Why him?

AN : Love goes out to everyone, and especially my beta for helping me so much. To answer the question by 'a new fan', there is no mpreg, if there should be I would warn people about it in the beginning.

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As strange as it sounds, I had been looking forward to the detention, but only because it was with Harry.

Like before he was ignoring me. Sometimes I found it cute, but at the moment I was finding it extremely aggravating. The right thing for me to do would be to slap him; he deserved it for getting me into trouble. Maybe I should have thought twice about starting a fight in the hallway, but he didn't do anything to stop it so he is just as much to blame for it as me.

At precisely seven o'clock, McGonagall opened the office door to let us in. If there was something that woman knew it was time.

“I have thought about what the right punishment for you two could be, writing lines just doesn't seem to be good enough. I've decided that you two should help Madame Pomfrey clean the infirmary.”

Surely I'd heard wrong; who makes a wizard do manual work? That's what house elves and maids are for! I should have told her what I thought about the punishment, but it wouldn't help getting me out of the situation so I kept my mouth shut. Strangly it didn't look like Harry was bothered by the punishment, maybe he'd been punished with manual work before.

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Pomfrey gave us our orders like it was a completely ordinary conversation. Harry nodded while I tried to find a way out of this awful punishment; there was no way that I would touch a bed that someone sick might have been lying in. The bad thing was that Pomfrey divided the room in two, and I got the side that looked most used. Luckily for me she left after she made sure we knew our tasks. Some alone time with Harry was just what I needed to brighten my day.

“You're pretty good at that Harry,” I said with true earnest. I watched him like a hawk, trying to figure out how to change the sheets without magic. It didn't look like it was that difficult, but I wouldn't actually try it myself.

However, Harry’s decision to ignore me was getting on my nerves. I wouldn't do anything to stop him, yet. Instead I merely asked him a question I was truly curious about.

“Why didn't you tell on me?” Now that was a reasonable question, yet he still ignored me. By now he'd reached his third bed, and I decided enough was enough. Let's see if he can ignore my personal questions... “When's your next detention Harry? I can't wait to feel the inside of you again.”

“What will it take to shut you up?" he snapped finally. "Should I do your side too?” It was an excellent offer, but of course I didn't want to stop talking only because he presented me with a good offer.

“What if you come over here and do my side? Then I'll do you.”

This time he didn't answer, instead he continued with the beds on his side.

It didn't take him more than fifteen minutes to change six beds, and the good thing about him finishing was that now there would be more time for us. He had his back turned against me, I don't know if he knew I was coming or not but he didn't show it. Before he could do anything I fisted my hand in his hair and yanked his head backwards, almost causing him to fall over. I kissed his lips once before I pushed him down on the bed he had just finished. He tried to roll off the bed but it was too late; I'd taken control of the bed with magic and made it tie Harry down.

“You Slytherin bastard, let go of me!” he growled.

He was trying everything to release himself, not that it would work since I was especially good in these kinds of spells.

“It's time for your punishment, Harry,” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear me. His eyes flew up in horror. “You've been such a naughty boy; you need to learn obedience and loyalty.”

I walked over to his side and stared down at him, and he stared right back up at me in fear. Whatever he might be thinking was probably far from what I had planned. My wand traced his ribs, and I noticed his whole body was shaking; I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement but it didn't matter, it still aroused me.

“Please let go of me, Blaise,” he said calmly. He was begging me already? I supposed that was a good start, but he hadn't learned his lesson; I couldn't let him get away that easy.

“No, Harry.” I placed my wand next to his hip and climbed onto him. I began with soft kisses, but they changed into passionate kisses in no time. I knew he was turned by this; he began breathing heavier and was moaning slightly. When I was sure he was relaxed I moved down his body and opened his pants; this was the good part. I released his semi hard cock and took it in my hand. Harry began to moan louder and move his lower body in a needy way.

I licked my lips before I attacked his cock, licking, sucking and playing like it was the first time I had seen it. I know it was supposed to be his punishment but I couldn't stop myself; I'd longed for this part of Harry for so long now that I couldn't hold myself back any more. Faster and faster I sucked his cock, taking all of it in my mouth and trying to make him come.

I know I should stop - this was his punishment after all - but I couldn't control my actions. The only thing that did help me punish him was to keep a constant pressure on the base of his cock so he wouldn't get any release.

“Please, it hurts,” he said huskily. I knew it hurt, but he deserves it. The reason for his punishment had long since vanished from my mind but I know he deserves it.

I stopped sucking him and sat up, still holding his cock so he couldn't come. I could see it was really uncomfortable, and if he could he would probably kill me for causing him this kind of torturous pain.

“Blaise,” he whispered. His half opened eyes, flushed face and moaning voice was enough to make me want to let him reach his orgasm; he couldn't take it much more and neither could I. I let go of his cock and watched as it exploded right in front of me, it was almost unreal.

When he was calm I took my wand and got off him, removed the spell from the bed, cleaned him and smiled; he looked so peaceful.

“I hope we'll do this again, Harry,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.

He didn't say a word and didn't move a muscle; he must be exhausted.

“Before you go, change the beds on my side. If McGonagall finds out I didn't do anything I'll be angry, and the next time I won't let you come.”

When I walked out I realized I had forgotten to lock the doors; thank Merlin nobody came in during his ‘punishment’. That would have been difficult to explain.