Beg Me

A/N - DJAddict - Yes, Poor Draco... Thanks for the info, I will look into it.  I had never heard of it.  This is the only place I post and know of for HP Fanfiction.  Enjoy!

Draco wanted to shriek and cuss and throw things.  The man was going to drive him crazy.  He knew he was the only person qualified enough for this potion.  He knew Draco had chosen him because he was the best.  But still he refused to help!  

“GAAAAH!” Draco shouted.

He couldn’t lower himself for Potter.  Then he thought of the pain his mother was in and sighed.  It was only words.  He could write the words at least.  He clenched his jaw and wrote the few words Potter had asked for.

Please help me. I beg you.

Draco.

He felt so humiliated.  Draco did not want to send it, and his fingers trembled as he attached it to the bird. She flew away and Draco sat down in his chair feeling drained.  The Potter he remembered would not have done that.  The Potter he remembered was strong but gentle.  He had always sneered at the gentle nature of Potter, but now when he needed it, he couldn’t count on it.  Beg him!  What could possibly possess Potter to say that? It was more of a Slytherin answer.

Quicker than he was expecting the reply came.  Draco’s whole body shook with the reply.  Images that had nothing to do with potions and his mother filled his mind and he shivered.  Harry could not possibly go that far, could he?  Not, Harry… Wait when did he become Harry?  After you just fantasized about dropping to your knees for him. Draco shook his head… No Harry just meant to humiliate him, but at least in private.  Draco looked over the reply one last time and shivered again.

In person and on your knees.

I’ll be waiting. You have two hours after you have read this to make up your choice. Be holding this parchment and kneeling if you are sincere.

Harry.

Draco took an hour to scrub and wash his entire body inside and out.  Then took the rest of the time to try and find the right outfit.  The entire time, potions and his mother were no longer floating in his mind.  Green eyes looking down on him while he was worshiping a different part of Harry flowed effortlessly into to his mind.  He was too far gone to remember his anger or his pride at this point. Draco had been sporting a hard on since reading the first sentence of Harry’s reply.  

Draco made sure he was looking as best as he could.  He knelt on the floor.  His tight black pants moved with him as he shifted, comfortable but sexy.  He wore a silk blue shirt buttoned only half way.  Only when he felt the familiar tug did he remember he forgot his shoes.

Draco was already kneeling when he landed, it was on a soft plush carpet and he nearly lost it as he looked up. He almost came in his pants when he met the emerald gaze above him.  He heard a whispered “Fuck” and did his best not to smile.

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