Trapped by Mischief Managed

Rilla -- ::giggles:: yes, they are, aren\'t they. : ) Hope you continue to enjoy this one. Of course, I usually can\'t write PWPs. My story \"Things That Go Bump in the Night\" seriously started out as a little PWP, and it turned out to be my longest story to date. LOL
ChantelMalfoy -- LOL, yes, he can be annoying can\'t he? Stubborn little git, in fact. He\'ll come around. ::wink::


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Part Four
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\"Now *that\'s* more like it, pet,\" Potter purred, shifting behind Draco, dropping his hands to Draco\'s hips and just *leaving* them there.

Draco bridled at the possessive name, but didn\'t protest out loud. He *had* agreed to the . . . act. Potter didn\'t move as the waiter served them their drinks. Despite that, Draco found he couldn\'t forget those hands, and where they were -- so close and so so far -- doing nothing that wouldn\'t be acceptable in one of the school common rooms . . . assuming one of them had been a girl. It was like his ability to focus narrowed down to that tiny field of vision and it was . . . disconcerting, to say the least. He reached for his drink, gulping down a huge swallow -- and choked, wheezing as the fiery liquid slid down his throat and exploded in his stomach, the fumes burning his nose.

\"Careful,\" Potter said quietly, reaching for his own -- which he sipped.

\"You could have warned me sooner,\" Draco complained hoarsely, false warmth spreading through his gut in a relaxing wave.

He felt Potter shrug behind him. \"I would have, but I didn\'t realize you hadn\'t drank before.\"

\"I\'ve drank!\" Draco retorted, then quietly amended that -- not quite sure why he did so. \"Just nothing quite this strong.\"

\"Sorry,\" Potter whispered into his ear, breathing the single word out across Draco\'s earlobe and flicking his tongue out, the tip following the hot breath.

Draco shivered in response. \"How do you do that?\" he asked.

\"It\'s all about power, Draco,\" Potter replied, his voice mesmerising in its quiet intensity, his hands sliding down the sides of Draco\'s legs, the long warm palms caressing the skin exposed there by the open-sided trousers.

He\'d known that all along. It always was. He just had never before realized that *lack* of power had an appeal all its own. He\'d always striven for the opposite.

\"And it\'s about trust,\" Potter continued in that velvet weapon that was his voice tonight, his hands trailing over Draco\'s knees, and switching direc bac back upward -- only this time on the *inside*.

Draco\'s breath caught in his throat, held there as if by a spell as he waited to see just how far Potter would go, trails of incredible heat left in the wake of those torturously languid fingers.

**What? Trust?**

\"I don\'t trust you, Potter,\" Draco said breathlessly.

\"Yes, you do.\"

Draco huffed, despite his rather overwhelming arousal, despite the fact that Potter\'s hands had stopped a mere few inches from that part of Draco that was beginning to demand it receive direct attention.

\"You trust me to behave a certain way,\" Potter continued, kneading the inside racoraco\'s clothed thighs, speaking lowly, seductively, as if the conversation they were having were words passed between lovers in the heat of passion.

Draco swallowed nervously. Where would this stop? How far would Potter take it? And if it went farther than Draco was willing to let it go -- which was *shockingly* farther than he\'d thought 20 minutes ago -uld uld he be able to stop the Gryffindor?

\"You trust me to be who I am, that there are certain . . . limits I won\'t go beyond.\"

\"Oh, Merlin!\" Potter was right, and with that thought, Draco finally let go, letting himself enjoy this new experience. For the first time he trusted someone *else* enough to let go of his control, hand it over to someone else.

Fingers tucked under his chin and Draco felt his head being turned. He cooperated and found himself staring into the most intense green eyes he\'d ever seen. He didn\'t think he\'d really noticed just how bright Potter\'s eyes were before. But then, he couldn\'t see them anymore as Potter dipped his head forward and claimed Draco\'s mouth in a hard, passionate, demanding kiss.

Moaning low in his throat, Draco\'s mouth opened under the pressure of Potter\'s slow, sensual assault, unreservedly granting entrance to Potter. All outside activity ceased to concern him, his attention all centered on the sensations created by a surprisingly skilled Gryffindor. Fingers touched, leaving lingering warmth behind. Lips and tongue danced with his, teeth lightly capturing his lower lip, briefly holding it prisoner.

An eter lat later, Draco jumped as Potter slid a hand beneath him, cupping his arse tightly. Draco gasped at the erotic surges as his cock twitched in heady response. \"Potter!\" he let out breathlessly, then winced as he suddenly felt his head being jerked back by Potter\'s grip on his hair.

\"Address me as Sir,\" Potter hissed, dipping his head to bite lightly at Draco\'s throat. \"Or master,\" he continued as he released Draco\'s throat, lathing it with soft, soothing kissesteastead.

Draco struggled briefly, feeling more vulnerably laid out than he could ever remember feeling, resenting Potter\'s demand of him. The anger turned quickly to a whimper of surrender as Potter\'s soothing touches worked their magic. \"SirDracDraco said, his voice a nearly inaudible whisper.

The reaction was immediate, however. Potter released his slightly painful grip on Draco\'s hair, and the blond sighed in relief. Deep inside a voice was screaming, asking what the sodding hell he thought he was doing. It was washed away in the desire to fully experience this new perspective.

\"Very good,\" Potter murmured approvingly, moving his mouth immediately over Draco\'s, reclaiming it possessively, demanding nothing less than Draco\'s full participation.

Draco lost himself in the continuing words of approval and encouragement, finally making his own attempts to touch. It felt incredibly good to lose himself to sensation and to basking in unreserved approval. Sitting with his back to Potter, there wasn\'t muc cou could reach, but he caressed and kneaded what he could, wickedly pleased with each moan, mutter and groan he coaxed out of his erstwhile rival.

\"Open your shirt,\" Potter demanded. Asserting pressure on the inside of Draco\'s knees Potter maneuvered Draco\'s legs apart, his own knees brought up between them.

**Merlin! What\'s happening?** Draco thought in lust laden bemusement, his hands working of their own accord to follow Potter\'s instructions. He was exposing himself, *in public*, spread eagle over his rivals lap, and not caring in the slightest how it might look. He was lost.

He whimpered as Harry tweaked his erect nipples between strong, sensitive fingers, the sound swallowed by Harry\'s insistent mouth, tasted by his demanding tongue. Draco arched toward the teasing fingers, wanting more. His cock ached, trapped beneath the treacherously soft leather of his trousers, leaking, he knew without doubt, almost steadily. \"Ha-- Sir, *please*,\" headeeaded, nearly incoherent with need.\"

Harry groaned in immediate response. \"Open your trousers, Pet,\" he demanded lowly, a faint growl to his words.

Swamped with another surge of shocking lust that layered itself on top of all the roiling arousal he already felt, Draco moved to obey. He hesitated briefly, his belt half-way unbuckled, as a momentary wash of reality swept over him. **We aren\'t *alone*!**

The sane, sensible thought was swept away, buried, as libido warred briefly with propriety and won.

Harry licked up the side of Draco\'s neck as Draco finished his task and sighed in relief at the welcomed release of pressure.

\"Touch yourself,\" Harry whispered across Draco\'s ear, his hands slipping beneath the edges of Draco\'s waistband to tease at the hollows of his hips.

His hips bucked involuntarily, Draco wanting nothing more than Harry\'s hands to do the touching. Licking his lips, panting breathlessly, Draco trailed a tentative hand down his own abdomen, threading his fingers through the coarse curls at the base of his leaking, throbbing cock before wrapping them around the hot flesh.

His heart pounding, breath coming in short gasping pants, and feeling *incredibly*, sinfully naughty, Draco firmed his grip and slowly raised his fist his entire length, swirling a finger tip through the precum at the head. He whimpered in sensation, his own touch having lost the ability to rouse him this much, *long* ago. This was new, and exciting, and he *never* wanted it to stop. His hand motion sped up, his body demanding release.

\"Don\'t come.\"

He whimpered, loudly this time. \"Please!* he begged.

\"No.\"

With a growl, Draco complied, and slowed, his own touch becoming nearly unbearable now. In retaliation, he squirmed, rubbing his arse against Harry\'s erection, glorying in the groan the calculated movement evoked.

\"My apologies, Sir, but we are closing for the evening.\"

Draco growled . . . *loudly*.

Harry, on the other hand, rose, effortlessly depositing Draco onto his own two feet. Draco blushed, the heat flooding his face -- and he suspected his entire body -- as a cold dose of reality came crashing down around him. He fumbled as he hastily tucked himself back inside his trousers, turning away from the man standing so close to the two of them. It wasn\'t as easy as he would have liked, considering his extreme embarrassment seemed to have absolutely no effect on traitorous parts of his anatomy.

\"Will you be requiring a room for the night?\"

**What havdonedone?!** Draco thought in near panic. **What in sodding hell have I done?**

\"No, not this time.\"

Draco wilted in relief. Right now, despite his continuing, and rather insulting, desire to cum, all he wanted to do was get bto Hto Hogwarts and forget this humiliating night had ever happened. As far as he could see, Potter was completely unaffected by their encounter. If he hadn\'t had very physical proof of the bastard\'s interest earlier, Draco would be wondering if Potter had been affected *at all*.

\"Thank you, Alberto,\" *Potter* replied, nodding his head at the interrupting prat, *smiling*.

\"Come, Draco,\" Pottaid,aid, turning toward him abruptly. \"It\'s time to leave.\"

Draco stifled the gasp that Potter\'s rather ill chosen words provoked, damn near cumming on the spot. He glared at Potter, suddenly remembering *exactly* why he hated the insufferable git!

Potter\'s hand firmly around his elbow, which Draco was going to vehemently protest . . . as soon as they were out of this death trap, Draco allowed himself to be led out of the club. He refused, point blank, to look *anyone* in the eye as they left. He didn\'t care if it wasn\'t \'polite\'. He didn\'t care if it made him appear submissive. He wasn\'t ready to face the knowing looks, nor the behavior that caused them. At the moment, his pride had deserted him.

The moment they were outside the secret port-key entrance, back to the alley where all this had started, that changed. Draco rounded on Potter. \"Transfigure my clothes and wand back,\" he demanded.

\"Can\'t.\"

\"What?!\" Draco yelped, suddenly panicking, images of *everyone* finding out flooding his mind. He\'d even have to *explain* how his wand came to be transfigured. Oh Merlin! His life was over!

\"Don\'t know the spell to turn it all back.\"

\"You son of a bitch!\" Draco snarled. \"You set me up!\"

\"Relax Draco, it\'s on a timer, it\'ll all revert in an hour or two,\" Potter laughed, shaking his head. \"And how in heaven\'s name could I set you up, when I didn\'t even know you were going to follow me, eavesdrop on the password, lie to get into the club, let *alone* that you would turn out to be a closet sub?\"

\"You can let go of me now, *Potter*!\" Draco hissed, jerking away.

Potter smirked at him. \"Certainly, Draco,\" he replied evenly, dropping his hand, and walking toward the alley entrance.

Draco fumed. How dare the sodding git walk off like that? How *dare* he act as if nothing untoward happened. He raced after the \'golden\' Gryffindor. \"What the hell happened in there,\" he demanded, grabbing hold of Potter\'s arm and swinging him around until they were face to face. Why the hell was he asking?!

Potter glared at him, then. \"Not here,\" he said shortly, shrugging off Draco\'s hold easily and resuming his steady stride.

\"Not here?\" Draco demanded, incredulous. \"Our *bargain* has ended Potter. You no longer have *any* control over me, and I demand--\"

Potter cut him off abruptly, shoving him against a building wall, pinning him there with his body, and preventing any more protests by clamping a hand over his mouth. Draco\'s eyes widened as he instantly realized Potter wasn\'t as unaffected as he seemed. His response to that discovery was torn. Part of him was relieved he wasn\'t alone in this rather confusing morass. Part of him was absolutely horrified. This was *Potter*.

\"You\'re right, Draco,\" Potter hissed quietly. \"The moment we port keyed, our bargain ended. We are still, however, bound by the rules of the club. What goes on in there, is not revealed to *anyone*. Don\'t even *think* about breaking that, Draco. You won\'t like what they do to you for it.\" Potter paused a moment before continuing, locking gazes with him. \"I\'ve seen what happens in those cases, and I can guarantee that \'public humiliation\' will the very *least* of your concerns.\"

Draco tried to wrench free, resenting the implied threat.

\"Draco,\" Potter continued, his voice losing its angry edge. \"Men every bit as influential as your fathrequrequent this club. They *need* that guarantee of secrecy. If it got out, many of them would absolutely ruined.\"

Draco froze, the image of what his father would do to someone who revealed a secret about *him* that was as potentially harmful as something like this. He shuddered.

Potter nodded, and abruptly pulled away. \"We\'ll talk when we can be private.\"

Desperately trying to erase the horrific mental images flying through his mind, Draco walked silently beside Potter.


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