The Schedule
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,181
Reviews:
6
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.
The Schedule
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Written for the Bottom_Harry Spring fqf on livejournal - Harry realizes that a certain Hogwarts\' teacher has everything in order. He begins to wonder if said teacher would be able to put *him* into order as well.
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“You said we would go dancing tonight,” Harry whined as he lowered his gaze and pouted.
The blond Potions Professor glared at the naked man currently bound to his writing desk. Harry’s legs were spread apart, his bare chest flat against the books and parchment, his arms stretched out and tied to either end.
“Yes, I did. However, you were supposed to finish your marking last night.”
“I know, but ...”
“How many times are you going to disobey me and not expect any consequences?”
“But the Gryffindor 7th years…”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses tonight. I’ve been far too lenient,” Draco said as he resumed pacing the room. “You were doing so well, Harry. Your editor stopped sending you howlers for missing deadlines. The headmaster stopped second-guessing his decision to hire you. Your friends stopped worrying about you.”
Draco approached the other professor. He trailed his hand down Harry’s back, stopping at his ass, roughly squeezing it and grazing his nails against the soft skin. Harry shuddered.
“Why do you keep fucking-up?”
His hand came down on the soft flesh with a loud smack.
“You asked for my help, Harry.”
Smack.
“I devoted all of my spare time to you.”
Smack.
“We created a schedule for a reason.”
Smack.
“You need to stick to it for this to work.”
Draco continued spanking him, until the creamy skin was red and tender.
“I’m sorry,” Harry choked out.
“What am I going to do with you?”
The blond kept his hand on the reddened flesh, caressing it, soothing it.
“Despite what you think, you’re a good person,” he whispered, stripping out of his own clothes.
Draco leaned over the stretched out body and pushed his fingers into the trembling mouth, coating them with thick saliva and tears.
“I know that you can do what is expected of you. The question is why don’t you?”
The blond withdrew the fingers and brought them down to Harry’s entrance, slowly pushing the fingers in.
“Your life doesn’t have to be a mess.”
Draco leaned against the dark-haired man, listening to his hitched breathing as he fingered his prostate.
“It’s too much…” Harry moaned and the fingers withdrew.
“You’ve been coddled Harry.”
Draco slicked his cock with more spit and sweat, and pushed the head in.
“They left you helpless and vulnerable. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now. Everything will be all right.”
Thrusting in all the way, the blond inhaled sharply as his cock was enveloped.
“From now on, you’re going to try harder. I want to be able to do this on a bed. I want to be able to touch you, to stroke you. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
He rocked back and forth and Harry gasped at the movement.
“Oh, fuck, Harry…” Draco moaned. “Why have you left me with no choice? Why can’t you believe you’re worth that domestic little life you’ve always wanted? We could have a cottage in Hogsmeade, with a garden and two dogs. We could share quarters at Hogwarts and not hide from everyone.”
The blond fucked him slowly, and Harry moaned, pushing back.
“From now on, you will do everything I say. You will eat when I say, you will sleep when I say, you will go to the bathroom when I say. I will not tolerate disobedience. If someone asks you to do something for them, you’ll decline and tell them you’re not available. There will be no exceptions.”
Draco grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled him onto his cock, picking up speed as his nails dug into the stinging flesh.
“I will make up an exact timetable for you once a week. I will schedule everything from your helping the Gryffindor Quidditch team to meeting your friends for butterbeer. This isn’t to punish you or restrict you.”
The sound of the desk pounding into the wall echoed in the room and Harry clutched at the ropes that kept him restrained.
“If you fail to follow the schedule once more, we’re through.”
He came violently and heard the sobs through Harry’s moans.
The blond gingerly pulled out, and reached over Harry’s trembling body to undo the knots in the braided rope. He stepped back and helped the young man up, knowing he would be sore and tired. Looking at the tear streaked face and red eyes, Draco pulled the Gryffindor towards him.
“I promised I would help you, and I will. This will be for the best,” Draco murmured as he stroked the other man’s coarse hair. He kissed his neck, and traced the lines of his body, reaching for the still hard cock. The blond held him close, his teeth grazing his ear.
Harry came, whispering thank-yous into his lover’s chest.
Written for the Bottom_Harry Spring fqf on livejournal - Harry realizes that a certain Hogwarts\' teacher has everything in order. He begins to wonder if said teacher would be able to put *him* into order as well.
***
“You said we would go dancing tonight,” Harry whined as he lowered his gaze and pouted.
The blond Potions Professor glared at the naked man currently bound to his writing desk. Harry’s legs were spread apart, his bare chest flat against the books and parchment, his arms stretched out and tied to either end.
“Yes, I did. However, you were supposed to finish your marking last night.”
“I know, but ...”
“How many times are you going to disobey me and not expect any consequences?”
“But the Gryffindor 7th years…”
“I don’t want to hear any excuses tonight. I’ve been far too lenient,” Draco said as he resumed pacing the room. “You were doing so well, Harry. Your editor stopped sending you howlers for missing deadlines. The headmaster stopped second-guessing his decision to hire you. Your friends stopped worrying about you.”
Draco approached the other professor. He trailed his hand down Harry’s back, stopping at his ass, roughly squeezing it and grazing his nails against the soft skin. Harry shuddered.
“Why do you keep fucking-up?”
His hand came down on the soft flesh with a loud smack.
“You asked for my help, Harry.”
Smack.
“I devoted all of my spare time to you.”
Smack.
“We created a schedule for a reason.”
Smack.
“You need to stick to it for this to work.”
Draco continued spanking him, until the creamy skin was red and tender.
“I’m sorry,” Harry choked out.
“What am I going to do with you?”
The blond kept his hand on the reddened flesh, caressing it, soothing it.
“Despite what you think, you’re a good person,” he whispered, stripping out of his own clothes.
Draco leaned over the stretched out body and pushed his fingers into the trembling mouth, coating them with thick saliva and tears.
“I know that you can do what is expected of you. The question is why don’t you?”
The blond withdrew the fingers and brought them down to Harry’s entrance, slowly pushing the fingers in.
“Your life doesn’t have to be a mess.”
Draco leaned against the dark-haired man, listening to his hitched breathing as he fingered his prostate.
“It’s too much…” Harry moaned and the fingers withdrew.
“You’ve been coddled Harry.”
Draco slicked his cock with more spit and sweat, and pushed the head in.
“They left you helpless and vulnerable. But don’t worry. I’ve got you now. Everything will be all right.”
Thrusting in all the way, the blond inhaled sharply as his cock was enveloped.
“From now on, you’re going to try harder. I want to be able to do this on a bed. I want to be able to touch you, to stroke you. It doesn’t have to be like this.”
He rocked back and forth and Harry gasped at the movement.
“Oh, fuck, Harry…” Draco moaned. “Why have you left me with no choice? Why can’t you believe you’re worth that domestic little life you’ve always wanted? We could have a cottage in Hogsmeade, with a garden and two dogs. We could share quarters at Hogwarts and not hide from everyone.”
The blond fucked him slowly, and Harry moaned, pushing back.
“From now on, you will do everything I say. You will eat when I say, you will sleep when I say, you will go to the bathroom when I say. I will not tolerate disobedience. If someone asks you to do something for them, you’ll decline and tell them you’re not available. There will be no exceptions.”
Draco grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled him onto his cock, picking up speed as his nails dug into the stinging flesh.
“I will make up an exact timetable for you once a week. I will schedule everything from your helping the Gryffindor Quidditch team to meeting your friends for butterbeer. This isn’t to punish you or restrict you.”
The sound of the desk pounding into the wall echoed in the room and Harry clutched at the ropes that kept him restrained.
“If you fail to follow the schedule once more, we’re through.”
He came violently and heard the sobs through Harry’s moans.
The blond gingerly pulled out, and reached over Harry’s trembling body to undo the knots in the braided rope. He stepped back and helped the young man up, knowing he would be sore and tired. Looking at the tear streaked face and red eyes, Draco pulled the Gryffindor towards him.
“I promised I would help you, and I will. This will be for the best,” Draco murmured as he stroked the other man’s coarse hair. He kissed his neck, and traced the lines of his body, reaching for the still hard cock. The blond held him close, his teeth grazing his ear.
Harry came, whispering thank-yous into his lover’s chest.