To Give Everything

That night and the next day were a lot harder than Harry thought they would be. He had thought that he could just do what Malfoy asked him and that would be that, but things didn't go that smoothly. The welts on his arse stung and left him sore, reminding him of what had happened in Snape's office. He was surprised to be aroused by just the thought of it. For the first time in what felt like forever he wanted to wank before he went to sleep, but he remembered what Malfoy had said. He thought about doing it anyway, figuring there was no way the other man would find out. But then he thought that if Malfoy asked him, he would have to lie and Harry knew that he wasn't that good a liar.

So there was no wanking for him that night. When Harry finally drifted off to sleep he began having dreams about what happened. He even woke up a few times during the night, hard and very much aroused, but, of course, there was nothing he could do about it.

The next morning Harry was a little cranky and still sore, but since this was how he had been behaving lately, his friends didn't seem to notice. At breakfast Hermione talked about some essay that was due in a week and Harry pretended to listen, quietly buttering his bread and sneaking glances across the room at Malfoy. Every time he looked, it felt like the welts tingled. He had to stop himself, before he ended up getting hard then and there.

Draco tried to do as he had said, ignore Potter, but he couldn't. He kept glancing over to see the other man squirming in his seat, arse wriggling and reminding Draco that his marks were there. Draco could barely eat his meal. He had gone to bed early the night before, lying there wanking repeatedly as he replayed what had happened. He had imagined Potter in his bed, aching with no relief and that brought Draco's climax.

***

Draco could barely wait. He played ideas over and over in his mind, trying to decide between them all. He caught Potter looking and smirked, licking his lips.

Harry could feel his cheeks reddening so he looked away as quickly as he could, not wanting it to be noticed by anyone. He became much more interested in finishing his food, nodding a few times as Hermione continued to talk.

Ron was shovelling food into his mouth and Hermione was lecturing them about all the things they would have to do since they hadn't studied last year. Ginny and Neville sat down. Neville still seemed awkward about the situation but gave Harry a "morning," as did Ginny.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ginny asked.

Harry glanced up and shook his head quickly, mentally cursing. Out of everyone who could've noticed, it had to be her. "Nothing, Ginny," he replied.

She gave him a look that clearly implied she didn't believe him but then turned to snuggle against Neville. Neville blushed but seemed pleased anyway.

Harry watched them for a moment before he looked back down at his food again, not feeling very hungry anymore. He had told both himself and the others that he was fine with Neville and Ginny, and he was fine, but seeing them together like that, he still felt a tiny twinge of jealousy. He could only stare at his food without eating it for a short while before he decided to just leave. He told everyone that he was heading back to the dorms and got up before they could reply, leaving the Great Hall.

Draco almost regretted telling Potter to meet him in the evening. He didn't want to wait that long. But he was the Quidditch Team Captain for his House and had practice that afternoon. Afterwards, he had a long shower, wanking again as he imagined Potter waiting for him. Finally, he made his way to Snape's office, timing it so he would be just late enough to make Potter have to wait in the hall.

For the rest of the day Harry had stayed in his dorm, trying to busy himself with everything and anything else. He had to, because if he sat down and did nothing, all he would think about was meeting Malfoy later on that night, and that would only make him frustrated. So he ended up doing as Hermione said, studying and working on the essay that was due a week from then, finishing it by dinner.

Dinner ended up going by just as quickly as Harry wanted it to, though. He left before the others, saying that he was tired and wanted to get to bed. But what he really did was go back to the dorms and find his Invisibility Cloak, waiting for everyone to come upstairs for bed before he left and headed down to Snape's office. Harry was beginning to worry that Malfoy wasn't going to show up at all when he heard someone's footsteps. One glance told him who it was, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. He reached to pull away the cloak from himself.

For a moment, Draco thought Potter hadn't shown up. The hall looked empty. Then he saw the flicker as the man pulled the cloak back and he remembered the time on the train when he had caught Potter.

Harry folded the cloak over his arm and waited, smiling slightly. "Hi," he murmured, nerves beginning to get to him.

Draco's gaze raked down the other man’s body, enjoying his discomfort. "Put it back on and follow me," he snapped.

Harry nodded and unfolded the cloak, moving forward as he put it on. "Yes, Sir," he remembered to whisper after a moment.

Draco smiled a little, pleased that Potter remembered. He led the way deeper into the dungeons. Finally he stopped at what looked like a blank wall. "Remove it," he said.

Harry pulled the cloak off and folded it again, looking around to see where they were. "Where are we?" he asked curiously.

Draco pulled a long strip of black cloth from his pocket. "Close your eyes," he said.

Harry looked warily at the cloth, but did as he was told, taking a deep breath.

Draco waited, considering whether or not to slap the man for forgetting.

Harry peeked open one eye when nothing happened, looking up at Malfoy. He was going to ask what was going on when he realised that he was waiting. "Sorry, yes, Sir," he said quickly, closing his eyes again as his shoulders sagged a little. He wanted to be good at this.

"That's better," Draco told him and then reached up, removing Potter's glasses and pocketing them. Then he stepped behind him and tied the blindfold in place.

Harry's heart started to beat fast as soon as the blindfold was put on, realising that he relied a lot on his vision. Now he couldn't see anything at all.

Draco could see the tension in Potter's body and it made him smile. He pulled the man’s hands behind his back and used another strip of cloth to bind his wrists together. He leaned closer, and whispered in Potter's ear. "You are helpless. I am in control."

As much as Harry wanted to give up control, it was hard. Especially not knowing what was happening. He was breathing harder, flexing his hands a few times, but not trying to pull them out of the binding.

Draco stepped in front of him and then took Potter's tie and used it like a leash, tugging on it to lead him down the corridor to the secret entrance to The Room. His heart pounded at the idea that he was finally going to get to do this.

Harry stumbled a bit at first, but caught himself more quickly than he thought. He wished he knew where they were going.

Draco used the spell to open the brick wall. It was similar to the one in Diagon Alley – you had to touch the right bricks with a wand and then they rearranged into an opening. He led Potter inside and smiled as it closed up behind them. He loved the sense of power, knowing that Potter wouldn't know how to get out if he didn't show him.

Harry could feel that he was being led into some kind of room, just by the change in the air. "Where are we?" he asked again.

Draco didn't answer, preferring to keep Potter tense as he led him to stand in the middle of the room, where manacles dangled from the ceiling and there were bolts in the floor. Then he removed Potter's tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

Harry didn't like that he wasn't getting any answers because it only made him more nervous. He bet Malfoy could hear and even see his heart beating away.

Draco had to untie Potter's hands to get the robe and shirt off, tossing them aside onto a spanking bench. "Raise your hands above your head," he told the man.

"Yes, Sir," Harry said quietly as he raised his arms like he said.

Draco locked the manacles around Potter's wrists. He had added Cushioning Charms to them so they wouldn't actually damage him. Then he used another spell to tighten them so that they pulled Potter's arms taut above his head.

Harry gasped softly when his arms were pulled up so suddenly, trying to lean up to relieve the tension building in his shoulders already.

Draco grinned and worked open the man’s trousers, pushing them down with his shorts.

Harry flushed now that he was completely exposed, not sure if he'd ever get used to someone eyeing him. He knew where Malfoy was without having to see.

Draco had to pull Potter's shoes and socks off before getting the rest away. He added them to the pile. "Spread your legs," he said from where he knelt on the stone floor.

Harry spread them open a little, definitely not feeling comfortable like this.

Draco slapped Potter's thigh, both a warning to respond properly and annoyed that he didn't spread his legs far enough. "More!"

Harry jumped, mumbling a quick apology as he opened his legs wider. It was a little harder to keep the weight off his shoulders like this.

Draco attached the ankle irons and then stood to survey the view. Harry Potter, standing naked and spread eagle in chains. It was a fantastic sight. He could do anything to the man. Everything.

Harry tried to shift around a few times to try and get more comfortable, but that didn't seem to be possible. He guessed now he could only hope that he wasn't like this for long.

Draco walked a circle around the naked man, admiring him from every angle. "How does it feel?"

"My shoulders hurt a little," Harry answered, moving again. "But other than that ... it's okay."

"I am going to beat you like this," Draco said calmly, but his tone was smug. "Does that scare you? Do you like it?"

"Beat me?" Harry asked quietly, his face paling a little. Sure, it was scary, especially the way Malfoy said it. Like it was nothing.

"Yes," Draco said, slowly and quietly removing his own clothing now.

"How?" Harry asked.

"You didn't answer my questions," Draco insisted.

"It scares me," Harry answered. "And ... I dunno if I'll like it."

"You liked it yesterday," Draco said, trailing his hand over the welts still visible on the man’s arse.

"Yeah, I don't know why," Harry said, flushing again. He tensed slightly when Draco touched the welts, wondering if he'd be beaten like that again. If there were any more welts on his arse, he didn't think he'd be able to sit.

Draco picked up a potion he had prepared the day before and brought the phial to Potter's lips. "Drink this," he ordered.

Harry fought back the urge to ask what it was, tipping his head back to drink the potion. He had a fleeting thought that it could be poison.

Draco was pleased that Potter hadn't argued, that he was showing enough trust to make this work. He watched as the welts disappeared. "I want to start fresh tonight," he said.

Harry felt the tingle over his arse and realized that the potion must have been a healing one. He'd had enough of those to recognise both the taste and the feeling that accompanied it.

Draco was already half hard just at the sight of Potter like this and the fantasies about to come true. He set the empty phial aside and, picking up a quill, he ran the feathered end along the man’s jaw.

The unexpected soft touch tickled him and that made Harry smile a little, turning his head away from the feather.

Amused, Draco kept teasing, drawing the feather down Potter's neck and then over his nipples.

Harry tried to arch his chest away, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.

Draco liked the way the man’s body shivered and his small red-brown nipples hardened. He ran the feather up one and then the other of Potter's arms, stopping at the bound man's right hand and pressing the quill into it. "Take hold of this," he ordered.

Harry's fingers curved around the feather.

"Do you know what you are holding?" Draco asked.

"Feels like a quill," Harry answered.

"Yes, it is, and it is your key to freedom if you want it," Draco said. "I want you to be able to scream or cry or beg, but I don't want to stop. I want to push you to your limits. Push you past them. You drop this quill or say the word 'quill' and I stop. Completely. It's over and you go back to your life without this. Understand?"

That was big. Harry took a long moment to absorb the information before he nodded, his hand squeezing the quill in his hand. "Yes, Sir," he answered.

"Good," Draco said smugly, stepping back and reaching for a long thin switch. He supposed it might actually have come from the Whomping Willow and he found he liked the irony of that. He gave it several swishes in the air.

Harry heard the swishes in the air, but he didn't react, not exactly sure of what he was hearing.

Draco started at Potter's right ankle this time, drawing the scratchy stick up the inside of his leg.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of what was touching him. It felt like some kind of stick.

Draco drew it up both sides and then used the switch to tease the soft sac hanging between those spread thighs.

Harry bit his lip and shifted his legs open a little wider without thinking, his cock twitching just from the simple touch.

Draco started tapping the end of the switch, just a light touch on that sensitive skin and along the growing erection.

Harry couldn't hold back his moans any longer, already wishing that he could have more than these teasing touches.

Draco gave the next one a little twist, striking Potter's cock hard enough that it bounced against his body.

Harry groaned, his hips jerking in a spark of pleasure.

Draco was surprised that Potter liked that and he kept the light blows up for another minute, watching in fascination as the man arched into it. Then he stopped and waited.

Harry panted softly, his cock just as hard as it was the day before. He never thought that he'd be so aroused by something like this, but there he was, close to asking for more.

Draco shook his head in wonder and moved the switch to Potter's backside, a bit harder now as he warmed up the skin with light blows.

They hurt, but it wasn't anything that Harry felt he couldn't handle. His erection didn't go down at all – cock twitching excitedly with the blows.

When Potter’s arse started to pink up, Draco drew back and then snapped the switch across the center of those rounded mounds.

Harry hissed, tensing up as soon as he felt that sharp sting, shuddering as it seemed to echo in his skin.

A thin red stripe blossomed on the man’s arse and Draco happily added another and another, laying them down in neat rows across his bottom to just above his thighs.

Harry cried out with each one, shaking in the chains as his eyes squeezed tightly shut against the tears that were trying to well up in his eyes.

"Yes, cry, even scream. No one can hear you down here," Draco said, watching the man’s face intently.

Harry shook his head, not wanting to cry. He knew he was basically helpless in this situation, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to start crying in front of Malfoy.

The more Potter resisted, the more Draco wanted it. He continued down, striking the backs of Potter's thighs now.

Harry's lips were trembling now, his entire face red as he strained to hold back. It felt like his arse was on fire from the hits, but he still couldn't scream or cry.

Draco changed directions and brought the switch across Potter's chest, hitting his nipples on the second strike.

That strikes across his chest surprised Harry and he gasped loudly, tilting his head back, panting and shuddering.

The sight of Potter straining and sweating and pulling on the chains was hot. But the welts on his chest nearly made Draco come. He reached out and took a now swollen red nipple between his fingers and pinched.

Harry's resistance broke as he screamed, the first tear soaking into the blindfold as the pain spiked through his entire body.

Tossing the switch aside, Draco took the other nipple in his other hand, twisting both now.

Harry let out a choked sob, more of the tears welling in his eyes and soaking the cloth. "Hurts," he moaned, even though he was still hard.

Draco had never seen anything more exciting. He released one nipple and reached to grab a handful of dark hair, yanking the man’s head up and stepping closer. The slick head of his own cock brushed Potter's hip as he pulled the blindfold up so that he could see the tears falling.

Harry couldn't believe he was crying like this, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

Draco lapped at those tears, sucking on Potter's lips and moaning at the taste. His fingers on Potter's nipple twisted and he couldn't help but rub his cock against the man’s skin.

Harry cried harder. "Stop, please," he begged against Malfoy's lips. The quill was still tightly held in his hand.

Draco nipped the man’s chin and then pulled Potter's head to the side, working his mouth down his throat.

Harry hadn't expected Malfoy to stop, since he had made it pretty clear that he wouldn't unless he heard the safeword. No matter how he felt now, Harry wasn't going to give in so soon.

Draco released Potter's nipple but his mouth continued to devour the man, licking along his collarbone and then biting his way down to the first welt. He drew his tongue along it, just an inch above Potter's swollen nipples.

Harry sniffled and tried to arch away, swallowing against the small lump that had formed in his throat. The blindfold slipped back down over Harry’s eyes as he struggled.

The second welt-line led right to a nipple and Draco flicked his tongue against it.

Harry quivered at the shock of it. Even though it stung, Harry felt the pleasure underneath it, making him moan softly.

Pressing his lips tightly against Potter's skin, Draco sucked, the coppery taste of blood close to the surface of the wound making him moan. He pressed one thigh between Potter's legs, rubbing himself against the man.

Harry whimpered and attempted to move his hips with Malfoy's, the pleasure overriding everything else he felt at the moment.

Draco licked along the welt to the other nipple, clamping down on it then. The chains rattled as he rutted against Potter, the man unable to do much except shudder as Draco practically rode his body, thigh pressing Potter's balls and cock.

Harry couldn't hold himself up any longer and just hung there, biting his lip so hard that he thought it would be bruised for days. "Can I come, please?" he sobbed, not sure how much more of this he could take.

Draco stilled, realising he had lost control. He held there for a moment, pulling himself together and then stepped back. "No, not yet," he said. "Shall I let you see where you are?"

"Please," Harry mumbled, both because he wanted to see where he was finally, and because he still wanted to come badly.

"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you," Draco said.

Harry closed them and nodded to show that he was ready.

Draco removed the blindfold but then stepped back, wanting to see Potter's face when he looked at the torture chamber.

"Can I open them now?" Harry asked quietly, feeling the cool air against his still wet eyes.

"Yes, open your eyes and don't forget to respond correctly," Draco said, eyes intent on Potter's face.

"Yes, Sir," Harry replied, opening his eyes slowly. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but he still couldn't see the room clearly, not without his glasses. He did look around everywhere, though, but it didn't look familiar at all.

That's when Draco realised Potter would never get the impact of the torture devices without glasses, so he reached for his clothes and found them, putting them on the man’s face.

Harry thanked him quietly and looked around again, his eyes widening at what he saw. It looked as though he was in some kind of Medieval torture room and suddenly Harry was afraid again. Was he even in Hogwarts still? He swallowed and looked back at Malfoy who was standing naked in front of him. His face promptly flushed as he looked the naked blond up and down without even realising it.

Draco smirked, enjoying the look of shock and then Potter's appraisal of his body. He reached a hand down to fondle his own balls while the other man was watching.

Harry bit his lip and looked away, feeling like he was viewing something he should not have been seeing.

"Look at my cock," Draco ordered, amused by Potter's embarrassment.

Harry glanced back at him, his eyes trailing down to look at where Malfoy’s hand was. Of course he couldn't help but compare himself to Malfoy now, thinking that the man was bigger than him.

Draco squeezed and stroked, enjoying putting on a show for the other man. He noticed that Potter's cock seemed to quiver as if jealous of that touch.

"When can I come?" Harry asked after another few minutes, looking up at Malfoy's face.

"Selfish, aren't you?" Draco drawled and then walked over to the wall with the hooks and shelves full of what he thought of as 'toys.' He selected a wooden one from a shelf and picked up a phial of oil, walking back over to Potter.

Harry looked over what Malfoy had in his hand, not sure of what it was at all. "What is that?"

Draco's smirk grew and he arched an eyebrow holding it up for Potter to see. It was a smooth peg-shaped device, about as wide as his thumb and as long as his hand, with a handle at one end. It was narrowest at the point and then flared slightly, before narrowing once more to a rounded point. "Kiss it," he ordered and brought it to Potter's lips.

Harry didn't know what it was but he did as he was told.

Draco smiled. The he opened the phial and dipped it in, coating the device and then smoothing the lubrication down the length of it.

Just giving him a better look didn't mean Harry knew what it was. "Are you going to tell me or not?" he asked.

"I am going to show you," Draco said, stepping around behind Potter.

Harry frowned, wishing he could see what Malfoy was doing.

Draco's fingers were still coated with oil as he slid them between the cheeks of Potter's arse, feeling for that hole.

Harry jumped and automatically clenched his cheeks together, not expecting to be touched there.

Draco chuckled and then flicked his wand, the chains holding up Potter's arms lengthening. "Bend over and put your hands on the floor," he ordered.

Harry thought about refusing, but he sighed and rolled his shoulders, bending over to rest his hands on the floor, quill still in his hand.

Potter's legs were still bound to the floor and now his arse was up and open. Draco ran a finger down the crevice again.

Harry realised why he was positioned like this now. He couldn't clench himself closed as well as before, leaving him exposed for Malfoy.

Potter's vulnerability was hot and Draco made use of it, rubbing the pad of a finger against the quivering hole. "I am going to fuck this," he said softly.

Harry's eyes widened, a quiver of fear going up his spine. "Now? But ...."

Draco's chuckle probably sounded evil. He felt that way, teasing the oh-so-tight hole and hearing the panic in Potter's voice.

"Could we ... I don't know ... wait?" Harry asked quietly.

"I will do what I want," Draco declared. With Potter half upside-down, he couldn't see the smirk. He pressed the tip of his finger harder against the man’s anus.

That only made Harry clench tighter, shaking with the effort now.

Draco could see the feather still clutched in Potter's hand where it was pressed to the stone of the floor. He hadn't said the word. Draco pulled his finger back but rested the tip of the device against the hole instead. It was smooth and oiled and slid in despite the man’s resistance.

Harry gasped and breathed in deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. He could feel it sliding inside of him and his body fought to push it back out, but it didn't seem to help.

"Yes, going to stick my cock in this tight little virgin hole," Draco said. "You haven't even put your finger up it, have you?"

"No," Harry mumbled, biting his lip and face flushing again as he tried to adjust to the very uncomfortable feeling.

The widest point was only a bit bigger than Draco's thumb and he only had to push a bit more before it passed inside and then the thing narrowed so that the man’s arse now held it inside, only the small flat base protruding out of him. Draco licked his lips as he saw Potter's arse trembling and shuddering around the intrusion, imagining what it would feel like if that was his cock right then.

Harry let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding when Malfoy stopped pushing it inside, sweat dripping off his face and onto the floor below him. If he didn't move, he was okay.

"Brace yourself," Draco said and stepped closer, hips against Potter's arse. Potter's cock was still firm, the head, having pushed out of the foreskin, dribbling pre-come. That was even more exciting. Despite his protestations, Potter liked this. Draco pressed his own erection alongside the other man’s and wrapped his fingers around them both.

Harry's arms were shaking, but he managed to keep himself up, moaning when Malfoy held their cocks together. "Oh, please," he whispered, wishing he could thrust.

"You can come when I do," Draco told him, squeezing and stroking their pricks together. It felt glorious. He watched Potter's body tense, his arse clenching around the device, and felt the man’s erection pulsing in his hand.

Harry was almost crying in frustration again, wishing there was some way to make Malfoy come faster so that he could come as well. But at least Harry was going to be able to come at all.

Draco's skin rubbed against the welts on Potter's thighs and arse as he thrust into his hand and against the other man’s. "Yes, going to fuck you," Draco gasped, feeling his body tighten.

Harry wasn't sure if he liked it when Draco said that, but the way he felt his erection twitch told him otherwise.

"Yesss!" Draco shouted, coming then.

Harry came within seconds of Malfoy, crying out as he shuddered harder than he had in a long time.

Their combined seed slicked Draco's hand and splattered the floor. He released them then and rubbed the spunk on Potter's arse, the welts shining with the slick goo.

Harry was panting, barely holding himself up as he moaned from the pain the rubbing caused. His legs were shaking as well as his arms.

Draco stepped back and gave that swollen red arse a swat.

Harry yelped, body shuddering.

Draco Summoned his wand, using it to release the locks on the manacles and to clean himself. "Get cleaned and dressed," he told Potter.

Harry fell to his knees when he could, still working to catch his breath. Once he did, he stood up slowly. He realised then that the thing was still inside his arse, but he had a feeling that Malfoy knew that. So he didn't waste time asking him about it. He slowly walked over to his clothes and found his wand, casting a quick Cleaning Spell before he dressed, hissing every time he shifted.

Draco dressed too, watching Potter as he did. He thrilled at the way the welts on his skin and the device in his arse made the other man move different.

"Here's your quill," Harry mumbled when he was dressed, his face showing how uncomfortable he felt in clothes.

Draco smiled, taking the quill and laying it on a shelf for next time.

Harry stood there quietly for a moment, doing his best not to move. "How long do I have to keep this inside of me?"

Draco had been waiting for the question. "All the time," he answered with a smile.

Harry's head snapped up. He had been expecting one day and night, but all the time? "What about when I have to go to the loo?"

"You take it out, do what you have to do, clean and oil it, then put it back inside," Draco explained.

"Oil it? With what?" Harry asked, not sure of what Malfoy had used.

Malfoy held out the phial.

"Thanks, I guess," Harry murmured, taking the phial and looking at the viscous liquid inside of it.

"That's 'thank you, Sir,' Potter," Draco snapped.

"Thank you, Sir," Harry whispered, not looking at Malfoy as he spoke. He put away the phial, trying to think about how he was going to put the thing back inside of him.

Draco stepped close, reaching to take the man’s chin and tilt his face up to look into his eyes. "You liked that," he said.

Harry blushed. "Yes," he said softly. "I didn't know I would."

Draco ran his thumb over the man’s lips, licking his own as he did.

"It's weird, isn't it?" Harry asked quietly.

Fantastic, Draco thought. "I will watch you squirm, my marks on your body, that plug in your arse," he whispered.

"It'll hurt if ... when you fuck me," Harry said, just the thought frightening him.

"Maybe," Draco said. "But you like pain."

"I'm still scared," Harry sighed.

"Good," Draco answered with a smile. "Meet me Wednesday. Remember, no wanking."

Harry nodded, remembering that little rule. He knew it would be even harder to follow through, what with this thing in his arse.

Draco led them back out of The Room, making Potter close his eyes when he opened the wall so that he wouldn't know the code.

"Why can't I see where we are exactly?" Harry asked once they were outside.

Draco didn't answer. Instead, he reached up and pinched Potter's nipple through his shirt.

"Ow!" Harry quickly took a step back, reaching to rub his chest. "I was just asking ...."

"Yes, you were," Draco said. "And I will touch you when and how I like."

"And you won't answer my questions?" Harry asked, stepping away again in case Malfoy wanted to pinch something else.

Draco scowled, shoving Potter against the wall, knowing how it would hurt both his backside and where his hand pressed into the man’s chest. "You will learn to answer me correctly," he hissed.

Harry breathed in sharply, nodding quickly. "Yes, Sir," he murmured, his voice a little higher.

"That's better," Draco whispered, fingers rubbing the welts through the shirt.

"Hurts, Sir," Harry whispered, not sure if he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

What Draco saw in Potter's eyes was exciting. He stepped closer, pressing himself to the other man, fingers still caressing the welts through the shirt as he brought his lips over Potter's.

The pain was ... wonderful, it made Harry feel more than he had ever felt. It made him want more, and more, because it felt like it kept him grounded. Made him feel like he was alive, and right there, and he could beg, cry and scream for more and Malfoy would give it to him. He didn't realise that his arms were moving until they were wrapped around Malfoy's neck, and he was rising up on the tips of his toes to kiss him back.

Draco hadn't thought to kiss him, but now that they were doing this, his tongue thrust into Potter's mouth.

Harry had never kissed anyone as hard as he was now, boldly sucking on Malfoy's tongue and then sliding his alongside the man’s.

Draco was snogging Potter against a wall. They'd already come but he was hard again. Hard because of the kisses and the rubbing and the fact that this man had his marks. It was amazing. What worried him now was how he would go until Wednesday to do this again.

Harry seemed to realise who he was kissing at the same time and it made him pull back quite suddenly, his head hitting the wall behind him. He was breathing hard once again, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

Draco laughed at the look and released him, stepping back. "You better get moving before the Weasel misses you," he teased.

Harry nodded, slowly pushing himself off the wall. "Yeah, goodbye then, Sir," he said quietly, turning to leave. He unfolded the Invisibility Cloak he was holding, and with one last glance over his shoulder at Malfoy, he pulled it on.

Draco leaned against the wall, watching Potter disappear under the cloak and listening to the sound of his steps as he left. Then he pushed off the wall and made his way to the Slytherin dorm, never more pleased than he was now.