Caught by Mischief Managed

AN: Okay, it took me a little longer than 45 minutes, but not *too* much longer. : )~ Hope this meets your expectations.

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Part Five
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Potter set him down, letting their bodies slide against each other until his feet touched the floor. Draco started, surprised to feel what felt like-- A quick glance behind him confirmed it was a bed against the back of his legs, and he felt a quick flutter of panic. Why hadn\'t he noticed this rather *significant* piece of furniture before now? His eyes flew back to Potter.

\"Easy, Pet,\" Potter said softly, cupping his face gently. \"I\'m not going to take you tonight.\"

Shivering at the suggestive phrase and swallowing hastily, Draco nodded, relieved. He didn\'t think he was quite ready for that. He was just experimenting here -- immensely enjoying the tangible fear tangled in with the jumble of everything else coursing through him, but he was experimenting just the same.

Potter leaned toward him, slowly lowering his head until their mouths met. Nothing tentative in the brush of the Gryffindor\'s lips this time, Draco readily opened under the urging of an insistent tongue, accepting it and meeting it with his own. He moaned again, Potter swallowing the sound whole.

Time slowed and the outer world faded away until there was only Potter, his hands, his mouth, the heat of the Gryffindor\'s body melded incredibly to his own. Draco reveled in the sensations his partner produced, and in the feel of the body beneath his seeking hands. He gasped, his hips bucking forward into Potter\'s as the man\'s hands trailed downward and grasped his arse forcibly pulling their two bodies together into perfect alignment, the contact from both sides like lightening through Draco\'s body.

Potter pulled back slightly, dropping down to his knees, eliciting a completely *different* moan from Draco. Was Potter doing what Draco *thought* he was going to do?

Potter chuckled roughly, easing Draco\'s boxers down, urging him to step out of them. \"Not tonight, Pet,\" Potter denied, leaning forward to nuzzle against Draco\'s cock, darting his tongue to tease the head before standing back up.

\"Oh Circe\'s balls, *please*, Sir!\" Draco pleaded, the image now firmly implanted making him too . . . needy to even consider being disgusted with himself.

\"No,\" Potter repeated, smirking, \"that\'s a treat you have to . . . earn.\"

**Bloody hell!** Draco thought, wondering what in hades he would need to do to \'earn\' it.

Then abruptly all touch was gone and Draco blinked in surprise, whimpering at the sudden loss of contact.

\"Undress me, Pet,\" Potter commanded, standing easily with his arms hanging down at his sides.

For one disturbing moment, Draco thought Potter was completely unaffected by their play. The idea lasted only a moment, however, as Draco took in the tense lines of the seemingly relaxed body, the wild fire lighting the dazzling green eyes, and as he stepped forward, the readily apparent bulge still trapped within its leather confines.

His tongue darting out to lick his lips, Draco closed the short remaining distance between them and one button at a time began revealing the body beneath the clothes. His eyes locked on Potter\'s, Draco ever so slowly leaned forward, watchful for any hint of protest at his actions. Finding none, he tasted the newly bared flesh as he worked his way downward. Each brief shiver and every soft moan Potter made was a lightening bolt to his libido. By the time Draco had managed to loosen the Gryffindor\'s trousers, easing them down, he was shaking with desire, his hands trembling with it.

\"You are gorgeous this way, Pet,\" Potter whispered pulling Draco back to his feet.

Draco weathered the fine tremors that raced through his body as Potter urged him back onto the bed. He lost himself to the intimate touches, relishing every feeling, every bolt of unbridled lust that shot through him, his entire body a morass of sensation. Eyes closed, savoring it all, he missed the moment that Potter removed his remaining article of clothing, gasping as the Gryffindor crawled up his body, trailing moist kisses up his abdomen and chest until Potter was stretched out above him, weight supporte his his hands.

\"Look at me, Pet,\" Potter commanded, his voice a fierce whisper.

Opening eyelids heavy with desire, Draco locked gazes with Potter, gasping as the Gryffindor lowered himself until they were skin to skin their bodies perfectly aligned, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, aching cock to aching cock. He moaned, Potter echoing the sound not even a heartbeat after, his hips bucking upward and rubbing his rigid length tantalizingly against Potter\'s.

\"Gods, Potter!\" he exclaimed, something in his fogged brain remembering to add, \"Sir.\" His eyes tried to close against the rising tide within him as he reached out, touching any bare skin he could reach, learning the chiseled contours of the body above him.

With a strangled chuckle, eyes glazed and dark, Potter returned the movement, and Draco arched up meeting him thrust for slow thrust. A moan escaped him as the white heat pooling low in his gut and groin leapt higher and higher. Inserting a hand between them, Draco lightly wrapped his fist around both of them. Potter\'s immediate groan just added fuel to the fire and Draco growled, attempting to quicken the pace.

Potter refused to cooperate, maintaining the infuriatingly slow pace as he leaned down to suckle against Draco\'s neck. A whimper escaped him as that talented mouth moved to breathe hot, moist air across his ear. The added sensations were just the touch he needed and his body arched up in release, a long, drawn out groan forced out of him. Their lust-laden voices mingled as Potter joined him with a final shaky hip thrust.

Potter partially collapsed over Draco, just catching himself on his elbows as he allowed his head to drop down to rest on Draco\'s chest. Gasping for breath, both of them lay still as they recovered, allowing their breathing to even out and their heartbeats to slow to something apchinching normal. With one final deep breath, Potter rolled to the side, pulling Draco with him.

Normally, Draco pulled away immediately after, but tonight, he simply didn\'t have the energy to move an inch. Besides, Potter made a reasonably comfortable Pillow. Only one thing marred his current contentment.

Potter stretched beneath him, following the movement with a few whispered words.

\"Much better,\" Draco said in response, now feeling infinitely cleaner and comfortable. He grinned, almost laughing as Potter hummed lowly and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his head.

Draco\'s eyes closed of their own accord as Potter silently stroked his hair, the quiet broken only by the steady sound of their breathing for long comfortable moments. He wouldn\'t have thought it before this very moment, but it felt good being held like this, being coddled.

\"So, Draco Malfoy, you think this is something you can handle?\"

Draco started as Potter\'s words so closely aligned with his thoughts. He wasn\'t entirely certain what he wanted yet. There was so much more to this than readily met the eye.

**Yes you do know what you want, idiot!**

\"Can--\" He cleared his throat and started over. \"May I have time to think about it, get back to you?\"

Potter nodded; Draco felt the quiet movement above his head. \"You can have all week, if you need it.\"

Draco nodded in return, then sighed, the breath coming unexpectedly and feeling like it was coming from the very deepest part of him. \"Bloody hell, Potter.\"

Potter laughed, the sound reverberating through the chest beneath Draco\'s cheek.

Draco pulled back, frowning.

Potter, however, was smiling genuinely, which eased Draco a bit.

\"There are a couple of rules you\'ll need to be aware of while you\'r. . . . considering all this,\" his smile fading into a rather serious expression.

\"And they are?\" Draco asked warily.

\"One, if you accept, I will demand exclusivity from you.\"

Draco\'s eyes widened. He hadn\'t expected that. \"Would I get it back from you?\" he asked.

Potter simply nodded.

\"And?\" Draco urged.

\"This must be kept secret,\" Potter replied, smirking, \"not that I think you\'ll have a problem with *that* rule.\"

Draco smirked right back. \"No, I think it\'s safe to say I would have dema-- made that a requirement also.\" Draco blushed at the knowing look that crossed Potter\'s eyes.

\"Good catch, Draco,\" he praised.

Surprised at the pulse of pleasure that radiated through him at Potter\'s comment, Draco sat up, easing himself out of the Gryffindor\'s arms. This was ridiculous! He should be insulted at the comment, not feeling all . . . *gooey*! \"Anything else?\" he prompted.

\"I would expect you to be available whenever I have need of you.\"

**Excuse Me!?** Draco jerked around to stare incredulously at Potter. \"What?\"

Potter shrugged. \"I wouldn\'t be overly demanding, Draco. I would usually want to meet about once a week. That\'s how often I usually go to the club.\"

Draco\'s shock kept him silent as he eyed Potter warily.

\"I wouldn\'t be demanding you meet me when you need to be somewhere else,\" Potter explained. \"For example, I wouldn\'t expect anything during a quidditch practice or a game.\" Laughing, Potter shook his head. \"Think about it, Draco; if I abuse the privilege, you\'ll bow out. That would completely defeat the purpose, now wouldn\'t it? I\'d be back to going to the club, and I\'ll readily admit I\'d prefer you.\"

\"Why?\" Draco demanded, suddenly wanting to know what was driving Potter. He knew damn well what was driving himself -- lust, plain and simple.

\"Honestly?\"

Draco nodded.

\"Mostly, it\'s convenience.\"

Draco bristled, jerking away when Potter reached out to touch him. **Bloody Prat! Draco Malfoy was *no one\'s* bloody convenience!** he thought, ignoring everything that shot through him except his outrage.

\"Oh come on, Draco, surely you weren\'t expecting some kind of bloody declaration?\"

\"Of course not, Potter!\" Draco snapped, unreasonably angry with both Potter and himself.

//Would have been nice,// snarked a sour voice deep inside Draco.

Potter sighed. \"I said *mostly*, Draco, if you\'ll recall. I *also* rather like the idea of sticking with one person.\"

\"So,\" Draco replied stiffly, still feeling disturbingly disappointed -- *angry* not \'disappointed\' -- \"any \'one person\' would do?\"

Potter immediately shook his head. \"No, of course not,\" he denied, rolling his eyes. Then suddenly his eyes lit with understanding. He paused briefly, eyes shadowed and thoughtful. \"Against all odds, I *am* attracted to you Draco Malfoy, rather incredibly attracted to you, actually.\" Drawing closer, Potter reached out again, and this time Draco allowed it, the Gryffindor\'s words going a long way to soothing his disgruntlement.

Running a hand down Draco\'s bare arm, Potter continued speaking, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. \"If I\'d have thought you were ready,\" he whispered, his eyes lighting up with hidden secrets, \"I\'d have taken you in a heartbeat tonight.\" Pulling Draco toward him, Potter flicked out his tongue, tracing Dracoear ear with just the tip. \"I would have introduced you to delights you haven\'t come close to tasting yet.\"

Draco shivered.

\"If I\'d thought you were ready,\" Potter purred, trailing his mouth down the line of Draco\'s neck, his tongue flicking out to touch hidden nerve endings. \"I would have played your body until you were a puddle of goo, and then come back and claimed you as mine, taken you, touched you in places no one else ever has.\"

\"Really?\" Draco asked when Potter fell silently, his voice shakier than he would have liked, as well as a hell of a lot breathier. **Gods above!** That sounded like a right *fine* idea right now.

Grinning, Potter nodded. \"Oh, yeah.\"

Suddenly feeling cocky, wanting to know just how far he could push, Draco smirked. \"You sure you can follow up on all that?\" he asked.

Potter\'s eyes darkened instantly, the hand on Draco\'s arm tightened. \"Are you asking me to prove it?\" he asked dangerously.

Draco opened his mouth in immediate reply, fortunately it hit him exactly what \'proving\' it might entail and he shook his head. \"No, not yet,\" he replied evenly.

Potter nodded, hopping out of bed. \"I\'ll expect to hear from you before the week is out, then,\" he said abruptly, dressing quickly. \"If I don\'t hear from you,\" he said as he finished. \"I\'ll just head out to the club. Night, Draco.\"

\"Good night, Potter,\" Draco murmured to the empty room, feeling a touch shocked by the Gryffindors sudden departure. **What the hell?**

It took only a moment for it to dawn on Draco that this time around, *he\'d* been the one left behind when it was all over. \"Bloody fucking hell!\" he exclaimed, anger and shock vying for top position. He hopped off the bed, dressing in quick jerking movements. It wasn\'t until he reached for his robes that he realized,ter ter still had his wand.

\"Oh, I don\'t bloody believe it!\" he hissed, stalking toward the door as he slipped on his robes. Now he had to go bloody ask Potter for his wand back. The door shut behind him as the realization stole over him. \"That son of a bitch!\" he muttered, quietly, uneasily aware of the fact that the hallways often had hidden ears. \"He did it on *purpose*!\"


//Everything you get tonight, you get from me.//

//If you need anything, you must ask for it.//


Strangely fighting between the opposing feelings of exasperation and amusement, Draco strode off toward Gryffindor tower, only just remembering to keep an eye out in his single minded determination.

He shook his head as he neared the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. Potter was there, waiting, leaning against the wall. He headed Draco\'s direction as soon as he came into view.

\"Forgot somethinid yid you?\" Potter asked with a grin.

Draco rolled his eyes, muttering, \"smart ass,\" under his breath. \"Just give me my bloody wand back so I can go to bed, Potter,\" he snapped.

Potter arched an eyebrow at him, looking oddly expectant. He didn\'t move, otherwise.

\"My *wand*, Potter,\" Draco urged, his frown deepening.

Potter smirked. \"Ask, Draco.\"

Draco felt his jaw slacken. \"You\'ve got to be kidding me!\"

Potter shook his head. \"Really not kidding.\"

\"You\'re out of your mind if you think I\'ll start treating you differently in public, Potter!\" Draco hissed angrily.

\"We\'re not in public right now, Draco,\" Potter pointed out.

Growling, Draco had to admit the blasted Gryffindor had a point. He asked, gritting his teeth to get the words out, but he asked. It even came out reasonably politely.

Potter grinned and handed him his wand with a flourish. \"Your wand,\" he said softly.

Grabbing it before Potter could change his mind, Draco shook his head. If nothing else, he decided as he headed for the Slytherin dorms, if he chose to continue this . . . whatever it was . . . it would certainly be an experience he would never forget.


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