Just a Poker Face

Big Blind

Harry had spent his afternoon in the common room, carefully ignoring the incessant questions of his friends as to why he was letting Malfoy get away with what he was doing, and finishing his homework. When dinnertime came, Harry got up, ran a hand through his hair as though it would help to style it, and walked out the portrait hole to obey his master’s orders.

Dinner had already started when he got to the doors of the Great Hall and stepped in. Somehow, he felt as though every pair of eyes was suddenly turned to him as he stood there, his eyes flitting from the Gryffindor table on one end of the Hall to the Slytherin table at the other end. He took a deep breath and began to move towards the Slytherin table.

His eyes searched quickly until he found Draco, sitting next to his friends and staring intently at him. He walked confidently, his head held high, up to his master and stopped behind him. His shirt collar was open to reveal the black collar that Draco had given him (or rather forced on him) earlier in the day.

“You’re late, Potter,” the Slytherin’s voice chastised him.

“Sorry, sir,” he replied compliantly, bowing his head and allowing his lips to draw into a tight smirk. Malfoy snickered and turned his attention to Pansy who was sitting next to him.

“Move,” he told her without warning. She stared at him for a moment in confusion. “I said move, Parkinson.”

“But Draco…”

“Just MOVE.”

Pansy slid over to make room for Harry and he stepped over to sit next to his master without needing to be asked. He was struck by how comfortable he felt sitting amongst a table full of Slytherins. He glanced across the Hall and saw the dumbstruck looks on his friends’ faces as he simply waited next to Draco.

“You can eat, Potter,” the blonde next to him snickered. “I promise the food isn’t poisoned.” Harry snapped out of his daze and reached for his goblet. “Can’t make any promises about the drink, mind you.”

“Clever,” Harry spat after taking a swig of the juice. Draco laughed and ate his food carefully. Harry took a few bites before leaving his plate and leaning back. He suddenly didn’t feel hungry at all. He became very aware of the groups of students looking over their backs or in between the heads of their friends to see Harry Potter sitting with the Slytherins.

He smiled a bit, realizing that he really did enjoy the feeling of causing that kind of scandal, but he still couldn’t bring himself to eat under that kind of supervision.

“No wonder you’re so small,” Draco sneered, staring at him. Harry’s head snapped to the side and he glared at his master. “You hardly eat anything.”

“I’m NOT small,” he defended, his brow knit in disdain. Draco smirked.

“Prove it,” Draco hissed with a dark smile. His grey eyes were shining maliciously in the light of the Hall and Harry felt the familiar sting of the collar against his neck, urging him to obey the command.

“How should I do that?” he asked, trying to ignore the collar. Draco leaned in and ran his tongue along the shell of Harry’s ear, running a hand down Harry’s thigh as he did.

“I think you already know,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Harry’s cheek. The Gryffindor shivered and felt himself grow excited slowly.

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes shifting to a dark and matte green as he turned his head to catch Draco’s mouth with his own. He mentally pushed all the other Slytherins away as he leaned into kiss his master and attempt to obey his command.

“Draco!! What the hell are you doing?!” a high-pitched and very shocked voice came from Harry’s left. Draco pulled away reluctantly.

“What the hell does it look like, Parkinson??” he drawled, looking ultimately unimpressed.

“You’re… you’re snogging…. POTTER!” she finally said, as though the idea was ludicrous. “Do you REALIZE that??”

“I’m not an idiot like you are, Parkinson,” he retorted, running his hand down Harry’s spine to the small of his back. “Potter is my slave and I’ll do with him whatever I want.”

Harry’s attention turned to the rest of the Hall, however, and not to the frantic girl sitting next to him. Every single student was now staring at him with shocked and even some appalled faces. He felt a surge of adrenaline and he turned to Draco again and licked his lips, running his own hand down Draco’s front.

“Maybe we should just get out of here,” he whispered with a smirk. His master gave him an approving look before taking his hand and leading him out of the Great Hall.

As soon as they were past the doors of the Hall and heard excited and confused chatter break out amongst all the students, Draco pushed Harry up against the wall and pressed against him, nipping at his lower lip.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” the blonde murmured in Harry’s ear as his fingers found their way down Harry’s front and cupped his growing erection. “You’re a little kinky, aren’t you Potter?”

“V-very,” he whispered in reply as Draco stroked him through his trousers. Draco pulled away with a mean smile.

“Exhibitionist?” he asked, licking his teeth. Harry nodded weakly, wanting Draco to touch him more.

“Good,” he said. Without another word, Draco was pulling him roughly down into the dungeons and towards the Slytherin common room.

Before they’d even entered, Draco turned and dragged Harry into a crushing kiss, muttering the password through the embrace. He walked backwards with Harry into the Slytherin common room and collapsed with the Gryffindor onto one of the black leather couches.

Harry knew that there must be students around, whether they were old enough to understand what was going on or not. Yet he didn’t care. He let himself collapse under Draco, ignoring the strange sounds coming from around him in the room.

“Show us then, Potter,” the Slytherin Prince commanded, forcing their hips together and yanking Harry’s trousers down, without undoing them. “How big are you?”

“Ahh,” Harry moaned from both the pain of the collar on his neck and the pleasure of Draco’s body against his own. The mixed feelings made for an intoxicating kind of sensation. “Y-yess..”

Draco smirked into their kiss as he sucked hard on Harry’s lip, his fingers coming up to undo the shirt Harry was wearing. The Gryffindor didn’t let his hands sit idle, though, and busied himself with removing his master’s clothes as well.

He wrenched Draco’s shirt off of him, quite sure that he’d torn the fabric. Instead of worrying, he let his fingers roam roughly over every arch and curve of his master’s torso, pressing himself against him. Draco finally pulled away and sat up over Harry, staring at his bare chest and trousers. His fingers found their way to Harry’s belt and pulled it away, undoing the trousers and pulling them down to reveal the Gryffindor’s fully erect cock.

“Well, well,” he sneered, licking his lips. Harry blushed a deep red as he lay fully revealed in the middle of the Slytherin common room. “I guess you aren’t so small.”

There were incomprehensible sounds coming from somewhere far away but Harry didn’t register them. He was staring at Draco as the blonde rolled the buds of his nipples between his fingertips. He shimmied down Harry’s body and leaned his head close to his erection.

“Draco…” he whispered, enthralled by the image he was seeing.

“Master,” Draco corrected before he opened his lips and closed them around the tip of Harry’s cock, sucking carefully at the pre-come.

“M-Master!” Harry found himself moaning. Draco opened his mouth more fully and pulled Harry’s entire length into his mouth, swirling his talented tongue around the head and along the shaft. Harry unconsciously brought his hands down to Draco’s head, grabbing handfuls of his soft blonde hair and angling his hips into his master’s mouth.

Draco sucked hard for a few moments before suddenly coming up and wiping his mouth. He gave Harry mischievous look before tearing his trousers off and pulling a small vial out of his pocket. He undid his own trousers and poured the vial over his twitching erection.

“Beg me, Potter,” he ordered, pulling Harry’s legs up over each of his arms. He leaned forwards until the head of his cock was pressing gently against Harry’s tight entrance.

“Please, Master, PLEASE!” he found himself screaming in order to comply with the order. Draco smiled and thrust hard into him, without any preparation at all. He filled Harry so completely and stretched him hard.

Harry screamed at first from the pain but it was quickly replaced by rolls of pleasure as Draco gyrated against him, moaning as he did. He compulsively brought his legs around Draco’s waist to pull him in further. Harry reached up around him and tugged at Draco’s neck until he was close enough to kiss.

“Is this your fantasy, Potter?” Draco growled, running his tongue over Harry’s lips. “To be fucked by me in front of an audience of Slytherins? Or would you prefer it to be your precious Gryffindor worshippers?”

“Ah, yes!” He answered, unsure of what he was answering. He urged Draco on, bucking his hips against every movement. “Harder, please, Master!!”

“Yes, Potter, scream for me,” he said, his voice husky as he breathed in Harry’s scent. He pushed in harder and harder, buried completely into Harry. “Tell them what you want me to do.”

“Fuck me harder! Faster, Master, yessss!” he obeyed, throwing his head back into the pleasure.

“Call my name!” Draco ordered, coming close to his end.

“Ahh, DRACO!!” Harry screamed as he climaxed, spilling his seed over the both of them. His voice echoed in the dungeons and Draco moaned into it as he filled Harry with his fluids and collapsed on top of him.

They laid there for a few moments, panting and breathing in every bit of one another before Draco sat up, did cleaning charms on both of them and arranging his clothes.

Harry followed suit and rearranged his own clothing before looking around and realizing that there were still some students staring at them, wide-eyed and likely traumatized by the whole event. He swallowed hard and turned a deeper shade of red than before.

“I did say snog, didn’t I?” Harry whispered to Draco, staring at the students’ scandalized looks. “And not shag?”

“Yes,” he replied simply, unbothered by the whispers that erupted around the room. He simply shot them all a look and they went back to their work as though nothing had happened.

“God I wish I could do that,” Harry remarked as he watched the students obey Draco. The Slytherin turned to him with a smirk. “You really are the Slytherin Prince, aren’t you?”

“Only royalty gets to have slaves,” he snickered, running his thumb over the black collar around Harry’s neck.

“Royalty and poker players,” Harry corrected, getting to his feet. He realized that he would have a lot of explaining to do to his friends by now.

“Maybe I should have you call me “Your Majesty”,” Draco mused, licking his lips as he fondled Harry’s arse.

“Don’t bet on it,” he spat, shooting his master a look. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yes, you will,” the blonde replied, running his fingers through his hair. “Be ready. It gets more intense from this point on.”

“I’m ready for anything you’ve got,” Harry retorted.

“Got a lot of attitude for a slave, don’t you?” Draco sneered.

“Bit too compliant for a master, aren’t you?” Harry countered. Draco snarled.

“I can change that.”

“Don’t.”

And Harry left the Slytherin common room to go and face his friends.

---TBC---


A/N: SO I think I’m going to take some of NejiBaby’s suggestions for the next parts, but I CANNOT for the life of me figure out what you meant by “bondage jump rope” hahaha so I had to skip that one ^_^ This is a lot of fun to write and all the titles are going to be related to Poker, though hopefully I can stop myself from using too many puns in there (but it’s just so TEMPTING) hahaha Review and tell me if you’ve got any suggestions for the rest of the week! Always looking for fun new ideas for crazy hot sex hahahah