Sexy Back
Title: Sexy Back
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mature themes
Summary: Harry hasn't been interested in anyone recently so his friends has decided to have a contest to see who can get Harry's attention.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. blah blah blah.
Author Notes: This is my first Drarry fanfiction as well as my first fic related to Harry Potter. Hopefully this is good enough for being my first try at this pairing.
The Golden-Boy, now searching for the lucky one
The headline of the Daily Prophet caught Draco's eyes. He picked it up and started reading the article, ignoring the picture of Harry that was shyly waving at him.
Harry Potter, now 25, has grown into a fine young gentleman, yet he is still in need of the right woman, or man, for no one is quite sure of his sexual orientation as of yet, to be his lover. His friends have showed concern for him, for he has not shown any interest in a woman or a man in what seems like ages. Hermione Granger, a friend of Harry's from a very young age has said, "Harry hasn't been very, er, sexual, as far as I can tell. I only wish the best for him and hope this competition will help him find someone nice." This competition that Miss Granger has mentioned will be held at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow night at 10 o'clock. Anyone of age is aloud to compete. In order to win, you have to get Harry Potter to get interested in you. You may do anything you like to do this (as long as you are not harming anyone). And of course the winner shall get to have Harry Potter as a lover! Ronald Weasley, another friend of Harry's has also commented about this event, "Yeah, I think it'll be fun to see what these people would do for Harry. I think Harry would have a good time too. I hope to see lots of people at the Three Broomsticks!" For more information on the competition just ask Madam Rosmerta.
Draco chuckled. 'Potter can get rid of the Dark Lord and yet he can't get anyone on a date.' But what bugged him most was the part in the article about his sexual orientation. No one is quite sure of his seual orientation. So, no one knows if he's straight? But no one knows if he's gay either. 'Hmph. Why does that matter to me? It'll be hilarious to see that Potter is actually gay. All those little girls that drool over him will be so disappointed.' But Draco didn't find any of that amusing, it rather made him very curious. What if Potter was gay? Draco didn't like to stereotype but Harry did seem to have this hey-I'm-gay sort of look. Draco glanced at the awkward looking Harry on the paper and took in his features. 'He does actually look kind of nice.' Draco frowned to himself as he put the paper down. 'Did I really just think that?'
As he was frowning to himself an owl flew into his window and dropped a small letter on his desk. His mother's familiar thin and neat scrawl wrote:
Dear Draco, please meet me at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow night at 9 o'clock sharp.
Draco sighed. 'If mother is trying to get me into the competition then she is out of her mind.'
-----
Narcissa sat at a table by herself, it was a quarter til 9 and she knew Draco would be here soon. She waited a few more minutes before she heard the door to the Three Broomsticks open and her son stepped in. He immediately spotted her in the pub and walked to her table. "You're early my dear," she said with a smile.
"I didn't want to upset you mother," Draco answered coolly as he sat down across from his mother. "Is there something you needed to talk to me about? I'm rather busy." Actually, he wasn't busy at all. He just didn't want to do what he knew his mother was going to tell him to do.
"My dear Draco, I'm sure you heard of this competition that is being held here in an hour," she said, tilting her head to look at her son who turned his face the other way.
"Of course I have heard of it. But what does that matter to me?" Draco huffed, praying to some higher power that his mother won't make him do this.
Narcissa sighed, "Harry Potter is the most eligible wizard in all of Britain. This is your chance to get you a worthy partner in life. A chance to make the Malfoy name more powerful than it already is."
Draco looked at his mother with a cold glare, "I am not going to get on a stage to impress Potter. No matter what it will do to help our name. And anyways, I thought my marriage was already arranged? And we don't even know if Potter is gay!" Draco huffed at his mother and crossed his arms on his chest.
His mother smiled widely, "Draco, you know I am only doing this because I think it would be the best for you. Everything I do is only to make you happy. And of course Harry is gay, or at least bisexual, have you seen the way he dresses? Has too nice of wardrobe to be straight."
He sighed, "Fine, fine, fine. Whatever mother, but don't think I am pleased right now. I'm only doing it because you say it's best for me, which I doubt because I am not at all happy with this." He stood up and asked, "What exactly am I supposed to do to get Potter interested in me?"
Narcissa gave Draco a sly smirk. She stood and grabbed Draco's arm and led him to a back room. "I'll help you with that," she said to him. Then she called out, "I'm borrowing the back room for a bit Rosmerta! Gotta get my son ready!"
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"That is ridiculous," the blond said to his mother as she finished explaining exactly what he had to do to get Harry's attention.
"But, my dear, we want to get his attention, and what better attention than his sexual attention?" she answered.
"But do I really have to do that?" Draco whined, reminding himself of how he acted during his first year at Hogwarts.
"Unless you can come up with something better, I suggest you stop complaining. Now come here so I can get you the right outfit," she said as she got her wand out and pointed it at Draco's torso. "Hmm.. something like this?" she flicked her wand and Draco was dressed in a white shirt only buttoned up halfway, exposing his pale chest. He was also wearing a tight pair of skinny black jeans that fitted perfectly on his arse. He still wore his black boots but they seem like they have been polished. Narcissa smiled at her work, "Now just a little touch up." She gave another flick of her wand and Draco's exposed skin was sprinkled with glitter, his hair was messy, and his eyes were lined with black eyeliner. "Ah, you look gorgeous dear. Have a look yourself," she said as she conjured a mirror in front of Draco.
Draco turned red as he looked himself up and down. "W-Wow. Um, don't you think this is a little too much mother?"
"Nonsense! There is nothing bad with being too sexy Draco," she said with a smile. "Now, you know what you have to do. The competition will start in about 10 or so minutes. Come out when you hear lots of people outside, we don't want Harry to see how good you look until you're on that stage." With that she walked out the room.
'Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?' He looked at himself in the mirror again. 'Wow, I look really good... and I fucking sparkle! I always knew mother had a nice taste in clothing.' He took one last glance at the mirror and headed out the door. There were already lots of people bustling around in the pub. Draco was starting to get nervous. 'I am going to embarrass myself and I am going to blame my mother.' He kept his head down as he walked through the people, he wanted to get a good view of his opponents on the stage but didn't want to be seen by Harry. Harry was already sitting at a large red chair, reminding Draco of a king's throne. He seemed very uncomfortable up on the stage where he was placed all by himself. 'I guess that can help my little act if he's actually on the stage.'
Suddenly the room went silent as Ronald Weasley stepped up onto the stage. He smiled to the crowd and talked with his magically magnified voice, "Hello everyone! I'm really glad to see so many people here tonight. Harry's a lucky guy," he said as he laughed with Harry, "well," he continued, "There's lots of you that want to come and impress Harry so lets get started. Lets start with Katy Mann. Come on up!" With that Ron left the stage, leaving Harry on his large chair by himself while Katy, some girl that worked at Honeydukes, walked onto the stage.
Draco glared at her. She was wearing a red, slim dress that revealed a bit too much of her large breasts. He watched as she performed a little dance, very impressive, Draco admitted.
"Wow! That was very, very impressive!" Ron said as he looked at Harry, who didn't seem interested at all but still clapped for Katy. Ron must have seen Hermione glaring from the crowd because he stopped smiling and gave a nervous laugh before saying, "Anyways, next up is Alice Bloom!"
A slim, tall, blond girl walked quietly on stage. Music started and she began singing. She had a terrible voice. Draco cringed as she kept going, he couldn't believe old Weasel didn't usher her away. When she was finished she walked off the stage, earning a couple claps on the way.
The next couple of contestants were all female and they did some kind of dance. Draco was starting to get bored as the 5th girl started dancing. But he snapped his attention back to the stage when he saw that this girl, Tracy, Draco recalls, was actually interacting with Harry, touching his arms and caressing his face. Harry looked uncomfortable, Draco smiled at more proof that Harry was gay.
"That was really good, eh Harry? Well, next we have some male contestants, Harry'll like this," Ron muttered the last part quietly. "First is Douglas Klein!"
A man with slicked back brown hair walked on the stage with only a pair of red loose pants. He smiled at Harry and a fast paced dance song started to play. He didn't bother dancing by himself, he went straight to Harry, stroking his arms. Draco huffed as he saw Harry's face turn red. It was obvious Harry enjoyed this far better than the girls' performances.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows as Douglas's dance started to turn very provocative. He was furious when Douglas started grinding, fucking grinding, on Harry's chair. 'I will do so much better than that. I'll win this silly competition, just watch.' He glared as Douglas walked off the stage with a smile on his face. Harry also sported a similar expression on his face.
"That was, er, different," Ron stammered as he looked down his list of contestants. "Well, isn't this a surprise! The next contestant is Draco Malfoy!"
There was silence through the Three Broomsticks, even the random people that were just there to get drinks turned to see if Draco Malfoy was really going to get on the stage to perform.
Draco walked quietly to the stairs, passing his mother on the way.
"Good luck," she said with a smile. She held her wand, showing him that she was also ready for her part in his performance.
Draco slowly climbed the stairs up the stage, smirking towards Harry who was staring wide-eyed at him.
He took a deep breath as the music started to play.
I'm bringing sexy back.
Draco pulled his shirt open wider, exposing more of his chest.
Them other boys don't know how to act.
He glared over at Douglas as he reached Harry's side.
I think you're special, what's behind your back? So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.
He walked behind Harry and whispered into his ears, "You look ridiculous with your mouth hanging open Harry." Draco smirked as Harry turned around in surprise and closed his mouth by pushing his bottom jaw up with a finger.
Dirty babe, you see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave.
Draco stood in front of Harry when a pair of shackles appeared on his wrists. He bit his bottom lip, remembering his mother telling him to be as seductive as possible. He raised his wrists so it was in front of Harry's face and mouthed 'I'm your slave.'
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave. It's just that no one makes me feel this way.
Draco took in a sharp breath as his arse was whipped harshly by a conjured whip. 'Merlin, mother did not tell me about this part,' Draco thought angrily but smirked nonetheless for Harry seemed to be enjoying it. Harry's mouth hung open once again, his eyes wide, and he looked as though he was out of breath.
Come here boy. Come to the back. VIP! Drinks on me.
Draco sat on Harry's lap, making him gasp, swinging his legs over the arms of the large chair. "Hey Harry," Draco said in a whisper to Harry's ears.
Harry stuttered as his face turned a bright shade of pink, "D-Draco." He couldn't keep his eyes off of the blond's deep silver eyes lined with black. 'Why is he doing this?' Harry thought to himself as Draco brought his face an inch away from his.
The song continued on and Draco swung his left leg over Harry so that he was straddling his lap. He smirked and licked his lips. "You like what you see Harry?" he asked.
Harry just babbled incoherently, moaning when Draco placed his mouth on his neck.
Suddenly the music stopped, still in the middle of the chorus, and Draco turned around to give Ron, who came running on stage, an icy stare.
"Well Malfoy, I think that was enough. Um, very, er, very seductive I guess is the only word to describe your performance Malfoy," Ron stated as he pulled at his collar, giving a nervous cough.
Draco smiled as he hopped off of Harry's lap. "I think we both know who won, Harry. If whatever is in your pants means anything," he laughed as the dark haired boy immediately covered his crotch with both hands, his whole face red.
He walked off the stage, smiling to himself as he reached his mother. "How did I do?" he asked
"It was very inappropriate," Narcissa said sternly, showing no sign of a smile on her face.
The blond furrowed his eyebrows. 'Wasn't that what she wanted?' he thought.
Then his mother cracked a smile and said, "I'm proud. You were brilliant. The best of all the contestants of course. Harry should have no trouble picking the winner."
Narcissa was smiling, looking at something behind Draco.
Draco lifted an eyebrow and turned to see what his mother was looking at. Harry was running towards the blond, almost out of breath. Draco smiled to himself.
"Draco, er, may I speak to you," Harry glanced at Narcissa then added, "alone?"
"Of course Harry," Draco answered with a smile, then to his mother he said, "If you'll excuse us, it seems that I have won this little contest. Which is no surprise really."
Narcissa smiled even more widely at her son, "I told you Draco."
The two boys turned, Harry leading them to a separate room. Once the door was shut, the noise from outside was muffled, and they were alone in a rather small room.
"Well? What did you need to-" Draco started to ask but couldn't finish. Harry had pushed his back into the stone wall, causing his head to hit with a loud thump. He groaned in pain but soon his lips were locked with Harry's and he soon forgot about the throbbing pain, moaning into the other boy's mouth.
Harry locked the door with a spell and charmed both their shirts away.
Draco gasped at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He brought his face down to Harry's neck, placing his lips on the nape of his neck and said with a smile, "You enjoyed the show?" The blond bit down on the other boy's neck.
"Fuck," Harry gasped as he rutted his hips against Draco's leg, charming their trousers off with a wand-less spell, causing Draco to gasp in surprise. "Do you know how fucking hot you looked up there?" Harry breathed into Draco's hair.
"Very hot, I'm guessing," Draco replied, gazing up to look at Harry's face while he slid two fingers into waistband of his boxers. Draco kept his eye contact as he brought one of Harry's hard nipples into his mouth.
Harry took in a ragged breath, keeping his eyes on Draco's dark silver eyes.
Draco smiled to himself as he lowered his head, licking a trail down the toned stomach all the way to his bellybutton. He dipped his tongue in the small hole watching as Harry's face scrunched up in pleasure, but never losing eye contact. Draco was now on his knees, slowly pulling his hands down to lower Harry's boxers.
Harry couldn't believe it. He never imagined Draco being anything more than someone he hated during school. Who would have ever thought that Harry Potter would be getting sexual pleasure from Draco Malfoy. Harry must admit though, Draco was always attractive and he looks even better with no clothes and his eyes full of lust.
Draco slid the offending garment down until it slid down to the ground on its own. Harry was rock-hard and the sight of it made Draco's cock twitch in his pants. He held Harry's cock at the base with one hand and brought his lips to the tip. He watched Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he brought his tongue out to lick the pre-come leaking from Harry's cock.
Draco took the whole length into his mouth, his nose in Harry's pubic hair, his hands on both of Harry's hips to keep him still.
Harry threw his head back and groaned loudly. The pleasure was unbearable and he couldn't help but put his hands in the blond's hair, pulling at it, making him moan.
Draco slid his mouth off before he could start gagging. He stroked Harry's cock with long hard tugs, loving the way it made Harry look with his eyes half closed and his mouth hanging open.
"Take your pants off," Harry groaned. He was surprised he was able to form words. He slid his hands out of Draco's hair as he slowly stood up.
Draco smirked as he pulled his pants down and started stroking himself slowly. He was harder than he could ever imagine to be. It was throbbing painfully to be touched and he couldn't resist.
Harry watched as the blond touched himself, feeling his own cock twitch at the noise he was making.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mature themes
Summary: Harry hasn't been interested in anyone recently so his friends has decided to have a contest to see who can get Harry's attention.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. blah blah blah.
Author Notes: This is my first Drarry fanfiction as well as my first fic related to Harry Potter. Hopefully this is good enough for being my first try at this pairing.
The Golden-Boy, now searching for the lucky one
The headline of the Daily Prophet caught Draco's eyes. He picked it up and started reading the article, ignoring the picture of Harry that was shyly waving at him.
Harry Potter, now 25, has grown into a fine young gentleman, yet he is still in need of the right woman, or man, for no one is quite sure of his sexual orientation as of yet, to be his lover. His friends have showed concern for him, for he has not shown any interest in a woman or a man in what seems like ages. Hermione Granger, a friend of Harry's from a very young age has said, "Harry hasn't been very, er, sexual, as far as I can tell. I only wish the best for him and hope this competition will help him find someone nice." This competition that Miss Granger has mentioned will be held at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow night at 10 o'clock. Anyone of age is aloud to compete. In order to win, you have to get Harry Potter to get interested in you. You may do anything you like to do this (as long as you are not harming anyone). And of course the winner shall get to have Harry Potter as a lover! Ronald Weasley, another friend of Harry's has also commented about this event, "Yeah, I think it'll be fun to see what these people would do for Harry. I think Harry would have a good time too. I hope to see lots of people at the Three Broomsticks!" For more information on the competition just ask Madam Rosmerta.
Draco chuckled. 'Potter can get rid of the Dark Lord and yet he can't get anyone on a date.' But what bugged him most was the part in the article about his sexual orientation. No one is quite sure of his seual orientation. So, no one knows if he's straight? But no one knows if he's gay either. 'Hmph. Why does that matter to me? It'll be hilarious to see that Potter is actually gay. All those little girls that drool over him will be so disappointed.' But Draco didn't find any of that amusing, it rather made him very curious. What if Potter was gay? Draco didn't like to stereotype but Harry did seem to have this hey-I'm-gay sort of look. Draco glanced at the awkward looking Harry on the paper and took in his features. 'He does actually look kind of nice.' Draco frowned to himself as he put the paper down. 'Did I really just think that?'
As he was frowning to himself an owl flew into his window and dropped a small letter on his desk. His mother's familiar thin and neat scrawl wrote:
Dear Draco, please meet me at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow night at 9 o'clock sharp.
Draco sighed. 'If mother is trying to get me into the competition then she is out of her mind.'
-----
Narcissa sat at a table by herself, it was a quarter til 9 and she knew Draco would be here soon. She waited a few more minutes before she heard the door to the Three Broomsticks open and her son stepped in. He immediately spotted her in the pub and walked to her table. "You're early my dear," she said with a smile.
"I didn't want to upset you mother," Draco answered coolly as he sat down across from his mother. "Is there something you needed to talk to me about? I'm rather busy." Actually, he wasn't busy at all. He just didn't want to do what he knew his mother was going to tell him to do.
"My dear Draco, I'm sure you heard of this competition that is being held here in an hour," she said, tilting her head to look at her son who turned his face the other way.
"Of course I have heard of it. But what does that matter to me?" Draco huffed, praying to some higher power that his mother won't make him do this.
Narcissa sighed, "Harry Potter is the most eligible wizard in all of Britain. This is your chance to get you a worthy partner in life. A chance to make the Malfoy name more powerful than it already is."
Draco looked at his mother with a cold glare, "I am not going to get on a stage to impress Potter. No matter what it will do to help our name. And anyways, I thought my marriage was already arranged? And we don't even know if Potter is gay!" Draco huffed at his mother and crossed his arms on his chest.
His mother smiled widely, "Draco, you know I am only doing this because I think it would be the best for you. Everything I do is only to make you happy. And of course Harry is gay, or at least bisexual, have you seen the way he dresses? Has too nice of wardrobe to be straight."
He sighed, "Fine, fine, fine. Whatever mother, but don't think I am pleased right now. I'm only doing it because you say it's best for me, which I doubt because I am not at all happy with this." He stood up and asked, "What exactly am I supposed to do to get Potter interested in me?"
Narcissa gave Draco a sly smirk. She stood and grabbed Draco's arm and led him to a back room. "I'll help you with that," she said to him. Then she called out, "I'm borrowing the back room for a bit Rosmerta! Gotta get my son ready!"
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"That is ridiculous," the blond said to his mother as she finished explaining exactly what he had to do to get Harry's attention.
"But, my dear, we want to get his attention, and what better attention than his sexual attention?" she answered.
"But do I really have to do that?" Draco whined, reminding himself of how he acted during his first year at Hogwarts.
"Unless you can come up with something better, I suggest you stop complaining. Now come here so I can get you the right outfit," she said as she got her wand out and pointed it at Draco's torso. "Hmm.. something like this?" she flicked her wand and Draco was dressed in a white shirt only buttoned up halfway, exposing his pale chest. He was also wearing a tight pair of skinny black jeans that fitted perfectly on his arse. He still wore his black boots but they seem like they have been polished. Narcissa smiled at her work, "Now just a little touch up." She gave another flick of her wand and Draco's exposed skin was sprinkled with glitter, his hair was messy, and his eyes were lined with black eyeliner. "Ah, you look gorgeous dear. Have a look yourself," she said as she conjured a mirror in front of Draco.
Draco turned red as he looked himself up and down. "W-Wow. Um, don't you think this is a little too much mother?"
"Nonsense! There is nothing bad with being too sexy Draco," she said with a smile. "Now, you know what you have to do. The competition will start in about 10 or so minutes. Come out when you hear lots of people outside, we don't want Harry to see how good you look until you're on that stage." With that she walked out the room.
'Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?' He looked at himself in the mirror again. 'Wow, I look really good... and I fucking sparkle! I always knew mother had a nice taste in clothing.' He took one last glance at the mirror and headed out the door. There were already lots of people bustling around in the pub. Draco was starting to get nervous. 'I am going to embarrass myself and I am going to blame my mother.' He kept his head down as he walked through the people, he wanted to get a good view of his opponents on the stage but didn't want to be seen by Harry. Harry was already sitting at a large red chair, reminding Draco of a king's throne. He seemed very uncomfortable up on the stage where he was placed all by himself. 'I guess that can help my little act if he's actually on the stage.'
Suddenly the room went silent as Ronald Weasley stepped up onto the stage. He smiled to the crowd and talked with his magically magnified voice, "Hello everyone! I'm really glad to see so many people here tonight. Harry's a lucky guy," he said as he laughed with Harry, "well," he continued, "There's lots of you that want to come and impress Harry so lets get started. Lets start with Katy Mann. Come on up!" With that Ron left the stage, leaving Harry on his large chair by himself while Katy, some girl that worked at Honeydukes, walked onto the stage.
Draco glared at her. She was wearing a red, slim dress that revealed a bit too much of her large breasts. He watched as she performed a little dance, very impressive, Draco admitted.
"Wow! That was very, very impressive!" Ron said as he looked at Harry, who didn't seem interested at all but still clapped for Katy. Ron must have seen Hermione glaring from the crowd because he stopped smiling and gave a nervous laugh before saying, "Anyways, next up is Alice Bloom!"
A slim, tall, blond girl walked quietly on stage. Music started and she began singing. She had a terrible voice. Draco cringed as she kept going, he couldn't believe old Weasel didn't usher her away. When she was finished she walked off the stage, earning a couple claps on the way.
The next couple of contestants were all female and they did some kind of dance. Draco was starting to get bored as the 5th girl started dancing. But he snapped his attention back to the stage when he saw that this girl, Tracy, Draco recalls, was actually interacting with Harry, touching his arms and caressing his face. Harry looked uncomfortable, Draco smiled at more proof that Harry was gay.
"That was really good, eh Harry? Well, next we have some male contestants, Harry'll like this," Ron muttered the last part quietly. "First is Douglas Klein!"
A man with slicked back brown hair walked on the stage with only a pair of red loose pants. He smiled at Harry and a fast paced dance song started to play. He didn't bother dancing by himself, he went straight to Harry, stroking his arms. Draco huffed as he saw Harry's face turn red. It was obvious Harry enjoyed this far better than the girls' performances.
Draco furrowed his eyebrows as Douglas's dance started to turn very provocative. He was furious when Douglas started grinding, fucking grinding, on Harry's chair. 'I will do so much better than that. I'll win this silly competition, just watch.' He glared as Douglas walked off the stage with a smile on his face. Harry also sported a similar expression on his face.
"That was, er, different," Ron stammered as he looked down his list of contestants. "Well, isn't this a surprise! The next contestant is Draco Malfoy!"
There was silence through the Three Broomsticks, even the random people that were just there to get drinks turned to see if Draco Malfoy was really going to get on the stage to perform.
Draco walked quietly to the stairs, passing his mother on the way.
"Good luck," she said with a smile. She held her wand, showing him that she was also ready for her part in his performance.
Draco slowly climbed the stairs up the stage, smirking towards Harry who was staring wide-eyed at him.
He took a deep breath as the music started to play.
I'm bringing sexy back.
Draco pulled his shirt open wider, exposing more of his chest.
Them other boys don't know how to act.
He glared over at Douglas as he reached Harry's side.
I think you're special, what's behind your back? So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.
He walked behind Harry and whispered into his ears, "You look ridiculous with your mouth hanging open Harry." Draco smirked as Harry turned around in surprise and closed his mouth by pushing his bottom jaw up with a finger.
Dirty babe, you see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave.
Draco stood in front of Harry when a pair of shackles appeared on his wrists. He bit his bottom lip, remembering his mother telling him to be as seductive as possible. He raised his wrists so it was in front of Harry's face and mouthed 'I'm your slave.'
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave. It's just that no one makes me feel this way.
Draco took in a sharp breath as his arse was whipped harshly by a conjured whip. 'Merlin, mother did not tell me about this part,' Draco thought angrily but smirked nonetheless for Harry seemed to be enjoying it. Harry's mouth hung open once again, his eyes wide, and he looked as though he was out of breath.
Come here boy. Come to the back. VIP! Drinks on me.
Draco sat on Harry's lap, making him gasp, swinging his legs over the arms of the large chair. "Hey Harry," Draco said in a whisper to Harry's ears.
Harry stuttered as his face turned a bright shade of pink, "D-Draco." He couldn't keep his eyes off of the blond's deep silver eyes lined with black. 'Why is he doing this?' Harry thought to himself as Draco brought his face an inch away from his.
The song continued on and Draco swung his left leg over Harry so that he was straddling his lap. He smirked and licked his lips. "You like what you see Harry?" he asked.
Harry just babbled incoherently, moaning when Draco placed his mouth on his neck.
Suddenly the music stopped, still in the middle of the chorus, and Draco turned around to give Ron, who came running on stage, an icy stare.
"Well Malfoy, I think that was enough. Um, very, er, very seductive I guess is the only word to describe your performance Malfoy," Ron stated as he pulled at his collar, giving a nervous cough.
Draco smiled as he hopped off of Harry's lap. "I think we both know who won, Harry. If whatever is in your pants means anything," he laughed as the dark haired boy immediately covered his crotch with both hands, his whole face red.
He walked off the stage, smiling to himself as he reached his mother. "How did I do?" he asked
"It was very inappropriate," Narcissa said sternly, showing no sign of a smile on her face.
The blond furrowed his eyebrows. 'Wasn't that what she wanted?' he thought.
Then his mother cracked a smile and said, "I'm proud. You were brilliant. The best of all the contestants of course. Harry should have no trouble picking the winner."
Narcissa was smiling, looking at something behind Draco.
Draco lifted an eyebrow and turned to see what his mother was looking at. Harry was running towards the blond, almost out of breath. Draco smiled to himself.
"Draco, er, may I speak to you," Harry glanced at Narcissa then added, "alone?"
"Of course Harry," Draco answered with a smile, then to his mother he said, "If you'll excuse us, it seems that I have won this little contest. Which is no surprise really."
Narcissa smiled even more widely at her son, "I told you Draco."
The two boys turned, Harry leading them to a separate room. Once the door was shut, the noise from outside was muffled, and they were alone in a rather small room.
"Well? What did you need to-" Draco started to ask but couldn't finish. Harry had pushed his back into the stone wall, causing his head to hit with a loud thump. He groaned in pain but soon his lips were locked with Harry's and he soon forgot about the throbbing pain, moaning into the other boy's mouth.
Harry locked the door with a spell and charmed both their shirts away.
Draco gasped at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He brought his face down to Harry's neck, placing his lips on the nape of his neck and said with a smile, "You enjoyed the show?" The blond bit down on the other boy's neck.
"Fuck," Harry gasped as he rutted his hips against Draco's leg, charming their trousers off with a wand-less spell, causing Draco to gasp in surprise. "Do you know how fucking hot you looked up there?" Harry breathed into Draco's hair.
"Very hot, I'm guessing," Draco replied, gazing up to look at Harry's face while he slid two fingers into waistband of his boxers. Draco kept his eye contact as he brought one of Harry's hard nipples into his mouth.
Harry took in a ragged breath, keeping his eyes on Draco's dark silver eyes.
Draco smiled to himself as he lowered his head, licking a trail down the toned stomach all the way to his bellybutton. He dipped his tongue in the small hole watching as Harry's face scrunched up in pleasure, but never losing eye contact. Draco was now on his knees, slowly pulling his hands down to lower Harry's boxers.
Harry couldn't believe it. He never imagined Draco being anything more than someone he hated during school. Who would have ever thought that Harry Potter would be getting sexual pleasure from Draco Malfoy. Harry must admit though, Draco was always attractive and he looks even better with no clothes and his eyes full of lust.
Draco slid the offending garment down until it slid down to the ground on its own. Harry was rock-hard and the sight of it made Draco's cock twitch in his pants. He held Harry's cock at the base with one hand and brought his lips to the tip. He watched Harry's eyes fluttered closed as he brought his tongue out to lick the pre-come leaking from Harry's cock.
Draco took the whole length into his mouth, his nose in Harry's pubic hair, his hands on both of Harry's hips to keep him still.
Harry threw his head back and groaned loudly. The pleasure was unbearable and he couldn't help but put his hands in the blond's hair, pulling at it, making him moan.
Draco slid his mouth off before he could start gagging. He stroked Harry's cock with long hard tugs, loving the way it made Harry look with his eyes half closed and his mouth hanging open.
"Take your pants off," Harry groaned. He was surprised he was able to form words. He slid his hands out of Draco's hair as he slowly stood up.
Draco smirked as he pulled his pants down and started stroking himself slowly. He was harder than he could ever imagine to be. It was throbbing painfully to be touched and he couldn't resist.
Harry watched as the blond touched himself, feeling his own cock twitch at the noise he was making.