Discipline

Discipline (at its best)


Harry was furious. Yet again, Malfoy got him in trouble with Snape during Potions, landing them both a detention. Together with Filch, in the Trophy Hall. Harry shook his head and sneered. But this time, they weren’t going to scrub at trophies all night…this time, he was going to teach Malfoy a lesson. His sneer turned into a nasty grin. He needed to find Peeves the Poltergeist.

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Filch glared down his nose at Harry and Malfoy, who both stood in front of him, holding out his hand. “Your wands,” he drawled nastily. They handed their wands over and Filch pointed to the cloths and buckets filled with filthy, grey water. “One for each of you. You’re to clean all of the trophies in this cabinet.” He pointed to the glass cabinet closest to them against the wall, which seemed endless. Malfoy groaned. “Get to it.”

Harry and Malfoy grabbed a bucket each and split, neither of them daring to look at the other. Filch walked over to a chair at the end of the cabinet and sat, picking up Mrs. Noris and setting her in his lap.

“Disgusting…” Malfoy whispered harshly to himself as he pulled back the sleeves of his robes, took the cloth, and slowly dipped it in the bucket of mucky water.

“Well, if you hadn’t run your bloody mouth, we wouldn’t be here pointlessly “washing” trophies with this filth,” Harry whispered harshly at him as he scrubbed away at the trophy in his lap, swearing that it was only getting dirtier with every scrub.

“Shut up, Potter,” Malfoy glared at him.

“What’s the matter, Malfoy?” Harry grinned. “Plan not go as well as you’d hoped? Didn’t expect Snape to throw us both in detention, did you? Maybe he doesn’t favor the Slytherins as much as you thought. Or maybe he’s sick of you trying to get me in trouble.”

“I said shut up, Potter.”

Suddenly, there was a loud crash down the Trophy Hall, one of the portraits yelling and causing the other portraits to wake from their sleep. “W-what…what’s all this? Peeves! Go! Go away!” They heard, but too far away and dark to see. Harry grinned.

Argus Filch growled and stood, taking Mrs. Noris with him. “The two of you, stay here. If I come back and catch you gone…there’ll be hell to pay!”

As soon as the caretaker was out of sight, Draco was pulled up and off the ground by his collar from behind and thrown against the opposite wall. The back of his head hitting the stone wall. His world span for a moment, and he closed his eyes from the pressure building at his forehead. As he came back to his senses, he felt another’s warm body against his and a strong hand against his neck.

Harry had him pinned against the wall by his neck, and he smirked. This was a nice change. The blond’s mouth was shut and he had him at his mercy.

“How I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” whispered Harry, drawing out the last two words. He looked into Malfoy’s grey-blue eyes and watched as they widened. Realization hit him, and instead of showing his surprise, he smirked. “Malfoy,” he chuckled. “Are you enjoying this?”

The blond squeezed his eyes shut in shame. He felt Harry’s breath on his neck. Too close…

Harry ground his hips against Malfoy’s and the blond tried to stifle a moan, but it was in vain. “So, is this why the Great Draco Malfoy always sought out fist fights with Harry Potter? To get his prick hard?”

Malfoy felt his face flush with embarrassment. He never wished so much for Filch to return…anyone to return.

“It all makes sense, now,” Harry whispered against the other boy’s lips. “How you clearly went out of your way to follow me and taunt me. Especially, without my friends and without your cronies around. I’ll bet, in that pretty little head of your, you were just begging to be punished, weren’t you?”

Malfoy whimpered and tried to will his straining erection away, but with Harry so close and their groins closer, he knew it wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

Harry’s grip around the smaller boy’s neck tightened slightly. “Answer me.”

“No,” breathed Malfoy.

“Liar!” Harry sneered. “Lie to me again, and I’ll make you regret it! Now, tell me, Malfoy…did you or did you not beg for punishment?”

Malfoy felt his face redden again. “…yes,” was his whispered reply.

“That’s ‘Yes, sir’ to you!”

“Yes, sir,” Malfoy gasped as Harry ground against his hips again. The hand around his neck disappeared and he opened his eyes and found green orbs staring intensely back at him.

“And you shall receive you punishment,” Harry smirked, both hands against the wall on both sides of Draco’s shoulders, blocking the other man from escaping too easily. Draco knew he shouldn’t have felt that shiver run down his spine. It was wrong.

Harry bucked his hips against Draco’s again and the blond threw his head to the side, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and biting down hard to smother the moan threatening to escape his lips. Harry grinned, pressing his forehead to the side of Malfoy’s head, pressing his lips to the other’s ear, and very softly whispered his second command.

“On your fucking knees, Malfoy.”

Draco turned and looked back at Harry, slightly unsure of what to do. Several more moments of Malfoy just staring at him, Harry’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes as he lowered himself to the cold, stone floor, distancing the space between his face and Harry’s crotch as much as he could. Suddenly, there was hand in his hair… and his head was pulled back to look at the man standing above him.

“What’s the matter, Malfoy?” Harry asked, feigning concern. “Isn’t this one of your fantasies you wank to? In your fantasies, don’t you beg for me to fuck you pretty face?”

The fist-full of hair tightened when the black-haired man above him started to get impatient, waiting for his answer.

“Y-yes…yes, sir,” whispered Draco.

Harry smiled. “Then, start begging, lovely.”

The unwanted shiver ran down Draco’s spine again and his face was burning. Just kill me now…

“’Please, Master. Let me suck your cock’ would be a good start,” Harry was getting impatient.

Draco felt the back of eyes begin to burn with tears. I can’t do this…I can’t…I can’t…

“Ah!” Draco screamed when Harry tightened his grip again. “Pl-please! Master…” Draco bit back a sob. “…let me suck you cock.”

“Tisk. Tisk, Malfoy,” Harry shook his head. “I know you can do better than that. You’re such a spoilt little brat, begging for your daddy to buy you thing. How about you use those skills now to get what you want because I know you want it.”

“Please, Harry!” Draco forced. “I want to suck your cock!”

“There’s a good pet!” Harry loosened his grip and ran his fingers through Draco’s blond locks. “You have my permission. Now, undo my trousers and suck me off.”

Draco looked down to Harry’s crotch and noticed the straining erection against the black material. He brought his hands up to Harry’s fly and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, and Harry hissed as his member fell out in front of Malfoy’s face.

Draco’s eyes widened as he drank in the view. Eight inches of red, hard dick. The very tip wet with precum and more beads forming and falling slowly at the slit.

Harry’s strong hand pushed the back of his head forward until his lips were against his balls. “Lick.”

And Draco did. The tip of his tongue just passing his lips as he chanced a taste, and he grew harder in his own trousers as his lungs filled with the musky scent that was purely Harry Potter. He grazed the heavy sack with his tongue before wrapping his lips around one and sucking lightly.

“See,” he heard the amusement in Harry’s voice. “I knew you liked it.”

He ignored the other man’s taunting, switching to the other side. The hand on the back of his head pulled him back to face the head of his cock again. “Now, show me how sorry you are.”

Draco slowly brushed the tip of his tongue along the slit, tasting the precum gathered. He pulled the head into his mouth with his tongue and started working his way down, careful not to graze anything with his teeth. He pulled back slowly, sucking hard, and Harry hissed, forcing himself back into Malfoy’s hot mouth. He pushed Draco’s head back until it was against the wall and almost violently forced the hard shaft back into his mouth. He kept the blond head still with his hand on top of his head and started pumping in and out none too gently.

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, trying to pull away, grabbing at the other man’s legs, and trying not to gag as Harry forced himself down his throat, but Harry was too strong. He felt his balls slapping against his chin with each harsh thrust Harry made and was far past humiliated.

“Beautiful…” Harry breathed. “…watching you get your face fucked against the wall. Just beautiful.”

Tears fell down Draco face from the humiliation and pain of having something so big shoved down his throat. It was easier on him just to give in to the undignified gurgling and gagging noises he was making, than to fight it.

When it all seemed as if he couldn’t take anymore, Harry let out a long, low moan and shot stream after stream of hot cum into his mouth and down his raw throat. And with several more slow thrusts, Harry pulled out. They stayed as they were for several more minutes while Harry regained control of his breathing.

Draco looked back up from the floor to Harry’s flaccid dick next to his face, back down…and back up again before finally making the decision to shakily bring his hands back up to the other’s trousers and tuck him back in. He stood and zipped and buttoned the trousers back up and moved to shakily walk away, but Harry pushed him back to the wall, more gently this time, but didn’t dare chance a look at him.

After another moment, a strong, callous hand came up to brush the tears from the blond’s porcelain-smooth face. He pulled out a grey handkerchief and started wiping at Draco’s mouth and nose. The same hand that helped clean his face, wrapped around his own that hung still and cold on one side of his body. The grey handkerchief was tucked into his hand and closed around it.

He looked up into warm green eyes and an even warmer smile.

“Let this be your punishment,” said Harry quietly. He moved in, closing the distance between them, and kissed Draco softly. “Meet me tomorrow on the seventh floor.”

Draco knew this wasn’t an option. “What time?”

Harry smiled, brushing the back of his fingers against Draco’s cheek. “Eleven-thirty. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” Draco averted his eyes and smirked.

Harry chuckled. “Good,” he grabbed Draco’s straining cock through his trousers and rubbed at his gently. Draco whimpered and would have fallen had Harry not have pressed himself against the shorter man. “Be a good boy all day tomorrow for me, and I’ll make sure you’re greatly rewarded.”

Draco mewled softly, and Harry attacked his mouth again, before suddenly leaving him cold against the wall.

“Bloody poltergeist!” came the caretaker’s voice from down the Trophy Hall, the footfalls of the man coming in fast.

Harry was already at his trophy again, pretending that he had been cleaning the trophy the entire time, and Draco quickly hurried over to his. No need to get into any more trouble than he already was.

“Up! The both of you!” Filch barked, obviously very angry about something. He pulled out their wands and returned them. He waved a hand at the buckets and trophies on the floor. “Pick this mess up and go to your dorms!”

They cleaned up and as they started walking off, he called out to them. “And if anyone asks, you served your punishment.”

Draco followed behind Harry none too closely, but close enough to hear the low chuckle from the black-haired man.

Harry glanced over his shoulder. “Some more so than others.”

END (but I'll probably make another chapter to this.)