The Slave

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I got a lot of requests to make this more than a one-shot, so here it is! A full-blown story! I make no promises as to how often updates will occur. I’m really bad about stressing over things so I promise unless I get this finished before school starts this will take a serious back-burner position….

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Chapter warnings: OOCness, food used in creative ways, spanking, anal sex, oral sex blah blah blah

Chapter 2: Let’s Have a Picnic!

Harry was “brushing” his hair when Ron walked into their room.

“Look at you, ‘Arry! Got a big date or what?” Harry blushed furiously at the question. He had to admit he did look nice. Draco had given him some clothes to wear on their little “encounters.” Today’s outfit included nice jeans that actually fit and a dark green golf shirt that flattered his eyes. It was something that he would never have even considered for himself, finding golf shirts to be a little….gay, but he found himself thinking about getting more.

“I, I guess you could say that,” Harry mumbled.

“Who is she?” Ron asked, an eager look on his face. He’d been worried about his friend lately. After breaking up with Ginny, Harry seemed slightly depressed and every time someone mentioned dating he would seem to fade away into his own world, looking off into some unknown landscape. Harry didn’t know that Ron knew about him and Ginny, the two having decided it was for the best that her over-protective brother didn’t know, but Ginny had told Ron after the breakup. She said Harry had started to act strangely towards the end and she was worried about him. Ron had been watching him ever since and had to agree that something seemed to be wrong. Then suddenly, everything was fine and old Harry was back, happier than ever. He, Ginny and Hermione, who had also been worried, were relieved and curious as to what caused the change. Ron was relieved that he could now report back to the troops that the cause of Harry’s newfound happiness was a girl.

“I’m afraid I don’t have time to tell you right now. I have to go. Actually I’m a little late. I, I, I’ve gotta run,” Harry rambled, hoping he didn’t have the deer-in-the-headlights-look on his face that he knew he did. With that he scurried out of the door with his cloak draped over his arm.

He wasn’t really late, he just wasn’t ready to reveal all to Ron and his other friends. He knew they had been a little worried about him, but “Oh, actually, I’m not dating any girl, I’m dating a bloke. Did I mention his name is Draco, Draco Malfoy?” seemed like a lot to say and he wanted to have to only say it once to everyone, with a chance of an ally and therefore an easier defense.

“Enough of that, I have a date!” At that thought a huge grin spread across Harry’s face and he picked up his pace, running out of the castle doors…

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Draco strolled calmly out of the dungeons. He had his trademark smirk firmly in place. Today was going to be very interesting. He was wearing a dark blue button-down shirt, black pants, his cape over his shoulders, and a picnic basket safely tucked under his arm with all sorts of goodies to share with his little pet. He was a little early, but he didn’t like to be late for anything, even if that meant waiting. Of course, being a Malfoy entitled him to a little griping whenever the person did show up. A Malfoy was always right after all.

Malfoy calmly strolled across the lawn, nodding regally towards the giggling girls who saw him pass. He went past the more “popular” places to hang out on sunny days and headed for a nearby grove of trees. After making sure no one was looking, Draco took out his wand and whispered a few words. The undergrowth and threes shifted, providing a passage into a small clearing including a nice patch of sun, shade from a weeping willow at the edge of the tree line, and a little pond fed by a small stream. The whole thing was quite small, but perfect for a romantic getaway, or a quiet place to study, whichever you preferred.

Draco sat the picnic basket down and removed the shrinking charm. He pulled a large blanket out of the basket and spread it out in the sunlight. He then proceeded to pull out various food items including chicken salad, bread, a tossed salad, and a couple of types of fruit. He also produced two champagne glasses and a bottle of said beverage. He had no more than finished when Harry stepped through the foliage.

“You’re early,” Draco teased.

“So are you.”

“I’m always early. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m not ready to face Ron.” Draco smirked at this.

“Sit.” Harry wasted no time following this order. He was starving, having been too nervous to eat breakfast that morning.

“It looks wonderful,” Harry commented, glancing at the arrangement of food.

“Of course. I must admit, the house elves at Hogwarts do their race proud,” Draco responded, hoping the complement towards the little monsters would earn him some points.

“They do. Not that I’ve had much exposure to other house elves. Just Kreature and…” Harry trailed off here. He wasn’t sure how Draco felt about Dobby.

“And Dobby, but he was always a little odd, even for a house elf,” Draco offered, seeing the source of the tension.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered, still not sure about the conversation. Draco took a sip of champagne and gently sat his glass down.

“Look, Harry, I realize that our past isn’t exactly sunshine and licorice wands, and I know that my family isn’t exactly at the top of the most loved in the wizarding world, but I DO have a heart under my scaly exterior and a brain in my big head,” Draco teased. “I know about what happened with Dobby, I know about the Chamber of Secrets, everyone in Slytherin does, and I know that a lot of other…unpleasantness has occurred, but please Harry, give me the benefit of the doubt.”

Harry offered the blonde a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, Draco. It’s just that…I, I really want this to work out, whatever this is. And I REALLY don’t know how to do that.”

“This, right now, is a picnic on the grounds. And who knows, if you’re very good I just might put out, but right now, that’s all you need to think about. I know it’s easier to just avoid the touchy subjects, but if we’re going to make this be more than a picnic and great sex, we’re going to have to wrestle out the kinks. Well, some of them anyways...” Draco then took a polite bite out of his sandwich.

Harry looked at Draco for a moment. “Deep man, that was deep. Alright, well, what do you want to talk about?” Draco shook his head.

“You’re trying too hard. Just let the conversation happen. If it doesn’t happen it doesn’t happen. So just, what is it your kind says? Chill? Mm, I wanted to ask you, did you understand the assignment from Flitwick? I think I know what he wants, but I’m not sure of what he wants, do you know what I mean?”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and took up the conversation. They discussed the various homework assignments and the teachers who assigned them. This lead to gossip about fellow students in said classes which paved the path for past relationships.

“Cho and Ginny are the only girlfriends I’ve ever had. Well, if you could call Cho a girlfriend…”

“The rest of the school did so you might as well. You two were the gossip of the town. I have to ask, how did it end? There are so many rumors floating around.”

“You are a gossip whore, you know that?” Harry teased.

“No, gossip queen, there’s a difference. Now tell!!!”

Harry laughed at Draco’s antics and proceeded to tell him about the whole Cho fiasco from start to finish. By the time he was done Draco was laughing so hard he was turning a nice shade of Gryffindor red. Harry found he couldn’t help but start laughing as well. When the boys managed to regain their composure, Harry asked Draco about his past conquests.

“You know they say you are the Sex God of Slytherin. Is it true you’ve slept with every girl in Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in our year?” This earned another small laugh and a haughty look from Draco.

“That is a slight exaggeration. I’ve slept with all of the girls in Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hufflepuffs are too weird. They are all Lovegood’s at heart.”

Harry gave Draco a searching look for a moment. “How can you do that? Just sleep with so many girls like that?”

“It’s easy, when a hormonal teenage bloke sees a hormonal teenage girl…”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“I don’t respect them. Any girl who is willing to just put herself out like that to a guy with a reputation like mine is just asking to be used. The girls I respected I waited for. There was only one. Suzanna Whipple in Slytherin. I respected her and let her lead the relationship.” Draco had a really faraway look in his eye.

“What happened? Harry quietly asked. Draco heaved a mighty sigh.

“She dragged me through the mud, used me, and ran off with Daryl Schmit. I’m ashamed to say I was blindsided. Don’t you dare tell anyone I told you that.”

“What did you do?” At that question a slightly evil smile crossed Draco’s face.

“Get a good look at her one of these days. Her nose is huge and she now has this inexplicable fear of pudding….”

“What about me?” Harry asked.

“What?”

“I said, what about me? Are you just using me? Do you have no respect for me?”

Draco had a look of confusion and slight worry on his face. “Why would you think that?”

“You just said that you sleep with the girls you don’t respect right away. Does that apply to blokes too? Our first date was a race followed by sex in the common room. Are you planning to just use me and lose me? Because I want to know now if you are.”

Draco was quiet for a moment, thinking out how best to answer. “First, that wasn’t how it was. We had sex in my room, not the common room. You just gave me a delightful show in the common room. Harry, I’ve dated two blokes outside of this, our wonderful little this, and I must say, the rules are completely different. For two moments in my life I didn’t try to be someone I’m not. And, I really liked it. Look, as far as I’m concerned we’ve been flirting for the past 5 years and damnit I’m ready for some action! Now, take off your clothes and lie down.”

Harry quickly stood up and pulled off his shirt. He wanted to continue the conversation, but he realized that what Draco had already said took a lot of effort and trust and he would need time to build up more. This had potential to work, and he didn’t want to lose it. Soon Harry was standing naked in front of Draco. Draco was sipping his champagne, watching as the young man in front of him slowly grew hard.

“Lie down on your back, arms at your sides and legs spread,” Draco ordered. When Harry was in position Draco laid down next to him, draping an arm and a leg over the brunette. “Don’t move unless I tell you too.” Harry nodded then groaned as Draco ran his tongue along Harry’s neck. Draco worked on Harry’s neck and shoulders for a few minutes, leaving a trail of marks from just under his chin down to his chest. When he had finished his task Harry was hard as a rock and trembling, begging for more. Draco smirked at the young man and went to the picnic basket.

Harry was struggling to maintain some semblance of composure and follow all orders given. He assumed that trying to give himself a little relief would be frowned upon, so he tried to distract himself from his throbbing groin. Draco was digging around in the basket, taking things out and putting things back in. Unfortunately for Harry, Draco had placed himself so Harry couldn’t see what was happening. He was relieved when Draco finally turned towards him. He had a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a dish of whipped cream in the other. He raised his eyebrow in an attempt to mimic Draco’s signature look only to have it returned ten times better.

Draco moved over to where Harry was spread out and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before setting down the strawberries and dipping two fingers into the bowl of whipped cream. He drew intricate designs on Harry’s chest, focusing around his aroused nipples, with the cream. After he was satisfied he drew a trail down Harry’s torso and covered his weeping member in the whipped cream. Draco then sat that particular dish down and picked the strawberries back up. Draco carefully picked through the strawberries, looking for imagined bad spots before finally settling on a rather plump berry. He ran the berry over Harry’s nipple, gathering up the cream there and gently brushing the skin. Harry groaned. Draco brought the berry to his lips and licked some of the cream off of it.

“Mmm, tastes good. Here, have a lick,” Draco offered. He put the fruit by Harry’s lips, allowing the other young man to lick the rest of the whipped cream off of it. Harry eagerly raised his head and caressed the offered strawberry with his tongue. He found this whole thing incredibly erotic. He started to try to take a bite out of the strawberry, but Draco pulled it away.

“Ah ah ah, I said lick it, not bite it. No more treats for you,” Draco chastised. He then took a big bite out of the strawberry, making sure to let some juice dribble down his chin. He gathered the juice on his finger and started to offer it to Harry before quickly pulling back. “Oops, I almost forgot.” He then stuck the finger in his mouth and closed his eyes as he sucked the juices off, obviously enjoying it. Draco listened to Harry’s groans of frustration with delight. Draco then took what was left of the berry and squeezed it into a pulp over Harry’s exposed nipple. With a smirk he bent down and took a long lick of Harry’s pec. Harry let loose a loud moan and his back arched.

A bowl of strawberries later Draco had Harry’s chest clean. Now for that pesky trail…Draco gave Harry an evil look and attacked the rest of the whipped cream with the exception of what was decorating Harry’s cock. Harry was begging for some sort of relief by the time Draco was done with this particular task.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want something? Oh, would you look at that, there is still some whipped cream in this bowl. It’d be a shame to let this go to waste….” Draco scooped what was left of the cream onto his hand. “Bend your knees and spread your legs as far apart as they can go.”

“They are spread.”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No sir,” Harry mumbled, quickly raising his knees and spreading them far apart. He felt uncomfortably exposed. He liked to be fucked, but he was very self-conscience about his body from the waist down, his arse in particular. He tried to remind himself that Draco wouldn’t care, but he couldn’t stop the blush that crept up to his cheeks.

Draco noticed how uncomfortable Harry had become.

“It’s alright Harry, you’re fine,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear. Harry appreciated the tender moment, knowing it would probably be a long time before that happened again. Draco pulled away and moved down Harry’s body with his handful of whipped cream. He then proceeded to smear said delight over Harry’s thighs, taint, and balls.

“Now, to get you cleaned up!” Draco bent down and started to lick the whipped cream off of Harry’s body, ignoring his straining cock. When he collected the cream off of Harry’s taint Draco’s tongue dipped a little lower, earning a shocked gasp from Harry that lead into a desperate moan as Draco sucked his balls into his mouth. Soon, all that was left was what decorated Harry’s cock. Draco sat up and started to strip.

“Please, Draco…”

“Yes?”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Suck me damnit!!” Harry screamed as the blonde continued to calmly remove his clothes.

“Poor Harry, so desperate.” Draco finished taking off his clothes and neatly folding them. He got back down on the ground with Harry and ran a finger across the tip of Harry’s cock. “Mmm, here Harry, I guess you’ve been good enough to have your treat privileges back,” Draco said, offering his finger covered in the cream-cum mixture to the obedient Harry. Harry eagerly licked off the offering. He whimpered when the finger was taken away. That whimper quickly turned into a gasp followed by intense moans as Draco swallowed Harry’s entire length in one go. Harry tried to lie still as Draco worked his magic with lips, tongue and teeth, but soon he couldn’t control himself anymore and found himself curled around Draco, holding his head to his crotch and thrusting desperately into that wonderful mouth.

Draco allowed this abandonment of his earlier orders, getting even more turned on than he already was by the rough treatment he was receiving. Harry’s thrusts suddenly became desperate humps and Draco felt Harry’s balls start to tighten up. A few strokes later and his mouth was filled by Harry’s bitter release and his ears were filled with Harry’s relieved screams. Draco continued to suck on Harry’s dick for a few minutes before licking him clean and pulling away entirely.

“Now that we have taken care of that little ‘problem,’ we have another little problem to deal with,” Draco said with an evil look on his face.

“We do?” Harry croaked, his throat dry from screaming. He gratefully accepted the glass of water offered to him.

“Yes, we do. What did I tell you when you stripped for me?” Draco asked, crossing to the edge of the woods and picking up a vine.

“Umm, don’t move?”

“Don’t move. That would be correct. What did you do Harry? You not only moved, you fucked my mouth.” Harry had the decency to blush at that. Draco continued to play with the vine.

“I-I-I’m so-“

“Be quiet,” Draco snapped. Harry shut his mouth and cringed slightly. Draco looked at Harry for a few minutes, appreciating the look of fear on his face. “Get on your hands and knees, Potter.”

Harry scrambled to get into position. Draco picked up his wand and with a muttered incantation had the vine holding Harry in place on his knees with his wrists tied to his ankles.

“This, Harry, is just a reminder to follow orders in the future,” Draco drawled, slowly walking around Harry, taking a moment to appreciate the delicious view of Harry’s arse on full display for him. “Now, to make sure you remember this little lesson.” Draco walked away from Harry, listening to the quiet whimpers emanating from Harry. He knew Harry was nervous, not knowing what Draco was doing or what he was planning. Draco examined the trees, taking his time, turning every once in a while to look at Harry. He finally found what he was looking for: a long, thin branch that under his nimble fingers became the perfect switch.

Harry wasn’t expecting the attack on his behind, though he figured later that he should have. Draco repeatedly hit his arse with the switch, causing Harry to cry out and angry red welts to form across his arse and thighs. Harry loved it. It was the most amazing rush he had ever had and he soon realized that his flaccid penis was quickly putting itself back into the game.

Draco was thoroughly enjoying himself. He loved the sounds Harry made, he loved the sounds the switch made, he loved the sight of Harry’s poor, abused behind, riddled with angry welts, and he loved knowing that it was him doing it to Harry.

After what seemed like forever to both boys, Draco stopped. “Now Harry, what did we learn from this?”

“To do as I’m told.”

“That’s right. Now, onto more entertaining things…” Draco whispered, staring longingly at Harry’s arse. Draco muttered a spell that created lube in the palm of his hand. He knelt down behind Harry, placing one hand on the prone boy’s back and using the other to quickly prepare him. He soon had three fingers pumping into Harry quickly. Draco chuckled deep in his throat as Harry tried to fight the restraints and thrust back onto his fingers. He then pulled his fingers out and quickly spread lube onto his own throbbing erection.

“Brace yourself.” That was all the warning Harry received before Draco thrust half of his cock in his arse. Draco held still for a moment, whispering endearments into Harry’s ear as Harry struggled with the sudden intrusion. When Harry’s breathing evened out some, Draco slowly started to ease forward. In a few minutes he was pressed completely into Harry. He pulled out and thrust back in with a quick jerk of his hips. Harry gasped as Draco’s hips hit the angry welts.

“Gods yessss,” Harry hissed at the pleasurable pain. Draco smirked and went at it like an animal, thrusting into Harry with every ounce of energy and strength he had. Soon, both Harry and Draco were crying their release to the sky.

Draco slowly pulled out and flopped down beside Harry.

“Umm, Draco?” Harry brought Draco’s attention back to him.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry,” Draco apologized before releasing the vines. Harry collapsed onto the ground next to Draco. After a moment he rolled over, wrapping his arms and legs around the blonde.

“Harry, I don’t cuddle,” Draco drawled, trying to hide his blush and pleased grin.

“Too bad, deal,” was Harry’s content response before drifting off to dreamland.

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