What the Devil Wants

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Harry was having second thoughts.

Not just the innocent tummy fluttering type thoughts, he got before a big Quidditch match or an exam. But the cold feet, nightmare inducing type of second thoughts he got before Voldemort pounced. For the past two weeks it hadn’t really sunk in yet, just exactly what Harry had agreed to. Partially the reason was that Snape had called no ‘extra classes’ and it was easy for Harry to forget what he’d done. However this morning, notes had been delivered with their mail demanding their attendance.

Harry had suffered through the class in silence, passively listening to the tales of oral sex from the heterosexuals. Like he’d done in the last class Snape turned his back on Harry for the entire lesson. Not that Harry hadn’t expected it. Since the kiss, Snape had been at his bastardly best. Harry had seen more of Filch and Mrs Norris during detention than he’d seen of his friends. Still Harry had gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to fight back, knowing that it would only make things worse. Despite being completely ignored in Snape’s ‘extra class’ Harry was genuinely enjoying the experience, and its enlightening information on sex magic. As much as Harry hated to admit it, Dumbldore was right. Snape knew what he was talking about.

Now though, after his nighttime class, he found himself in a deserted, dark and fusty smelling corridor. The stone on the floor was wet, and if he listened hard Harry was sure he could hear the annoying drip of water down the walls. Harry had followed Draco’s hastily scrawled map exactly, and had found himself standing alone in the flickering light of the only torch in a long unused corridor of Hogwart’s dungeons. It was now, as he stood in the flickering glow of the wall torch that the horrible second thoughts had set in. Paranoia was bound to happen with the horrible thoughts that ran through his mind, and Harry found himself jumping in fear as a rat scurried across the light in front of him.

“Frightened of a rat Potter?” Harry practically shot out of his shoes as a hand touched his shoulder. Spinning around Harry stumbled and fell against the wall as he came face to face with a familiar blonde Slytherin.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Harry snapped, as he looked both ways up the deserted corridor. Draco snorted in amusement and stuck his hand through the wall beside him. With his mouth agape in awe Harry watched as the rock wall shimmered, the illusion rippling like water, as Draco disturbed the wall with his hand. Harry knew he’d never seen anything like this appearing on the Marauders Map, in fact he couldn’t even remember seeing this corridor on the map at all.

“It’s a safety shaft. If you follow it to the end it’ll bring you out on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was built during the goblin war’s.” Gesturing into the darkness of the corridor Draco shrugged his shoulders casually before nodding with his head towards where his hand was still rippling the stonewall. “This leads straight into the seventh year dorms and by passes the common room so you don’t get caught.” Harry didn’t miss the sarcastic look Draco threw at him over his shoulder, as the boy disappeared through the shimmering wall. Rolling his eyes Harry followed Draco through, into the significantly warmer, and far more luscious surroundings of Slytherin’s dorms. Taking in his surroundings, Harry noted that the singular corridor he was being led up, had a number of doors leading from it each with a number intricately carved in it. Harry assumed the numbers were the student’s years, but when Draco completely bypassed the seventh door, Harry was confused.

It wasn’t until Draco stopped in front of an unmarked door, and flicked his wand at the lock that Harry realized what was going on.

“You get your own room?!” Harry exclaimed in irritation as he took in the large double bed in the center of the room, something Harry had only dreamed of having. Draco rolled his eyes as he shut, locked and warded the door behind them before shrugging his coat and moving over to what appeared to be a writing desk.

“It’s a perk of being engaged to my head of house.” Draco smirked over his shoulder, but something in the way his eyes flickered told Harry, the blonde’s joke was hollow. Harry raised his eyebrows but chose not to comment as he surveyed Draco’s personal room. Harry hadn’t ever imagined being in Draco’s room before, but the reality was far from what he’d thought it might be. Surprisingly enough Draco’s things were rather ordinary. His desk was scattered with homework and schoolbooks, his wardrobe was overflowing with clothes he’d haphazardly put away. There was a pile of dirty laundry in the corner and the boy’s trunk sat unlocked and open at the bottom of his opulent bed. What struck Harry however was the blonde’s choice of colour scheme. Draco didn’t strike Harry as the guy to like the colour yellow but judging from the bed spread, rugs and cushions on his small couch the boy was yellow mad. “My mum likes yellow too.” As if reading Harry’s mind Draco snapped pointedly at his visitor, as he sat down on the end of his bed, casually tucking his feet up under himself and pulling a yellow pillow to his chest. “Do you want something to drink?” Draco kicked the lid of his trunk closed with his foot having kicked off his shoes.

“No thanks, it’s a bit late.” Harry muttered as he sat down awkwardly on the lid of Draco’s trunk, quietly admiring the intricate initials inlayed in gold on the wood. Draco sniffed indifferently before reaching over the side of his bed to grab his book bag, and pull free his red leather sex diary.

“He’s still pissed you kissed him.” The comment came out of nowhere and Harry stared at Draco in shock, waiting for some kind of follow up explanation. Draco made no effort to clarify his comment as he opened his leather diary to the page they’d been reading in class. Harry worried his lip as he too opened his diary to the appropriate homework page. “So how do you want to approach this?” Draco muttered as he glanced over Harry’s shoulder, to read and confirm the boy’s homework, set by Snape. Harry shrugged his shoulders, having never in his life attempted what Snape had assigned as homework. “Well, do you want to put it in, or do you want me to do it for you.” Draco rolled over, carelessly dropping his diary onto the bed as he stretched over to his bedside table and opened the draw. Harry’s eyes widened a little in fear as he watched Draco remove a thin, soft silver rod and a jar of clear liquid from the draw.

“He’s making me pay isn’t he?” Harry whispered determined not to cry in front of Draco as the blonde presented him with both items from the draw. Draco snorted in amusement and rolled his eyes.

“It took you this long to figure it out?” Draco bit sarcastically as Harry stood up and began to unzip his trousers. “Snape’s a vindictive bastard, you fuck with him and he’ll make your life miserable.” Harry’s hands shook as he turned around and dropped his trousers and boxer shorts exposing his lily-white backside to Draco who was still casually sat on the end of the bed. Harry cringed inwardly at the absurdity of the situation. Not two weeks ago Harry would have died sooner than expose any part of himself to Malfoy but in the face of necessity even Harry was willing to concede the two of then needed each other enemies or not.

“Can you….?” Harry didn’t dare say the words and instead held the two items back towards Draco in silent question. If Draco noticed Harry’s hands shaking as he took the items from the boy’s grasp he didn’t mention it. With a cold hand in the center of Harry’s back, Draco bent the boy gently forward. Harry closed his eyes and took several deep breaths trying to calm his frightened pulse.

“Don’t stress it’s only thin and once it’s in only you can control it.” Harry nodded at Draco’s quiet attempt at comfort before bracing himself as he felt the icy cold, slimy finger prodding confidently at his entrance. Harry hissed as the finger breached his entrance, sliding up tightly into his backside. “Relax Potter, your tight as it is don’t make it worse.” Draco muttered as he maneuvered his finger back and forth inside Harry’s passage waiting for the boy to relax a little. With a few deep breaths, Harry became a little more accustomed to the intrusion and relaxed marginally. Draco took the moment to replace his finger with the silver rod, sliding it entirely inside the boy in one swift easy movement and continuing to push it in until Harry hissed in pain. “There, done. You’re bleeding a little but it’s nothing compared to what your first time will be like.” Draco whispered with a strange satisfaction as he wiped his hand on a towel hanging over the fire grate, and then proceeded to flop back down on his bed. With his hands still braced on his knees and practically hyperventilating Harry tried to get used to the thing inside of him. It wasn’t uncomfortable like that, more strange than anything. As he relaxed the rod settled and when he finally stood up straight again he was pleasantly surprised by how good the thing made him feel. “You can keep it too I prefer my own fingers.” Flippantly Draco shrugged his shoulders as Harry slowly turned around still getting used to the aid inside of him. “Besides if you enlarge it and practice putting it in, it’ll help heaps when you finally get around to letting someone pop your cherry.” Draco smirked sarcastically as his gaze dropped from Harry’s face to the boy’s naked crotch. “Nice package Potter.” Harry blushed crimson as he glanced down, only now realizing he was sporting an untimely erection. Swearing to himself Harry bent over and pulled up his boxers and trousers, grumbling a little at the tent of the fabric but glad nonetheless that he was covered up. Sitting back down gingerly on the trunk lid, Harry watched as Draco lounged back on his bed. “To make it larger all you have to say is ‘Blue’. For smaller it’s ‘Rest’ and if you want it to vibrate it’s ‘Alleviate’.” Harry nodded as he noted down the words that activated the toy inside him, before closing his diary with a sigh and putting it back in his bag. There was a stagnate silence for a moment as Harry stared at his hands twisted in his lap, trying and failing to hide his erection throbbing between his legs.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” Harry muttered as his thoughts turned to Snape. Draco didn’t reply immediately and instead stared at the canopy above his bed, his hands resting behind his head as he thought silently to himself.

“I haven’t got a plan as such yet, but first we’ve got to get you back in his good books.” Draco trailed off his eyes focused on the canopy of his bed as he twitched his foot idly.

“Was I ever in his good books?” Harry drawled sarcastically, wondering to himself what delusions Draco was having.

“And it’s that smart mouth of yours that got you on his bad side in the first place Potter.” Draco sat up on his elbows and glared at Harry pointedly. Harry rolled his eyes but knew better not to reply. “Snape likes discipline and control, he’s anal about doing things his way especially when it comes to his private life. He likes to hold the power and if you’re ever going to win him over you’re going to have to surrender some of that idiotic Gryfindor pride and learn to accept authority.” Draco continued to stare at Harry sternly, the Gryfindor deliberately avoiding meeting the blonde’s gaze under the stern chastise.

“So what do you suggest? That I apologize for kissing him?” Harry fiddled with the cuffs of his jumper as Draco sat up properly on the bed, his legs folded beneath him, as he tore a corner of parchment and wrote a quick note on it.

“Snape’s to arrogant to accept such a blatant apology, you need to be subtle. Here,” Draco leant forward and handed Harry the corner of parchment. “it’s the name of his favorite whisky. You can only get it from Muggle London, a little cellar in Ivy Lane. Since Snape hardly get’s let off the leash by Dumbledore to fetch the whisky himself, and on a professors salary can only afford one bottle a year I figure it’d make a nice apology gift from you.” Harry nodded in quiet understanding, wondering just how much one bottle of whisky was going to cost him if they even sold alcohol to minors. Still in the spirit of the deal, Harry would at least try to get the whisky.

“Any other pearls of wisdom from the promise child?” Harry stowed the scrap of parchment in his pocket and watched as Draco’s gaze narrowed dangerously.

“Call me that again Potter, and I’ll make an announcement at breakfast that Gryfindor’s golden boy likes cock.” Harry bit his lip determined not to retaliate, despite his slip in concentration. Despite the familiarity of situation, Harry would have to remember that he and Draco were still enemies no matter what common ground they shared. “Just get him the whisky, and try to keep that acidic mouth of yours shut during his classes. Now get the fuck out, I’m tired.” Harry grunted in annoyance, no one dismissed him like he was a servant but Harry supposed he would have done the same thing if Draco had been in his room. Gathering his belongings Harry wandered over to the door, pausing briefly on the threshold to glance back at the blonde who was again flat on his back on the bed.

“Do you really think I’ve even got a chance of making Snape look twice at me?” Harry whispered, cautious of the now open door. Draco snorted in amusement from the bed, lifting his head just enough so that he could look at Harry from over the lid of his trunk at the bottom of his bed.

“Not an owl’s chance in a wolves den Potter, but you’re my last hope.” Draco put his head back on the bed and Harry paused as if waiting for Draco to further explain himself, but when the blonde made no effort to clarify what he’d said Harry turned and left the room to scamper carefully back to his own dorm.

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A/N Sorry to post and run, but everyone's on holidays at work so I'm running the show and I'm not a pretty thing when I'm stressed, be assured though, I will update majorly this weekend.....I've got some scrummy things in store for old Snivelrus.

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