What the Devil Wants

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Harry twisted uncomfortably in his seat, cursing the witch that gave birth to Severus Snape. If the professor wanted Harry to suffer he’d certainly found a new, inventive and most humiliating way of doing so in his latest homework assignment. Trying to keep his breathing and handwriting steady, Harry struggled through the Transfiguration pop quiz McGonagall had sprung on them. Harry was relieved when the clock chimes echoed through the castle and McGonagall began collecting the papers. He knew he’d done poorly in the test but with a sore backside and a throbbing erection, he couldn’t have managed much better. Scurrying from the classroom as quickly as he could, Harry headed for his dorm eager for a soothing shower and a measure of relief. Snape hadn’t called another ‘class’ for two weeks; no doubt the bastard was extending Harry’s humiliation to gain maximum satisfaction. Harry wasn’t sure he could continue doing what he was doing. Sure he was young, and his body had with practice begun to accept the cylindrical toy each morning with a little more ease but there was only so many hard on’s a man could stand without exhaustion. If nothing else, Snape’s lesson on ‘quality’ not ‘quantity’ in regards to sex had certainly sunk in with Harry. Gritting his teeth Harry sped up his pace towards his dorm, dodging the giggling groups of first years as he took the steps up the tower two at a time, ignoring the toy inside of him as it continually bumped his prostate with electrifying results.

Reaching the top of the stairs Harry skidded to a halt as a familiar blonde haired Slytherin stepped out from behind the statue to block his path. Harry groaned inwardly as he stared into Draco’s smiling steel blue eyes, the faint twitch of a smirk turning the corners of his lips.

“Glamour’s hide the obvious Potter but nothing can disguise the scent.” Draco’s gaze dropped to Harry’s groin where a very strong glamour had been hiding the tent of Harry’s pants for most of the day. Harry rolled his eyes and went to push past Draco, in no mood to be dealing with Draco’s sarcastic barbs.

“If it’s not important Draco, I have a date with my hand. That bastard’s enjoying this isn’t he?” Harry grumbled more to himself than Draco as he muttered the password to the Gryfindor common room to open the portrait.

“Oh I’d say he’s enjoying it immensely, especially knowing you’re the only Quidditch Seeker in history to have played through a game with a vibrating dick up your arse.” Draco smirked widely and Harry turned around sharply to glare daggers at the blonde. “Spectacular loss Potter, but admirable none the less.”

“If you’ve just come to taunt me Draco, can’t it wait till I’ve tossed off?” Harry’s bluntness wiped the smirk from Draco’s face, the blonde mentally noting the golden boy’s lost patience. Harry was nasty when he was needy.

“I thought you might need a hand…” Draco shut up immediately as some third year Gryfindor came scampering past them and in through the portrait hole, all of them staring at Draco and Harry intently. It was no secret that Harry and Draco were enemies, and having been seen together outside Gryfindor common room would undoubtedly start rumors.

“From you?” Harry scoffed as he turned heel deciding against having this conversation outside his common room, where anyone could hear it. “I thought you declared, you weren’t interested.” Harry deliberately left off the words ‘in me’ from the end of his sentence as the pair wove their way back down through the corridors, conscious of others over hearing their conversation. Draco was unconsciously steering them towards the deserted corridor with its secret entrance into the Slytherin’s domain.

“Call it homework tutoring, besides we need to talk.” Harry glanced sidelong at Draco as they passed through the common corridors down into the unused passage. Pursing his lips together Harry chose not to make a sarcastic comment as they both stepped through the wall and into the corridor leading to Draco’s room. At this time in the afternoon the common rooms were practically empty and the pair of them made it to Draco’s room undiscovered.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom to take care of this first?” Harry whispered as he watched Draco ward and seal his door behind them. Dumping his bag on the floor Harry gestured with his head towards the small ensuite leading off Draco’s bedroom. “I said I’d help Potter, now just shut up and get on the bed.” Grunting his disapproval of being ordered around, Harry kicked his shoes off and sat down on Draco’s large plush bed. “The glamour Potter, get rid of it.” Harry flicked his wand at his chest and dismantled the glamour, revealing the tent of trousers and the large damp patch that had seeped through his jockey’s during the day. With a casual grace Draco kicked off his own shoes and having discarded his school robe, and pushed his sleeves to his elbows climbed up onto the bed beside Harry. “Lie down and we’ll talk.” Dubious Harry lay back on the bed, and stiffened immediately as Draco swung his leg of Harry’s lap and sat down on the boy’s thighs. For such a slender frame Draco was relatively weighty and Harry shifted uncomfortably and a little unsure of himself beneath the boy’s body. Harry had never let anyone else touch him before, and as Draco undid his pants and pushed them down to reveal his purpling prick Harry struggled to keep as calm and collected as possible.

“Did you get the whisky?” Draco was speaking, and Harry took a deep calming breath in as he tried to focus on the blonde’s words rather than the Slytherin’s hands that were now firmly massaging his length with steady strokes.

“Yeah, I got my….ah, friend to get it for me.” Harry hesitated, as he remembered to whom he was talking to and thus avoided using Sirius name. Harry had after a considerable grilling from his godfather, finally made the man go and get him the bottle of Whisky from London. The bottle had arrived yesterday with Hedwig who’d look mighty suspicious and overloaded with the heavy bottle shaped parcel. Harry gritted his teeth tightly together to stop from groaning as Draco began pumping his cock in a steady motion, the sticky precum providing just enough lubricant for the blonde’s hand to slip freely up and down the length. It was a new sensation for Harry to have someone else’s hand pleasuring him and just like the toy inside of him had taken some getting used to, so too did this new situation. “Can you just…” Harry trailed off his breathing rapidly increasing as his eyelids began to flutter dangerously.

“Tighter?” Draco inquired and Harry just nodded blindly no longer caring if he whimpered and looked like a flushed, virgin receiving his first hand job or not. The blonde tightened his fist and sped up his strokes, one hand resting on Harry’s chest while the other continued it’s rapid movement on the boy’s prick. It didn’t take much for Harry to lose it, and with a choked gasp Harry’s body stiffened, his back arching as he shot his load into Draco’s awaiting hand. Physically and mentally exhausted Harry collapsed bonelessly on Draco’s bed, his breathing labored and sweat dripping down his forehead. “Not bad Potter, turn over.” Harry was too exhausted to do anything but obey as Draco wiped them both with a tissue before allowing Harry space enough to turn over onto his stomach. Harry’s tired fuzzy brain came back into startling focus however when he felt two of Draco’s fingers probing into his already full backside.

“Hey what are you….” Harry went to try and get up but Draco put his full weight on the boy beneath him, pinning him to the bed as his fingers sought out the base of the toy.

“Relax Potter, I’m just taking it out.” Harry gritted his teeth and hissed in pain as Draco steadily pulled out the thickened toy. Harry had over the past two weeks gradually increased the size of it until it was of similar thickness to the real thing, or at least what Harry imagined it would be like. Having removed the toy, Draco let Harry up as he stood from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom to wash both his hands and the used item. Harry curled up on his side, relaxing for the first time all day without the thing inside of him.

“I won’t have completed my homework.” Harry muttered begrudgingly as Draco returned from the bathroom.

“Trust me Potter you’ve more than met the requirements, besides he’s called us tonight. Your torture is over.” Draco tossed his own opened letter over to Harry, who having fixed his pants back up, quickly scanned the hand written note in Snape’s familiar scrawl. Harry nodded and handed Draco the letter back, that was stuffed unceremoniously back into his bedside draw.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry accepted the shrunken, cleaned toy from Draco and stuffed it securely back in his bag as Draco sat down cross-legged on the bed beside his Gryfindor rival. Draco shrugged his shoulders uncaringly and Harry took that as a sign of assent. “Is it like that for real? When he get’s it in does it always touch that bit inside you, that gives you instant wood?” Harry tried not to blush as he inquired after Draco’s wisdom. The blonde snorted and shrugged his shoulders.

“Depends how good they are, some can hit it, some can’t. It’s a skill.” Draco scratched his nose as he again shrugged his shoulders. “Snape hasn’t hit it once since we’ve been fucking, and considering how big he is you think he’d have no trouble managing it, at least by accident.”

“He’s not very good is he?” Harry muttered feeling very ordinary all of a sudden. Draco huffed in amusement and shook his head.

“If you ask me, you’re better off with the toy. At least you don’t have to kiss it afterwards.” Harry rolled his eyes as Draco laughed and collapsed back on his bed, his legs crossed and his hands behind his head in support.

“That’s not very encouraging Malfoy, I thought you wanted me to seduce him. I’m not likely to want to do it if I know he’s crap in bed.” Harry glanced sideways at Draco who was idly staring at the canopy of his bed as his feet twitched to an unknown beat.

“Just because he’s shit with me doesn’t mean he’s entirely devoid of skill. I remember my father telling me the first night Snape was going to take me, that he knew that Snape was good, that he had a reputation among certain circles.” Harry knew what circles Draco was referring to but due to the nature of their relationship no specifics were mentioned. “I’m guess he just doesn’t enjoy doing it with me, and that’s why his performance is pretty average. Doesn’t mean he won’t blow your mind, if we ever get you into his bed.”

“Ever, is the operative word.” Harry snorted as he and Draco stood from the bed as the dinner bell rang through the castle.

“Don’t be so pessimistic Potter, have faith in my manipulative skills as a Slytherin. Especially when there’s something in it for me.” Grabbing his bag from the floor Harry followed Draco down the corridor and back out into the unused passage. “Just give him the whisky tonight after class, no explanation or comment just pass him the bottle and leave. It’ll throw him off kilter and I’m likely to get a grilling tonight in his bed but it’ll intrigue him enough to get things rolling. Then we can begin the true plan.” Draco beamed secretively over his shoulder at Harry as he led them back to the more populated hallways. In order to seem less conspicuous the pair split up, Draco pausing as he descended the stairs to glance back at Harry. “See you tonight Potty.” With an evil smirk Draco was gone leaving Harry to take another route down to dinner.

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TBC>>>>