Trapped by Mischief Managed
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
9,768
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Five
AN: The title has changed to \"Lured by Mischief Managed\"
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Part Five
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The trip back to the tunnel leading directly to Hogwarts at the same time lasted an eternity and was all too short. Draco had spent the entire, silent, walk trying to figure out what he the hell he wanted, and how he felt about what he\'d done, what he\'d *allowed* Potter to do.
As the the hidden door opened and the two of them stepped inside the dark passageway, Draco risked a glance at Potter, his quick look assessing. What did the Gryffindor think abouat hat happened? That was also a question that plagued Draco.
//What about what you *want* him to do?//
Draco stumbled, startled. Where had that thought come from?
\"You alright, Draco?\"
\"I\'m fine!\" he retorted, frowning into the darkness, striding past the shadow that was Potter.
\"Sheesh, sorry I asked,\" Potter retorted facetiously.
\"Gods, Potter. You are *so* full of yourself!\"
Behind him Potter sighed, and Draco found himself hesitating at the hint of sadness it betrayed. \"And why do you say that?\" he asked wearily, his voice growing harsher as he continued. \"See what you *want* to see again, *Draco*. Are we back to \'Perfect Potter\' and Ferret Boy now?\"
**Did we ever *really* move beyond them?** came the unbidden thought. Draco didn\'t care to dwell on it.
\"You\'re awfully free with my given name all of a sudden, *Potter*,\" Draco retorted scathingly, distracting himself from his own thoughts, and hopefully Potter from stumbling onto the truth Draco held hidden.
Potter chuckled. \"It\'s difficult to think formally about someone after they\'ve spread their legs for you,\" he replied with amusement clear in his voice. Obviously having gotten past his flare of bitterness.
Draco gasped. \"I did no such--\" Draco cut off his own words. He kinda had, actually. It just hadn\'t been what bloody Potter\'s words implied. He bristled silently instead. Though he couldn\'t see it, Draco could practically *feel* the smirk in Potter\'s expression. \"You are *such* a git, Potter!\" he snapped harshly, deciding he\'d had enough of this confusing conversation. He turned to leave, hoping he remembered the right way. He didn\'t want to remain with the Gryffindor git a single moment longer.
\"And you,\" Potter returned, something in the tone freezing Draco in midmovement. \" *enjoyed* tonight, Draco.\"
\"I did not!\"
\"Oh, you did,\" Potter drawled, amusement back in his voice.
\"No, Potter,\" Draco replied, as if speaking to a child. \"I didn\'t. It\'s called *acting*. Isn\'t *that* what you asked for, *Potter*?\"
Draco blew out an oomph of breath as he was suddenly sandwiched between rough hewn stone wall and warm, hard Harry Potter.
\"So tell me why you\'re still hard, Draco.\"
Draco glared malevolently at Potter, their faces inches apart. \"It\'s called a normal reaction to physical stimulus, Potter,\" he snarled unhappily. \"Don\'t you know *anything*?\"
\"I know someone having that \'normal response\' doesn\'t *beg* to be allowed to cum.\"
\"Acting, Potter, acting,\" Draco spat, wanting to groan and grind himself against the man pinning him. He forced that reaction back. This couldn\'t happen. It *wouldn\'t* happen. Period.
\"Acting huh?\" Potter asked speculatively, as if he was really considering Draco\'s words. \"Just a \'normal\' reaction?\"
Draco knew better, and waited for the trap. Sure enough. . . .
\"If that was the case,\" Potter continued, his voice now silky and soft, \"then you wouldn\'t *still* be hard, an *hour* after the fact. Would you?\"
**Why did the git have to pick *now* to get intelligent?**
\"Why Draco?\" Potter urged. \"Hmm?\"
\"What the hell do you want from me?\" Draco shouted suddenly, shoving Potter back. Atedltedly, he was surprised when Potter actually moved.
\"Lumos,\" Potter said clearly.
Draco jumped when the tip of Potter\'s wand lit the area immediately around them. \"How\'d you get your wand back?\"
The smirk on Potter\'s face grew. \"I was never without it.\"
Draco paled, and it was in *that* moment that he realized Potter had been right, about one thing at least. He did trust the Gryffindor git. He had *assumed* Potter was as wandless as he was. He hadn\'t checked. He\'d taken Potter at face value and bloody well *assumed* he was *safe*. He\'d never done that before . . . ever.
\"Now,\" Potter continued, his eyes flicking slowly down the length of Draco\'s body, and just as slowly back up.
Draco fumed, wanting to retort, wanting to just leave, wanting to stalk over to Potter and just *attack*. Torn between the conflicting impulses he remained still and silent.
\"I believe you asked a question.\"
\"Yes,\" Draco bit out, \"I did.\"
\"I want to touch you,\" Potter said taking one step forward.
Draco\'s tongue darted out with a mind of its own, licking his dry lips.
\"I want to take each and every piece of your clothing from that delectable body of yours.\" Another step.
Draco gulped. This had *not* been what he\'d been expecting.
\"I want you to slowly remove each and every piece of my clothing, tasting the skin beneath as you reveal it.\" Yet another step. Potter was now only inches from him again.
**Oh, Merlin!** Draco had never thought it before, but when Potter put his mind to it, his voice could be used as a deadly weapon. \"You do, huh?\" he drawled . . . or tried to. It came out slightly breathless, slightly hopeful. **Damn!**
\"Oh, *yes*,\" Potter hissed, leaning forward, covering that last little bit of distance between them and caressing his lips briefly across Draco\'s. \"You know what else I want?\" he asked huskily.
**To hell with thinking!**
Draco shook his head, pressing himself against Harry. \"What do you want, Harry?\" he asked quietly, threading his fingers together behind the Gryffindor\'s neck.
\"I want,\" Potter continued, laying tiny moist kisses along Draco\'s jaw line, wedging a leg between Draco\'s \"to lay you down, drive you wild with my fingers until you\'re begging--\"
\"Won\'t happen,\" Draco whispered breathlessly, adjusting his stance to accommodate Harry\'s leg.
\"--and claim you, take you, and make you scream with pleasure.\"
\"W-what?\" Draco stammered, trying to back up, only to discover he was back against the wall again.
**When did that happen?**
\"You heard me. I want *you*, *all* of you.\"
\"Oh merlin!\" Draco exclaimed. \"You don\'t ask for the small stuff!\"
Potter smiled. \"I want to fuck you into oblivion, Draco. I want to make you cum so hard you\'ll feel it in your toes.\"
A small mew escaped Draco. He swallowed hard, not believing how easily Potter reduced him to utter need. Only a few lousy words, that\'s all it took. A few, need-laced words, and suddenly the past didn\'t seem so important, only right here, and right now.
\"I want everything, Draco. I want to *own* you.\"
Shaking, turned on, terrified by his reactions, Draco nearly fell when Potter pulled away abruptly. \"Damn it, Potter! Quit doing that!\"
\"Sorry,\" Potter replied, not really sounding all that sorry. \"If you agree to finishing what we started tonight. Meet me in the room of requirement, midnight, tomorrow.\"
Draco huffed in outrage as Potter turned and strode away. \"And what the hell am I supposed to do tonight, you bloody tease?\" he shouted after the retreating Gryffindor. How *dare* the prat leave him like this!
Potter stopped, glancing over his shoulder, his expression easily seen by the light of his wand. \"Take a *long*, hot bath, Draco,\" he replied, smirking. He\'d turned away again and had taken three full steps before he called out -- without so much as a glance over his shoulder. \"And wank!\"
Draco sputtered in shock. That *son-of-a-bitch*! He stood there gaping for only a few seconds, however, the light from Potter\'s wand fading quickly. He raced after him, slowing as soon as the light was in full view. No way in sodding hell was he going to go chasing after the prick. He wasn\'t going to play Potter\'s game. Let Potter walk away; Draco would wait. Potter would come to him, and then things would happen on *his* terms. He was completely confident that he had far more patience than an impulsive *Gryffindor*.
Grinning as he stepped into the hallway proper, Draco made sure the passage door closed behind him before heading toward the Slytherin dorms. He would actually \'obey\', Potter\'s advice . . . no sense cutting off his nose to spite his face, after all. Besides, the relief would aide in his plan to make Potter come to him. He smirked, picturing Potter now, having lacked the very release as Draco. **See how *you* like having to resort to wanking, Potter,** he thought vindictively.
The end.
Kiristeen
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AN: How did Blaise know what was going on? What will Draco do to him next time they meet? What will Draco\'s decision be in regards to Harry\'s invitation? Find out in the sequel. \"Caught by Mischief Managed\"
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Part Five
**********
The trip back to the tunnel leading directly to Hogwarts at the same time lasted an eternity and was all too short. Draco had spent the entire, silent, walk trying to figure out what he the hell he wanted, and how he felt about what he\'d done, what he\'d *allowed* Potter to do.
As the the hidden door opened and the two of them stepped inside the dark passageway, Draco risked a glance at Potter, his quick look assessing. What did the Gryffindor think abouat hat happened? That was also a question that plagued Draco.
//What about what you *want* him to do?//
Draco stumbled, startled. Where had that thought come from?
\"You alright, Draco?\"
\"I\'m fine!\" he retorted, frowning into the darkness, striding past the shadow that was Potter.
\"Sheesh, sorry I asked,\" Potter retorted facetiously.
\"Gods, Potter. You are *so* full of yourself!\"
Behind him Potter sighed, and Draco found himself hesitating at the hint of sadness it betrayed. \"And why do you say that?\" he asked wearily, his voice growing harsher as he continued. \"See what you *want* to see again, *Draco*. Are we back to \'Perfect Potter\' and Ferret Boy now?\"
**Did we ever *really* move beyond them?** came the unbidden thought. Draco didn\'t care to dwell on it.
\"You\'re awfully free with my given name all of a sudden, *Potter*,\" Draco retorted scathingly, distracting himself from his own thoughts, and hopefully Potter from stumbling onto the truth Draco held hidden.
Potter chuckled. \"It\'s difficult to think formally about someone after they\'ve spread their legs for you,\" he replied with amusement clear in his voice. Obviously having gotten past his flare of bitterness.
Draco gasped. \"I did no such--\" Draco cut off his own words. He kinda had, actually. It just hadn\'t been what bloody Potter\'s words implied. He bristled silently instead. Though he couldn\'t see it, Draco could practically *feel* the smirk in Potter\'s expression. \"You are *such* a git, Potter!\" he snapped harshly, deciding he\'d had enough of this confusing conversation. He turned to leave, hoping he remembered the right way. He didn\'t want to remain with the Gryffindor git a single moment longer.
\"And you,\" Potter returned, something in the tone freezing Draco in midmovement. \" *enjoyed* tonight, Draco.\"
\"I did not!\"
\"Oh, you did,\" Potter drawled, amusement back in his voice.
\"No, Potter,\" Draco replied, as if speaking to a child. \"I didn\'t. It\'s called *acting*. Isn\'t *that* what you asked for, *Potter*?\"
Draco blew out an oomph of breath as he was suddenly sandwiched between rough hewn stone wall and warm, hard Harry Potter.
\"So tell me why you\'re still hard, Draco.\"
Draco glared malevolently at Potter, their faces inches apart. \"It\'s called a normal reaction to physical stimulus, Potter,\" he snarled unhappily. \"Don\'t you know *anything*?\"
\"I know someone having that \'normal response\' doesn\'t *beg* to be allowed to cum.\"
\"Acting, Potter, acting,\" Draco spat, wanting to groan and grind himself against the man pinning him. He forced that reaction back. This couldn\'t happen. It *wouldn\'t* happen. Period.
\"Acting huh?\" Potter asked speculatively, as if he was really considering Draco\'s words. \"Just a \'normal\' reaction?\"
Draco knew better, and waited for the trap. Sure enough. . . .
\"If that was the case,\" Potter continued, his voice now silky and soft, \"then you wouldn\'t *still* be hard, an *hour* after the fact. Would you?\"
**Why did the git have to pick *now* to get intelligent?**
\"Why Draco?\" Potter urged. \"Hmm?\"
\"What the hell do you want from me?\" Draco shouted suddenly, shoving Potter back. Atedltedly, he was surprised when Potter actually moved.
\"Lumos,\" Potter said clearly.
Draco jumped when the tip of Potter\'s wand lit the area immediately around them. \"How\'d you get your wand back?\"
The smirk on Potter\'s face grew. \"I was never without it.\"
Draco paled, and it was in *that* moment that he realized Potter had been right, about one thing at least. He did trust the Gryffindor git. He had *assumed* Potter was as wandless as he was. He hadn\'t checked. He\'d taken Potter at face value and bloody well *assumed* he was *safe*. He\'d never done that before . . . ever.
\"Now,\" Potter continued, his eyes flicking slowly down the length of Draco\'s body, and just as slowly back up.
Draco fumed, wanting to retort, wanting to just leave, wanting to stalk over to Potter and just *attack*. Torn between the conflicting impulses he remained still and silent.
\"I believe you asked a question.\"
\"Yes,\" Draco bit out, \"I did.\"
\"I want to touch you,\" Potter said taking one step forward.
Draco\'s tongue darted out with a mind of its own, licking his dry lips.
\"I want to take each and every piece of your clothing from that delectable body of yours.\" Another step.
Draco gulped. This had *not* been what he\'d been expecting.
\"I want you to slowly remove each and every piece of my clothing, tasting the skin beneath as you reveal it.\" Yet another step. Potter was now only inches from him again.
**Oh, Merlin!** Draco had never thought it before, but when Potter put his mind to it, his voice could be used as a deadly weapon. \"You do, huh?\" he drawled . . . or tried to. It came out slightly breathless, slightly hopeful. **Damn!**
\"Oh, *yes*,\" Potter hissed, leaning forward, covering that last little bit of distance between them and caressing his lips briefly across Draco\'s. \"You know what else I want?\" he asked huskily.
**To hell with thinking!**
Draco shook his head, pressing himself against Harry. \"What do you want, Harry?\" he asked quietly, threading his fingers together behind the Gryffindor\'s neck.
\"I want,\" Potter continued, laying tiny moist kisses along Draco\'s jaw line, wedging a leg between Draco\'s \"to lay you down, drive you wild with my fingers until you\'re begging--\"
\"Won\'t happen,\" Draco whispered breathlessly, adjusting his stance to accommodate Harry\'s leg.
\"--and claim you, take you, and make you scream with pleasure.\"
\"W-what?\" Draco stammered, trying to back up, only to discover he was back against the wall again.
**When did that happen?**
\"You heard me. I want *you*, *all* of you.\"
\"Oh merlin!\" Draco exclaimed. \"You don\'t ask for the small stuff!\"
Potter smiled. \"I want to fuck you into oblivion, Draco. I want to make you cum so hard you\'ll feel it in your toes.\"
A small mew escaped Draco. He swallowed hard, not believing how easily Potter reduced him to utter need. Only a few lousy words, that\'s all it took. A few, need-laced words, and suddenly the past didn\'t seem so important, only right here, and right now.
\"I want everything, Draco. I want to *own* you.\"
Shaking, turned on, terrified by his reactions, Draco nearly fell when Potter pulled away abruptly. \"Damn it, Potter! Quit doing that!\"
\"Sorry,\" Potter replied, not really sounding all that sorry. \"If you agree to finishing what we started tonight. Meet me in the room of requirement, midnight, tomorrow.\"
Draco huffed in outrage as Potter turned and strode away. \"And what the hell am I supposed to do tonight, you bloody tease?\" he shouted after the retreating Gryffindor. How *dare* the prat leave him like this!
Potter stopped, glancing over his shoulder, his expression easily seen by the light of his wand. \"Take a *long*, hot bath, Draco,\" he replied, smirking. He\'d turned away again and had taken three full steps before he called out -- without so much as a glance over his shoulder. \"And wank!\"
Draco sputtered in shock. That *son-of-a-bitch*! He stood there gaping for only a few seconds, however, the light from Potter\'s wand fading quickly. He raced after him, slowing as soon as the light was in full view. No way in sodding hell was he going to go chasing after the prick. He wasn\'t going to play Potter\'s game. Let Potter walk away; Draco would wait. Potter would come to him, and then things would happen on *his* terms. He was completely confident that he had far more patience than an impulsive *Gryffindor*.
Grinning as he stepped into the hallway proper, Draco made sure the passage door closed behind him before heading toward the Slytherin dorms. He would actually \'obey\', Potter\'s advice . . . no sense cutting off his nose to spite his face, after all. Besides, the relief would aide in his plan to make Potter come to him. He smirked, picturing Potter now, having lacked the very release as Draco. **See how *you* like having to resort to wanking, Potter,** he thought vindictively.
The end.
Kiristeen
Feedback: It does *really* good things for muses. : )
Kiristeen@kiristeen.com
AN: How did Blaise know what was going on? What will Draco do to him next time they meet? What will Draco\'s decision be in regards to Harry\'s invitation? Find out in the sequel. \"Caught by Mischief Managed\"
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