The Trade Chapter 3
Title: The Trade (Chapter 3)
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Unbetated!
Word count: 1,829
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: A slightly shorter chapter than before, but I am hoping of I make them shorter I can update more frequently. I rarely read through my fics before I post them so there will be errors and for this I apologize. If you see any glaring errors, point them out.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is desperate for Harry Potter's aid. In exchange for his help, Harry proposes a trade.
Once Harry had sent off the package with his new owl, Artemis, to Malfoy, he went back into his room. There was something he had to do before he was to leave to join Malfoy. As soon as he was inside his bedroom, he went over to his bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. He moved some things aside to reveal a book. The cover said A Midnight Summer’s Dream by William Shakespeare. The moment that Harry picked it up however the words shifted and the true book was revealed. A Wizard’s Guide to Gay Sex.
Harry took the book to his study. He summoned Kreacher and instructed him to bring is dinner in an hour’s time. He had some studying to do if he was to properly tease Malfoy. He set the book down on his desk and settled himself into his armchair.
Harry had obtained the book not long ago at a certain shop in Knockturn Alley that catered to people with his preferences. Glamours and other cloaking charms were expected, so he had charmed his hair red, adding a few freckles to his face and a few inches to his stature. He had looked like a member of the Weasley family when he had walked into The Naughty Gentleman (Harry was rather amused by the name). He had walked out with the book and a few other small items.
The shop owner had explained that the book was wrapped in clear plastic as a shield because as soon as its owner touched it, it was spelled to key itself to his touch. So the book would appear as an innocent book (for Harry it had chosen a Shakespeare play) until the owner touched it. So if Harry left it lying around (not that he would) and Ron or Hermione happened upon it, they would pick it up and in fact be able to read A Midnight Summer’s Dream.
Harry had already thumbed though the book, not having much time to spare to it because of all the events that followed the Final Battle, including attending and testifying at a few trials. However, now that he was actually going to carry out some of the acts illustrated in its pages, he felt the need to become familiar with them. He did not want Malfoy to suffer because of his inexperience. He wanted to be able to bring Malfoy pleasure, to tease him and leave him half satiated and half wondering if there would be more.
He opened the book and turned to the table of contents. Quickly scanning the titles of various chapters, he chose the one he needed. Turning to the chapter entitled The Magic of Preparation, he began to read, pausing every now and then to scan the illustrations. While the images and descriptions were arousing, he tried to ignore that aspect of it and took a more studious view.
He was so engrossed in the book that when Kreacher came in just after seven with his dinner, he started and almost knocked the tray right out of the poor house-elf’s hands.
“Sorry Kreacher,” he said sheepishly as he ran his hand through his hair.
“No worries, Master Harry.” He set the tray down on the desk to Harry’s right and was gone.
Harry looked down at the book and was surprised to find Shakespeare in front of him. He laughed to himself, closed the book and set it aside, for the moment. As he was eating an idea suddenly struck him.
Harry finished his meal and took up his book again. He turned to a different chapter: Magic Mouth. He smiled wickedly as he read through the chapter, he was so engrossed in his planning that he did not notice Kreacher come in and collect his dirty dishes.
It wasn’t until the grandfather clock in his study started to strike eight that Harry realized that he had to get ready. He had a Malfoy who was probably anxiously preparing for his coming. Harry chuckled at his own joke.
Harry pushed back from his desk, stood, gathered the book and made his way back up to his room. Once inside, he went again to his bedside table and put the book away. He went to his closet. He had to carefully pick out what he was going to wear. He was getting use to taking more care with his wardrobe. He had had a few conversations with a couple of people when the whirlwind of events had started. Harry had been required to attend most of them and dress the part of the Wizarding World’s Hero. His past choices of whatever was clean, was not going to do.
For this reason, Hermione had taken him shopping. Ginny had accompanied them, and that had been a bit awkward. Harry had known then that he was not going to get back together with Ginny. He had also been more than a little certain the main reason for that was because he was more attracted to men. Also he had the suspicion that Ginny had started to date someone and was trying to find a way to tell Harry while feeling guilty that she no longer returned the affection that she believed Harry still had for him. Needless to say, all of these unsaid things had made a simple shopping trip really uncomfortable. That was why he had bought almost anything that either of the girls had suggested. The only item that he had bought that had not been on the suggestion of his shopping companions had been the sleep set, part of which was now in Malfoy’s hands.
With the thoughts of the blond man, Harry shook way thoughts of the now long past shopping trip and again turned to the items in his closet. He needed something understated, comfortable and easy to slip out of. He chose a green jumper that complimented his eyes and soft khaki trousers. He also selected a white undershirt and a pair of simple white briefs. He laid his choices down on his bed and went into the connecting bathroom to have a shower.
Harry had less than hour to be at Malfoy’s so he was quick about his shower. He practically threw his clothes on; with a quick drying charm to hair he was out the door.
Harry Apparated to the front of the Malfoy property. The gate swung open for him, as it had that morning. He walked up to the front door and a house-elf opened it. It bowed at Harry.
“Mister Potter is to follow Trudy, please.”
This was it. Harry felt a moment of panic. Was he sure about what he was going to do? Was he really going to take Malfoy as his sex slave in exchange for testifying at his mother’s trail? No, that was not at all what he was going to do.
Harry had always planned to testify in favour of Narcissa because she had risked her life and had lied to Voldemort; saving his life. This was just a small way of getting back at Draco Malfoy for all the years of misery that he had caused Harry and his friends. Harry just wanted to watch him squirm a little bit. Besides, he was not actually going to hurt Malfoy, or even go all the way with him. Just a bit of teasing, then he would set him free from his oath and they could get on with their lives.
Harry realized that the house-elf was looking at him enquiringly. He had been stood at the doorstep staring into space. Harry shook his head and firmed his resolve. He thought of all the things he had read in his book earlier and once again decided that it was just a bit of innocent fun. No harm would come of it and Narcissa would be free. And Harry would so testify for Malfoy.
Harry stepped into the house and followed Trudy the house-elf. The door swung shut behind him and he was briefly startled, until he remembered that he was a wizard and sometimes doors tended to do things that like.
Trudy lead him up the stairs and then through many twist and turns and corridors. Harry was certain that if was asked to find his way out, he would not be able to.
Trudy stopped in front of a pair of door just as Harry a clock somewhere chimed hour. It was 9 o’clock on the dot. Harry was on time.
Trudy bowed again and with a faint pop she was gone. Harry stepped up to the doors and knocked. It felt like a very long while before he heard a barely perceptible “Come in.”
Harry took a deep breath and opened the door. There was Malfoy, sprawled on his bed, wearing that red silk robe that Harry had sent him. Malfoy shifted nervously and Harry could make out the HJP on the breast pocket. For some reason, that made Harry smile.
Malfoy blushed and shifted again. Harry stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.
“Good evening, Potter. I hope you are well.”
This surprised Harry. He had thought that Malfoy would be too discomposed to remember his manner. On second thought, it might makes things easier.
“I am very well indeed, Malfoy. I do however have a request.”
Harry watched Malfoy swallow. “Oh? What is your request? Did I not follow your instructions,” here Malfoy’s eyes narrowed, “to the letter.”
Harry was glad to see that spark in Malfoy’s eyes. It would be unnatural to have a meek Draco Malfoy before him. “You did very well in that. But I would like to ask you if you would call me Harry and allow me to call you Draco in return.”
Malfoy looked stunned; Harry had caught him off guard. Then Malfoy gathered his composure. “Of course, Harry.” His name was practically spit out. “You are about to do unspeakable things to my body, you might as well call me Draco.”
Harry could not keep himself form smiling. He had always liked a fiery Malfoy. He spared a moment to wonder why, before he replied. “Great.” He yanked off his jumper and undershirt all in one go, toes off his trainers and was about to undo his trousers when he heard Mal-Draco gasp. He looked up to see a rather pale, well paler than usual, Draco.
“What? Did you think we were going to do this fully clothed? Or have you simply never seen another naked man before?”
Two points of colour appeared on Draco’s cheeks. “Nothing of the sort, Harry. You are merely too fast for me. Let us hope that that’s not true in other areas as well.”
“Do not worry, Draco. I will go very, very slow.” With those words, Harry finished undoing his trousers. He shoved them and his briefs off and stood naked in front of a now blushing Draco.
Chapter 4
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Unbetated!
Word count: 1,829
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: A slightly shorter chapter than before, but I am hoping of I make them shorter I can update more frequently. I rarely read through my fics before I post them so there will be errors and for this I apologize. If you see any glaring errors, point them out.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is desperate for Harry Potter's aid. In exchange for his help, Harry proposes a trade.
Once Harry had sent off the package with his new owl, Artemis, to Malfoy, he went back into his room. There was something he had to do before he was to leave to join Malfoy. As soon as he was inside his bedroom, he went over to his bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. He moved some things aside to reveal a book. The cover said A Midnight Summer’s Dream by William Shakespeare. The moment that Harry picked it up however the words shifted and the true book was revealed. A Wizard’s Guide to Gay Sex.
Harry took the book to his study. He summoned Kreacher and instructed him to bring is dinner in an hour’s time. He had some studying to do if he was to properly tease Malfoy. He set the book down on his desk and settled himself into his armchair.
Harry had obtained the book not long ago at a certain shop in Knockturn Alley that catered to people with his preferences. Glamours and other cloaking charms were expected, so he had charmed his hair red, adding a few freckles to his face and a few inches to his stature. He had looked like a member of the Weasley family when he had walked into The Naughty Gentleman (Harry was rather amused by the name). He had walked out with the book and a few other small items.
The shop owner had explained that the book was wrapped in clear plastic as a shield because as soon as its owner touched it, it was spelled to key itself to his touch. So the book would appear as an innocent book (for Harry it had chosen a Shakespeare play) until the owner touched it. So if Harry left it lying around (not that he would) and Ron or Hermione happened upon it, they would pick it up and in fact be able to read A Midnight Summer’s Dream.
Harry had already thumbed though the book, not having much time to spare to it because of all the events that followed the Final Battle, including attending and testifying at a few trials. However, now that he was actually going to carry out some of the acts illustrated in its pages, he felt the need to become familiar with them. He did not want Malfoy to suffer because of his inexperience. He wanted to be able to bring Malfoy pleasure, to tease him and leave him half satiated and half wondering if there would be more.
He opened the book and turned to the table of contents. Quickly scanning the titles of various chapters, he chose the one he needed. Turning to the chapter entitled The Magic of Preparation, he began to read, pausing every now and then to scan the illustrations. While the images and descriptions were arousing, he tried to ignore that aspect of it and took a more studious view.
He was so engrossed in the book that when Kreacher came in just after seven with his dinner, he started and almost knocked the tray right out of the poor house-elf’s hands.
“Sorry Kreacher,” he said sheepishly as he ran his hand through his hair.
“No worries, Master Harry.” He set the tray down on the desk to Harry’s right and was gone.
Harry looked down at the book and was surprised to find Shakespeare in front of him. He laughed to himself, closed the book and set it aside, for the moment. As he was eating an idea suddenly struck him.
Harry finished his meal and took up his book again. He turned to a different chapter: Magic Mouth. He smiled wickedly as he read through the chapter, he was so engrossed in his planning that he did not notice Kreacher come in and collect his dirty dishes.
It wasn’t until the grandfather clock in his study started to strike eight that Harry realized that he had to get ready. He had a Malfoy who was probably anxiously preparing for his coming. Harry chuckled at his own joke.
Harry pushed back from his desk, stood, gathered the book and made his way back up to his room. Once inside, he went again to his bedside table and put the book away. He went to his closet. He had to carefully pick out what he was going to wear. He was getting use to taking more care with his wardrobe. He had had a few conversations with a couple of people when the whirlwind of events had started. Harry had been required to attend most of them and dress the part of the Wizarding World’s Hero. His past choices of whatever was clean, was not going to do.
For this reason, Hermione had taken him shopping. Ginny had accompanied them, and that had been a bit awkward. Harry had known then that he was not going to get back together with Ginny. He had also been more than a little certain the main reason for that was because he was more attracted to men. Also he had the suspicion that Ginny had started to date someone and was trying to find a way to tell Harry while feeling guilty that she no longer returned the affection that she believed Harry still had for him. Needless to say, all of these unsaid things had made a simple shopping trip really uncomfortable. That was why he had bought almost anything that either of the girls had suggested. The only item that he had bought that had not been on the suggestion of his shopping companions had been the sleep set, part of which was now in Malfoy’s hands.
With the thoughts of the blond man, Harry shook way thoughts of the now long past shopping trip and again turned to the items in his closet. He needed something understated, comfortable and easy to slip out of. He chose a green jumper that complimented his eyes and soft khaki trousers. He also selected a white undershirt and a pair of simple white briefs. He laid his choices down on his bed and went into the connecting bathroom to have a shower.
Harry had less than hour to be at Malfoy’s so he was quick about his shower. He practically threw his clothes on; with a quick drying charm to hair he was out the door.
Harry Apparated to the front of the Malfoy property. The gate swung open for him, as it had that morning. He walked up to the front door and a house-elf opened it. It bowed at Harry.
“Mister Potter is to follow Trudy, please.”
This was it. Harry felt a moment of panic. Was he sure about what he was going to do? Was he really going to take Malfoy as his sex slave in exchange for testifying at his mother’s trail? No, that was not at all what he was going to do.
Harry had always planned to testify in favour of Narcissa because she had risked her life and had lied to Voldemort; saving his life. This was just a small way of getting back at Draco Malfoy for all the years of misery that he had caused Harry and his friends. Harry just wanted to watch him squirm a little bit. Besides, he was not actually going to hurt Malfoy, or even go all the way with him. Just a bit of teasing, then he would set him free from his oath and they could get on with their lives.
Harry realized that the house-elf was looking at him enquiringly. He had been stood at the doorstep staring into space. Harry shook his head and firmed his resolve. He thought of all the things he had read in his book earlier and once again decided that it was just a bit of innocent fun. No harm would come of it and Narcissa would be free. And Harry would so testify for Malfoy.
Harry stepped into the house and followed Trudy the house-elf. The door swung shut behind him and he was briefly startled, until he remembered that he was a wizard and sometimes doors tended to do things that like.
Trudy lead him up the stairs and then through many twist and turns and corridors. Harry was certain that if was asked to find his way out, he would not be able to.
Trudy stopped in front of a pair of door just as Harry a clock somewhere chimed hour. It was 9 o’clock on the dot. Harry was on time.
Trudy bowed again and with a faint pop she was gone. Harry stepped up to the doors and knocked. It felt like a very long while before he heard a barely perceptible “Come in.”
Harry took a deep breath and opened the door. There was Malfoy, sprawled on his bed, wearing that red silk robe that Harry had sent him. Malfoy shifted nervously and Harry could make out the HJP on the breast pocket. For some reason, that made Harry smile.
Malfoy blushed and shifted again. Harry stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.
“Good evening, Potter. I hope you are well.”
This surprised Harry. He had thought that Malfoy would be too discomposed to remember his manner. On second thought, it might makes things easier.
“I am very well indeed, Malfoy. I do however have a request.”
Harry watched Malfoy swallow. “Oh? What is your request? Did I not follow your instructions,” here Malfoy’s eyes narrowed, “to the letter.”
Harry was glad to see that spark in Malfoy’s eyes. It would be unnatural to have a meek Draco Malfoy before him. “You did very well in that. But I would like to ask you if you would call me Harry and allow me to call you Draco in return.”
Malfoy looked stunned; Harry had caught him off guard. Then Malfoy gathered his composure. “Of course, Harry.” His name was practically spit out. “You are about to do unspeakable things to my body, you might as well call me Draco.”
Harry could not keep himself form smiling. He had always liked a fiery Malfoy. He spared a moment to wonder why, before he replied. “Great.” He yanked off his jumper and undershirt all in one go, toes off his trainers and was about to undo his trousers when he heard Mal-Draco gasp. He looked up to see a rather pale, well paler than usual, Draco.
“What? Did you think we were going to do this fully clothed? Or have you simply never seen another naked man before?”
Two points of colour appeared on Draco’s cheeks. “Nothing of the sort, Harry. You are merely too fast for me. Let us hope that that’s not true in other areas as well.”
“Do not worry, Draco. I will go very, very slow.” With those words, Harry finished undoing his trousers. He shoved them and his briefs off and stood naked in front of a now blushing Draco.
Chapter 4