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Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13130 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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His fellow classmates were staring, some with open mouthed gapes, some with venomous glares, some with giggles behind covering hands and others just laughing out right.

Harry wasn't sure which was the worst.

He stared at his feet and tried to not pitch forward and fall flat on his face as he was forced through the crowd that wasn't all too inclined to part for them - shoulders knocking into him and snickers in his ears that made him think of the last time he had been in the cupboard with Lavender. But this was different, he knew that, he knew it was so much worse.

Because he looked like he had just tried to shag not only another boy but Draco Ferret Face Malfoy. In a cupboard. While blindfolded. God why did that just make it so much worse? Shouldn't that be like some sort of redemption? The fact that he hadn't known who it was? Except it didn't...not to Harry anyway, not with his body still reeling from their encounter. He had never wanted someone so much in his entire life, it was a cruel twist of fate that it had to be the boy who once strove to make his life miserable.

He felt like shrinking into himself and disappearing altogether, the flush on his cheeks burning him from the inside out. He was never going to hear the end of this and Ron...oh Merlin Ron. He was going to explode. Harry had caught the little looks the redhead had been shooting him since the incident with Lavender, looks that had first started when he had broken it off with Ginny a few months back. Ron, understandably, had wanted to know why his best mate had broken his little sister's heart.

And Harry couldn't tell him. It was just like with Lavender, it just felt wrong. He glanced up through his hair at the back of the blond head bobbing before him - and now he wondered if he had stumbled onto the real reason, the thing that had been dancing just outside of his grip, lingering in his dreams and the few moments that he let his mind wander...

Malfoy on the other hand seemed like it all wasn't even registering on his radar. Or he simply didn't care that he had...with Harry...which really shouldn't have made his insides twist, but it did. The blond was striding through the mass of people with his head held high, nearly dragging Harry by their joined handcuffs behind him, winding his way to the back of the large room with a stride that bespoke of his confidence - each slap of his feet on the stone making Harry cringe with dread for when the walk would finally end.

And then what?

Merlin what would he say when Malfoy finally reached his destination and turned on him? Should he make a joke? Compliment him on his rather surprising snogging abilities? Shout at him in irrational anger? Ask him to perhaps find another cupboard somewhere? Merlin that sounded good.

Yup, he was doomed.

"Potter?"

"Mhmm? What, oh, yes?" Harry stammered, glancing up sharply as they came to an abrupt halt to find Malfoy staring down at him with a reserved expression. Harry hated it, annoyed that the blond could probably read every little thought that went fluttering across his face and Harry was left guessing. It felt like being in potions class, with Snape breathing down his neck and Malfoy chopping his ingredients with a fluency to his movements and a smirk on his lips as Harry struggled to get even a portion of it right.

He was bound to bollocks this all up just like his latest potion assignment. Not that he even knew what this was exactly.

It was nothing, he told himself firmly, nothing at all - just a bit of kissing. Glorious kissing but still just kissing none the less.

Malfoy cocked his head, tilting it just slightly in a way that was either condescending or amused. Harry couldn't tell but Malfoy's plump lips were parted just slightly, biting into the corner edge of his tongue before he glanced away and propped himself against the edge of the long table they were standing before - the metal tugging against Harry's wrist as he did so.

Malfoy only ever looked like that when he was about to go off on something, either verbally or mentally - which was somehow worse than being shouted at, that quiet venomous attitude that he could slip into, making it perfectly clear what he thought of Harry without even having to say anything. Harry was used to seeing it when they were partnered for something and he had miss stepped and set them back, it was odd witnessing it now outside the classroom.

"You look like someone just avadad your kneazle." Malfoy drawled, his tone dripping with that haughtiness that seemed exclusive to Malfoy as he reached over and grabbed a half empty bottle of firewiskey. He glanced around himself before wiping the lip on his shirttail that was still hanging open and taking a long pull from it - his pale throat working as he swallowed in a rhythm that Harry's eye's couldn't help but follow.

Malfoy had a nice throat. Long and milky white, translucent almost in some lights...

"My - what?" Harry murmured, still watching Malfoy's throat even as he removed the bottle and set it loudly down next to him.

"Kneazle, you know, little fluffy creature, likes to...never mind." Malfoy dragged his hand through his messy hair, the locks falling in chucks over his eyes no matter how many times it was pushed back. "Potter look, you don't need to get your knickers in a twist -"

"I don't wear knickers." Harry grumbled, feeling like that was an important detail to point out for some reason.

"It was just a game alright? One where the sole purpose is to let our raging hormones take over and remove our inhibitions. It's cat and mouse in a cupboard, except the mouse is already caught and just waiting on a silver platter."

"I wasn't waiting." Harry shuffled his feet, unsure why he kept blurting out corrections.

Malfoy most definitely did look amused then. "I didn't say you were." He smirked and took another pull from the bottle. "Though one could argue to the opposite. I seem to recall you just fidgeting rather loudly before I kissed you."

Kissed you. Harry flushed and looked away, hearing the words spoken so nonchalantly from Malfoy's silky tongue making everything inside Harry twist so tightly he wondered it a miracle he hadn't gone running off to drown himself in the lake. Of course that would mean taking Malfoy with him since they were looped together and then they'd be outside. Alone. In the water. With a wet Malfoy and...he probably looked really good wet.

"No retort? Cat got your tongue?" The smirk was a monstrous thing now on Malfoy's pointed face, stretching his puffy lips widely in a way that Harry felt he really shouldn't do.

"Prat." He grumbled after rifling through his mind and unable to come up with a better comeback.

Malfoy chuckled and shrugged. "One could say." Then he was setting the bottle back down and reaching towards his trousers, yanking Harry's bound hand along with his until his knuckles were rubbing along Malfoy's firm thigh - making the darkened memory of his own thigh pressed so tightly against it as he was made to wrap his body around Malfoy's come tearing through his mind. He had never been so spread open before, so vulnerable and...desperate.

He yelped and jerked backwards, the metal clinking. "What the hell are you doing?" Harry demanded.

The blond sighed and shifted his weight back against the table. "I'm not altogether keen on remaining so disheveled all evening. I'm doing up my trousers before they fall all the way off." He stated, calm and cool and collected while Harry felt himself go red all over, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

He glanced down to the leather belt hanging open, remembering how his hands had shook as he undid it, how it felt to feel Malfoy hard and hot beneath the fabric as he tugged on the zipper. He stared and felt his mouth go dry, vaguely registering Malfoy's huff before those pale hands were moving again, Harry's finger's colliding once more where he needed to stay away from.

Groping in a cupboard was one thing but he was pretty sure no one would thank him, least of all Malfoy, if he lost it and did what his libido was trying to make him do now that they were no longer disguised and secluded. Not that he wanted to. It was Malfoy after all.

And a boy, Harry thought a tad belatedly and he squirmed as he pushed it away again. He really didn't have time to deal with a sexual identity crisis right now. He had a feeling he wouldn't be sleeping at all for the next damn week as it was.

"Stop it!" He snapped, curling his fingers in and away as best he could.

"Cut it out Potter." Malfoy tugged his hand back and Harry felt himself sway. "I can't do it one handed you imbecile."

"Can't you just...leave it open?" He asked and Malfoy cocked an eyebrow and shot him a look. "I mean not that I want it open...I just...and you're...please?"

"No." Malfoy deadpanned and then tugged once more. Harry squawked as he stumbled, his palm landing right on Malfoy's crotch, which only made Malfoy sigh once more as Harry sputtered and jerked away yet again. "Oh for fuck's sake, you do it then." He leaned back and swiped the bottle, tapping his fingers against the cool muddy glass as he waited.

"Er." Harry righted himself and glanced around, noticing that the people nearest them were very pointedly not looking their way. Which meant they had been staring just a moment ago.

Bloody hell.

"Eloquent as ever Potter. Just get on with it or stop blushing like a school girl and stay still as I -"

"I'll do it!" Harry said, a tad too loudly, but it couldn't be helped. He couldn't let Malfoy jerk his hand forward again and risk it brushing against parts of Malfoy Harry really shouldn't want to brush but did anyway. If he did it then he could control his movements...that made sense right? "Just...umm, don't move."

"And where would I go exactly?"

"Shut it." Harry drew in a breath and reached forward, yelling at his stupid fingers to stop trembling. It was just a zipper and a button and a buckle. Easy.

McGonagall kissing Hagrid, Lavender snogging Ron, Harry ran the thoughts through his mind as he pinched the bit of metal and dragged it upward. Voldemort, Voldemort and Bellatrix, Dudley doing...anything, the zip went up much too slowly, like it was purposely getting stuck just to make Harry's hand sweat more and his fingers linger. Aunt Petunia pinching Dudley's fat face, Blasted Ended Skewerts blasting, he opened his closed eyes and...Malfoy's cock, Malfoy's hands in his hair, on his chest, grabbing his arse, Malfoy's kisses...oh god...

He looked up sharply and that was a gigantic mistake. Malfoy was watching him, the bottle poised just a centimeter from his lips - his wet, swollen lips that had felt so incredible on his neck, his lips that had tried to form words that Harry could tell were filthy even under the Twisted Tongue charm. Lips that gasped while his hands tugged and licked as his hips pushed forward...

"Belt."

"Wha?" Harry jerked, realizing with a quick punch to his gut that he had stopped what he was doing and was just staring at Malfoy's mouth with his hands on his crotch. Oh god he had been wrong, this was the most embarrassing night of his life.

"My belt Potter, unless you've completely lost all motor functions and can't continue?"

"Oh, right, of course, just..." Harry shook his head and quickly grasped the black leather, slipping it through the silver buckle as quickly as he possibly could. Except he kept missing, which made him blush and curse and caused his fingers to be even more unsteady and...

"Merlin Potter it didn't take you this long to undo it in the blasted dark." Malfoy's voice was low when he spoke, hinting on humor and something more sultry at the same time.

It sent Harry's heart fluttering.

"You're such a prick." Harry punctuated his words with a quick tug, cinching the belt tightly shut. There, now Malfoy was no longer in danger of losing his trousers.

Harry frowned. He should have ripped the damn things. Though he didn't think it was possible to rip that nice of a belt...so perhaps he should have just chucked it across the cupboard.

"Well done Scarhead that only took half the night." Malfoy drawled and Harry had the sudden urge to punch his smug little face. It was rather comforting, the thought of hitting the other boy. Those were the kinds of things he should be thinking about Malfoy, not about how amazing his body had felt. "Don't even think about it." The Slytherin said with narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger at Harry as he glared, apparently having caught onto Harry's train of thought.

"Think about what?" Harry asked as innocently as he possibly could, pulling the open flaps of Malfoys shirt together, intent to get the blond fully dressed once more. Maybe he'd be able to concentrate a little better if he wasn't forced to stare at the nearly white chest that looked just as lean and fit as it felt. "I'm just working on making you presentable like you asked."

Malfoy snorted, a sound that seemed so out of place coming from the suave boy's mouth, but said nothing, just sipped once more from the bottle as Harry's finger's worked the tiny buttons at the bottom of the shirt. He managed to get three popped back into their minuscule holes before he remembered how he had managed to get it undone in the first place, his cheeks coloring once more.

"Umm." He cleared his throat, his fingers brushing over where the buttons should be and yet weren't. "It's er..."

Malfoy looked at him steadily, not even bothering to glance down to where Harry's hands lingered. "It's what Potter?"

"Ripped. I can't...that's as far as it will go." He muttered.

Malfoy very slowly slid his gaze down to his exposed chest between the ruined sides of his clearly very expensive shirt and back up to Harry's "So it is."

"I didn't mean -"

"Is this mayhap why the she weasel gave you the toss? Ruining all her grubby handy-downs with your hatred for buttons?"

"No!" Harry snapped. "Ginny's clothes aren't grubby and I never ruined her things, you..." He trailed off as the smirk found its way back onto Malfoy's face, his voice ending on a dull squeak as what his mouth was saying finally caught up with his brain. Bugger.

"Just me then?" There was a teasing in Malfoy's voice that Harry couldn't figure out in the well-lit, noisy room.

"Umm." Harry fidgeted, shifting his weight and avoiding Malfoy's eye. Merlin but he was right. Harry had never been so eager that he had actually ripped clothing before, had never needed to feel someone's skin so badly that he had let a wash of violence overtake his movements.

"Yes, you've said that already."

"Harry mate!" Seamus came stumbling into his line of vision, a cup filled with Merlin knew what sloshing as he wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders. "I've been lookin all over for ya!" He said with the beginnings of a slur and a grin on his wide lips.

Harry felt a surge of gratefulness for his sloppy roommate breaking the uncomfortable moment he had found himself stuck in since emerging from the cupboard. "I've just been -" He started, his hands snapping quickly back from where they were still gripping Malfoy's ruined shirt.

"Oi, Malfoy you missing your hair gel or something? It looks like a damn styling accident blew up all over you." Seamus interrupted him, swinging his attention over to Harry's forced counterpart.

"Does it indeed." Malfoy sneered.

Seamus nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah. You two...by god's you two..." and then he was laughing, nearly doubling in his hilarity, Harry's feeling of being finally rescued fleeing just as quickly as it came. "I told Blaise, I told him you'd be a right mess when Harry got through with you."

"Seamus!" Harry croaked, mortified with the implications of that statement.

"What?" Seamus looked at him, his blue eyes swimming in the alcohol he probably hadn't stopped sucking down since he arrived. "It's true ain't it? All that staring and fighting and gods Harry you should have seen yourself when - where's your shirt?" He blinked and backed up a step, drawing Harry's eyes down to his own chest that was indeed shirtless.

"Fuck." He muttered.

"You fucked?" Seamus blurted out, drawing the attention of the people standing near them. "Man you don't waste a minute."

"What, no!" Harry adamantly refuted, purposely leaving out the fact that was where his mind had been going before they had been interrupted. "No. It's just in the cupboard somewhere." He explained, wrapping his free arm around himself as he suddenly felt rather cold.

"Why's it in the cupboard?" Seamus was relentless, blinking at him and smiling, making Harry want to forcibly kick him out of the room just to get him to shut the hell up.

"Because that's where I threw it." Malfoy said tightly, frowning deeply at the Irish boy like he was thinking along the exact same lines as Harry.

Seamus looked at Malfoy, his eyes suddenly bright and clear as a rather coy smile curved over his lips. "Oh, did you? Now why would you do that Malfoy?"

Malfoy's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed, and his cheeks flushed as he took a single step closer to the boy who didn't seem all that drunk anymore, but rather poised and sure footed. "Why don't you run along Finnigan?"

Harry blinked and looked between them, wholly confused about what the hell had just changed. And why did it look like they were trying to stare the other down? "Malfoy -"

"Quiet Potter." The blond murmured.

"That's not an answer." Seamus retorted, holding the steely gaze of the boy before him as they both proceeded to ignore Harry.

"Watch where you step." Malfoy hissed, his expression dark and hard.

Seamus grinned and looked pointedly at their tethered wrists before swiping Malfoy's whiskey and taking a step back. "I could say the same." He laughed with a wink and then he was turning and slanting through the crowd, Harry's brow furrowing in confusion as he watched his retreating back.

"What was that about?" He demanded, unable to understand what the hell he had just witnessed.

Malfoy spared him a glance out of the corner of his eye before tipping his chin up into the air. "Nothing."

Harry opened his mouth to retort that it most obviously was something but then Malfoy was moving, the cuff yanking Harry forward with a squawk of surprise. "Stop doing that!" He grunted but the boy was paying him no heed, dragging him along with his quick strides, shoving his way through the crowd, and sneering at anyone that looked at them for longer than two seconds.

It was humiliating, the fact that he was half naked just adding to the whole mess and yet there Malfoy was, making it look like it was their peers who were the idiots and not them with their torn and missing clothing and marked bodies. He caught a brief flash of Seamus's sandy blond head bent towards Zabini's as they spoke in quick whispers, the darker boy's eyes following their progress through the room with a grim expression before Malfoy rounded a corner and blocked them from view.

"Pansy." Malfoy snapped and Harry whipped his head back around, seeking out the short girl that was suddenly mere feet in front of them.

"Ah Draco love, enjoying yourself?" She turned towards them and smiled in an entirely slimy way, making Harry unconsciously step a little closer to Draco's side - though whether in protection for himself or for the Slytherin was hard to tell.

"Take it off." Malfoy growled lowly, jerking their hands up so that the handcuffs rattled softly. "Now."

Pansy's smile morphed into a purely malicious grin. "No, no I don't think I will." She cocked her head and gave them both a languid once over. "Where would the fun be in that?"

Malfoy's face went slack and blank, somehow looking even more menacing in its smooth lines than when he tightened and hardened his features until everything came across pinched. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing -"

"Oh I know exactly what I'm doing." Pansy interrupted and fell elegantly back onto the couch behind her, crossing her legs so that the ridiculously short green skirt fell back to reveal a scandalous amount of pale thigh. "Like what you see Potter?" She smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Harry snapped his gaze back up to her hard brown eyes and felt...nothing. Really she had grown to be quite pretty and still the fact that he could nearly see her knickers wasn't doing anything for him. Maybe he was just too pissed to care. Or maybe it was that he could feel Malfoy's body so close to his and it was making everything take on a strange sort of quality. "Not really." He frowned and perhaps it was just his imagination but he swore Malfoy let out a soft snort in response, the other boy’s lips quirking for a split second before it was gone.

"Pansy -"

"Look Draco, you heard the rules." Pansy interrupted him, tucking her short black hair behind her ear in what looked like a well-practiced move. "You want out then you know what you have to do."

"What?" Harry asked, Malfoy's eyes all but burning holes into Pansy's forehead as he glared at her. "What do we have to do?" Merlin he really, really should have listened to the rules, if he had then perhaps he would be free already instead of still tethered to the boy that was making his stomach flutter each time their fingers brushed.

With was frustrating and distracting...and confusing, his brain tacked on lamely. Though he really wasn't sure that was true even though he knew he should be confused by it.

"Oh Potter," Pansy snickered, Malfoy stiffening by his side and Harry's gut twisting at the false sugar slipping from her lips. "It's really quite simple."

"Spit it out then." Harry snapped, his skin pricking in goosebumps as cold dread washed over him. Bloody hell what he wouldn't give for his shirt right about then, his exposed chest and flushed skin making him feel horribly on display.

The smirk that curved her lips looked to be stolen straight from Malfoy's personage, the expression lighting her eyes making him shift his feet uneasily, a warning sounding in his head that he was about to step somewhere he should stay very far away from. The house parties had put nearly everyone in the upper years on somewhat friendly - albeit tentative - terms with each other, at least when face to face. Yet even after Seamus started dragging him along and chatting with Zabini and Malfoy and Nott and Crabbe and Goyle in the hall and after meals or during supposedly quiet study sessions in the library, Harry hadn't been able to find it in him to warm up to Pansy Parkinson - couldn't stomach her crass attitude and higher than thou arrogance.

He positively hated her now.

But whatever was making her gaze gleam so menacingly never came to light, Malfoy reaching out and grabbing her arm and hauling her back to her feet before Harry could even let out a huff of pain and surprise as the move caused the handcuff to dig into his skin. "Shit." He stumbled and cursed, just barely missing how Malfoy bent towards Pansy and hissed something in a whisper into her ear - the girl’s eyes narrowing before flicking over to Harry as he rubbed at his sore wrist.

He felt completely lost, utterly clueless as to what the hell was going on. He could understand Malfoy arguing with Pansy over leashing them together but then there was that weird argument with Seamus and the way Zabini had watched them stalk across the room and now this...Pansy looking smug and curious and far too in control for Harry's liking. Not to mention Malfoy's own behavior that Harry was having a hard time keeping track of.

"Whatever you say Draco." Pansy locked eyes with her fellow Slytherin as the blond pulled back. "But we'll see, won't we?"

"See what? What the hell is going on?" Harry demanded, only to once again yelp as Malfoy spun and started dragging him back across the room that was vibrating with music and laughter and drunken merriment that seemed oddly far away from Harry in that moment. "Malfoy, st-" The words died on his tongue as his eyes collided with Lavender's from across the room, her curly dirty blond hair swelled to the size of a damn air ship about her head, her gaze narrowed and glowing with hatred, the cup in her hand clenched in a grip that Harry was surprised hadn't shattered the glass yet.

Harry swallowed and looked at his feet. Oh Merlin why couldn't the floor just open up and swallow him already?

"Move." Malfoy intoned lowly, his voice echoing with barely suppressed rage, the three Hufflepuffs that had been crowded around the table scampering away with one quick look in their direction. The always impeccably dressed boy shoved his mussed hair from his face, swiped two clean shot glasses, splashed a generous amount of liquor into them, and shoved one at him before taking up his own. He grumbled something under his breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and in a manner that very much seemed like he was preparing for battle, lifted the shot to his lips and tipped it back in go.

Harry watched in puzzlement, feeling very much like some unknown storm was brewing just over the horizon, the feeling only growing as his gaze slipped and lingered on Seamus laughing with his head thrown back on a couch before his eyes slid smoothly to the shut cupboard door - two unknown people inside snogging to their hearts content. Harry licked his dry lips, his pulse speeding up, his hand moving on its own to empty the shot into his mouth.

He coughed, sputtering against the burn as his eyes watered, his mouth opening to suck in large gulps of air. He barely managed to set it back down before Malfoy had grabbed two muddy brown bottles of beer and was yanking him through the crowd again without so much as a word.

He didn't know what was going on, didn't know how to undo his predicament and he sure as hell didn't know where Malfoy was leading them with his jaw set like stone and his eyes hard and clouded - everything about his expression and the line of his shoulders daring Harry to ask what was going on again. But he did know he wanted back in that cupboard and Merlin help him but he wanted it to be Malfoy pinning him to the wall once more as he was devoured by that hot mouth of his.

Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he had dodged Seamus and managed to go to bed early. Maybe he'd wake up any minute now to find that he couldn't actually taste the blond on his tongue and that his neck would be free from love bits.

But then that meant that he was dreaming about wanting to shag Draco Malfoy instead of the reality of the boy having kissed him so thoroughly that it had left him achingly hard. The problem was that Harry could not figure out which was worse...or if he really thought either of them were.
TBC
A/N: Oh dear I am overwhelmed with the responses to this little story! All of your reviews and rating just made my heart soar, thank you so so much! I hope you all enjoyed this part and continue to keep reading :)
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