Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note: I\'m having so much fun updating and reading your reviews! ^_^ I\'ve also been looking into challenges to write (as it is much easier to have someone come up with the inital plot bases... XD Right?) and have found numerous interesting ones. The first one I want to write is a challenge titled Harry gets a tattoo. That\'s what they named it, I think I\'m naming it Gambling or Betting something like that. The main point is that Draco and Harry bet on something, Harry looses and must get a tattoo of Draco\'s choice; style, where, size, everything. *grins* I\'m totally loving this. I\'ll let y\'all know when it\'s up---I\'ll probably put it up on this site anyway. ^_^

Disclaimer: See Introduction

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Harry swallowed and forgot that he had been trying not to look at Snape. Wide eyes looked up at him, before darting away to the door which Draco had left from. His head dipped again back to stare at his chest as he prayed to Merlin that he\'d go invisible right then. Fly away, get swamped with owls---something.

He shifted in his seat. Damn--that didn\'t help...


Severus\' brow merely arched higher, still smirking, \"What are you doing Potter? Something wrong with the seat?\"


\"N-no Professor...\" He tried to sit still again, tugging at the hips of his pants in hopes to adjust them in a good way. His ears were still flaming red as he felt he should begin to back his chair up--but he was frozen stiff--metaphorically speaking.


Severus\' brow remained arched, \"Severus will suffice, I\'m not a professor any longer.\" He tilted his head, \"Something wrong with your pants then I presume.\"


\"I...n-no sir, I\'m fine...\" He didn\'t dare look at the other for he was afriad of what he might see. Amusement? Disgust? He liked neither. Instead of backing his chair up, he slid it forward slightly in order to hide his buldging crotch from view. He was thankful the table wasn\'t one of those puny classroom ones where barely your knees can fit under.


Snape\'s brow stayed arched, unfolding from his seat and circling the desk, leaning back against it, \"He\'s taken right good care of you hasn\'t he?\" He shook his head then, a slow smile creeping acros his face, \"You need a man though Harry, not a boy.\"


Harry looked at the floor in the opposite direction as Snape as he stood by him. His hands gripped the eges of the seat in fear as he practically waited to be jumped. A voice told him to run, but he figured it\'d hurt more then if he did--so he sat tight. His breath hitched at Snape\'s last words, and he wasn\'t sure what to say---nor did he want to. Though he was happy the table was covering his lap even more so now.


Severus\' brow arched with a slight chuckle, shaking his head, still leaning back on his hands, \"Do you have any idea how long I\'ve been watching you Harry? Any idea at all?\"


Harry didn\'t want to know. Really, he didn\'t need to, whatever Snape thought. \"N-no...\" Why....why him? Was it the fame? Really, he hadn\'t wanted it--he really would have rathered to not deal with his parent\'s murder, with having to murder people himself, to deal with anything. Why him? Why not Neville--or--or Seamus. Seamus was good looking. If it had to do with Quidditch, then Oliver was definately better looking than him...


Severus chuckled softly, \"Quite some time.\" He shrugged then, \"Draco was all well and good, but one Malfoy in a lifetime is more than enough for anyone.\"


Harry simply nodded that he\'d heard. He hadn\'t wanted to hear--but he did. His hands gripped the edges of the chair tightly as he lowered his head again, ears flaming in embarassment. He bit his lip, closing his eyes. There\'s no place like home...


He smiled slowly once more, \"And after all the ... trouble that went into procuring you, I think we all deserve at least a taste.\"


Harry swallowed thickly, nervously. He thought he\'d break the chair from his grip. His eyes clenched tighter shut, hiding the greens from the world. He hated that he was finding it harder and harder to sit still--what was wrong with him? His teeth slipped from their biting grip on his lip and they trembled slightly as his scared breaths were softly heard.


And of course Severus was loving every moment of this. He eased forward, cool fingers against the underside of Harry\'s chin, lifting his head, \"Look at me Harry.\"


Harry stiffened at the touch, keeping his eyes closed even when his head was tilted up. He sealed his lips together again with a soft swipe of his tongue, barely noticeable. Goosebumps prickled his arms as he shifted his grasp, moving his hands and re-gripping the chair firmly. His feet were hooked around the legs of the chair, keeping his knees firmly presed together and in general himself from running.


Severus smiled slowly, the expression decidedly wolflike as he leaned in, fingers curling firmly against Harry\'s jaw, waiting only a moment before pressing a demanding kiss to the younger man\'s lips.


Harry groaned at the tightening grip on his jaw, and stiffened as he felt lips against his. He wanted to puke, to push him away--so what did he do? Moan and shift in his seat again. Damnit.


Severus chuckled at that, tongue flicking against Harry\'s lips, prising them apart as he pressed closer, his entire attitude was cooly demanding.


Harry did everything in his will to keep his lips sealed tightly, but the other was so demanding--in control really. He let out a shiver that defied his every thought and parted his lips to allow it to escape, his fingers white knuckled against the chair as he found himself squirming more in the chair. Tears danced in his closed eyes as he was in much pain, but everything else was telling him it was bliss.


Severus sighed heavily, fingers tightening against Harry\'s jaw, murmuring against his lips, \"Open.\"


Harry winced in pain as his jaws and lips parted from the pressure, as if he was being a cat forced to open its mouth for a pill.


Severus chuckled at that, tongue snaking past the younger man\'s teeth, flicking against the roof of his mouth, claiming as much as tasting at that point.


Harry let out a strangled moan, head falling back slightly, eyes loosening their clenching grip together. After a moment, he tried to pull away, knowing this wasn\'t right, this wasn\'t him. Merlin, he was a Professor!! His breath quickened in a sliver of a panic and he pushed his chair back finally, forgetting that he was specifically trying to hide something.


Severus chuckled then, shaking his head as he circled back around to his own seat, settling only moments before Draco returned, sprawling himself into his own seat, \"Now, where were we?\"

Knowing him he\'d watched the entire thing, he was like that after all.


Harry\'s eyes remained closed as he settled back into his chair, trying to hide his increased heart rate and breathing. What the bloody hell was happening to him? He waited a minute before blinking his eyes open, then blushing fiercely and scooting the chair quickly back under the table. He bit his lip firmly as even the slightest movement made him want to moan and just grab himself there and---try again. It was boggling Harry as to why he\'d been unable to get off in the washroom earlier. Merlin knew he was hot enough, and if he wasn\'t, he sure was now. His green eyes almost sparkled in tears of pain from the restricting pants and his increasingly painful erection.


It wasn\'t long before their buisness was concluded and Draco unfolded from his seat, \"Well that was most enlightening Severus, I suppose we\'ll see you again next week.\" And with that he took Harry\'s arm and steered him back out to the hall.


Harry nearly winced as he was dragged to his feet and out the door. He made sure that his eyes never laid on Snape again, afriad of what contents might appear on his lap---either from his mouth or...

His steps were short and quick as tears stung his eyes from the movements. Merlin...he was positive he was going to be purple. There was no way he couldn\'t be. Soft whimpers escaped him as they traveled on, pain tingling up his back. All he wanted was the washroom. There was absolutely no way that he couldn\'t get off now...no way.


Draco hummed as they apperated back to his own apartment, into one of the sitting rooms, he sprawled there, rolling his shoulders, \"Good god that man drones on even still.\"


Harry\'s face was nearly contorted in pain by now. His jaw was trembling so fiercely that he could barely swallow. He stood there, unable, and unwilling to move. He didn\'t want to do anything but die right then--he was going to die. His heart was pounding fiercely in his ears as the pain pinched at his thighs and waist, and he simply stood there and tried to ignore it. Green orbs shut tightly with glistens of tears with hands clasped in fists firmly at his sides.


Draco tilted his head, smirking faintly, \"Something wrong pet? You\'re stiff as a board.\" Though he didn\'t state what part of Harry was that stiff, he didn\'t have to.


Harry whimpered loudly when he tried to answer he was fine. Obviously he wasn\'t, but his face was beet red simply from thinking about anything right then. His arms shook as his nails dug into his palms and he let tears fall down his face. He tried to hold out, but he couldn\'t. \"...h-help....m-me....\"


Draco smiled at that, almost purring, stretching up from his seat, plucking at the button and the zip of the pants, cool fingers dipping just past, tutting softly at the heat radiating from Harry\'s skin.


Harry fell forward against Draco as tears fell from his face. He wanted it to feel good, he did--but it was so painful. His stiff arms bent and he grasped Draco\'s shirt in his fingers, balling it in his hands. \"I don\'t...I couldn\'t.....before....whenever I moved....\" His voice was small and weak, like that of a child\'s when pleading his mother to help him in something he had no idea how to do or why it wasn\'t working.


Draco shushed him gently, smiling, \"Shh shh shh, just relax Harry, everything\'s going to be alright now.\" He was caressing the other man\'s rigid shaft at that point, touches light, not wanting to send him into shock right off the bat.


Harry pulled himself closer to Draco as he whimpered and groaned at the same time. His grip on the blonde\'s shirt was tight as he buried his face into the other\'s neck. He wanted to scream in pain, and scream at Draco to just take it all away, but his throat was clammed together in desperation not to lose control.


Draco purred, \"Relax pet, just relax, I\'ll take care of everything.\" And he was going to as well, strokes already becoming firmer, more intent on bringing Harry to completion.


Harry\'s arms slipped around Draco\'s neck and hugged it tightly as whispy breaths of moans escaped him. His legs trembled as he held tighter to the other, fists clenched tightly as his pulse raced through him. He cried out, final tears slipping from his eyes as his body tremmored with bliss and relief of finally being free.

Harry clung to Draco until he was spent, his mind racing as to how Harry couldn\'t do that earlier, and why Draco, with only a few light touches could bring him so highly over the top.


Draco chuckled, settling back, smug as a cat who\'s had both cream and canary and managed to blame the mess on the dog. He lapped at his now sticky fingers, eyeing Harry intently, \"I told you you needed me pet.\"


Harry practically collapsed to the ground in relief and pleasure. He lowered his head to the cold floor tiles and laid there for a minute. Draco had put a spell on him....some sort of hex, or...curse or something. Harry almost understood now. He remembered Draco cooing those words into his head, say it again pet...tell me again. And he had. He had said what was on his mind. That he needed Draco. Not Malfoy; Draco. Harry\'s head spun as he fell completely against the floor, enjoying the cold along every inch of exposed skin.


Draco chuckled softly at that, finishing licking his fingers before he ruffled Harry\'s hair with the other hand, \"Up you go, some of us aren\'t finished yet.\"


Harry groaned a protest before dragging himself away from the cold refreshing floor. That had been one pain he never wanted to feel again. Ever. Times a Merlin. His head had stopped spinning and he was normal again aside from his skin was very hot. His heart pounded when his thoughts traveled to one little detail. It wasn\'t even 10am yet.


Draco smiled, still petting the other\'s hair, brow arching just slightly, waiting for Harry to notice his own heightened state of arousal.


Harry\'s eyes opened slowly, and when he realized what Draco was waiting for, his cheeks flushed in embarassment. The thought of it still grossed Harry to no end, and he closed his eyes again, hoping that the blonde hadn\'t noticed them open and wouldn\'t say anything.


Draco sighed heavily, one arm folded behind his head, the other trailling through his pet\'s hair again, \"I\'m waiting.\"


Harry bit his lip and reached slowly for the blonde\'s waistline. He couldn\'t very well not thank him....right? His trembled fingers hovered on the waistband before gently curling under it. Harry\'s head bent low as he looked at the floor instead of what he was doing. He rather didn\'t want to do this--but he knew that Draco would be annoyed if he didn\'t. Besides, he owed him after Draco had just helped him. Greatly. He swore he would have died if Draco hadn\'t helped.

He still didn\'t want to.


Draco sighed heavily, shaking his head, \"Don\'t dawdle pet, some of us have schedules to keep to.\"


Swallowing nervously, Harry pulled the waist of Draco\'s pants down, not looking directly at anything. Once the materials were out of the way, Harry\'s fingers hesitated above the prince\'s prize. With a nervous and deep breath, Harry curled his fingers around the tip and slid his loose fist down the other\'s length.


Draco shifted sligtly, hips rolling upwards just a fraction at the touch, smiling again as he trailed his fingers through the other\'s hair, \"Such a good boy.\"


Harry\'s cheeks flushed at this. He was such an object and he hated it, yet loved it? He raised his fist to the tip again and repeated the decent a bit tighter this time. In all his wandering thoughts, Harry found his eyes wandering as well, trailing the prince\'s body as he marvelled in the feeling of the slender fingers in his hair.


Draco made a faint sound in the back of his throat at that, hips arching just slightly once more, very nearly purring at that point, eyes heavy-lidded, breathing beginning to shallow.


Harry smiled to himself, allowing his gaze to travel up to the blonde\'s face now, watching it wash over in bliss. He continued loosening his grip at the base and tightening it a small amount at the top every time.


Draco was definitely purring by then, hips rolling up into the other\'s touch with each stroke, eyes closed, just watching through his lashes, chewing the corner of his lip.


Harry secretly enjoyed this sound, but he wouldn\'t admit it. He soon was working Draco\'s length down as he had been, and carefully with the same grip upwards again.


Draco\'s breathing was shallowing further by the moment, almost panting at that point, hips bucking upwards at the touches.


Harry bit his lip and looked at the floor as he continued. His ears were hot; he almost felt as if he\'d been caught watching Draco do something he wasn\'t supposed to see. He swallowed nervously and looked at Draco again as he worked the flaming skin. Harry let his other hand trail along Draco\'s abs hesitantly, feeling the skin with his hot fingers.


Draco made another throaty sound at that, stomach tensing slightly under Harry\'s touch, purring, \"Mnn, more.\"


Harry blushed at this, but found himself happy that Draco enjoyed it. He kept a firm fist around the erection as Harry\'s other hand trailed his nails over the skin, eyeing Draco\'s reactions.


He made another throaty sound then, swallowing thickly, \"Nn, good boy.\" He was close at that point, but he at least had better control.


Harry trailed his fingers cautiously down Draco\'s naval, circled it a few times before trailing his nails down and along his base. He then continued along his thighs gently, along that crease of joints on his hips. He could still feel his own skin tingling with the blonde\'s touches and the tremmor of his own pain and bliss.


His breath hitched once again at that, eyes fluttering closed completely for a moment, hips bucking upwards slightly again, that was good.


Harry trailed his fingers back up, around and down the same path on the other thigh before trailing up his hard shaft shakily and alternating hands that moved down the length firmly from the tip.


Draco was panting then, the pace was enough to keep him balanced on the edge of climax at that point, and was therefore highly frustrating


Harry almost smiled in accomplishment. Harry had been on the end of Draco\'s leash for the past few days, and now Harry had control, however little it may be. Harry kept the tedious pace up, doing his best to keep Draco on the edge without falling over.


Though it wasn\'t long before Draco was thoroughly frustrated by that, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of Harry\'s neck with a faint growl, \"Suck.\"

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Responses to reviews on this chapter

LPhoenix
great chapter.. thank you so for the update!!!! *hugs you* update again soon!

^_^ I plan on it. I gotta get some stuff done for my sister\'s wedding next week first (yea right... *is too into HP lately*) but I\'ll work on it. ^_^


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thrnbrooke
Was Draco watching Severus and Harry? If not he should have. Severus wants to take Harry away from Draco. He just might want to re-evaluate things. Can\'t wait for chapter 19!

*grins* I think he had been watching, but I\'m not sure. *grins* I hope Severus tries something else later on--unfortuneately he hasn\'t yet where we\'re up to. *pouts* *realizes she probably shouldn\'t have said anything* \"I shouldn\'ta said that...\" ^-^

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Olivia
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thats one of the hottest things ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*giggles* Glad you think so. ^_^


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Sakuya
awwwwwww!!!!! that was so sweet!!!!! ( well *i* think so at least XD ) can\'t wait till you update, awwww! t\'was an adowible chappie ^-^ xo

Sweet? Hmm, not sure if I\'d use that word exactly, maybe. ^_^ Hot definately. lol.

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Salyrine
Sandrieir@gmail.com
This is a wonderful story. :) Although there are a few repetitive mistakes. Like:

[Harry sighed inwardly before reluctantly biting the sweet again. He kept his eyes low in shame. He couldn\'t believe he was reduced to this.
Draco smiled, deciding that perhaps he\'d have to do this more often, considering that he quite liked the almost blush that kept tinging Harry\'s cheeks.]

and

[Draco sighed, shaking his head again, fingers resting against Harry\'s shoulder, \"Nothing? You didn\'t hear anything?\"
Harry was slightly freaked out by this. He took a few steps back, trying to avoid Mafloy\'s hands and fingers. He looked at the ground. He hated this. He knew what Malfoy was meaning now...he should have picked up sooner. What else could he be talking about in this room? \"No....\"]

Also, you should try starting a sentence without using Harry and Draco so often. I\'m still hoping for more!! Keep up the great work!

I agree on the name repetitiveness, and I\'ve been working on it a bit more, nfortuneately, in RP\'s that\'s sort of the style. But I\'m trying to use \'the brunette\' \'the blonde\' \'the prince\' \'the other\' and blah more, though I know that willget tiring as well.

However, I don\'t see the problems with the two examples you provided. I see the \'Mafloy\' spelling error, and I will try to fix that if it is in this chapter, if not it may take a while to find. Other then that, I do\'nt see any spelling mistakes, or inconsistancies in wordng or anything. So if you could point it out a bit more specifically, that would be awesome. ^_^

Thanks to the review!!

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