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- 1-A Helping Hand
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A Helping Hand

Draco eyed the metal box impatiently. It
couldn�t be that difficult, bloody Muggles used it, so of course he would be
able to figure it out. But why were there so many buttons? He poked the largest
one experimentally and couldn�t repress flinching when the box blinked into
life, screen crackling with grey static. After a few false ts, ts, he managed to
insert a smaller, grey box and sighed in relief as text flashed up on the
screen. Bloody thing.

It had been inevitable really, that a
student should arrive at school with a TV-Video for his room. Of course the
Muggle-born idiot hadn�t known that nothing electrical would work inside the
school and had been furious when it was confiscated. Naturally, it had been
promptly stolen and smuggled out to Hogsmeade, where a particularly enterprising
Ravenclaw had managed to connect it to the nearest Muggle power grid and started
charging for the privilege of watching it. All those with Muggle blood ignored
it � no TV channels and only a choice of two videos, both Disney for God�s sake
� but the purebloods had been fascinated by it. Unfortunately for them, Draco
would not have his fellow housemates degrade themselves by subscribing to Muggle
entertainment and promptly stole it from the Ravenclaws.

Unbeknownst to everyone else however,
Draco was just as intrigued by the contraption. And he had another secret. A few
miles out from Hogsmeade was an old Muggle house, recently abandoned, with
working power sockets. Draco had taken the TV there and then found a helpful
Ravenclaw to set it up. Said helpful Ravenclaw had then procured him a tape of
particular interest. A most definitely un-Disney tape. Draco had smiled and
thanked the Ravenclaw and then wiped his memory clean and dumped him outside the
nearest pub.

Draco settled himself on the sofa but
couldn�t help looking nervously around, to check he was truly alone. If anyone
found out about this�his reputation would be destroyed�and his father�the
consequences didn�t bear thinking about. Satisfied that he was the only occupant
of the house, he turned his attention to the silent screen. Apparently there was
sound but Draco was chancing any more of the buttons. Not when the tape was
so�interesting.

The two men on screen were slowly
stripping each other and getting�very intimate�Draco�s breathing began to
quicken and he shifted, uncomfortable in his trousers already. He�d imagined�a
lot, to tell the truth, but to actually see�he unzipped himself and began to
stroke his rapidly hardening cock in time with the action on screen, more
aroused than he had ever been by his imagination. This was�oh, it was�with a
soft yelp, Draco came, much sooner than he had expected.

Quickly cleaning himself, Draco rose to
eject the tape. No sense in wasting it, he planned to draw out the pleasure of
watching the whole thing. With any luck, it would be enough to keep him from
doing anything that would be more dangerous to his reputation.

Suddenly, something was clapped over his
mouth and something else grabbed him, trapping his arms and legs. Draco screamed
anyway from pure reflex and tried to bite whatever was holding him. His eyes
scanned the room wildly but it was empty, as far as he could see, absolutely
nothing was attacking him�but something warm and person-shaped was pressed up
against him�Draco�s eyes narrowed as comprehension struck. He lifted his foot
and then brought it down hard.

�Shit!� yelped a familiar voice as
Draco�s foot connected with something solid. Momentarily freed, Draco reached
out blindly and as soon as he felt something, tugged as hard as he could. Sure
enough, a silvery cloak came away in his hands and he looked into the face of
perhaps his least favourite person in the country.

�Bloody Potter.� He spat furiously. How
long had the nosy git been in the room?

Harry straightened, smirking and Draco
felt his insides begin to liquefy. Oh, shit.

�Nice tape, Malfoy.� Harry drawled.
Shit.

�You�d better not tell anyone about this
or I swear I�ll -� Draco began desperately.

�About what?� Harry said, his attempt to
sound innocent ruined by the gleam of triumph in his eyes. �That the infamous
Draco Malfoy was watching Muggle porn on a Muggle TV? Or that you were watching
gay porn and -� He fairly leered at Draco�s crotch and Draco snarled angrily, ��
obviously enjoying it?�

�Any of it.� Draco growled from between
gritted teeth. How the hell was he going to get out of this? Harry had his wand
in his pocket, whereas his was on the sofa, with his robes, so no chance of a
quick spell saving him. �I�ll�I can pay you.� He offered, defeat making him
sulky. �How much will it take to shut you up?�

�I don�t need money, Malfoy.� Potter
said, obviously enjoying himself.

�Well, what the hell do you want from
me?� Draco pleaded with any favourable deities for
Harry to want something�if he didn�t want something, nothing would stop him from
spreading this round the whole school�

Harry seemed slightly stumped by this.
Typical Gryffindor brains � had the fool never blackmailed someone before?

�Why are you here, anyway?� Draco asked,
in an attempt to stop Harry thinking up a truly horrible price for his silence.

�You�re not the only one with a video.�
Harry replied absently, waving a grey tape Draco hadn�t previously noticed. �I
figured you would have kept the TV, so I followed you.�

�Why are you interested in it? You live
with Muggles, I bet you�ve got five of these things at home.�

�They don�t let me watch TV and besides,
this tape is private.� Harry replied, still concentrating on blackmail
possibilities. Abruptly, something occurred to the Boy Who Lived and Draco swore
under his breath at the slow smile on Harry�s face. This was not going to be
good.

�Tell you what, Malfoy, you do one thing
for me and I won�t breathe a word of this to anyone. I�ll give you my word.�
Draco eyed him suspiciously but conceded that unlike most of his own House, when
a Gryffindor gave his word he always kept it.

�Fine.� Draco said, forcing nonchalance
into his voice. �So, what do I have to do?�

�Sit and watch the rest of your tape
with me.�

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Shock was too small a word for what
Draco was feeling. A complete shutdown of sensory functions, total loss of
control over his jaw, which fell open giving him a distinctly Hufflepuff look,
and, rather worryingly, a sudden spark of excitement. Hmmm. As his brain whirred
back into gear, Draco managed a sharp nod. Harry grinned, slightly nervously,
and turned to the TV. He expertly adjusted the volume and rewound the tape to
where it had been when Dratoodtood up. Harry threw himself down on the sofa and
lolled in a deliberately obscene pose. Draco sauntered over and sat primly on
the edge, back as straight as a board.

�Oh, stop acting like a prissy little
virgin.� Harry snapped. �I know you like it, so stop ruining the mood.� The
taunt stung Draco and he forced himself to relax, spreading as far as he could
across the sofa, trying to make Harry uncomfortable. Harry ignored him and
produced the remote � the function of which Draco had not been able to grasp �
and pressed the play button.

Draco soon forgot about the irritant
that was Harry�s presence and focused totally on the screen. Draco�s cock
hardened again as one of the men penetrated the other, and without thinking,
Draco reached down to unzip himself. Abruptly, he remembered Harry�s presence
and cast a quick look in his direction.

Harry was flushed and panting, having
already released his prominent � and impressive, Draco noted with surprise �
erection and was slowly stroking himself. For Draco, this was an incredibly
erotic sight and a small moan escaped him. Harry looked over sharply and his
green eyes smoldered as they met Draco�s. Harry turned his attention back to the
screen, but his hand left his own cock and reached over for Draco. Deftly, his
fly was undone and Harry began to apply the same attention to Draco that he had
to himself. Draco gasped as the unfamiliar sensation � it was so different! �
and, biting his lip, hesitantly reached over for Harry. He was rewarded with a
low moan as he ran his hands over the glistening head and hard shaft. Draco
lifted his eyes to the screen and began to stroke in time with the thrusting
couple, feeling Harry set the same rhythm.

Moments later, Draco felt the familiar
rippling in his balls and came with a shout, vaguely aware of the same reaction
in Harry. Panting, he collapsed against the sofa, withdrawing his hand and
cleaning himself. Harry did likewise and then stood, walking over to the TV and
ejecting the tape. Draco lifted his eyes to meet Harry�s, unsure of the
response, but saw nothing but satisfaction in the glittering emerald gaze.

Harry bent to pick up his Invisibility
Cloak and swung it round his shoulders, becoming a float gri grinning head.
Draco languidly stretched but did not bother to cover himself; rather he posed
in the manner of an underwear model. Harry�s eyes raked him, taking in the
exposed cock, flushed face and disheveled hair. Draco remained silent, watching
Harry closely.

Harry cleared his throat.

�I�ll comck tck tomorrow to watch my
tape.� He said calmly, as if he had run into Draco in the school halls. Harry
lifted the hood and shimmered completely out of view, the door opening
apparently on its own. Draco couldn�t help but pout in disappointment. That had
been�good. Harry�s disembodied voice floated back to Draco as the door swung
shut.

�I�ll probably need a helping hand.�
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