FIC: Making Merry with Malfoy (R)
Today we are posting again two fics. :) The second will go up later in the day.
Title: Making Merry with Malfoy
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt: # 63
Summary: When Harry agreed to stand up for Hermione as Head Bridesman, he didn't expect he'd be obligated to spend the night with Best Man Draco Malfoy.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Theo/Hermione, Ron/Lavender
Warning(s): Sexual activity, slight consent issue
Word Count: 3675
Author's Notes: Special thanks to my beta spicykittins!
Making Merry with Malfoy
"Head Bridesmaid is quite an honor, mate. Ginny is insanely jealous."
"Ha ha, Ron," grumbled Harry. "I do consider it an honor that Hermione asked me to stand up for her at the wedding, but she agreed I can be referred to as Head Bridesman."
"Who's standing up for Nott as Best Man?" asked Ron. His attention was on the telly, however, as his beloved Cannons were playing.
"Malfoy is," Harry said absently. He, too, was watching the Quidditch match with avid interest.
Ron turned a horrified look on him. "You do know that it's tradition for the Best Man and the Head Bridesmaid to sleep together the night of the wedding, don't you?"
"Sorry?" Harry frowned, turning from the telly to see if Ron was taking the piss.
"Yeah, mate, that's how Lavender and I got back together after George and Angelina's wedding."
"You and Lavender had a history together," Harry pointed out. He returned his attention to the match, dismissing Ron's ridiculous assertion.
"And, you and Malfoy don't?" taunted Ron.
Harry snorted. "Yes, and I'm certain our mutual animosity will make for some fantastic sex after the ceremony," he said.
The Cannons scored a goal, and Harry and Ron both cheered as their topic of conversation was forgotten.
~~~
"It's not a dress, Harry. They're dress robes," said Hermione. "They're quite similar to what Dumbledore used to wear."
"Dumbledore was bent," Harry remarked as he held up the pale green garment he was expected to wear at Hermione's wedding.
"So are you," Hermione responded with an unladylike snort.
"Yes, well, I'm not flaming," said Harry. "At least, I wasn't before having to wear this thing."
"You'll look smashing in that color," Hermione said. "That's one of the reasons I chose it."
Harry held the robes up to himself and looked in the mirror. The soft green shade did make his eyes stand out. He wondered what Malfoy's reaction would be to seeing him in these robes. Thinking of Malfoy reminded Harry of the conversation he'd had with Ron. "Say, Hermione," he began, only to be interrupted by the soft strains of The Wedding March.
Hermione gave him an apologetic smile as she fished her mobile phone out of her bag. She glanced at the display screen before bringing the phone to her ear. "Hello, mum," Hermione greeted. "Yes, everything is going smoothly. Theo's mother is handling the arrangements for our magical bonding ceremony, and I'm counting on you to take care of most of the details for our, er, normal wedding at the church. White roses will be perfect..."
By the time Hermione finished her conversation, Harry had forgotten what he'd been about to ask her.
~~~
The bonding ceremony of Miss Hermione Granger and Mister Theodore Nott was accomplished with smooth precision. Harry stood up with his friend proudly, taking care of the small details such as holding Hermione's bouquet and straightening the train of her gown when she moved. Harry had to remind himself to stay focused, as his eyes kept straying to Draco Malfoy, who was standing up for Nott. Malfoy was dressed in a gray suit with a vest and tie that matched the color of Harry's formal robes.
Harry's mind kept straying to the conversation he'd had with Ron, in which Ron had stated that Harry was expected to sleep with Malfoy later tonight. While Harry couldn't deny the prospect had its merits, he wasn't about to be pressured into it. If he and Malfoy were to shag, it was going to be on Harry's terms, and not because of some absurd Wizarding tradition.
Harry barely paid attention to the Officiant, so engrossed was he in making sure Hermione didn't trip over her train. At a certain point in the ceremony, he thought he felt a tingle of magic flow over him. Harry looked up sharply, but none of the others standing in front of the assembly seemed affected. He shrugged it off and tried to prevent his gaze from straying Malfoy's way too often.
At the culmination of the ceremony, Harry watched proudly as Hermione strode down the aisle with her new husband to the cheers of the guests. Hermione looked beautiful in her white gown, and Harry smiled as he recalled the first time he'd seen her -- all bushy hair and bossy attitude.
"Shall we, Potter?"
Harry was roused from his memories by Malfoy's voice. He turned his head to see Malfoy offering him his arm. Harry curled his hand into the crook of Malfoy's elbow and allowed himself to be promenaded down the aisle.
The wedding party and guests would now Floo to the Notts' manor home for dinner and dancing. Harry knew he would be expected to dance with Malfoy, and he found himself looking forward to it. Afterward, however, he planned to dance with many other partners, including the beautiful bride.
Dinner was a convivial affair. Harry sat at the head table with Hermione, Nott and Malfoy. Waiters, not elves, per Hermione's wishes, kept the champagne flowing, and Harry indulged a little more than he normally did. He offered a toast to the bride and groom and clapped politely after Malfoy made a toast. Finally, Hermione and Nott took the floor for their first dance together as husband and wife. Hermione had selected a lovely Muggle song, rather than the traditional waltz. Luna did the honors of singing, and Harry was surprised at how lovely her voice was.
Once the first dance was completed, accompanied by a round of applause from the assembled guests, a second song began. This time, Malfoy took Harry's arm and led him onto the floor with their friends. They maintained an appropriate distance between themselves as they swayed and turned on the dance floor.
"I wasn't too keen on the after-party, Potter," said Malfoy. "However, seeing you in those robes and dancing with you like this has made me quite eager."
Harry frowned in confusion. "What after-party?" he asked. No one had mentioned a pub crawl or anything of the sort to him. Malfoy smiled at him. A slow, sexy smile that caused Harry's heart to skip a beat.
"I am referring to later tonight, when you and I will fulfill our part of the marriage contract," Malfoy said.
"Wearing this robe, standing up for Hermione, giving a toast and then dancing with you fulfills my part of the bargain, Malfoy."
"Potter, did no one explain to you that the Best Man and the Head Bridesmaid are obligated to sleep together the night of the wedding?!"
Harry missed a step and stumbled against Malfoy. He glared up into Malfoy's entirely too smug face. "You're lying," Harry stated, trying to put a little extra distance between them. Malfoy's arms tightened around him, preventing Harry from escaping.
"I am completely serious," he said.
"I won't do it."
"You have no choice."
"The hell I don't!" Harry snarled.
"Potter, by agreeing to stand up for Granger during the wedding, you have subjected yourself to a binding contract to have sex with the Best Man," said Malfoy. "Did you not feel the magic during the latter portion of the ceremony?"
Harry's rhythm faltered again. He had felt magic brush against him, but he had attributed it to the magic binding Hermione and Nott together. Mercifully, the song ended, and Harry pushed himself out of Malfoy's grasp and walked as calmly as possible to where Ron and Lavender were seated. Lavender waved at someone across the ballroom and immediately excused herself, leaving Harry and Ron alone at the table.
"What's wrong, mate?" asked Ron. "You look like you did when we saw that troll in First year."
"I'm supposed to have sex with Malfoy!" Harry whispered harshly.
Ron nodded slowly. "I told you that the other day," he said.
"I thought you were taking the piss!"
"Didn't Hermione explain it to you?" asked Ron. He tugged at his tie as his face turned red.
"No, and she's a bit busy now, so why don't you explain it to me?" growled Harry.
Ron took a gulp of champagne, obviously stalling. When he set his glass down, he looked more uncomfortable than ever. "Do you know why people ask friends to stand with them when they get married?" he asked.
"To keep them from bolting at the last second?" Harry guessed with a grin.
"Tosser," snorted Ron. "Traditionally, it was to fool evil spirits."
"Sorry?"
Ron leaned back in his chair as he warmed to his tale. "In the old days, it was said that evil spirits would try to disrupt a wedding in an effort to cause misery for the happy couple. For that reason, the bride and groom would have friends stand with them, to trick the evil spirits," said Ron.
"I think I get it," Harry said. "If there were several people in a group, the evil spirits would be confused. They wouldn't be able to zero in on the two getting married."
"Yeah," Ron beamed. "Exactly."
"I still don't get how that translates into me sleeping with Malfoy," said Harry. He eyed the half empty glasses of champagne on the table and licked his lips. He was parched after dancing and arguing with Malfoy. Unfortunately, he didn't see any waiters in the vicinity.
"That's because when the newlyweds, er, consummated their bond later that night, the evil spirits would still be trying to cause trouble," said Ron, continuing his explanation. "So, to throw them off, the wedding party would also, um, make merry that night."
Sod it, thought Harry, grabbing the nearest glass and knocking back a large gulp of champagne.
"That was Lavender's, mate."
"Sorry," mumbled Harry, taking another, smaller sip. He twirled the glass in his fingers and looked at Ron. "I can break with tradition, yeah? I don't have to, uh, make merry with Malfoy, do I?"
Ron took a gulp of his own champagne. "It's a magically binding contract," he said.
Harry's control slipped, and the glass in his hand shattered.
~~~
"Here we are," said Malfoy, ushering Harry into the suite of rooms they had been assigned.
Harry balked just inside the doorway. "Can't we go to a hotel and do this?" he sighed. It was embarrassing enough that everyone knew he was obligated to have sex with Malfoy tonight, and he would prefer more privacy than a suite in the Notts' mansion.
"We have to remain in the vicinity of the newlyweds, Potter," said Malfoy. "How else are we to thwart the evil spirits?"
"Salt and holy water?" Harry suggested...hoped.
"Sorry?"
Harry waved Malfoy off. "Let's get this over with," he said. "I'll shag you, and then we can both get some sleep."
"It doesn't work like that," said Malfoy. He loosened his tie and began removing his cuff links.
"We don't have to shag more than once, do we?" asked Harry. He tried to sound outraged, but his body was thrumming at the prospect of buggering Malfoy all night long.
Malfoy smirked at him. "As Best Man, it is my privilege to shag the Head Bridesmaid," he said.
"Absolutely not!" cried Harry.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy taunted.
"No, I'm not scared of you," Harry said with a sneer. "I simply don't bottom."
Malfoy's eyes lit up. "You're a virgin?" he grinned.
"I've bottomed before," said Harry, lifting his chin in a show of bravado. "I just didn't like it." His first time had been awkward and painful, and he wasn't keen on repeating the experience.
"I'm quite certain I'm more skilled at sex than anyone you've slept with before," Malfoy declared. His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "Why aren't you getting undressed?"
"I'm not having sex with you!"
"Leave then, Potter," Malfoy said, shrugging out of his shirt.
Harry's eyes narrowed, wondering if this was a trick. When Malfoy turned his back on him, Harry made a break for it. He moved to the door as quickly as he could without making it look like he was running away. Harry reached for the door knob and received a jolt for his trouble.
"Ouch!" he cried. Harry wheeled around to glare at Malfoy in accusation. "That hurt, you arsehole!"
"Don't blame me," said Malfoy. "I didn't do it. Magically binding contract, remember?"
Harry glowered at him. "Do you mean to tell me we can't leave this suite unless we shag?"
"Until we shag," Malfoy replied. "It's inevitable, Potter, so please stop dithering over it." He was bare-chested now as he reached for his belt buckle.
Harry's eyes followed the movement, and he had to consciously refrain from licking his lips. Malfoy was fit these days, and sex didn't seem like such a bad idea. Harry, however, wanted to be the one drilling Malfoy in the arse, not the other way around.
"Let me top," Harry tried once more. "Who will know, except us?"
"Nice try, Potter, but no deal," said Malfoy. "Take off your clothes and join me in bed, please," he added. "I'd like to leave here in the morning."
Harry hesitated. It seemed he had no choice in the matter, which rankled, but he would also like to leave this suite. In fact, the sooner he left the better. Harry grimaced, but he began disrobing. Malfoy made no comment, for which Harry was grateful. It was bad enough he was being coerced into having sex with Malfoy; taunts would have made an undesirable situation unbearable.
By the time Harry finished undressing, Malfoy had turned the covers back and was lounging on the bed, slicking his cock with lube. Harry's prick was interested in the impending activity, even if he professed not to be. It jutted from its base of curls as if pointing the way to the bed.
"Do you plan to prepare yourself, Potter, or would you like me to do it for you?" Malfoy offered with complete nonchalance.
Harry's first instinct was to do it himself, but he had never done it before. The first and only time he'd ever bottomed, his partner had taken care of that detail. The sex had still been uncomfortable and unsatisfying. Malfoy, however, was older and presumably more experienced. Harry could attempt it himself, or he could throw caution to the wind and trust Malfoy to do it.
Harry crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He removed his glasses and set them on a side table. Harry swung his legs up and lay down on the bed, posture stiff. "Since you're so keen to shag," he said, "you can do all the work."
"Fair enough," Malfoy said with a half-shrug. "It will be easier if you roll over," he added.
Harry couldn't disagree with that, so he turned onto his stomach and rested his head on his folded arms. At least in this position, Malfoy couldn't see him grimace. Or blush. A firm hand settled on Harry's arse, and he twitched.
All Malfoy said was, "Raise up a little."
Harry obliged, lifting his arse and feeling his face get hot. This was not a position he'd wanted to find himself in with Malfoy. Ever. Harry's cock, however, was still on board with the activity, and Harry had to suppress the urge to frot against the sheets. Malfoy crowded closer, and Harry could feel the warmth emanating from his body. The pad of one lubed finger swirled around the sensitive skin at Harry's entrance, and he flinched.
"Relax, Potter," said Malfoy. "One finger won't hurt at all." As he spoke, Malfoy's finger pressed inward, breaching Harry's body.
There was no discomfort. Harry had to admit it felt rather good, actually. Malfoy worked his finger in and out, imitating what he'd be doing with his cock in a matter of moments.
"I'm adding another finger," Malfoy said.
Harry winced. The sensation wasn't painful, but it was somewhat uncomfortable.
Malfoy repeated the process of working both fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch Harry's opening.
Harry began to squirm, and Malfoy's other hand splayed across the small of his back.
"Hold still," he said. "I realize you don't like this, but it's necessary."
Harry had to give Malfoy credit. He seemed to be taking this task seriously, and Harry didn't get the impression that Malfoy was deliberately attempting to hurt him. Malfoy's fingers plunged inward, brushing over an exquisitely sensitive part of Harry's anatomy. Harry's entire body jolted, and his cock jerked in reaction.
"Does that feel good?" asked Malfoy.
Harry could hear the smile in his voice, and he didn't bother to answer. Malfoy clearly didn't need to have his ego massaged in the same manner that he was currently massaging Harry's prostate. Harry tried to remain still, but the sensation was proving too much for him. His hips began to undulate as he pushed back, fucking himself on Malfoy's talented fingers.
"Are you ready for more, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry breathed, not even cognizant of what he was agreeing to. He grunted when a third finger breached the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. Harry tried to squirm away, but Malfoy anticipated his evasive maneuver and kept him in place with the hand on his back.
"Alright there, Potter?"
"Yes," gritted Harry. This wasn't the most pleasant thing he'd ever experienced, but it was far from the worst. Malfoy wasn't trying to kill him, after all. Harry gradually relaxed as he became accustomed to having three fingers up his arse. Malfoy resumed rubbing his prostate, and Harry buried his face in the pillow to keep from moaning out loud.
Harry felt Malfoy move, and a knee nudged his legs farther apart. Harry tensed, aware that it was time for the main event. He grudgingly rose to all fours and parted his legs, allowing Malfoy to kneel behind him. Malfoy withdrew his fingers and guided his cock into position. He thrust forward, sinking into Harry's prepared body.
Harry clenched his teeth, determined not to cry out. He wouldn't give Malfoy the satisfaction. There was some discomfort involved in being penetrated, but it wasn't exactly painful. Harry realized Malfoy had gone still behind him. He could feel Malfoy's hands on his hips, and Malfoy's thumbs were rubbing small circles on Harry's arse cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Malfoy asked. His voice sounded strained.
"Yeah," Harry rasped. "Just get on with it."
"I'm not going to get on with it until I'm sure you're ready," said Malfoy. "Believe it or not, Potter, I want you to enjoy this experience, too."
"I suppose you have a reputation to uphold," snarked Harry. He grunted when Malfoy thrust in deeper.
"Be that as it may, it's not the only reason I want you to enjoy this," Malfoy said. His hips pushed forward again, and he succeeded in burying himself to the balls inside of Harry.
Harry's fingers tightened in the sheets. The sensation of having Malfoy deep inside of him wasn't entirely unpleasant, but he didn't want to like it. Malfoy drew back slowly, and Harry's rim clenched in reaction. Malfoy pushed in again and began repeating the motion, gradually thrusting faster and harder. Harry exhaled on each thrust, his sharp puffs of breath becoming soft cries of reluctant pleasure.
Malfoy draped himself over Harry's back and breathed hotly on his neck as he continued fucking Harry. He wrapped a long-fingered hand around Harry's rigid cock and stroked him in time with the driving motions of his own body.
A louder cry fell from Harry's lips, but he couldn't help himself. Malfoy was wanking him the way he did himself, with short, rough jerks. Tension spread through Harry's muscles, and he felt his balls tighten. He was on the verge of climax, and all thoughts of thwarting Malfoy fled.
"Come on, Potter," Malfoy panted. "Come for me; you know you want to-"
Harry's back arched, and a hoarse shout rumbled from his throat as he clamped down on Malfoy's cock and spilled over his hand. Harry's trembling arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the pillows. There was an awkward moment when Malfoy half fell atop Harry, but he levered himself upright once more and resumed thrusting into Harry. Malfoy groaned, and Harry felt the results of his release pulse inside of him.
After a moment, Harry tried to twitch away. Malfoy huffed out a sigh and eased himself free. He moved to lie on his side next to Harry.
"I'm leaving," Harry announced. He made no move to rise, however.
"You can't," said Malfoy. "We need to stay and shag all night to confuse the evil spirits."
Harry tried to muster a sneer and failed. "I'm topping next time," he grumbled instead.
"Best Man has to bugger the Head Bridesmaid," Malfoy reminded him. "You can bottom from the top next time," he offered magnanimously.
"How generous of you," Harry said, voice edged with sarcasm. He brought a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn.
"Too bad for you our positions weren't reversed," Malfoy taunted. He located his wand and doused the lights.
Harry grinned in the darkness. "You may find yourself eating those words, Malfoy," he said. "Seamus and Parkinson had their hands all over one another at the reception."
Title: Making Merry with Malfoy
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt: # 63
Summary: When Harry agreed to stand up for Hermione as Head Bridesman, he didn't expect he'd be obligated to spend the night with Best Man Draco Malfoy.
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Theo/Hermione, Ron/Lavender
Warning(s): Sexual activity, slight consent issue
Word Count: 3675
Author's Notes: Special thanks to my beta spicykittins!
Making Merry with Malfoy
"Head Bridesmaid is quite an honor, mate. Ginny is insanely jealous."
"Ha ha, Ron," grumbled Harry. "I do consider it an honor that Hermione asked me to stand up for her at the wedding, but she agreed I can be referred to as Head Bridesman."
"Who's standing up for Nott as Best Man?" asked Ron. His attention was on the telly, however, as his beloved Cannons were playing.
"Malfoy is," Harry said absently. He, too, was watching the Quidditch match with avid interest.
Ron turned a horrified look on him. "You do know that it's tradition for the Best Man and the Head Bridesmaid to sleep together the night of the wedding, don't you?"
"Sorry?" Harry frowned, turning from the telly to see if Ron was taking the piss.
"Yeah, mate, that's how Lavender and I got back together after George and Angelina's wedding."
"You and Lavender had a history together," Harry pointed out. He returned his attention to the match, dismissing Ron's ridiculous assertion.
"And, you and Malfoy don't?" taunted Ron.
Harry snorted. "Yes, and I'm certain our mutual animosity will make for some fantastic sex after the ceremony," he said.
The Cannons scored a goal, and Harry and Ron both cheered as their topic of conversation was forgotten.
~~~
"It's not a dress, Harry. They're dress robes," said Hermione. "They're quite similar to what Dumbledore used to wear."
"Dumbledore was bent," Harry remarked as he held up the pale green garment he was expected to wear at Hermione's wedding.
"So are you," Hermione responded with an unladylike snort.
"Yes, well, I'm not flaming," said Harry. "At least, I wasn't before having to wear this thing."
"You'll look smashing in that color," Hermione said. "That's one of the reasons I chose it."
Harry held the robes up to himself and looked in the mirror. The soft green shade did make his eyes stand out. He wondered what Malfoy's reaction would be to seeing him in these robes. Thinking of Malfoy reminded Harry of the conversation he'd had with Ron. "Say, Hermione," he began, only to be interrupted by the soft strains of The Wedding March.
Hermione gave him an apologetic smile as she fished her mobile phone out of her bag. She glanced at the display screen before bringing the phone to her ear. "Hello, mum," Hermione greeted. "Yes, everything is going smoothly. Theo's mother is handling the arrangements for our magical bonding ceremony, and I'm counting on you to take care of most of the details for our, er, normal wedding at the church. White roses will be perfect..."
By the time Hermione finished her conversation, Harry had forgotten what he'd been about to ask her.
~~~
The bonding ceremony of Miss Hermione Granger and Mister Theodore Nott was accomplished with smooth precision. Harry stood up with his friend proudly, taking care of the small details such as holding Hermione's bouquet and straightening the train of her gown when she moved. Harry had to remind himself to stay focused, as his eyes kept straying to Draco Malfoy, who was standing up for Nott. Malfoy was dressed in a gray suit with a vest and tie that matched the color of Harry's formal robes.
Harry's mind kept straying to the conversation he'd had with Ron, in which Ron had stated that Harry was expected to sleep with Malfoy later tonight. While Harry couldn't deny the prospect had its merits, he wasn't about to be pressured into it. If he and Malfoy were to shag, it was going to be on Harry's terms, and not because of some absurd Wizarding tradition.
Harry barely paid attention to the Officiant, so engrossed was he in making sure Hermione didn't trip over her train. At a certain point in the ceremony, he thought he felt a tingle of magic flow over him. Harry looked up sharply, but none of the others standing in front of the assembly seemed affected. He shrugged it off and tried to prevent his gaze from straying Malfoy's way too often.
At the culmination of the ceremony, Harry watched proudly as Hermione strode down the aisle with her new husband to the cheers of the guests. Hermione looked beautiful in her white gown, and Harry smiled as he recalled the first time he'd seen her -- all bushy hair and bossy attitude.
"Shall we, Potter?"
Harry was roused from his memories by Malfoy's voice. He turned his head to see Malfoy offering him his arm. Harry curled his hand into the crook of Malfoy's elbow and allowed himself to be promenaded down the aisle.
The wedding party and guests would now Floo to the Notts' manor home for dinner and dancing. Harry knew he would be expected to dance with Malfoy, and he found himself looking forward to it. Afterward, however, he planned to dance with many other partners, including the beautiful bride.
Dinner was a convivial affair. Harry sat at the head table with Hermione, Nott and Malfoy. Waiters, not elves, per Hermione's wishes, kept the champagne flowing, and Harry indulged a little more than he normally did. He offered a toast to the bride and groom and clapped politely after Malfoy made a toast. Finally, Hermione and Nott took the floor for their first dance together as husband and wife. Hermione had selected a lovely Muggle song, rather than the traditional waltz. Luna did the honors of singing, and Harry was surprised at how lovely her voice was.
Once the first dance was completed, accompanied by a round of applause from the assembled guests, a second song began. This time, Malfoy took Harry's arm and led him onto the floor with their friends. They maintained an appropriate distance between themselves as they swayed and turned on the dance floor.
"I wasn't too keen on the after-party, Potter," said Malfoy. "However, seeing you in those robes and dancing with you like this has made me quite eager."
Harry frowned in confusion. "What after-party?" he asked. No one had mentioned a pub crawl or anything of the sort to him. Malfoy smiled at him. A slow, sexy smile that caused Harry's heart to skip a beat.
"I am referring to later tonight, when you and I will fulfill our part of the marriage contract," Malfoy said.
"Wearing this robe, standing up for Hermione, giving a toast and then dancing with you fulfills my part of the bargain, Malfoy."
"Potter, did no one explain to you that the Best Man and the Head Bridesmaid are obligated to sleep together the night of the wedding?!"
Harry missed a step and stumbled against Malfoy. He glared up into Malfoy's entirely too smug face. "You're lying," Harry stated, trying to put a little extra distance between them. Malfoy's arms tightened around him, preventing Harry from escaping.
"I am completely serious," he said.
"I won't do it."
"You have no choice."
"The hell I don't!" Harry snarled.
"Potter, by agreeing to stand up for Granger during the wedding, you have subjected yourself to a binding contract to have sex with the Best Man," said Malfoy. "Did you not feel the magic during the latter portion of the ceremony?"
Harry's rhythm faltered again. He had felt magic brush against him, but he had attributed it to the magic binding Hermione and Nott together. Mercifully, the song ended, and Harry pushed himself out of Malfoy's grasp and walked as calmly as possible to where Ron and Lavender were seated. Lavender waved at someone across the ballroom and immediately excused herself, leaving Harry and Ron alone at the table.
"What's wrong, mate?" asked Ron. "You look like you did when we saw that troll in First year."
"I'm supposed to have sex with Malfoy!" Harry whispered harshly.
Ron nodded slowly. "I told you that the other day," he said.
"I thought you were taking the piss!"
"Didn't Hermione explain it to you?" asked Ron. He tugged at his tie as his face turned red.
"No, and she's a bit busy now, so why don't you explain it to me?" growled Harry.
Ron took a gulp of champagne, obviously stalling. When he set his glass down, he looked more uncomfortable than ever. "Do you know why people ask friends to stand with them when they get married?" he asked.
"To keep them from bolting at the last second?" Harry guessed with a grin.
"Tosser," snorted Ron. "Traditionally, it was to fool evil spirits."
"Sorry?"
Ron leaned back in his chair as he warmed to his tale. "In the old days, it was said that evil spirits would try to disrupt a wedding in an effort to cause misery for the happy couple. For that reason, the bride and groom would have friends stand with them, to trick the evil spirits," said Ron.
"I think I get it," Harry said. "If there were several people in a group, the evil spirits would be confused. They wouldn't be able to zero in on the two getting married."
"Yeah," Ron beamed. "Exactly."
"I still don't get how that translates into me sleeping with Malfoy," said Harry. He eyed the half empty glasses of champagne on the table and licked his lips. He was parched after dancing and arguing with Malfoy. Unfortunately, he didn't see any waiters in the vicinity.
"That's because when the newlyweds, er, consummated their bond later that night, the evil spirits would still be trying to cause trouble," said Ron, continuing his explanation. "So, to throw them off, the wedding party would also, um, make merry that night."
Sod it, thought Harry, grabbing the nearest glass and knocking back a large gulp of champagne.
"That was Lavender's, mate."
"Sorry," mumbled Harry, taking another, smaller sip. He twirled the glass in his fingers and looked at Ron. "I can break with tradition, yeah? I don't have to, uh, make merry with Malfoy, do I?"
Ron took a gulp of his own champagne. "It's a magically binding contract," he said.
Harry's control slipped, and the glass in his hand shattered.
~~~
"Here we are," said Malfoy, ushering Harry into the suite of rooms they had been assigned.
Harry balked just inside the doorway. "Can't we go to a hotel and do this?" he sighed. It was embarrassing enough that everyone knew he was obligated to have sex with Malfoy tonight, and he would prefer more privacy than a suite in the Notts' mansion.
"We have to remain in the vicinity of the newlyweds, Potter," said Malfoy. "How else are we to thwart the evil spirits?"
"Salt and holy water?" Harry suggested...hoped.
"Sorry?"
Harry waved Malfoy off. "Let's get this over with," he said. "I'll shag you, and then we can both get some sleep."
"It doesn't work like that," said Malfoy. He loosened his tie and began removing his cuff links.
"We don't have to shag more than once, do we?" asked Harry. He tried to sound outraged, but his body was thrumming at the prospect of buggering Malfoy all night long.
Malfoy smirked at him. "As Best Man, it is my privilege to shag the Head Bridesmaid," he said.
"Absolutely not!" cried Harry.
"Scared, Potter?" Malfoy taunted.
"No, I'm not scared of you," Harry said with a sneer. "I simply don't bottom."
Malfoy's eyes lit up. "You're a virgin?" he grinned.
"I've bottomed before," said Harry, lifting his chin in a show of bravado. "I just didn't like it." His first time had been awkward and painful, and he wasn't keen on repeating the experience.
"I'm quite certain I'm more skilled at sex than anyone you've slept with before," Malfoy declared. His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "Why aren't you getting undressed?"
"I'm not having sex with you!"
"Leave then, Potter," Malfoy said, shrugging out of his shirt.
Harry's eyes narrowed, wondering if this was a trick. When Malfoy turned his back on him, Harry made a break for it. He moved to the door as quickly as he could without making it look like he was running away. Harry reached for the door knob and received a jolt for his trouble.
"Ouch!" he cried. Harry wheeled around to glare at Malfoy in accusation. "That hurt, you arsehole!"
"Don't blame me," said Malfoy. "I didn't do it. Magically binding contract, remember?"
Harry glowered at him. "Do you mean to tell me we can't leave this suite unless we shag?"
"Until we shag," Malfoy replied. "It's inevitable, Potter, so please stop dithering over it." He was bare-chested now as he reached for his belt buckle.
Harry's eyes followed the movement, and he had to consciously refrain from licking his lips. Malfoy was fit these days, and sex didn't seem like such a bad idea. Harry, however, wanted to be the one drilling Malfoy in the arse, not the other way around.
"Let me top," Harry tried once more. "Who will know, except us?"
"Nice try, Potter, but no deal," said Malfoy. "Take off your clothes and join me in bed, please," he added. "I'd like to leave here in the morning."
Harry hesitated. It seemed he had no choice in the matter, which rankled, but he would also like to leave this suite. In fact, the sooner he left the better. Harry grimaced, but he began disrobing. Malfoy made no comment, for which Harry was grateful. It was bad enough he was being coerced into having sex with Malfoy; taunts would have made an undesirable situation unbearable.
By the time Harry finished undressing, Malfoy had turned the covers back and was lounging on the bed, slicking his cock with lube. Harry's prick was interested in the impending activity, even if he professed not to be. It jutted from its base of curls as if pointing the way to the bed.
"Do you plan to prepare yourself, Potter, or would you like me to do it for you?" Malfoy offered with complete nonchalance.
Harry's first instinct was to do it himself, but he had never done it before. The first and only time he'd ever bottomed, his partner had taken care of that detail. The sex had still been uncomfortable and unsatisfying. Malfoy, however, was older and presumably more experienced. Harry could attempt it himself, or he could throw caution to the wind and trust Malfoy to do it.
Harry crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He removed his glasses and set them on a side table. Harry swung his legs up and lay down on the bed, posture stiff. "Since you're so keen to shag," he said, "you can do all the work."
"Fair enough," Malfoy said with a half-shrug. "It will be easier if you roll over," he added.
Harry couldn't disagree with that, so he turned onto his stomach and rested his head on his folded arms. At least in this position, Malfoy couldn't see him grimace. Or blush. A firm hand settled on Harry's arse, and he twitched.
All Malfoy said was, "Raise up a little."
Harry obliged, lifting his arse and feeling his face get hot. This was not a position he'd wanted to find himself in with Malfoy. Ever. Harry's cock, however, was still on board with the activity, and Harry had to suppress the urge to frot against the sheets. Malfoy crowded closer, and Harry could feel the warmth emanating from his body. The pad of one lubed finger swirled around the sensitive skin at Harry's entrance, and he flinched.
"Relax, Potter," said Malfoy. "One finger won't hurt at all." As he spoke, Malfoy's finger pressed inward, breaching Harry's body.
There was no discomfort. Harry had to admit it felt rather good, actually. Malfoy worked his finger in and out, imitating what he'd be doing with his cock in a matter of moments.
"I'm adding another finger," Malfoy said.
Harry winced. The sensation wasn't painful, but it was somewhat uncomfortable.
Malfoy repeated the process of working both fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch Harry's opening.
Harry began to squirm, and Malfoy's other hand splayed across the small of his back.
"Hold still," he said. "I realize you don't like this, but it's necessary."
Harry had to give Malfoy credit. He seemed to be taking this task seriously, and Harry didn't get the impression that Malfoy was deliberately attempting to hurt him. Malfoy's fingers plunged inward, brushing over an exquisitely sensitive part of Harry's anatomy. Harry's entire body jolted, and his cock jerked in reaction.
"Does that feel good?" asked Malfoy.
Harry could hear the smile in his voice, and he didn't bother to answer. Malfoy clearly didn't need to have his ego massaged in the same manner that he was currently massaging Harry's prostate. Harry tried to remain still, but the sensation was proving too much for him. His hips began to undulate as he pushed back, fucking himself on Malfoy's talented fingers.
"Are you ready for more, Potter?"
"Yes," Harry breathed, not even cognizant of what he was agreeing to. He grunted when a third finger breached the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. Harry tried to squirm away, but Malfoy anticipated his evasive maneuver and kept him in place with the hand on his back.
"Alright there, Potter?"
"Yes," gritted Harry. This wasn't the most pleasant thing he'd ever experienced, but it was far from the worst. Malfoy wasn't trying to kill him, after all. Harry gradually relaxed as he became accustomed to having three fingers up his arse. Malfoy resumed rubbing his prostate, and Harry buried his face in the pillow to keep from moaning out loud.
Harry felt Malfoy move, and a knee nudged his legs farther apart. Harry tensed, aware that it was time for the main event. He grudgingly rose to all fours and parted his legs, allowing Malfoy to kneel behind him. Malfoy withdrew his fingers and guided his cock into position. He thrust forward, sinking into Harry's prepared body.
Harry clenched his teeth, determined not to cry out. He wouldn't give Malfoy the satisfaction. There was some discomfort involved in being penetrated, but it wasn't exactly painful. Harry realized Malfoy had gone still behind him. He could feel Malfoy's hands on his hips, and Malfoy's thumbs were rubbing small circles on Harry's arse cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Malfoy asked. His voice sounded strained.
"Yeah," Harry rasped. "Just get on with it."
"I'm not going to get on with it until I'm sure you're ready," said Malfoy. "Believe it or not, Potter, I want you to enjoy this experience, too."
"I suppose you have a reputation to uphold," snarked Harry. He grunted when Malfoy thrust in deeper.
"Be that as it may, it's not the only reason I want you to enjoy this," Malfoy said. His hips pushed forward again, and he succeeded in burying himself to the balls inside of Harry.
Harry's fingers tightened in the sheets. The sensation of having Malfoy deep inside of him wasn't entirely unpleasant, but he didn't want to like it. Malfoy drew back slowly, and Harry's rim clenched in reaction. Malfoy pushed in again and began repeating the motion, gradually thrusting faster and harder. Harry exhaled on each thrust, his sharp puffs of breath becoming soft cries of reluctant pleasure.
Malfoy draped himself over Harry's back and breathed hotly on his neck as he continued fucking Harry. He wrapped a long-fingered hand around Harry's rigid cock and stroked him in time with the driving motions of his own body.
A louder cry fell from Harry's lips, but he couldn't help himself. Malfoy was wanking him the way he did himself, with short, rough jerks. Tension spread through Harry's muscles, and he felt his balls tighten. He was on the verge of climax, and all thoughts of thwarting Malfoy fled.
"Come on, Potter," Malfoy panted. "Come for me; you know you want to-"
Harry's back arched, and a hoarse shout rumbled from his throat as he clamped down on Malfoy's cock and spilled over his hand. Harry's trembling arms gave out, and he collapsed onto the pillows. There was an awkward moment when Malfoy half fell atop Harry, but he levered himself upright once more and resumed thrusting into Harry. Malfoy groaned, and Harry felt the results of his release pulse inside of him.
After a moment, Harry tried to twitch away. Malfoy huffed out a sigh and eased himself free. He moved to lie on his side next to Harry.
"I'm leaving," Harry announced. He made no move to rise, however.
"You can't," said Malfoy. "We need to stay and shag all night to confuse the evil spirits."
Harry tried to muster a sneer and failed. "I'm topping next time," he grumbled instead.
"Best Man has to bugger the Head Bridesmaid," Malfoy reminded him. "You can bottom from the top next time," he offered magnanimously.
"How generous of you," Harry said, voice edged with sarcasm. He brought a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn.
"Too bad for you our positions weren't reversed," Malfoy taunted. He located his wand and doused the lights.
Harry grinned in the darkness. "You may find yourself eating those words, Malfoy," he said. "Seamus and Parkinson had their hands all over one another at the reception."