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Draco had been a menace all week and, after great deliberation, Harry knew exactly what to do about it.
It had been a while since he had acted like this. The last few sessions Draco had been obedient, more obedient than usual, and while Harry had enjoyed it immensely but he could sense something was coming.
It started on Monday during their shared Potions class, in which Harry and Ron were moments away from perfecting their Skele-Gro. This was their fourth attempt and the both of them were watching in anticipation until it was time to add the last ingredient.
Ron double checked that they did in fact have the correct one, scanning the page of his textbook and nodding to himself. Harry was too engrossed in watching the potion simmer to notice someone walk by their workstation until it was too late.
A pale hand darted out and dropped some powder into the cauldron.
“Hey!” Harry shouted, turning on his stool to see Draco hurriedly walking away.
“What the hell happened?” Ron asked as the potion started bubbling up, splattering across their brewing stand and turning a hideous purple-brown colour. The air around them filled with the stench of rotten eggs, the two friends covered their mouths and noses with their jumpers as the other students around them scampered away.
Harry put out the fire in the brewing stand with his wand before shooting daggers at Draco. Pansy didn’t even try to hide her laughter as she witnessed the havoc her friend had caused.
“Fucking tosser,” Harry muttered, shooting Draco his middle finger just before Professor Slughorn turned to see what was emitting such an awful odour from the other side of the classroom.
“What happened?” Ron questioned once he was able to talk again, his voice coming out all nasally because he was still pinching his nose.
“Draco Malfoy happened,” he said, sighing and casting a strong cleaning spell on their workstation.
“I’m going to report it to Slugho—”
“No!” he exclaimed, holding an arm out to stop Ron. “Let me deal with him.”
“Fine,” Ron said reluctantly after a moment. Harry used as much charm as he could muster to get Slughorn to agree to let them try again next week. He glared at Draco for the entirety of dinner, and only received a smug smile in return.
On Tuesday Draco passed him in the hallway, shoulder bumping into Harry’s. When that didn’t make him drop his books Draco just turned and whacked them with his hand, sending them tumbling to the floor.
He ran away a moment later, leaving Harry standing there with his books in a heap at his feet and an unimpressed frown on his face.
Something would have to be done about this.
-
He was contemplating exactly what Draco’s punishment would be on Wednesday morning at breakfast when a familiar paper crane fluttered over to him. It was tiny, smaller than any of the notes Draco had sent him before. He unfolded it carefully under the table so that his friends wouldn’t notice him reading it.
I want you to fuck me in the Great Hall, right there on the Gryffindor table. Make me scream your name so everyone knows who I belong to.
-D
Harry’s first mistake was having a sip of his tea as he read it. He spluttered and coughed, screwing the note up in his hand and stuffing it in his pocket.
“Harry! Are you okay?” Hermione asked, patting him on the back as he tried to regain his breathing.
His second mistake was looking out to the Slytherin table. Draco sat beside Blaise, his eyes locked onto Harry, a smug smirk on his lips as he watched the chaos he had caused unfold. Harry sent him what he hoped was a disapproving glare before turning back to his friend.
“I’m fine, ‘Mione. Just went down the wrong hole,” Harry said, rubbing at his throat.
He wasn’t able to get the image of them doing exactly what Draco had detailed in the note for the rest of the day. During dinner he sat with his back to him in an attempt to stop the thoughts of taking him right then and there in front of everyone.
He avoided Draco all of Thursday as well, determined to avoid whatever evil trick he had up his sleeve. Nothing came, however, but there was no avoiding him during Quidditch club.
Harry could see the mischievous glint in his eye the moment they took off. It was a bright, clear day, the snitch visible as it zipped around the pitch at lightning speed. The two were constantly at each other's heels, it was impossible to tell who was in front at any given time, they were just a blur of green and red soaring through the sky.
After the first thirty minutes of the game the snitch finally dropped out of sight, and Draco and Harry were given a slight breather. They circled the pitch, scanning the air around them for that familiar glint of gold. Once they were out of earshot of the Hufflepuff beater Draco sat back leisurely on his broom.
“Did you like my note?” He asked casually.
“You’re being such a little shit,” Harry answered, refusing to look at him.
“Aren’t I always?” Draco said. He stretched, letting his back arch and flexing his arms before leaning forward to hold onto the broom.
“Not like this,” Harry said, his traitorous eyes turning to consuming Draco’s lean form. “You’re unhinged.”
“And what are you going to do about it, huh?” Draco asked. He took off on his broom before Harry could even answer.
Yes, he would have to think of something to put Draco back into his place soon, he just couldn’t think of exactly what.
In the end it was Draco himself that gave Harry the idea.
“Are you Gryffindorks finished here?” he had asked rudely, stalking up to the bench Harry was sitting on with Ron and Hermione in the courtyard. “We want to sit here.”
“Who even says ‘Gryffindorks’ anymore,” Ron said, rolling his eyes.
“Says the guy with the vocabulary of a worm,” Pansy muttered. Draco let out an obnoxious snort of laughter.
“Don’t be a git, Malfoy,” Harry finally chimed in. “If you want to sit here you’ll have to wait until we’re done or use one of the other benches. Stop bothering us.”
“Don’t you have a Transfiguration class to get to?” Draco asked.
“Oh, I didn’t realise you had my schedule memorised! Are you obsessed with me or something?” Harry said. Draco scoffed, which was hilarious considering they both knew just how obsessed with each other they were. “It got cancelled, so we aren’t going anywhere.”
“Fuck you, Potter,” Draco spat out.
“You wish, Malfoy,” Harry said, and it made Ron laugh beside him. Surprisingly it made Pansy giggle too. Draco shot her a disapproving look before leading her and Blaise away.
“Why don’t you kick them from the Quidditch club?” Hermione asked her boyfriend once the three Slytherins were out of earshot.
“We need the numbers. If there's not enough for two teams McGonagall won’t let us use the pitch. Besides, arguing with them is kind of fun,” he said. Harry was surprised to hear Ron say that but he nodded in agreement.
The three of them had talked at length about the Slytherins and the roles they played in the war while they were cooped up in Grimmauld Place They hadn’t received any news on how the Hogwarts restoration was going in months. It had been Ron that pointed out that the Slytherins had been children as well.
“It was Lucius that put that Diary in Ginny’s cauldron, not Draco. Imagine growing up with a dad like that.”
Of course, it had been followed by a long rant about how much of a prick Draco is but that phrase had stuck with him. Hermione had been stunned into silence, and Harry had only frowned as he took in his best friend's words. He thought about Dudley and the way Vernon and Petunia treated him, filling his obnoxious ego and praising the violence he showed to his cousin. It was no wonder Dudley had only ever gotten worse and worse, with the awful influence of his parents.
The same could be said for Draco and the rest of the Slytherins. At the end of the day they had all been children, scared and forced to grow up too quickly, thrust into a war they weren’t equipped to fight.
That had been before they had all come back for their eighth year at Hogwarts. Before he had started up this bizarre arrangement they had going on. Now, he had seen different sides of Draco that he didn’t even know existed.
Harry, still sitting there with Ron and Hermione (who had gone back to their Herbology homework) replayed the interaction in his mind.
“Fuck you, Potter.”
Now that was an idea.
-
Harry spent the entirety of Ancient Runes figuring out how exactly he was going to execute this punishment. He got absolutely none of his classwork done but by the end of it he had a solid plan, and soon enough he was eating dinner in the Great Hall and once again trying to ignore the looks Draco was sending his way.
That was until he felt something tiny hit the back of his head. He looked around and found nothing, so he figured he must have imagined it. A few minutes later came another tap, now on his shoulder. This time he spotted a suspicious looking pea roll under the table.
Harry turned, already knowing who the offender was. Harry could see a bowl of peas in front of Draco and a mischievous look on his face from across the Great Hall.
He would not rise to the bait.
But that was 6 peas ago and his patience was wearing thin. It wasn’t until one landed on the top of his head, caught in his hair, that he had finally had enough. He plucked out the pea and stood, angrily walking all the way around the Great Hall to the Slytherin table.
Draco was pretending not to notice him approaching, chatting idly to Pansy. There was a plate that was clearly his actual breakfast in front of him as well as a large bowl of his ammunition.
“Malfoy,” Harry said once he reached them. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Draco asked innocently.
“You’re flicking peas at me.” Harry could see Ron and Hermione’s confused expressions as they watched from the Gryffindor table.
“I’m doing no such thing,” Draco retorted, picking up his spoon and mixing the peas around slowly.
“Malfoy.”
“Potter.”
Pansy’s head was turning from side to side as she watched them argue, her bangs getting more and more dishevelled.
“What’s this on your trousers?” Draco asked, standing and reaching out to pick something off Harry’s trousers. In his hand was a slightly squished pea, which he held up close to Harry’s face for him to see. Harry swatted the hand away.
“Oh Merlin!” Draco’s voice was loud, catching the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. “I can’t believe you PEA’D yourself, Potter! Or should I call you Potty, seeing as you clearly need one?”
Laughter rang out from the Slytherin table, and Harry had to fight to keep himself calm. “Just stop throwing food at me.”
“Or what?”
Instead of answering Harry turned to leave, but at the last minute he turned, deciding it was his time to be petty. He lunged forward, tipping the bowl of peas onto Draco’s lap. He could hear him cursing in annoyance as he sped away back to his friends.
-
The preparation for the plan started in his dorm. Once the first step was in place Harry crept through the Gryffindor common room and took a slow walk up to the Room of Requirement. He made sure to get there early, relieved to find Draco hadn’t arrived yet. He made himself comfortable on the couch and waited patiently for him to arrive.
“Hello,” Draco said simply as he slipped through the door.
“Really?” Harry asked, standing up and approaching him. “After how you’ve acted all week you’re going with ‘hello’.”
Draco shrugged, and the nonchalance just pissed Harry off even more. He kissed the smirk off his lips roughly, guiding him into the bedroom as they made out.
“You’re just so fun to provoke,” Draco said once Harry threw him onto the bed. “You should have seen your face when I sent you that note.”
Harry climbed on top of him, a hand coming up to close around Draco’s throat, squeezing lightly. “Would you like it, Draco?” He asked. “Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone, hmm? Make them watch how you beg for me, let them see how desperate you are for my cock.”
He knew he would never do it, the thought of anyone else getting to see what Draco was like in the bedroom twisting his insides. Only Harry should get to see him like this.
“I think I’d—” Draco gasped as Harry bit down on his collarbone, “let you do anything to me.”
The fingers that were unbuttoning Draco’s shirt went still. “Really?”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” Draco said before pulling him up for a bruising kiss. He continued his mission of freeing Draco’s chest, pinching his nipples the moment he had access. Draco lifted his hips instantly when he started pulling his pants and trousers down. Once he was naked Harry stripped as well, tossing his robes to the floor.
Draco was spreading his legs before Harry was even lowering himself to press their bodies flush together. He whispered the lubrication spell, a finger circling Draco’s entrance lightly.
“Is this what you need, Draco?” He asked. “Do you need to be fucked into submission, huh? Will this shut you up?”
Draco nodded eagerly, moaning as he ground his hips down on Harry’s hand. Harry stretched Draco out, praising him the whole time, going slow and steady. He gave himself a few strokes before lining himself up with Draco’s entrance.
“Are you ready for me to fill you up, Draco?” he asked.
“Yes, Harry,” Draco responded, voice dripping with desperation.
“But do you deserve it?”
His eyes shot open. “What?”
“Get up.”
“Harry?”
“I said get up, Draco,” Harry said, moving to let Draco climb off the bed. When he just continued to lay there, confused, Harry leaned forward and tugged him up.
“What are you playing at, Harry?”
“It’ll be okay, just stand up for me,” he said, softening his tone. He positioned Draco to stand by the bed before kissing him delicately on the lips, rubbing soothing circles on his waist with his thumb.
“Now stay there,” he instructed. Harry laid back on the bed, looking at Draco as he reached a hand down, brushing against his length and then going further. Draco gasped as he saw a shining glint of metal there.
“What’s that?” Draco asked quietly, even though he knew exactly what it was. Harry, ignoring his question, slowly started pulling it out. He placed it down on the bed next to him then turned back to Draco.
“You’re going to fuck me. Just like you said earlier, alright?”
“I’m going to…” Draco trailed off, eyes wide.
Harry reached out, taking hold of Draco’s cock and rubbed it against his hole. “Can you do that for me, Draco?”
Draco gave his answer in the form of slowly pushing into him. The stretch hurt only slightly due to the prep he had done in his dorm, but still the feeling of Draco’s large cock driving into him was maddening.
Draco managed to get halfway in before he stopped, letting out a low whine. “You’re so tight,” he said weakly. He took a deep breath before pushing the rest of the way in.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Harry breathed out, trying to focus on praising him. It was difficult, the sensation of Draco inside him so foreign and overwhelming. He allowed himself a moment to adjust before encouraging Draco to start moving.
He spread his hands over Harry’s chest, holding himself up on shaking arms as he started thrusting slowly. He felt fingers cover his own, intertwining together. Draco held on so hard his knuckles started turning white.
“Faster, Draco,” Harry encouraged, tone soft yet demanding. “You can do it.”
And he tried, he really did, picking up the pace only slightly but it felt too good, too intense. He felt himself drop down, face buried in Harry’s neck.
“I can’t, I can’t do it,” He said, the words muffled.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, come and get on the bed,” Harry said, reaching up to stroke Draco’s hair.
He pulled out, eagerly moving to lay on the bed, practically dragging Harry down on top of him. He shut his eyes, sighing contently as Harry kissed down his chest. He felt strong hands take hold of his dick, pumping it a few times before holding it in place.
Harry took a deep breath before sinking down onto him.
“Fuck, Harry, it’s so—” He could barely catch hold of his thoughts let alone vocalise them, the sensation of being inside Harry all-encompassing, like Harry had taken his entire being into him.
“Are you okay?” He managed to ask.
Draco barely heard the question. He nodded frantically, scared that Harry would stop what he was doing if he wasn’t able to answer.
“Yes, yes—Green— fuck, just start moving,” he babbled, the words tumbling out of him.
Harry started rocking back and forth, raising himself up slightly and then back down. He could feel where Draco’s cock was rubbing against his prostate so he shifted position and chased the feeling.
The sight of Draco beneath him, blissed out and panting, nails digging into the skin on his hips as Harry rode him, spurred him on even more. He bent down, needing more contact. The kiss was messy, the rocking of his hips making it hard to capture Draco’s lips, but that didn’t deter him from trying.
When Draco came he tasted the pleasure in his moans, felt him release inside him, felt the fingernails break skin. He kept the same pace, racing to get to his own orgasm, taking Draco into overstimulation.
“It’s okay baby, just a little longer,” He whispered against his skin, the words hoarse and strained. He felt a shaky hand reach between them, taking his cock in hand. It didn’t move, Draco didn’t have enough strength for that, but it didn’t matter. The grinding of his hips caused him to thrust up into his fist, adding to the shockwaves of pleasure he was feeling each time he ground down onto Draco’s cock.
When Draco moaned his name it tipped him over the precipice. It felt like he was free falling, soaring through the atmosphere for a long, wondrous moment. It was almost like flying on a broom except it was Draco that was keeping him afloat, solid and unwavering beneath him.
Once he came down from it he was slumped against Draco’s chest. He felt a few pats on his back, then a strained voice muttering his name. He slowly raised his body up until he was off Draco, the sudden feeling of emptiness making him wince. He watched, mesmerised, as cum dripped out of him, mixing together with his own on Draco’s stomach.
He tried to utter the cleaning charm, wanting to take care of Draco, but instead was pulled into a soft kiss, so he figured he would just do that later. Kissing Draco was far more important after all.