Maid and Master
Allllright. I finished chapter 3. Like what...a year after chapter 2 came out? Anyway this is so not betad and I'm searching for one so please volunteer. Anyone!
Title: Maid and Master
Author: Me--darsied
Summary: Lucius Malfoy saves Harry from Voldemort during the war creating a bond between the two wizards. 6 Years after the Dark Lord's defeat Lucius wants repayment for this deed which involves a very angry Malfoy in a maid outfit. Top!Harry and Bottom!Draco
Genres: AU, Fluff, Humour, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, OC, Het, Major Fluff, Sexual Content, Fetish, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: Not mine, this is just for fun! Disregards book 6...Sirius is alive.
Chapters: 1
Completed: No
Word Count: 1178
Harry absent mindedly stroked the black puffy sleeve of Draco’s outfit and blinked stupidly at his finance’s face. Draco looked so new and fresh and different to Harry and yet so familiar. How could he feel such conflicting emotions?
His sweet, full, red lips that glistened with saliva and salty tears were sealed shut. Harry was brought back to a stray memory when those sensuous lips were wrapped around his cock.
Draco’s hair fell over his eyes, now full of tears and anger. Harry knew that he was going to get it once he took the spell off his lover, especially now that he had left it on him for 5 full minutes after Lucius had left, but Harry wanted to reacquaint himself with Draco. His sweetest most darling boyfriend who he had not seen hide nor hair of for two years and was now lying at, Harry thought deliciously, his disposal.
He wanted to push up that short black skirt with its pressed white apron and spread those creamy thighs. He wanted to take his dripping wet erection and pound into Draco’s willing arse…wanted to suck and bite and nibble on that long, elegant neck…wanted to grab onto those narrow hips and hump-
“Harry!”
Jumping from his graphic daydreams, Harry looked up at Hermione who was now jogging down the long hallway.
“Harry! I just saw Lucius Malfoy and he gave me this-Draco!” Stopping dead two feet away from the couple, Hermione gaped.
“What are you doing here? What’s going on, Harry?” She tip-toed closer, grasping a piece of rolled parchment sealed with the Malfoy crest. Her eyes widened when she got a better look at Draco’s attire.
“What’s he-Harry! That’s disgusting! I thought you’d be better than all the sick, perverted men that you live with but really, a maids outfit?” She slapped her hands onto her hips, narrowed her eyes at an astonished Harry and continued.
“And what are you doing, groping him like that? Draco, get up.” Unfortunately Draco was unable to do so and Hermione’s eyes widened.
“This is the most perverted thing I have ever seen Harry! He can’t even move can he? You’ve bound him…and look he’s crying…oh my god. YOUR RAPING HIM!” It was an accusation, not a question.
“What? No I’m-“A door banged open down the hall which cut off Harry’s sentence and Ron appeared before the fuming Hermione, bewildered Harry, and silent Draco.
“Thought I heard Hermione’s shriek. Well at least we can eat now…what are you lookin’ like that for-blimey! It’s Malfoy!”
“Yes we can see that Ronald but look what Harry’s about to do to him.” Ron studied Harry’s pose looming over a rigid Malfoy in his tight little uniform.
“Hmm…this defiantly looks perverted to me. But what’s the arse doing here anyway? Didn’t he run away to Paris?” At this the boy wonder’s head snapped up.
“Did you just say Paris?”
“Now you’ve done it Ronald.”
“Oh. Shoot. Forgot that was a secret.”
“Now he’s going to get angry and throw a fit.”
“Hey, mate, remember what Hermione told you! Breath, nice, big, calming breaths.” Ron demonstrated, sucking the air in through his nose, his wide shoulders rising with each intake, and then blowing through his ‘O’ shaped lips. After three large breaths Harry was in front of him, the deranged wild far away look in his emerald eyes that told Ron…well it told him he was basically fucked.
“So, mate, you knew where dear old Malfoy was? In Paris I believe you said. And you know, what with you being my best mate and all, you would tell me where my fucking fiancé ran away to…instead of making me spend two years of absolute torture searching all over fucking England, and wondering WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIM! YOU WOULD THINK THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE MY OWN FRIEND COULD HELP ME OUT.” Harry’s face, now red with anger and eyes ablaze, was centimeters from Ron’s.
Ron stole a sideways glance at Hermione who still had her hands on her hips. Eyes hard with promises of death and bits being chopped off, she pressed her lips into a fine line and shook her head ever so slightly so as not to attract attention from the rampaging Harry. Ron, however, was trying to get Harry’s face out of his, and sacrificing his own girlfriend was the only option.
“Hermione knew too!”
Whirling around Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and shoved her next to her boyfriend. Letting out a small gasp as her back hit the wall she tried to speak before Harry could continue with his accusations.
“Harry! It’s not what you think. I swear we would have told you if we thought-“
But Harry’s face suddenly lost all emotion, all the rage was gone, the fire in his eyes had died. This made the pair of Gryffaindors even more nervous and Hermione reached out her hand for Harry. He stepped back before she could touch him and in a quite self pitying voice whispered, “I’ll be in the study.”
“Wait, Harry don’t be like this.” Ron stammered to a retreating Harry. It seemed as if he had forgotten Draco lying on the ground because Harry walked straight past him, eyes on his feet hands in his trouser pockets.
Harry disappeared around the corner. Ron and Hermione first looked at each other and then Draco.
“Finate Incantatum.”
Draco lay on the floor for about 2 seconds before he got to his feet, brushed himself off, wiped his eyes so no remnants of tears were left, fluffed his hair and walked down the hall and around the corner where Harry had just disappeared.
“Do you think we should go after him?” Ron asked, staring down at his girlfriend.
“Well I know he can’t get off the property. Knowing Malfoy he’s probably gone to beat Harry up.” Hermione started walking in the opposite direction of Harry’s study.
“How do you know that he can’t leave?” Ron followed her, rubbing his nose in a dejected manner. He had been hoping to see a brawl between the two love birds.
“This document Lucius gave me ways a lot. Its weighted down by magic. I’ve known that man for quite some time now and I wouldn’t put it past him to bind Draco to Harry… or to the manor itself.” She waved her arm flippantly and then came up short, turning suddenly on her heel.
“Ronald Weasley! I am not speaking to you for the remainder of this evening until I hear a sufficient apology for outing me to Harry. Although this is completely degrading and sexist you should be protecting me you oaf! It’s quite a shock when a girlfriend finds out that her boyfriend would sacrifice her to save himself.” And with that she stomped off down the hall.
Ron stood their still dejectedly rubbing his nose. Instead of going after Hermione he decided to spy on the inevitable confrontation between Draco and Harry.
He slunk of down the hall like a weasel.
Title: Maid and Master
Author: Me--darsied
Summary: Lucius Malfoy saves Harry from Voldemort during the war creating a bond between the two wizards. 6 Years after the Dark Lord's defeat Lucius wants repayment for this deed which involves a very angry Malfoy in a maid outfit. Top!Harry and Bottom!Draco
Genres: AU, Fluff, Humour, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Adult Language, Angst, OC, Het, Major Fluff, Sexual Content, Fetish, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: Not mine, this is just for fun! Disregards book 6...Sirius is alive.
Chapters: 1
Completed: No
Word Count: 1178
Harry absent mindedly stroked the black puffy sleeve of Draco’s outfit and blinked stupidly at his finance’s face. Draco looked so new and fresh and different to Harry and yet so familiar. How could he feel such conflicting emotions?
His sweet, full, red lips that glistened with saliva and salty tears were sealed shut. Harry was brought back to a stray memory when those sensuous lips were wrapped around his cock.
Draco’s hair fell over his eyes, now full of tears and anger. Harry knew that he was going to get it once he took the spell off his lover, especially now that he had left it on him for 5 full minutes after Lucius had left, but Harry wanted to reacquaint himself with Draco. His sweetest most darling boyfriend who he had not seen hide nor hair of for two years and was now lying at, Harry thought deliciously, his disposal.
He wanted to push up that short black skirt with its pressed white apron and spread those creamy thighs. He wanted to take his dripping wet erection and pound into Draco’s willing arse…wanted to suck and bite and nibble on that long, elegant neck…wanted to grab onto those narrow hips and hump-
“Harry!”
Jumping from his graphic daydreams, Harry looked up at Hermione who was now jogging down the long hallway.
“Harry! I just saw Lucius Malfoy and he gave me this-Draco!” Stopping dead two feet away from the couple, Hermione gaped.
“What are you doing here? What’s going on, Harry?” She tip-toed closer, grasping a piece of rolled parchment sealed with the Malfoy crest. Her eyes widened when she got a better look at Draco’s attire.
“What’s he-Harry! That’s disgusting! I thought you’d be better than all the sick, perverted men that you live with but really, a maids outfit?” She slapped her hands onto her hips, narrowed her eyes at an astonished Harry and continued.
“And what are you doing, groping him like that? Draco, get up.” Unfortunately Draco was unable to do so and Hermione’s eyes widened.
“This is the most perverted thing I have ever seen Harry! He can’t even move can he? You’ve bound him…and look he’s crying…oh my god. YOUR RAPING HIM!” It was an accusation, not a question.
“What? No I’m-“A door banged open down the hall which cut off Harry’s sentence and Ron appeared before the fuming Hermione, bewildered Harry, and silent Draco.
“Thought I heard Hermione’s shriek. Well at least we can eat now…what are you lookin’ like that for-blimey! It’s Malfoy!”
“Yes we can see that Ronald but look what Harry’s about to do to him.” Ron studied Harry’s pose looming over a rigid Malfoy in his tight little uniform.
“Hmm…this defiantly looks perverted to me. But what’s the arse doing here anyway? Didn’t he run away to Paris?” At this the boy wonder’s head snapped up.
“Did you just say Paris?”
“Now you’ve done it Ronald.”
“Oh. Shoot. Forgot that was a secret.”
“Now he’s going to get angry and throw a fit.”
“Hey, mate, remember what Hermione told you! Breath, nice, big, calming breaths.” Ron demonstrated, sucking the air in through his nose, his wide shoulders rising with each intake, and then blowing through his ‘O’ shaped lips. After three large breaths Harry was in front of him, the deranged wild far away look in his emerald eyes that told Ron…well it told him he was basically fucked.
“So, mate, you knew where dear old Malfoy was? In Paris I believe you said. And you know, what with you being my best mate and all, you would tell me where my fucking fiancé ran away to…instead of making me spend two years of absolute torture searching all over fucking England, and wondering WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIM! YOU WOULD THINK THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE MY OWN FRIEND COULD HELP ME OUT.” Harry’s face, now red with anger and eyes ablaze, was centimeters from Ron’s.
Ron stole a sideways glance at Hermione who still had her hands on her hips. Eyes hard with promises of death and bits being chopped off, she pressed her lips into a fine line and shook her head ever so slightly so as not to attract attention from the rampaging Harry. Ron, however, was trying to get Harry’s face out of his, and sacrificing his own girlfriend was the only option.
“Hermione knew too!”
Whirling around Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand and shoved her next to her boyfriend. Letting out a small gasp as her back hit the wall she tried to speak before Harry could continue with his accusations.
“Harry! It’s not what you think. I swear we would have told you if we thought-“
But Harry’s face suddenly lost all emotion, all the rage was gone, the fire in his eyes had died. This made the pair of Gryffaindors even more nervous and Hermione reached out her hand for Harry. He stepped back before she could touch him and in a quite self pitying voice whispered, “I’ll be in the study.”
“Wait, Harry don’t be like this.” Ron stammered to a retreating Harry. It seemed as if he had forgotten Draco lying on the ground because Harry walked straight past him, eyes on his feet hands in his trouser pockets.
Harry disappeared around the corner. Ron and Hermione first looked at each other and then Draco.
“Finate Incantatum.”
Draco lay on the floor for about 2 seconds before he got to his feet, brushed himself off, wiped his eyes so no remnants of tears were left, fluffed his hair and walked down the hall and around the corner where Harry had just disappeared.
“Do you think we should go after him?” Ron asked, staring down at his girlfriend.
“Well I know he can’t get off the property. Knowing Malfoy he’s probably gone to beat Harry up.” Hermione started walking in the opposite direction of Harry’s study.
“How do you know that he can’t leave?” Ron followed her, rubbing his nose in a dejected manner. He had been hoping to see a brawl between the two love birds.
“This document Lucius gave me ways a lot. Its weighted down by magic. I’ve known that man for quite some time now and I wouldn’t put it past him to bind Draco to Harry… or to the manor itself.” She waved her arm flippantly and then came up short, turning suddenly on her heel.
“Ronald Weasley! I am not speaking to you for the remainder of this evening until I hear a sufficient apology for outing me to Harry. Although this is completely degrading and sexist you should be protecting me you oaf! It’s quite a shock when a girlfriend finds out that her boyfriend would sacrifice her to save himself.” And with that she stomped off down the hall.
Ron stood their still dejectedly rubbing his nose. Instead of going after Hermione he decided to spy on the inevitable confrontation between Draco and Harry.
He slunk of down the hall like a weasel.