstly I never would have managed this without that favour so thank you. Secondly you know I get off on being watched, and thanks to you we’re both utterly ruined.”
“Potter, I swear to god if you make eye contact with me now, I’m setting Hermione on you.”
One Month Earlier
Theo
Theo drops down next to the gorgeous brooding blonde that is his best friend with a smile, as Malfoy picks up his coffee and leans back suspiciously eyeing him.
““… Draco Lucius Luqueleius Lisabethian Larentia Malfoy…”
“Still not my name…” Draco mutters miserably.
“How’s Granger?”
“Malfoy” Draco responds pointedly. “Is miserable, I’d be surprised if she agrees to another at this rate.”
“Apologies, old habit. Separate note I need your signet ring.” Theo smiles.
“Absolutely fucking not.” His friend snaps at him before putting down his coffee and folding his arms over his chest.
“See, that right there is the problem, if you were fucking Nott I wouldn’t need it. It’s important.” Theo whines.
Draco narrows his eyes “No. Transfigure your own if you’re that desperate to play dress up.”
“Excellent idea!” He perks up. “However, I do have a favour to ask.”
“Whatever it is, no.”
“You owe me Draco.” Theo leans forward and bops Draco’s nose.
Draco snarls at him “Fine. What do you want?”
Theo holds one finger up “Firstly, I need you to come when I ask, immediately, no questions asked. Secondly, I need a couple of strands of your gorgeous hair.”
“…Why would you want that?”
Theo grins manically as his friend stiffens “…Reasons.”