Draco Get's His

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Chapter 5

Draco whined to himself, desperately wishing he’d just kept quiet for once in his life. But his pride and his big mouth pretty much talked him into this. Harry sighed to himself and gave the Slytherin a bit of a shove. It didn’t hurt but it did startle him out of his pity me thoughts,” Stop stalling or I’ll bind you and float you in. Again.” Lowering his head, he moved a bit faster, following Harry’s light prods until they were once again in front of...the room. He froze in front of the door, not wanting to move further and desperately trying to think of a way to save his hide. Hissing in his ear,” Move, Malfoy, or I’ll do it right here.”

Swallowing, he opened the door and slunk in to one side, pressing his back to the wall while Harry followed and closed the door after him. The brunette held out his hand expectantly and with resignation Draco handed over his wand. He really, really, really didn’t want to. Harry nodded and silently pointed to the far wall and with a sigh Draco did as bade while Harry put his wand up out of reach and transfigured the dreaded desk into a chair again.

He sat down and got himself comfortable, crooking a finger for Draco to come over,” Potter...you don’t have to do this...so long as you tell-“

Shaking his head,” Malfoy, I will do this and you need me to do this.”

Trembling,” I really don’t.”

Expression hardening, realizing Draco didn’t need understanding, he needed bullying or he wasn’t going to comply,” I’m going to give you one more chance to get your pale arse over here and after that I’m going to force you and if I have to force you, you had better believe you’ll only get spanked harder.” Draco closed his eyes and shuddered in fear but he did move, shuffling over with his head down and a cowed expression on his face,” Over my knees.”

Shivering,” P-please...”

Eyes narrowing,” Now, Malfoy.”

Gasping and wringing his hands,” I-...I can’t...” His body literally wouldn’t
move and Harry nodded silently in understanding. He grasped his wrist and gave him a sharp tug, Draco practically tumbling over his lap. Harry held him firmly as he wiggled and kicked, but the blond quickly restrained himself until he was just submissively laying there and shakily breathing.

Harry was silently amazed at times how much Malfoy reminded him of a small child. But then he’d always felt that way about the blond. The blond was a petty bully with an ego far too big for him and he’d been acting the prat for years, begging without asking for someone to put their foot down and tell him when he’d gone too far. In a way he was glad it was him. He was starting to understand Draco, scary as it sounded, and anyone else would abuse this situation. He had no intention of doing so. He’d give the Slytherin exactly what he’d earned and needed but he wasn’t about to terrorize him. That would make him no better than Malfoy, even if he might feel vindicated by it.

Without speaking he flicked up the robes and started working on Draco pants, the boy over his lap whimpering softly and burying his face in his hands. Voice muffled,” Can’t you leave them on?”

Raising an eyebrow,” You really want me to spank you blindly?” Draco looked over his shoulder with a questioning look and Harry sighed,” Yes, less cloth hurts more, but I can’t see how much it hurts and I’m not about to make you bleed.”

Pouting,” I could tell you.”

Snorting, pushing down the trousers,” You’d be screaming after one swat, before it if you could get away with it. Besides, you’ve more than earned a spanking on the bare. Forget it.” Another push and his shorts pooled at his knees.

Draco groaned and Harry reached for an abandoned quill, transfiguring it into a paddle before pressing it into the pale cheeks in warning,” Wait! Your hand! Use your-”

Shrugging,” I could but I won’t.”

“ Does it have to be this??”

“ It does.”

“ I wish to formally protest-“

” So noted. Not gonna help you, though.” Draco gulped and squeezed his eyes shut, gasping out in shock when the first blow landed. By Merlin, how could he have forgotten how much that hurt? A second swat had him clenching in dread, hands curling into fists. Swat. Swat. Swat. Only five and he was already howling, kicking and moving his hands back to protect his vulnerable backside.

“ Enough, enough, enough!” Harry rolled his eyes, putting down the paddle and
scooping up his wand. One flick and his knees were stuck to the chair, keeping his legs out of the way. Two more and his arms were bound in front of him. Putting down his wand, pressing his right hand into the small of Draco’s back before lifting the paddle with his left,” Please, Potter...please...I’m sorry.”

“ Not yet you’re not. *Swat* You’re not even close.” Swat. Nodding,” You will be.” Draco brought his bound fist to his mouth and bit hard to keep from yelping like a toddler. Not that it helped. Now his fist and his rear end hurt and with each crashing whap it hurt all the more. Silent tears gathered at the corner of his eyes before slowly spilling down his cheeks, his body jerking forward with each painful impact. He instinctively tried to twist away from each blow but Harry eerily hit the mark every time. He concentrated on two spots, the fleshy part and the underside where cheek met thigh. Draco didn’t know which was worse but after one more futile twist he gave up and bitterly accepted his punishment. His backside was a throb of pain and he was just barely keeping his sobs contained, but after the next ten even that small amount of control was gone.

Harry heard the first series of broken sobs as tears started to spill in torrents and knew that it was time to stop. He let the paddle fall to the floor, taking a clinical inventory to make sure he hadn’t truly injured Malfoy. Red and bruised but undamaged. It would do and he moved Draco’s robes back down and unstuck him, transfiguring the chair to a sofa like before. And like before Draco curled up on his side and silently accepted being comforted.

As he stroked through the blond locks he idly wondered how Ginny would feel if she knew he’d become Draco’s self appointed father figure. Then he sighed to himself, remembering that he’d broken up with her and she probably wouldn’t give a damn after what happened sixth year. He really missed her but he hadn’t the guts to beg her to take him back.

“ Potter?”

Closing his eyes and leaning his head back,” What?”

Frowning to himself, sniffling and rubbing his nose,” Why do you stay? I’m not complaining but...why?”

Harry looked up at the ceiling,” Because I’m not doing this to make you miserable...” Smirking,” That’s a bonus.” Draco scowled,” And it’s not exactly revenge, either.”

Idly trying to even out his chipped thumbnail,” Then what is it?”

Looking surprised,” So you’ll learn.”

Exasperated,” Learn what?! Learn to keep my mouth shut around your precious
Gryffindors or learn to bow and scrape because you said so? If so, I’ve received the message loud and painfully clear.”

Shaking his head with a groan before looking down at the sulking, puzzled Slytherin,” Maybe if we all start mocking you for your Dad’s Death eater status you’ll get the point.”

Giving the golden boy a dirty look,” You already do.”

“ And does it just roll off your back?”

“ No. I know what he was but you all act like I’m dirt because of it...you and
the rest of the Gryffindorks.”

Harry just looked silently expectant for the connection to be made. And he had a feeling if he didn’t help he’d be kept waiting for centuries to come. Shaking his head,” You’re not stupid, Malfoy.”

Narrowing his eyes, puffing up for a fight,“ That’s not what you’ve said before.”

Blinking in surprise at the attack,“ You start it you git. If you’d be just a little nice-“

” I was, you called me stupid, Potty.”

Making a strangled sound,” I did not!”

” We’ve already had this discussion-“

Slamming his fist into the back of the sofa, Draco jumping in surprise,” No we haven’t. We’ve never discussed anything. All we do is fight. You attack us, we attack you. There is no point because you keep avoiding the real truth of the matter.”

Looking cautious but also too curious not to ask,“ Which is what?”

“ That you’re not better than us.”

Sniffing and turning his head,“ I am a pureblood.”

Growling, grabbing hold of his robes and dragging him nose to nose. Draco’s arms instinctively fanned out to support his weight,“ Which means jack shit when you’re dead and six feet under. I seriously doubt that Lucius Malfoy as a dead pure blood has more clout than any other corpse and that’s the real truth of the matter. And for your information our mocking you for being a Death eater’s son is the closest comparison to what you call Hermione and Creevy and all the other muggleborn students.” Draco flinched and Harry released him,” Stings doesn’t it? Makes you question your own worth.” Draco frowned and slowly thought to himself,” You feel embarrassed for his actions and decisions when it’s not your fault...just like their being born to muggle parents isn’t their fault.”

Draco opened his mouth, then closed it and thought really hard about what Harry was saying. It wasn’t possible that this moronic half blood could actually make sense. Bloody Potter and his Golden Trio...No. It was just a mudblood attempt to be better than their station.

All his life he’d been told because he was a pureblood he was better than everyone else. He frowned to himself. Except Crabbe and Goyle were neither smart nor powerful, yet they were purebloods. And Hermione was a powerful, brilliant witch and a mud-... He flinched. Was he wrong? To look down on half bloods and mud- muggleborns...was it wrong? He wasn’t his father, would never be him in fact and he was rather thankful. All their lives most purebloods were taught to hate and fear Death eaters just as much as muggles. So insulting and blaming him for his father was no different than insulting Hermione for her...parents.

Eyes widening in shock. It just clicked in his mind. Exactly what Potter had been trying to tell him suddenly became crystal clear. His father was wrong. And he understood why. A slow blush rose up his cheeks, looking away and swallowing hard as he scrambled to his feet,” I uh,...I understand...”