Just Punishment

This story is an answer to a challenge issued by A of the Queens of Angst. Details of the challenge are at the end of the story. It was red-moused by Jilliane Thank you J.

Just Punishment

Stuck in the Middle With You

It all started in the year after the war, this whatever-it-was, between Harry and Draco.

The older boy had come to Harry in the newly outfitted eighth year dorms, to thank Harry for his words on behalf of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy in front of the Wizengamot, and Harry had watched Malfoy ease into the subject, with his hands behind his back and his head down. The petulant point of his chin had been covered by his robe's collar, his face by the longer hair he had decided to grow over the intervening months. Malfoy had been scarred by the Fiendfyre let loose by his now dead friend, Crabbe, and Harry could just see the shining, wrinkled skin at his throat.

Harry waited as the scion of the Malfoy clan hemmed and hawed over a such a simple phrase. He supposed it was easier for the blonde to act on his feelings, just as it was for Harry. He rose from his seat on the bed and watched as Malfoy's eyes widened with a fleeting expression that Harry recognised but could not name. It was one that was similar to Ginny's when she wanted something but knew it to be beyond her means.

Except the currency that Harry dealt in, at least in this situation, was quite far from monetary, though avarice did play a role in it. Harry had wanted Draco Malfoy since his sixth year and he decided that evening he would have him.

Harry pressed Draco against the door, casting a silencing ward, one he had learned so he could grab some alone time in his new home, the Weasley-crowded Burrow. His lips descended on Draco's with a forceful, nearly painful friction. Draco groaned and drew Harry to himself, fingers scrabbling for purchase as Harry parted his lips with his tongue. Harry broke from the kiss long enough to whisper, "I'm going to fuck you, Malfoy"

Draco had nodded mutely, and had doffed his robes in silence. He stood before Harry completely nude, his sun-kissed skin blazing with heat, the burn scar that ran down his side and arm glistening in the candlelight. Harry had traced the other scar with his tongue, the one he had inflicted with the Half Blood Prince's spell, and finally knelt before Malfoy. He took Malfoy's already tumescent cock in his mouth, sucking it with a force that pulled the first precious drops of Malfoy's essence onto Harry's waiting tongue. Draco exhaled, "Fuck, Potter. Your mouth feels so... good."

Harry sucked, licked, and nibbled, pulling long moans from Draco's throat as he serviced him. Malfoy grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and thrust madly, almost choking Harry with the first pulsating wave of spunk that shot to the back of the younger man's throat. Harry drank it down and then pulled away commanding, "Kiss me. I want you to taste yourself on me."

Malfoy bent and complied, greedily sucking the salty bitterness off Potter's lips. Harry was the first to break from the kiss. "I want to be inside you. I want to come in you."

"Have you ever... been with... a man before?" Malfoy asked.

Harry sighed, "No, you're my first... everything."

Harry could see the desire increase as Draco's pulse peaked, the throbbing of his heart evident at the juncture of his throat. Draco finally said, "I'll tell you what to do so you don't hurt me, but gods help me, I want to feel your cock in me. I want you to bathe my arse with your come."

Harry's cock twitched as Draco reclined on the bed, arse up in the air. Draco instructed him in the lubricating spells to cast. Harry aimed at both his cock and then Draco's rosette, washing both with a glistening flow of moisture. Harry slid one finger inside Draco's hole and then another, twitching and flexing them until Draco remained open and his voice filled the room with the exigency of his desire. Harry took his cock in his fist and in moments he was in the tightest bit of heaven he had ever been in. He stroked down and then up, relishing the way Malfoy's muscles milked him as he ploughed the blond man's tight arse. Harry's movements became erratic as Draco began bucking against him in an effort to maximise his own pleasure. Harry closed his eyes and shouted as he poured himself into the prone body.

When he opened his eyes, Draco had risen from the bed. With a wave of his wand, the eighth year dorm faded and the glamour that made Malfoy appear younger than his twenty eight years fell away.

"That was your fantasy?" Malfoy's tone was scornful. "No, fanfare, no threesomes, not even mild bondage. Just you as a virgin? On a table of sublime French desserts, Harry, you are the vanilla pudding. Next time we meet in the Room of Requirement, I get to show you one of my fantasies."

"You liked it enough to come," Potter shrugged, rolling over on his side and watching as his lover of six months donned his teaching robes. Harry cast a Tempus charm and cursed as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Shite, you let me take too long. I'll barely have time to shower before my next class and no time after. I'm supposed to meet Ginny. It's her time to ovulate, and we don't want to miss it this month."

"Yes, you must wash off my scent before then. Your wifey mustn't know you've shagged the Potions Master just a few hours before going to her bed." Malfoy's sneering tone stung Harry. "I hope you're successful this time. Merlin knows I don't want to think about you and the Weaslette shagging away so you can repopulate the world."

How had he come to this? Harry wondered. Until six months ago, Harry had been happily married to Ginny, had never strayed from his vows, had felt himself complete. And then this... thing between him and Draco had grown. He knew he didn't love Ginny any less, he just wanted Malfoy as well. The guilt he felt was tempered with the burning desire he barely contained for the man who stood before him. Draco was a drug, and Harry was addicted. He waited until Malfoy left, and then pulled on his clothes, wearing his shame and lust like a cloak as he exited the scene of his latest crime.

He had to confess everything to Ginny. It was the only way to save his marriage.

&*&*&

Draco entered the Quidditch lockers, hoping to catch the instructor alone. For a few months now, he had been shagging Potter's wife. He loved the idea of fucking her while Potter's come seeped from him. The notion made him rock hard and randy as hell.

He entered the small office below the Quidditch stands, gratified to hear the adjacent shower running already. He slipped out of his robes, and slung off his dragon hide boots for the second time that day, and then entered the small alcove. Ginny turned to greet him, her red-gold hair plastered against her body as if she were Venus rising from the foam. Draco was ready for her, and after casting a quick birth control charm on himself, he lifted her up, thrusting into her welcoming warmth as his arse squelched with her husband's essence. He ploughed her well, drawing small squeals and louder wails from her as he strove to bring her to completion. At some point, he thought he heard a door open, but couldn't move as Ginevra shouted and clamped around him like a hot, wet vise. He spilled into her, forgetting the outside world, revelling in the feel of her sweet wetness. The only thing that felt as good as Ginny Potter's pussy, was the slide of Harry Potter's cock in and out of him. He wished he could have both at the same time, but knew that it was a dream that would most likely go unfulfilled, if Potter's fantasy were any indication.

When they were finished, they both cleansed each other, drawing out their stolen pleasure with soap slick hands and questing fingers. Ginny looked at the hour, measured by an arcane Muggle timepiece and cursed, hastily donning her clothes as she pushed Malfoy to leave. "You have to go. Harry said he'd meet me for tea. I don't want both of you here. It would be too... kinky."

Draco exited the office with a warbling whistle, unaware of eyes that followed his progress back to the school proper, unaware that his perfidy had been witnessed by none other than Harry , husband to Ginevra and his own secret lover.

Things were going to get very interesting at Hogwarts.

A's challenge:


Harry and Ginny are, essentially, happily married, just because they've been seeing someone else doesn't mean they love one another any less, and neither has ever had any thought of leaving.

Harry and Ginny are friends as well as spouses....it was the foundation for their marriage, so even though they're both momentarily shocked at one another's actions, they work it out, and realise that Draco has been using them both.

They plot revenge. This can be as nasty, cold, calculating, funny, deadly, etc. as you like, but I would like to see some humour at some point in the story.

There must be at least one het scene and one slash scene. These can be in flashbacks, dreams, or whatever you want, but must be included in the story. A 3-some, as part of the revenge is also a possibility, but if you do a 3-some, you must also choose at least one of the other scenes, het or slash, your choice.


Dialogue prompts:


"Erm....I have something to tell you...."


"That fucking little ferret!"


"Wait.....let's do this together!"


"Oh Dra-a-a-a-co......" (singsong voice)