Perfidious Ploy
Title: Perfidious Ploy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation, violence, insidious plot that MAY BE TRIGGERING
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for jan_rea, who requested possessive, protective top!Harry. This is a sequel to Smarmy Seduction. Um, this started out in the same humorous vein as the original; I don't know where/why it went pear-shaped.
Summary: Palmer Pemberton would like a second chance.
"Palmer Pemberton contacted Pansy," Draco commented casually over tea. "He would like a second chance with her marketing firm."
"I trust Pansy told him to go to hell," Harry growled without glancing up from the Quibbler.
"Not exactly."
Harry's attention shifted entirely to Draco. "What do you mean by not exactly?" he demanded.
Draco stalled for time by stirring milk into his tea. "It means that Pansy has agreed to Pemberton's request, on the condition he issues an apology to me." When Draco had met the man in a restaurant the previous week, Pemberton had behaved in a manner most uncouth.
"Pemberton agreed to that stipulation?" asked Harry. It was surprising, considering how incensed the man had been when Harry had last seen him.
"Not only did he agree to it," said Draco, "but he wants to apologize to me in person."
Harry set his cup down with a clatter. "Absolutely not," he snarled. He had observed Pemberton's attempt to seduce the pants off of Draco before, which is why Pemberton had stormed out of the restaurant wearing a plate full of pasta, courtesy of Harry's proficiency with wandless magic.
Draco gave Harry a Look. "You're not my mother," he said, voice deceptively mild. "If I choose to meet Palmer Pemberton to accept his apology, I shall."
"Are you mad?!" bellowed Harry. "Do you truly wish to meet with that twat again after the way he behaved toward you last week?!"
"The man wishes to apologize, Harry."
Harry's nostrils flared. "Which House was he in?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Draco frowned. "Slytherin," he replied slowly.
"Yet you still believe all Pemberton wants is to apologize?!"
"Harry, if Pemberton tries anything, I assure you I can handle it," said Draco.
"Like you did at the restaurant?"
"I appreciate your concern, Harry," Draco said. "However, Pansy has given me permission to hex Pemberton should he misbehave tonight."
"Tonight?!" squawked Harry.
~*~
There's more than one way to trick a pixie, thought Harry. Draco had foolishly agreed to meet with Palmer Pemberton again, this time in a hotel conference room. Harry had stationed himself in the small utility room across the hall, where he could monitor his surveillance equipment. Unbeknownst to Draco, Harry had transfigured a micro-transmitter into one of Draco's cuff links, and he planned to listen in on the conversation between his boyfriend and the sleaze.
Being an Auror had its advantages.
~*~
Draco strode into the conference room, his posture and gait exuding confidence and a no-nonsense attitude. Pemberton stood at his arrival and extended his hand. Draco gave it a perfunctory shake. "Pemberton," he greeted stiffly.
"Malfoy, thank you for agreeing to see me again," Pemberton returned with an oily smile. "I realize my behavior the other night was uncalled for. Obviously, your hard-to-get ploy called for a more direct approach. Incarcerous!" he cried, drawing his wand in one smooth movement and flicking a binding charm at Draco.
Draco cursed as magical ropes bound him to the chair where he had just settled himself. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped, trying not to panic.
"I want you, Malfoy," Pemberton murmured, stroking his wand suggestively. "Never let it be said that Palmer Pemberton doesn't get what he wants."
"How do you imagine you can get away with such outrageous behavior?" Draco demanded, struggling against his restraints.
"A simple Obliviate charm will do the trick," said Pemberton. "You'll have no memory of what transpired in this room, although you may wonder why you feel so...used," he added with a leer.
Draco's stomach churned with nausea, but before he could say another word, the door exploded inward and crashed into the wall. Harry burst into the room and vaulted over the table, taking Pemberton down with a flying tackle. There followed a flurry of cursing and the sound of fists meeting flesh, interspersed with shrill cries of pain and terror.
"Stop, Harry! Stop!" cried Draco, not wanting his boyfriend to commit murder on his behalf.
Harry ceased pummeling his bloodied opponent and stood, drawing in ragged breaths of air. He drew his wand and sent his Patronus to Ron, trusting his friend and partner to deal with the situation here. Harry released Draco from the binding spell and hauled his boyfriend up and out of his chair. He seized Draco's mouth in a desperate kiss, gratified when Draco didn't resist him.
Harry broke free and looked Draco over anxiously. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
A pathetic moan sounded from the floor on the other side of the table.
Draco sneered in that direction before turning to Harry with a weary sigh. "Take me home," he said.
~*~
Draco collapsed forward to sprawl across Harry's chest. His rim twitched as Harry's cock softened inside of him and began to slip free.
Harry had Apparated them home, and he had drawn Draco to himself immediately. They hadn't moved far from where they had arrived. Clothing had ended up strewn across the floor, and they had shagged right there in the entryway. Harry had tamped down his possessive streak and allowed Draco to ride him, intuiting that Draco needed to feel in control of the situation.
"I should have trusted your instincts," Draco whispered before burying his face in Harry's neck. He shivered. The thought of what Pemberton had planned-
"None of us guessed he would be so bold," rumbled Harry, running a soothing hand up and down Draco's damp back.
"Thank you for rescuing me. Again," murmured Draco. His tremors eased; he always felt safe in Harry's arms. Those arms tightened around Draco reassuringly.
Harry's warm breath stirred the hair at Draco's temple, and he growled, "Nobody touches what's mine."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation, violence, insidious plot that MAY BE TRIGGERING
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for jan_rea, who requested possessive, protective top!Harry. This is a sequel to Smarmy Seduction. Um, this started out in the same humorous vein as the original; I don't know where/why it went pear-shaped.
Summary: Palmer Pemberton would like a second chance.
"Palmer Pemberton contacted Pansy," Draco commented casually over tea. "He would like a second chance with her marketing firm."
"I trust Pansy told him to go to hell," Harry growled without glancing up from the Quibbler.
"Not exactly."
Harry's attention shifted entirely to Draco. "What do you mean by not exactly?" he demanded.
Draco stalled for time by stirring milk into his tea. "It means that Pansy has agreed to Pemberton's request, on the condition he issues an apology to me." When Draco had met the man in a restaurant the previous week, Pemberton had behaved in a manner most uncouth.
"Pemberton agreed to that stipulation?" asked Harry. It was surprising, considering how incensed the man had been when Harry had last seen him.
"Not only did he agree to it," said Draco, "but he wants to apologize to me in person."
Harry set his cup down with a clatter. "Absolutely not," he snarled. He had observed Pemberton's attempt to seduce the pants off of Draco before, which is why Pemberton had stormed out of the restaurant wearing a plate full of pasta, courtesy of Harry's proficiency with wandless magic.
Draco gave Harry a Look. "You're not my mother," he said, voice deceptively mild. "If I choose to meet Palmer Pemberton to accept his apology, I shall."
"Are you mad?!" bellowed Harry. "Do you truly wish to meet with that twat again after the way he behaved toward you last week?!"
"The man wishes to apologize, Harry."
Harry's nostrils flared. "Which House was he in?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Draco frowned. "Slytherin," he replied slowly.
"Yet you still believe all Pemberton wants is to apologize?!"
"Harry, if Pemberton tries anything, I assure you I can handle it," said Draco.
"Like you did at the restaurant?"
"I appreciate your concern, Harry," Draco said. "However, Pansy has given me permission to hex Pemberton should he misbehave tonight."
"Tonight?!" squawked Harry.
~*~
There's more than one way to trick a pixie, thought Harry. Draco had foolishly agreed to meet with Palmer Pemberton again, this time in a hotel conference room. Harry had stationed himself in the small utility room across the hall, where he could monitor his surveillance equipment. Unbeknownst to Draco, Harry had transfigured a micro-transmitter into one of Draco's cuff links, and he planned to listen in on the conversation between his boyfriend and the sleaze.
Being an Auror had its advantages.
~*~
Draco strode into the conference room, his posture and gait exuding confidence and a no-nonsense attitude. Pemberton stood at his arrival and extended his hand. Draco gave it a perfunctory shake. "Pemberton," he greeted stiffly.
"Malfoy, thank you for agreeing to see me again," Pemberton returned with an oily smile. "I realize my behavior the other night was uncalled for. Obviously, your hard-to-get ploy called for a more direct approach. Incarcerous!" he cried, drawing his wand in one smooth movement and flicking a binding charm at Draco.
Draco cursed as magical ropes bound him to the chair where he had just settled himself. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped, trying not to panic.
"I want you, Malfoy," Pemberton murmured, stroking his wand suggestively. "Never let it be said that Palmer Pemberton doesn't get what he wants."
"How do you imagine you can get away with such outrageous behavior?" Draco demanded, struggling against his restraints.
"A simple Obliviate charm will do the trick," said Pemberton. "You'll have no memory of what transpired in this room, although you may wonder why you feel so...used," he added with a leer.
Draco's stomach churned with nausea, but before he could say another word, the door exploded inward and crashed into the wall. Harry burst into the room and vaulted over the table, taking Pemberton down with a flying tackle. There followed a flurry of cursing and the sound of fists meeting flesh, interspersed with shrill cries of pain and terror.
"Stop, Harry! Stop!" cried Draco, not wanting his boyfriend to commit murder on his behalf.
Harry ceased pummeling his bloodied opponent and stood, drawing in ragged breaths of air. He drew his wand and sent his Patronus to Ron, trusting his friend and partner to deal with the situation here. Harry released Draco from the binding spell and hauled his boyfriend up and out of his chair. He seized Draco's mouth in a desperate kiss, gratified when Draco didn't resist him.
Harry broke free and looked Draco over anxiously. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
A pathetic moan sounded from the floor on the other side of the table.
Draco sneered in that direction before turning to Harry with a weary sigh. "Take me home," he said.
~*~
Draco collapsed forward to sprawl across Harry's chest. His rim twitched as Harry's cock softened inside of him and began to slip free.
Harry had Apparated them home, and he had drawn Draco to himself immediately. They hadn't moved far from where they had arrived. Clothing had ended up strewn across the floor, and they had shagged right there in the entryway. Harry had tamped down his possessive streak and allowed Draco to ride him, intuiting that Draco needed to feel in control of the situation.
"I should have trusted your instincts," Draco whispered before burying his face in Harry's neck. He shivered. The thought of what Pemberton had planned-
"None of us guessed he would be so bold," rumbled Harry, running a soothing hand up and down Draco's damp back.
"Thank you for rescuing me. Again," murmured Draco. His tremors eased; he always felt safe in Harry's arms. Those arms tightened around Draco reassuringly.
Harry's warm breath stirred the hair at Draco's temple, and he growled, "Nobody touches what's mine."