What the Devil Wants

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It was suicide.

He knew it was the moment he’d taken the first tentative steps into the Slytherin Quidditch Team’s locker room. However it was a necessary evil. He needed to be in Snape’s extra credit classes, and he was willing to do anything to be so, even this.

After his last conversation with Snape, Harry had become more determined than ever to pursue the man. Harry hadn’t yet comprehended why he wanted the elder wizard; in fact the idea scared the hell out of him. Having read a little into his velvet sex diary however, Harry had narrowed his bizarre attraction to the Potion Professor down to being something to do with power. If power was a religion, and Harry was pretty sure it was in some parts of the world, then Severus Snape was its god. The wizard practically exuded power, but not with the normal haughtiness associated with having it. Snape carried his power well, with an enviable grace and fluidity that made him stand out. Perhaps Harry’s attraction to the man, was partially envy of his ability to use his power without directly drawing attention to it but whatever the reason behind the attraction it was there, and it was strong.

So strong Harry was willing to face his enemies, just for the opportunity to stay in the hunt.

Harry swallowed nervously as he glanced around the locker room. Just like the Gryfindor locker room, students roamed the steamy shower space in various degrees of undress. The team seemed jubilant over their latest win, and Harry was glad he hadn’t been on the loosing Hufflepuff team, who’d taken a battering. Inching his way carefully around the students, Harry sought out the familiar blonde mop of hair that defined his goal. Sure enough a flash of gold in the end shower cubical caught Harry’s attention and with a swift maneuver around a beefy looking goalkeeper made his way over to the cubicle. Pushing open the poor excuse for a door, Harry stepped inside the cubicle and slid off his invisibility cloak.

Draco Malfoy.

Just as Snape had suggested the boy was the embodiment of Harry’s needs. The blonde had a reputation, and was neither subtle nor private about the fact. Sure Pansy Parkinson was his constant, but the blonde’s bed was surely never cold even if Pansy wasn’t in it. It had however come somewhat as a shock to Harry to find the blonde liked men too. Rumor had it Draco was strictly a witch’s wizard. Harry stayed perfectly still as he stared at Draco’s naked back, as the blonde contentedly bathed himself under the hot spray of the shower. Harry spared a glance at the blonde’s backside, admiring the toned pert globes of Draco’s arse, that would, if allowed to, look brilliant in muggle jeans. Harry bit his lip and clutched his wand tight in his hand as Draco turned around, his eyes not quite registering he was not alone in his shower until Harry spoke.

“Shut up, and listen.” Draco slipped on the tiles and fell back against the wall in shock as he realized who was standing before him.

“Pot…” Recovering himself Draco went to spit out Harry’s name with its usual venom but Harry was quicker and slammed his hand down over Draco’s wet mouth. Putting all his weight against Draco, Harry affectively pinned the blonde to the tiled wall, completely ignoring the warm spray of the shower soaking through his clothes. Draco struggled but Harry had the upper hand over the naked boy. Staring into Draco’s angry blue eyes, Harry waited until the sounds outside died down before finally speaking, in a low whisper.

“I don’t care what you think of me, I need to stay in Snape’s class and that means doing my homework. I was told you were easy.” Harry stared unblinkingly into Draco’s unpleasant stare, waiting for the instant a flicker of understanding flashed in those icy blue eyes. The flicker Harry was waiting for happened quicker than he imagined. Harry wasn’t quick enough to hide his shocked expression on his face, before he felt Draco’s lips twitch up in a smile beneath his hand. Thinking he’d made a huge mistake Harry let go of Draco’s body abruptly and turned to leave but Draco’s arm shot out, to grab Harry’s waist and pull the shorter boy back flush against his chest. Harry froze as Draco’s arms draped over his shoulders, the blonde’s nimble fingers playing with the buttons on Harry’s now soaking shirt. Unable to breath with fear, Harry listened as Draco whispered in his ear.

“Not easy Potter, just not as choosey as some.” Harry swallowed hard as he felt Draco smile against his neck, the boy’s wet body pressed against the entire length of Harry’s back. “Now, we’ve established why you’ve come to me. Let’s establish a price for my services shall we? After all when a juicy bit of information like this falls in my lap, there is a temptation to just spread it around….”

Harry had predicted this and ground his teeth angrily as Draco swept a wet hand through Harry’s wet hair.

“What do you want?” Harry spat sourly over his shoulder at Draco who grinned like a cat that had swallowed a canary.

“Oh, there’s a lot of things I want Potter but I’m realistic enough to understand that even Malfoy’s can’t have everything,” Draco paused and pulled back from Harry, to lean almost casually against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle. Not wanting to have his back to the blonde any longer than necessary, Harry turned around to face Draco. “But there is something you can do for me to buy my silence.” Harry rolled his eyes as Draco reached down between his legs and gave his flaccid member an almost casual squeeze.

“I was going to give you that anyway Draco, that was the point of coming to see you in the first place. To do my homework remember?” Harry huffed contemptibly as Draco smiled darkly to himself. Reaching forward, Draco grabbed Harry’s collar and pulled the boy down to his knees in front of him. Harry obediently allowed himself to be maneuvered into position; his face now inches from Draco’s prick. Harry briefly allowed himself to look at the other boy’s penis. Considering Draco had a reputation he wasn’t much to look at, in fact Harry was pretty sure he was bigger if that counted for anything. Harry had never been face to face with another man’s member before, sure he’d seen them in the locker room and in the dorm, and he’d imagined doing things to other people’s but he’d never touched. Swallowing nervously Harry watched through the hot water still streaming down on top of him, as Draco squeezed himself again, hard enough that Harry winced in sympathy.

“What are you doing?” Harry muttered as Draco began fisting himself in a rather rough manner. Despite the reddening skin, Draco’s cock was actually beginning to swell and Harry was rather disturbed at the image.

“Despite your own delusions that everyone’s in love with you, I for one don’t find you even remotely attractive Potter. However for the sake of your homework assignment I require a hard on, so shut up and instead of watching me wank listen to what I want from you in exchange for my service.” Harry gritted his teeth and glared up at Draco, pointedly ignoring Draco’s rapidly hardening shaft despite how intrigued Harry was.

“I thought this was what you wanted?” Harry ground out as he shook some water out of his eyes, silently cursing the fact he was on his knees in front of a Malfoy. Draco snorted in a really undignified manner, before rolling his eyes contemptibly.

“Hardly Potter, my silence is worth more than a blow job from a virgin.” Draco let go of his now hardened cock that sprang out from a dusting of blonde curls at its base. Harry opened his mouth to defend himself but Malfoy was quicker and having reached around to the back of Harry’s head, pulled the boy forward so that his cock bumped against Harry’s lips. “Save it Potter, I know you didn’t do that Ravenclaw girl. Who do you think she came to wet and unfulfilled after you failed to perform?” Again Harry opened his mouth to protest but it was a big mistake, as Draco shoved his prick in between Harry’s lips. All thought left Harry’s head as Draco’s thick shaft slid into his mouth. Harry had imagined doing this so many times, but never had it happened like this. Not knowing what to do Harry remained still, his mouth stretched wide with Draco’s salty, sour tasting cock resting heavy on his tongue. “Well come on Potter, suck me or we’ll be here all night.” Draco spat out, his fingers tightening in the hair at the back of Harry’s skull in an effort to encourage him to move. Fighting back a worried feeling in the pit of his stomach, Harry let his jaw slacken and began sliding his mouth up and down Draco’s shaft. It was an awkward movement, and Harry was trying to fight his gagging reflex as Draco began thrusting his hips forward, clearly unsatisfied with Harry’s pathetic attempt. Going limp Harry closed his eyes, as he let Draco use his mouth the blonde’s fingers at the back of his head guiding Harry’s movements. “Tight lips Potter, or I’ll not come and this will have been a wasted effort.” Fighting the urge not to bare his teeth, Harry tightened the ‘o’ of his lips and was reward with a grunt of approval from Draco, who continued to piston his cock back and forth into Harry’s mouth. Feeling one of Draco’s hands move from the back of his head, Harry dared to open his eyes and watched as the blonde groped at his own sack, moments before Harry’s mouth was flooded with a bitter, vile tasting salty spray.

Choking Harry pulled away from Draco abruptly but before he could spit the substance out, Draco had bent over and grabbed him by the nose and clamped his hand over Harry’s mouth forcing the boy to swallow instinctively.

“Swallow it Potter, or you won’t have done your homework properly. That was the point of Snape setting it after all.” Once his was sure Harry had swallowed Draco let go of the other boy. Harry collapsed on the cold tiled floor, coughing loudly as he gasped for air and wretched at the foul tasting liquid that coating his tongue and throat.

“Yuck,” Harry hastily leaned his head up and caught some of the shower spray in his mouth in an effort to wash away the taste of Draco’s cream. Draco snorted above him in amusement before offering Harry a hand to stand up from the floor.

“It’s oral sex etiquette to swallow Potter, besides swallowing has its benefits.” Shutting off the water to the shower, Draco casually indicated to Harry’s wand before sauntering out of the cubicle and over to where his locker was. By now the locker room had emptied and so the pair of them were completely alone. Harry felt sick as he followed Draco out into the empty locker room, but he also felt kind of tingly as he clutched his wand. “Having someone else’s essence inside you, enhances your magic’s natural ability. Gives you an added boost of power. It only lasts until your bodies defenses combat it, but it’s good while it’s there.” Draco shrugged his shoulders casually as he began to towel himself dry. Tentatively Harry performed a drying spell on his clothes and was a little taken back by the surge of magic that tingled through his fingers as he performed the simple charm. Draco smiled smugly at Harry’s wonder. “Anyway, back to my repayment.” Draco muttered once he’d pulled on his slacks, and shirt. Harry bit his lip in concern as he picked up his invisibility cloak from the hook inside the shower cubicle where he’d draped it carefully earlier.

“What do you want?” Harry ground out beginning to lose his temper with Draco’s smugness.

“I’m a promise child Potter.” Draco’s simple explanation did little but go in one of Harry’s ears, and out the other. The difficulty with having been brought up as a muggle was that many things in the wizarding world that most wizards knew by a matter of course, Harry was completely unaware of until specifically told. Draco rolled his eyes at the blank expression on Harry’s face. “On my first birthday, my father promised my hand in marriage to someone as soon as I reached 18.” Harry watched as Draco flicked his wand at his own right hand. There was a slight popping sound, before a ring appeared on Draco’s ring finger. It was beautiful, a twisted weave of white gold, like a serpent with amber and emeralds, circling the entire band.

“You mean you’ve got an arranged marriage?” Harry muttered cautiously, not quite sure where this strange conversation was leading, and what it had to do with Harry’s payment for Draco’s services. Draco shrugged his shoulders casually as he pulled his cloak about his shoulders and fastened it securely.

“If that’s what muggles call it, then sure whatever. All you need to know is that come my 18th birthday I have to get married to someone I don’t want to.” Having shown Harry the ring, Draco was quick to re-charm it to disappear again. In the six years Harry had known Draco, never would he have imagined having this type of conversation with the blonde. And despite the slight romantic part of his heart that wept at being forced into marriage, Harry really couldn’t feel sympathetic for Draco’s situation.

“Alright, so what does that have to do with me?” Harry whispered as Draco locked his Quidditch things away before grabbing his school bag and tossing it over his shoulder. Following Draco back out onto the now empty Quidditch field, Harry wondered what Draco was getting at with his sob story.

“There is no legal way for a promise child to get out of marriage with their intended, except if the ‘intended’ nulls the contract voluntarily.” Harry’s gaze narrowed dangerously at Draco as the blonde paused halfway up the path back to the castle. The area was becoming more populated again, and it was obvious that Draco didn’t want to discuss this topic of conversation where others could hear it. Harry stared at Draco who sniffed and shifted the bag on his shoulder. “What I want you to do Potter, is to give my ‘intended’ something to want other than me, so that they null the contract.” With a smug smile Draco turned and continued up the path leaving Harry stunned and a little confused. Surely Draco couldn’t be suggesting what Harry thought he was.

“Hang on Malfoy, you’re saying you want me to seduce your ‘intended’ so that they cancel the contract your father made with them?” Harry snapped as he caught up with Draco on the steps back up into the main entrance hall of the castle.

“Seduce, love, fuck, hate? Personally I don’t care what you do to win him over, so long as he relinquishes the contract on my marriage to him.” Draco continued to walk across the entrance towards the great hall, where everyone was gathering for dinner.

“Hang on, that’s pretty steep price for just a blow job Mafloy.” Harry ground out beneath his breath, aware that there were students roaming the hall, and possibly listening to their conversation. Malfoy paused on the threshold of great hall to glance back at Harry with a smug smile.

“I told you my silence was expensive Potter, I did warn you.” With a shrug of his shoulders Malfoy turned to head for the Slytherin table but Harry lunged forward and grabbed Malfoy’s arm hard, jerking the blonde back around to face him.

“At least tell me who it is!” Potter ground out angrily beginning to get the feeling he’d been backed into a corner unknowingly. A wide Slytherin smile exploded onto Draco’s face, and Harry knew instantly he’d been done. As if in slow motion Draco turned his gaze towards the top end of the hall, Harry’s eyes following the line of the blonde’s to fall on the teacher’s table. Sure enough, to Harry’s horror Draco’s gaze settled on the tall, dark looming figure of one Severus Snape.

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TBC>>>>>

A/N Amusing title, but rather interesting chapter I think.....Anyway hope you're all still enjoying this. I seem to have lost a few of you along the way but maybe it's that busy time of year and everyones got RL to content with.

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