Madame Scarlet's

Author's Note: Many thanks to Laurel for her help on this one. She's a lifesaver and a smutsaver too!

Chapter 10 First

Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she saw Harry smile as much as he had been smiling all that morning through Potions and even continuing into Transfigurations where Malfoy joined them yet again. Even now, sitting across from her at lunch with Malfoy at his side the boy was practically beaming. Ron found it rather sickening and was still bewildered from the seemingly fast turn of events and the sudden changes in their behavior toward one another, but Hermione couldn’t be happier for her friend. Still, that logical part of her mind whispered that it could all still end horribly given who Harry’s new paramour was and how quickly their relationship had manifested. In her studies, she had read that the pull from a Mate was undeniable, but that didn’t prevent her from worrying that things could easily go belly up between the previously rivaling boys.

“So, what are your plans for this afternoon?” she asked the pair.

Harry’s blush gave her all the answer she needed. By the way they clung to each other’s hands at every opportunity seemed to keep the Incubus traits appeased for the time being but she had a feeling that wouldn’t last long. She could tell that Harry was still leery about the whole thing, but he obviously liked Malfoy and, even though he refused to go into detail about it, it sounded as if Harry had already had sex with the Slytherin once before, so she didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Although, that might have to do with the fact that she was now having sex with Ron, otherwise she might feel the need for Harry to wait as she once had. She found that being this blissfully happy made her want everyone around her to experience the same happiness; it was too good not to share.

“I have detention with Snape tonight,” Harry finally replied, his tone bitter, “but Draco’s meeting me before.” He looked sheepishly away from the table and cleared his throat. “Ron, would you mind keeping the other boys out of the dorm just after dinner?”

“What?” Ron asked, his head flying up. He’d barely touched his food, which was extremely unusual for the boy, and had been trying rather hard not to listen to the conversation being had around him. “You want to… in our room… but, Harry, why can’t you just shag Malfoy in the Room of Requirement like me and Hermione?!” he demanded.

Hermione swatted him sharply on the arm as a few Gryffindors decided to join their conversation, or at least listen into it. The word ‘shag’ seemed to get people’s attention even from the other end of the hall.

“Just for that, Ronald,” she hissed, “you’ll be going without for awhile.”

“Mione,” he whined. “I just don’t want to know that they’ve been… you know… in my room. Harry’s bed is right next to mine!”

“Maybe we should start in Weasley’s bed,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, but the other pair heard them easily enough.

“Malfoy,” Hermione reprimanded sternly while Ron gaped and shuddered at the idea of sleeping in sheets covered in Malfoy juices.

Harry chuckled under his breath while Draco looked on triumphantly. “We could use the Room of Requirement. It will be quieter there,” Harry suggested, trying to keep the peace. His boyfriend, if that was what Draco was to him now, would certainly keep things interesting in their motley crew.

“That might be best,” Hermione agreed. She knew her boyfriend would come around to the idea of Harry and Malfoy together, but she didn’t think it was necessary to push his buttons so early on in their relationship.

“Fine,” Draco sighed melodramatically, as if it were some nuisance to fuck Harry in a private room that would be made just for them. Harry seemed amused though, so Hermione let it be. They were an unlikely pair for sure, but something told her that under the right circumstances, Harry and Draco could have a relationship that rivaled the romance of even great literary couples. Either way, it appeared they were fated for one another, so she was happy they were making the most of it.

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The end of the day couldn’t come fast enough for Draco, who fidgeted all though dinner and barely touched even a bite of his raspberry tart -a favorite of his. He wanted so badly to feel Potter’s heated flesh against his own, but he was still nervous about bottoming for the raven-haired boy.

They’d been inseparable since he woke to find Harry in his bed that morning, but he didn’t want the Gryffindor around any of his cunning friends, so he had chosen to sit with Harry and his friends, at lunch and the rest of their classes that day. He’d rather put up with Granger’s prattling and Weasley’s scowls than go even a moment without Harry at his side now that he finally seemed to have him. He knew detention was going to be torture for him, having to imagine all the ways Snape was defiling his beautiful Mate while he waited for Harry in the Room of Requirement. His entire body shook with rage just thinking about it, but they had a plan.

Together after dinner they would seal their relationship and there was nothing Snape would be able to do about that. It would leave Harry’s Incubus traits far more dormant then they would otherwise be if left alone with the Potions Master. It would seem innocent enough, and given the tender situation between Draco and his father, he still had to uphold pretenses that he was willing to assist his father in attaining Harry, at least until he thought of some way out of it.

“Are you okay?” Harry whispered delicately into Draco’s ear so that his friends couldn’t listen in.

“Fine,” Draco replied. “Nervous,” he admitted quickly afterward, the word slipping unbidden from his lips. He had been doing far too much of that, letting his heart spill out to the Gryffindor. There was something about him though, something that just made Draco feel safe and warm and loved –as if he could tell the boy anything. But he knew too well that there was no such thing as unconditional love, every affection had a breaking point and he didn’t intend on finding Harry’s. As such, he wished he could turn his own mental filter back on and stop telling the boy everything he was thinking.

“We’ve already seen each other naked,” Harry teased. “And I already know what you like. What’s there to worry over?”

“It’s just… it’s different this time,” Draco replied sullenly. He didn’t like carrying the weight of his emotions for the world to see, least of all his Mate –the one and only person that could make him feel naked and vulnerable, even when he was fully clothed.

Harry seemed to ponder his words and eventually nodded. “It is different,” he admitted. “It’s better.”

“So what, you don’t wish Snape was there?” Draco teased, but Hermione overheard and glared at her friend.

“Was Snape there the last time? Is that why you won’t talk about it?” she demanded, looking as furious as if it had been her who was forced to suck the Potion master’s cock.

“Butt out, Mione,” Harry warned, his eyebrows narrowing.

“I most certainly will not,” she hissed. “If Professor Snape forced himself on you then you need to go to the authorities. That’s an abuse of his position.”

“He didn’t force himself on me,” Harry stated plainly, and Draco squeezed his hand for reassurance. “That’s the problem.”

“But Harry, surely you can’t mean that you… and Snape… willingly…” she stammered, suddenly sounding a lot like Ron.

“That’s exactly what I mean. I don’t intend on it happening again, though. Now that Draco and I are together there will be no one else,” he replied.

“Unless we feel like spicing things up,” Draco amended.

“No. One. Else,” Harry corrected with a look of warning to his Mate.

“Mmmhmm. We’ll see what you say five years from now when we’ve fucked in every way imaginable and you’re bored,” Draco huffed, smirking as Ron whimpered and covered his poor innocent ears from the onslaught of unneeded information. He could have gone his entire life without picturing Harry with Snape and then all the odd positions he imagined Harry and Malfoy in after hearing the blond’s words –it was all too much.

“You think you’ll get bored of me?” Harry demanded.

“No, I think we’ll get bored. I just don’t think we should close off all our options. Who knows, maybe one day Granger will want to join us,” Draco replied with a wicked grin.

Hermione gasped at the insinuation and Ron leaned forward, maneuvering to put his own body in front of his girlfriend. “You won’t be laying even a single evil finger on her, Malfoy,” Ron growled in response.

“Perhaps both of you then, though you’ll have to keep that freckled dick away from me,” he instigated, unable to divert years of practice taunting the redhead.

Harry yanked him up from the bench and shot his friends an apologetic look before marching out of the Great Hall with Draco being led roughly along beside him. They only got to the first alcove outside the door before Harry shoved the blond against the wall and glared at him menacingly. “Do you always need to do that? Those are my best friends, Malfoy. If you want to be with me you need to respect them.”

“I was just having a bit of fun. Weasley is too easy to goad,” Draco defended. “It’s hardly my fault that he has so many buttons.”

Harry released Draco and ran his hands through his already mussed up hair. His posture seemed to slump and he looked defeated. “This isn’t going to work,” he whispered, more to himself than Draco.

“What?” Draco asked, his heart rate escalating in his panic. “What do you mean?”

“We’re from two different worlds. You’re never going to be the humble, good-natured wizard that I need you to be and I’ll never be the vindictive Slytherin the Sorting hat tried to make me,” he sighed, backing away from the blond.

“Harry,” Draco begged, unable to find the right words to express how stupid he thought the Gryffindor was being without further offending him. “We’re made for each other, can’t you see that?”

“All I see is distance between us, Malfoy, and I’m too tired to walk that far,” he replied before turning away and heading further into the castle.

Excruciating pain, both physical and emotional, shot through Draco’s body at Harry’s departure and he wasn’t going to let the moral Gryffindor turn him away so easily, not after dangling a taste of what they could be together right in front of him.

He ran after the boy, switching their earlier positions and pinning Harry to the wall instead. “Don’t do this,” he demanded. “Don’t throw this away so carelessly.”

“It just won’t work,” Harry sighed, feeling unfortunately blissful in Draco’s strong grip. “We’ll both end up getting hurt in the end,” he reasoned, just as much for his own benefit as for Draco’s.

Harry gasped as Draco crashed his lips harshly against his own. Draco’s flavor coated his tongue as the boy devoured him as if his life depended on possessing every inch of Harry’s mouth. It was only a fleeting moment before Harry was returning the passionate kiss, unable to resist the pull of his Mate; his love for Draco seemed to be unavoidable, especially when he kissed him this way.

When Draco pulled away it was only to tug Harry away from the wall as they made their way quickly upstairs to the seventh floor. The door to the Room of Requirement appeared without any problem, and, as soon as they made it inside, the boys were ripping at one another’s clothing until they were left panting and naked and too far apart.

It was like an explosion when they collided, two bodies made up of frazzled nerve endings just searching for a way to release the energy. Harry’s hands went directly into Draco’s platinum mane, pulling the boy into a fierce kiss, while Draco’s hands wound around Harry’s waist before trailing down to dig sharp fingernails into Harry’s bare arse.

Harry moaned into his mouth as he slinked a single hand down to press their growing erections together. The friction was perfect, sending a shiver down Draco’s spine and making Harry’s eyes flutter until he pushed Draco away from him and to the bed, staring at the wide gray eyes of his Mate as he sat expectantly on the edge waiting for him. “This doesn’t mean anything,” he rasped before straddling Draco’s lap and lunging at his mouth again. “This is just the Incubus, not me.”

“You are the Incubus, Harry, just as I am mine. I want you, I want this,” Draco gasped as Harry leaned awkwardly down to divert his attention from Draco’s swollen lips to his hardening nipples. Draco arched his back up to meet the probing mouth supporting his weight on his arms behind him and grinding his teeth together to keep from screaming out. Every sensation with Harry was triple the pleasure he received from shagging just any old student, it was as if Harry knew exactly what to do with that clever mouth and relished in the way Draco reacted to every new touch.

Draco pushed back further into the bed and sat propped up on a lump of pillows before pulling Harry in close to him again. “I don’t want a relationship that revolves around sex,” Harry sighed, raking his nails down Draco’s back in response to the blond’s frantic sucking at his exposed neck. He ground himself into the other boy’s lap, smirking when Draco’s head fell away from his throat to catch his breath from the heady sensation.

“When the sex is this good, we can afford to work on the other stuff,” Draco countered, his nimble fingers wrapping around Harry’s cock in the same moment Harry shifted back so that there was room for Harry’s hand to clutch him in return. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll put my clothes on and leave,” Draco whispered into his ear as he slowly pumped Harry’s length with his fist.

“Could you really do that?” Harry asked skeptically as he mirrored Draco’s movements, their hands brushing sensually along one another’s abdomens as they worked. “I’m not sure I could.”

“Maybe my willpower is stronger than yours,” Draco gloated until his head fell back again when Harry squeezed him tightly in response to that challenge.

“I think you’re wrong,” Harry whispered against his ear, using his other hand to explore the rest of Draco’s naked flesh. He was stunning, head to toe pale and gleaming, his entire body seemingly devoid of hair except the brilliant blond tuft at the base of his cock. Harry relished in the gift of being able to caress that smooth as silk skin and call it his.

Draco Malfoy was his, Harry owned him as surely as he owned his own soul. Every drop of sweat dripping down the blond’s face, every strand of angelic hair on the boy’s head, every pant that seemed to whisper his name on the air belonged to him. “You’re mine,” Harry breathed into the boy’s ear. “All mine.”

“Yes,” Draco replied with a weak nod, his body was already tensing and getting close to climax; Harry’s possessive tone nearly sent him over the edge.

With slow precision, Harry pushed Malfoy down into the mattress, before moving lower on the boy’s body while Draco simply stared curiously up at him. “Do you trust me?” Harry asked and Draco simply nodded, his hair lovely and disheveled from Harry’s attention.

He pulled at one of Draco’s knees, bringing it into the air and he nipped along the inside of Draco’s thigh, making the boy squirm. As he grew closer to the blond’s straining groin he started biting harder, and Draco’s breathing grew more rapid. Just when the Slytherin thought he’d reached the highest plateau of pleasure, Harry took him higher when his mouth closed around his pulsating cock. The feeling was too much and Draco worried that he would explode too soon, ending their fun before it had really begun.

Harry wouldn’t allow that, however, and immediately began tugging sharply on Draco’s balls to bring him back to Earth before devouring him again. When Draco felt Harry’s finger breach him, he didn’t know what was happening at first. All he knew was that by some magnificent force his pleasure was heightened once more. Never had he been filled with such a wanton abandon, but he found himself grinding down on Harry’s finger, pleading for more.

Everything was so sharp and clear in his mind that Draco could even feel Harry smiling around his erection as he pressed second and then third finger to join the first. Harry was going to fuck him and Draco couldn’t bring himself to mind anymore. In fact, when the fingers pulled away, Draco found himself whimpering for the pressure to fill him once more, though when he felt Harry line himself up at Draco’s entrance, his fear immediately resumed and he felt his body tense up again.

“Do you trust me?” Harry asked soothingly, running his fingertips along Draco’s heaving chest. “I promise to be gentle.”

Draco released a deep breath and relaxed slightly before giving him a curt nod, indicating that he was ready, and Harry pushed into him, his size a vast contrast to the ease with which he slipped his fingers inside of him. Wincing against the sudden onslaught of pain, Draco closed his eyes tightly, but, with his legs locked Harry in position inside him when he tried to pull out.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry whispered, trying not to move.

“I was much rougher with you, Harry,” Draco told him, as if that made the pain more appropriate.

“But I,” he began until Draco cut him off with a lust coated glare.

“Just fuck me, Harry,” he groaned and Harry obliged, pushing himself all the way inside the waiting Slytherin. Harry pulled out and pushed back in slowly, this time adjusting his angle so that when he thrust back in, he hit that perfect spot that made Draco cry out. “Oh, Merlin, yes!”

Harry smiled and picked up his pace and before long he was pounding into the blond’s tight hole as he lifted them both off the bed with his movements. Draco’s body felt so good, like nothing Harry had ever experienced before as he sheathed himself inside the glowing boy over and over again.

It took only one stroke of Harry’s strong grip on Draco’s throbbing cock to send the boy over the edge, which in turn took Harry with him into shuddering orgasmic bliss. “I love you, Harry,” Draco panted as Harry fell on top of him and Draco wrapped his arms around the boy’s back.

“I love you, too,” Harry whispered, kissing a sweaty spot on Draco’s chest.

“So then you won’t leave me?” Draco inquired, their argument now forefront in his mind after his body had been sated.

“It doesn’t appear that I’m capable of that,” Harry teased, smiling up at his Mate before kissing him tenderly.

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Draco’s clutch on Harry’s hand grew more insistent as they got closer to the Dungeons and the Potion Master’s waiting form. They were already late, a fact that neither Harry nor Draco thought they would escape punishment for, even though it was only Harry that had the detention in the first place. He didn’t know what to expect, and worried that his godfather was going to hurt his Mate in return for trying to keep the boy off limits from him.

He could feel Harry growing tenser beside him. They already discussed that whatever happened in that room wouldn’t affect their relationship, but he knew Harry was nervous that it would and, honestly, Draco was nervous as well. He knew the power that boiled in the veins of the older Potions Master, and he also knew how seductive and conniving his father could be; together they were a deadly pair and it was almost assured he would lose Harry to them one way or another.

“I love you,” Draco whispered desperately as Harry reached for the doorknob. He never thought he would find a person he could be so honest with and he didn’t want to lose that feeling.

Harry pulled his hand back and instead brought Draco closer, placing a soft kiss on his temple. “I love you, too. You don’t have to worry about me. I can stand up to Snape.”

Draco sighed and nodded. If anyone could it was Harry Potter, but unlike his Mate, Severus and Lucius would fight dirty. “Go, before I change my mind and steal you away.”

With a reassuring, but anxious smile, Harry walked into the Potions classroom, staring in dismay at the sight before him. A large wooden structure was erected in the center of the room, thick leather straps hung from each corner, their heavy metal buckles shining in the dim light of the room. In addition to the frightening display –something he might not mind exploring with Draco but certainly didn’t wish to be strapped into by Snape- was the professor himself, his cloak discarded in exchange for tight leather pants, and pants alone.

Draco’s hand tightened around Harry’s so forcefully that it hurt the boy, and without a word he tried to pull Harry away from the scene before them. A silent spell from Snape’s wand had them rooted to the spot, however, and within moments he was levitating them both to hover right before him.

“Well, this is an interesting development,” Snape noted wickedly. “One that your father will no doubt find fascinating.”

“Leave Harry alone,” Draco managed to spit out before a rag flew from the table behind them and wrapped tightly around Draco’s mouth, effectively gagging him. Another bit of cloth followed suit and Harry was silenced in a similar manner.

“Yes, I do believe I’ll be enjoying myself this evening. I have two young whores to play with instead of only one,” he mused aloud, his voice melodic and sweet in contrast to his twisted words. “Whatever shall I do?” he asked no one in particular, his tone dropping to that biting octave he only used when reprimanding Potter. “Who wants to go first?”

Author's Note: So I've been slacking with my cliffhangers of late. How is this one for ya?