Caught by Mischief Managed

AN: Apologies for the length of time it\'s taken me to update. I hope this makes up for it, though. Two chapters will be posted tonight, so I don\'t leave anyone hanging again. Thank you *everyone* for hanging in there, and for the wonderful reviews. Those are what kept me plugging away at this, even when the muses balked.

Zedmeister -- Actually, Blaise *did* meet Potter at the main club, after which he patroned Harry to the private club, housed in back.) H) Hope that clears that up for you.


Previously on \"Caught by Mischief Managed\"....


\"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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Part Four
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Draco froze, nervously licking his lips. The pull on his hair was just this side of painful, and though he wasn\'t entirely certain how to respond, he suspected doing so incorrectly wouldn\'t be very pleasant. The part of him angry at the delay was drown out by the much . . . louder part that quivered through him at the position he was in. **Gods above!** Draco thought frantically, desperate to clear his mind enough to think properly.

\"Have you?\" Potter repeated, tightening his grip slightly.

Draco winced and shook his head, opting for diplomatic, yet respectful, wishine dee demands of his body would leave him alone long enough to think clearly. **Respectful? To Potter?** All the votes were in, he had officially gone completely nutters. He swallowed heavily. He was *so* out of his depth here.

\"No,\" he replied, hesitating only slightly before continuing, \"Sir.\"

\"You haven\'t?\"

Frowning slightly, irritated at being interrogated, Draco tried to pull back, wincing slightly when he wasn\'t released. \"No, I haven\'t,\" he said sharply.

Potter\'s eyes narrowed.

\"Sir,\" Draco hurried added, a rush of renewed adrenaline shooting heat through his belly.

**Damn!** Draco exclaimed silently. He wasn\'t used to being polite to many people, let alone respectful. He could think of only one person at the moment, and, excuse him, but he\'d really rather not think about his father while he was in the middle of a sexual encounter.

Before Draco realized what was happening, Potter had backed away, releasing him so quickly that he stumbled slightly.

\"You didn\'t forget? You just, what, didn\'t bother?\" Potter asked, eyes still narrowed, now gleaming.

\"No!\" Draco exclaimed, then frowned. He was explaining himself?! \"I forgot about it, until you mentioned it,\" he admitted finally.

\"So, in that case, you lied to me.\"

Draco nearly growled. Potter was being ridiculously obstinate. He hadn\'t come here to be bloody backed into a corner. He\'d--

\"Over there,\" Potter said sternly, pointing.

Draco blinked and his gaze automatically followed Potter\'s direction. He frowned. Two poles just about two shoulder widths apart stood up out of the floor. **What?** he thought immediately, though a couple of uses sprang immediately to mind, and he wasn\'t entirely certain he liked either one of them. His errant cock jumped, though, denying his thoughts.

He turned back around fully intending to tell Harry Potter just where he could stuff his orders.

\"Now!\" Potter hissed.

Draco took an involuntary step backward, recovering quickly enough to make it just that one. He was angry now, though, and the name of his head of house hovered on his lips. It was then he saw the smirk. Tiny at first, it bloomed slowly across Potter\'s mouth, a direct challenge dancing in the dark-haired boy\'s eyes.

**I hate you, Harry Potter!** Draco thought venomously, stalking toward the poles. He stopped, standing directly between the two, his stance completely belying the nervous tension stirring in his belly. **What the bloody hell am I doing?**

\"Turn around.\"

Draco obeyed, his expression no more betrayed his anger or his growing unease than it did his rather shocking arousal. He was bloody *leaking* already. He could feel it -- and Potter had barely *touched* him! It was a bit embarrassing, truth be told.

Sauntering, his body shown off to perfection as he moved lithely across the floor, Potter slowed as approached. Reaching out his hand he trailed it across Draco\'s bare chest, drawing a completely involuntary gasp out of the Slytherin. Potter circled behind him, that hand never losing contact with his body. Draco\'s eyes closed as he relished the contact, his mind still in direct opposition to his body, asking what the hell he was doing.

\"You\'re angry with me,\" Potter said suddenly, his voice matter-of-fact.

Draco started. **How did he *know* that?** Draco was one hundred percent certain he\'d let absolutely *none* of that show. That was one thing he had become very proficient at over the years -- hiding his anger.

\"Well, no matter,\" Potter continued after only a brief moment of silence. \"What matters is if you know what you did wrong, what four mistakes you made tonight, if I\'m lenient and leave out that . . . hesitation before you addressed me properly. Do you?\"

\"You are required to answer when I ask you a question,\" Potter purred in his ear, his voice dark and full of promises Draco wasn\'t sure he was interested in, but that his body responded to with renewed vigor.

He groaned -- far more audibly than he would have wished.

\"Four mistakes. You don\'t want to make it five.\"

Draco wracked his brain, even as he shivered in response to the whispered words of warning. At the moment he could think of only three. **Oh!** he thought suddenly, gulping despite his best efforts not to. \"I didn\'t take off my shirt,\" he said finally, suspecting he should have said something about not \'obeying\' when told to take it off, but just couldn\'t quite bring himself to go that far. This *was* Potter, after all.

He felt Potter nod behind him, the movement causing Potter\'s head to brush his. \"That\'s one.\"

\"I didn\'t address you properly,\" Draco continued, though he had to fight an eye roll with that one. No matter what his body told him, he had trouble with that Sir bit. \"Then I li-- Well, I didn\'t lie exactly, I just momentarily forgot, but when you asked about it, I remembered, so when I answered--\"

Potter\'s hand firmly across his mouth stopped his flow of words. **Thank Merlin!** Draco thought fervently. **Where in Circe\'s name did that *babble* come from?**

\"Do you make excuses like that when confronted by, say, your head of house?\"

**Of course not!** Draco thought indignantly. What did Potter think he was, an idiot? The hand lifted and Draco shook his head, saying simply, \"no.\"

\"Then don\'t use them with me,\" Potter hissed angrily. \"I can do things to your body that *he* wouldn\'t *dare*.\"

Draco\'s breath caught in his throat as fire and ice flushed through his body. Unable to breathe properly, and unable to decide whether Potter\'s declaration was a good thing or a bad thing, Draco swayed, a touch dizzy. \"Yes, Sir,\" he replied faintly.

\"What else?\"

This was the one Draco wasn\'t entirely certain about. \"I hesitated when you told me to come over here?\" he asked. He\'d tried to make it a statement, but despite his best intention, it came out sounding like a question. He may not be able to *see* Potter, but he could *feel* him standing directly behind, and he waited impatiently, tensely, for Potter to reply.

Swallowing as the silence wore on, Draco\'s tongue darted out to moisten lips gone very dry. He jumped when Potter touched him again, trailing a hand lightly down Draco\'s back, past his narrow hips, letting it rest against the curve of his . D. Draco clamped his lower lip between his teeth to hold back the gasp it elicited from him. Never before had such a simple touch brought such a response, held so much wealth of meaning.

\"Grab the poles,\" Potter hissed.

Grateful for something to support him, Draco\'s hands shot out, grabbing thles les on either side of him before he could even begin to think about his response.

He yelped in surprise more than anything as Potter\'s hand came down across his trouser covered arse. He immediately clamped his teeth together. It hadn\'t *really* hurt after all, just surprised him. He\'d expected some warning. Absolutely determined not to make another sound, Draco prepared himself for more; he figured at least three left, one for each \'mistake\'.

What he got, was Potter firmly caressing across the very spot he\'d struck creating a shocking counter heat and nearly sending Draco to his knees. Shaking, Draco moaned softly, wanting nothing more than to arch back into the deft touch. The touch left.

Draco growled lowly, frustration and longing mixing equally and fueling the ever building lust within him. \"Sir! Please!\" he hissed. His brain shut down at that, refusing to think for him any longer.

\"What do you want, Draco?\" Potter purred, resting his hands on Draco\'s hips.

**Duh!** He licked his lips, thinking carefully before answering -- as carefully as he could with most of his blood directed places *other* than his brain. \"Hurry please,\" he whispered, wincing and hurriedly adding, \"Sir.\"

A soft, evil chuckle sounded behind him, sending a shiver down his spine. Both of Potter\'s hands inched forward until they rested on Draco\'s belt buckle.

Draco stiffened even as his cock twitched beneath his trousers, another groan escaping him as Potter\'s hands stopped moving . . . *again*.

\"You want me to hurry up and punish you?\"

**Yes! No!** He whimpered, feeling slightly confused now in addition to everything else. His body wasn\'t confused, though, the simple question, whispered tauntingly into his ear had set him leaking steadily. \"Yes, Sir,\" he whispered, not believing what he was saying.

\"Ask me, Draco,\" Potter urged, one finger easy beneath his waistband.

**Ask?!**

\"Ask me to administer your correction, Pet,\" Potter repeated. \"Ask me to spank you.\"

Gasping in outrage, Draco fully intended on shaking his head no. His mouth took over and the words were out before he could stop them. \"Please, spank me, Sir,\" he asked, his eyes closing, his gut tightening in a heady mixture of intense lust coated with a healthy dusting of fear. What power was this that allowed Potter to control him so?

He\'d come here expecting something of a tussle, a bit of strong arming, with Potter attempting to overpower him physically. But no, Potter was controlling him with words . . . mere words. Not once had he physically tried to force *anything*. He, Draco Malfoy, was *allowing* this.

He was ripped from his foggy thoughts as Potter deftly slipped his belt loose, quickly followed by his fly, allowing Draco\'s trousers to fall down around his ankles. The Slytherin automatically started to step out of them.

\"No,\" Potter said sharply, freezing Draco\'s movement. \"Leave them there.\"

Swallowing nervously, he nodded. \"Yes, Sir,\" he whispered. Draco had *never* felt so bloody exposed in his entire life . . . not even when he\'d been fully naked. He shivered.

\"Cold?\" Potter asked silkily.

Draco shook his head. \"No, Sir,\" he replied.

Potter pressed against him from behind, pulling him hard against the Gryffindor\'s body.

Draco moaned, feeling Potter, and the very clear evidence of his arousal, intimately pressed between his arse cheeks, a hot flash sparking through him.

Potter chuckled. \"Stay hard for me, Pet,\" he commanded softly as he pulled away, \"show me how much you want this.\"

Two quick, stinging slaps to his arse negated Draco\'s ability to reply. He gasped, once again caught by surprise, his tiontion the most surprising of all. He whimpered. As unbelievable as it seemed, each strike was like a direct connection to his straining cock. It pulsed each time.

\"That\'s it, Pet,\" Potter purred behind him, once again, stroking over the site of his strikes.

Draco panted, unable to stop the reaction. This was *so* much more than he had expected and he suddenly felt like he was drowning in the experience. He couldn\'t sort out the slight pain from the shooting pleasure.

\"Shhhhhh,\" Potter soothed, one hand snaking around front to splay across Draco\'s chest. \"Only one more, Pet. Only one more.\"

Shaking, Draco let himself be drawn back against Potter\'s chest, his eyes drifting shut as he allowed himself to float with the sensations, no longer feeling like he was submerged. The final blow came, equally as unexpected as the first three, and coincided with the hand across his chest dipping down to massage against his covered erection.

He gasped, loudly, arching into Potter\'s hand, very nearly cumming at the first touch.

**Merlin have mercy!** Draco thought as his knees finally gave out on him.

Potter didn\'t let him collapse, instead he swept Draco up into his arms.

Draco briefly thought about protesting. He wasn\'t a *girl*. **Bugger it!** he thought suddenly. It wasn\'t *that* important, and he was too caught up in the enjoyable sensations to want to create a fuss. Instead, he allowed the steady sway of Potter\'s steps to lull him.


TBC (No worries, next chapter up tonight too. Just give me about 45 minutes to put the finishing touches on.)
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