What Draco Wants, What Draco Gets

What Draco Wants, What Draco Gets.


“And Mr. Malfoy, please do make sure our illustrious Harry Potter cleans every single cauldron. Thoroughly.”

With that, Snape walked out of the classroom.


“Well Potter, what are you staring at? You heard the professor. Go clean the cauldrons! Wouldn’t want them to get harder to clean, do you?”

Draco pointed his wand at a random cauldron and shot a spell at it, causing slime to explode around the surrounding area.


Harry growled at that. It was Malfoy’s fault that he was in detention, having provoked him into a fistfight earlier. Just his luck to have Snape walk through the corridor then and assigned detention. Of course, the bastard would not have presented his Slytherins with any punishment, would he? His anger flared at the unfairness of it.

Scrubbing at the cauldrons, he realized there were still flashes of light. Harry looked up to see Malfoy smirking at him, and zapping a coat of grime onto the cauldron he was scrubbing. Damn it, he could not take this anymore!


Snarling at Malfoy, he rushed towards him, only to be stopped by Protego. Fine. Malfoy wanted to play that way? He would do it too.


Harry pulled out his wand, and returned Malfoy with a Tanrantallegra. Malfoy managed to dodge it, and from that point onwards, spells were being exchanged non-stop.

The duel continued for a while, with Malfoy shielding against all of the spells Harry had thrown, and Harry missing all the spells Malfoy used. It was starting to get a little strange, Harry thought, until the spell Malfoy shot hit the door with an ominous click.

Then there was no more time to think, when both of them rushed to the door.


“Oh god, Malfoy. What the fuck have you done this time? Where the fuck is the damn handle? ALOHOMORA!”

“Are you an idiot, Potter? That spell works to unlock doors, not open them. Seems like we’re locked in for the moment. Professor Snape had his door spelled to trap any students who tried to tamper with the doors of his classroom.”


Draco smirked to himself. Waving his wand discreetly, he cast a spell to make the temperature warmer. Much warmer.


Harry groaned. This had to be one of the worst days ever. He got caught in a fight, got assigned detention, chewed out by Hermione for fighting, and now he was stuck in the same enclosed space with Malfoy until god knows when. Could this night get any worse? He realized his collar was getting a little tight around his neck, and perspiration was trickling down his back. What the hell?

He tossed a look at Malfoy. That guy already had his robes and tie removed, and his shirt partly unbuttoned, showing off his delicate collarbones. Harry grew fixated by the collarbones, entranced with a drop of sweat moving down Draco’s neck.


“…and Professor Snape might not even come back, Potter. Potter. Potter! Are you listening to me? Where in Merlin were you staring at!”

Harry gulped. He was definitely not staring at Malfoy!

“Whatever Malfoy. I was just bored to death by the sound of your voice. Damn it. Is this room getting warmer by the minute or what?”


“Of course it is! And it would be getting even warmer later!” Draco snickered to himself.

“If it’s so warm, do something to make yourself more comfortable then, idiot.” Draco was banking on Potter’s muggle-raised ways so that he would not remember to use a cooling charm.


Just as he expected, Potter started removing his robes and ties. Merlin, did Potter have a really fit body or what? He caught a glimpse of it in the Prefects’ Bathroom, but this was the first time he had seen it up close.


Damn. It was really getting warm. Harry’s shirt had been soaked through already, and if it had been anyone but Draco Malfoy in the same room as him, he would already have removed his shirt. Then he noted Malfoy’s movement across the room. He was stripping! Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest, and removing it, exposing his pale pink nipples to the surroundings.

And the way Malfoy was arching his back while removing the shirt… Harry shook his head. No. He was a seventeen-year-old boy. He was attracted to everything and anything. He was not specifically attracted to Draco bloody Malfoy and his pouting, pink nipples. He did not want to lick them, suck on them and… Oh my god he was attracted to Draco Malfoy.


Draco noticed the reaction he was getting. Smirking at Potter, he walked towards him.
“See something you like, Potter?” And he caressed Potter’s erection.


Harry groaned. This must be a dream, he thought. Malfoy would never cause him to have an erection, then touch him that way. It must be a dream, he insisted to himself, before Malfoy’s grip chased all coherent thoughts out of his head.


Draco was having fun. He had wanted Potter for so damn long, and now he finally got him where he wanted him to be. And he was definitely going to make this worth his while.

Releasing his grip on Potter’s cock, he trailed his fingers up towards the button. Potter’s eyes stared at him in fervor, willing him to just release him. Well, everyone bows down to the savior’s wishes, don’t they; Draco thought and undid Potter’s pants.


Pushing down his pants and boxers, Draco got his first good look at Potter’s cock. It was thick, definitely, compared to his, but he beat Potter in length by a little, he decided as he moved his hand on the cock. He watched a drop of pre-come emerge from the slit. Looking at Potter, he smirked and went onto his knees.


Harry’s breaths grew shorter. Malfoy was not going to do what he thought he was going to, was he? Oh my god he was. Harry threw his head back in pleasure, his hands moving to grip Malfoy’s head for support.


Draco chuckled, finally having found a way to shut Harry Potter up. He could feel Potter’s legs trembling though, and stood up.

“Relax, Potter. I’m not stopping yet. We just wouldn’t want you to fall over in the middle of the first blowjob you’ve ever received, don’t we?”


Harry choked. How the hell did Malfoy guess that this was his first? He blushed and moved along with Malfoy towards the wall.


Draco pushed Potter against the wall and went back onto his knees. Then, he decided to tease Potter. He licked around the cock, nibbled a little, put his mouth over the cock but not providing any suction. And Potter was turning into a whimpering mess.


Harry could not take the treatment anymore. “Please, Malfoy, just suck me. Suck my cock!” he pleaded.


Draco relented, and sucked. He was rewarded with Potter gripping his head tightly, and chanting his name over and over again. He removed his mouth.

“Draco, Potter. If I’m sucking your cock it’ll be polite for you to call me by my first name.”

With that, he put his mouth back, swallowed, and listened to Potter yell, “Oh my fucking god, DRACO!”

Licking up the come that had leaked out around his mouth, he stood up and faced Potter.


Harry leaned against the wall, shocked at what had just happened. Then he noticed Draco undoing his own trousers, and taking his own cock out. His eyes grew wide.


Draco started moving his hand up and down his cock, giving a hard twist each time he reached the head. He moaned prettily, providing a show for Potter. What he did not expect was for Potter to start playing with his nipples, which caused him to groan in appreciation. He did like having his nipples played with.


Harry was surprised by himself, having reached out to touch Draco’s nipples, lightly twisting them. Oh hell, he might as well stop resisting temptation. Putting his head down, he started sucking on one of them, his fingers continuing the actions on the other nipple.


Merlin, this was turning out better than Draco had expected! He had planned this right from the start, and hoping to end with a show of him wanking in front of Potter, leaving him wanting for more. Now, Potter was actually joining him! Then, he felt a sudden bite on his nipple, and he exploded.


Both of them stared into each other’s eyes, panting heavily. Harry’s cock had rose again, from the erotic display by Draco. Then, Draco broke away.


He moved to grab his clothes, leaving Harry standing against the wall. While putting them on, he had a small smirk on his face.


“Well, this has been pleasant, Potter. Same time tomorrow?” Giving Harry a wink, Draco opened the door with a whispered spell and walked out.


A/N: This was written in response to the challenge:Locked In/Detention at dracoharry100. And a 100 words limit wasn't required.