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The Bargain	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Bargain
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Note: I don't know who Draco's wife is, and I don't really care. She's, technically, unimportant in this story and therefore doesn't have a name.

The Bargain
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Draco Malfoy walked into the living room, immediately

moving towards the bar, and pouring himself a glass of

Firewhiskey.

"Merlin, that was unbearably awful," he said

distastefully, frowning in his glass and then downing it in

a single swallow.

"Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little?" his

wife asked him with amusement.

He gave her a dark look. "Exaggerating?" he asked,

feeling angrier by the second. "You were all over Potter!

Of all people. Hugging him and kissing his cheek. You

touched him. That's just disgusting," he said

with feeling.

She took off her cloak and unclasped her long blond hair,

sighing in relief as she did so. "That was necessary. I had

my reasons," she assured him distractedly, taking out a

soft handkerchief from the pocket of her cloak, holding it

rather carefully.

"Like what?" he said scathingly. "Making me jealous?"

She looked at him with an odd glint in her eyes. "That's

just an unexpected bonus, I assure you." She unfolded

the handkerchief and carefully took a single dark hair in

her hand. "I was getting this, actually," she said with a

smirk.

His expression turned eager, but then he sobered and

waved her off, pouring himself another drink. "Forget it.

I'm not doing anything illegal, especially against The Boy

Who Is Still Alive. I'm not an idiot."

His wife rolled her eyes. "Oh, Draco. I was thinking of

using this for something far more entertaining," she

purred, coming closer. "I'm sure you can figure it out,"

she whispered seductively.

Draco nearly coughed out his entire drink. "You want me

to ...?" he asked disbelievingly, looking both angry and

hurt.

"No," she soothed him quickly. "I thought I'll

take the Polyjuice."

Draco's mind froze. Surely, he was having some strange

dream, because it was simply impossible that his wife

just offered to Polyjuice into Harry � fucking �

Potter. Merlin, fucking Potter. Draco shook his

head. No, no, this was much too ridiculous. Granted, they

did this all the time, Polyjuiced into other people they

found attractive for each other's pleasure; male, female it

didn't really matter � he still couldn't stop laughing at

the muggle idea of role-playing. Silly muggles. However,

this was different. This was Potter. He didn't want Potter.

At all. Not even a little. He didn't want to touch the

four-eyed git. Ew. He immediately told his wife that.

"Ew," he declared forcefully. "Unless you're up for �

what's the Polyjuice's duration these days? � ah, three

hours of pure pain and no pleasure." He snorted in a very

un-Malfoy-like manner.

His wife seemed to quiver at his words, her breasts

heaving, and colour rising to her cheeks. "What if that's

exactly what I want?" she asked breathlessly.

Draco slowly drank up his second drink and took a deep

breath. "Oh." He tried to force his mind to think. That his

wife enjoyed some pain during their games was no

surprise, though she was usually very vocal about when,

where, and how. Spoil sport, he thought fondly.

But, still � this was Potter. Hmm, Potter, at his beck and

call. It could be interesting. "I suppose I could slap

Potter around a bit," he mused aloud.

"Of course you could!" She was practically bouncing with

excitement, and Draco knew this discussion was over.

"No rules. You can do what ever you want," she declared

emphatically.

Draco's eyes widened. "Are you sure?" he asked

seriously. "Because I hate Potter a lot ..."

"Oh never mind that. I said no rules," she answered

happily, but then sobered up quickly. "Well, no

unforgivables."

He gave her a half-glare. "You're a silly wife," he told her,

shaking his head � as though he would ever go that far.

Well, he was pretty sure he could cast them on

Potter, but not his wife.

"I'll go get ready," she exclaimed with a brilliant smile on

her face and moved towards the staircase. "Come

upstairs after fifteen minutes. Not sooner!"

"Get ready?" He frowned at her. "You just have to put

the hair in and drink it."

"Do you really want to see Potter in this?" She pointed at

her silky red dress.

Draco laughed. "Well, it would be entertaining ... Wait, no,

no. I'd be scarred for life. Go! Change!" he said quickly,

shaking off some disturbing mental images.

He took off his cloak and poured himself another glass of

Firewhiskey, but then decided no to drink it. He amused

himself with possibilities of what he could do to 'Potter'.

His wife was desperate for something wild, that much

was obvious, though it was incredibly odd for her not to

give him precise rules, but free hands.

After exactly fifteen minutes, he ran upstairs to their

bedroom, and paused in front of the door to take a deep

breath. He felt a little giddy, all due to too much

Firewhiskey, no doubt.

He opened the door and walked in, his gaze immediately

falling on the figure standing at the foot of the large

four-poster bed.

Shocked for a moment, even though he knew what he'd

find, but it was fucking Potter. Draco swallowed

and forced himself to move a little closer, but not too

close. The door snapped shut behind him.

It was definitely Potter, looking just like he did today

when he last saw him, except ...

"You're wearing Hogwarts robes," Draco managed to say

disbelievingly.

"I thought you might find it more interesting," his wife said

with Potter's voice.

"I can believe you even have Potter's stupid glasses,"

Draco said, honestly bewildered.

"Mmm, an exact replica," Potter replied with amusement.

"I'm rather surprised you recognise them."

"They're the ugliest thing I ever saw. Of course I

recognise them," he bit out defensively, and then came a

little closer. "I'm taller," he said proudly.

"Barely an inch," Potter complained.

"Did I give you permission to speak, Potter?" he hissed,

nearly overwhelmed with the feeling of power when

Potter actually pressed his lips together and shut up.

He came as close as he could, without stepping on Potter's shoes and peered in Potter's face, carefully examining it.

What an ugly bastard.

Well, his lips weren't bad, full and just the right colour,

not girly red, but still ... nice. Though, Draco was not going

to kiss Potter. As if. Pretty lips or not.

His hair was awful. It was everywhere, falling all over his

head, in his eyes � Sweet Merlin, are those

green! � and over his scar.

Oh wow, Draco swallowed. The famous scar was right

there. Entranced, Draco reached out with one pale finger

and touched it. Potter tensed as Draco trailed his finger

over it.

"How does that feel?" he asked curiously.

"Nice," was the somewhat shaky answered, and Draco

privately commended his wife for superb acting abilities.

Potter really looked nervous, and ... Potterish.

Draco pulled his hand away quickly, realising he was

caressing the bastard.

"I hate that tie," he said and pulled on it harshly making

Potter stumble forward a little. Heh. "Take it

off!" he ordered and Potter started to undo it

immediately. "The stupid robe too. It has a Gryffindor

crest on it. It's vomit inducing."

Amazed, he watched as Potter obeyed his every word.

This sudden power was making him dizzy and really hard.

Oh Merlin, he could make Potter ... Draco

swallowed and mourned the full glass of Firewhiskey in

the living room. He should have drunk it. He needed it.

Potter was standing in front of him in his pants �

much too tight, that wasn't how they wore them in

school � and shirt � too tight and transparent,

honestly, he could see his nipples!

Draco tore his gaze from Potter's nipples and looked at

his face, smirking. "On your knees, Potter." Oh Merlin, he

could come just from this � ordering Potter around � and

Potter obeyed without as much as a blink. He dropped

down and knelt in front of Draco Malfoy. Draco laughed,

happy and aroused. "That's where you belong, Potter,"

he said with conviction.

Potter didn't say a word, but he was breathing heavily.

"Oh you like that, don't you? Kneeling before me like a

little slut," Draco purred. "Say it!" he ordered.

"I like it," Potter said in a scratchy voice.

Draco bit his lip and grinned. "What do you like, Potter?"

he asked, grabbing Potter's chin � forgetting again that

he didn't want to touch Potter � and lifted his head so

Potter would look at him.

Green gaze locked with his, and Potter said, "I like

kneeling before you ... like a slut," he acknowledged

obediently.

Suddenly realising that he was touching Potter's oddly

soft skin, which made his thumb trail slow circles

on it � Draco felt his anger rise. Bloody Potter. Having

perfect skin. That was a Malfoy trait. He raised his hand

and slapped the perfect-skinned bastard. Hard. His open

palm connected satisfyingly with Potter's cheek, and

Potter clenched his jaw and shut his eyes for a moment,

but didn't make a sound. Still, there was now a red

imprint of Draco's hand on Potter's face and that made

Draco feel much better.

Something flickered in Potter's eyes and Draco almost

laughed. "Oh you like that too!" he said as he slapped his

other cheek even harder with the back of his hand, and

this time Potter did yelp, his breath hitching and his head

swinging to the side from the force of the impact. "Now

you look so much better," Draco said honestly, enjoying

the red marks on Potter's face. "Now you can have the

immense privilege of sucking a Malfoy cock," he declared

and Potter shuddered.

Draco put his hand on Potter's head and ran his fingers

through that awful hair � surprisingly soft though, quite

pleasant actually. He pushed on the back of Potter's head

and buried Potter's face in his groin. "Oh you're going to

like that," he said, rubbing himself through his clothes

into Potter's abused face. "Won't you?" he said harshly,

pulling Potter's hair, and making him look up at Draco

again.

"Yes, I'll love sucking your cock," Potter said compliantly

and by the looks of it, honestly.

"Fast learner," Draco praised, and then quickly opened

his pants and pushed them down together with his

boxers, revealing his perfect, Malfoy cock, in his humble,

impartial opinion.

Potter licked his lips and seemed to agree, staring

indecently at Draco's cock bobbing right in front of his

face.

"Well?" Draco prompted, his whole body on edge, and

added, "No hands," when Potter moved his arm towards

Draco.

Potter swallowed and stuck out his tongue, licking the

head of the cock, lifting his gaze upwards.

Lost for words, not remembering the last time he felt so

aroused, Draco buried his hands in Potter's silky mane.

"Go on," he prompted unnecessarily, because Potter was

lapping on his cock like his life depended on it, flicking

his tongue expertly, and then slowly pulled it inside his

mouth a little, sucking and slurping, making the most

indecent sounds.

Horrified, Draco heard himself whimper and angered, he

pushed himself forcefully in Potter's warm, perfect

mouth. Oh Merlin! Potter chocked and gasped,

swallowing desperately. Draco pushed hard, burying

Potter's nose in his pubic hair, feeling Potter's stupid

glasses on the skin above.

Potter was making all kinds of sounds now. He was

groaning and whimpering while he struggled to breathe,

but eventually it turned into moaning and Draco felt the

most beautiful suction that was slowly increasing in

intensity.

Draco pulled out a little and holding Potter firmly in place

with both hands, slammed cruelly in Potter's mouth

again. Potter was more ready this time, but he still

yelped or he would have if he was able, but Draco kept

fucking his mouth forcefully, squishing Potter's nose, as

he slammed hard, making Potter's glasses go askew. Potter

struggled to keep up, groaning and swallowing with each

thrust, but he had no choice than to allow his mouth to be

used for Draco's pleasure.

Draco felt his orgasm rush forward much too soon and he

took one moment to admire those perfect lips around his

cock, and green eyes that looked at him suddenly, and

with a groan he spilled himself down Potter's throat,

making him swallow everything.

Potter moaned, the slut, and kept licking and

sucking until Draco pulled him by the hair and stopped

him.

"Not bad," Draco praised shakily, pulling his pants up, barely standing. "Get up, and take your clothes off," he

ordered, grinning at the prominent bulge in Potter's

pants.

Potter unbuttoned his shirt with shaky fingers and took it

off to reveal ... Bloody Potter, Draco thought with

a touch of envy at Potter's chiselled chest.

Potter took off his shoes and socks, and then fumbled

with his pants, finally pulling them off, glancing at Draco.

"Go on," Draco prompted automatically, and Potter's

boxers followed the pants immediately.

It figures, Draco pouted a little, that Potter

would have such a perfect cock. Idiot. Looking at

Potter's face and seeing Potter's lips twitch, Draco

realized he was caught staring. Oh, he thought this was funny, did he?

"Get on the bed on all fours, face down, arse in the air."

Potter's breath hitched a little and the bastard actually

looked hopeful. He turned without a word and got on the

bed, settling himself in the required position.

Draco's cock twitched bravely at the view of Potter's

well-formed buttocks. "S-spread your legs." Oh fuck,

did he actually stutter?

Potter obeyed, exposing himself unashamedly and Draco

was seized with a mad desire to shove his cock into

Potter's pink entrance. But, no, he would not fuck

Potter. He pointed his wand at Potter's anus, and

muttered the Lubrication Charm. Potter gasped and

circled his hips a little, wriggling his arse. The slut.

"Stretch yourself with your fingers," Draco ordered,

feeling himself harden at his own words. There was a

pregnant pause and Draco thought that Potter would disobey ... which would be fine with Draco, because then

he would have to punish him. But, soon enough, Potter

reached with his hand between his legs and slowly

pushed a finger inside himself.

Draco felt a sudden urge to whimper, and the heat in the

room became unbearable. He took off his clothes not

moving his gaze from Potter's hand. Potter moved his

fingers expertly, the filthy whore, adding a

second finger quickly, and moaning as he worked his

arse, impaling himself on his own hand, and groaning in

both pain and pleasure as he shoved three fingers inside.

"That's the hottest think I saw in my life." Did I say

that aloud? "Stop!"

Potter stopped immediately and moved his hand away so

he was resting on his elbows again. His head was buried

in the sheets, and his opening was well-stretched and

wet just waiting for Draco to ... No, no, no. He would

not fuck Potter.

Draco walked towards the night-cabinet next to the bed

and took out the biggest dildo from his wife's collection.

Potter looked at him with wide eyes, but he wasn't

looking at the dildo, but at Draco's naked form. Draco

shook his head in slight disbelief. His wife was a really

good actress, to pull out such an honest look of surprise at

seeing him naked.

"Want me to fuck you, Potter?" Draco smirked.

"Yes." Potter gulped, looking at the dildo with some

distaste.

"Maybe if you'll be a good boy," Draco considered.

Potter shuddered and bit his lip, clenching his fists, and

shifting restlessly on the bed. Draco got a little closer and

whispered, "Come before I allow you and you'll find out

just how nasty I can get. You won't be able to sit for

weeks and no healing charm will help you."

Potter quivered and nodded quickly, gripping the sheets more firmly. Draco levitated the dildo towards Potter's arse, and

placed the tip to his entrance, making him shudder. Draco

controlled the thing with his wand, first slicking it with

another spell, and then rubbing it along Potter's cleft.

Potter moaned and moved with the dildo trying to get it

inside himself.

Draco complied with that, placing the dildo carefully and

pushing in slowly, while Potter wriggled his arse

helpfully, taking it in with a moan. He's enjoying this

too much, Draco concluded, before he made the

dildo slam inside with a single hard thrust.

Potter howled and cursed, lifting his head and curving his

spine, but Draco felt no need to give him respite. He

moved his wand and the dildo started to thrust ruthlessly

inside Potter's arse.

Potter was groaning and yelping and whimpering, but

eventually ended up taking each thrust with a small

Oh! and a helpful jerk of his hips.

Draco's cock was throbbing in almost pain and he felt

sweat break out all over his body. This was just ...

"Engorgio!" Draco yelled at the dildo and then

made it go faster in addition of making it bigger. Instead

of crying out in pain, the bastard gave a long moan and

started shuddering, the little Oh-sounds

speeding up with the dildo, and damn it all, Draco

couldn't take this anymore.

The dildo flew to the other end of the room and with a

growl, Draco was on the bed in an instant, and entered

Potter in one smooth stroke.

"Oh!" came out of Draco's mouth and for a few

moments, he was shell-shocked at the perfect feeling of

Potter's warmth around him. Potter made a sound as

though of relief, and started to move immediately,

impaling himself and making Draco forget every

conscious thought.

Potter's shuddering moan of pleasure brought him to

reality and suddenly he realized that he was letting Potter

set the pace. Annoyed, he pulled out, ignoring the awful

feeling of loss, as well as Potter's incoherent protests,

and ordered, "Turn over. On your back."

Potter obeyed slowly, moving with difficulty and trying to

place his legs somewhere, which was hard with Draco in

the way. Draco solved the problem by grabbing Potter's

arse and placing it firmly in his lap. Oh, that was

much better. He'd show Potter whose game was this.

Potter was having some difficulties with breathing and

green eyes burned with need. His cock, if possible, was

even bigger and leaking pre-cum.

Draco grabbed himself with one hand and spread Potter's

arse cheeks with the other, and then shoved inside

slowly, enjoying the feeling, and Potter's groan � Merlin, he sounded like he was dying.

Draco held Potter's arse and moved unhurriedly, taking

the time to enjoy in every thrust. He was pulling out

steadily, dragging his cock over Potter's prostate, making

Potter moan out that dying sound, and then thrust in

hard, earning that small Oh sound from Potter's

mouth.

Draco was lost in the feel of Potter, in the sounds he

made and in the intoxicating scent of sex. This

was ... heaven.

He opened his eyes, unaware he closed them and saw

Potter stroking himself in time with Draco's thrusts. Lovely

as that was, Draco made a rule.

Growling he grabbed Potter's cock at the base, making

him cry out, his eyes snapping open. "What did I tell you,

Potter?" Draco asked dangerously, stopping all

movement.

Potter's eyes widened and he removed his hands from his

cock quickly and placed them next to his head in

surrender. Draco shook his head and tutted. "Bad Potter.

I'll have to punish you for that ... later," he declared and

rose up a little and leaned in, bending Potter double with

ease, making him yelp.

He felt a rush of power that took his breath away. He grabbed Potter's wrists to hold him down firmly, and gazed at his former school rival, trapped and helpless beneath him.

Potter was shuddering and staring at Draco with

wide-eyes, so clearly burning with want, Draco felt dizzy

at the thought of how much Potter needed him.

Draco started to move suddenly, slamming inside Potter

and never moving his gaze from Potter's face,

memorizing every detail about it. How with every thrust

his long, dark lashes fluttered, and his lips formed a

perfect O. How he would bite his lip if Draco thrust

harder. How his head moved left and right when he hit

his prostate.

Draco felt his balls tighten and nearly regretted it was

almost over, he tried to hold off, not wanting it to end,

but his orgasm rushed forward and Draco emptied

himself inside Potter's arse, yelling something, but he

didn't know what.

He must have blacked out because the next thing he felt

was warm, hard chest beneath his cheek.

He scrambled away quickly and pulled out of Potter's

body carefully, forgetting temporarily that he didn't have

to be so careful because this was bloody Potter.

Your wife actually, a part of his brain tried to

remind him. He ignored it.

Potter was lying on his back, still hard and needy, with

bruises on his wrists and his cheek where Draco slapped

him earlier.

"I'll have to punish you now," Draco said happily, licking

his lips. Potter was seemingly unable to decide if that

aroused him or scared him.

"Get up. Turn around. On your knees." Draco winced at

his inability to form a complete sentence. Potter complied

with supreme difficulty, barely moving. But eventually he

managed to turn away from Draco and he knelt, sitting

on his heals.

Draco found his wand lying disregarded on the bed,

waved it and bound Potter's hands to the roof of the bed

with long chains.

Potter yelped in surprise and pain when the bindings

pulled him up, forcing him to lift his arse. Draco arranged

the height so that Potter's knees barely scraped the bed, ensuring that his position was sufficiently uncomfortable.

"What are you going to do?" Potter asked with a hint of

fear, to Draco's immense pleasure.

Draco slapped his arse, making Potter yelp in surprise.

"Did I say you could speak now? Hmm ... that's another

ten."

"Another ten of what?" Potter asked just as Draco knew

he would, so he laughed as he got up and went to

retrieve a paddle out of his wife's cabinet.

"And that's another ten. Keep going Potter. Please."

Draco smirked.

Potter gulped after seeing the paddle,

and his breathing sped up, but he fell quiet. Draco stood

next to the bed, where Potter's arse was at the arm's

reach and declared, "You'll get thirty strokes. Count them

aloud. If you miss one, that's your problem." Without

waiting for Potter to assimilate these rules, he brought

the paddle hard on his arse. Potter yelled, pulling on

his binds, and forgetting to count. Idiot.

Draco swung again, this time aiming for Potter's thighs.

"One!" Potter yelled breathlessly.

Draco chuckled, and continued, easing out a little until

Potter calmed down, and then he hit the sensitive skin on

the top of Potter's thighs, as hard as he could.

"NINE!" Potter cried out, writhing and pulling on the

chains, desperately trying to get away from the paddle.

Draco eased off again, while Potter panted out numbers.

By the time they reached twenty-five, the lovely arse in

front of Draco was beautifully red and heated, and Potter

had screamed himself hoarse.
He was whimpering and even sniffing a little. "Please,"

he panted out and Draco stopped.

"What was that, Potter?"

"Please, I need to ..." Potter trailed off and Draco saw

that he was still hard. Kinky bastard.

Chucking the paddle and taking his wand, he released

Potter from the binds and Potter collapsed on the bed,

groaning pathetically.

Draco placed his hand on the small of Potter's back and

said, "We're not done with your punishment. Five more."

Potter made a chocking sound and tried to get away, but

it was ridiculously easy to stop him from moving. Draco

brought his hand down, slapping Potter's abused arse

and Potter yelped out, "Twenty-six!"

"Four more," Draco soothed, separating his hand from the

heated cheeks with difficulty. It felt so nice to caress the

skin there, though it made Potter whimper in pain. Or perhaps because it made Potter whimper in pain.

He delivered three more smacks in quick succession and

Potter fumbled with numbers and missed one.

"Two more," Draco promised, squeezing the red flesh a

little, and then slapped hard, making Potter buck and

grip out, "Twenty-nine!" After another stinging slap,

Potter yelled, "Thirty!" with an air of relief.

Draco got on the bed, hard again, and ordered. "Come

here."

Potter got up slowly, whimpering insistently, and all but

crawled towards Draco, yelping when Draco grabbed his

arse and pulled him on his lap so he was facing him.

Potter seemed very surprised with this sudden close

position and stared at Draco through crooked glasses.

Without thinking, Draco reached out to fix them.

Not able to help himself, Draco leaned in and captured Potter's full lower lip with his lips. Potter stilled and Draco felt dizzy with sudden need, and all he could do that would make sense was to thrust his tongue inside Potter's mouth. His heart beat faster when Potter answered eagerly. He grabbed the messy locks, angled Potter's head so he could ravish Potter's mouth properly.

He felt his cock twitch when Potter started to suck on his

tongue, moaning like a freaking girl. He tore his

mouth away from Potter's, regretfully, and grabbed his

arse, lifting him up a little.

Hissing in pain, but realizing Draco's intention, Potter

moved helpfully and managed, with Draco's guidance, to

impale himself on Draco's cock.

They both moaned, and Potter started to move almost

immediately, speeding up the pace, driven with pure

need that was apparent on his face.

Draco lay back, mesmerised with the image of Potter

riding him like there was no tomorrow. Draco's hands flew

on their own accord towards Potter's cock, and green

eyes snapped open to look at him with ridiculous

gratitude. Potter sped up even more, practically jumping.

Draco moved his hands and his hips in tandem, bucking

upwards hard, making Potter gasp and then scream as

Draco pulled on his cock.

This moment will haunt me for years, Draco

thought with some sadness as Potter writhed and

screamed above him, spilling himself all over Draco's

hands and stomach. Potter's arse was clenching around

him, and Draco's own orgasm caught him by surprise. He

moaned for a long time while Potter's inner muscles

massaged his cock.

Blinking slowly, Draco looked at Potter who was still straddling

him. His head was bent and he was breathing shallowly.

As though he felt Draco was watching him, Potter raised

his head and looked at him, searching for something in

Draco's expression. He must have found it because he

lifted himself slowly and moved towards Draco.

"Stop!" Draco raised his hand. "You made such a mess,

Potter. Clean it up."

Potter paused and looked at his cum spread all over

Draco's raised hand and stomach. "But ..." He looked at

Draco's wand hopefully.

"No, no. Use what you got," Draco instructed wisely.

Potter gulped and took a deep breath and then leaned in,

licking at Draco's stomach carefully. Apparently deciding

it wasn't that bad, he started to lick it of in earnest with

long swipes of his tongue. As Potter's tongue dipped in

his navel, Draco wondered if he could possibly get it up

again. And when Potter took Draco's fingers in his mouth

and sucked on them almost greedily, Draco was sure that

he could get it up again.

But then Potter looked somewhere in the distance and his

eyes widened and Draco's fingers were released from

Potter's warm mouth with a wet slurp.

"I have to go!" Potter almost yelped.

"Go?" Draco asked, shocked and confused.

"The Polyjuice will stop working soon," Potter explained

quickly, getting up and gathering his clothes.

Draco suddenly felt like he'd been hit with a Bludger. Of

course, Polyjuice. He remembered that.

"But, where are you going?" Draco asked reasonably,

ignoring the sudden feeling of loss.

"Well," Potter paused wide-eyed, "I just don't want you

to see me transforming. It's an ugly picture and I might

get queasy and vomit. I should be in the bathroom,"

Potter � his wife � explained, wincing as

she was putting her clothes on.

"But, why are you getting dressed?" Draco asked,

bewildered.

Potter paused and stared at Draco for a few moments,

but then his face brightened. "I'll show you."

Clasping his cloak, Potter came closer while Draco stared

at him in disbelief, and slight worry at Potter's intense

gaze. "You actually put your cloak on." Draco shook his

head.

"So this would feel more real," Potter murmured as

though that made any sense. Draco had no time to ask

what the fuck was he talking about, because he was

suddenly in Potter's arms, and his head was tipped and

Potter's mouth crashed into his.

Draco could confirm with certainty that nobody ever

kissed him like that � with ravishing passion, which

made him forget to breathe as if he was an inexperienced

teenager. Potter's tongue invaded Draco's mouth

possessively and Draco let out an embarrassing whimper,

and held on for dear life.

It ended too soon and Draco was still dizzy when Potter

brought his lips to his ear and murmured, "We should do

this again." Potter's teeth grazed Draco's earlobe, and

then tugged on it a little, making Draco gasp. "You could

be my bitch." He felt Potter smile.

"Sure," Draco answered before he even registered what

he was agreeing to, and then shuddered after he realized

it. "You're not going to get Potter's hair again," he

reasoned.

"I'll manage," Potter said with a brilliant smile that

lit up the room, and rushed inside the bathroom,

leaving Draco feeling cold and empty.
o-O-o

He entered the bathroom and gave a sigh of relief.

"Right on time," his own voice sneered at him and he

turned around to see the exact replica of himself, sitting

on the edge of the bathroom, with his legs crossed in a

very lady-like manner.

"Urgh," he groaned. "Don't sit like that. It's bizarre."

The other Potter laughed. "That's hilarious. You

complaining about bizarre."

He gave a sheepish grin, and then stopped when the

other started heaving and shuddering, and then

transforming in front of his eyes. Dark hair turned to

blond, green eyes to blue, and soon Draco Malfoy's wife

stood before him.

"Did you have fun?" he asked.

"Oh yes! Your wife is such a vixen. You lucky thing!" she

said delightedly. "Such talented mouth!"

"If there's a scratch on her ..." he threatened.

"Oh, don't worry. I was a perfect gentleman." She eyed

him carefully. "It looks like my husband wasn't."

"You told him to do that," he accused.

"Of course, don't pretend you're not a kinky bastard,

Harry." She smiled, walking towards the bathroom exit.

"You should heal that." She waved towards his cheek.

"We don't want Ginny suspecting."

"I will." He nodded.

She paused at the door and walked back towards him, running her fingers through his hair and than pulling out a single strand.

Harry smiled. "So there's a next time?'

"Definitely."

The End
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