The Minister's Concubine
Title: The Minister's Concubine
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual situation, coerced consent, humiliation, angst
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 965
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for drijfwa, in thanks for the Help Haiti charity VGift. Prompt was for a sequel to Harry Potter for Minister.
Summary: Draco delivers himself to Minister Potter.
Draco Malfoy sequestered himself in his suite of rooms at Malfoy Manor. He spent several hours alternately pacing the floor and flinging himself onto the settee in his sitting room to contemplate Potter's offer. To be blunt, Potter had demanded Draco whore himself in exchange for his mother's safety and freedom.
Unfortunately, there was more at stake than Narcissa Malfoy's honor. Draco was engaged to marry a respectable, pureblood witch. He didn't want to jeopardize the name Malfoy any further by breaking things off with Astoria in order to become Potter's concubine. Of course there was always the possibility that Potter would be content with a one-off, but Draco feared his enemy meant to humiliate him over and over.
Draco was prepared to sacrifice himself, but his mind was busy analyzing the situation as he sought a way to avoid the degradation of allowing Potter to bugger him. As night gave way to dawn, Draco was no nearer a workable solution. He finally dozed off on the settee and was beset by nightmares of being pinned beneath Potter's heaving body.
~*~
Malfoy arrived at precisely the appointed time. Harry couldn't help but grin at Malfoy's cheek. He was making it clear he didn't want to be here by not arriving early, yet he didn't seem eager to test Harry's patience; thus, Malfoy had arrived exactly on time.
Harry leaned back in the chair behind his desk and raked Malfoy insolently with his eyes. "Have you come to a decision, Malfoy?" he asked. Harry's cock was hot and heavy within the confines of his trousers, and it throbbed with urgency.
Malfoy's face was more pale than normal, but he raised his chin and stated, "I am prepared to do what I must to ensure my mother's safety."
"Excellent," Harry smirked. He stood slowly, brushing his fingers over the hard ridge of his erection through his trousers.
Malfoy's eyes were drawn to the licentious movement, and his face paled further.
Harry wanted to laugh aloud in victory. He settled for issuing an order, instead. "Remove your cloak."
Malfoy reached for the fastenings with trembling fingers. He succeeded in unbuttoning his outer cloak, and he draped it carefully over a chair in front of Harry's desk. He stilled, awaiting further instructions.
"Drop your trousers and pants and bend over my desk," Harry commanded, voice gone rough with lust. He stroked himself through his trousers once more, not missing the stricken look on Malfoy's face.
Malfoy moved towards the desk stiffly. He stood with his back to Harry and undid his belt before lowering his zip. Malfoy pushed his trousers and pants down to mid-thigh, exposing his firm arse to Harry's lascivious gaze. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk.
Harry simply stood there for a long moment, enjoying his enemy's capitulation and defeat. Malfoy's body was tense, and Harry could detect a faint tremor in his stance. He wished he could draw this out, but his cock was clamoring for relief. Harry slowly unzipped his trousers, enjoying the way Malfoy tensed further at the unmistakable sound.
Harry freed his erect cock and approached Malfoy, halting directly behind him. He could hear Malfoy's breath, swift and shallow, and he could see a faint tremor in Malfoy's arms and legs. This was going to be delicious. Harry palmed his cock and stroked it from base to tip. It swelled and lengthened further under his manipulation, throbbing with the urgent need for release.
~*~
Draco was on the verge of hyperventilating. Potter was standing so close behind him that he could feel the heat of Potter's body. The sound of flesh on flesh led Draco to assume that Potter was wanking, but he didn't dare turn to look. Instead, he remained bent over Potter's desk, stoically awaiting his fate.
Draco could hear the faint buzz of conversations taking place outside of Potter's office, and he realized suddenly that anyone could walk through the door and see him like this. Was that what Potter was waiting for? Did he want to humiliate Draco further by allowing someone to witness his degradation?
Behind him, Potter's breathing quickened. He had yet to touch Draco, and Draco was ready to scream from the tension alone. Just when he thought he could tolerate no more of the suspense, Draco heard Potter groan, and he felt Potter's release spatter his naked arse. Draco stiffened in outrage, but he didn't move. He wasn't certain what more indignities Potter intended to subject him to, and he didn't want to make his situation worse by angering the Minister.
Draco heard some rustling behind him, followed by the sound of Potter's zip again. He dared to turn his head.
Potter smirked at him. "Did you enjoy that?" he taunted.
Draco straightened, but he kept his back to Potter. "Is that all, Minister?" he asked quietly.
"For now," said Potter. "That was just a taste of what you can expect. You will return to my office in two days. At that time, I fully intend to fuck your virginal arse wide open. Do you understand, Malfoy?"
"Yes," Draco bit out. He dragged his pants and trousers up quickly, smearing Potter's spunk between his skin and clothing. Draco knew Potter would enjoy the fact that he would be leaving this office wearing Potter's ejaculate.
Draco donned his cloak in silence and walked out of the Minister's office with his head held high. As the door closed behind him, he heard Potter's mocking laughter follow him into the corridor.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sexual situation, coerced consent, humiliation, angst
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 965
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Donation gift for drijfwa, in thanks for the Help Haiti charity VGift. Prompt was for a sequel to Harry Potter for Minister.
Summary: Draco delivers himself to Minister Potter.
Draco Malfoy sequestered himself in his suite of rooms at Malfoy Manor. He spent several hours alternately pacing the floor and flinging himself onto the settee in his sitting room to contemplate Potter's offer. To be blunt, Potter had demanded Draco whore himself in exchange for his mother's safety and freedom.
Unfortunately, there was more at stake than Narcissa Malfoy's honor. Draco was engaged to marry a respectable, pureblood witch. He didn't want to jeopardize the name Malfoy any further by breaking things off with Astoria in order to become Potter's concubine. Of course there was always the possibility that Potter would be content with a one-off, but Draco feared his enemy meant to humiliate him over and over.
Draco was prepared to sacrifice himself, but his mind was busy analyzing the situation as he sought a way to avoid the degradation of allowing Potter to bugger him. As night gave way to dawn, Draco was no nearer a workable solution. He finally dozed off on the settee and was beset by nightmares of being pinned beneath Potter's heaving body.
~*~
Malfoy arrived at precisely the appointed time. Harry couldn't help but grin at Malfoy's cheek. He was making it clear he didn't want to be here by not arriving early, yet he didn't seem eager to test Harry's patience; thus, Malfoy had arrived exactly on time.
Harry leaned back in the chair behind his desk and raked Malfoy insolently with his eyes. "Have you come to a decision, Malfoy?" he asked. Harry's cock was hot and heavy within the confines of his trousers, and it throbbed with urgency.
Malfoy's face was more pale than normal, but he raised his chin and stated, "I am prepared to do what I must to ensure my mother's safety."
"Excellent," Harry smirked. He stood slowly, brushing his fingers over the hard ridge of his erection through his trousers.
Malfoy's eyes were drawn to the licentious movement, and his face paled further.
Harry wanted to laugh aloud in victory. He settled for issuing an order, instead. "Remove your cloak."
Malfoy reached for the fastenings with trembling fingers. He succeeded in unbuttoning his outer cloak, and he draped it carefully over a chair in front of Harry's desk. He stilled, awaiting further instructions.
"Drop your trousers and pants and bend over my desk," Harry commanded, voice gone rough with lust. He stroked himself through his trousers once more, not missing the stricken look on Malfoy's face.
Malfoy moved towards the desk stiffly. He stood with his back to Harry and undid his belt before lowering his zip. Malfoy pushed his trousers and pants down to mid-thigh, exposing his firm arse to Harry's lascivious gaze. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk.
Harry simply stood there for a long moment, enjoying his enemy's capitulation and defeat. Malfoy's body was tense, and Harry could detect a faint tremor in his stance. He wished he could draw this out, but his cock was clamoring for relief. Harry slowly unzipped his trousers, enjoying the way Malfoy tensed further at the unmistakable sound.
Harry freed his erect cock and approached Malfoy, halting directly behind him. He could hear Malfoy's breath, swift and shallow, and he could see a faint tremor in Malfoy's arms and legs. This was going to be delicious. Harry palmed his cock and stroked it from base to tip. It swelled and lengthened further under his manipulation, throbbing with the urgent need for release.
~*~
Draco was on the verge of hyperventilating. Potter was standing so close behind him that he could feel the heat of Potter's body. The sound of flesh on flesh led Draco to assume that Potter was wanking, but he didn't dare turn to look. Instead, he remained bent over Potter's desk, stoically awaiting his fate.
Draco could hear the faint buzz of conversations taking place outside of Potter's office, and he realized suddenly that anyone could walk through the door and see him like this. Was that what Potter was waiting for? Did he want to humiliate Draco further by allowing someone to witness his degradation?
Behind him, Potter's breathing quickened. He had yet to touch Draco, and Draco was ready to scream from the tension alone. Just when he thought he could tolerate no more of the suspense, Draco heard Potter groan, and he felt Potter's release spatter his naked arse. Draco stiffened in outrage, but he didn't move. He wasn't certain what more indignities Potter intended to subject him to, and he didn't want to make his situation worse by angering the Minister.
Draco heard some rustling behind him, followed by the sound of Potter's zip again. He dared to turn his head.
Potter smirked at him. "Did you enjoy that?" he taunted.
Draco straightened, but he kept his back to Potter. "Is that all, Minister?" he asked quietly.
"For now," said Potter. "That was just a taste of what you can expect. You will return to my office in two days. At that time, I fully intend to fuck your virginal arse wide open. Do you understand, Malfoy?"
"Yes," Draco bit out. He dragged his pants and trousers up quickly, smearing Potter's spunk between his skin and clothing. Draco knew Potter would enjoy the fact that he would be leaving this office wearing Potter's ejaculate.
Draco donned his cloak in silence and walked out of the Minister's office with his head held high. As the door closed behind him, he heard Potter's mocking laughter follow him into the corridor.