The Domino Effect

It was after curfew and while the rest of the school was either sleeping, getting ready for bed, or hidden away with a lover, Draco was waiting in an old dusty classroom for Harry to lead his friends to their fate. He couldn't help but smile at the evil plan that his love had concocted.

The door opened and Draco wiped the grin off his face, looking as cool and aloof as he usually did when facing the public. He couldn't see them, but Harry let him know with a look that Weasley and his mudblood bitch were there, hiding beneath Harry's cloak.

"You're late, Potter!" Draco snapped.

Harry bit his lip to hide a grin and looked to the floor. "I'm sorry, I..."

"I don't want your excuses!" Draco cut him off with a sharp look. "What I want is your obedience."

"Yes, sir," Harry answered softly and slowly dropped to his knees. Draco smirked in triumph, just picturing the look that must be on the weasel's face.

"Come to me, Harry," Draco said softly. "Crawl to your master."

Not once looking up from the floor, Harry slowly made his way across the room until he was kneeling before Draco. He sat back, his knees spread, head lowered, and hands behind his back. Draco almost came in his pants just looking at Harry's submissive form. "You disappointed me, Harry. You promised you wouldn't be late this time."

"I'm sor..."

"I did not tell you to speak!" Draco interrupted. "Now, I think you want to apologise, yes? But, you see, I don't think I want to hear an apology from you, Harry. Words are meaningless after all. Actions, however speak far louder. Look at me, Harry," Draco commanded. Harry looked up, keeping his expression sorrowful and Draco gave him a soft smile. "If you wish to apologise, you may show me how sorry you are."

Harry nodded eagerly and reached for Draco's belt. He heard a slight gasp from off to the side but ignored it. He undid his lover's belt and was about to unfasten his trousers when Draco cleared his throat. "No hands, Harry. Use your mouth."

Harry almost smirked. This had not been part of the plan. It seemed his beautiful Slytherin wanted to play. Well, he could play along. It certainly made it more interesting this way.

As Harry leaned forward and nuzzled at his crotch, Draco sucked in a sharp breath and let out a low moan. He knew he was in for it now. Harry might be playing the role of submissive but they both knew who had the power, and it wasn't Draco.

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Ron was horrified.

He'd decided that Harry was up to something no good and he was going to find out what. Surprisingly, Hermione had agreed and didn't put up even the tiniest bit of resistance when he'd suggested following him. So when Harry had snuck out of the dormitory, Ron had borrowed the Invisibility Cloak and followed him. Hermione had been waiting in the common room behind one of the sofas.

Once they were both covered they left the tower and followed Harry to an old abandoned classroom in an unused corridor. Whatever Ron had expected to see, this surely wasn't it.

Harry Potter was the strongest wizard he'd ever met - next to Dumbledore anyway, and to see him get down on his knees and crawl, and to Malfoy of all people... Well it messed with his world view something fierce. Harry was supposed to be a hero, a saviour, not afraid of anything or anyone. But Malfoy had ordered him to shut up and Harry had obeyed. He'd ordered him to come and Harry had crawled. He's told him to apologise without words and Harry was...

He didn't want to think about what Harry was doing. He didn't want to hear the sounds Malfoy was making. And mostly, he didn't want to watch as Harry leaned in and took Malfoy's prick into his mouth. But for some reason, he couldn't look away. It was like a horrible Potions accident; you didn't want to look, you just couldn't help it.

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It was all her fault. If only she had made more of an effort to get Harry to open up after Sirius died. If only she had not listened when people told her to give Harry space. If only she had followed her first instinct - that Draco Malfoy was as slimy as a slug and Harry should not be involved with him in any way. If only she had read about these sorts of relationships! Then she might know what to do to stop it!

Hermione closed her eyes as Harry lowered Draco's trousers with his teeth. She did not want to see this.

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Harry looked up with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes before gently licking the head of Draco's cock. He knew that his friends were likely mortified by this and would think twice about ever following him again. That was the point to this lesson after all. Besides, it was kind of hot knowing he had an audience. He could tell Draco was enjoying it.

"Don't tease, pet. I thought you were apologizing?" Draco asked and then groaned long and loud as Harry lowered his mouth on him, taking him into the back of his throat before raising up to do it again.

"Much better," Draco gasped slightly. "Nice and slow, Harry. I want to feel your mouth on me for a good long while."

Harry complied and kept his suction light and his strokes slow. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he kind of enjoyed this; being on his knees in front of the blonde, obeying orders. It was liberating in a way, not being responsible for a change. And he trusted Draco not to take advantage of him, to humiliate him. He was the only one he did trust anymore.

After a good long while, Draco threaded his hands into Harry's hair and began to pull him down on his cock harder and faster. Harry moaned around his mouthful of flesh and let himself relax into the rhythm Draco had set.

"I'm going to cum, Harry, and I want you to swallow it all. Don't spill even a drop or I'll punish you for it," Draco spoke through his panting. Harry nodded his understanding as best as he could and increasee sue suction on Draco's hard prick. He had to keep reminding himself not to touch his lover, that he was supposed to keep his hands off. It was difficult as Harry enjoyed touching Draco, running his hands over all that pale smooth skin, tweaking his nipples into hard little buds, teasing the puckered flesh of his arse as he got closer and closer to climax.

Draco came with a groan, pulling Harry's mouth down hard on his prick and holding him there as he emptied himself into Harry's throat. Harry swallowed everything given to him and when Draco finally released his grip on him, he licked his lover clean before resting back on his heels and smiling up at him.

Draco blinked and steadied his breath as he tucked his spent member back into his trousers and looked down at the lust-filled expression on Harry's face. "Very good, pet. You're forgiven." He held out his hand and when Harry took it he pulled him to his feet and turned him around so that Harry's back was pressed against his chest. "Would you like to cum now?" Draco leaned in and whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry couldn't help the low moan that escaped his throat. This hadn't been part of the plan either. Then again, he hadn't expected to get so turned on by acting submissive to Draco. He no longer cared that Ron and Hermione were cowering in the corner, that they were watching him. He did want to cum now, he wanted to feel Draco's hands on him, his lips, anything and everything his lover was willing to offer. "Yes," he whispered and tilted his head to the side as Draco began licking his neck.

Draco smiled in triumph. He was definitely going to enjoy pleasuring Harry while his friends watched. He only wished he could see their faces as his hands moved slowly toward the waist band of Harry's jeans, as his fingered deftly undid the button and then slowly lowered the zipper.

Harry moaned, his hips bucking forward as Draco palmed his hot cock through his boxer shorts. "Whatever way you want is fine with me. Master," Harry added as an afterthought and felt Draco grind his hips forward into him as his hand gripped him tighter. "Merlin, Harry," Draco whispered softly in his ear. Harry bit his lip to keep from smiling.

Draco wasted no time; he slid Harry's jeans and boxers just far enough down his thighs to free his aching cock. He held him with a firm grip and gave long slow strokes, all the time grinding his own renewed, cloth-covered erection in to Harry's arse. Harry lifted his arms and settled them behind Draco's neck, offering himself up completely to the whims of his lover. "Faster, please," he whispered as Draco continued his slow assault.

"I do so love to hear you beg, pet," Draco spoke as he continued in the same slow rhythm. "I love to hear you pant, and moan, and scream for me. Would you scream for me, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Would you do anything I asked of you, love?"

"Yessss," Harry hissed as Draco tightened his grip and sped up ever so slightly.

"Tell me you want me."

"I do," Harry panted. "I want you."

"Tell me I'm the only one, that no one will ever touch you like this but me." Draco knew he was pus it it but he couldn't help himself. He had never felt so powerful in his life, having Harry writhing in his hands, moaning and begging for his touch.

"Only you, Master. I swear it!" Harry practically shouted as Draco nipped at his ear.

"Would you give up Quidditch for me, Harry? Not play ever again if I asked you to?"

"Yes, please more, oh gods, I can't stand it."

"I don't want you to play Quidditch anymore Harry, tell me you won't play," Draco commanded. He knew Harry was nervous about the match next week against Slytherin, that it would be the first time since the attack that he would have to get back on his broom. With Weasley right here, he figured he could use the situation to help Harry out of it.

"I won't play, I promise, please, Draco!" Harry squirmed and whined as Draco moved the hand on his cock faster, the other one digging ihis his hip to hold him still as he continued to grind against him.

"Tell me you love me, Harry," Draco panted in his ear. "Tell me!"

"I love you! Draco, fuck! I love you!" Harry screamed as he came over Draco's fist. Draco closed his eyes and held Harry tighter as he thrust against him one final time as he came again, messing his trousers. His eyes snapped open a moment later as he felt a soft, warm tongue licking at his fingers, cleaning all es of Haf Harry's seed from his hand.

"God, I love you, Harry," Draco whispered before realising what he'd said and stiffening in horror.

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In the drawing room at Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy, Lady of the Manor and Dark Lord supporter, looked disdainfully at the men in attendance. They were not the most intelligent of wizards, but they were loyal not only to Voldemort, but to Lucius and the Malfoy name as well. They would do as she asked.

Narcissa waited until the murmurs of outrage and gasps of shocked disbelief died down before continuing. "It is imperative that Draco be brought home. He needs to be away from Potter's influence. You wil and and bring him back here. This is a Hogsmeade weekend and I know that my son will take advantage of the chance to leave the school grounds."

Narcissa looked from one face to another with narrowed eyes. "You will not harm my son in any way. If I find out that you have caused him so much as a broken nail, I will make sure you pay four our transgression. Is that understood?"

Several of the men in attendance swallowed audibly. They had, at one time or another, been in the presence of the Lady Malfoy's temper. It wasn't an experience they were eager to repeat. Mulciber stood from his seat and bowed respectfully. "Yes, my Lady. We will retrieve your son for you with no harm to him whatsoever."

"Very well," Narcissa answered. "You are all dismissed. I will see you by Sunday night - with D - or I will hunt you down myself."

The Death Eaters wasted no time in departing.

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L

Leave. Now. Go back to Gryffindor tower and forget how you got there or that you received this command. Harry sent the order and watched as Ron and Hermione left the room. He could feel Draco's tense posture behind him and slowly turned around, his hand still holding Draco's.

Harry looked deep into Draco's eyes, resisting the urge to just plunge into his mind and find the answers he so desperately wanted. "Did you mean that?" Harry whispered. "Please, Draco, tell me the truth."

Draco dropped his gaze to the floor and closed his eyes, his shoulders slumped and he shook his head. "Do I really have to answer you, Harry? You could find out for yourself."

"I could," Harry agreed, "but I'd rather hear it from you."

Draco let out a shaky laugh. "The one time I'd rather you read my thoughts, and you refuse to. You'll never make things easy on me will you, Potter?"

"You wouldn't be with me if I made things easy, D. Yo. You thrive on challenge. Like me," Harry replied and then placed his hand on Draco's chin and lifted his head. Their eyes met and Harry placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips. "Tell me, Draco."

Draco sighed. "Yes, Harry. The answer is yes."

Harry smiled then, that same shy smile that made Draco fall in love with him. He leaned in and kissed Draco again, a little firmer this time, parting the blonde's lips with his tongue to briefly taste him before pulling back. "Thank you. You have no idea what it meto mto me to have you say that."

Draco was a bit disappointed that Harry hadn't said the words back, but he'd rather he never heard them than for Harry to say it and not mean it. "I didn't mean to tell you, Harry. It just slipped out."

"I'm glad you did. I've never had someone tell me they love me before."

It was such a sad statement that Draco couldn't help but pull Harry into his arms and hold him. "I love you, Harry, and I'll keep telling you that I love you until you're sick and tired of hearing it."

Harry grinned and kissed Draco's neck. "I hope you don't have any plans for the future, as I'm sure I'll never tire of hearing you say it."

Draco's hand, which had been resting on Harry's waist, trailed down slightly and he started to laugh. Harry looked up at him in question and Draco laughed harder. Harry took a step back, looked down and saw the reason for his lover's mirth. The entire time they had been talking, Harry's pants and underwear had been down around his knees.

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