Caught by Mischief Managed

AN: Sorry this is so late getting posted. The hold up was the transition from the two of them going through the \'first time jitters\' andvousvous bantering, to sexual encounter of the dom/sub variety. It kept reading like a set of stereo instructions and was frustrating the living heck out of me. It finally clicked, however, and I hope the over all affect is better for the time it took.

Thank you *SO**SO* much for the reviews! You cannot believe how much they helped me through the frustration with this chapter, and kept me (at several points) from just chucking the whole thing in the round file.


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Chapter Three
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Draco was a bundle of nerves as he followed the directions he\'d just received. He\'d heard about the room of requirement before, of course, but he\'d never been there. He hurried from shadow to shadow, listening carefully for any sounds of prefects or professors out looking for students in the halls after curfew. Every sound made his heart jump and his breathing hitch. He snorted. It had been awhile since being out after curfew had done this to him. He suspected it wasn\'t the curfew that was bothering him at all. Not knowing quite what to expect when he met Potter left him on edge and jumpy.

\"Damn it!\" he muttered. \"I\'m bloody Draco Malfoy; nothing makes me nervous!\" Forcing himself to stop for a second in the shadows of the hallway, Draco took a deep calming breath. It was then he realized that he\'d reached his destination. The question now was, would he follow through and actually go inside?

He snorted. Of course he was going to. He\'d made that decision very shortly after Blaise had left him in that abandoned classroom. He hadn\'t approached Potter directly, obsly.sly. That would have been impossible for so many reasons Draco didn\'t even bother to count them. Instead,'d g'd gone to the owlery and sent his acceptance that way.

The only thing was, now that the time was nearing, Draco was having serious second thoughts. So many things could go wrong here. Oh, who was he kidding? He was having fourth and fifth thoughts. The second thoughts had occurred hours ago in the privacy of his own dorm room. Shortly after the last class of the day -- double potions with the Gryffindors, he\'d received a return owl from Pr wir with the instructions he was holding now, and its arrival had sent him reeling. It was *going* to happen.

Draco swallowed heavily as he continued to hesitate, trying to honestly evaluate everything he was feeling. The confusing mix wasn\'t easy to figure out, and in the end he gave up. Knowing only that he didn\'t know what he was doing, but whatever it was, his body was certainly looking forward to it.

Squaring his shoulders, Draco stepped forward and, following the directions precisely, soon found himself standing in the open doorway. He sucked in a quick breath. Potter was wearing an outfit similar to the one he\'d worn the night before -- tight and leather. It covered everything, but still didn\'t leave much to the imagination, especially with the Gryffindor sprawled wantonly in the overstuffed chair in the center of the very surprising room.

He didn\'t notice much beyond the color scheme, muted greys and blues, his eyes pretty much locked on the sensual picture Potter made, spread out in front of him like a veritable feast for the eyes. He stepped inside, the door closing ominously behind him. He jumped a bit.

\"If this is going to happen,\" Draco stated defiantly, sounding far more confident than he felt, \"I want a safe word.\"

\"I expected no less,\" Potter replied easily. \'Come here,\" he continued firmly, holding out a hand, \"sit.\"

Eyes narrowing, having expected Potter to put up a fuss, or at least to taunt him for wanting one in the first place. He\'d expected at minimum an, \'are you scared?\' He hadn\'t gotten it, and it threw him a bit. He didn\'t like it when people didn\'t act the way he thought they would. It was rude.

\"Come on,\" Potter urged when Draco continued to eye him warily, \"I\'m not going to bite--\" he continued, then grinned wickedly.

Draco\'s gut tightened instantly, a shot of heat racing through him.

\"--unless you want me to.\"

His mouth going dry, Draco berated himself as he moved forward. Why was he so damned nervous about this? It didn\'t make sense to him. Usually, once he\'d made up his mind to do something, he did it, no qualms, no questions.

He frowned as he reached the Gryffindor and took the outstretched hand. \"Where?\" he asked, suddenly realizing there wasn\'t a second r.
r.

Grinning, Potter folded his fingers around Draco\'s hand and pulled. A moment later, Draco found himself on the floor in front of Potter, kneeling between the Gryffindor\'s leather clad legs.

The very erotic positioning had Draco\'s heart pounding in against his ribs, and Draco\'s thoughts spinning. The unalterable fact that he usually taunted and disdained others who did \'this sort of thing\' was beginning to insert itself disturbingly into his mind.

**That was different!** he thought rebelliously. **It\'s different now.**

Those conflicting thoughts had him shifting uncomfortably and he dared not look Potter in the eyes. He didn\'t want the Gryffindor to see him seeming anything but 100% certain. A goodly portion of him still really couldn\'t believe he was here, planning to go through with this. Who bloody knew what Potter would want? Of course, that wasn\'t the part that made his palms sweat where they rested against Potter\'s knees. It wasn\'t the part that made his heart race and his bloody mouth go so dry, either.

He knew exactly why he was here, despite the normal animosity between the two of them. Just bloody thinking about what Potter might \'\' h\' him do was enough to leave little blood where it wasn\'t absolutely necessary.

\"You\'re nervous,\" Potter said quietly.

\"Of course I am!\" Draco snapped defensively, moving to jump up from the floor. It *was* hisody ody first time at this sort of thing. Who wasn\'t nervous then? Potter\'s hands on his shoulders stopped his movement.

\"Shh, relax,\" Potter said softly, reaching one hand up after Draco stopped trying to struggle to his feet, and cupped it lightly behind his neck. \"We won\'t do anything you don\'t want to do,\" he continued. \"I promise.\"

Pulling lightly, and leaning forward, Potter claimed his mouth in a slow sensual assault on his senses, the tip of his tongue dancing lightly across Draco\'s lips. \"This isn\'t about force, Draco,\" Potter whispered against his mouth, \"it\'s about control, and being able to let someone else have that control.\"

Draco shuddered briefly at the quiet, breathy words. Could he really do that? Let Potter have control like that? His body said, \'yes,\' loudly and unequivocably, the hot ache in his gut and groin telling him point blank to just bloody \'get on with it\'. His brain and its insidious little thoughts was the only thing holding him back.

He moaned as Potter trailed moist, teasing kisses along his jaw and down his neck, kneading his hands against Potter\'s knees in reaction.

\"Let go, Draco, Potter breathed against his skin. \"Let someone else be in control.\"

Draco sucked in a swift breath as Potter\'s hands trailed lightly down his arms. Finally telling his inner voice to just, **sod off,** he nodded once. Apparently it was enough.

\"What\'s your safe word?\" Potter whispered, resuming his slow teasing touches.

\"W\" D\" Draco asked. He was supposed to try and think now? Then he felt Potter grin.

\"Your safe word?\" Potter repeated, his hands moving to the buttons holding his robes in place.

\"Oh, right,\" Draco replied, \"safe word.\" He hadn\'t actually thought one up yet. He frowned, seriously trying to figure one out. Thinking wasn\'t exactly his top priority right now, especially with Potter nuzzling against his neck again. \"Um. . . .\"

\"Something you\'re not likeo sao say accidently,\" Potter murmured, finally working the last button free and slipping his hands around Draco\'s waist.

\"How about. . . .\" Draco began, feeling totally out of control, half wanting to slap Potter\'s hands away because of the way they were making him feel, half of him wanting to tell the Gryffindor to hurry up for the very same reason. It was insane! \". . . .Snape.\"

Potter barked out a laugh, his hands stilling. \"That\'ll certainly kill the mood,\" he replied drily, pulling back enough to look Draco in the eyes.

\"Isn\'t that the idea?\" Draco retorted, smirking, feeling a measure of his normal confidence returning.

\"Good point,\" Potter replied immediately. With a deft, unexpected move, he moved his hands and had Draco\'s robe halfway down Draco\'s arms before the Slytherin could even think to protest. Using the half-removed robes, he pinned Draco\'s arms to his sides.

Draco immediately began to struggle against the restraint, instincts telling him it wasn\'t a good idea to be confined. Potter\'s quiet chuckle stilled his movements instantly, and quite contrary to any wishes he might have, he blushed.

Quickly darting in, Potter brushed his lips across Draco\'s mouth, releasing the robes and letting them drop.

Draco shrugged out of them.

\"Take off your shirt,\" Potter ordered sitting back. \"I want to see you in nothing but your trousers.\" Turning away from a gaping Draco, he began to rummage through his own robes laying across the back of the chair.

**How *dare* he!** Draco thought with bemused outrage as he watched Potter pull out what appeared to be a tiny basket. When Potter returned it to its full size, however, Draco frowned as he realized that in his distraction he\'d already shifted position and that he had removed his shoes.

He glared at the offending items and briefly considered putting them back on. He didn\'t, though. That would have been ridiculous. He may not be willing to blindly follow whatever Potter ordered, but he wasn\'t going to make himself look idiotic by starting to obey and then changing his mind, either!

Continuing as though it had actually been a conscious decision, Draco quickly had his socks off as well, and tucked into his shoes, setting both aside along with his robes. He drew the line at his shirt, however. If Potter wanted it off, he thought with a smirk, he\'d have to work for it.

When Potter turned back to face him, the Gryffindor frowned, though the knowing merriment in his dark eyes gave lie to the frown. He leaned forward slowly, reaching out and grabbing hold of Draco\'s arms. \"You do realize, don\'t you,\" Potter said, his voice a low hiss, \"that I have a responsibility to make sure you follow my commands.\"

Eyes widening, Draco swallowed convulsively. **He does? Blaise didn\'t mention anything like that!** \"Really?\" he asked, injecting as much sarcasm as he could into the question.

Potter nodded, then with seeker-like quickness snatched Draco\'s robe, deftly withdrawing the wand Draco had secreted into the appropriate pocket. \"The discipline for your first defiance is to lose your wand for the evening,\" Potter said firmly, tucking the wand into the basket beneath all the other items it contained -- out of Draco\'s current reach.

An incredible feeling of vulnerability swept through Draco. He hadn\'t planned on using it, but having it near him gave him a sense of safety, of control. He shuddered, uneasy. \"I don\'t know about thi--\"

\"Shh,\" Potter interrupted, placing a finger across Draco\'s lips, \"nothing you don\'t want remember?\"

Draco nodded; though, he w't e't entirely agreeable to not having his wand handy. This was Harry Potter, the rival student he regularly traded hexes with in the halls of Hogwarts. When Potter pulled out his own wand, Draco gasped. Before he could respond or move, Potter uttered a spell, and Draco found himself bereft of his shirt in addition to his wand.

Relief, hea mix mixed with a sudden flash of lust left Draco shivering and feeling entirely too exposed. **Oh, Merlin! What have I gotten myself into?** His breath quickened as his heart beat frantically inside his chest. Potter had all the power now, and Draco was forcibly reminded of how he\'d felt at the club. Lost, weak, and oh so incredibly alone,n inn in a room full of people. That feeling was back, warring with his incredible arousal.

\"Come here,\" Potter urged, pulling him forward.

Draco resisted for a half moment before giving in, and allowing Potter to position him closer, place his hands on the Gryffindor\'s outer thighs. Draco swallowed thickly, looking up and meeting Potter\'s gaze. It was then he rstorstood the inherent power -- or lack thereof -- in their current positions.

He couldn\'t look away. Every nerve in his body on hyper alert, he could feel the scrape of leather against his bare skin every time Potter moved, the heat from the Gryffindor\'s body as it radiated against him. It was all quite intoxicating, really. He felt as though he were floating on a sea of sensation. It was sweeping him helplessly along its tide.

\"Everything you get tonight, you get from me,\" Potter said softly, his gaze never wavering as he picked up a small piece of pastry and carefully bit it in half. After swallowing, he smiled. \"If you need anything, you must ask for it,\" he continued, holding out the remaining pastry.

Draco reached for it, but Potter shook his head, lowering Draco\'s hand with his ond hnd holding it down. Draco leaned forward, taking the proffered pastry from Potter\'s hand, his lips lingering on the Gryffindor\'s fingers as he pulled back. He shivered briefly at the sudden heat in Potter\'s eyes.

He\'d done the sharing of food before, of course, but this seemed . . . different, more erotic somehow. Bite after bite followthe the same pattern every time. By the time the food and drink were finished, Draco was beginning to feel like a pampered pet, treasured and coddled, one whose hands would never be sullied by such mundane things as food.

One the heels of that thought, Potter ducked in, once again assaulting Draco\'s mouth with sensual delight. This time, Draco opened beneath the touch, immediately responding to the firm probes of Potter\'s tongue. He moaned in delight as Potter deepened the kiss, Draco up abruptly as he rose to his feet. Their bodies pressed together full length, Draco could feel the affect he had on Potter, the thought and feel sending lightening like bolts sparking through his body only to gather in his groin hardening him further.

\"Bloody hell, Potter,\" he muttered quietly. \"How can you do this to me?\"

Potter pulled back, somehow managing to get one hand tangled in the back of Draco\'s hair. \"Have you forgotten how to address me?\" Potter demanded fiercely.


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