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Birthday Surprise
Chapter Number/Total: 25/52
Chapter Title: Birthday Surprise
Words: 3644 Words
Draco felt warm and sleepy but was aware that his husband's body was not pressed against him. He opened his eyes and looked around.
Harry was sitting up against the pillows with Valen lying on his legs, which he had propped up with his feet flat on the bed. He'd just finished feeding the baby and had been trying to keep him quiet as Draco slept.
"Oooh, look," he told Valen as he noticed Draco open his eyes. "Daddy Draco's awake."
Valen cooed in answer.
Harry smiled and scooted closer to Draco, placing Valen between the two of them. "It's his birthday," he whispered, waggling his eyebrows and laying a soft kiss to Draco's lips. "Happy Birthday, love," he said to his husband.
Draco smiled sleepily. "Much better morning than the last one," he said, kissing Harry and then kissing the forehead of their son.
"Much, much better," Harry agreed, staring happily at his husband. "Fossey's making breakfast right now. I said to make sure to bring plenty of scones and cream. And, of course, everything else you like. I would've gotten up and cooked for you myself, though I have a nagging suspicion you wouldn't care much for that." He snorted, kissing Draco lightly again.
"I can think of better uses for your time." Draco smiled, waggling his eyebrows at him.
"What ever are you talking about?" Harry said, raising eyebrows innocently.
Draco raised both eyebrows and leered at his husband.
Harry couldn't help a small smirk, but didn't say anything.
Draco rubbed the belly of his child and held a small hand with his fingers.
Harry ran fingers through Draco's hair, watching him with a gentle smile. "A year ago we didn't think we'd ever be married," he said quietly. "We didn't think we had a future. And now look at us."
Draco smiled, eyes sparkling as he looked at his husband. "Do I get a birthday wish?" he asked.
"What would a birthday be without a birthday wish?" Harry said, smiling as well.
"I wish to raise our son and grow old together," Draco said softly.
"I'll spend my life making that come true," Harry replied, cupping Draco's cheek with his hand.
Draco smiled. "And Harry Potter keeps his promises," he said.
"Yes, he does," Harry said, nodding happily. "I know him rather well."
"Oh, Potter is a bit of hermit these days," Draco drawled. "Rarely seen in public. Maybe you could get me in to see him?"
Harry smirked again. "I'll see what I can do," he said. "He and I have grown pretty close over the years, so your chances are high."
"I always thought he was rather hot, myself," Draco said in a conspiratorial tone. "Even if he was a bit of an arse at Hogwarts."
"I think he's gorgeous," said Harry, fighting not to laugh. "But yes, bit of an arse - nice arse, but an arse all the same."
"Very nice arse." Draco grinned. "I would love to bend him over a Quidditch bench and fuck that tight arse."
Harry's breath hitched. "I heard he's got it in for this Malfoy bloke," he said.
"They always hated each other," Draco sneered.
"Yeah, I heard that, too," said Harry. "But you never can tell."
Draco leaned over their infant and kissed his husband again. Valen began squeaking and burbling happily.
Harry sighed into the kiss, but Valen reminded him of where he was and what he had planned for later. He pulled away and grinned at the baby.
Draco rolled his eyes and smirked down at their son. "It's my birthday," he told the baby.
Harry snorted. "Perhaps he wants to tell you happy birthday," he said, pulling Valen up more so that he could touch their faces.
Draco laughed and kissed the baby again. "Thank you, son," he said.
Harry chuckled, petting Valen's hair.
Fossey showed up then, bearing a tray of all of Draco's favourite breakfast foods and tea.
"Ah, splendid. Thank you," Harry said, sitting up and taking the tray.
"I be wishing Master Draco a happy birthday," the elf squeaked before disappearing.
Draco sat up and reached for a blueberry scone, loading it with cream.
Harry made both himself and Draco cups of tea and took a scone, although the amount of cream he put on it didn't come close to matching Draco's.
Draco devoured the scone and sipped his sweat tea. He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the cream and then licked the cream off, making quite a show with his tongue, and watching for Harry's reaction.
Harry watched Draco intently, licking his lips without even knowing he was doing so. "You're not getting me to do anything with you," he said. "Not now."
Draco pouted. "Hey, I remember breakfast on your birthday," he said.
"Yes, and it was lovely," said Harry simply. "Right on this very bed. I thank you profusely." He resisted the urge to laugh delightedly.
Draco huffed, rolling his eyes and biting into the strawberry.
Harry winced but grinned crookedly. "I hope that strawberry wasn't symbolism," he said.
Draco devoured the rest of the berry, raising an eyebrow.
Harry shook his head, wanting to laugh again. "You're still not getting anything," he said. "My arse and cock are on lockdown until later."
Draco groaned, falling back on the bed and reaching under the covers to touch himself.
"Draco!" Harry said in a stern tone of voice, although he sounded amused. He knew what the blond was doing. "You really can't go a few hours without sex?"
"Why should I?" Draco smirked, stroking himself under the covers.
"Maybe it will feel better later if you wait?" Harry said, voice full of promise.
Draco stilled his hand for a moment. "How long do I have to wait?" he asked.
"Well, wouldn't you like to know?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow and grinning teasingly.
"That was the point of asking," Draco said with a sigh, and began stroking himself again.
"Suit yourself," said Harry, trying to take quiet, even breaths to keep his own cock from hardening. He picked Valen up, who was still in bed with them, and laid him on his chest. "Your father is a sexoholic," he told him, amused.
Draco laid back, smiling happily and licking cream from his lips as he pulled on his own cock.
Harry gritted his teeth and smiled tightly, not allowing himself to look at Draco. "I am not going to get hard with my son in my hands," he said, focusing on Valen, who reached for one of his nipples and pulled hard, his sharp little nails digging into the skin. "Ow!" Harry said with a huff, pulling Valen's hand away.
It was almost as if Valen found it funny. He burbled and squeaked.
"Your magic is showing," Draco said, smirking and panting a little as his hand sped up.
"I won't do it," Harry insisted, despite feeling a stirring in his groin.
"Won't do ... what?" Draco asked, breathing harder as he got close.
Harry didn't even answer. "I won't do it," he said quietly to Valen, and the baby squeaked again.
"Got it in hand," Draco gasped, and then arched, coming into his own hand.
Harry's stomach lurched as he watched Draco out of the corner of his eye and Valen's noises became even louder and more excited.
Draco sighed contently and smirked at his husband. "Problem, love?" he asked silkily.
Harry shook his head no, teeth still gritted and a tight smile still on his lips.
The blond chuckled, rolling out of bed. "I think I will get cleaned up," he said. "Joining me in the shower?"
"No, go ahead," Harry said, clearing his throat, as his voice was a bit strained.
Draco did a quick Cleaning Charm on himself and then put on his black silk dressing gown. "Enjoy your breakfast," he said, smirking at his husband and child.
Harry shook his head at Draco's retreating back. "He's a prat," he said fondly to Valen when the door was closed. And he quickly got out of bed to throw his own dressing gown on and deliver the baby to Ron and Hermione.
Draco chuckled happily to himself as he showered. He loved winding Harry up like that.
***
As Draco showered, Harry took a very, very quick one himself in the downstairs bathroom. Once finished, he raced back upstairs and dressed in the outfit he'd planned, glad that Draco still wasn't done washing up. He set everything up and did the few finishing touches, finally satisfied with his work.
Draco stepped out of the shower and used Drying Charms on himself before attaching his silver hand again. He combed his hair and finished his morning routine before putting the dressing gown on again. He made his way back to their bedroom.
When Draco entered into the room, Harry was nowhere to be found, but there was clothing folded on the bed and a slip of parchment lying on the pile.
Draco picked it up and read the note.
Malfoy,
Put this on. Don't ask questions, just do it. And then walk your prat arse over to the unused room.
- Potter
Draco chuckled and his cock twitched in anticipation. He examined the clothing, to see what was up.
He saw a white button down shirt, black slacks, grey knee socks, a silver and green tie, a grey vest with green trim and a black robe bearing the Slytherin crest, complete with his prefect badge. His Hogwarts uniform.
Draco flushed and dressed quickly but carefully in the uniform. He admired himself in the mirror, making sure he looked perfect. Since his hair was longer than it had been, he tied it back with a black ribbon. Then he made his way to the room, knocking on the door.
There was no answer.
Draco opened the door and looked inside.
What he found was a magically re-sized room, and definitely not a room he should have found in Grimmauld at all. It looked exactly like the Slytherin boys' dorm. The walls and floor were stone, it was green everywhere. There were even five beds, adorned in the green and silver that they should have been. But Harry was still nowhere in sight.
Draco stepped into the room and smiled, looking around.
Suddenly, he heard a snap and found that the door seemed to have closed on its own.
Draco turned quickly, instinctively drawing his wand.
An invisible hand gripped his wrist and he could feel the fluid-like material covering it.
"Look what we've got here," said a voice, sounding like it was coming inches from Draco's face. "You should be more careful with your password, Malfoy."
"Merde'," Draco cursed, struggling to pull his hand away and playing along with the game. "Who's there?"
There was a dark chuckle. "So you pretend not to know my voice when we both know how unlikely that is. I know you watch me."
"Potter," Draco sneered. "You will let go of me and get out of here, if you know what's good for you."
Harry reached up and pulled his Invisibility Cloak off, mussing his already messy hair. He, too, was dressed in his Hogwarts uniform, Captain's badge gleaming on his chest in the candle light. "Right. Like that's supposed to scare me," he said.
Draco narrowed his eyes, scowling at Harry. "What the hell are you doing in here, Potter?" he demanded.
"I didn't much like what you did to me the other day," Harry said, still holding Draco's wrist. "Not a terribly smart thing to do, trying to mess up my Quidditch practise. Don't you think I should make you pay for that?"
"I think you don't know what you are talking about," Draco sneered.
"Don't know what I'm talking about?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows. "Are you honestly going to tell me that I'm wrong?"
"I don't care what you think, Potter," Draco snapped, pulling at his hand again. "Get out!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "No," he said, his grip on Draco's arm unrelenting. "Not until you admit what you did."
"And just why would I do that?" Draco sneered, panting a bit now as the game excited him more.
"You can't even imagine what I'll do to you if you don't," Harry said, his voice low and threatening.
"I seriously doubt Perfect Potter would do anything that I would worry about," Draco snapped.
"Oh, do you?" said Harry, forcibly moving Draco over to what would be his bed in the dorm. He pushed him down onto it, pinning the blond's arms above him as he hovered over Draco on hands and knees.
Draco put up a small struggle, his heart racing as Harry pinned him to the bed.
"Still not going to admit it?" Harry said, holding Draco's arms firmly.
"Make me," Draco challenged.
Harry's lip curled as he stared down at Draco. He pulled the blond quickly and strongly up the bed so that his hands were at the headboard. Then, gripping both arms in one hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the handcuffs from the twins, closing them over Draco's wrists so that he was hooked to the bed.
Draco groaned as the handcuffs locked on his wrists, and then he pulled at them like he was trying to escape. "You'll pay for this, Potter!" he yelled.
"No, you'll pay for it, Malfoy," Harry spat, standing to admire the view with his head cocked carelessly to one side.
"What do you think you are doing?" Draco asked, pulling on the handcuffs. His cock was hard under his robes and he was panting.
"Probably exactly what you think I'm doing," Harry replied coldly, chuckling. He ran a single finger over the top of one of Draco's shiny black shoes.
"You'll never get away with it," Draco hissed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Like you said, Perfect Potter, remember? Who will they believe?"
"You wouldn't," Draco challenged.
Harry raised an eyebrow in answer and suddenly grabbed Draco's cock without warning. "Oh, wouldn't I?" he said.
Draco shuddered and moaned.
Harry snorted and threw Draco's robe open, one hand still on his cock. "Perhaps you're enjoying this too much," he said. "And I can't have that, can I?"
Draco's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?" he asked, nearly a whisper.
"I'm not going to tell you," Harry said scathingly. "I'd much rather watch you squirm and wait."
Draco arched into Harry's hand, trembling under his touch.
Harry licked his lips and undid the fastener on Draco's trousers, watching the blond's face with a hungry look in his eye.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped, watching Harry and wondering what he would do next.
Harry smirked and trailed his hand down Draco's leg until he reached his shoe again. He pulled it off and then the other, dropping them to the floor with a loud thump.
Draco's heart was beating so hard he wouldn't be surprised if Harry could hear it.
Harry tugged on Draco's trousers from the bottom, sliding them off his long legs. He moved back up and fingered the material of Draco's silk boxer shorts, eyes on the tent. "Yes, enjoying this far too much," he said.
Draco didn't say anything now, unsure what he would have said then. He arched up, the pressure of his erection against the silk already bordering on painful.
Harry tugged the shorts off too, letting Draco's cock spring free. He nearly groaned at the sight, but kept quiet.
Draco licked his lips, eyes wide as he watched Harry. "What are you going to do?" he whispered.
"I'm going to make you admit what you did," Harry answered, voice low and almost hoarse. He reached into his pocket a second time, bringing out the metal cock ring and swallowing thickly as he looked from it to Draco's erection.
"Merde'," Draco cursed, recognising it.
Harry licked his lips again and muttered an Engorging Charm, as he thought it would be rather difficult to get the ring onto Draco, with his cock as obviously hard as it was. Panting only the slightest bit through his nose, Harry slipped the cock ring over Draco's shaft and balls, making sure it was situated where he wanted it, before shrinking it again. It was snug, but not too snug.
Draco groaned, lifting his hips into the touch of Harry's hand and magic.
Harry's own cock was achingly hard now. He took his hands away from Draco, beginning to remove his own clothes as teasingly as he could, knowing how frustrating it would be to watch.
Draco gritted his teeth, determined not to whimper at the sight of Harry stripping out of his school uniform.
Harry's face was carefree and cocky, as if he didn't care at all that Draco was cuffed to a bed with his cock as hard as he'd ever saw it. He dropped his robe to the floor and then pulled his vest off before slowly working at his buttons, revealing his skin inch by inch.
Draco licked his lips, unable to move or take his eyes off his beautiful lover.
Once free of his shirt, Harry stood there for a moment. He didn't let the uncertainty show on his face, but he was uncertain about what he was wearing beneath his trousers. It had seemed like a good idea while getting dressed, but now he wasn't so sure. He'd wanted to use every single gift Fred and George had given him, but the last thing he wanted was to make Draco laugh. He hoped he didn't look like a complete idiot. He toed out of his shoes and slowly reached for the fasteners on his trousers.
Draco moaned again, impatient for Harry to do more.
Keeping eyes on what he was doing, but probably taking more time than was needed, Harry finally got the trousers undone and let them drop to the floor. He stood there in the black thong with his cock hard, trying not to bite his lip or blush, but look defiant and still careless.
Draco's cock twitched and he arched up, feeling like he would die if Harry didn't touch him soon. He was so gorgeous. His eyes took in the look of him naked, his cock stretching the fabric of the thong, and revealing the lines of his hip bones. He could imagine how nice the thong probably accented his arse, too.
Relieved from Draco's reaction, Harry climbed onto the bed, situated on hands and knees over Draco again. He let their cocks touch through the fabric of the thong. "Ready to give in yet?" he said, really hoping Draco wasn't ready.
"Never," Draco said defiantly.
Harry shook his head. "We'll see about that," he said, removing the rest of Draco's clothes magically.
Draco groaned, his cock twitching hard and his body trembling as Harry's magic swept his robes away.
Harry moved so that he wasn't over Draco anymore, but sitting on his knees beside him. He Summoned the potion bottle from his robes on the floor and slowly unscrewed the cap, one side of his mouth quirked upward.
Draco's eyes widened, wondering what Harry would do with the potion.
Harry dipped only his fingertips into the potion and then rubbed it into Draco's nearest nipple, doing the same to the other one and watching his face as he did.
Draco gasped, his nipples feeling the shock of the sensitising potion. "Potter!" he yelled.
"Yes?" Harry said with a smirk, his fingertips tingling with strange pleasure.
"Do whatever it is you are going to do!" Draco snapped, still playing the part but wanting to beg for more.
Harry snorted. "You're not the one who decides anything here," he said, twisting Draco's nipples mercilessly.
Draco cried out, twisting away from him and shuddering at the intense sensation.
Harry stopped and pulled his hands away completely. He stared down at Draco, marvelling at his own self control. He didn't know how he wasn't already fucking this beautiful man. "I want you to suck my cock," he said, looking at Draco's mouth.
Draco couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily, but responded in his trademark sneer. "In your dreams, Potter," he quipped.
"Don't you mean in yours?" Harry said with a laugh. "I said I want you to do it, so you don't have much choice in the matter."
Draco tried to look defiant but his mouth was watering, eyes straying to the bulging thong.
Harry sat straighter on his knees and moved so that both his legs were on either side of Draco and the man could easily suck his cock. He rubbed his erection through the thong, groaning quietly.
The smell and feel of Harry so close made Draco want to weep with frustration. He watched as Harry touched himself, licking his lips and swallowing.
Unable to take any more, Harry moved the cloth covering his erection aside and grasped the shaft in his hand, running the head across Draco's lips.
Draco gasped, his mouth opening at the feel of that soft slick head against his lips.
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, that's it," he said, watching.
Draco's eyes fluttered closed and his tongue slid out, licking that silky crown.
Harry gasped this time, pressing forward slowly. "You like it, don't you?" he said. "My cock's the best you've ever tasted, isn't it?"
"Mmm," Draco hummed as Harry's cock slid past his lips.
"Fucking right," Harry growled, hissing through his teeth and trying to keep from completely fucking Draco's mouth, but he slid further inside.
Draco sucked and licked Harry's cock, always loving the taste and thickness of him.
Harry spread his legs wider and closed his eyes, letting Draco suck him off, but when he felt himself getting closer, he pulled back and away. "Oh, no," he panted. "It's not over that easy."
Chapter Title: Birthday Surprise
Words: 3644 Words
Draco felt warm and sleepy but was aware that his husband's body was not pressed against him. He opened his eyes and looked around.
Harry was sitting up against the pillows with Valen lying on his legs, which he had propped up with his feet flat on the bed. He'd just finished feeding the baby and had been trying to keep him quiet as Draco slept.
"Oooh, look," he told Valen as he noticed Draco open his eyes. "Daddy Draco's awake."
Valen cooed in answer.
Harry smiled and scooted closer to Draco, placing Valen between the two of them. "It's his birthday," he whispered, waggling his eyebrows and laying a soft kiss to Draco's lips. "Happy Birthday, love," he said to his husband.
Draco smiled sleepily. "Much better morning than the last one," he said, kissing Harry and then kissing the forehead of their son.
"Much, much better," Harry agreed, staring happily at his husband. "Fossey's making breakfast right now. I said to make sure to bring plenty of scones and cream. And, of course, everything else you like. I would've gotten up and cooked for you myself, though I have a nagging suspicion you wouldn't care much for that." He snorted, kissing Draco lightly again.
"I can think of better uses for your time." Draco smiled, waggling his eyebrows at him.
"What ever are you talking about?" Harry said, raising eyebrows innocently.
Draco raised both eyebrows and leered at his husband.
Harry couldn't help a small smirk, but didn't say anything.
Draco rubbed the belly of his child and held a small hand with his fingers.
Harry ran fingers through Draco's hair, watching him with a gentle smile. "A year ago we didn't think we'd ever be married," he said quietly. "We didn't think we had a future. And now look at us."
Draco smiled, eyes sparkling as he looked at his husband. "Do I get a birthday wish?" he asked.
"What would a birthday be without a birthday wish?" Harry said, smiling as well.
"I wish to raise our son and grow old together," Draco said softly.
"I'll spend my life making that come true," Harry replied, cupping Draco's cheek with his hand.
Draco smiled. "And Harry Potter keeps his promises," he said.
"Yes, he does," Harry said, nodding happily. "I know him rather well."
"Oh, Potter is a bit of hermit these days," Draco drawled. "Rarely seen in public. Maybe you could get me in to see him?"
Harry smirked again. "I'll see what I can do," he said. "He and I have grown pretty close over the years, so your chances are high."
"I always thought he was rather hot, myself," Draco said in a conspiratorial tone. "Even if he was a bit of an arse at Hogwarts."
"I think he's gorgeous," said Harry, fighting not to laugh. "But yes, bit of an arse - nice arse, but an arse all the same."
"Very nice arse." Draco grinned. "I would love to bend him over a Quidditch bench and fuck that tight arse."
Harry's breath hitched. "I heard he's got it in for this Malfoy bloke," he said.
"They always hated each other," Draco sneered.
"Yeah, I heard that, too," said Harry. "But you never can tell."
Draco leaned over their infant and kissed his husband again. Valen began squeaking and burbling happily.
Harry sighed into the kiss, but Valen reminded him of where he was and what he had planned for later. He pulled away and grinned at the baby.
Draco rolled his eyes and smirked down at their son. "It's my birthday," he told the baby.
Harry snorted. "Perhaps he wants to tell you happy birthday," he said, pulling Valen up more so that he could touch their faces.
Draco laughed and kissed the baby again. "Thank you, son," he said.
Harry chuckled, petting Valen's hair.
Fossey showed up then, bearing a tray of all of Draco's favourite breakfast foods and tea.
"Ah, splendid. Thank you," Harry said, sitting up and taking the tray.
"I be wishing Master Draco a happy birthday," the elf squeaked before disappearing.
Draco sat up and reached for a blueberry scone, loading it with cream.
Harry made both himself and Draco cups of tea and took a scone, although the amount of cream he put on it didn't come close to matching Draco's.
Draco devoured the scone and sipped his sweat tea. He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the cream and then licked the cream off, making quite a show with his tongue, and watching for Harry's reaction.
Harry watched Draco intently, licking his lips without even knowing he was doing so. "You're not getting me to do anything with you," he said. "Not now."
Draco pouted. "Hey, I remember breakfast on your birthday," he said.
"Yes, and it was lovely," said Harry simply. "Right on this very bed. I thank you profusely." He resisted the urge to laugh delightedly.
Draco huffed, rolling his eyes and biting into the strawberry.
Harry winced but grinned crookedly. "I hope that strawberry wasn't symbolism," he said.
Draco devoured the rest of the berry, raising an eyebrow.
Harry shook his head, wanting to laugh again. "You're still not getting anything," he said. "My arse and cock are on lockdown until later."
Draco groaned, falling back on the bed and reaching under the covers to touch himself.
"Draco!" Harry said in a stern tone of voice, although he sounded amused. He knew what the blond was doing. "You really can't go a few hours without sex?"
"Why should I?" Draco smirked, stroking himself under the covers.
"Maybe it will feel better later if you wait?" Harry said, voice full of promise.
Draco stilled his hand for a moment. "How long do I have to wait?" he asked.
"Well, wouldn't you like to know?" said Harry, raising an eyebrow and grinning teasingly.
"That was the point of asking," Draco said with a sigh, and began stroking himself again.
"Suit yourself," said Harry, trying to take quiet, even breaths to keep his own cock from hardening. He picked Valen up, who was still in bed with them, and laid him on his chest. "Your father is a sexoholic," he told him, amused.
Draco laid back, smiling happily and licking cream from his lips as he pulled on his own cock.
Harry gritted his teeth and smiled tightly, not allowing himself to look at Draco. "I am not going to get hard with my son in my hands," he said, focusing on Valen, who reached for one of his nipples and pulled hard, his sharp little nails digging into the skin. "Ow!" Harry said with a huff, pulling Valen's hand away.
It was almost as if Valen found it funny. He burbled and squeaked.
"Your magic is showing," Draco said, smirking and panting a little as his hand sped up.
"I won't do it," Harry insisted, despite feeling a stirring in his groin.
"Won't do ... what?" Draco asked, breathing harder as he got close.
Harry didn't even answer. "I won't do it," he said quietly to Valen, and the baby squeaked again.
"Got it in hand," Draco gasped, and then arched, coming into his own hand.
Harry's stomach lurched as he watched Draco out of the corner of his eye and Valen's noises became even louder and more excited.
Draco sighed contently and smirked at his husband. "Problem, love?" he asked silkily.
Harry shook his head no, teeth still gritted and a tight smile still on his lips.
The blond chuckled, rolling out of bed. "I think I will get cleaned up," he said. "Joining me in the shower?"
"No, go ahead," Harry said, clearing his throat, as his voice was a bit strained.
Draco did a quick Cleaning Charm on himself and then put on his black silk dressing gown. "Enjoy your breakfast," he said, smirking at his husband and child.
Harry shook his head at Draco's retreating back. "He's a prat," he said fondly to Valen when the door was closed. And he quickly got out of bed to throw his own dressing gown on and deliver the baby to Ron and Hermione.
Draco chuckled happily to himself as he showered. He loved winding Harry up like that.
***
As Draco showered, Harry took a very, very quick one himself in the downstairs bathroom. Once finished, he raced back upstairs and dressed in the outfit he'd planned, glad that Draco still wasn't done washing up. He set everything up and did the few finishing touches, finally satisfied with his work.
Draco stepped out of the shower and used Drying Charms on himself before attaching his silver hand again. He combed his hair and finished his morning routine before putting the dressing gown on again. He made his way back to their bedroom.
When Draco entered into the room, Harry was nowhere to be found, but there was clothing folded on the bed and a slip of parchment lying on the pile.
Draco picked it up and read the note.
Malfoy,
Put this on. Don't ask questions, just do it. And then walk your prat arse over to the unused room.
- Potter
Draco chuckled and his cock twitched in anticipation. He examined the clothing, to see what was up.
He saw a white button down shirt, black slacks, grey knee socks, a silver and green tie, a grey vest with green trim and a black robe bearing the Slytherin crest, complete with his prefect badge. His Hogwarts uniform.
Draco flushed and dressed quickly but carefully in the uniform. He admired himself in the mirror, making sure he looked perfect. Since his hair was longer than it had been, he tied it back with a black ribbon. Then he made his way to the room, knocking on the door.
There was no answer.
Draco opened the door and looked inside.
What he found was a magically re-sized room, and definitely not a room he should have found in Grimmauld at all. It looked exactly like the Slytherin boys' dorm. The walls and floor were stone, it was green everywhere. There were even five beds, adorned in the green and silver that they should have been. But Harry was still nowhere in sight.
Draco stepped into the room and smiled, looking around.
Suddenly, he heard a snap and found that the door seemed to have closed on its own.
Draco turned quickly, instinctively drawing his wand.
An invisible hand gripped his wrist and he could feel the fluid-like material covering it.
"Look what we've got here," said a voice, sounding like it was coming inches from Draco's face. "You should be more careful with your password, Malfoy."
"Merde'," Draco cursed, struggling to pull his hand away and playing along with the game. "Who's there?"
There was a dark chuckle. "So you pretend not to know my voice when we both know how unlikely that is. I know you watch me."
"Potter," Draco sneered. "You will let go of me and get out of here, if you know what's good for you."
Harry reached up and pulled his Invisibility Cloak off, mussing his already messy hair. He, too, was dressed in his Hogwarts uniform, Captain's badge gleaming on his chest in the candle light. "Right. Like that's supposed to scare me," he said.
Draco narrowed his eyes, scowling at Harry. "What the hell are you doing in here, Potter?" he demanded.
"I didn't much like what you did to me the other day," Harry said, still holding Draco's wrist. "Not a terribly smart thing to do, trying to mess up my Quidditch practise. Don't you think I should make you pay for that?"
"I think you don't know what you are talking about," Draco sneered.
"Don't know what I'm talking about?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows. "Are you honestly going to tell me that I'm wrong?"
"I don't care what you think, Potter," Draco snapped, pulling at his hand again. "Get out!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. "No," he said, his grip on Draco's arm unrelenting. "Not until you admit what you did."
"And just why would I do that?" Draco sneered, panting a bit now as the game excited him more.
"You can't even imagine what I'll do to you if you don't," Harry said, his voice low and threatening.
"I seriously doubt Perfect Potter would do anything that I would worry about," Draco snapped.
"Oh, do you?" said Harry, forcibly moving Draco over to what would be his bed in the dorm. He pushed him down onto it, pinning the blond's arms above him as he hovered over Draco on hands and knees.
Draco put up a small struggle, his heart racing as Harry pinned him to the bed.
"Still not going to admit it?" Harry said, holding Draco's arms firmly.
"Make me," Draco challenged.
Harry's lip curled as he stared down at Draco. He pulled the blond quickly and strongly up the bed so that his hands were at the headboard. Then, gripping both arms in one hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the handcuffs from the twins, closing them over Draco's wrists so that he was hooked to the bed.
Draco groaned as the handcuffs locked on his wrists, and then he pulled at them like he was trying to escape. "You'll pay for this, Potter!" he yelled.
"No, you'll pay for it, Malfoy," Harry spat, standing to admire the view with his head cocked carelessly to one side.
"What do you think you are doing?" Draco asked, pulling on the handcuffs. His cock was hard under his robes and he was panting.
"Probably exactly what you think I'm doing," Harry replied coldly, chuckling. He ran a single finger over the top of one of Draco's shiny black shoes.
"You'll never get away with it," Draco hissed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Like you said, Perfect Potter, remember? Who will they believe?"
"You wouldn't," Draco challenged.
Harry raised an eyebrow in answer and suddenly grabbed Draco's cock without warning. "Oh, wouldn't I?" he said.
Draco shuddered and moaned.
Harry snorted and threw Draco's robe open, one hand still on his cock. "Perhaps you're enjoying this too much," he said. "And I can't have that, can I?"
Draco's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?" he asked, nearly a whisper.
"I'm not going to tell you," Harry said scathingly. "I'd much rather watch you squirm and wait."
Draco arched into Harry's hand, trembling under his touch.
Harry licked his lips and undid the fastener on Draco's trousers, watching the blond's face with a hungry look in his eye.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped, watching Harry and wondering what he would do next.
Harry smirked and trailed his hand down Draco's leg until he reached his shoe again. He pulled it off and then the other, dropping them to the floor with a loud thump.
Draco's heart was beating so hard he wouldn't be surprised if Harry could hear it.
Harry tugged on Draco's trousers from the bottom, sliding them off his long legs. He moved back up and fingered the material of Draco's silk boxer shorts, eyes on the tent. "Yes, enjoying this far too much," he said.
Draco didn't say anything now, unsure what he would have said then. He arched up, the pressure of his erection against the silk already bordering on painful.
Harry tugged the shorts off too, letting Draco's cock spring free. He nearly groaned at the sight, but kept quiet.
Draco licked his lips, eyes wide as he watched Harry. "What are you going to do?" he whispered.
"I'm going to make you admit what you did," Harry answered, voice low and almost hoarse. He reached into his pocket a second time, bringing out the metal cock ring and swallowing thickly as he looked from it to Draco's erection.
"Merde'," Draco cursed, recognising it.
Harry licked his lips again and muttered an Engorging Charm, as he thought it would be rather difficult to get the ring onto Draco, with his cock as obviously hard as it was. Panting only the slightest bit through his nose, Harry slipped the cock ring over Draco's shaft and balls, making sure it was situated where he wanted it, before shrinking it again. It was snug, but not too snug.
Draco groaned, lifting his hips into the touch of Harry's hand and magic.
Harry's own cock was achingly hard now. He took his hands away from Draco, beginning to remove his own clothes as teasingly as he could, knowing how frustrating it would be to watch.
Draco gritted his teeth, determined not to whimper at the sight of Harry stripping out of his school uniform.
Harry's face was carefree and cocky, as if he didn't care at all that Draco was cuffed to a bed with his cock as hard as he'd ever saw it. He dropped his robe to the floor and then pulled his vest off before slowly working at his buttons, revealing his skin inch by inch.
Draco licked his lips, unable to move or take his eyes off his beautiful lover.
Once free of his shirt, Harry stood there for a moment. He didn't let the uncertainty show on his face, but he was uncertain about what he was wearing beneath his trousers. It had seemed like a good idea while getting dressed, but now he wasn't so sure. He'd wanted to use every single gift Fred and George had given him, but the last thing he wanted was to make Draco laugh. He hoped he didn't look like a complete idiot. He toed out of his shoes and slowly reached for the fasteners on his trousers.
Draco moaned again, impatient for Harry to do more.
Keeping eyes on what he was doing, but probably taking more time than was needed, Harry finally got the trousers undone and let them drop to the floor. He stood there in the black thong with his cock hard, trying not to bite his lip or blush, but look defiant and still careless.
Draco's cock twitched and he arched up, feeling like he would die if Harry didn't touch him soon. He was so gorgeous. His eyes took in the look of him naked, his cock stretching the fabric of the thong, and revealing the lines of his hip bones. He could imagine how nice the thong probably accented his arse, too.
Relieved from Draco's reaction, Harry climbed onto the bed, situated on hands and knees over Draco again. He let their cocks touch through the fabric of the thong. "Ready to give in yet?" he said, really hoping Draco wasn't ready.
"Never," Draco said defiantly.
Harry shook his head. "We'll see about that," he said, removing the rest of Draco's clothes magically.
Draco groaned, his cock twitching hard and his body trembling as Harry's magic swept his robes away.
Harry moved so that he wasn't over Draco anymore, but sitting on his knees beside him. He Summoned the potion bottle from his robes on the floor and slowly unscrewed the cap, one side of his mouth quirked upward.
Draco's eyes widened, wondering what Harry would do with the potion.
Harry dipped only his fingertips into the potion and then rubbed it into Draco's nearest nipple, doing the same to the other one and watching his face as he did.
Draco gasped, his nipples feeling the shock of the sensitising potion. "Potter!" he yelled.
"Yes?" Harry said with a smirk, his fingertips tingling with strange pleasure.
"Do whatever it is you are going to do!" Draco snapped, still playing the part but wanting to beg for more.
Harry snorted. "You're not the one who decides anything here," he said, twisting Draco's nipples mercilessly.
Draco cried out, twisting away from him and shuddering at the intense sensation.
Harry stopped and pulled his hands away completely. He stared down at Draco, marvelling at his own self control. He didn't know how he wasn't already fucking this beautiful man. "I want you to suck my cock," he said, looking at Draco's mouth.
Draco couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily, but responded in his trademark sneer. "In your dreams, Potter," he quipped.
"Don't you mean in yours?" Harry said with a laugh. "I said I want you to do it, so you don't have much choice in the matter."
Draco tried to look defiant but his mouth was watering, eyes straying to the bulging thong.
Harry sat straighter on his knees and moved so that both his legs were on either side of Draco and the man could easily suck his cock. He rubbed his erection through the thong, groaning quietly.
The smell and feel of Harry so close made Draco want to weep with frustration. He watched as Harry touched himself, licking his lips and swallowing.
Unable to take any more, Harry moved the cloth covering his erection aside and grasped the shaft in his hand, running the head across Draco's lips.
Draco gasped, his mouth opening at the feel of that soft slick head against his lips.
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, that's it," he said, watching.
Draco's eyes fluttered closed and his tongue slid out, licking that silky crown.
Harry gasped this time, pressing forward slowly. "You like it, don't you?" he said. "My cock's the best you've ever tasted, isn't it?"
"Mmm," Draco hummed as Harry's cock slid past his lips.
"Fucking right," Harry growled, hissing through his teeth and trying to keep from completely fucking Draco's mouth, but he slid further inside.
Draco sucked and licked Harry's cock, always loving the taste and thickness of him.
Harry spread his legs wider and closed his eyes, letting Draco suck him off, but when he felt himself getting closer, he pulled back and away. "Oh, no," he panted. "It's not over that easy."