Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: Ahh, I love this story so much. *pets* I hope that doesn\'t sound ego-tistical. ^^;

Disclaimer: See Introduction

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Harry\'s face only got redder. Was he serious? And why had he never noticed...? He was slightly put off by the fact that nearly the whole school was checking him out and he\'d never known it---that meant the guys too he assumed. He ran nervous fingers through his hair as he managed to stand up straight just in time to get to the table. Great--now he was expected to sit down?!


Draco smirked, settling into his own seat. The usual cushion was gone, though there was now a chair to the side of Draco\'s at the table. Apparently Harry was moving up in the world.


Harry blinked a bit. \"Umm...\" He was confused. So much was happening, and..now this? A chair? No cushion? He was damn glad for it...but now he\'d have to figure out a new way to act?! He sighed--Draco always did have to make things more difficult than they probably were. He sat down carefully, trying to gain extra room in his crotch and ass as he sat down.


Draco smiled as he watched, settling comfortably and shaking his napkin out across his lap, Harry still didn\'t have utensils, he\'d have to prove himself trustworthy before he got those, but still, it was a step up at least.


And don\'t think Harry didn\'t notice this. His mind grumbled to himself as he swore that if the price to eat properly was to be buggered, then hed gladly eat out of a dish on the floor in his own blood after he clawed Malfoy\'s eyes out. Maybe that was a bit much...but it amused Harry none the less; picturing Malfoy with dark glasses and blood streaming down his face unnoticed as Harry had told him it was all cleaned up.


Draco arched a brow slightly at the expression, but shrugged it off, serving himself eggs and bacon, as he always did. There were a myriad of fingerfoods as well, scones and biscuts with gravy, fresh fruit, sausage, some of everything really.


Harry bit his lip, wanting so badly to just grab and shove his mouth full of the delicious food. He restrained himself somehow. Probably with the distraction of the bloody tight pants. The brunette was finding many ways in which he could sit to produce various amounts of pain and pressure, but he had yet to find the proper positioning for the solution. No discomfort.


Draco went about eating his own breakfast in silence, though he did continue to watch Harry fidget, it was more amusing than the pants alone really.


He had found one spot that was comfy, but he figured it wasn\'t appropriate for anywhere really. If he slumped enough to almost slide off the chair, his head on the back of the seat and legs stretched out--it was rather charming. However, he\'d only discovered this by accident as he lost his footing when trying to tuck his stiff legs underneath him. He muttered to himself and forced himself to sit like a decent human being and he stared at his hands in his lap. Probably a bad idea as he then continued to see how tight the trousers were. It was getting more painful--and Harry refused to admit even to himself the possibility that he was affected by them at all. He looked at the table and tried to use his hands to hide the firm...firmer buldge at his crotch. His ears were red, but he tried to hide it with his hair.


Draco tilted his head slightly, brow arching, \"Are you going to have anything to eat Harry? You must be famished after last night.\" He knew exactly what was going on of course, and it wasn\'t just the tightness of the pants either, it was just what they did. It was what they were designed to do.


\"I umm....y-yea...\" He carefully shifted and reached for a few bisquits, eggs and bacon. He then set his greens on raisin scones, and he had to grab at least one of those. Sausage...oh my...watermelon and strawberries! Raspberries! Harry almost looked like a little child in a candy shop. He was biting his lip in desire for the food when he tried to settle back into the chair and picked the sausages into smaller pieces with his fingers before savoring the taste.


Draco chuckled softly as he watched this, shaking his head as he continued with his usual breakfast in his usual manner, all breeding and conformity really. That of course left more selection for Harry to devour, much to the blonde\'s amusement.


Harry happily munched away, eating mass amounts of berries. He really only had them when he had lived with the Dursley\'s, and he\'d rarely had them there. He\'d been too afraid that they were poisoned somehow, despite their nitpick of a git\'s brains. Combined.


Really he should be more concerned about these being poisoned, not that they were but still, he was just eating whatever Draco gave him, that couldn\'t be a good idea.


Well, they seemed safe enough. Tasted fine to him anyway. He knew what polyjuice tasted like, and he knew what the Weasley twins\' creations tasted like (they seemed to have a fascination with the general taste of Berti Botts Every Flavor Beans...only they usually stuck with the cinnamin flavors. And sardine, buttered popcorn...and vomit occasionally. Prats.


Draco smiled slightly once more, shifting just slightly as he reached for a biscut and gravy himself, pouring another puddle of gravy over it, it had been a while since he\'d had them, and they smelled fantastic that morning.


Harry happily peeled apart a scone with his fingers and then wondered how he was going to butter it. They were warm, and the butter melts perfectly--but if he didn\'t have utensils, he figures it wouldn\'t be right anywhere he was to just stick his fingers into the butter to butter the pastry. With a bit of his lower lip, and a slight shift in his seat, he looked down. \"Will you butter this for me....?\" He asked quietly, wishing he\'d only be just heard. He didn\'t like asking Malfoy for anything--even for some bloody butter.


Draco arched a brow slightly at that, he didn\'t point out that Harry could\'ve just dipped it in the butter. Everything was a test with him. He just nodded once, plucking it up lightly and buttering it quickly before returning it, \"There you are pet.\"


Harry\'s ears were flaming red with annoyance on having to ask him, and embarassment with the pet names...literally. \"Thanks.\" He eagerly took a bite out of it, soon there after forgetting his embarassment. Aside from the pants which still caused him to shift every once in a while.


Draco smiled slightly at that as well, going back to his biscut and gravy, sighing in content as he nibbled away at it. It was even better than he\'d thought it would be.


Harry contently munched, nibbled and chewed his way through the delicious food, savoring every bite. He would have ate more--now that he had cleared his plate--but he was already fighting the urge to bite his lip, jump up and run to the washroom. He felt like he was exploding. His stomach was annoyed with the food he\'d piled into it without the pant room to expand...and other portions of him were just annoyed for lack of space. And attention. He needed the washroom.


Draco folded his napkin onto the table once more and dusted the crumbs from his fingers, rising to his feet, \"Come along pet.\"


\"Umm...can I go to the washroom first please?\" Harry tried to look normal. After all, he can\'t refuse a human being the natural right to pee...--right? Then again, Malfoy\'s did seem to break all laws and get away with it...


Draco sighed softly, flicking his fingers, \"Oh I suppose.\" He managed to fit as much ire into that last word as humanly possible.


Harry didn\'t want to upset Draco and get hexed again, but he\'d probably annoy him more in the long run by not paying attention. This was the leser of the evils...he supposed. He uttered a quick thanks and hurried to the washroom, wondering how the hell he\'d get out of the pants. Oh hell, he really only needed the zipper and buttons undone. He shut the door quickly behind him, not wanting Draco to walk in on him again.


Which of course he was planning on doing anyway it was his house after all, and his pet, despite Harry railling against it just as hard as he could.

Draco would give him a few minutes though, since it wasn\'t like he\'d actually be able to do anything without the blonde anyway, aside from frustrate himself.


Harry moved to the side and bit his lip sharply as he sunk against the wall, popping open the button on the suade pants and pulling up the top for more air. His breathing was quick as he unzipped himself with a sigh of relief and slid down to a sitting posotion against the wall. His eyes blissfully closed as his fingers closed around himself quickly.

His lips blew air out and dragged it in slowly as he worked his fingers over himself gently, trying to sooth the tenderness from the friction of the pants. His head fell back against the wall even at this simple movement, and he decided to skip every logical thought he was having and he let out a strangled moan as he worked his hand quickly against his throbbing erection, begging for attention.


Draco counted to a full sixty seconds before following at his usual leisurely pace, wondering idly how long it would be before Harry figured it out. He gave it five mintues, tops.


Harry\'s thumb rubbed his tip slightly, smearing the juices he was emmitting along his length finding it helped soothe said \'burns\'. His head was pressed firmly against the wall as his back and hips tried to increase the pace, desperate for the release. His breathing became ragged as he planted his feet on the floor, raising his hips against his hand\'s rhythm.


Draco smirked, just listening for the moment, fingers drumming against his hip, that was two minutes down, three to go. He smirked, waiting patiently.


Harry covered his mouth as he let a loud whimper out, smothering it from Draco\'s ears in the other room. He slid further down the wall so he was finally laying on the ground. His hips were bucking against his own hand with soft slaps of flesh meeting flesh as he bit on his hand to keep his noises from reaching ears.


Draco hummed softly to himself as he headed down the hall, intent on being right there when Harry emerged, but he wasn\'t going to interrupt, this was something that the brunette had to learn for himself.


Harry had tears almost streaming down his face within another minute as he was in blissful pleasure, but everything about him ached for this to be done, to be released. He tried everything that had worked in previous endeavors. Tighter grips, twisting his strokes, pinching and rubbing his nipples even. Bloody hell, even holding his breath wasn\'t working as it normally did, not even a vision; a vision that helping him was...

Never mind.

Harry frustratedly and weakly pulled his trembling hand away. He washed his hands before wiping the needy tears from his eyes as he trembled with the pleasure, but the numbing sensation that for the first time in his life, he\'d failed to reach his orgasm. He rested his palms on the sink briefly and hung his head, trying to steady himself and his breathing. He finally was steady enough to find a way to tuck everything back inside those bloody tight pants. He struggled, yes, but eventually the zipper slid up and he was able to suck his stomach in to button himself up.

Harry opened the door slowly and tried to adjust to the pants once again. Damn that friction!

He made his way to where he\'d left Malfoy and hoped that he looked normal. Of course, his eyes shone with remains of tears, and his hair was looking more a mess than usual. His face looked flushed and surprise surprise. He still had the buldge.


Draco arched a brow slightly as he checked the time, seven minutes, better than he\'d thought, or perhaps worse as he couldn\'t tell if Harry was stubborn or just stupid. Draco smiled when the other returned, head tilted slightly, \"Better now Harry? Ready to face the day?\"


Harry only nodded. He didn\'t dare open his mouth to say anything in fear that it would give something away. On top of that, he was terrified he\'d let out a moan or two as he was finding these pants to be rather...not helping. He kept his eyes low, hoping that would help keep things low profile. Heh, right.


Draco smiled, nodding once, \"Good, I\'ve a meeting with Severus in a short while, and it would do best if you were at my side.


Harry\'s eyes snapped upward as a strangled sound came from his throat which he undoubtedly tried to pretend wasn\'t him. Snape?! Oh blimey I\'m in a mess here... On an uphand, he knew Snape had been evil somehow.


Draco blinked twice, brows arching in concern, \"Are you alright pet?\"


Harry did his best to nod while he bit his lip to suppress another noise from his nervous habit of shifting feet. He did everything he could to not look the blonde prince in the eyes--he was afriad that if he did he\'d realize he was bloody horny enough to grab him, kiss him, and beg for help. And Harry was dead set on NEVER letting his lips touch Malfoy again. As well as he would rather die than beg help from a Malfoy. Hand him back to Voldemmort? Sure, just Don\'t. Make. Him. Beg.


Draco nodded once as he offered Harry his arm, \"We\'d best go then, age hasn\'t altered his depreciacion of tardiness any.\" He was having far too much fun with his pet\'s predicament. Far, FAR too much fun


Oh bloody... Harry refused to take his arm. No contact. None. Shit. Snape was the same as he had been? Oh blimey rat\'s git-like ass. The last thing he wanted was Professor Snape to have something else to hold over his head. Harry continued to bit his lip. He figured he was making a permanent indent by now.


Draco tutted, shaking his head and brushing his fingers along Harry\'s lower lip, \"And don\'t do that, you\'ll just entice him, and I doubt that I could really hold him off if he wanted a taste.\"


Harry\'s breath halted for a moment before rebooting with a ragged edge. His lips parted at the touch and thus allowing his large breath of air he\'s been holding rush out with a spin of his mind.

Whoa...wait a second....did he just say-- \"What in Merlin\'s name are you talking about?!\" No...he couldn\'t have just said that Professor Snape was first offly, gay, secondly---wanting Harry? Oh no...this was fa-ar too much. This had to be all a joke. Had to.


Draco blinked, then shrugged, \"Snape\'s got as big a \'dirty old man\' complex as he\'s ever had, perhaps more now that Voldemort\'s rather given him free rein.\" Apparently this was nothing new nor shocking to Draco who simply shrugged it off.


Oh Merlin... He had honestly sworn moment ago that such information would kill any arousal he had. Sadly, not the case. The bloody pants clung to him tightly and loved every movement. Which is why Harry tried to move as little as possible. How had he missed out on so much information?


Draco chuckled softly, shaking his head, \"Oh don\'t look so shocked Harry, you had to have known. Everyone did, they just chose to overlook it since he never acted on it while he was a professor.\"


\"Must\'ve missed that owl...\" He felt bloody stupid. He seemed to apparently know nothing that has been going on--even all of Hogwart\'s apparently checking out his ass. Damn Voldemort for making him battle him when he could\'ve been showing off his Quidditch to \'fangirls\'.


Draco chuckled softly at that as he shook his head, \"Don\'t worry about it.\" He flicked the pendant on the collar, \"You\'re mine, he won\'t try anything without permission. Probably.\"


Probably? That was comfort. Not that it was comfort in the first place to be \'owned.\' He ran his hand through his hair nervously, messing it up beyond recognition, hoping that it would steer Snape away.


Draco smiled, shaking his head as he took Harry\'s arm and apparated them both away, walking from where he\'d landed, humming softly to himself, \"This shouldn\'t take long.\"


Harry was a bit dizzy after the apparation--he\'d never done that before. Blinking a few times, he followed timidly behind Draco, mostly to cover up the faces he was making trying to repress his urges to rough handle himself in the hall in attempts to get rid of the annoying need.


Draco tugged his own shirt straight before knocking at the only door, arms folding across his chest, he didn\'t care for these meetings much, but they had to happen, Voldemort\'s orders.


Harry stayed back, in a corner he\'d found. Hoping that he\'d be ignored and left here until this was all over. Maybe. Hopefully. He ran his hands through his hair again figitedly.


Draco caught his arm, dragging him back as the door opened, tugging him into the room as well, \"Come along pet.\"


Harry instantly lowered his head and hunched his shoulders, trying anything he could to hide himself from the professor\'s recognition skills. Gods he didn\'t want to be here...not in--this--state.

Draco smiled, holding his head high as he led Harry into Snape\'s study, settling in one of the chairs and tugging Harry down to the one beside him.

Severus arched a brow at them both, mostly at Harry, \"Well well well, cleaned him up nicely haven\'t you Draco?\"

Draco smirked, \"I like to think so.\"


Harry\'s hopes that Snape hadn\'t recognized him went down the loo at that point. His ears burned a flaming red as he kept his eyes low and balled his hands constantly on his lap. It certainly wasn\'t helping with these pants. He kept squirming as subtly as he could, trying not to make any noises.


Severus arched a brow at the wriggling however, eyeing him up, then down, and then up again before returning his gaze to Draco, \"And just what have you done to him? Can\'t sit still.\"

Draco merely smirked again, shaking his head, \"Nothing I won\'t take care of later. We are here to discuss buisness as I recall, not my new pet\'s welfare.\"


Harry did his best to sit like a rock, biting the corner of his lip in attempts to help. He was afraid to hear what this \'business\' was...and didn\'t want to hear it if it concerned Voldemort really. Harry\'s eye twitched slightly before he clenched them shut and sat on his hands. He couldn\'t even keep his hands on his lap because---well his lap was slightly---arousable. He clenched his fist, his body wanted to squirm and moan. Not good.


The other two had been conversing quietly before Draco finally interrupted with a soft, \"I\'ll be right back Severus, nature calls.\" And with that he slipped away, presumably towards the loo.

Severus smiled slowly, fingers steepling as he watched Harry a moment, \"Silly of him to leave you unguarded.\"

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Responses to reviews on this chapter

LPhoenix
ACK! *runs after draco* you idiot!!! you left him alone!!!!

*grins* Think about the possibility that he meant to leave him alone? *smirks and raises eyebrow* To further entice Harry into his aroused state? To further prove that Harry needs him. Or maybe he is stupid. I\'m not sure. *scratches head*

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thrnbrooke
Oh I need chapter 18! Draco meant to do that! I\'m sure of it and it probably is a bad thing to leave him alone. Even if Harry can\'t get off Severus can. *growl*

*giggles* Precisely. *smirks* *giggles* I\'m beginning to think Draco\'s more of a tease than anything... You\'ll see why later. I think. Or the player of Draco/Snape/Voldie is a tease to me. >.> Either way. ^_^


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icestar
poor innocent harry, first he doesnt notice everyones looking at his ass, then he didnt know bout snape... what next, he finds out alby\'s in bestility? :P

nice chapters (soz i missed earliers one -.-;;; )

O_O!! >_< I can DEFINATELY say that Albus is NOT into Beastiality... *whispers to co-writer* Right? *normally* Right. ^^; Don\'t worry about missing some. *giggles*