Post War Story Arc by HPFangirl71
Title: Settling In...
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Sexually Explicit, Language, Dub Con,Prostitution, Rough Sex, Spanking, Shamed Draco and Evil Harry. This will definitely be a mostly bottom!Draco story.
Word Count: 814
Disclaimer: I truly wish Draco and Harry belonged to me but alas, they belong to the genius of JK Rowling. I only get to play smutty games with them in the hopes of entertaining.
Notes: This is the 4th part of the original story Meeting in Knockturn Alley which was written for hentai_contest and the prompt Soliciting. That prompt is what brought on this strange creation in my mind and I was encouraged to continue it so I am doing just that and enjoying the characters in this setting very much!! I hope you enjoy them as well...
Post War Story Arc by HPFangirl71
Part 4: Settling In…
Draco looked around the flat that Potter had brought him to. It seemed comfortable and well furnished. They were only in the flat a few minutes before a house elf appeared out of nowhere. The creature was quick to address Potter with complete and utter reverence.
“Master Potter, Dabney is honored to serve you sir. Is I to be getting you anything?” the tiny creature squeaked out in greeting.
“Dabney I didn’t call you here to serve me, actually you will be serving a new master, master Malfoy. You will do anything he asks just as if it were my own orders.” Potter informed the elf in a quiet yet commanding voice.
“But master Potter… Malfoy is a known Deatheater. Is master sure he is wanting Dabney to serve such a wizard?” the elf asked boldly, ignoring the fact that Draco was actually standing in the same room and could hear every word he said.
“I am quite aware of Malfoy’s status as a Deatheater but you will still serve him just as if he was Mrs. Potter or myself, understand?”
The elf still looked a bit put out by having to serve a former Deatheater but nonetheless she would obey her master. The elf gave a slight bow of acknowledgement before Potter dismissed her and with a pop, she disappeared.
“Pretty uppity house elf you’ve got there Potter, sure she’ll actually listen to me.” Draco said to fill the uneasy silence.
“It’s her job, of course she will.” Harry stated in a matter of fact tone.
Draco knew he was right but it didn’t make the embarrassment any easier to bear, even the house elves knew of his fall from grace.
“Speaking of jobs…” Potter said as he approached Draco, pressing his groin suggestively against Draco’s backside.
Draco tensed just a bit at the man’s closeness but knew he had no choice in the matter. Potter was right this was his job now. It was a job not much better than the one he had had in Diagon Alley. He never flinched as Potter reached around to undo his belt.
“Remove you trousers, I want to take you right here.” he whispered into Draco’s ear.
Reluctantly Draco complied with the man’s wishes, removing his trousers and allowing himself to be pushed roughly down onto the couch. Potter released his own cock and Draco felt it pressing urgently against his arse cheek. Draco’s belt still in hand, Potter reared the leather strap back and spanked the man’s bared arse. Draco yelped in surprise at the first of the many slaps upon his derriere, but then bit his lower lip so he wouldn’t cry out. Potter kept up the assault for several minutes until he had Malfoy’s arse a pretty shade of pink with those tiny welts. He rubbed his hand over the bruised area before shoving his already leaking cock abruptly into Malfoy’s hole. Draco had everything he could do to hold back his pained cries. He felt the stinging of Potter’s assault upon his arse, the man’s cock stretching and tearing at his hole quite cruelly.
Potter pulled at Malfoy’s hair as he shoved himself further into the man’s entrance. Draco heard the moans of pleasure escaping the man’s mouth and it sickened him inside. Potter’s lips laid down a multitude of nips and bites along the crook of Draco’s neck. He plunged repeatedly into Draco’s body, until finally he was unable to hold back any longer. He spilled his release within the confines of Malfoy’s body with one final rough shove and fell panting atop the man. Draco didn’t move he just lay still beneath Potter, waiting for him to leave. Sure enough, Potter got up, adjusting his trousers and refusing to look Malfoy’s way.
“You should find everything you need here but if not let Dabney know and she’ll get it for you. I’ll be by after work before I go home.” he said in that clipped unemotional voice just before he Apparated out of sight.
Draco rolled over, his own half-erect cock ignored as he took in his new surroundings. Harry Potter hadn’t left a handful of galleons on the side table but the brusque manner in which he had taken Draco and then left made it all too clear that he thought of Draco as nothing more than a prostitute and his personal property. Draco Malfoy had sold himself to the highest bidder; he had in fact sold himself to the very man responsible for putting him on the streets in the first place. Anger and loathing threatened to consume him. As Draco moved about the flat, showering and dressing, he was surprised to find that Potter wasn’t the one his anger was targeting. Instead, he slowly realized that he despised himself more than he ever could Harry Potter…
Part 5
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Sexually Explicit, Language, Dub Con,Prostitution, Rough Sex, Spanking, Shamed Draco and Evil Harry. This will definitely be a mostly bottom!Draco story.
Word Count: 814
Disclaimer: I truly wish Draco and Harry belonged to me but alas, they belong to the genius of JK Rowling. I only get to play smutty games with them in the hopes of entertaining.
Notes: This is the 4th part of the original story Meeting in Knockturn Alley which was written for hentai_contest and the prompt Soliciting. That prompt is what brought on this strange creation in my mind and I was encouraged to continue it so I am doing just that and enjoying the characters in this setting very much!! I hope you enjoy them as well...
Post War Story Arc by HPFangirl71
Part 4: Settling In…
Draco looked around the flat that Potter had brought him to. It seemed comfortable and well furnished. They were only in the flat a few minutes before a house elf appeared out of nowhere. The creature was quick to address Potter with complete and utter reverence.
“Master Potter, Dabney is honored to serve you sir. Is I to be getting you anything?” the tiny creature squeaked out in greeting.
“Dabney I didn’t call you here to serve me, actually you will be serving a new master, master Malfoy. You will do anything he asks just as if it were my own orders.” Potter informed the elf in a quiet yet commanding voice.
“But master Potter… Malfoy is a known Deatheater. Is master sure he is wanting Dabney to serve such a wizard?” the elf asked boldly, ignoring the fact that Draco was actually standing in the same room and could hear every word he said.
“I am quite aware of Malfoy’s status as a Deatheater but you will still serve him just as if he was Mrs. Potter or myself, understand?”
The elf still looked a bit put out by having to serve a former Deatheater but nonetheless she would obey her master. The elf gave a slight bow of acknowledgement before Potter dismissed her and with a pop, she disappeared.
“Pretty uppity house elf you’ve got there Potter, sure she’ll actually listen to me.” Draco said to fill the uneasy silence.
“It’s her job, of course she will.” Harry stated in a matter of fact tone.
Draco knew he was right but it didn’t make the embarrassment any easier to bear, even the house elves knew of his fall from grace.
“Speaking of jobs…” Potter said as he approached Draco, pressing his groin suggestively against Draco’s backside.
Draco tensed just a bit at the man’s closeness but knew he had no choice in the matter. Potter was right this was his job now. It was a job not much better than the one he had had in Diagon Alley. He never flinched as Potter reached around to undo his belt.
“Remove you trousers, I want to take you right here.” he whispered into Draco’s ear.
Reluctantly Draco complied with the man’s wishes, removing his trousers and allowing himself to be pushed roughly down onto the couch. Potter released his own cock and Draco felt it pressing urgently against his arse cheek. Draco’s belt still in hand, Potter reared the leather strap back and spanked the man’s bared arse. Draco yelped in surprise at the first of the many slaps upon his derriere, but then bit his lower lip so he wouldn’t cry out. Potter kept up the assault for several minutes until he had Malfoy’s arse a pretty shade of pink with those tiny welts. He rubbed his hand over the bruised area before shoving his already leaking cock abruptly into Malfoy’s hole. Draco had everything he could do to hold back his pained cries. He felt the stinging of Potter’s assault upon his arse, the man’s cock stretching and tearing at his hole quite cruelly.
Potter pulled at Malfoy’s hair as he shoved himself further into the man’s entrance. Draco heard the moans of pleasure escaping the man’s mouth and it sickened him inside. Potter’s lips laid down a multitude of nips and bites along the crook of Draco’s neck. He plunged repeatedly into Draco’s body, until finally he was unable to hold back any longer. He spilled his release within the confines of Malfoy’s body with one final rough shove and fell panting atop the man. Draco didn’t move he just lay still beneath Potter, waiting for him to leave. Sure enough, Potter got up, adjusting his trousers and refusing to look Malfoy’s way.
“You should find everything you need here but if not let Dabney know and she’ll get it for you. I’ll be by after work before I go home.” he said in that clipped unemotional voice just before he Apparated out of sight.
Draco rolled over, his own half-erect cock ignored as he took in his new surroundings. Harry Potter hadn’t left a handful of galleons on the side table but the brusque manner in which he had taken Draco and then left made it all too clear that he thought of Draco as nothing more than a prostitute and his personal property. Draco Malfoy had sold himself to the highest bidder; he had in fact sold himself to the very man responsible for putting him on the streets in the first place. Anger and loathing threatened to consume him. As Draco moved about the flat, showering and dressing, he was surprised to find that Potter wasn’t the one his anger was targeting. Instead, he slowly realized that he despised himself more than he ever could Harry Potter…
Part 5