Time Management

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Draco looked around quickly, taking in the room. He was in his room, or his old room that is to say. He was in the Head Boy's room. He moved quickly to the door and pulled, but it wouldn't budge. He was locked in.

Draco took a deep breath and sat down on the bed to wait. He had known something like this would happen, but he hadn't perhaps considered all the consequences. The fire that had been in Harry's eyes was something he'd never seen before.

Draco sat on the bed, waiting for what he knew must be coming. There was no way the new Potter would let him do something like this and get away with it.

Draco sat in the room in complete silence for several minutes, waiting for the other shoe to drop. After five minutes, he began to wonder what was going on.

Where was Potter? Why wasn't he killing him? Maybe he'd decided to do something else... These thoughts ran through Draco's head as he sat, alone, on the bed.

He was just about ready to try the door again when a cold voice cut through the room, startling him quite well.

"I suppose you thought that was terribly funny." The voice was dripping with malice and sarcasm was laced through every word. Draco was so caught off-guard that he had to remind himself to breathe. He could handle this.

"In a word," Draco drawled, "yes." He didn't turn but he could feel Harry moving behind him. He felt the bed depress as Harry climbed on to it behind him.

"And you think you can just get away with it?" Harry asked in a cold, dangerous voice. He was now pressed up against Draco and his hot breath washed over Draco's neck.

Draco closed his eyes, forcing his mind back to the plan. He had to stay focused or it would never work. "Well, I am a Malfoy," he said condescendingly.

Draco could almost feel the anger radiating off Harry. He silently prayed that he wasn't really going to be killed for this.

In a split second, Draco was on his back with a furious Harry straddling him, holding him down. Harry's emerald green eyes had turned to a dark forest green in his anger. They bored holes into Draco's skin.

Draco fidgeted slightly under his glare, wondering what Harry was going to do to him. Harry glanced down at his wand that was lying on the bedside table then back at Draco.

"Incarcerous," he said. Black silk ties flew out of Harry's wand and wound themselves over Draco's wrists and around the bed posts, successfully tying him to the bed. He tugged at the bonds, but they held tight.

He'd been in this situation once before, but then Harry hadn't been quite so angry. He now watched Harry warily, unsure of what his goal was.

Harry leaned in over Draco, staring down at him. His eyes were still narrowed with anger. Draco watched him nervously.

Harry moved in and licked Draco's bottom lip roughly. Draco opened his mouth, but Harry didn't kiss him. Instead he moved over to his neck and scraped it with his teeth, causing Draco to gasp.

"And do you think," Harry whispered harshly, "that being a Malfoy has anything to do with how I treat you?"

He nipped Draco's neck forcefully, a bit harder than was necessary. Draco gasped again, at both the pain and the pleasure. Harry was not touching him otherwise, and it was driving him insane.

"It should," Draco replied, forcing himself to think rationally again. He felt Harry pause just below his ear. Then he licked the shell of his ear and pulled on his earlobe. Draco moaned softly.

"Why is that?" Harry whispered into his ear, sending shivers all down his body. "Because I care about your name more than I care about you? Or because I get to say, I fuck Draco Malfoy whenever I want."

Draco swallowed with difficulty as it was getting harder to breathe. Harry licked a path from Draco's shoulder to his ear. Draco trembled at the touch, trying to control his body. He pulled at his bonds once more, but they held fast.

Harry sat up then and magicked Draco's clothes off without a word. He then removed his own shirt and pants. He ran his hands over Draco's pale body and up with chest. Draco groaned and arched into his touch, wanting more.

"Please," Draco breathed quietly.

"Please what?" Harry asked in a harsh, demanding voice.

Draco whimpered as Harry's hand caught on his nipple as they traveled upwards. "Please," he gasped, trying to stop himself, "fuck me." The last part came out as a whisper. Harry smirked and leaned in closer, kissing his jawbone.

"All in good time," he said. He moved back, away from Draco's body and Draco whimpered at the loss. He pulled off his boxer shorts then moved back forward. Draco was panting harshly by now and his erection begged for attention. Attention Harry was unwilling to give.

Harry's kissed Draco's throat, then his jawbone, all the while ignoring the rest of his body. Draco ached to be touched, but his bonds restrained him from moving much. Harry moved back and looked Draco straight in the eyes.

"~~Do you want me to fuck you, Draco Malfoy?~~" he hissed in parseltongue. Draco didn't know what he was saying but it definitely didn't help his now throbbing erection.

"~~Do you want me to ride you until your ass is so sore you can't sit down?~~" Harry sucked on Draco's neck bruisingly, making sure to leave a mark. Draco arched his body into Harry's as he hissed so sexily in the snake language.

Harry moved down Draco' body, coming to the dusty pink nipples. He bit and sucked until they were completely hard. Draco moaned and writhed underneath him. His hands were still tied above his head, preventing him from doing what he wanted.

"Fuck, Harry!" Draco cried out as Harry bit down on his skin. Harry quickly soothed the spot with his tongue, but couldn't help giving a tongue in cheek smile at Draco. Draco narrowed his eyes at him.

He knew why he was torturing him so much. Revenge. He hated Potter so much, and yet he didn't. He hated to admit it, but he enjoyed the sex, despite him having to be a bottom. If he got his way, he wouldn't be a bottom much longer.

Harry kissed his way back up Draco's body, ignoring his pleas. He moved up his neck, nibbling and licking. Draco was breathing hard and his eyes were half closed. Harry swiped his tongue over Draco's bottom lip, before sucking it into his mouth.

Then he kissed Draco, hard, possessively. His tongue thrust itself deep into the caverns of Draco's mouth. He tasted all there was of Draco, entwining their tongues in a frantic battle. Harry's hands were now in Draco's hair, tugging at it.

Draco moaned into the kiss as Harry's tongue swirled around it, sucking and nibbling on his lower lip. He desperately wished he could run his hands over Harry's tanned and toned body.

After a few minutes of fervid kissing, Harry pulled away with a groan from Draco. He finally moved his hands lower to wrap around Draco's fully hard and leaking cock. He began to rub slowly, just enough to enhance his erection but not bring any kind of satisfaction.

"Please, Har-" Draco started to say but was cut off by a kiss from Harry. This kiss was languid and slow but still powerful. When they broke apart, Draco was panting more heavily than he had been already.

"Do you think you deserve this?" Harry whispered. His warm breath ghosted over Draco's mouth. Draco opened his eyes and looked directly into Harry's shining green ones. He knew what the answer was.

"No," he whispered, looking away.

Harry grabbed his chin and moved his head back. "You're right, you don't," he said harshly. "But there's a problem with that." Draco looked up, confused. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," Draco breathed, hardly believing what he was saying.

"Why?" Harry asked.

Draco opened his mouth to speak then shut it again, unsure of what to say. "I... I don't know," he admitted.

"You don't know?" Harry repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Draco sighed and looked away again. "No! I don't know! You just... you... I can't..." Draco trailed away, having nothing to say. He opened his eyes when he felt Harry place a soft kiss just below his ear.

"I understand," Harry said quietly.

Draco turned back to him, mistrust in his eyes. "You do?" he asked suspiciously. Harry nodded with a slight smile then kissed him softly. It was then that Draco was reminded of his current position.

His body still ached to be fulfilled. He couldn't move, as per the bonds holding him to the bed. Draco struggled once more against the bonds.

"Will you untie these already?" he asked in annoyance.

Immediately, Harry's smirk returned. He leaned in close to Draco and whispered, "But I'm not finished yet." Draco shuddered at the meaning of his words and practically shook with anticipation.

He heard Harry mutter a few spells and stilled as he felt Harry slip a finger into his body. Harry moved it around slightly, teasing Draco. He then added another finger, scissoring them. He removed them finally and replaced them with his rock hard cock.

Draco cried out as Harry pushed into him. Harry began rocking slowly, thrusting in and out of his body. Draco arched up to meet him, wanting more. He slammed his hips into Draco's receptive body, joining them in a clash of heat.

Harry leaned down and kissed him roughly, mapping out his mouth. Draco moaned loudly into the kiss, feeling himself building to his climax. When they broke apart, both were panting.

Harry thrust harder and more recklessly into Draco. Draco cried out in ecstasy as Harry hit his prostate. His hands gripped the bonds tightly, needing something to hold on to. Harry slammed in and out of the tight body engulfing his aching cock.

Draco screamed as, with a final thrust from Harry's strong body, he came forcefully. Waves of pleasure crashed over his body as Harry came also. Harry lay down on the bed, panting heavily. Draco was breathing harshly also.

They lay there for a little while, then Harry rolled over and got off the bed. He picked up his pants and slid them back on. Draco remained on the bed, still tied to it. He watched Harry's movements through narrowed eyes.

"Are you going to untie me?" he asked in annoyance and anger.

Harry stopped and turned back to him. "No," he said, "I kind of like you like this."

Draco's eyes flashed angrily as he glared at Harry. "You fucker! You will untie me unless--"

In half a second, Harry was on top of Draco once more. "Unless what?" he asked dangerously, glaring down at Draco.

Draco snarled at him. "Unless you want to wake up in the Hospital Wing tomorrow," he said innocently.

Harry laughed derisively. "You can't put me in the Hospital Wing without your wand, and you can't reach your wand unless I untie you," he pointed out maliciously. He smiled sarcastically at Draco. Draco glared at Harry, eyes full of hatred.

With a huge movement, Draco nearly unseated Harry from his position on top of him, but Harry quickly recovered, pinning Draco's legs to the bed.

"That was not very nice," Harry said in a low voice.

"Well, I'm not very nice," Draco countered, thoroughly annoyed at the turn of events.

"You may have to be punished for that," Harry whispered, brushing his lips over Draco's jawbone.

Draco's eyes widened in realization. All Potter ever wanted was sex! He was just a toy with no control. "Stop," he said in a commanding voice. To his surprise, Harry sighed and sat up. He looked down at Draco expectantly.

"What?" Harry said in an exasperated voice.

"I'm not a toy, Potter. Don't treat me like one," Draco said harshly. He did realize that he was still tied to the bed and was in no position to order Potter around, but he was tired of his "current standing" in Harry's world.

"Fine," Harry said, annoyed. He picked himself up off of Draco and walked to the other side of the room. With a wave the bonds came undone.

Draco sat up slowly, examining his wrists. He dropped them into his lap and looked at Harry who was standing, looking in the mirror and messing with his hair. Draco watched him for a second, unsure of what had just happened.

Harry had listened to him, albeit unwillingly, and done as he'd wished. Draco had thought he'd seen something in Harry's eyes the moment before he had left. It was something he couldn't pinpoint, an emotion. What had it been... pity? No, not pity, Draco was sure. Then anger or hatred? No, it had been different than that. Maybe it was love...

No, Draco shook that thought out of his head quickly. Why would Potter love him? He obviously just wanted some kind of control over him, and, apparently, it had worked in the past.

Draco realized that he was still naked and sitting on Harry's bed. Harry was ignoring him as he rummaged through a drawer. Draco reached for his wand and preformed a simple cleaning spell, then slipped his clothes back on. Luckily, Harry's removal spell hadn't torn them at all.

Once he was fully clothed, he stood up and looked around. He wondered if the door was still locked and if Harry would let him go.

'Wait, a minute,' he thought, 'I don't need his permission. If I want to leave, I'll leave.' Draco then turned himself and began to walk purposefully towards the door, but something stopped him halfway there.

He looked back at Harry who was now sitting in his desk chair writing something. Draco paused, knowing that he should just leave now when he had the chance, but something wasn't right.

It had been too easy. Harry had given up. Draco battled with himself. A part of him told him to run! Get out of there! He gave you an out so take it! But the other part was too curious. It had to know why it was so easy; there had to be a catch, there always was.

Draco stood there for so long, arguing with himself, that Harry finally looked up.

"What are you still doing here?" he asked dubiously. Draco groaned as the curious side won over.

"Potter," he said, "why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Harry asked, giving Draco a part-questioning, part-annoyed look.

Draco sighed in resignment. "Listened to me."

Harry gave him an odd look. "Isn't that what you want?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well, ye-I mean, no, I mean, oh!" Draco stopped, trying to gather his thoughts. He hated not being eloquent. "Potter, just tell me why you did it."

Harry rotated slowly in his chair, coming around to face Draco. Draco could see him thinking, contemplating his answer.

"What if I told you I just wanted to?" he said with a challenging look.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding. "That is not a sufficient answer, Potter," he sneered. "Why did you do it?!"

"Oh, fine! I did it because I wanted to, okay?!"

"That is not an answer!"

"It is. Sometimes I don't feel like being spiteful all the time. Didn't you used to get tired of it?" Harry asked searchingly, his green eyes roving over Draco's face. Draco frowned, suddenly reminded of all the times his father had told him that Malfoy's didn't show weakness, that there was strength in attitude.

He used to get so frustrated by having to keep in the same mold his father had made for years. When he had died, Draco had felt free for the first time. Unfortunately, old habits die hard. Draco knew what Harry was talking about though.

"I guess," Draco admitted.

"So, I just wanted to, that was all," Harry said, his voice hard. Draco narrowed his eyes as he searched Harry's face. Harry looked away quickly when he saw this, but that couldn't hide what Draco saw.

'Oh no. I knew it. This is going to ruin everything.'


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A/N: Please review.