Riposte

A chapter dedicated to all those absolutely brillaint people who've reviewed this complete and utter ball of insanity! I'm unsure if this is as funny as the first part, but I just ended up writing what came to mind at the time! Hope you all enjoy it!


Pairing: Tom/Dan aka Draco/Harry
Warnings: REAL PERSON SLASH! and all the other delightful things that go along with two men having sex! BE WARNED!


Part Two


“And then…and then I turned the language on his phone into Turkish! You should have seen his face! Fortunately, someone on the set knew the language, so they fixed it up, but it was so funny!”

Everyone cracked up as Dan finished up the story about a prank he had pulled in one of the earlier movies. They had just finished filming a scene in the potions classroom and were just wandering off set as the lights were turned off and some packed up for the day.

“You do really need to get your own cell phone, Dan.” Emma Watson smiled as she nudged him lightly with her shoulder.

“Yeah, it’d stop you fiddling with ours all the time!” Rupert Grint piped up, a big grin on his face. A few people peeled off from the group, waving goodbyes, till there was only the three of them left.

“Potter!” A familiar voice spat behind them, causing Dan to go rigid all of a sudden and stop walking. Emma glanced at the sudden lack of movement and watched with a slow smile of interest as Dan’s eyes went slightly glassy.

He turned ever so slowly and there was Tom Felton, standing there, bold as brass with his hands on his hips, sneer on his face.

Emma laughed quietly and Rupert paled slightly, his mouth making a little quivering motion. He’d never been as comfortable around the two of the together since a few weeks ago when…when… His mind quickly shied away from the traumatic experience.

Tom slowly sauntered up to Dan, eyeing him up and down with contempt, arrogance oozing for every movement.

“Professor Snape wants to see you in his classroom, or did that scar give you brain damage? Forget you’ve got a detention, Potter?” He sneered, looking down at Dan, secretly thrilled that he was taller and thus able to almost strongarm his secret lover into what he wanted him to do.

“Come off it, Tom!” Rupert found his voice, even if it was slightly squeaky. “Filming’s over for the day mate…”

Tom shot him a look that made Rupert almost take a step back, so full to the brim of Malfoy malice.

“I’m well aware of that, Weaselbee, but Potter here needs to practise some lines. With me.” He stated, dragging his heavy gaze back over to Dan.

The brunette seemed stunned, immobile till he suddenly licked his lips and flushed slightly, his eyes locked with Tom’s.

Emma noticed this and quickly tried to think of a tactful way of leaving. She put her hand on Rupert’s shoulder and began to walk away, leaving the two staring at each other.

“Come on Rupe, we promised we’d help Will with that thi-…” Her voice trailed off as she led Rupert away who was giving them wary looks over his shoulder, his mouth making quirky little motions that looked like he was about to be ill.

The two stared at each other for a long, tension-filled moment. Dan’s lips parted as he felt his body begin to respond.

“Tom…” Dan started, whispering even though it was just the two of them. “What are you doing?”

Tom grinned and flicked a bit of hair out of his face with a slight toss of his head. He leaned forward, his hand sliding up Dan’s side and coming to rest of his shoulder as he bent to whisper in Dan’s ear.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for about a few weeks now…”

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The potions set was empty already, everyone wanting to go home after the long day. The lights were off but Tom quickly made his way over to the switchboard and flicked a few on. The classroom came to life in front of them, only missing the students and Alan’s consistently billowing robes.

Dan slowly walked up to the front, where Tom had situated himself, leaning on Snape’s desk, an air of boredom about him.

With a smile, finally realising where this was going, he slipped back into character.

“So where’s the professor? You said he wanted to see me.” Dan didn’t try to hold back the irritation in his voice. The class had finished and he’d wanted to spend some time with his friends. Now here was Malfoy, making up something about a detention.

Tom smirked and pushed off from the desk.

“Oh…I forgot to mention. He’s left already, you’ll be serving your detention with me tonight, Potter. So get to scrubbing those cauldrons. The big ones.” He gestured to the potions cupboard behind the desk where Dan knew the large cauldron props were kept.

Dan scowled, keeping in character but trying to stop the rising in his pants at Tom ordering him around. The fact that the were actually on the set was making it just that much more real, and if Dan had any say, he was hoping Tom would just bend him over the desk and have at it.

Tom, however, seemed to have much more of an idea where he’d be bending Dan over though.

The brunette knelt down, grabbing a cloth from beside the cupboard and opened the doors, pulling a cauldron out. Fortunately they weren’t even dirty so he could just mime the cleaning rather than actually doing it. He swiped at one, wondering what was going to happen next and slightly excited by the fact that he didn’t know. What kind of monster he’d created that day in the trailer he wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t wait to find out.

“Stop.”

The command came softy, and Dan’s hands ceased their rubbing.

“What Malfoy? You can’t possibly make this worse.”

“Take your clothes off.” Said the voice of a thousand smirks.

Dan spun around, the cauldron crashing over on its side, making both boys wince at the sound. Didn’t want to get caught.

“What?! You want me to what?!”

Tom leant down, faster than Dan thought he’d be able to, and got right in his face.

“I said. Take. Your. Clothes. Off. I am a prefect and you will obey me, if you don’t want to get another detention. I might tell Snape you didn’t even turn up to this one…” He sneered down at Dan.

Dan grumbled and stood, angrily ripping at his school tie. That’s the last thing he needed, more detentions. Especially since Quidditch trials were coming up again soon.

He hesitated at his pants, his shirt already folded and sitting on one of the desks.

“All of it!” Malfoy snapped, leaning up against the desk again, obviously enjoying the view.

He yanked his pants down and stepped out of them, chucking them over the back of his chair. He bent again to pick up the cloth when Tom’s wand was suddenly in his face.

“Are you deaf as well as an idiot, Potter? I said all of it.”

Dan raised his head, incredulous, his hands coming to rest possessively on his boxers.

Surely he didn’t mean…

“Tom…?” Dan whispered, unsure.

The Slytherin arched an eyebrow and gave the barest of nods, reassuring him that Tom knew what he was doing. Being caught naked on the set wasn’t something he particularly wanted to be known for. God knows what the repercussions would be

His face flushed heavily. Even though they’d been naked together before and there wasn’t really a part of him that Tom hadn’t seen, hadn’t tasted with that wicked tongue of his, he still felt…shy and slightly embarrassed. He would be on display again and their voices seemed to echo around the empty set, reiterating the fact that they were in a large, almost public, space and anyone could walk in.

He glanced back up at Tom and took a deep breath before pulling down his boxers and stepping out of them. He kicked them to one side and raised his gaze to meet Tom’s, steady and resolute.

Grey eyes raked up and down his frame with poorly hidden desire. In fact, Tom wasn’t trying to hide it at all, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth to gently chew on as he examined Dan, lingering on his half-hard cock.

“Happy, Malfoy?” Dan bit out, green eyes full of barely suppressed rage, fighting the urge to cover himself and ruin his show of Gryffindor bravery.

Tom nodded, his blond hair falling forward slightly as a smirk swam across his face.

“Very.”

Dan swallowed heavily and knelt back down on the floor, taking the cauldron up and rubbing it again.

The room was silent for a while then suddenly a voice was right beside his ear, making him jump and bang his hand on the inside of the cauldron.

“You’re doing it wrong.” Tom breath puffed against his ear and Dan felt the closeness of him in the heat against his back. He turned his head, surprised to find Tom’s face right up against his own. He stared into grey eyes as hands came up to clasp his naked hips, urging him up onto his knees, leaning the rest of him over the cauldron.

“Wha-what are you doing?” He gasped out as Tom’s tongue slid down across his shoulder and along the dip in his back, leaving a wet trail that the cooling air blew across and made him shiver.

A silky hand gently rubbed a circle on his side as that sinful tongue dipped further lower, laving a ticklish trail down between the twin globes of his ass.

Dan cried out and arched his back, hand digging into the metal surface of the cauldron as Tom found what he’d been looking for.

The sensation stopped suddenly.

“Did I say you could stop cleaning, Potter?”

Dan opened his eyes with some difficulty, crying out again as Tom dipped back down, his tongue silky and wet against him.

He clutched the cloth in his hand and made a few well-meaning swipes at the cauldron he was leaning over but just couldn’t concentrate enough to make a good go at it.

Tom stopped again and glanced around at his idle hands.

“God, you’re so useless! No wonder no one wants you as their son, Potter! Can’t even clean a bloody cauldron properly!”

Dan growled and began to snap back a retort that was abruptly cut off as he felt Tom’s well-slicked erection pressing at his entrance. Well-manicured hands came down to rest on his hips, pulling him into line.

“Come on you Gryffindork, up on your knees like a good slut…” Tom murmured behind him, as Dan shifted under his grip to accommodate his lover’s insistent press forward.

They both gasped in tandem as Tom slid into him, Dan arching his back and letting his head drop forward, banging it rather hard on the cauldron he was draped over.

“Oww…Christ!” He cursed, trying to ignore Tom’s minute shaking as he tried to hold in his laughter.

“Shut up you… Get on with it.”

Tom gave one last snort and got on with it.

Barely a minute or so later, as the classroom slowly began to echo with Dan’s whimpers and groans of delight, Tom stopped and pulled out.

“What? What are you doing?” Dan twisted round to look at him, his face flushed, mouth parted.

Tom sat back on his heels with a grimace of pain and struggled to get to his feet.

“Can we move? This floor is murder on my knees!”

Dan couldn’t help but laugh at the long-suffering look on Tom’s face. Tom smiled down at him and began laughing too. The whole situation suddenly seemed amusing. There was Dan, draped over a prop that he’d probably have to use tomorrow, buck naked, pretending to be his character so he could get done up the ass by his school-rival, and laughing for all he was worth.

Tom shook his head and offered him a hand up which he gladly took. They kissed briefly, both still smiling.

“So where to now, Mr Malfoy?” Dan whispered between kisses. Tom pushed him back towards Snape’s desk, climbing up after him and parting his thighs as kept their lips locked together.

He broke the kiss and fumbled in a pocket of his robes, which he was still wearing. It seemed that when he was playing Malfoy in bed he only felt the need to undress just enough to get the job done.

“What are you looking for? Hair out of place? Need a comb?” Dan asked snidely, slowly stroking his cock as he lay on his back watching Tom check his pockets again. Tom shot him a brief glare.

“Damn I’ve lost the lube.” He muttered and Dan shrugged.

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. I don’t wanna hurt you…”

Dan rolled his eyes.

“There should still be some…there, from before.”

“Oh wait! Hang on!” Tom leant over the side of the desk and pulled one of the drawers open and smiled triumphantly. “Brilliant!” He pulled out a vial which Dan knew he’d seen somewhere before.

Tom upended the contents into his fingers and sunk them back into his lover. Dan’s face twisted slightly and he groaned.

“Now come on Potter, don’t be difficult. You want this as much as I do. Don’t lie to me! Say you want it!”

Between affirmative gasps, Dan tried to figure out what it was that Tom was using as lube. The blonde tipped more onto his fingers and coated himself liberally and then Dan forgot all about it as Tom lifted his legs and resumed what the uncomfortable stone floor had interrupted.

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“Okay, so for this scene, Alan, you need to go to your desk, the prop you need should all ready be in there. You accuse Dan of lying about the stolen ingredients, then…well…we’ll have to get him out of the classroom somehow. Maybe we’ll try this scene in the potions cupboard as well, just to see what it looks like first.”

Alan Rickman nodded and so did Daniel. It was the day after and they were filming a scene with just the two of them in the Potions classroom set. Everywhere Dan looked were memories from the night before. It made him grin to himself when the camera wasn’t rolling. He could see Tom off to one side, talking quietly with some of the other actors.

“And…action!”

Dan walked forward and the scene commenced. Although, when the time came for Alan to pull out the vial from his desk he paused with a confused look on his face.

“Cut! Alan, what’s the matter? Isn’t it in there?” The director walked into the shot and up to the desk to peer into the drawer. Dan got an odd feeling in his stomach and shot Tom a look, who had also suddenly looked up, his mouth beginning to hang open. Dan quite quickly got the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong.

He caught the mutters of Alan and the director.

“…swear it was full yesterday…don’t know what’s happened…mix up…?”

Dan thought about the scene and finally realised just what Tom had done the night before. He stalked over his him, his face red from embarrassment.

“Tom, can I talk to you for a second?” He asked, pulling him a safe distance away from other people.

Tom’s mouth was pressed into a thin line as he tried not to smile, knowing what was coming.

“I can’t believe you! You used that?!” He whispered furiously. Tom just smirked, he eyes suddenly flicking over Dan’s shoulder as he saw something but the brunette was too wound up to notice.

“You used Veritiserum as lube?! Next time you want to do me up the ass on Snape’s desk, you had better come prepared!” He turned to stalk back to the set and met Rupert’s stunned and pale face, inches from his own.

“I…I…I…” The redhead seemed stuck on repeat, his eyes glazing over as they rolled up in his head and he fell to the floor in a dead faint.

Dan shot him a grumpy look as he bent to help his friend and Tom burst into laughter.

Just another day on set.


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Thanks again to all the people who've enjoyed this! There's no plan to continue this AS OF YET, but I'll leave it open for more possible one-shot-ish chapters with our darling boys, if any happen to come to mind! Let me know if you'd like to see more!

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