Detention Drama
Title: Detention (Drama couldnt think of anything better ~ Kiri=moron)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alone. Detention. Harry, Draco. Need I say more?
Beta: Not beta'd
Author's Note: This came to me whilst pondering the next chapter in Operation: Seduce Potter. Gotta love (or hate) those Plot Bunnies!
“Stupid Potter, has to interfere in everything,” Draco Malfoy grumbled as he rushed through the corridors of Hogwarts to get to a detention with Professor Snape, who to his displeasure, had to give his best student detention, when he was certain that it was all Potter’s fault.
Getting to the Potions classroom ten minutes early, Draco knocked on the door and entered when he heard the gruff voice. “Professor.”
“Mister Malfoy. I apologise for this... undesirable situation,” the Potions professor said, a looks of distaste in his eyes at the thought of having to spend the evening with the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco sympathised; after all, it had been Potter’s fault that they both had to spend the night in his company.
“That is quite alright, sir. It is not the only time I have gotten detention because of his incompetence,” Draco pointed out and Snape smirked. Another knock signalled Harry’s presence and the detention began.
“You shall clean the entire Potions classroom, Mister Malfoy, Potter,” Snape told them. He got an evil glint in his eyes and Harry gulped slightly, “I shall be back at midnight. I trust I can leave you alone, Mister Malfoy; keep an eye on Potter. No magic.” With a final sneer, he took their wands and glided out of the room, locking it behind him.
Draco smirked and Harry groaned.
“Well Potter, begin cleaning.” The silver-blonde haired boy smirked again as he picked up a cloth and started on a cauldron himself. Harry followed suit and fifteen minutes later, there was no conversation, only cleaning. Lots of it.
“This is your fault, Potter,” Draco complained, breaking the silence and rubbing his back. Leaning over the cauldron had given him back ache. Harry looked up from the cauldron he was cleaning and glared at him.
“Was not! You started it.”
“Did not!”
“Oh so, trying to throw something in my cauldron doesn’t signify ‘starting it’?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course not!” Draco scoffed. Harry snickered and the other boy looked at him suspiciously. “You ruined my evening!”
“And I’m supposed to, what? Feel sorry for you, Ferret-face?” Harry mocked. Draco growled and threw his cloth at him.
”Don’t call me that, Scarhead!” Harry threw his cloth at Draco, hitting him square in the face and Draco shrieked.
“You’ll pay for that, Potter!” He sneered, advancing on Harry.
“Oh will I?” Harry snarled. He ducked Draco’s thrown punch and tackled him to the ground, pinning his hands down.
“Are you quite finished,” Harry asked after a while when Draco’s struggling stilled. Draco panted, not just from the physical exertion, but from the position he was in. How strange he thought it that he would find being on the bottom such a turn on. He was usually on top. He looked into emerald eyes, ablaze with fire, and shuddered. Harry noticed the reaction of the boy beneath him and the idea of Draco hard for him sent the blood rushing to his groin. Draco whimpered and Harry tightened his grip on his wrist, eliciting another whimper from the restrained boy.
”Like that do you?” Harry asked; his voice harsh. Draco closed his eyes and nodded slightly, whimpering. He rubbed his erection against Harry’s thigh, desperate for some friction. This didn’t escape Harry’s notice, who lifted himself up slightly, so that Draco’s cock on ghosted his thigh.
“Please...” Draco whispered, his voice breathy and his eyes conveying his desire, his need. Harry smirked. He wouldn’t have taken the Malfoy heir to be a bottom, let alone a sub. It was one of the reasons Harry hadn’t pursued him when he realised he was gay; Harry topped exclusively and was as dominant as they came.
“Please, what, pet?”
Draco thrust upward again, ghosting the thigh and whimpered. “Please...”
“You have to tell me what you want, pet. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Touch me!” Harry grinned at the desperate boy and kissed him harshly, his tongue easily winning dominance, casually exploring Draco’s mouth. His hands left his wrists and moved to the boy’s tie, unfastening it. Harry sat up, pulling Draco with him and used the tie to tie Draco’s wrists together, pulling them above his head. Draco let him, feeling like a ragged doll in his hands. Normally Draco was so in control, the one in charge, and to let Harry do this to him, let someone else take control, felt so good.
Harry unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, licking and nibbling down his delectable neck, eliciting the most wonderful groans and gasps and whimpers that he’d ever heard. Peeling the shirt off, Harry ghosted his hands over the taut chest, learning every ripple of muscle. His mouth followed, leaving a trail of wet and red marks across the muscled torso. He reached a dusky nipple and drew his mouth around it, tonguing the stiff peak. Draco gasped and arched towards that ever tormenting mouth. God he was loving every minute of this exquisite torture. Harry bit down hard around the nipple and Draco cried out, the pain phasing to pleasure in his foggy brain.
Fingers reached the waistline of his trousers, slowly, tauntingly, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down, never once touching Draco’s cock through the material. By the time the trousers were down, he was begging Harry to touch him. He’d do anything if Harry would only touch him. Harry smiled, not really listening to what the boy was saying; after all, Draco probably wasn’t aware himself. Next came silken boxers, coming down pale flesh to reveal Draco’s cock standing proudly to attention, precome glistening on the tip. Draco stared into emerald eyes filled with desire and watched as the mouth that had so tortured him earlier wrapped itself around his cock. Gasps, moans and pleading; all music to Harry’s ears as he continued to tongue the hard shaft in his mouth, his mouth moving up and down. Draco felt his climax approaching and moaned louder, causing Harry to stop, prolonging his torment. Draco cried out in protest and Harry smirked at him, trailing a finger between his legs, to that place between his arse cheeks, teasing the entrance, dipping his finger in slightly. Draco gasped and tried to push down on the finger, but Harry’s other hand, placed on his hips, held him in place.
“Shame we have nothing for lube,” Harry murmured, continuing to make Draco suffer.
“Lotion,” Draco stammered. “M-m-my p-p-pocket.” Harry raised his eyebrow and retrieved the lotion.
“Hand lotion? Well, well, well, pet.” Harry smeared some on his fingers and rubbed the hole once more, this time sliding the finger all the way it. Draco was in heaven. He had to be, because he was sure nothing on earth would feel this good. A brief thought that he should not be doing this, should not be submitting to his arch nemesis, and that submitting shouldn’t feel this good, crossed his mind, but Draco ignored it. The sensations Harry was causing were just to divine for him to care about anything else.
By now Harry had three fingers inside Draco, scissoring him and stretching him. One finger flicked across his prostate, and Draco shouted out Harry’s name. A few more flicks had Draco begging once again and Harry drew his fingers out, causing a cry of protest from the other boy. Harry coated his cock in the lotion and positioned himself at Draco’s entrance, before thrusting forward slowly so as not to hurt Draco. When he was fully sheathed inside, he waited for a few minutes until Draco shifted his hips, silently demanding more, to which Harry obliged, thrusting in and out in a steady, slow pattern, adjusting his movements until he heard a pleasured cry.
Draco looked at Harry and his pleasured brain found the words he wanted. “More, Harry. Harder, please!” Harry kissed him viciously, before complying with Draco’s wishes, pounding into the boys arse, rubbing against his prostate with every thrust, until Draco cried out, sobbing Harry’s name, his climax spilling on his chest and Harry’s. A few more thrusts and Harry came as well, biting Draco’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, emptying his seed inside of Draco. They lay panting for a few minutes coming down from their high, when they became aware of another presence in the room.
“Well, well, well. If this is what it takes for you to give up your childish vendettas, I should have done this earlier.” The boys turned to face the door, and the silken voice that crept over them. A smirking Professor Snape met their gaze. Harry blushed, but Draco held his head defiantly. Snape flicked his wand at the boys, cleaning the mess and dressing them, throwing their wands at them. Draco stood, dragging Harry to his feet.
“Leave.” Snape said, moving aside so the boys could go. Pausing at the door, Draco turned to his favourite teacher and smirked.
“You know, Professor, there’s no reason to be grumpy. Just because you’re jealous you weren’t where I was...” Draco said, ducking the flying curse and dragging a stunned Harry through the door.
“He is you know,” Draco added, and Harry spluttered. The blonde boy laughed and pulled Harry closer, kissing him softly.
“See you tomorrow night?” Harry nodded and they left separately on their way back to their dorms.
Finis
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alone. Detention. Harry, Draco. Need I say more?
Beta: Not beta'd
Author's Note: This came to me whilst pondering the next chapter in Operation: Seduce Potter. Gotta love (or hate) those Plot Bunnies!
“Stupid Potter, has to interfere in everything,” Draco Malfoy grumbled as he rushed through the corridors of Hogwarts to get to a detention with Professor Snape, who to his displeasure, had to give his best student detention, when he was certain that it was all Potter’s fault.
Getting to the Potions classroom ten minutes early, Draco knocked on the door and entered when he heard the gruff voice. “Professor.”
“Mister Malfoy. I apologise for this... undesirable situation,” the Potions professor said, a looks of distaste in his eyes at the thought of having to spend the evening with the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco sympathised; after all, it had been Potter’s fault that they both had to spend the night in his company.
“That is quite alright, sir. It is not the only time I have gotten detention because of his incompetence,” Draco pointed out and Snape smirked. Another knock signalled Harry’s presence and the detention began.
“You shall clean the entire Potions classroom, Mister Malfoy, Potter,” Snape told them. He got an evil glint in his eyes and Harry gulped slightly, “I shall be back at midnight. I trust I can leave you alone, Mister Malfoy; keep an eye on Potter. No magic.” With a final sneer, he took their wands and glided out of the room, locking it behind him.
Draco smirked and Harry groaned.
“Well Potter, begin cleaning.” The silver-blonde haired boy smirked again as he picked up a cloth and started on a cauldron himself. Harry followed suit and fifteen minutes later, there was no conversation, only cleaning. Lots of it.
“This is your fault, Potter,” Draco complained, breaking the silence and rubbing his back. Leaning over the cauldron had given him back ache. Harry looked up from the cauldron he was cleaning and glared at him.
“Was not! You started it.”
“Did not!”
“Oh so, trying to throw something in my cauldron doesn’t signify ‘starting it’?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course not!” Draco scoffed. Harry snickered and the other boy looked at him suspiciously. “You ruined my evening!”
“And I’m supposed to, what? Feel sorry for you, Ferret-face?” Harry mocked. Draco growled and threw his cloth at him.
”Don’t call me that, Scarhead!” Harry threw his cloth at Draco, hitting him square in the face and Draco shrieked.
“You’ll pay for that, Potter!” He sneered, advancing on Harry.
“Oh will I?” Harry snarled. He ducked Draco’s thrown punch and tackled him to the ground, pinning his hands down.
“Are you quite finished,” Harry asked after a while when Draco’s struggling stilled. Draco panted, not just from the physical exertion, but from the position he was in. How strange he thought it that he would find being on the bottom such a turn on. He was usually on top. He looked into emerald eyes, ablaze with fire, and shuddered. Harry noticed the reaction of the boy beneath him and the idea of Draco hard for him sent the blood rushing to his groin. Draco whimpered and Harry tightened his grip on his wrist, eliciting another whimper from the restrained boy.
”Like that do you?” Harry asked; his voice harsh. Draco closed his eyes and nodded slightly, whimpering. He rubbed his erection against Harry’s thigh, desperate for some friction. This didn’t escape Harry’s notice, who lifted himself up slightly, so that Draco’s cock on ghosted his thigh.
“Please...” Draco whispered, his voice breathy and his eyes conveying his desire, his need. Harry smirked. He wouldn’t have taken the Malfoy heir to be a bottom, let alone a sub. It was one of the reasons Harry hadn’t pursued him when he realised he was gay; Harry topped exclusively and was as dominant as they came.
“Please, what, pet?”
Draco thrust upward again, ghosting the thigh and whimpered. “Please...”
“You have to tell me what you want, pet. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Touch me!” Harry grinned at the desperate boy and kissed him harshly, his tongue easily winning dominance, casually exploring Draco’s mouth. His hands left his wrists and moved to the boy’s tie, unfastening it. Harry sat up, pulling Draco with him and used the tie to tie Draco’s wrists together, pulling them above his head. Draco let him, feeling like a ragged doll in his hands. Normally Draco was so in control, the one in charge, and to let Harry do this to him, let someone else take control, felt so good.
Harry unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, licking and nibbling down his delectable neck, eliciting the most wonderful groans and gasps and whimpers that he’d ever heard. Peeling the shirt off, Harry ghosted his hands over the taut chest, learning every ripple of muscle. His mouth followed, leaving a trail of wet and red marks across the muscled torso. He reached a dusky nipple and drew his mouth around it, tonguing the stiff peak. Draco gasped and arched towards that ever tormenting mouth. God he was loving every minute of this exquisite torture. Harry bit down hard around the nipple and Draco cried out, the pain phasing to pleasure in his foggy brain.
Fingers reached the waistline of his trousers, slowly, tauntingly, undoing the button and sliding the zipper down, never once touching Draco’s cock through the material. By the time the trousers were down, he was begging Harry to touch him. He’d do anything if Harry would only touch him. Harry smiled, not really listening to what the boy was saying; after all, Draco probably wasn’t aware himself. Next came silken boxers, coming down pale flesh to reveal Draco’s cock standing proudly to attention, precome glistening on the tip. Draco stared into emerald eyes filled with desire and watched as the mouth that had so tortured him earlier wrapped itself around his cock. Gasps, moans and pleading; all music to Harry’s ears as he continued to tongue the hard shaft in his mouth, his mouth moving up and down. Draco felt his climax approaching and moaned louder, causing Harry to stop, prolonging his torment. Draco cried out in protest and Harry smirked at him, trailing a finger between his legs, to that place between his arse cheeks, teasing the entrance, dipping his finger in slightly. Draco gasped and tried to push down on the finger, but Harry’s other hand, placed on his hips, held him in place.
“Shame we have nothing for lube,” Harry murmured, continuing to make Draco suffer.
“Lotion,” Draco stammered. “M-m-my p-p-pocket.” Harry raised his eyebrow and retrieved the lotion.
“Hand lotion? Well, well, well, pet.” Harry smeared some on his fingers and rubbed the hole once more, this time sliding the finger all the way it. Draco was in heaven. He had to be, because he was sure nothing on earth would feel this good. A brief thought that he should not be doing this, should not be submitting to his arch nemesis, and that submitting shouldn’t feel this good, crossed his mind, but Draco ignored it. The sensations Harry was causing were just to divine for him to care about anything else.
By now Harry had three fingers inside Draco, scissoring him and stretching him. One finger flicked across his prostate, and Draco shouted out Harry’s name. A few more flicks had Draco begging once again and Harry drew his fingers out, causing a cry of protest from the other boy. Harry coated his cock in the lotion and positioned himself at Draco’s entrance, before thrusting forward slowly so as not to hurt Draco. When he was fully sheathed inside, he waited for a few minutes until Draco shifted his hips, silently demanding more, to which Harry obliged, thrusting in and out in a steady, slow pattern, adjusting his movements until he heard a pleasured cry.
Draco looked at Harry and his pleasured brain found the words he wanted. “More, Harry. Harder, please!” Harry kissed him viciously, before complying with Draco’s wishes, pounding into the boys arse, rubbing against his prostate with every thrust, until Draco cried out, sobbing Harry’s name, his climax spilling on his chest and Harry’s. A few more thrusts and Harry came as well, biting Draco’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, emptying his seed inside of Draco. They lay panting for a few minutes coming down from their high, when they became aware of another presence in the room.
“Well, well, well. If this is what it takes for you to give up your childish vendettas, I should have done this earlier.” The boys turned to face the door, and the silken voice that crept over them. A smirking Professor Snape met their gaze. Harry blushed, but Draco held his head defiantly. Snape flicked his wand at the boys, cleaning the mess and dressing them, throwing their wands at them. Draco stood, dragging Harry to his feet.
“Leave.” Snape said, moving aside so the boys could go. Pausing at the door, Draco turned to his favourite teacher and smirked.
“You know, Professor, there’s no reason to be grumpy. Just because you’re jealous you weren’t where I was...” Draco said, ducking the flying curse and dragging a stunned Harry through the door.
“He is you know,” Draco added, and Harry spluttered. The blonde boy laughed and pulled Harry closer, kissing him softly.
“See you tomorrow night?” Harry nodded and they left separately on their way back to their dorms.
Finis