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Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry didn't know what time it was.

But his arse was starting to go numb, his wrist was aching from the chaffing handcuff, and he was oddly sweltering and cold. He shifted against the wall, his legs uncrossing from out in front of him, the metal chain clanking as he jostled their joined hands. He opened his mouth, peaked over at the boy currently in the same position as him, and clamped his lips shut on a sigh again.

Malfoy was staring unseeingly at the wall opposite them, his head tilted back against the old stone, his mouth drawn in the smallest downward curve that was only disrupted in small moments whenever he lifted the bottle of beer that tasted like piss - at least in Harry's opinion - to his full pink lips and took a long, thoughtful sip.

It was odd that people could sip thoughtfully like that. Harry had a feeling he would end up choking himself and coughing his lungs up if he tried to copy the way Malfoy's throat swallowed, how his eyes slipped shut for a brief second, how he would sigh lowly through his nose as his hand dropped the bottle back down to be held loosely against his thigh.

Pansy laughed loudly, the sound jolting Harry violently as he pried his eyes away, staring down at his lap once more. He really needed to stop watching Malfoy taking his ordered number of drinks, needed to keep his eyes adverted no matter how fascinating watching his bloody throat was.

It was beyond annoying that he was having a ridiculously hard time keeping to that one little rule of his.

"Categories!" Someone one - Anthony maybe - shouted and Harry inwardly groaned. He was fucking terrible at this damn game. Though really who could blame him given his current circumstances? "Alright let’s see...sex. Words meaning sex."

"Oh real original." Padma huffed.

"Shocker there." Parvati added with a grumble.

"I'll start!" Seamus volunteered, Harry glancing up at him as the sandy haired boy grinned lewdly around the circle. "Sink the sausage." He wiggled his eyebrows as the girls let out a unanimous disgusted groan.

"The beast with two backs." Zabini added from his spot lounging next to Seamus, every line of his body relaxed as he glanced towards the girl sitting next to him that Harry couldn't recall the name of.

"Doing it." The nameless girl, oh so cleverly, piped in.

"Coitus." Padma smiled as Anthony snickered.

"Making love." Parvati slid her gaze for a brief second towards a boy who Harry was pretty sure was a Hufflepuff...possibly...

Actually now that he thought about it, Harry was beginning to realize that the more he drank the less people he remembered, their faces blurring before him. But Malfoy's body seemed to be getting steadily warmer next to him, Seamus was getting increasingly louder, and Pansy's smirks kept growing as Zabini winked at him...multiple times.

"Fucking." Justin added shyly, his cheeks pinking like they typically did every time the conversation veered towards themes of a sexual nature.

Pansy rolled her eyes at the boy before very purposely flicking her gaze to Harry. "Play on all fours." She smirked and Harry shifted uneasily, Malfoy's fingers brushing his and making those damn flutters erupt inside him, the feeling even more intense as her words penetrated his brain.

All fours...pushing back, his head pressing to the floor, cold fingers gripping his hips, keeping him up and pushing him forward at the same time...

He was pretty sure he had dreamt of that before - of how carpet might feel against his knees, how his arms would shake like they did after hours seeking the snitch, how he would feel puffs of breath over his back and maybe on his cheek...he gulped and took a sip of the foul beer.

"Hanky Panky." Someone else continued on with the game, completely oblivious to Harry's inner break down as he tried to remind himself that he had it backwards - that in said scenario he would be the one on top. Except no matter how many times he told himself so he couldn't right the mental images, couldn't get the thought out of his head, couldn't stop wondering what it might feel like to be pressed beneath a hard body...

"Bump and grind."

"Roast the broomstick." Susan muttered with a giggle.

"Shagging." Daphne said with a smile that seemed to drip with sex, her fingers combing back her hair as she shifted in her spot - Harry's eyes narrowing minutely as the move brought her a half an inch closer to Malfoy on his other side.

Daphne Greengrass was a slut, of that much Harry was sure, and it had only taken him ten minutes after joining the blasted drinking game to realize it. The girl had practically climbed onto Malfoy's lap somewhere around the time that Harry had started to feel a bit lightheaded and proceeded to snog him messily like an inexperienced whore when whatever card she had drawn had deemed it okay for her to do so. She had left her atrocious pink lipstick all over his mouth - which took Malfoy forever to wipe off with the edge of his thumb, Harry's fingers and perhaps even his lips itching to do it for him. Not to mention her hands had destroyed the boy’s starling blond hair that he had finally managed to get back under control from when Harry had had a go at it. Then she had smirked and sat back with a haughty superiority after dislodging from his lap - like she had just won some great prize and Malfoy was now hers for the rest of her damn life.

"Rodger." Malfoy said, his voice low and silky smooth, drawling in perfect Malfoy fashion - the lone word stopping any and all violent ponderings of how much Harry hated the nasty slapper that was sitting pretty in complete oblivion.

Rodger. Merlin why did it sound so nasty coming from Malfoy's tongue? It wasn't by any means the crassest of all the words thrown about and yet Harry felt like he had just been tossed into the gutter - one so deep that he was sure he wouldn't ever find his way out. His mind was unhelpfully twisting their environment, putting him back on his hands and knees, sweat tickling his forehead, his cock achingly rigid, Malfoy bending over his back, drawling in his ear as his hand ran up Harry's bare thigh...

"Harry?"

"Mhmm?" Harry jolted, sloshing his beer and going beet red in the span of two seconds. Oh god something was severely wrong with him. He had had only one rather horrid experience going to second base with Ginny and now...now he was fantasizing about Malfoy and he wasn't even asleep. It had to be all the alcohol...and whatever damn cologne Malfoy was wearing. It was just his luck that the git smelled way too good, the enticing scent warping his brain functions and making him think inappropriate things.

"It's your turn, you've got five seconds or you lose mate." Seamus said slowly, his head cocking, his sharp gaze running over Harry's flushed face.

"Wha - oh...ummm...r-ride?" He stuttered out, wishing fervently for the hundredth time that he had his shirt because he was near positive that his flush was visible for all to see on his naked chest. He pressed the bottle to his lips and gulped down the beer in quick swallows in an attempt to alleviate his misery as the game continued on around him. He slumped against the wall, wallowing in his own rapidly beating heart as he tried and failed to ignore the body next to him - Hannah accidentally repeating a word already said and ending the round with a laugh that rippled through the circle.

Ramilda picked a two of Hearts from the circle of cards and Terry had to take a drink.

Dean picked an Ace of Spades and they all had to guzzle their drinks until the person to their left stopped.

And so on and so on, Harry going through the motions like a zombie from one of those old horror flicks that Dudley used to watch. He felt slow and dumb and his cheeks wouldn't stop burning and his stomach wouldn't stop twisting and his head wouldn't stop making him relive those moments in the cupboard. Malfoy had infected him with an unknown virus that was spreading through his body at an alarming rate and turning him into something he wasn't.

Or maybe he was. Maybe he just hadn't let himself think about it, because surely there were much more important things to waste his time on right? Like protecting his friends and killing Voldemort. Like surviving school and the press and the Minister and passing his NEWTS. Malfoy didn't belong on the list of things he should spend his time on. He groaned inwardly as he took a drink - Merlin but the boy was rapidly filling up his every thought and he was fairly certain that this revelation would only make Hermione add an entirely new column on the Harry's fucked up chart.

She would probably make it a sickly purple and label it horribly to, something like - Harry’s completely inappropriate, and will only end in complete misery, sexual fixation on a Death Eater's son.

Harry didn't realize that he was staring at Malfoy from the corner of his eye again until the pale boy reached forward and slipped free an eight of Diamonds from the circle. The number pricked something in Harry's memory but he utterly failed to remember what as Malfoy stared down at it silently - the edge bending under his thumb.

"He pulled an eight." Daphne's high pitched voice announced to the circle after leaning much closer than necessary to Malfoy's side in order to see.

Harry really wished it wasn't completely against his ethical code to punch girls.

"What was the rule for it again?" Nott asked, sipping his beer and flicking his card from his last turn between his fingers.

"Eight is for straight." Justin answered, several pairs of eyes turning to him in question when he didn't elaborate. "Seriously? Tequila...body shot remember?"

"Of course." Pansy grinned.

"Wait, does he get to pick?" Parvati asked, glancing over Justin's knee and down at the piece of parchment that the boy had written the rules out on several hours ago before he and Malfoy had even made their way over and joined the circle - back when they had been just standing uneasily beside each other, Malfoy refusing to say how to solve their problem and Harry refusing to ask.

"No, it's...to his right or left?" Zabini pondered out loud, glancing at Seamus who was starting to lean rather heavily towards the chocolate skinned Slytherin, his eyes blinking heavily and mouth smiling sloppily back.

Seamus lunged across the circle, grabbed the piece of parchment and scanned down the messily scrawled rules. "Left, it's to his left."

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked in a voice full of apprehension as Harry simultaneously tried to remember what a body shot was and recall if Malfoy was chained to his left or right hand. He frowned at his sluggish, drink slowed thoughts, his fingers curling like he was holding an invisible quill as he pretended to write in the air as discreetly as he could - the chain clinking as he accidentally jerked Malfoy's wrist in the process and...oh.

Harry's cheeks flushed bright, his insides stirring with a quacking fire that was drying out his mouth again, a buzzing rising in his ears that cancelled out all the chatter going on around him.

He was on Malfoy's right, the little thought getting lodged in the forefront of Harry's mind and refusing to move even as everyone turned to look at him. "Erm...what?" He shifted uncomfortably as he very purposely kept from looking over at the boy sitting right next to him - the card bending at a sharp angle between the blonds fingers now.

"Might want to lick your wrist Potter." Zabini smirked, Harry's brow furrowing, his mouth opening in question seconds before Seamus was shoving a cut lime wedge into his hand and a full shot glass at Malfoy.

"Wha?" His gaze darted between the tart fruit and the shot of tequila, frantically trying to remember what the two things had to do with each other and just what the hell they were supposed to do now.

Seamus laughed, Pansy snickered, and Harry was pretty sure that the mocking noise was making its way around the circle as he just kept starting dumbly at the two things. He really needed to learn to pay better attention to rules in general it seemed because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember how to do a body shot or just what his role in the whole thing was other than holding a damn lime wedge.

And licking his wrist apparently.

"No, it's his neck." Pansy corrected, leaning back against the pillows mounted behind her with that evil glint back in her dark eyes.

"What?" Harry repeated stupidly - what was his neck?

"Oh for fucks sake." Malfoy hissed, grabbing the lime from him and then promptly catching him around the waist when the sudden movement almost had Harry tipping back and banging his head against the wall - the movement pressing them nearly chest to chest and stealing all of Harry's air that he felt like he desperately needed in order to get his mind working again. "Just...sit still and open your mouth." He commanded, his gray eyes skirting Harry's as he silently obeyed, his mouth falling open more out of puzzlement and alcohol induced inhibitions than anything else.

That and the way Malfoy said it had made something hot stir in his belly and made him nearly fall back over just to see if Malfoy would move to catch him again with those lighting fast reflexes.

What he wasn't expecting was for Malfoy to stuff the peel side of the lime into his mouth and tell him to hold it there before grabbing his chin and forcing his head to the side. Harry breathed out loudly through his nose as he stared at the wall, his body tingling all the way down to his toes as he felt Malfoy's hot breath on the sensitive skin of his neck. He was suddenly grateful that his mouth was occupied and that no one could clearly see his face as his eyelashes fluttered closed and a moan rose up in inside him.

Fuck but since when did getting breathed on feel so damn good?

Malfoy's breath tickled and sent his heart racing and then the other boy's tongue was pressing against the skin right above his collar - the appendage wet and scorching hot, licking a burning stripe up the side of his neck. And that was even better than the breathing. He felt hyper aware and over sensitized and all he could do was desperately hope that Malfoy wanted to lick and lick and lick him until his world zeroed out and became nothing but the blonds mouth on him.

He huffed out a stifled whimper when Malfoy pulled back, his skin tingling under the wet trail, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he told himself to calm down, his breath hitching once more when he felt something sprinkle over his moist skin.

Was it too much to hope that Malfoy was planning on turning Harry into his own personal lollipop?

He felt like he was going to burst, praying that everyone couldn't hear his pulse pounding or see his chest heaving against silent pants as he waited - Malfoy's hand dropping from his chin to curl around the back of his head, his fingers threading through Harry's hair and tugging just enough for the tension to jolt through him in a wave of pleasure. He kept his eyes shut tight, nearly choking on the damn lime when Malfoy's tongue started running back along his neck - licking up whatever he had sprinkled there moments before. Then his head was hitting the wall as the blond rose up a little, pressing him back and angling Harry's chin once more before there were suddenly lips on his.

Teeth scraped his bottom lip before sinking into the fibers of the lime, the tart juice trickling over his tongue and mingling with the taste of tequila that was strong on Malfoy's tongue. He groaned and tipped his head back further, pressing harshly into the wall as he tried to kiss those plump lips that were sucking the lime free from Harry's mouth, the Slytherin pulling away before Harry could even fully wrap his mind around what had just happened.

He felt completely breathless, an ache that was starting in the pit of his stomach and spreading out through every inch of him, keeping him still against the wall in his blindness as he tried to suck in air that didn't want to fill him. He felt hungry, like he had just tasted the sweetest meal of his life and then had it ripped so unkindly from him. Malfoy's bound hand was covering his on the hard floor and Harry desperately tried to remind himself that they weren't alone, that he couldn't reach forward, grab the ruined sides of Malfoy's shirt and haul him back against him. He couldn't beg Malfoy to kiss him again, he couldn't lift his hand and touch his tingling lips or lick them to savor the blond’s presence.

He shouldn't even want to. But that seemed pointless now because who was he kidding? Malfoy had always drawn his eye, the boy had been wiggling his way into his dreams for the last several months and now that Harry let himself think on it, it was as plain as day that it was the other boy that made Harry's pulse race and his tongue get thick and more often than not woke him up in a sticky mess. Harry was rather innocent sexually for a seventeen year old boy but his dreams hadn't had any trouble weaving ideas and painting heart pounding images of what Malfoy could do to him...what he wanted Malfoy to do to him. Merlin this was a long time coming wasn't it? At least he now had a reason he could give Ron as to why he ended it with Ginny and pushed Lavender away. It was all rather simple really. He was doomed and aching for another boy. For Malfoy of all people. Merlin Ron was going to be furious.

As he willed his heart to slow in his chest Harry figured that the panic attack would hit anytime now, that the doubt and adamant refusal would come gushing forward any moment. Because to want Malfoy would mean that he was gay and being gay wasn't really something Harry had the time to deal with right then.

"I think you broke him." Someone snickered and Harry silently agreed.

Malfoy had broken him, he'd bent Harry into a poof and Harry couldn't be arsed enough to care - he might as well start making up those violent purple labels for Hermione now.

TBC
A/N: Aw now why is it that in every fic I write chapter three ends up being the transitional type one? Mhmm, hope you like it despite the shortness and lack of sexiness – I can promise that the next three chapters are MUCH longer and that we’ll get to see exactly what they have to do to remove their handcuffs next chapter. Thank you so much for reading and your kind reviews and ratings – they make my heart sing!
Sara101: Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re liking it so much despite my damn cliffhangers (I just may be addicted to them don’t you think?)
Severus1snape: No Draco and Seamus weren’t together in the past – you’ll figure out what’s going on with him and why Draco’s so pissed at him next chapter.
YouAreACruelHumanBeing (Aka Foxy): Oh gosh your review made me so happy! I’m so glad you enjoying this so much and I do hate to break it to you but I’ll only be updating once a week – on Tuesdays to be precise – but you have no idea how unbelievably happy it makes me to know there is someone out there checking up on my story like that! I can also promise that it won’t be abandoned – I have it all written and is undergoing editing. Sorry for the lack of sexiness (Again, not even a proper kiss, I know!) and no this isn’t a creature fic BUT I can say that we will find out just what Seamus and Zabini and Pansy are up to as well as what they have to do to remove the handcuffs next chapter. As for Malfoy’s behavior…well let’s say he’s less than happy about some things and rather pissed about some others ;) Thank you so much once again for your amazing review and I hope you keep enjoying this (despite this short installment).
VoxFuriae: Thank you lovely! It makes me happy that you’re so interested in the Seamus/Slytherin aspect of this story because while the plot line is very simple and isn’t all too original (House Parties have been done to death) I apparently can’t write anything without a hint of mystery. Part of me feels like this fic is a bit of a guilty pleasure for me, a break from my heavy stories that I tend to love, but I hope it still has depth and is entertaining. Mysteries shall be revealed next chapter as well as some Harry/Draco sexiness so hopefully you’ll be satisfied on both accounts :)
B: So…thank you, I think? I’m assuming you’re yelling at me to update quicker (unfortunately bad news, I only update once a week, every Tuesdays on the button, real life gets in the way of posting any faster). But I’m hoping your enthusiasm means you’re really enjoying this? Yes? Well that is how I shall take it, so hope you enjoyed this latest chapter.
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