Prank Wars

Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of this, and I\'m not making money off of this.

Warnings: Some language, sexual content, and hot kinkiness on the Quidditch pitch. He, he.

A/N: Wow! The number of reviews nearly doubled after I posted the last chapter. Thanks to all my peops, and kisses to everyone. Now, let’s just get on with chapter 4. I think you will all like this one a lot. Ok, enough talkie. Enjoy!

‘What do I have to do to get this off me? Meet me on center Q. pitch at midnight. Don’t be late.
DM

Harry read the note over and over after he got back to the Gryffindor Tower. ‘This could get interesting,’ he thought. ‘I could make Malfoy my slave. Wouldn’t that be fun?! I think that’s what I’ll do.’

Harry was pleased with himself. He loved the idea of turning the Slytherin Prince into his bitch. He devised a brilliant plan. ‘This has got to work. It’s practically foolproof.’

He realized that it was nearing eleven-thirty, so he gathered up his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder’s Map. Harry waited a few more minutes, allowing more people to clear the common room before heading off to the Quidditch pitch.

Meanwhile, Draco was doing some formulating of his own. ‘This is going to be so easy. I get this damn thing removed, and get free shags on the side, and exact my revenge on Potter. How perfect is that?!’ he thought as he made his way across the pitch. ‘Now, I wonder if he is going to show.’

After a few minutes of standing on the center circle, Draco heard footsteps coming his way, but didn’t see anyone. ‘Where are you?’ But then Harry appeared out of nowhere just a few feet in front of him. Draco jumped slightly.

“Awww, is Malfoy afraid of little ole’ me?” Harry taunted.

“Ha, in your dreams,” Draco sneered.

“So, what do you want Malfoy?” the raven-haired boy asked with boredom in his voice.

“Since you are out here, you had to have read the note. Do I really have to explain myself?”

“Yes,” Harry spoke with a twisted grin.

Draco simply pulled up the tight blue t-shirt he was wearing and pointed to the words on his chest. “I want this gone. What am I going to have to do in order for that to happen? Do you want money? Drugs? Sex?”

Harry raised his eyebrow. ‘Did Malfoy just offer himself to me?!’ He smirked at Draco. “So, is that an offer?”

Draco shook his head. “Clearly I’m going to have to do something to get this damned thing off. Name your price. Whatever you want, just as long as I get this thing removed.”

Harry laughed at him. “So, you are saying, that if I told you to drop a knee right now, you would?”

Draco gave him a mock smile. “If you take this off, I will give you the best blow job of your life.”

Harry’s eye went wide and then he smiled even wider. ‘Time for phase one of my plan,’ he thought. “Alright, Malfoy, if you really want me to take that off, you are going to have to work for it.”

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked with narrowed eyes.

“I want you to be my slave. I want you to be what it says, my bitch.”

Draco’s jaw dropped. He wasn’t expecting that. ‘But maybe I can use this to my advantage.’ “How long?”

Harry sucked on his upper lip while he thought about it. “Winter break.”

“And what kind of stuff are we talking about here? You want me to do your homework? Or…” but he couldn’t finish because Harry cut him off.

“Anything and everything. Whatever I want you to do, no matter what it is, you have to do it.”

Draco rubbed his chin. ‘Hmmm, what to do. This could backfire in my face if I don’t tread carefully.’ “Ok, I’ll do it.”

“Good. First, you will call me Master from now on. Master Harry, Master Potter, or just Master… I don’t care. Is that clear, Slave?” Harry asked suggestively.

“Alright.”

Harry frowned. “What was that, Slave?”

“I mean, yes, Master,” Draco recovered.

Harry smiled at him. “That’s better. Now, about that blow job,” he smirked at Draco. “On your knees, Slave.”

Draco was taken aback by how dominate Harry was acting. He did as ordered and dropped to his knees. Draco began to undo Harry’s belt, but he got his hands slapped away for it.

“With your teeth,” Harry commanded.

Draco swallowed hard. ‘This is hot,’ he thought. He looked up into Harry’s emerald orbs and saw power and control. It scared him a bit, as well as excited him. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the belt on Harry’s tight jeans. He could tell Harry was randy as hell. His erection had formed a nice bulge that Draco was happy to let out.

He teethed at the belt for a moment before beginning to pull at it. It tasted of leather. He was getting frustrated with the buckle, and it took him several minutes to undo it. He slowly tugged it out of the loops of Harry’s jeans. When he had completely removed the belt, he held it in his mouth like a dog would a leash when it wants to go for a walk.

Harry took the belt from him, making a note to brush his fingers across Draco’s lips as he did, and put it around his neck. “Continue onward.”

Draco wiggled his tongue in-between the bottom of Harry’s shirt and the top of his jeans, and licked and nibbled at the flesh. After a bit of that, he worked on the button and zipper. He finished with these much faster than the belt. He bit down on the denim waistband and pulled the faded jeans down to Harry’s ankles.

Harry smiled. “One more obstacle to go, Slave,” he said, referring to his white boxerbriefs.

Draco nodded, and had the underwear down within seconds. Harry’s cock was very stiff and pointing nearly straight up. ‘Merlin, he is huge. He has to be at least eight inches,’ Draco thought. He looked at it hungrily. He leaned forward to take the fleshy shaft into his mouth, but again Harry stopped him. Draco caught himself in the middle of a whimper. ‘What the hell was that?! I don’t whimper. I don’t whine.’

“No, no, no,” Harry teased. “Beg for it, Slave.”

“Please, Master, I want to taste you,” he pleaded. “I want you to let me pleasure you. I want to suck you like you’ve never been sucked before.”

Harry chuckled. “I bet you would like that, you dirty little slut.” He leaned down and grasped Draco’s chin. He kissed him forcefully, plundering Draco’s mouth now that it was his.

The blond moaned into his new master’s lips, and caught himself again. ‘What in Salazar Slytherin’s name is going on? When have I ever moaned during sex?’

Harry broke the kiss. “Alright, Slave, hurry up. I don’t have all night.”

Draco did as he was told. He took the hard dick into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue. Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head to the sky while taking a deep breath.

Draco began to bob his head along Harry’s meat pole. Harry entwined his fingers through Draco’s hair as he thrust forward to meet Draco’s movements. His head was pounding against the back of the Slytherin’s throat.

“Oh yeah, that’s how I like it, Slave,” Harry said breathlessly.

This only encouraged Draco to go faster. And soon, the dark-haired boy was coming hard. Draco took down ever drop. Harry bucked over and over until he was spent, then leaned down to kiss Draco again. He could taste his own seed, and ravished Draco’s tongue.

“Very good, Slave. I will see you tomorrow morning at breakfast. Now it’s time to go to bed. Go on,” Harry said, running the blond off. Harry pulled up his jeans and fastened them. “This is going to be a great year,” he said to himself.

Draco couldn’t believe he had been sent off without any attention to the bulge in his own pants. ‘So Potter thinks he can just use me and get away with it?! How dare he. But I can’t really do anything about it as of now. I have to wait patiently for my moment to strike. I guess this will take longer than I thought.’

The next morning came all too soon. Draco walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, and instantly found Harry’s gaze. He nodded for him to come over instead of going to the Slytherin table.

Draco stopped in his tracks. He was torn. ‘What the fuck is this?! What would he want me to do in front of all these people? It’s not like I have a choice.’ He sighed before making his way towards the Gryffindor table instead of his own. Everyone in the Great Hall stopped what they were doing to watch him.

He walked up behind Harry and stopped. “Is there something you need?”

Harry continued forking an egg and brought it to his lips. “Have you already forgotten about my first rule, Slave?” he said before sucking the piece of egg into his mouth.

Draco thought for a split second, but then remembered. “Sorry, Master.”

Everyone was leaning in to try and hear what was going on. You could not hear a sing noise in all of the Great Hall, except Harry munching away. Ron and Hermione looked stunned. Neither knew what was going on, and neither new where to even begin. Seamus looked mildly interested, and Ginny would glance from Harry to Draco, and then back. Even Snape had risen from the staff table, as if ready to break up anything that might happen.

Harry swallowed the last bit of his eggs down and stretched. “I’m very sore. Didn’t sleep very well last night. Give me a massage.”

Everyone took in a deep breath and waited to see what Draco would do. And to the audience’s amazement, he began to rub the Gryffindor’s shoulders and neck.

“Bloody hell,” Ron muttered.

“Harry, what is going on here?” Hermione asked in shock.

He just smiled. “I have a new pet.”

“I knew it!” Seamus shouted out. “I knew it! Malfoy is your bitch, isn’t he. Ha, ha. You lied last night, but I saw through it. I knew you and Blondie here had something going on,” he said. The Irishman looked ecstatic.

“Seamus, I didn’t lie. This happened later,” Harry defended himself.

‘I swear, these Gryffindors are nutters,’ Draco thought.

Seamus raised a questioning eyebrow. “Well, I really don’t care when it happened. I’m just interested in how it happened.”

“Sorry, Seamus. I’m not at liberty to say,” he said with a smirk.

He pouted, but let it go. Hermione on the other hand had lots of questions.

“Harry, what is this about? Just yesterday you were cursing him, and now today, you are letting him give you a massage?” she looked puzzled.

“I’m not letting him give me a massage. I’m making him give me one. There is a big difference.”

“Ok, but why?” she asked.

“Because I need one?! Do I have to have a reason to get a back rub?” Harry said with a shrug.

Ron cut in. “What the bloody hell is going on here, Harry? You didn’t put Malfoy under an Imperius Curse, did you? You can get in major trouble for that.”

Harry nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. “I didn’t put him under an Imperius. He is still my slave, though.” He purred into Draco’s hands. “That’s the spot. Anyways, I think that when I put that permanent marking hex on him yesterday, I may have accidentally done something else to him. He does everything I tell him,” he lied. But he didn’t want anyone to know about their little arrangement.

Draco held back a smirk. ‘That’s very clever, Potter. Did you work on that all night, or just pull it out of your arse?’ he thought sarcastically to himself.

Hermione gave Harry a disapproving glare. “Have you gone mad? Take him to Madam Pomfrey, right now,” she demanded.

But Ron waved her off. “Hermione, you worry too much. Malfoy looks fine. I mean, he looks like a little dirty ferret, but that’s normal. As long as he doesn’t kill over, I think Harry is safe.”

Draco bit his tongue. ‘Weasel is going to get it,’ he thought as he put a little more force into Harry’s massage.

Hermione about lost it. “What?! He can get into serious trouble. Harry, as Head Girl, I order you to take him to see Madam Pomfrey at once.”

“Make me,” Harry said before he could catch himself.

Her jaw dropped.

“I didn’t mean it like that, ‘Mione,” Harry tried to recover, but it was too late.

“Harry James Potter! Even if Malfoy is a complete arse, this isn’t right. But if you want to go and wind up in Azkaban for this, be my guest!” she stood from the table and stormed out.

“Don’t worry about her, Harry. She’s just concerned about you. She had a point; you could get into a lot of trouble if you are not careful. If I were you, I would keep it behind closed doors, if that\'s possible in this place,” Ron said as he looked around at all the nosy listeners.

“Hmmm, alright. I’ve sent way too many to Azkaban, and I don’t think I would be liked much there,” Harry grinned. “That’s enough, Slave. You may go now.”

“Thank you, Master,” Draco said as he turned away and strutted off towards his own table as if nothing had happened.

A/N: Ok, so there is chapter four. Hope you all liked it. Now I am off to bed. I’ve been up all night working on this for you, my readers. It’s… gosh, seven in the morning. Oh well, it’s a Saturday so I can sleep all day if I want. He, he. Rate and review for me! *walks out in a sheepish state, and accidentally runs into wall*

Until next chap,

Morgane