A challenge
Apr. 11th, 2006 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wildestranger"Draco," Blaise said in tones of light enquiry, "why is there a Potter in my bed?"
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Date: 2006-04-11 11:37 am (UTC)I've been sitting here for several minutes trying to come up with something and all of the reasonable ideas involve a married Ginny rather than a Harry-en-déshabillé as I believe you were going for.
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Date: 2006-04-11 11:54 am (UTC)Draco ran a proprietary palm over the curve of Harry's arse mounding the bedspread in a most delightful manner. A hiss indicating pleasure snuck out from under covers, a wriggle indicated displeasure at these turn of events. Potter was shy about all manners sexual. Until. Until you grabbed his arse or cupped his dick and then. Then. The term "all hell breaks loose" was never more apt. Once you got beyond the blush... Draco wriggle his own arse in appreciation; he'd feel that for the next day or two. If he was lucky. Fast learner, he'd give him that.
"Didn't want my bed smelling like fuck, Blaise."
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Date: 2006-04-11 11:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-11 12:03 pm (UTC)"Indeed." Blaise leaned over Potter, nose wrinkling as though anticipating a bad smell. "And where am I sleeping?"
"Common room, I'd expect," Draco yawned. "Sooner rather than later." He sighed when Blaise showed no sign of leaving. "Do run along, Zabini. I've a bout of post-coital cuddling in which I'd like to indulge, and it's rather difficult to do when there's an uninvited third party in the room."
"I'll tell Pansy," Blaise offered airily.
"Would you?" Draco asked, unconcerned, climbing into Blaise's bed. "I haven't had a moment, myself."
"Pathetic," Blaise mumbled, watching as Draco draped himself over Potter with a satisfied smirk.
Draco closed his eyes. "If you like. I am, however, thoroughly shagged out and rather indisposed toward debate at the moment. You win. I'm a dastardly loser." He stretched and relaxed again. "If you could close the door on your way out?"
Blaise mumbled something uncomplimentary as he complied.
"You're awful," Harry murmured, running a hand up Draco's back.
"Mmmmm." Draco smiled. "Would you like me to be awful to you?"
Harry's kiss was a rather definitive reply.
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Date: 2006-04-11 12:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-11 12:23 pm (UTC)Blaise tossed his bag into the closet. “Thomas does have the better arse.”
“Thomas is immune to my wiles. Much as it pains me to say so.”
Blaise smirked. “As if. What is about you and Ginny Weasley’s leftovers?” He neatly dodged the hex Draco hurled at him, letting it hit the wall with a messy red splat.
Draco’s irritation slid into a sneer. “What is it about you and Snape’s?”
The smirk vanished. Blaise gestured to his bed. “You would know better than I.”
Draco caught his breath.
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Date: 2006-04-11 12:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-11 01:12 pm (UTC)At this, Draco slowly turned around to fix Blaise with a look that wavered between indulgence and sarcasm. In the blink of an eye, the latter had won over.
"Why, Blaise," drawled Draco, "don't you find that charming?"
On the bed, Potter writhed around, grunting with the exertion. Blaise lifted an eyebrow and answered:
"I find that something savage."
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Date: 2006-04-11 01:40 pm (UTC)Blaise raised his eyebrow at the pout.
Draco pouted even more. "Where else was I supposed to put the body? Certainly not in my bed."
Blaise shook his head, annoyed at Draco's lack of manners far more than his occasional homocidal tendencies. "Why can't you use a rubbish bin like normal people?"
This question caused Draco to lift his chin up haughtily. "Rubbish bins are for commoners and mudbloods. I can't be expected to go near them. They are dirty and smell of rotting hippogryffs."
Cursing Walden MacNair again for participating in the Ministry's 'Take a Pureblood Heir to Work' days, Blaise sighed. "Draco. Am I going to have to have an incinerator installed in the basement for you?"
Draco perked up. "Would you? I would be ever so good then and make all the bodies just burn into ash and there would never be any messes that you would be upset with me for."
Blaise reached out and stroked Draco's cheek with his knuckles. "You're mad, you know."
Draco smiled in a mannner that would have been angelic if he wasn't standing next to a corpse. Blaise glanced over at the naked form face down on the green satin sheets. "Did he make you happy, Draco? Before you killed him?"
Draco considered this a moment. "He was quite good at fucking, actually. But..." he wrinkled his nose. "He called me Colin, and I had to kill him."
"Truly tragic," Blaise murmured as he started unbuttoning his shirt, immediately drawing Draco's attention to the growning expanse of smooth skin.
Blaise smirked. "Unless you plan on us indulging in a bit of necrophilia, I suggest you move Potter so I can bugger you properly."
"I'm not sharing you with anyone. Not even a dead anyone. Especially not a dead Potter." And with that Draco levitated the body out of the bedroom.
Accompanied by the heavy clunk of a head being purposefully bumped into the solid walls of the corridors, Blaise hastily wrote a note to a local crematorium requesting a small personal model furnace to be installed as soon as possible... and graced by a gift card that read "D. Never in the bedroom. B."
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Date: 2006-04-11 02:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-12 09:21 am (UTC)But still, my dear, this is a most delicious piece of work. *smooches*
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Date: 2006-04-11 02:17 pm (UTC)"Draco," Blaise said in tones of light inquiry, "Why is there a Potter in my bed?"
If he was expecting a reasonable answer he would have been disappointed. However, Blaise knew his house mate better and wasn't surprised to get a flippant thought his scarlet and gold sweater matched your new red silk sheets better than my green duvet.
Blaise sat down gingerly on his mattress next to the Gryffindor intruder, peering at him curiously. He reached over and poked at his chest. Odd, no response. "He's out cold?"
Draco giggled, "Found him passed out or something right outside the Room of Requirement. Smell his breath."
Leaning over, he sniffed and recoiled. "Abominable combination of some minty liquor and ...gillyweed?" A vigorous shake of Potter's shoulder earned him a snort but nothing more.
Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco, "A little revenge is what I'm thinking."
"Of course! Keep it class though, wouldn't do to stoop to his level." Draco smirked nudging Potter's face, so that it turned to the side, some drool leaking out.
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Date: 2006-04-11 02:20 pm (UTC)When Potter's hair grew back into it's usual untidy mess almost immediately, something triggered Draco to go beyond "classy". He frowed, panting a little as he struggled to pull off Potter's shirt. Using the purple marker, he set about writing extremely rude things about his parents and mudblood friends about Potter's torso.
Not to be outdone, Blaise pulled off the trainers altogether. Fishing about in his trunk he found some ribbon left over from a Christmas present and tied up Potter's ankles neatly and tidy with a bow. However, when they turned Potter over to continue tattooing his back with the marker, the bow came undone. Blaise had to roll up the trouser lets in order to rework the binding. He'd had to redo it several times to make it as tight as he wanted. Potter had such muscular calves, the ribbon showed them off in a ridiculously surprising way. Smoothing his hands down the calves to the callused feet Blaise wondered about smoothing grease between the toes and along the soles so that Potter would slip when he tried to stand up. But then decided that he'd need to bind the wrist and forearms as well, so that the stupid boy couldn't undo the ankle binding.
Looking up, he found Draco pondering the smooth paleness of Potter's shoulders, the marker hovering above it. "Have you any sort of strap, Draco? I need to tie up his arms." Draco nodded, in a distracted manner and pointed under his bed.
Blaise got down on his hands and knees, rump in the air, to feel around under Draco's bed. It was decidedly odd that Draco should have a long leather strap just lying around under his mattress. Best not to think about that too much. He got back to his feet, dusting off his jumper, and sat down again on his bed. The leather strap had a pleasant roughness to the untanned side. The way it slipped through his fingers, snapping as the end of it ran through gave him ideas. Snapping the end against his thigh a few times stung, but pleasantly.
When Draco had done ornamenting Potter's back, they rolled him over onto his side. After trying a couple different positions, they decided that having Potter's arms behind his back would be the wickedest way to tie him up. Positioning him just so was difficult with the dead weight of the comatose boy's body. Finally they had his wrists together and wound the leather strap around and around until the ends met up and tied them in a knot.
This would have been plenty, but Draco decided to take it one step farther.
"We need to take off the trousers. It'd be hilarious to see him running starkers down the hallway to beg the Fat Lady to let him in before the whole school sees him."
A brilliant idea, Blaise nodded. It was funny to reach for another boy's button and zipper and to tug the fabric down to his ankles where the ankle binding started. Draco gave Potter's shoulder a push, starting to say something like "How do you like that now, you stupid cow," but instead let out a squeak.
Blaise looked up and caught Draco staring open mouthed at what had fallen out of Potter's pants: thick, purple and stiff.
He started to stammer something, when Potter lifted his head, licked the saliva from his lip. In reply to their stares, he tilted his head and shrugged, "I always wondered what went on in the Slytherin dorms. I'd seen your common room before, but it's nothing compared to this."
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Date: 2006-04-11 08:08 pm (UTC)Without so much as a glance over his shoulder, the blond boy continued packing large books and parchment into his pack. “Had to put him somewhere.”
“But, Draco,” Blaise continued, “why not leave him a in a broom cupboard? Why my bed?”
“Shut it, Zabini,” Draco hissed, turning to face Blaise. “Potter’s constant vigil is driving me mad. I can finish up my project in peace if he’s down here, out cold. As for why your bed: well it’s not as if I want him in mine, is it?”
“So you claim,” Blaise mumbled as Draco strolled from the dormitory.
Set during HBP. It's a deleted scene, really.
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:51 am (UTC)Draco, sitting in only unfastened trousers on the edge of the bed, turned his head indolently from the sight of the bound, nude, blindfolded Harry to meet Blaise’s eyes, his own full of heat, and replied, “Because there’s a Parkinson in mine.”
“Yes, a Parkinson-Malfoy,” Blaise noted, leaning against the doorjamb and admiring the way
Potter’s muscles rippled in response to Draco’s light, possessive caresses.
“Ungrateful, that.”
“He doesn’t appear ungrateful to me,” said Blaise, licking his lips as Potter thrust up to meet
Draco’s grasping hand and moaned.
Draco chuckled softly and began to stroke Potter’s cock slowly. “I meant the hyphen, of course.
Mother was excessively displeased by Pansy’s insistence upon it.”
“God, would you just—”
“Shh,” Draco soothed Potter, increasing the tempo of his ministrations slightly. “You’re the one
who insisted we ask Blaise.”
“Ask me what?”
“Harry’s a gentleman. He didn’t think it right to steal me from you.”
“Potter’s an idiot.”
“Hey!”
Draco released Harry’s prick and smacked it, causing him to yelp. “I told you, shh,” he said, and then, turning to Blaise, he asked, “why is he an idiot?”
“Because,” Blaise replied, moving closer to the bed and casually unclasping the buckle at his
throat so that his robes could fall to the floor, “it’s not me from whom he’s stealing.”
Draco laughed. “Oh, I think Harry understands who matters to me, don’t you?”
“P—please, Draco, just . . . just touch me already!” Harry begged, struggling against his bonds.
“Well Blaise, should I touch him?” Draco asked, watching avidly as Blaise began to peel off his
clothing and reveal perfect, caramel skin.
“It is my bed in my room in my home,” Blaise replied, smiling in smug satisfaction at the fact
that his lover couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, despite the tempting picture Potter made.
“I’d prefer it if you touched me.”
Potter whimpered.
“But Potter may watch, of course.”
Draco leaned over Harry’s torso, teasing him with the slight press of his body and removed
Harry’s blindfold, whispering, “You see? Blaise is also a gentleman. I told you he’d
understand—and you soon will, as well. Trust me.”
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Date: 2006-04-12 06:53 am (UTC)Draco rose from the bed and knelt before Blaise, while Harry raised his head from the pillows and watched them hungrily.
“Show Potter how I like to be touched, pet.”
“P—pet?” Harry stammered. “Pet?”
Blaise smirked at the bound wizard and raised a triumphant eyebrow at him as Draco wrapped his long, elegant fingers around the base of his cock and then drew his tongue up the vein along its underside before shielding his teeth with his lips and sucking the engorged length into his mouth, into his throat.
“Yes! Yes, just like—oh!”
“Fuck.”
As Draco began to suck him in earnest—he knew his lover disapproved of teasing—Blaise fought to control his breathing and said to Potter, “Y—yes, I believe I will—I’ll fuck both . . . both of you this morning,” and was rewarded by the sight of Potter’s full-bodied flush.
Draco’s hand on Blaise’s prick tightened as if in gratitude, and he began to growl.
“Such . . . such a slut,” Blaise panted. “My slut.”
Harry’s lust-glazed eyes widened at Blaise’s words. “He lets you talk to him like that?”
Seizing Draco’s hair so that he could slow his sucking thrusts enough to concentrate, Blaise asked, “Oh, Potter
. . . you are an . . . innocent, aren’t you? Draco always does . . . as he’s told—now,” he said to Draco, releasing his grip.
Draco took Blaise to the root and worked him with lips and throat and tongue until Blaise’s entire body went rigid with orgasm, and then he braced his hands on Blaise’s thighs to help steady him until the aftershocks of his lover’s pleasure subsided.
“Very . . . very good, pet.”
“Thank you, Master,” Draco replied huskily, licking the traces of Blaise’s excitement from his lips. “May I see to Harry, now?”
Glancing at Potter’s purpling erection, Blaise asked Harry, “Would you like that, pet?”
The resistance that lit Potter’s eyes faded almost at once, as Blaise knew it would.
“Y—yes, please.”
“‘Please’, what?” Blaise asked, his tone instructive and expectant.
“Please . . . Master?”
Blaise laughed. Draco gets married, but I receive all the gifts. “What a clever boy you are,” he said, feeling indulgent as he turned to Draco. “Show me what Harry likes.”
Giving his new pet his name seemed an appropriate reward, and Blaise had always been generous to his lover’s obedient playmates.
Draco didn’t hesitate.
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