Just a Poker Face

Just a Poker Face

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Harry waited. He waited, perched atop a massive stone phoenix. He was nibbling on his thumbnail, watching students pass by, completely unawares, as he waited. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to climb the sculpture and hide between its wings, but he had done it.

Any minute now Draco would be appearing around the corner to wait for him. He would look around and, not seeing Harry, turn to wait. Harry would then make his move.

What that was, he still was not quite sure.

He held himself as steady as possible. His muscles ached from the position but he was determined.

Finally, Harry spied a shock of blond hair coming around the corner. He was, thankfully, alone. Draco paused a moment at the corner, staring at nothing in particular, and then pulled something out of his pocket. From Harry’s vantage point he saw very little. It looked to be a card of some sort, but could tell nothing more about it. Draco tilted it from side to side as though there was a holographic image on it. A smirk drew itself on his face and he replaced it in his pocket.

He got to the foot of the statue and looked around, as Harry had anticipated. Then Draco stopped and stilled. Harry might have thought him to be petrified if he didn’t know better, how little he moved. Then Harry realized that Draco was straining his hearing, wondering if Harry was under his cloak.

Clever… but no.

Finally, deciding that he could not hear Harry beneath his cloak, Draco sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the belly of the phoenix. This put a damper on Harry’s still unformed plans. He pulled a Decoy Detonator out of his pocket and dropped it down the phoenix. It scurried off down the hall, completely unnoticed by the Slytherin, and then loudly exploded around the corner.

Draco stood abruptly straight, clearly shocked by the noise. He waited, perhaps wondering if anyone was hurt. Perhaps wondering if someone had simply dropped a bunch of particularly large textbooks. Harry took the opportunity and shimmied down the statue, stealthily as possible.

He swung just behind Draco and wrapped his arms around the blond, his hands flat against Draco’s chest. The Slytherin tensed for a moment.

“You’re late,” Harry whispered quietly in his ear. Draco relaxed into the grip and angled his head back. His hands wound themselves around Harry’s and slid Harry’s hold distinctly south.

“Why are you so determined on catching me off-guard?” Draco asked him smoothly. He was rubbing Harry’s hand against his groin, enticing himself into arousal. Harry bit his ear.

“Because you’re always so collected,” Harry growled in response. He pressed his lips to the skin beneath Draco’s ear. “Always seem hyper aware of what’s going on.”

“I had to be,” he answered, stepped backwards to press Harry’s back into the statue. “I was always dealing with you on my case.” He turned around in Harry’s arms and pressed their bodies together. “You are rather unpredictable…in your actions, anyway.” He kissed Harry deeply and sucked on his tongue.

Harry tried to pull away but only managed to hit his head on the statue behind him. He groaned from the pain and Draco used his diverted attention to slide his hand down Harry’s trousers. Harry found himself getting hard.

He pushed Draco off.

“No, no,” he said, shaking his head and trying to distance himself from the overly enticing Slytherin. “We have to get to Dumbledore’s office. No time for that now.”

Draco’s dark smile widened and he nodded. Harry had the distinct impression that he was giving in too quickly. Draco must have something up his sleeve.

“Can’t be late for the Headmaster,” Draco drawled and nodded down the corridor. He walked off and Harry watched him for a moment, trying to figure out what he could be up to.

He caught up with Draco at the gargoyle statue and thought for a moment. He didn’t know the new password.

“Sherbert Lemon?” Harry ventured to no avail. It was worth a shot. Draco eyed him for a moment, apparently wondering why Harry had chosen that particular option. Harry gave him an even look.

“Fever Fudge,” Draco said, his smooth voice seeming more intent on seducing the gargoyle into movement, rather than convincing it. Harry was mildly surprised when the thing sprang to life and danced aside to reveal the moving spiral staircase.

“How did you know?” Harry asked him, bewildered. Draco’s smirk widened to a grin and he winked.

He started up the stairs and Harry followed, now absolutely positive that Draco was up to no good. But then, when was Draco ever up to anything else?

They reached the door and knocked three time. It opened of its own accord and the two of them stepped in, carefully leaving just enough space between them so as not to seem inappropriate, but standing close enough together to illustrate their relationship. Harry was completely oblivious to this, of course. Draco was not.

“Ah, Harry, Draco,” Dumbledore said with a small smile. He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk. They took their seats. Harry shifted uncomfortably. He did not like to disappoint Dumbledore in any way. He was not sure what the Headmaster would make of his behaviour in the past week, but he concluded that it would not be good.

Draco, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease. Harry thought this rather odd, considering he held no particular favour in Dumbledore’s eyes. Harry became even more concerned.

“I have been informed, by several sources,” Dumbledore began slowly. The smile did not quite leave his lips. “That the two of you have been enjoying quite the scandal.” Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. Draco surveyed Dumbledore evenly.

“Professor,” Harry began, unsure of what he was going to say. “I…”

Dumbledore hushed him with a simple gesture.

“The time for explanations will come later, Harry,” he went one calmly. “First you must hear the accusations against you. Only then can you adequately contest them.” He smiled at Harry and the Gryffindor became even more confused. He nodded, not sure what was going on. “According to these informants, you two set a wager on a game of cards, which Harry subsequently lost.” He waited and they nodded. Harry felt somewhat ashamed of the circumstances. They were rather foolish. “I see. Upon Harry’s loss, the agreement was that he was to be…”

“My slave, Professor,” Draco volunteered quietly. He did not seem embarrassed in the slightest. Harry reddened.

“Yes,” Dumbledore accepted, apparently not very comfortable with the term. “For the period of one week. Correct?”

“Professor, I,” Harry began again, only to meet the same block as before.

“Not yet, Harry,” Dumbledore said, almost as though he was enjoying this game. Harry frowned. “And sometime during one of the tasks you asked Harry to perform, Draco,” he went on, using euphemisms Harry was sure they no longer needed at this point. “Through some careful use of your abundant charms, no doubt,” he spoke to Draco. “You and Harry have taken a liking to each other?”

Harry stared. He was sure that no one in the school doubted that they had ‘taken a linking to each other’. He was also sure that that was the very last thing they would have to say about their actions.

“Yes, Professor,” Harry answered quietly. His cheeks were stained red and he was sure it would be permanent. Draco stared calmly at Dumbledore. Harry leaned back in his chair and leaned his arms over the sides. Draco’s hand brushed his gently and suddenly he felt the blonde’s pinky twirl around his own. Harry turned a darker shade of red.

Dumbledore watched their fingers carefully and Harry quickly pulled away. What was he thinking? Doing something like that in front of Dumbledore??

But as Harry opened his mouth to explain himself, defend himself, or perhaps beg Dumbledore to forgive him, he noticed the expression on the Headmaster’s face. There was a strange sadness in his eyes, along with a distant longing. Harry blinked and shut his mouth.

“I see,” Dumbledore said finally. He paused and considered them both. “Professor Snape has communicated his -concern -shall we say, regarding your relationship. He believes it is inappropriate behaviour.” Dumbledore leaned over hi desk and steepled his fingers. “Do you believe your behaviour has been inappropriate?”

Harry was going to open his mouth to defend himself, and Draco, but Draco spoke first.

“Harry’s behaviour was my fault, Professor,” Draco said suddenly. “He was acting under my orders. The collar around his neck prevented him from disobeying.” He swallowed and took a deep breath. Dumbledore considered him.

“This collar responds to magical contracts?” Dumbledore asked. Draco nodded. “And it will be removed once the terms of said contract are completed?”

“Yes, sir,” Draco explained. “Today.”

Dumbledore got to his feet. A strange bemusement played on his face but Harry couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. His face burned with shame. He had never considered anything getting back to Dumbledore.

“Tell me, Draco,” the Headmaster went on. “When did you acquire such an artifact? They are not very easy to come by.” Harry looked up at Draco for a moment. His cheeks were tinted a very pale pink.

“A couple months ago,” he answered. Dumbledore nodded. He turned to Harry.

“How do you feel on the matter, Harry? Are you remorseful?” He seemed to be leading Harry to answer a certain way. Harry opened his mouth but nothing came out.

“I don’t think that we made the best decisions,” Harry said finally, after a moment’s thought. “But I don’t regret the bet, no.” He finally faced Dumbledore more fully and was shocked to discover that the old wizard was smiling broadly at him.


Before anything could be said, there was a sharp knock at the door. A young Slytherin girl pushed through the door. She looked winded and mildly ill.

“Professor,” she said, gasping for breath. Apparently she had run up from the dungeons. “Vincent Crabbe has collapsed in the dungeons.”

“Is Professor Snape with him, Miss Stone?” he asked, apparently confused as to why he was being called. She nodded gravely.

“Yes, but, Professor,” she went on, swallowing between words. “He’s… kind of stuck.” She pulled a face that expressed her unwillingness to explain further. “Professor Snape said to fetch you right away. Said you needed to see it.”

“Very well,” he answered, nodding gratefully to her. He stepped over to the door and turned back to Harry and Draco. “Please wait for me here, I would like to discuss this matter further. I shall not be gone long.”

Harry and Draco nodded. Dumbledore left with the girl and closed the door. Almost immediately, Draco was on his knees in front of Harry. He leaned in and kissed Harry deeply before his hands found their way to Harry’s trousers.

Harry was in such a state of shock he had let Draco nearly remove his trousers entirely before he reacted.

“Ah, Draco, wait!” he said in a rushed cry. He caught Draco’s hands and stopped them. “What are you doing? Dumbledore could be back any minute! We’re in enough trouble as it is, don’t you think?”

Draco gave him a smile and then looked completely amazed at Harry’s slowness.

“You think we’re in trouble?” Draco asked, incredulous. “Didn’t you see the way he was asking questions? He doesn’t want to punish us.” Draco seemed to think that this was explanation enough to continue on with what he was doing. He tugged down Harry’s pants and revealed Harry’s half-hard cock. He breathed hotly over it and Harry felt his blood rush directly southward.

“No, no, Draco!” Harry pleaded, unable to hold Draco’s hands any longer. “We can’t! He could be back any minute! Are you mad?”

Draco grinned wolfishly at him and then pressed his lips to the tip of Harry’s length. Harry felt a burning desire radiate through him from that spot.

“That’s the whole point,” Draco told him. “How do you think Crabbe got ‘stuck’ in the first place?” Harry looked at him in shock. He could not say that he was not happy Draco had done something clearly wretched to Harry’s would-be rapist, but neither was he entirely prepared to take advantage of it.

“You orchestrated this?” Harry whispered in disbelief. Draco laughed softly and began lapping at Harry’s erection.

“You’ve never fantasized about shagging on the headmaster’s desk?” Draco asked with a chuckle. Harry was about to respond when Draco pulled his entire length into his mouth and began to suck. Harry unconsciously spread his legs and angled his head back. He moaned as Draco’s tongue twisted and around his shaft.

His fingers buried themselves in Draco’s hair, pushing his head down to suck deeper. Harry’s brain was no longer functioning. All he knew was that his body was quite pleased with Draco’s idea. The possibility of being caught, pants down, at any moment was surely one of the most exhilarating feelings Harry had ever experienced.

“Ok, but fast,” Harry conceded. He was sure it was a mistake, but didn’t really care anymore. Not when Draco did –ahh –that.

Draco’s fingers gently massaged Harry’s balls as he lapped away at his length. Then, he slipped his fingers lower and probed carefully at Harry’s entrance.

Harry moaned and felt his stomach flip. Draco lifted his head and removed Harry’s cock from his mouth, briefly pressing his tongue into the slit at the top. Harry made some intelligible noises.

“Come on,” Draco said, waggling his eyebrows. He got to his feet and pulled Harry upwards. He led him to Dumbledore’s desk and sat him down on the polished surface. Harry was glad that there was little on Dumbledore’s desk. All he could see was a framed photograph of a young Dumbledore with a wizard Harry didn’t quite recognize. They were leaning in together for the photo and Harry was sure he recognized something in their expressions. But he wasn’t given a chance to think about it.

Draco had undone his own trousers and pulled out his cock. He wrapped his hand around both of their erections and began to pump them, pressing his lips to Harry’s in a passionate kiss. Harry hummed into the kiss, his tongue seeking out Draco’s and pulling it into his mouth.

Harry supported himself with one arm on the desk and the other wrapped itself around their cocks, along with Draco’s. The blonde moaned softly as he pulled out a vial of liquid. He popped off the top with his thumb and poured it onto his hand. He drew a wet line down the base of Harry’s cock, over his balls and then directly into his entrance. Harry cried out at the feeling and Draco’s other hand released their erections. He pushed Harry backwards on the desk so he was lying flat.

Draco slipped his fingers in and out as Harry tried to continue to massage their erections. Draco forced Harry’s hand away and shook his head. He poured the lubricant onto his twitching cock and coated it before positioning himself between Harry’s legs. He licked his lips and Harry wished he could taste them again.

“You’re going to come just from me pounding into you,” Draco told him. He sheathed himself within Harry in one swift motion. Harry cried out in pleasure, gripping the sides of the desk as hard as he could. Draco leaned over him and kissed his chest. “You are going to come, everywhere, on Dumbledore’s desk, knowing that he could walk in and see us. He could catch us anytime now.” Draco’s words were both worrisome and terribly arousing to Harry. His cock twitched at the notion and he groaned as Draco began to thrust in and out of him.

Draco was rougher than usual, and faster and deeper. With every thrust Harry felt himself hitting a new high. They both moaned and cried out, demanding more and panting heavily. Finally, when Harry was afraid he heard the door creak, he called out Draco’s name and shot come out onto his own stomach. He shuddered and clenched as he rode out his orgasm.

“Harry!” Draco cried breathily as he went over the edge and filled Harry entirely. He shook and then panted quietly, standing over Harry on the desk. Neither really wanted to move, but they knew they had to.

Harry sat himself up and picked up his wand to clean up the mess on his stomach. Draco stopped him, however, and, his eyes stormy, he leaned in and licked at one of the streams of sticky white fluid on Harry’s stomach. Harry let out a sound of deep appreciation at the sight. Draco lifted his head, his lips dotted with Harry’s semen. He licked it off with a satisfied sound and Harry claimed his mouth with a rushed but wanting kiss.

Draco then pulled away and rearranged his clothing. Harry cleaned himself up and did the same. They sat back in their respective chairs and Draco adjusted his hair just as Dumbledore walked back in.

“My apologies,” he told them, taking a seat behind his desk again. Harry stared resolutely at the floor. “Now, where were we?” he asked, somewhat pointlessly. He smiled at the two of them. “I cannot condone the behaviour you two have been parading around the school.” Draco opened his mouth to object and, no doubt, defend Harry again, but Dumbledore waved away his interjection. “And I know that Harry was a willing participant in it.” He gave Harry a hard look. Harry flushed again, wondering how the blood in his body could possibly move so fast from one location to another and why it never decided to stay put in, say, his brain. “However, I do understand the difficulty of being in your situation. It is not easy to be oneself when all the world is watching.” His eyes seemed distant again and Harry wondered what memory made Dumbledore seem so… sad. “Therefore I am not going to punish you.” Harry was elated at this. Draco seemed unsurprised. “But I will ask that any more games you play, take place behind closed doors.” He paused and smiled. “I do believe that the seventh floor might be able to accommodate you.”

Harry smiled back at Dumbledore. He reached out and laced his fingers with Draco’s.

“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said, getting to his feet. Draco did the same.

“I should also hope that there will no longer be any use of magical collars,” he added as an afterthought. Draco nodded to him and turned to Harry. He reached around Harry’s neck and snapped off the collar.

“I release you,” he whispered softly. There was a sadness in his eyes when he did this. Harry stared dumbly at him. He just removed it? Hadn’t he said it would fall off?

Harry opened his mouth to ask, but Dumbledore interrupted him again.

“I believe you also dropped this, Draco.” Draco turned and saw that Dumbledore was holding out what looked like a normal playing card. On the face, however, the image continued to change and flicker in and out as Dumbledore held it. Draco smirked and plucked it out of Dumbledore’s hand.

“Thank you, sir,” he said before leading them out. Harry’s eyes widened and as soon as they were past the gargoyle Harry grabbed a fistful of Draco’s robes and forced him up against the wall.

“You cheated!” Harry spat, unsure of whether or not he was angry. Draco pretended to look innocent for a moment before breaking into a very mischievous grin.

“Of course I cheated, Potter,” he drawled. “How else was I going to get you to be my slave for a week?”

Harry gaped at him and started thinking it all out. Draco seemed to wait patiently for him to do the math.

“You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?” He glared at Draco in disbelief. Draco said nothing. “The collar you got months ago. You had to learn how to play poker, a Muggle card game.” His mind raced over everything. “You brewed polyjuice potion and that takes more than a month!” Harry laughed humourlessly.
Draco did not move but his eyes shifted before Harry’s eyes. “How did you know I would be playing poker?”

Draco cocked an eyebrow and shook his head.

“All I had to do what mention how easy the game was and how many sweets I’d won from my friends while Weasley was walking by,” he admitted smoothly. “Why do you think he asked you to play that instead of chess? He really should have just started to bet on his chess games.”

Harry shook his head still. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You did all that, to get me to be your slave??” Harry asked. He felt slightly ill. Suddenly he was afraid he would have to make good on his promise to kill Draco if he betrayed him. “To fuck you??”

“No,” Draco answered, the hurt clear on his face. He made no effort to hide his emotions this time. “I needed you to be mine for a week. I just wanted you to…” He sighed. Harry shook his head in questioning.

“Spit it out,” Harry snapped.

“I just wanted you to see that I’m not as bad as you think,” he said in barely more than a whisper. “That you could be my friend… that you could…” He stopped short of finishing the sentence. “But Granger was right. I can’t force you into anything.”

Harry narrowed his eyes and understood.

“You wanted me to fall in love with you,” he concluded. “From the beginning, you wanted that.” Draco looked into his eyes but said nothing. Harry released him and took a step back. He considered Draco for a moment.

“But it doesn’t matter now,” Draco spat with displeasure. “You’re free now. It’s your move, Potter. You can go back to the way things were, if you want. Now that you know the truth.”

Harry stared at Draco and then slapped Draco hard across the face. The force of the movement sent his whole body sideways and left a red welt where he hit. Draco gasped in shock and touched his fingertips to where Harry had hit him. He looked back up and Harry pressed him into the wall and kissed him with more fervour than before.

“You’re a prat,” Harry told him, pulling back a bit but still effectively pinning Draco to the wall. “What makes you think I could ever go back to the way things were before?” He shook his head. “Not now that I have you, you idiot.”

“Did you just slap me?” Draco asked in utter amazement. Harry grabbed his face.

“You’re stuck now, Malfoy,” he informed him. “I hope you thought about that before you did this. You should have known that I play for keeps.” He leaned in closely. “There’s no way out now.”

“You did just slap me!” he went on, apparently unable to let it go. Harry stared at him seriously and shook his head.

“You’re mine now,” he growled. “And you’ll be stuck with me.” Draco’s eyes glinted as a small smile pulled at his mouth. Harry smirked a smirk worthy of a Malfoy. “Are you ready for it?”

Draco smiled more fully.

“I’ve been ready since day one,” Draco whispered. He leaned in. “What about you?”

Harry nodded and let him go, standing back. Draco shrugged his robes to adjust them.

“Of course there is still the matter of your punishment,” Harry mused. Draco looked up, confused. “For lying to me. And for cheating.” He considered for a moment. “Maybe I should make you pick an appropriate consequence.” Then he tilted his head. “Or maybe I should get Ron and Hermione to pick.” Draco paled for a moment before coming back to himself.

He pulled a pack of cards from his pocket.

“We could always play for it.” He snickered. “Feeling lucky, Potter?”
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A/N: That’s all folks! I hope you liked it! :D I had fun writing it. I’m going to be working on a new fic now called A Dream For The Dead. I hope to get posting it soon, as soon as I work out some kinks. And I’ll probably post some more oneshots here and there. :D Thank you for all the lovely reviews!!
I’m also thinking of another fic in the same vein as this one that will be EWE…. Set after DH. I have ideas about that too. So yeah. I hope you enjoyed the smut! And a little bit of Dumbledore/Grindlewald in there for you too haha.