Draco's Downfall

### BATHROOM ###

As Draco entered, he saw a very compact bathroom, basin straight ahead, loo on one side and a small shower on the other. Harry was stripping so Draco leaned in and started the shower water. A naked Potter was a definite turn on for Draco and what had been drooping suddenly decided to show its interest once more.

Harry clocked the empurpling prick and re-hardened his in response: “Do you mind if we share?”

“I imagined that that was what you intended; how about we soap each other?”

They climbed in and closed the waterproof curtain.

“Okay, I have some palm oil as well, it helps my Quidditch Callouses.”

“So you still play?”

“Yes! Each ministry department has its own amateur team, the Aurors and the Mysteries teams are the best, at the moment we’re in the lead, but they won the competition last year. You ought to join the Forensics team; you might give them a better chance next year.”

“I only do odd bits for them, so maybe I don’t qualify.”

“You would, other teams have part-timers and advisors included. I need some decent competition to stay on form.”

“But you won every time we played.”

“Mostly, yes! But there were many near misses; it was mostly luck and good team work. Slyth team members always seemed to be competing against each other instead of co-operating to beat the other team.”

During the conversation they had been soaping each other and their rooters were now fully rampant.

“Yes, I suppose we were, we were like that in house too. We all knew what we wanted and went straight for it, regardless of who got in the way. Now … I know what I want … And that’s for you to carry out your duties.”

“Duties?”

“Yes … You made me swear to obey you sexually and you’re not doing anything about it.”

“Yes I am, I’m pulling your plonker! And you are to obey me in everything, Understand?”

Draco was too fascinated to fully register what Harry was saying: “You can continue doing that and fuck me at the same time.”

“Um … I’ve never done that … I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just get on with it, Potter. I doubt you’ll hurt me, I’ll maybe be a little sore afterwards, but it’s well worth the thrill I’ll get with you inside me.” Draco turned, bent down slightly and used his hands to part his bum cheeks.

Harry looked at the small pink target and thought he saw it wink at him. Plastering his prick with palm oil he gently pressed his glans into Draco’s sphincter. The hole appeared much smaller than the mast attempting to penetrate it, so Harry hesitated.

“Do get on with it, Potter! Push in; neither of us will get a thrill if you just tickle my arse with it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes quite sure, now shove … Ooh … Don’t stop … all the way … I want to feel your pubes touching me … Yes like that … Now pump in and out slowly … Oo-oo-ooh yes-s-s-s … now speed up gradually … Uh-h-h-h-h … quicker …”

“I’m going to cum. Should I pull out?”

“Don’t you dare … Pump my prick harder I’m almost there too … That’s right … Oh Merlin, you’re fingering my slit … No don’t stop … It hurts but it’s a real turn on.”

Harry knew when Draco came, firstly because of the gusher under his forefinger and secondly because of Draco’s anal muscles milking his own orgasm. Harry’s glans was now supra sensitive and the slightest movement of Draco’s internal channel made Harry’s nerves twitch. This in turn rubbed his glans and started the reaction again. Harry’s hand convulsed and gripped the Slyth’s prick even tighter, causing the blond’s mushroom to expand and glow purple. As Harry's fingers curled; so his forefinger popped inside Draco’s glans-eye making Draco tense his muscles and thus starting a new round of painful prurient pleasure.

After the second double ejaculation they stood for nearly quarter of an hour whilst their sexily sensitive parts slowly readjusted. Eventually Harry slackened enough for his rooter to pop out of Draco’s rosebud. Harry unclenched his fists and Draco was able to droop in sympathy and turn to face the Gryff.

“So, Potter, did you enjoy it?” Draco gave Harry’s erogenous zone a gentle squeeze.

“H-h-h-huh … And how …” Harry returned the gesture.

“So … are you ready for another session?”

“What, Now?”

“Well I had thought of drying us off first and then seeing if the chaise longue felt comfortable; but …”

“… In a bed? Mmm … I’d like to try that … Are you quite sure?”

“Listen, Potter; I wouldn’t suggest it otherwise. I want to try going to sleep with you inside me; I’m told it’s very comforting, especially if you hug me too.”

“Fine … I’ll go along with that … It sounds fun, as long as I can wank you at the same time.”

“How crude! But, yes; that’s what I had in mind. Now let’s get out of this shower, we’re starting to go wrinkly.”

Harry climbed out first and Draco clocked a very pleasing plump posterior; wondering if ever he might push his plonker inside it. He reminded himself that he was enjoying the present pleasures and resolved not to push Harry beyond his limits.

As Harry climbed out he was considering other forms of revenge, as well as what had just happened. He was also wondering what it felt like to have someone inside his back passage. He gripped his anal muscles as he did so, and heard a sharp intake of breath from Draco; so Harry thought that he might persuade the blond to penetrate him at some time in the future.

Coming, towel clad, out of the bathroom they were regaled by a delicious smell. Two bowls of thick vegetable soup steamed on a small table in front of the fire; there was also some crusty bread, some butter and an assortment of cheeses, together with the usual cutlery and crockery. Two glasses stood on the hearth and a hot jug of spiced wine sat alongside them. There was a note for Harry, saying that Kreacher had told McGonagall that her two missing students were safe; so they sat in the comfy chairs, spread crisp napkins over their bare knees and tucked in.

“Your house-elves are well trained, Harry.”

“There’s only one, Kreacher is his name.”

“There used to be curmudgeonly one with that name at my mother’s house in London.”

“It’s the same one, Draco. He took a liking to me when I presented him with an old family heirloom. He’s very thoughtful and a little forthright; I’m bound to get my leg pulled about our escapade tonight.”

“That’s unseemly behaviour from an elf.”

“Not really! Not from him at least. He’s been a staunch ally when I felt depressed, more that once he has stopped me committing suicide. To say the least I’ve been through a very bad patch recently. But doctor’s orders are being followed and I’m feeling much better.”

“Doctor’s orders?”

“Yes, to expose myself to some adrenaline rushes and to have some gay sex with someone.”

“Odd diagnosis?”

“Perhaps, but it’s working.”

“So I’m part of the cure, am I?”

“Yes, I suppose you are. At least that’s why I drove the hard bargain. You were an experiment, so to speak, one that I am enjoying very much … Merlin knows where it will end, but that’s part of the excitement. I’ve not had much excitement lately.”

“I think I should feel offended,” Draco looked peeved; then his expression lightened: “I think I lacked excitement too; looking after the finances of the estates can be fairly taxing, but boring. I’ve become withdrawn from people, not that I was much of a loving person before that. So … Mr Potter … I think you might do me some good too. I must admit to having had sexy dreams about you, mainly of the kind where I imprisoned you and did unspeakable things to you, but that was when we were rivals at school. Now things are different, we’re probably more mature and above our petty squabblings.”

“Doctor says a good row sets the adrenaline rushing and is good for you, meaning me, so don’t be too peaceable, please.”

“You sound as though you want to make some sort of relationship out of this.”

“Well … Possibly yes … I’d like to follow things through … At least so far … Not that I know how far, because this is all very new to me.”

“Don’t tell me that you’re a sexual virgin, please.”

“Um … Yes … Doctor says that’s part of the problem.”

“Go on … The School chatterers had you paired up regularly with one girl or another, even some of the boys boasted about their sexual relations with you.”

“Sorry to tell you, Malfoy, but the rumour mill was wrong. I tried with Cho, but she cried all the time – it’s most off-putting when a girl bursts into tears just after you kissed her – so that was a non-starter. With Ginny it was different, but we rowed before the last battle and now we’re only just civil towards each other. Most of the girls that threw themselves at me after the battle just wanted me as a trophy boyfriend and then boasted to the Prophet about what had happened in their imaginations. I soon got fed up with that so I stopped trying.”

“And with some boys, too, according to Beetle Rita. I’m in the same boat; as soon as they find out I’m a Malfoy they go cold. Occasionally I’ve made it to a second date and then the excuses start. Like you I stopped trying, I channelled my energies into the estate, research and potions, at least I know where I am with them, and they don’t invent malicious lies about me. In Voldie’s day I was raped and made to rape just for his and his minions pleasure.”

“Why didn’t you refuse?”

“There’s a limit beyond which enduring Crucio becomes more than uncomfortable and that monster enjoyed sexually torturing people. I learned that squeamish pleasure was much better than unendurable pain when I was with him.”

“Oh!”

“Mostly it was my young body they wanted to play with. Those two brutes that went around with me supposedly as my gang, were in fact my jailers, and had their way with me so many times I lost count. They may have had low intelligences, but what spark they did have was between their legs and they could inflict pain on their victims in many inventive ways. Ah well! One’s dead and the other’s incarcerated and I haven’t had a lover for quite some time; perhaps our liaison will help us both, even if it is a brief encounter. That food was good, are you ready to retire Potter?”

“Just bed, or bed with extras?”

“With extras of course, why would Kreacher put a tube of KY on the table next to the chaise longue otherwise?”

“Has he? I’m always underestimating him. I’m not used to having someone look after me like he does …”

There was a further hour of chatting – mainly about their deprived childhoods – before they got down to business. It turned out that Draco’s parents were vicious martinets but not in the same way that Harry’s guardians had been.

The temporary bedding soon became a mess. After the first consummation Harry found that a gentle caress on Draco’s pulsing veins caused a spasm in Draco’s sphincter, thus heightening Harry’s enjoyment and Draco’s at the same time. They fell asleep still connected, waking up every two hours or so and reactivating their sexual explosions.

At some time Harry went soft, he turned over and went into a very deep sleep.

###

Harry woke up, looked at his watch, it was after breakfast-time and Draco was not there.

There was a note: ‘Thanks for saving me, I’ve borrowed your clothes and broomstick. I will return them soonest, once I find some of my own. DM.’

“Bloody Malfoy,” Harry grumbled as he showered and ate a Kreacher-served breakfast wearing only a damp towel. He began plotting more ways to humiliate the blond

A smiling Malfoy returned and met a scowling Potter.

Trembling, Draco gave Harry his clothes back.

“Give me your belt, Malfoy.” Draco’s unwilling fingers were nimble.

“I’ll have your shoelaces too.”

Draco bent to undo the laces. There was a crack and Draco winced as the belt thwacked his arse. He straightened up.

“Have you got the shoelaces?”

“Not yet!”

“Stand quite still!”

Harry popped Draco’s button and unzipped him. Draco blushed as his trousers slid down. He went even redder when his boxers were tugged down also.

“Bend down again, and stay like that until the shoelaces come loose.”

Each time Harry thwacked, Draco lost his balance and had to use his hands to stop himself falling. Each time he moved his hands, the trousers covered over the shoes, hiding the laces. Harry enjoyed plaguing Draco by swishing but not hitting; enjoying the sight of Draco’s buttocks tensing in anticipation of a blow that never landed. The game seemed to last for hours. Harry also found out a secret that only Voldie had been partisan to – that Draco enjoyed being beaten – because all was revealed when he straightened up to give Harry the laces.

“Well, well, Malfoy. That’s saved me a job. Lie down on your back.”

Draco reluctantly did so arching and propping his waist with his hands to avoid resting on his sore bottom. Harry knelt down beside the blond, gave his prick a few jerks and then applied a shoelace beneath Draco’s balls. That first shoelace kept Draco hard and was used to bind each ball separately. The second lace was cross-gartered round Draco’s shining purple intumescence. Harry managed to stroke the glans every time he passed a string round the stem. At the finish, Draco’s purple mushroom shone like a spotlighted finial on a gatepost.

“You may get dressed again, Malfoy. Just leave the zip open and your cock visible. We’ll walk back to school it isn’t too far.”

“Please, Potter, let me tuck it in.”

“No! And you can fold your arms whilst you walk. Follow me; come along!”

Harry picked a route where there were twigs and leaves to push through. As they sprang back, some of them caught Draco’s midriff and somewhat lower down. The leaves did not hurt, but they definitely increased Draco’s arousal as they patted his cross-gartered flesh.

Harry paused at Draco’s behest just before they emerged into open ground. Harry turned round and found the blond jerking his hips as his libido reached another peak. Because of the laces Draco did not spurt, instead the cream bubbled out and dribbled down his almost upright rooter. Each cord absorbed a little of the fluid and started to imperceptibly shrink. Harry had not enclosed Draco’s mushroom, and the slight constriction made it stand out purple and shiny; the crimson edges also became very sensitive to touch.

Draco caught hold of Harry’s sleeve: “Please, please Potter, let me tuck my prick inside my trousers, before one of the professors sees me like this.”

“Okay, wipe the excess off and zip up, but leave the laces on. It’ll be lunchtime soon; if we stop too often we’ll miss it and I’m hungry.”

Draco’s relief was short lived, because his silken undershorts rubbed the shiny glans with every step he took. He walked in an odd way with his bottom sticking out, trying to reduce the rubbing to a minimum. They managed to enter by one of the side doors and Draco pleaded to stop yet again. There was a large broom cupboard nearby and the two of them fitted inside easily. Draco quickly unzipped and Harry watched as another trickle of jism erupted from the end of the Slyth’s prick. Harry was turned on, but managed to control himself. Draco mopped himself off, made himself decent and they continued their journey. After a couple of corridors McGonagall hove into sight.

“Ah Harry! Just the person I wanted to see. You promised to double up if we had any more returnees, didn’t you.”

“Yes Headmistress. Malfoy is going to invite me to share with him.”

Draco looked alarmed, but caught the hidden command within Harry’s sentence, so he changed his grimace into a fixed smile: “Yes Headmistress. It will be easier for Potter to supervise me that way.” Draco felt horrified that his privacy was to be compromised and slid his traditional mask of indifference over his face.

McGonagall looked askance at the two protagonists, noticed two prominent bulges and assumed that there was a new partnership forming. She mused over Harry’s peculiar form of words, but dismissed them because she needed his room to house two more returnees. She also wondered why Draco was walking around in shoes without laces, but decided that the explanation might be too bizarre for her ears.

“Kreacher!” Harry called quietly.

Pop: “Yes Master?”

“Will you move my things into Malfoy’s room, please?”

“It has already been done, Master. I figured out that you two would be sharing and Master Malfoy’s room is the bigger of the two. Am I to serve him as well?”

“Well Malfoy, don’t you have an elf of your own?”

“Voldie killed all but two of ours, and they’re needed to keep the manor in order for Mother. I think my personal elf has gone into hiding somewhere.”

“You will not be mistreating Kreacher, will you?”

Draco sighed; Harry was getting good at issuing interrogative orders: “No, Harry, I won’t mistreat your elf, I promise.”

“I must say, Mr Malfoy, that I welcome your change of attitude. Well done Harry, just make sure this pleasant aspect lasts. Thank you boys, for making my job a little easier; Justin and Michael will be pleased.”

“Glad to be of help, Headmistress!”

“Merlin’s balls, Potter,” Draco hissed once McGonagall was out of sight: “Now I have to put up with you at night as well.”

“You’re not going to object are you?”

Draco looked daggers at Harry: “It’s not as though I can object, you’ll just tell me to be quiet and the magic will do the rest. Are you going to let me untie these laces yet?”

“Possibly - once we’re in our room, and we’ve sorted out a fair division of space.”

Draco grimaced and wondered exactly how far Harry was going to take this obedience thing. In the corridor leading to their room they met Blaise. He scowled at Draco and then smiled at Harry.

“Hi, Harry; what are you doing in this neck of the woods?”

“I’m sharing a room with Malfoy, so that McG can house two more returnees.”

“You’re what …? I pity you when he has one of his snits, he can get pretty violent, you know.”

“He won’t with me, Blaise. Anyway, I thought you two were best mates.”

“We were. That is until Lord High-and-mighty insulted me and my parents yet again. I might be once more if he apologises properly. He’s got worse since he returned. Greg and Vince used to keep him in order, you know.” Blaise was studiously avoiding Draco’s gaze. “I think they used to twist his balls if he got too difficult.”

Harry giggled: “Will you accompany us, Blaise? I could do with a referee in case he gets awkward. Perhaps we might induce him to apologise.”

“Okay! He won’t be able to hex both of us at once, will he?”

“You won’t be hexing either Blaise or me, will you, Malfoy?”

Draco growled and stalked off towards the suite’s outer door. There was a vestibule, as in some of the older universities. Outer door closed meant ‘do not disturb’. Outer door open but inner door closed, invited guests to knock and enter. The doors were arranged at right-angles to each other, so that it was difficult to see into the room from the outside.

Once they were inside, Harry placed a locking charm on both sets of doors.