Trapped by Mischief Managed

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Chapter Three
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\"You can let go of me now, Potter,\" Draco reminded the Gryffindor who retained a rather firm grip around his waist.

**Then again. . . .**

Behind him, Harry began backing up, but oddly, didn\'t let him loose.

\"Potter!\" Draco hissed, darting a quick glance around to see if anyone noticed. They didn\'t appear to be paying them any mind, but that didn\'t change his continued embarrassment. \"What do you think you\'re doing?\"

Before Potter could reply, Draco found himself back in the prat\'s lap. This time, he was firmly planted full body length against the Gryffindor. He gulped, his gut tightening deliciously at the hardness he felt behind him. **No!** he thought fervently. **This is *not* happening. Potter is the *enemy*. My father will *kill* me.** He immediately tried to scramble to his feet.

Potter\'s grip tightened. \"What did I tell you about your . . . delicious wiggles?\"

\"Sod off, Potter!\" Draco snapped. \"It disturbed me the first time. This time, just bloody well let me up!\"

**Before you figure *anything* out, *please*!**

\"No,\" Potter replied shortly, \"you and I have to get some things straight first.\"

Grng ung under his breath, Draco stopped trying to get up. It was useless anyway until Potter chose to release him. Trying to get loose *without* making a scene was proving far more difficult than he\'d thought it would be. He also really didn\'t want to explore the feelings roused by feeling *Potter\'s* hard-on grinding against his backside! It was difficult enough to focus on something *besides* it when he could only feel it, resting there.

He clamped down on his wayward, naughty thoughts, and took his dissatisfaction out on the cause of it. \"Get to talking Potter so I can get *off* your sodding lap.\"

\"I come here for very specific reasons, Draco,\" Potter said, one hand caressing up toward Draco\'s chest.

Startling heat flashed through Draco yet again, sending him cursing mentally once more. He *had* to learn to control his own bloody reactions to this! \"What the hell do you think you\'re doing?\" he demanded, grabbing hold of Potter\'s wrist in an effort to halt the straying hand.

\"Explaining,\" Potter said simply, his other hand making a mirror journey to his first.

Draco grabbed that wrist too. \"And taking some rather incredible liberties in the process!\" Draco snapped.

**Liberties I *like*,** came the unbidden thought.

Potter chuckled again. \"Yes, that too.\"

\"Well, *stop*.\"

\"If I offer you my protection tonight, I lose the opportunity to let loose that this place offers me.\"

**So bloody what! You\'re a *Gryffindor*. You live for this bloody protection shit.**

\"You *already* offered it, Potter. Going to back out now?\"

Potter\'s nominally trapped hands became vice-like grips the forced him flat against the Gryffindor.

Draco gasped aloud, moaning, despite his wishes to the contrary, when Potter\'s lips caressed the side of his neck.

\"Of course not. I *do* keep my promises. I do, however, expect to be . . . compensated the the loss.\"

Shock and not a little lust instantly flooded Draco as a touch of panic thudded a staccato beat against his ribs. \"What?\" he asked incredulously. Draco blinked. Suddenly certain this *had* to be a nightmare, he desperately tried to wake up. This was bloody *saint* Potter saying this shit! It couldn\'t be real.

\"You heard me,\" Potter replied, trailing his lips up to Draco\'s ear. Taking the sensitive lobe lightly between his teeth, he breathed hot, moist air out, sending delicious flutters sparking through Draco.

Swallowing, hard, Draco tried for his usual nonchalance, he *mostly* succeeded. \"Trading for sexual favors?\" he smirked -- hoping it wasn\'t as unconvincing as it sounded. \"I wouldn\'t have thought it of you.\"

Potter jerked back.

**No!** Draco frowned, suddenly angry at himself, even more than Potter. **Yes, you idiot. You *want* him to stop. You want him angry enough to not want to do this.**

\"Of course not,\" Potter snarled, the low growl in the Gryffindor\'s voice startling. \" *Perfect* Potter never does *anythinhat hat smacks of \'immoral\'.\"

Draco jumped in surprise. He hadn\'t realized Potter knew about that nickname.

\"You think I\'m stupid? Or deaf? I know all the names people have for me. I know which are said in jest, which in contempt, and which in bloody, sickening awe. I come here to let it all hang out. I can be myself here. No one c who who I am outside these doors. Here, I\'m just *me*, Harry. That way, everyone gets what they want. I don\'t disappoint anyone. You\'re the lucky sod to trip up and get disappointed.\"

Draco sat frozen, not believing the hurt and rage all bundled into that dark, low voice. His heart a triphammer against the inside of his chest, he warred with himself. Draco had never felt so out of control in his life, and he was beginning to suspect it would end up being one of the most thrilling rides of his life. Unfortunately, *Malfoy\'s* didn\'t enjoy what Potter offered. Doing what Potter offered was one thing, but receiving it, another matter entirely. And that wasn\'t even delving into the guy/guy part of the equation.

\"Oh relax, Draco,\" Potter muttered in sudden exasperation. \"It\'s not like you have to let me fuck you.\"

**I don\'t?** Then what the bleedin hell was Potter talking about?

\"Didn\'t think that\'s what you meant,\" Draco snapped. He felt a huge measure relief. It was, unfortunately also mixed with a brief moment of firmly quashed disappointment. He *did* hope Potter didn\'t realize that\'s *exactly* what he\'d thought the Gryffindor had meant.

\"Sure,\" Potter drawled, \"but just so you\'re clear. *If* I decide I want your arse, I won\'t use coercion to get it.\"

\"Then you bloody well won\'t get it!\" Draco growled defensively, the very idea sending equal amounts of fear and arousal through him. The latter he could have done without, and was something he was determined to do something about.

\"Whatever you say, Draco.\"

\"I do!\"

\"Decide,\" Potter said, all drawl and teasing gone from his voice. \"Do you accept the trade, or do I look elsewhere for diversion and leave you to muddle through your mistake all on your lonesome?\"

Draco almost told the bloody Gryffindor prat what he could do with his protection. Fortunately, good old *Randolph* happened to pass by, and Draco was forcibly reminded that he was in a strange dominators club, wandless. \"You win, Potter,\" he replied. Forcing himself to relax, he leaned back, ignoring both his trepidation and his horribly growing excitement. It wasn\'t the first time he\'d gone this route, using sexual favors as a political tool.

//Yes, it is!//

**No it sodding well isn\'t!**

//Flirting and outrageous flattery don\'t count.//

Potter\'s hands were back, instantly distracting from his internal debate, but this time Draco didn\'t stop them. He arched involuntarily into the caresses across his chest and gasped, as the Gryffindor\'s mouth once again fastened onto his neck, every breath of Potter\'s across his skin set tiny little lightening bolts of pure pleasure straight to his cock. Lips and tongue skillfully played their way from the top of his shoulder to just below his ear. He groaned softly as teeth lightly made the reverse path. Heat curled deep in his gut, pooling in his groin.

\"Merlin, Draco! You have a sensitive neck. I think I could make you come just from this.\"

**Bloody hell! I think you could too.**

\"I\'d rather not,\" he gasped as Potter relentlessly continued his ministrations. \"It\'d be . . . embarrassing,\" he admitted breathlessly, sagging in relief . . . and great dismay . . . when Potter ceased. The part of him control by his currently raging libido was crying out, \'don\'t stop\', while the larger part of him was grateful to have been spared that rather public humiliation.

\"Unbutton your shirt,\" Potter ordered softly.

\"What?\" Draco protested. \"Here? No way.\"

Potter sighed. \"Listen Draco, you agreed to this. If you can\'t at least *act* the part, then I\'m going elsewhere, got it? You\'ve used up all your chances.\"

\"You can\'t be serious!\" Draco protested hotly. \"What? I\'m supposed to just do whatever you demand without question or bloody hesitation?\"

\"In a word, yes. *That\'s* what I come here for, *complete* control.\"

\"Oh, Merlin!\"

The chuckle was back, and Draco automatically bristled.

\"Why don\'t I get you a drink,\" Potter offered.

Draco turned to stare at him suspiciously, an eyebrow canted upward.

\"I promise, nothing more mood altering in than alcohol.\"

\"That still leaves a lot uncovered, things that work about the same as alcohol, just a little more . . . specifically.\"

\"Good point. I\'ll have to remember that distinction, in case I need it in the future.\"

Draco rolled his eyes. He should have known. No matter what kind of walk on the wild side Potter was pretending to take, he was *still* Harry Potter.

\"I\'ll rephrase. It\'ll have nothing in it *except* alcohol and non-mood altering liquids.\"

\"Alright then, Potter,\" Draco replied, regaining some of his equilibrium since his epiphany.

Potter signalled a waiter and quickly ordered them both drinks. As he did so, Draco decided he needed to get a little of his own back -- couldn\'t let Potter do all the fun taunting, after all. Smirking, he settled himself back against the Gryffindor, making sure to move as much as possible before declaring himself comfortable.


TBC
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AN: I actually know someone who\'s neck is that sensitive. She won\'t let *anyone* touch her there, not even for a massage. Must be nice. (Yes, I\'m quite jealous.)

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