The Large Metal Magic-Proof Cage
Title: The Large Metal Magic-Proof Cage
Rating: PG13
Genre: Crack/Humor/General
Langth: 2119
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The cage was supposed to hold people who tried crossing the bridge, but it doesn't work out quite that way.
Note: Written for hp_fairytales prompt 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff.'
Seven months. Seven months of living in a house built into the rock hanging mere feet above the moat's water. Seven months and coincidentally seven floods. Seven months of silence, until now.
"What do you mean you can't apparate?" a voice shrieked. "Let me try."
Someone laughed. Draco was surprised he could hear whoever they were across the turbulent water, which was always turbulent thanks to some spell the Dark Lord had him cast.
"Hey, there's a bridge!"
"It doesn't look sturdy."
"Try a lightening charm on us," a third voice suggested.
"Like that'll work. I don't think we can use magic here."
Their voices dropped and Draco couldn't hear anything else. He crept behind the bushes until he was squatting next to the end of the bridge. Now he was ready to capture whoever it was and throw them into the cage that took up half his kitchen, like a good little Death Eater. He was annoyed. If he had known waking this morning meant he would finally have to do his job he wouldn't have gotten up. Half the time he didn't anyway. There was nothing to do but try and find whatever he was supposed to be guarding.
Loud creaking filled the air.
"Careful!" a feminine voice called out.
She had a point. He had never ventured across the bridge, and never would. When he first arrived at the land (he wasn't sure what to call it) he apparated across before Snape put up the wards. Peering through the bush Draco tried to make out who it was -- maybe he knew them -- but the leaves were too thick. A soft splash caught his attention and he looked at the water. A piece of wood was being carried away. That bridge would be collapsing any day now.
The bridge stopped swinging and feet moved off it. Then it started creaking again. Another person was going across. Draco jumped up to face...Weasley.
"Malfoy?" he faltered, scratching his neck.
Draco blinked at him. How was he supposed to take him to the cage? He couldn't use magic. Maybe he could just push Weasley off the cliff. He went to move forward but Weasley's face darkened.
"You bastard! It's because of you Bill's..." He dwindled off, staring at the sharp rock in Draco's hands. Then he bolted.
Draco fell to the ground in laughter. He didn't bother to chase after Weasley. If he couldn't find it Weasley wouldn't.
"Come on!"
Draco jumped. Granger was standing in front of him, staring down. There was a look of disgust on her face. Then she walked away, heading in the direction Weasley had ran off to. Draco sighed heavily and stood, following. He needed to catch somebody or the Dark Lord would be furious. Besides, someone probably already took whatever it was one of those days Draco stayed in the house.
The rock missed Granger's head by a few inches. She gaped at him. It was a small rock! Draco rolled his eyes; melodramatic Gryffindors.
"The thing is--"
"Harry's coming next. Go bother him. Or leave us alone and we won't mention you being here." She placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.
Potter was coming! Draco refrained from clapping his hands together in joy. It'd been seven months since he'd seen Potter, and even longer since he'd really paid any attention to insulting him, what with more important tasks going on during sixth year. He couldn't wait to start that again. There was nothing else to do on this god forsaken pile of earth anyway.
A twig cracked, taking Draco away from his thoughts. Granger wasn't there anymore. Well, shit. If anyone had a chance of finding it, she did, as much as it pained Draco to admit. He really needed to throw her in the cage. Besides, the Dark Lord was already suspicious that Draco had captured nobody.
"What are you doing here?" a voice questioned behind him. Draco turned to find Potter there, in all his messy-haired glory. "What happened to you?"
Draco blinked in confusion. Potter wasn't...concerned, was he? No, that couldn't be it. Potter had trailed after him all last year; he wanted to know how close he was to his guesses.
"What are you doing here?" he shot back, knowing well enough that he sounded stupid. Why'd it feel so good to see Potter? It was making him happy, so happy he couldn't think of any scathing insults.
Potter's face scrunched. "You don't know?" he asked incredulously.
An idea was slowly coming to him. "Yes, that thing."
"Thing?"
Draco leaned in close and whispered, his breath rousing the hair at Potter's ear, "I know where it is." He leaned back, savoring the reaction. But then Potter had to ruin it by narrowing his eyes.
"Who else is here? What other Death Eaters are here?"
Draco's eyes slid to his clothed arm.
"Where's Ron and Hermione?"
Draco grinned. "I caught them." He allowed Potter to splutter for a few moments before offering, "Want to see them? I have them in this nice metal cage. It's magic-proof of course because the whole bloody place is."
Potter moved towards him then stopped. "I don't believe you."
"Then let them there," Draco said, heading back to the house, knowing Potter would follow. He couldn't leave his friends behind even though it was practically impossible for Draco to catch them in the short amount of time that it took for them to cross the bridge.
Once they reached the end of the cliff, Draco cast a look over his shoulder, making sure Potter wasn't thinking of pushing him off. Instead, Potter had his head cocked and a pondering look on his face.
"What?" Draco snapped, crouching down and stepping carefully on the first foot holder in the rock.
A blush coated Potter's cheeks. "Nothing it's just... You don't get around much, do you?"
"Excuse me?" He glowered at Potter. "Are you saying I'm fat?" he asked dangerously.
"Well," Potter started and Draco's mouth fell open. He might spend half his time lying in bed but it wasn't like he gorged himself on food -- mostly because there was nothing to eat. He shouldn't be fat. A hand flung to his stomach, checking. Potter corrected, "No, your arse."
"Huh?" Draco grabbed his arse.
"It's just it...wiggles. Oh, not much! More then it did sixth year. Do you just lie around?"
All he could do was gape. "My arse does not wiggle!"
"Not much!" Potter repeated, holding his hands out in surrender. Draco angrily grabbed them, tugging him down the rock and onto the ledge outside of the wooden door. He wrenched it open and shoved Potter inside, not even bothering to shut the door. The cage was in seeing distance from the door so it was only a matter of time before Potter realized he was lying and ran out.
"Erm, nice home," Potter said awkwardly.
Draco stepped in front of him. "Close your eyes."
Potter eyed him suspiciously. "No."
"Then you're not seeing Granger or Weasley." He crossed his arms. Eventually Potter shut his eyes. Draco grabbed the front of Potter's sweatshirt and pulled him into the kitchen, watching his eyelids flutter but not open.
Luckily he kept the cage door open. Quickly he shoved Potter in but he tripped, latching onto Draco and pulling them both to the bottom. The door clinked shut, audibly locking.
"What the bloody hell was that for, Malfoy?" Potter yelled, hitting him on the shoulder. Draco didn't react, just staring at the cage door. He locked himself in the cage! And the key was in the drawer on the other end of the kitchen.
Draco turned to Potter and stared in horror at him.
"What?" Potter looked at the lock. "Are we locked in?"
Draco nodded and flopped back, head banging harshly on the metal floor. He winced but otherwise didn't move. Now he was stuck in a cage with someone who thought his arse wiggled. How fanbloodytastic.
Five minutes later Potter tossed himself onto the floor beside Draco, giving up on the lock. They stayed that way for the longest time. Draco decided they would eat Potter first because there was no way Potter would get his grubby mouth on any part of Draco. Then again, he didn't want to eat a half-blood. But that half-blood called him fat so it didn't matter.
Draco stood and shook his hips, craning his neck to look at his arse. He was terribly bored. He shook harder, then gasped loudly. It wiggled! He groaned and poked his arse, realizing that it wasn't as firm as it used to be.
Potter was staring at him.
"Stand up and shake," Draco demanded. He betted Potter's arse shook more.
Potter's stared even harder.
He motioned for Potter to stand. "Get up. I want to see whose arse is flabbier."
Potter shook his head. "Just forget I said that."
"No. Up."
Green eyes flashed. "Wiggle again. I wasn't paying attention. Then I'll go."
Draco rolled his eyes but complied, shaking his hips and staring at his arse, hating the little quiver it gave. "Your turn." His eyes met Potter's.
"Do it again," Potter said hoarsely.
A shiver ran down Draco's spine. He shook, this time watching Potter's face. His eyes clouded up with something Draco was unfamiliar with. His mouth opened slightly and tongue peaked out to moisten his lips. Potter looked absolutely arousing, and Draco's cock seemed to agree.
Draco dropped to the floor, knees banging onto the metal. Potter stopped breathing and stared wide-eyed at him. Draco cast one final look around the cage, spared a thought that he was glad it was so large, then threw himself on top of Potter. They landed roughly, lips fighting to dominate. Potter's hands latched onto Draco's arse, rubbing and pushing him downward, onto Potter's arousal. Draco moaned, jamming a knee between Potter's legs and moving rapidly.
Draco thrust his hands underneath Potter's sweatshirt and dug fingernails into his skin, rutting against his leg. Their noses bumped as Potter kissed him again, their tongues battling for dominance now. Potter smelled like the outdoors but he tasted like butterscotch.
Draco pulled Potter's sweatshirt up and over his head, tossing it so it hit the cage bars before falling to the floor. Potter's hands landed back on his arse, kneading.
Someone yelled.
Draco sprang off him, breathing heavily. Granger and Weasley were standing in the open doorway. They walked closer until they entered the kitchen. Potter was yanking his sweatshirt back on.
"Harry?" Granger ventured. Wealsey shook his head, muttering.
"The key's in that drawer," Draco said, pointing. "The one next to the fridge."
Neither of them made a move for it. They were looking at Potter, who sighed heavily, spared a quick glance for Draco, and then spoke. "We need to take him with."
Weasley started coughing. Granger hit him on the back a few times before saying in a deathly quiet voice, "We're not taking him with because you want to..." She waved her hand at them. Draco hoped she would lose her footing on the way out and fall into the water.
Potter was looking at Weasley though. Finally Weasley's eyes lit up and he turned to Granger. "But we have to."
Granger spluttered.
"No, he'll tell You-Know-Who and that'll give him a head start."
Draco glanced at Potter, noticing that his sweatshirt wasn't down the whole way and a sliver of his side showed. He felt an overwhelming desire to lick. Luckily Potter stood and walked to the door, grabbing onto the bars and whispering to them. Draco sighed in annoyance.
Eventually Weasley sprinted to the drawer and took out the key. Once they opened the door Potter dashed out. It shut right behind him. Draco glared at them.
"Sorry," Potter said, shifting uneasily. The other two didn't look sorry at all. "We just need to get something and then we'll be back."
"Why do I have to be locked up?" Draco wailed.
Potter shrugged and they headed out the kitchen. "You could tell Voldemort we are here. That wouldn't be good for us."
Before Draco could protest any longer they shut the door, leaving him alone. In the bloody metal cage. When he still needed to wank from previous activities with Potter. He settled against the bars angrily and reached a hand down his pants. He vowed to cause as much trouble as possible while with them. He could shag Potter. That would annoy Granger and Weasley. He stroked himself, slowly getting closer to relief. Yes, shagging Potter sounded like a good idea. And it wouldn't be nice; Potter needed to be paid back.
Rating: PG13
Genre: Crack/Humor/General
Langth: 2119
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The cage was supposed to hold people who tried crossing the bridge, but it doesn't work out quite that way.
Note: Written for hp_fairytales prompt 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff.'
Seven months. Seven months of living in a house built into the rock hanging mere feet above the moat's water. Seven months and coincidentally seven floods. Seven months of silence, until now.
"What do you mean you can't apparate?" a voice shrieked. "Let me try."
Someone laughed. Draco was surprised he could hear whoever they were across the turbulent water, which was always turbulent thanks to some spell the Dark Lord had him cast.
"Hey, there's a bridge!"
"It doesn't look sturdy."
"Try a lightening charm on us," a third voice suggested.
"Like that'll work. I don't think we can use magic here."
Their voices dropped and Draco couldn't hear anything else. He crept behind the bushes until he was squatting next to the end of the bridge. Now he was ready to capture whoever it was and throw them into the cage that took up half his kitchen, like a good little Death Eater. He was annoyed. If he had known waking this morning meant he would finally have to do his job he wouldn't have gotten up. Half the time he didn't anyway. There was nothing to do but try and find whatever he was supposed to be guarding.
Loud creaking filled the air.
"Careful!" a feminine voice called out.
She had a point. He had never ventured across the bridge, and never would. When he first arrived at the land (he wasn't sure what to call it) he apparated across before Snape put up the wards. Peering through the bush Draco tried to make out who it was -- maybe he knew them -- but the leaves were too thick. A soft splash caught his attention and he looked at the water. A piece of wood was being carried away. That bridge would be collapsing any day now.
The bridge stopped swinging and feet moved off it. Then it started creaking again. Another person was going across. Draco jumped up to face...Weasley.
"Malfoy?" he faltered, scratching his neck.
Draco blinked at him. How was he supposed to take him to the cage? He couldn't use magic. Maybe he could just push Weasley off the cliff. He went to move forward but Weasley's face darkened.
"You bastard! It's because of you Bill's..." He dwindled off, staring at the sharp rock in Draco's hands. Then he bolted.
Draco fell to the ground in laughter. He didn't bother to chase after Weasley. If he couldn't find it Weasley wouldn't.
"Come on!"
Draco jumped. Granger was standing in front of him, staring down. There was a look of disgust on her face. Then she walked away, heading in the direction Weasley had ran off to. Draco sighed heavily and stood, following. He needed to catch somebody or the Dark Lord would be furious. Besides, someone probably already took whatever it was one of those days Draco stayed in the house.
The rock missed Granger's head by a few inches. She gaped at him. It was a small rock! Draco rolled his eyes; melodramatic Gryffindors.
"The thing is--"
"Harry's coming next. Go bother him. Or leave us alone and we won't mention you being here." She placed her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.
Potter was coming! Draco refrained from clapping his hands together in joy. It'd been seven months since he'd seen Potter, and even longer since he'd really paid any attention to insulting him, what with more important tasks going on during sixth year. He couldn't wait to start that again. There was nothing else to do on this god forsaken pile of earth anyway.
A twig cracked, taking Draco away from his thoughts. Granger wasn't there anymore. Well, shit. If anyone had a chance of finding it, she did, as much as it pained Draco to admit. He really needed to throw her in the cage. Besides, the Dark Lord was already suspicious that Draco had captured nobody.
"What are you doing here?" a voice questioned behind him. Draco turned to find Potter there, in all his messy-haired glory. "What happened to you?"
Draco blinked in confusion. Potter wasn't...concerned, was he? No, that couldn't be it. Potter had trailed after him all last year; he wanted to know how close he was to his guesses.
"What are you doing here?" he shot back, knowing well enough that he sounded stupid. Why'd it feel so good to see Potter? It was making him happy, so happy he couldn't think of any scathing insults.
Potter's face scrunched. "You don't know?" he asked incredulously.
An idea was slowly coming to him. "Yes, that thing."
"Thing?"
Draco leaned in close and whispered, his breath rousing the hair at Potter's ear, "I know where it is." He leaned back, savoring the reaction. But then Potter had to ruin it by narrowing his eyes.
"Who else is here? What other Death Eaters are here?"
Draco's eyes slid to his clothed arm.
"Where's Ron and Hermione?"
Draco grinned. "I caught them." He allowed Potter to splutter for a few moments before offering, "Want to see them? I have them in this nice metal cage. It's magic-proof of course because the whole bloody place is."
Potter moved towards him then stopped. "I don't believe you."
"Then let them there," Draco said, heading back to the house, knowing Potter would follow. He couldn't leave his friends behind even though it was practically impossible for Draco to catch them in the short amount of time that it took for them to cross the bridge.
Once they reached the end of the cliff, Draco cast a look over his shoulder, making sure Potter wasn't thinking of pushing him off. Instead, Potter had his head cocked and a pondering look on his face.
"What?" Draco snapped, crouching down and stepping carefully on the first foot holder in the rock.
A blush coated Potter's cheeks. "Nothing it's just... You don't get around much, do you?"
"Excuse me?" He glowered at Potter. "Are you saying I'm fat?" he asked dangerously.
"Well," Potter started and Draco's mouth fell open. He might spend half his time lying in bed but it wasn't like he gorged himself on food -- mostly because there was nothing to eat. He shouldn't be fat. A hand flung to his stomach, checking. Potter corrected, "No, your arse."
"Huh?" Draco grabbed his arse.
"It's just it...wiggles. Oh, not much! More then it did sixth year. Do you just lie around?"
All he could do was gape. "My arse does not wiggle!"
"Not much!" Potter repeated, holding his hands out in surrender. Draco angrily grabbed them, tugging him down the rock and onto the ledge outside of the wooden door. He wrenched it open and shoved Potter inside, not even bothering to shut the door. The cage was in seeing distance from the door so it was only a matter of time before Potter realized he was lying and ran out.
"Erm, nice home," Potter said awkwardly.
Draco stepped in front of him. "Close your eyes."
Potter eyed him suspiciously. "No."
"Then you're not seeing Granger or Weasley." He crossed his arms. Eventually Potter shut his eyes. Draco grabbed the front of Potter's sweatshirt and pulled him into the kitchen, watching his eyelids flutter but not open.
Luckily he kept the cage door open. Quickly he shoved Potter in but he tripped, latching onto Draco and pulling them both to the bottom. The door clinked shut, audibly locking.
"What the bloody hell was that for, Malfoy?" Potter yelled, hitting him on the shoulder. Draco didn't react, just staring at the cage door. He locked himself in the cage! And the key was in the drawer on the other end of the kitchen.
Draco turned to Potter and stared in horror at him.
"What?" Potter looked at the lock. "Are we locked in?"
Draco nodded and flopped back, head banging harshly on the metal floor. He winced but otherwise didn't move. Now he was stuck in a cage with someone who thought his arse wiggled. How fanbloodytastic.
Five minutes later Potter tossed himself onto the floor beside Draco, giving up on the lock. They stayed that way for the longest time. Draco decided they would eat Potter first because there was no way Potter would get his grubby mouth on any part of Draco. Then again, he didn't want to eat a half-blood. But that half-blood called him fat so it didn't matter.
Draco stood and shook his hips, craning his neck to look at his arse. He was terribly bored. He shook harder, then gasped loudly. It wiggled! He groaned and poked his arse, realizing that it wasn't as firm as it used to be.
Potter was staring at him.
"Stand up and shake," Draco demanded. He betted Potter's arse shook more.
Potter's stared even harder.
He motioned for Potter to stand. "Get up. I want to see whose arse is flabbier."
Potter shook his head. "Just forget I said that."
"No. Up."
Green eyes flashed. "Wiggle again. I wasn't paying attention. Then I'll go."
Draco rolled his eyes but complied, shaking his hips and staring at his arse, hating the little quiver it gave. "Your turn." His eyes met Potter's.
"Do it again," Potter said hoarsely.
A shiver ran down Draco's spine. He shook, this time watching Potter's face. His eyes clouded up with something Draco was unfamiliar with. His mouth opened slightly and tongue peaked out to moisten his lips. Potter looked absolutely arousing, and Draco's cock seemed to agree.
Draco dropped to the floor, knees banging onto the metal. Potter stopped breathing and stared wide-eyed at him. Draco cast one final look around the cage, spared a thought that he was glad it was so large, then threw himself on top of Potter. They landed roughly, lips fighting to dominate. Potter's hands latched onto Draco's arse, rubbing and pushing him downward, onto Potter's arousal. Draco moaned, jamming a knee between Potter's legs and moving rapidly.
Draco thrust his hands underneath Potter's sweatshirt and dug fingernails into his skin, rutting against his leg. Their noses bumped as Potter kissed him again, their tongues battling for dominance now. Potter smelled like the outdoors but he tasted like butterscotch.
Draco pulled Potter's sweatshirt up and over his head, tossing it so it hit the cage bars before falling to the floor. Potter's hands landed back on his arse, kneading.
Someone yelled.
Draco sprang off him, breathing heavily. Granger and Weasley were standing in the open doorway. They walked closer until they entered the kitchen. Potter was yanking his sweatshirt back on.
"Harry?" Granger ventured. Wealsey shook his head, muttering.
"The key's in that drawer," Draco said, pointing. "The one next to the fridge."
Neither of them made a move for it. They were looking at Potter, who sighed heavily, spared a quick glance for Draco, and then spoke. "We need to take him with."
Weasley started coughing. Granger hit him on the back a few times before saying in a deathly quiet voice, "We're not taking him with because you want to..." She waved her hand at them. Draco hoped she would lose her footing on the way out and fall into the water.
Potter was looking at Weasley though. Finally Weasley's eyes lit up and he turned to Granger. "But we have to."
Granger spluttered.
"No, he'll tell You-Know-Who and that'll give him a head start."
Draco glanced at Potter, noticing that his sweatshirt wasn't down the whole way and a sliver of his side showed. He felt an overwhelming desire to lick. Luckily Potter stood and walked to the door, grabbing onto the bars and whispering to them. Draco sighed in annoyance.
Eventually Weasley sprinted to the drawer and took out the key. Once they opened the door Potter dashed out. It shut right behind him. Draco glared at them.
"Sorry," Potter said, shifting uneasily. The other two didn't look sorry at all. "We just need to get something and then we'll be back."
"Why do I have to be locked up?" Draco wailed.
Potter shrugged and they headed out the kitchen. "You could tell Voldemort we are here. That wouldn't be good for us."
Before Draco could protest any longer they shut the door, leaving him alone. In the bloody metal cage. When he still needed to wank from previous activities with Potter. He settled against the bars angrily and reached a hand down his pants. He vowed to cause as much trouble as possible while with them. He could shag Potter. That would annoy Granger and Weasley. He stroked himself, slowly getting closer to relief. Yes, shagging Potter sounded like a good idea. And it wouldn't be nice; Potter needed to be paid back.