Author: Emma Grant (
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emmagrant01)Rating: NC-17
Canon: post-HBP, no spoilers.
Length: 3,000 words
Scenario: I promise to go down on you.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor pretend to own any characters or locations within the HP Universe, they remain the sole property of J. K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Christopher Little Agency and associates. No money is made from this work, it is purely a work of fanfiction.
Note: Thanks to
jedirita, hazelhawthorne, and anise_anise for the betas.What You Wish For
If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.
-- Maya Angelou
It was nearly eight o'clock when he noticed it. He'd been walking down the fifth floor corridor, heading to the library to do a bit of research on dark artifacts, when he heard a whisper of cloth. It was regular, measured, and it moved along with him.
Draco stopped in the middle of the corridor under the pretense of checking his watch. Just as he'd expected, the whispering sound disappeared half a second later. He frowned and tapped his watch with one finger as if it had stopped, then held it to his ear, turning his head as he did.
On the floor against the wall, about ten feet behind him, sat half of a trainer.
Too easy.
He whirled, pointing his wand in the direction of the partial shoe, and said, "Immobilus." He approached the spot and reached out into thin air until his fingers found the invisibility cloak. With a smirk, he pulled it away. Harry Potter's face was frozen in a scowl, his hand halfway up to his head as if he were about to scratch his ear.
Draco folded his arms across his chest and considered the situation. It was simply too good an opportunity to ignore. He had things to do tonight, but they would wait.
Potter was clutching his wand in his frozen right hand. After taking it and tucking it into his own robe, Draco released his head from the binding spell, keeping the rest of him immobilized.
"Why, Potter. Fancy meeting you here."
Potter's expression was somewhere between humiliated and enraged. "Fuck you, Malfoy."
"Such language," Draco said, shaking his head. "What would your public think?"
Potter glared at him. "I really don't care."
"Are you sure?" Draco asked. "What would the readers of Witch Weekly say if they knew you'd been stalking me these last few months? Following me around at all hours? Spying on me?"
"I'm not stalking you," Potter spat. "You're deluded!"
"And you're a horrible liar," Draco replied.
Potter clenched his jaw. "What do you want?"
Draco snorted. "What are you offering?"
Potter's only response was to look confused. Or perhaps he was thinking -- it could be difficult to tell the difference.
He might never have Harry Potter in such a vulnerable position again, Draco reflected. He could do anything to him, and Potter wouldn't be able to stop him.
He smiled -- an expression he knew appeared more a leer on his face. "I'm going to remove the binding charm," he said, "and if you don't do exactly as I say, I'll hex you. Understand?" Potter's glare intensified, but he nodded.
Draco took a step back and released him from the spell. Potter slumped a bit, but didn't make a move to run away or attack.
"On your knees," Draco said.
The confused expression returned for a split second before a mask of annoyance fell over Potter's face. He complied, lowering himself to the floor.
"Turn around."
If Potter was uncomfortable with the idea of turning his back on Draco, he didn't show it. Draco shook out the invisibility cloak and spelled it to the wall above Potter so that it hung down like a curtain over him. After making sure Potter's wand was still securely tucked into a pocket, he stepped under the cloak, between Potter and the wall.
He stared down at Potter for a moment. Potter folded his arms across his chest and glared defiantly back at him. Draco waited until he started to squirm, shifting his knees on the stone floor. And then, keeping his eyes locked on Potter's, Draco began to unfasten his trousers.
There was a space of about a second in which Potter didn't appear to understand -- and then his look of horror was a joy to behold. "Oh, fuck, no!"
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco retorted, pushing his underwear down enough to free his prick.
Potter made a sound like a strangled laugh. "You're insane! There's no way in hell I'm going to�" He made a face.
"Suck it, Potter. Or I'll hex you."
"Hex me, then," Potter spat. "I'd rather vomit slugs for hours."
"Slugs? What are you, twelve?" Draco's eyes narrowed. "I know plenty of dark hexes that have no counterspells. I even know one that will shrivel your prick to the size of a rat's tail. And Madame Pomfrey won't be able to do a thing about it."
Potter looked horrified. "You--"
"The choice is yours," Draco said, lips twisting into a satisfied smile. "Either suck my cock or lose your own."
Potter stared at him in shock, an expression of utter disgust on his pale face. "Someone will hear us," he said after a moment. "Do you really want to be caught doing something like--"
"Silencio," Draco said, touching his wand to the invisibility cloak. He raised an eyebrow. "Now no one can see us or hear us."
Anger flashed in Potter's eyes. "I hate you," he hissed. "And I'll make you pay for this."
Draco grinned for a split second, then reigned it back to a smirk, saying, "I love it when you talk dirty." He leaned against the wall, his prick already getting hard at the thought of this, of humiliating Potter this way. He wouldn't have thought he'd enjoy it quite so much. "And this had better be good, or you'll need tweezers to take a piss from now on."
Potter looked away, cursing under his breath. Draco thought for a moment he was actually weighing his options. "If you ever tell anyone about this--"
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Draco retorted. He leaned forward so that Potter had to crane his neck a bit to see him. "This is just between you and me, Potter. No one but the two of us will know how much you loved sucking my dick."
They glared at each other. Potter's face was hard, the flush on his cheeks visible even in the dim light. Draco felt a strange rush of lust, his cock twitching a little. This was going to be amazing -- even better than he'd imagined.
"I don't have all night," he said at last. "If you don't get to it in ten seconds, I'm hexing you."
Potter scowled, but said nothing. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if steeling himself, and then leaned forward.
"Start by licking it," Draco told him. Potter glared up at him. "Oh, you're an expert, then? I had no idea."
Potter opened his mouth and extended his tongue, and then very delicately licked the tip of Draco's cock.
It was a struggle not to groan at that little touch. Potter's face was screwed up almost in concentration. His tongue was stiff and pink, and Draco was completely hard.
"Yeah," he said, eyes fixed on Potter's face. "Keep licking, nice and slow." Potter's tongue was warm, and the saliva it trailed felt cool on his prick. "Slide your tongue under the foreskin," he whispered. "Oh, yeah, just like that."
Potter's cheeks were now red from embarrassment. He kept his eyes on Draco's belly, as if meeting Draco's gaze would be too much of an acknowledgment of what he was doing. Potter's tongue softened and slid against the sensitive spot under the head, and Draco bit his lip.
"Take it in your mouth now," Draco said, his voice a notch lower than it had been a moment before.
Potter almost seemed resigned to the task. He opened his mouth, and Draco felt wet heat close around the head of his cock. It was exquisite, he thought, all the better for the cold stone against his back and the dark scowl on Potter's face. Draco sighed.
Potter's lips moved slowly down the shaft, engulfing Draco's cock inch by inch. Draco felt his tongue press against the underside, moving a little, just like Draco liked it.
"I didn't know you'd be so good at this," Draco sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall. "Such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?"
Potter's eyebrows furrowed, but that was his only response. He gagged as Draco's prick nudged the back of his throat. He started to move back again.
"Suck it," Draco said, threading his fingers into Potter's hair. "Harder than that." Potter complied, and it still wasn't quite what Draco wanted. "And move your tongue," he whispered, and Potter did. The feeling of soft flesh massaging the underside of his prick was nearly overwhelming.
Once Potter had reached the head again, Draco pulled him forward by the hair. "Keep doing that, keep moving your tongue like� yes." He felt Potter's hands clasp his trousers to pull himself closer. Draco smirked. "This was exactly what you wanted, wasn't it? I'll bet you've sat under this thing and wanked while watching me. I'll bet you've fantasized about sucking me off like this."
Potter made a strangled sound, and Draco could almost imagine it was one of agreement.
"Take it," Draco whispered as Potter's nose pressed into his pubic hair. "Take it all, and suck it. God�"
Potter's eyes were closed and his forehead was damp with sweat. It was a scene Draco found he really liked -- Harry Potter, on his knees, sucking Draco's dick and liking it. Loving it, even.
Draco couldn't help but sneer. "Are you hard, Potter? I'll bet you are." Potter ignored him and continued sucking, moving, tongue swirling around the head on the upstroke. "I want you to wank yourself while you're sucking me off," Draco said, the idea causing a shiver of pleasure. There was a pause, as if Potter weren't sure he was serious. "Open your trousers," Draco hissed. "Now."
He tilted his head to watch as Potter fumbled between his legs. His prick came into view after a moment, already swollen and red.
"Such a little whore," Draco whispered, watching Potter begin to fist his own prick. "You love this, don't you? You love sucking dick. You love sucking my dick."
Potter gagged again as he fell forward, apparently having trouble keeping his balance in the awkward position. His hand began moving more quickly on himself, and his attention to Draco's cock seemed to lapse.
Draco clenched his fist in Potter's hair and yanked his head back. Potter winced, then shot him a glare. Draco felt his cock twitch at the sight of him: debauched, angry, and completely at Draco's mercy. "You should see yourself," he said. "Mouth all wet and red, face flushed -- you look like a common whore."
"You would know, wouldn't you?" Potter retorted. "It's the only way you can get any."
Draco snorted. "Oh, that hurt." He stared down at Potter's cock, hanging between his thighs. "Touch yourself. And look at me while you do it."
Potter held his gaze with an expression that was almost fierce. He took his prick in hand again and stroked, slowly. Potter's cock hardened, and his eyes glazed over a little.
"You like to watch," Potter said after a moment, his tone breathy. "You like making me do this. You're getting off on it."
"Absolutely," Draco replied. "And so are you."
Potter's expression shifted to something that was almost a smirk. "You've been fantasizing about this, haven't you? I'll bet you lie awake at night thinking about it, about me on my knees, sucking you off."
"I have better things to do than daydream about you," Draco retorted. "I'm not the one doing the stalking, remember?"
The sound of footsteps approaching made them both look up. Two students were walking toward them, talking quietly.
Draco tugged Potter's head forward again. "Get back to it," he said. "They can't see us."
Potter's lips wrapped around the head of Draco's cock again, but his posture was stiff. He was listening to the approaching students.
"They can't hear us either," Draco said, raising his voice enough that Potter flinched. The students stopped just beside them, looking over Draco's head to a painting that hung there. "They're looking right at us," Draco said, urging Potter to move faster with a hand in his hair. "What would they think if they could see you like this, getting your face fucked?"
Potter didn't reply. His eyes were closed as he moved.
"That fifth year Ravenclaw, McHanley, is standing right behind you," Draco said, panting now. Potter made a choking sound and Draco tightened his grip on his head. "I've seen the way you look at him. You'd love it if he were the one standing here, cock stuffed down your throat."
Potter wrenched free of his grip and sat back, "Will you shut up, Malfoy?"
Draco sneered. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"
Potter's eyes narrowed. "Actually, you are."
Draco started to protest, but realized it was ridiculous to do so. "You're the one sucking me off."
"But you're the one who's going to come," Potter said, wrapping the fingers of one hand around Draco's spit-slick erection. Draco nearly shivered at the touch. "You're the one who started this."
Potter's hand was moving, stroking, and Draco was startled by how good it felt. Potter stared up at him, a strange expression on his face. Draco managed a scowl. "Well you're the one--"
"Who's going to make you come," Potter said, shifting forward on his knees. "And you wanted it. You've probably been fantasizing about making me do this, about how much it would humiliate me." His voice lowered to a hoarse whisper. "But you're the one who's going to lose control, and I'm going to make you do it. The instant you come, Malfoy, I'll fucking own you. Every time you look at me, you'll think of this, about how I was the one who made you come so hard your knees buckled. And whenever anyone else sucks you off, it's me you'll think about."
His lips ghosted over the head of Draco's cock, hot breath grazing sensitive skin. Draco realized he'd stopped breathing for the last several seconds and sucked in an embarrassingly sharp breath.
"Think about that while you come, Malfoy," Potter whispered, eyes dark and wide. "Think about the fact that you came for me."
He lunged forward and swallowed Draco's cock, his fingers digging so hard into Draco's hips that he thought there might be bruises in the morning. Draco slumped against the wall, unable to stop himself from thrusting forward into Potter's mouth. He groaned as he felt his orgasm coming, torn between wanting to come and wanting to make it last longer. Potter's words rang through his mind, against his will -- I'll fucking own you -- but he couldn't stop them coming. He couldn't stop himself.
He opened his mouth to give a warning, but it was too late -- it crashed over him, making his knees quake. Sensation spiraled through him and his cock pulsed, hot and thick, for what seemed like minutes. He was dimly aware of Harry's mouth around his prick, still sucking, swallowing his come, despite the fact that it just wasn't done -- he never did that -- and the very idea was erotic beyond anything Draco could think of at the moment.
He felt Harry pull away. Draco shivered as chilly air hit the wet skin of his softening prick. He slid down the wall with a groan, eyes squeezed shut. He wondered if he'd shouted. He hoped not.
"Fucking hell," he whispered. He heard a laugh and opened his eyes.
"Well?" Harry was sitting back on his heels and grinning.
"That was fucking amazing," Draco replied, managing a grin of his own.
Harry leaned forward and kissed him. Draco liked the way his lips felt afterwards -- soft and warm, and a little swollen. "I did promise you the best blow job of your life, didn't I?"
"Ask me in fifty years," Draco sighed, "and I'll let you know how it ranks."
Harry laughed again and settled against the wall beside him. "Did you really fantasize about that sort of thing back in school?"
"Once or twice," Draco replied, stifling a yawn. His mind was still a little hazy.
Harry snorted. "And was that actually McHanley, or were you just taking the piss?"
Draco grinned. "It was McHanley. You should have seen your face."
"It's not funny," Harry replied stiffly.
"Oh, come on," Draco said, turning to nuzzle his neck. "He's hot."
"And he's a student, half my age."
"He has a crush on you, you know. He's in your office every time I drop by. Oh, Professor Potter, I don't think I'm holding my wand correctly! Could you show me?"
"Shut it, will you?" Harry said, wincing.
Draco snickered and looked down at Harry's exposed erection. "Want me to take care of that?"
Harry sighed and fastened his trousers again. "I'm technically on patrol at the moment. But I get off at midnight." He raised an eyebrow.
"And I did promise you something," Draco said, licking his lips.
Harry blushed and checked the corridor before tugging the invisibility cloak down from the wall. He stood and extended a hand down to Draco, grinning.
"Maybe I'll show up a bit early, then."
