Yoked

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\"Oh... no, Harry, that\'s fine. You know... let\'s go for the next one around the corner.\" Ron frowned that none other than the devil incarnate, Draco Malfoy, flanked by his cronies Crabbe and Goyle rounded the corner. Ron had made a bet over the results of the Chudley Cannon Quidditch match, which Harry had lost. Since Ron had no money to put down on such trivialities, the boys had instead resorted to tormenting one another with increasingly public dares, the last of which had resulted in Ron having to spend a week complimenting Professor Snape on his hygiene every time he saw him.

That dare had resulted in much humiliation and a detention for his cheek, and Ron had definitely kept his rancor over that episode in mind when it came his turn to choose a dare. So it had been set that on this very morning, standing in this very hall, the next person to come around the corner would be Harry\'s \"master\" for the week. The mercy and the curse of it was that he couldn\'t tell the person he was serving why he was doing it. To do so would invalidate the bet and he\'d have to start over with someone else. Ron was especially proud of that.

Malfoy was already starting to redirect his path to avoid Harry and Ron as he had been since the train incident the year before. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with Potter or his friends, especially since he no longer had his father to complain to should something horrible happen.

Harry took a grim satisfaction in the fact that Draco tried to avoid him, but now each time it happened he felt a stab of guilt. That train attack had been cathartic at the time, but now it made him feel a bit sick with himself for how hard he\'d humiliated a boy who just lost his father. He knew a lot about loss after losing Sirius. Though Lucius wasn\'t dead, he wasn\'t around. He\'d tormented three boys who just wanted to avenge their fathers. In spite of the fact that Malfoy had been nothing but dreadful to him since he\'d refused his friendship, the idea of what he\'d done ate at him. \"I made a bet, Ron. You said not to bet against the Cannons and I did.\" Harry smirked at Ron and gave him a nod. Ron winced and tried to protest, but Harry was off.

He had to double-time to catch up with Draco, Ron followed just a few steps behind, still protesting that Harry didn\'t have to do this. \"Hey Malfoy,\" Harry called, finding that Draco was all too aware of being followed and sped up to escape. \"Malfoy. Stop!\"

The commanding tone of Harry\'s voice made Draco freeze. Crabbe and Goyle stopped behind him and stared at one another with a trace of trepidation before they turned to glower at Harry. Draco remained behind them, but pulled his wand before he faced the Gryffindors.

\"What do you want, Potter? I haven\'t done anything.\" His tone was weary and now that Harry had a proper look at him, Draco\'s eyes were dark and his skin was sallow. Was it misery? Now that he thought about it, Malfoy hadn\'t seemed quite at the top of the Slytherin echelon anymore. Or at least no one seemed to be paying him much attention. Other than his bodyguards.

\"I know you haven\'t, it\'s not about that,\" answered Harry. He took a step forward and the goons stepped protectively in front of Draco. Now that Harry looked at them, they looked a bit gaunt as well. Faces slightly puffy and the knuckles they were cracking were raw and bruised from excessive use. There must have been scuffles in Slytherin that he hadn\'t heard about. Harry looked at Ron, who didn\'t seem to notice anything amiss, or maybe he just didn\'t care. \"I was just... umm... wondering if you... needed anything,\" said Harry as he looked back at Draco, bobbing and weaving so that he could catch a glimpse of the slight Slytherin.

\"I need you to sod off!\" spat Draco.

Combative. Well, he had to know that was going to happen, right? Harry put his hands up and opened his mouth to explain when he felt Ron\'s hand clamp to his shoulder.

\"You heard your direct order from Malfoy, Harry. You have to do what he says.\" Ron was worried about Harry doing this. If Draco caught on that Harry had to do anything he asked him to for a week, well... aside from ruining the bet, which was the least of his worries at the moment, it could get tragic. He was relieved that the first strike was jaded disbelief in Harry\'s altruism. That would make the week easy for Harry if Malfoy kept sending him away. Ron suddenly very much regretted this particular dare, but it was too late to take it back. Fun was fun, but Malfoy could be dangerous. \"Come on, Harry.\"

Harry hesitated. Now that he had Malfoy there in front of him, now that words were passing between them, he wanted to make things right. But it was clear that now was not the time. \"Right. Well. I\'ll see you at breakfast then, Malfoy.\"

\"Not if I see you first,\" huffed Draco, who spun around and exited with his minions in tow.

\"We\'ll let this count as the first day,\" said Ron as he squeezed Harry\'s shoulder. He believed Harry was just upset by what he\'d gotten himself into. While he appreciated his best mate\'s conviction when it came to not welching on a bet, this was just crazy. \"Or we can change it.\"

Turning, Harry looked seriously at Ron. \"No, this is perfect. This is-- this is what\'s supposed to happen.\" He didn\'t know why, but he just felt like he knew. This was something he needed to do to free himself of his guilt. This would be his release.

--

Harry approached Slytherin table that morning, noting that Draco\'s housemates were openly avoiding Draco and his small gang. No one was attacking, but it wasn\'t hard to find a spot near him. Harry stood across the table from Draco who peered up at him and then winced. \"Bloody hell, Potter. I\'m trying to eat. Stand somewhere downwind.\" A few of the more attentive Slytherin overheard Draco and tittered. Malfoy\'s nostrils flared.

\"I told you I would see you at breakfast,\" Harry pointed out, crossing his arms.

\"Oh, well, then by all means have a seat, Potter.\" Draco\'s foot jammed into the chair across from him, kicking it out for Harry to sit in. He scowled at his rival, but swallowed his malice.

That was an order, so Harry sat. \"Thank you, Malfoy.\" He piled his plate up with his usual breakfast and though he was nervous, he started to eat.

Malfoy stared with incredulity at Potter making himself at home. \"The way you eat is making me physically ill. Chew slowly and close your mouth. Sit up. And for the love of Merlin, stop slurping your pumpkin juice.\"

It took a moment to sort out all of Draco\'s orders. Harry had to suppress a grin. Draco Malfoy was going to make someone a good mother someday. He sat up straight and put a napkin in his lap, although he hadn\'t been officially told to do that. He ate primly in the way that the Dursleys expected him to when they had Aunt Marge over. \"Better?\" He took great pleasure in Malfoy\'s open-mouthed shock at his obedience.

Struck suddenly mute, Draco nodded. Then he looked around the Hall, suspicious as to whether this was some manner of prank. What he saw was just as much confusion directed his way as he was displaying. Whatever this was, it wasn\'t meant to humiliate him, Draco reasoned. Still, it was creepy. He was relieved when the meal ended and slung his bag over his shoulder as he stood.

Harry frowned. Draco hadn\'t invited him for lunch. That was fine. He\'d bent the rules inviting himself for breakfast, he could show for lunch as well. Just so long as Malfoy didn\'t tell him not to then he was within his rights. \"Bye, Malfoy.\"

Somehow that seemed more offensive than anything that happened over the silent breakfast, judging by Draco\'s stricken face. But he didn\'t snap back at Harry. He simply nodded and said, \"Potter.\"

--

Two days of silent meals across from a baffled aristocrat passed. Draco only spoke to correct Harry on utensil usage or when he was slouching. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask why Harry kept showing up for meals, but he didn\'t question him aloud.

Having had a couple of days of intense observation of Malfoy, Harry was learning a few things. Draco wasn\'t just dismissive of Pansy; he seemed disinterested in women in general, at least past a regular interaction. Where Malfoy\'s eyes lingered were on other boys. Specifically Justin Finch-Fletchley, and occasionally Colin Creevey, both blondes, the narcissist. For one horrifying moment, he saw those silvery eyes tracing over Ron\'s ass. Draco caught Harry watching him and sneered a dare to comment. Harry looked away.

Harry\'s masturbatory thoughts had always been somewhat random. People and situations threw themselves into his mind and he didn\'t fight them. If he saw a boy in amongst the visions, he wasn\'t alarmed, assured that this was normal. However, since being saddled with this lost wager, and seeing where Malfoy\'s interests clearly laid, he found his morning toss filled with visions of Malfoy pushing Creevey against some secluded wall in the dungeon, brutalizing his mouth with savage kisses before flipping him around and slamming into him. He could almost hear the way their grunts and cries would echo off of the cavernous walls.

\"Potter!\" hissed Draco, leaning in to steal Harry away from his fantasies.

Suddenly, Harry noticed that Crabbe and Goyle were on their feet and cracking their knuckles threateningly at Zabini and a group of other Slytherin behind him. Catching Harry\'s inquisitive look, Draco said, \"He\'s probably going to ask what you\'re doing here. You should go.\"

\"Do you want me to go?\" asked Harry. He was desperate to stay. In fact, he wasn\'t sure he could make good on his deal to do what Draco said if the boy was about to be attacked. Particularly if that attack was coming because of his actions.

\"What?\" asked Draco. He was obviously nervous, his hand went into wand pocket and his eyes darted around, sizing up the situation.

\"Tell me to stay and help.\" Harry stood up and likewise put his hand in his pocket, read to draw.

Draco gave Harry a bewildered look but said, \"Stay and help, Potter.\"

Harry grinned and stepped up to Zabini. \"Problem, Blaise?\"

He wasn\'t surprised when Zabini took a step back, stepping on Daphne Greengrass\'s toes, making her yelp. \"I was just interested in why you\'re having lunch with the sons of Death Eaters. Seems dangerous, don\'t you think, Potter?\"

\"Is there a rule against it?\" snapped Harry. Right. He\'d almost forgotten who Draco and his friends were. Not that Zabini was much better.

\"There should be a rule against letting Gryffindor half bloods sit at our table if there isn\'t one.\" Zabini\'s statement seemed to garner much approval from the rest of Slytherin. It was about then that Harry realized just how outnumbered he was. The tide had turned from being against Malfoy to being against Harry, and he knew better than to look to Draco for help.

\"He\'s here because I invited him.\" Draco sounded tired, as if he knew exactly what that statement was going to cost him. Harry\'s eyes flashed at Draco who refused to return the look. \"Is that all you wanted to know, Zabini?\"

\"You invited him after he had your father arrested?\" Even Zabini seemed to find this unlikely.

Draco shrugged by way of response. Harry continued to stare at him.

\"Well then, perhaps we\'ll have this discussion later, where there\'s more privacy, Malfoy.\" With that, Zabini turned and directed the other students behind him to head back to class.

Sighing, Draco reached for his bag. Harry shuffled around the table and took the heavy bag from Draco and put it on his own shoulder. \"Potter... I\'m allowing you to stalk me, must you take my things as well?\"

Harry stifled a snicker when he realized through Draco\'s defeated tone that he wasn\'t joking. \"I\'m carrying your bag to class for you.\"

\"Look, whatever this joke or bet or whatever, just... dispense with it. Or poison me, or whatever it is you\'re planning. I\'m tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop.\" What killed Harry was that Draco didn\'t even sound angry about it.

He grabbed Draco\'s arm and tugged. Draco yanked his arm away and glared. \"Don\'t touch me, Potter.\"

There it was, the fire that Harry had no idea he missed until right then. \"Come on. I\'m walking you to class, and I\'m carrying your bag.\"

Draco reached for his bag and Harry pulled away. \"Why, Potter?\"

He had to think fast. He couldn\'t reveal the reason per the wager, but perhaps he could distract him? \"You saved my life, I\'m indebted to you.\"

Draco gave Harry a withering look. \"Saved your life? Potter, I saved you from, at best, an ineffectual taunting. I don\'t think that, as of present time, that is lethal. Annoying, perhaps, but not deadly.\"

\"I guess if it were, I\'d be dead by now,\" teased Harry.

Draco\'s brows rose and he smirked. \"If that\'s your attempt at making friends, I\'m shocked you have even one.\"

Harry grinned, in spite of the fact that they were insulting one another, Draco was grinning. He tried not to think too hard on why that pleased him as much as he did. \"I\'m walking you to class.\"

\"No, you are not,\" said Draco as reached out for his bag again. Given a direct order, Harry couldn\'t walk Draco to class, but he didn\'t have to give the bag back. So, he stepped away again.

\"Why not?\" asked Harry. He glanced over his shoulder and then raised his brows at Draco.

\"Because I am not a girl and you are not my boyfriend, Potter.\" He closed the distance between them.

But do you want me to be? Harry was shocked by his thought and stood staring at Draco, looking over his sharply Aryan features. He couldn\'t say that Draco had some sort of dramatic transformation over the summer. If anything he looked rather worse for wear, like he hadn\'t been sleeping much and his usual cocksure sneer was replaced with a more wary expression. \"Well, maybe I\'m going to protect you.\"

Draco snorted and jutted his head back to Crabbe and Goyle behind him. \"That position is taken.\"

Still, Draco hadn\'t asked for the return of his bag and Harry was starting to feel restless. His eyes widened before he did it. Draco\'s narrowed as he observed Harry\'s changing expression. In an instant, Harry had turned and was fleeing with his bag. Draco turned to his cronies as if he needed some base to reality and then turned to race after him. \"POTTER!\"

Harry knew he didn\'t have long to run before Draco ordered him to stop. Not that Draco knew an order would work, but he was just the sort to try and order people about. He turned a corner and flew into one of the more obscure bathrooms only to be followed by a rather disconcerted Malfoy.

Looking windblown and flustered, Draco stopped short with a look of, \"I should have known\" on his face when he ran in to find Harry standing there holding his wand out. Draco\'s hands flew up in surrender. He placidly watched the wand move and closed his eyes as if accepting his inevitable fate. Alas, the Colloportus swept past him and bolted the door shut and Draco\'s eyes flicked open and cast around the bathroom. He was locked alone in the bathroom with The Boy Who Went Barking.

\"Want your bag?\" asked Harry as he pocketed his wand.

Yes he wanted his godsdamned bag and a fucking explanation would\'ve been nice as well. \"Yes.\"

\"I have it right here.\" Harry smiled at Draco in what he hoped was a come-hither look.

Draco folded his arms and huffed. \"Blow me, Potter.\"

Smirking, Harry purred, \"Come here.\"

Draco\'s brows furrowed and he tilted his head. This was all very, very odd and had the probability of becoming very, very bad. He licked his lips and then took the few steps between them, noting how it cornered Harry against the wall. He plucked his bag off of Harry\'s shoulders.

Harry slid his arms around Draco\'s waist and pulled him closer. The look of apprehension and even that trace of fear on Malfoy\'s face was intoxicating. He\'d never kissed anyone but Cho, and it wasn\'t as exciting as this at all. Tilting his head to the side, he parted his lips and nudged his bottom lip at Draco\'s.

There was a moment of pure shock, followed by an expression of dawning realization on Draco\'s face. Although he didn\'t understand to what end this was going to, he\'d caught the rather blunt hint that Harry wanted to be kissed. Draco was hesitant. His eyes flitted around the bathroom again as if this were some bizarre surprise party where everyone was going to jump out and catch him snogging a half-blood. Deciding that Gryffindors weren\'t so stealthy as to keep quiet in a small public toilet, Draco caved and leaned in to experience his first awkward kiss with a boy.

In spite of the fact that their teeth mashed and that there was some strangeness with their head positioning, after a couple of tries, the kiss became at least passable. Draco had kissed Pansy a couple of times, but those had been limp-tongued and reticent even in the midst of them. The final try turned unbridled and fierce. Draco took charge of the kissing, sliding his tongue lightly over Harry\'s teeth, explored his mouth until he settled down with teasing over Harry\'s tongue.

Harry dropped the bag with a decisive thunk onto the floor and concentrated on the searing kiss. It wasn\'t wet, at least not in the sense of someone crying. But it was still moist and hot and anything but soft. Draco was nipping at his lips and tongue and pressing his lithe, bony body against him to the point of pain. Harry wasn\'t ready to break the kiss, but he felt Malfoy backing off. To stave off what was likely to be Malfoy\'s flight in terror, he reached around to the front of the other boy\'s pants and slid his hand over the hardness.

This action abruptly ended their frantic kissing. Draco let out a loud gasp and stared into Harry\'s eyes in shock. \"You\'re hard,\" purred Harry. \"You like boys, don\'t you?\"

\"Shut up, Potter.\" Draco looked ready to bolt, but his fury was creeping in. If Harry hadn\'t already been aroused at this point, that fierce rebellion in Malfoy\'s eyes would\'ve done the trick.

It was a direct order and Harry couldn\'t disobey. He shook his head and gave Draco a sly smirk as he unzipped the other boy\'s pants. Two orders now, blow him and shut up. Harry licked his lips in anticipation. His hands were shaking and he could feel his palms clammy with sweat, but he couldn\'t be arsed to worry that now. Malfoy looked somewhere between murderous and sultry and Harry was already half on his way to creaming his pants.

Feeling the fingers curling around his prick after they\'d breeched his robe and then his pants, Draco put one arm out against the wall for balance and the other grabbed Harry hard by the back of the neck. It was a rush for Harry, feeling the hard thrusting of his enemy\'s length in his hand. He took satisfaction in Draco\'s loss of control that caused him to again assault his mouth.

Harry he slid down the lavatory wall and looked at the livid head of Draco\'s prick appearing and disappearing in his hand. He opened his mouth and leaned in, experimentally licking at it each time the head of Draco\'s cock appeared.

Draco brought both arms up against the wall, folding them to brace himself as he rested his forehead against them, thrusting wildly into Harry\'s hand, inching forward in the hopes of getting more of that exquisitely warm sensation of Harry\'s tongue on him.

Taking the hint, Harry opened his mouth and pulled Draco\'s length in as far as he could go without setting off his gag reflex. Draco cried out, pushing and moaning as he moved ever faster. He cooed and groaned and ultimately didn\'t last long before he felt the hot coiling in his belly.

Harry swallowed manically as he felt the first spurt of something in his mouth. It was difficult, but not impossible, to swallow it all down. After he felt Malfoy\'s erection fading, he looked up at that blissful, flushed face.

It wasn\'t a look of affection or even malevolence, but simple shock on Draco\'s face. He pulled his prick back from Harry\'s mouth, watching in horror as a sticky string of ejaculate still connected them. \"Oh... Merlin... I...\"

Harry licked his lips and smiled, he couldn\'t speak, he wasn\'t allowed.

The grin was enough for Draco. He put his prick away and grabbed up his bag and ran to the door. He slammed against it, forgetting it was locked, but then quickly countered the spell and flew out the door.

--

Harry didn\'t know why he\'d sucked off Malfoy. It was impulsive and reckless and he assumed that was enough of a reason in and of itself. Of course, he\'d been ordered to do it, in a way, but he knew that it was more of an expression of anger than desire. So why? Why do it? There was power in it, but not the sort of power he was used to. While he was the instigator, he\'d submitted himself to Draco\'s needs, and in that submission, he\'d found release. He found a more literal release a few minutes later in one of the empty stalls.

Since it was morning, Harry decided that Draco\'s orders for him to hush were moot, so he made his way over the now-familiar path to the Slytherin table.

Draco didn\'t even look up at him. \"Go away.\"

It was an order. Harry had to comply. Disheartened, he headed back to Gryffindor\'s table. He was looking at Hermione\'s lips moving, not hearing a word of her fussing. Ron was also making wild motions for Harry to sit down with him. He imagined the both of them would go even crazier if they knew what he\'d been up to with Malfoy the day before. He was pondering the hysterics glumly when he had a spark of inspiration. He hadn\'t been told to stay away. Giving her a quick wave, he spun around and tromped back to Slytherin\'s table and took his spot across from Draco.

\"What did I say?\" Draco snapped, sitting up and looking furious.

\"You said \'go away.\'\" Harry piled food on his plate, smirking. \"And I did.\"

Draco glared at him, but remained silent while Harry made it most of the way through his eggs. \"Why are you doing this?\"

He couldn\'t answer truthfully without spoiling the bet. \"You don\'t like this?\"

Narrowing his eyes, he leaned closer to Harry, ducking his head down to catch his eye. \"What. Are. You. Playing. At?\"

\"I want to get to know you better.\"

\"Yes, well, I think you accomplished that yesterday.\"

Harry blushed.

Draco snorted and sat back.

\"Did you... like it?\" Harry couldn\'t bear to look at Draco\'s expression.

\"No.\" The answer came too quickly to be believable, but it still dampened Harry\'s spirits.

\"Oh.\" Scanning his eyes over his plate, Harry found he\'d lost the will to eat. \"I didn\'t like it either.\"

\"You didn\'t like it so much that you hung about the lavatory to toss off?\"

Harry\'s head snapped up. \"You...?\"

\"Well, it took you a while to leave.\" Draco shrugged and peered down at his still full plate.

\"You could... tell me to go there with you again,\" offered Harry.

\"I\'m not a queer.\"

\"I\'m not either.\"

The boys looked at each other with smug grins as if they knew something the other didn\'t. If Crabbe and Goyle had any sense they might\'ve pointed out that the two boys were clearly the faggiest fags in Fagdonia, however, they were entirely too busy stuffing their faces and snuffling their food to even hear the irrational denials, let alone sense the crackling sexual tension.

\"I like girls,\" Draco insisted. Harry rolled his eyes. Not being queer pretty much meant that Draco would like girls, the repetition just made his denial more obvious. Besides, Draco had spent most of the week leering at boys as far as Harry could tell.

\"I\'m not a girl,\" Harry said. Draco huffed. Of course Potter wasn\'t a girl. That was the point. Why was Potter always stating the obvious? That was irritating.

\"Well spotted. Which means I don\'t like you.\"

\"But you\'d like me if I were a girl.\" Harry suddenly had an inspiration, but he needed an order.

\"Yes, Potter. If you were a girl, I might like you. So go on. Run along there and be a girl now, Harriet.\"

Be a girl.

\"Right then, as you wish. Later, Malfoy.\" Harry beamed at Draco\'s mystified expression. He paused a moment to relish it and then skittered out of the Great Hall. He had a huge favor to ask and he thought he knew just who to ask it of.

--

\"I\'m jealous of your cheekbones. Seriously. Blush just doesn\'t work on me.\" Ginny grinned as she stroked the fluffy brush in the hollow of Harry\'s cheeks. \"Stop that or I won\'t get it right!\"

Harry was crimson. If Ginny had any idea of why he\'d approached her for this makeover, she\'d probably annihilate him with Bat Bogey hexes, but as it was, she hadn\'t asked and he didn\'t tell. \"Sorry. I... this just isn\'t... normal.\"

\"You\'re not normal, Harry. We\'re all used to that. Close your eyes, but don\'t squeeze your eyelids shut, I need to blend the eye shadow in more. You keep flushing and I\'m putting it on too dark.\"

Harry took a blurry look at himself in the mirror of Moaning Myrtle\'s bathroom. He disregarded the dead witch\'s tittering. \"You\'re making me look... whorish.\"

\"Because you keep blushing!\" Ginny huffed at Harry and waited for him to close his eyes so she could blend. \"I don\'t suppose it would do any good to ask you why you\'re having me dress you up like this? I have to admit that when you invited me here asking me to bring Hermione\'s dress and my make up and stockings that I had a very different evening in mind.\"

\"You... did?\" His eyes sprang open and he gaped at her. \"But you have a boyfriend... you\'re with...with... Dean... why would you...show up?\"

Ginny turned away to conceal her blush. \"I guess I was curious. I figured at the worst I\'d end up turning you down and having the satisfaction of rejecting my childhood crush. You were rather oblivious to me. It hurt.\"

\"I... wasn\'t oblivious... I just...\" Harry frowned.

\"Wasn\'t interested?\"

\"Wasn\'t ready? I don\'t know...\"

Smirking, Ginny gave him a final dusting of translucent powder. \"Well, since you\'re dressing like a girl, I\'m going to venture a guess that it wasn\'t just me you lack interest in.\"

\"Oh... no, this is just... I\'m not... gay...\" he assured her.

For a moment, Ginny waited for him to laugh or smile or in some way give her a sign that he was teasing. It never came. \"Harry...\"

Harry hopped up and pushed his glasses on to look at himself properly. He admired how much bolder his eyes were and how full his lips appeared. \"I... wow. That\'s... I\'m going to put the dress on,\" he announced as he grabbed the powder blue sheath that was laying over one of the sinks and headed to the stall.

Ginny crossed her arms and looked in the mirror. Part of her wanted to say something, but then, what could she say? She didn\'t know for certain that he was gay. Not all cross dressers were. George dressed up like a woman now and again and he wasn\'t. Although he tended to do it for more comedic effect than... well, she didn\'t know exactly why Harry was doing this. She dropped it and smiled as Harry came back out. \"Very... pretty, Harry.\"

\"Really? You think so?\"

\"Oh, yes. Did you want me to....\" Of course he had his Invisibility Cloak, she reasoned as she watched him donning it. Did she expect he was going to roam the castle all done up? \"Walk you anywhere?\"

\"No, I\'m fine,\" came the disembodied voice. \"Just... carry on. But... don\'t tell anyone, all right?\"

\"All right, Harry. Have... have a good night.\" With that, she packed up her make up and after giving one quick glance around the bathroom as if she could catch another glimpse of him, she left.

--

Draco knew these halls like he once thought he knew everything about life. Though the stairs may change, there was a pattern to it, a rhythm that he had learned to understand. Since most things had been taken from him since his father was imprisoned, he clung to his last vestige of what little he took pride in: being a Prefect. He took full advantage of what it had to offer, soaking in the Prefect\'s bath, taking points from other houses, and at night, prowling the halls alone, hoping to find some young couple whose night he could ruin.

He was a methodical boy, predictable in where he would be and when. Though he did regularly change the routes he took to keep would-be snoggers off-balance, even those changes could be predicted by a mind keen on evaluation.

Harry didn\'t have that kind of mind. He was just lucky.

Though Draco would never admit it, there was some level of decency that lurked inside of him. He didn\'t always raid the Astronomy Tower. He told himself it was because the pickings were too easy there, but in truth, he\'d always fancied that if there were someone in Hogwarts worth snogging, this is where he\'d take them. The air was crisp at this elevation and unless the clouds were out, the stars would wink and flirt back, giving their tacit blessing on... well, what was likely a tawdry affair of teen hormones gone awry. But Draco liked to think that sometimes it was something special.

Tonight, however, Potter\'s stalking had put him in quite a foul mood and he didn\'t care to think of anyone in high spirits. Particularly since he\'d-- well-- the tossing off thinking about Potter\'s lips wrapped around his glistening prick was probably some spell that Draco hadn\'t heard, because he was most definitely not interested in Potter. Potter was... heroic, noble, adorable, one of the only students who challenged him a half-blood.

There was something about Harry. There had always been something about him. Draco could sense his presence before he knew he was there. Maybe it was the crackling magical energy; a remnant of Voldemort\'s mark, or maybe it was just something familiar between them. Draco preferred to think it was his stench. But Draco knew by the way the hairs on his neck prickled and the way the room almost seemed to bend that Harry was there.

\"Potter, what in Merlin\'s name are you...\" he whirled around with his wand out. His voice cracked in shock as he looked over Harry\'s accentuated features. The guttering light and play of shadows gave Harry a golden glow. Then he noticed the simple light blue gown. \"For the love of Slytherin, you\'ve gone mad.\" His voice was a faint whisper of awe as he stared in unabashed horror at Harry in a dress. It wasn\'t only the confirmation of his belief that Harry had finally gone barking, it was that like this... he was... attractive.

Harry looked down and gritted his teeth. He would\'ve pointed out that Draco had asked for this except that he knew he\'d manipulated that particular request, and hadn\'t quite followed it to the letter since he hadn\'t transformed into an actual girl. Even if he hadn\'t, the deal was that he couldn\'t reveal what was going on, so he was stuck. \"It\'s a change...I thought you\'d like it.\"

\"How much did you...change?\" Draco had no idea how to respond to this strangeness, but now he was eyeing below the belt. Or rather, what would have been below the belt if Harry were dressed like a boy. It shouldn\'t have been so shocking. Dresses in and of themselves weren\'t unlike Wizarding robes and he\'d certainly seen men attempting to dress like Muggles who had made the error of wearing women\'s dresses. But he knew Potter knew the difference, and what\'s more, he was wearing lipstick.

\"Not that!\" Self-conscious about Draco\'s bare gaze at his groin, Harry placed his hands over it. Aside from the fact that his prick was still there, Draco\'s fascinated terror was more arousing than it had any right to be. \"That is still there.\"

Furrowing his brows, Draco rolled his wrist in a gesture for an explanation as to why Harry was in a dress. Particularly if that was still there.

Harry stared back at him with a blank expression. He noted with amusement that Draco had yet to sheath his wand again.

\"Then why the...\" he couldn\'t even say it. He gestured around his face and then pulled at his trousers to indicate clothing.

\"Because...\" Now Harry was stuck. He was directly asked, but answering it would invalidate the agreement. Then again, it was rather a stupid pact. It would be interesting to see what Malfoy would do if he did know, or rather, what he\'d ask Harry to do. He felt his prick pulse at the notion of being at Draco\'s will. He couldn\'t place exactly why. It could be dangerous, and maybe as risky of situations often intrigued his father, that had been passed down to him. No, that didn\'t make sense. He was often in dodgy situations with Voldemort and his cadre of followers and he\'d not yet managed an erection over it. Perhaps he wanted to pass the responsibility of decision making on to someone else for a while. Just do as he was told. Even so, Malfoy wasn\'t exactly the safest or sanest of individuals. Yet, he yearned to find out what Malfoy would do. He had his wand, and he could invalidate the agreement and start over. Ron had granted him that privilege. If Malfoy got to be too much, he\'d just leave. Now he\'d made the decision, but he hadn\'t been ordered to answer. So he prompted him. \"Do you really want to know?\"

\"Yes, Potter. I really want to know why you\'ve turned into a cross-dressing queer, and moreover, why you\'ve chosen to stalk me while exploring your feminine side.\" His voice was steady, but wand hand shook. Potter gone mental was a serious threat.

\"It was a bet I lost. My payment was to serve you, do whatever you asked me to do all week long.\"

Draco glared at the ceiling, calculating this information, coupling it with Harry\'s bizarre behaviour. The math wasn\'t playing out. He went over his words and compared them to what had happened. Something didn\'t fit. \"I never asked you to take meals with me. Was that part of the deal?\"

\"No. I did that on my own.\"

The deliberations were unnerving. Draco had gone from staring at the ceiling to glowering at Harry. \"I see. So why did you do it?\"

That was a hard question to answer. He could have avoided Draco. A week without interacting with him wasn\'t unheard of. In fact, in nearly all instances, it was welcomed. \"It wouldn\'t have been sporting to just avoid you.\"

\"You didn\'t have to avoid me, I wasn\'t going to initiate anything with you.\"

\"That\'s true, you haven\'t had much to say to me of late. I guess...\" Harry fidgeted and pulled off his glasses. He then rubbed at his eyes, smearing the kohl over his eyes, making him appear debauched.

Draco found he had an appreciation for this look. Or at least one part of him did. \"You guess what, Potter?\"

\"Part of it was that I felt badly for you losing your father. I lost Sirius and...\"

\"And what? You barely knew him. He wasn\'t your father, he was a convicted criminal on the run who showed up like the thoughtless dog he was on the platform and got himself spotted like a lackwitted fool. My father I\'ve known all of my life and he was following orders from the most powerful wizard of all time!\"

Draco started to panic when all of the candles went out. He\'d only gotten a flash of Harry\'s angry visage before it happened. \"Lumos!\"

Harry was right up in his terrified face. \"Shut up, Malfoy.\"

\"I thought I was the one giving orders here.\" Somehow, Draco managed to pull off bravery. He was lucky it was dark or Harry would\'ve seen the sweat building on his brow.

\"I don\'t have to do what you tell me. Not really. Ron would let me out of it if he knew...\"

\"If he knew you brought me off with your mouth? That you swallowed my leavings? Still, you could refuse. This isn\'t the Imperious Curse. But it wouldn\'t be very sporting of you. It would seem that you\'ve gone to such great lengths to be sporting.\"

There it was. Caught in the midst of his machinations. It was best that he hadn\'t been sorted into Slytherin, he realized. Speaking through clenched teeth, Harry uttered, \"Fine.\"

\"Brave little Scarhead. All tarted up to spend time with his rival.\" Now that he realized he had the upper hand, Draco was going to enjoy it. Pocketing his wand, he was left with the bleary semi-darkness. Everything was muted shades of blue and patches of strict shadow cast by breaks in the building that let the gravid moonlight through. For his first act, he smeared the immaculately applied rose coloured lipstick across Harry\'s face with his thumbs. \"Finally, you look like the whore you are.\"

A whore? The word was so dirty, so vile, it struck a chord with Harry, making him shiver starting from somewhere above his abdomen. It was a light, feathery feeling that caused him to inhale to maintain it. \"R-I\'m \'ot a \'ooor\" Harry\'s protests were mangled by Draco\'s thumbs still pushing the lipstick over his face.

\"Look at you, you\'re a skank and a slut, you\'ve come here begging for my attention dressed up like a twat. You\'re disgusting. Did you even bother to wear anything under that dress? Are you in knickers under there?\" He shoved Harry, sending him sprawling against the wall. \"Lift up that skirt. Show me what you\'re wearing under it.\"

Though he wanted to say more about how horrid Draco was-- that elusive feeling of weightlessness again seized his chest. In the dark, nobody blushes. At least as far as anyone can see. In the darkness, it\'s permissible to let go. Harry gradually hiked up the skirt of the gown to reveal ill-matched, but delightfully naughty fishnet stockings.

Draco watched the hesitant unveiling of Harry\'s pale, wobbling legs avariciously. He paused, debating his next move. \"All the way up, Potter. I want to see what knickers you\'re wearing.\'

\"I...\" Harry was at a loss. Though he\'d managed to ask for these garments easily enough, the idea of wearing someone else\'s pants was somehow too much. Thus... He scrunched the fabric into his hands to reveal nothing but his livid erection and the black belt holding up the stockings.

\"Presumptuous tramp!\"

Harry was burning with humiliation worsened by how arousing mortification could be. The dimness robbed him of the ability to see Draco\'s expression, yet he still turned his head away in shame.

\"Turn around and face the wall. Keep your dress up like a good little whore. You like that, don\'t you Potter? You like being called out for the trash you are?\"

Harry did as he was told, pressing his face against the cold stone as he jutted his arse out and let the pale fabric drape over his waist. Turning to look over his shoulder, he watched the whitish blob move towards him. He nodded.

\"That\'s not an answer, Potter. I want to hear it. I want you to say how dirty you know that you are. How nasty and dirty. Tell me you\'re a skank. My skank.\"

Swallowing, Harry pressed his hands against the wall, gripping the stone as he felt his legs trembling. Why was this affecting him so? He\'d heard people insult him before, but tonight it was different. Tonight, he knew this was a game. His game. A game that in spite of Malfoy\'s apparent control over, he initiated and ultimately ran. He could stop him at any time. He just didn\'t want to. Let go.\"I\'m dirty. I like it when you call me these things. I\'m your filthy skank.\" It came out a mere whimper, but he\'d said it.

Malfoy grinned and rubbed the front of his trousers. He was close enough now that Harry could see the way the fabric tented, and could smell his the brisk scent of rosemary and green apples. Then he was so close that he could feel the shadow of warmth of his hand against his arse cheek as Draco manipulated himself. With a lethal whisper, he said, \"You barely even knew those people, Potter. Diggory and Black? I\'ll give you that you witnessed their deaths and that was tragic enough, but you. barely. knew. them.\"

Potter could feel his anger winding up. His stomach knotted and his fury flared. His hands against the wall clenched and his magical energy was nearly tangible. What he didn\'t bank on was how fast Draco could move and what he would do next. Chill fingers grabbed the straps connecting the belt to his stockings and simultaneously snapped the elastic, getting his strict attention. Then he cringed with the mortifying and yet tantalizing feeling of having his cheeks spread open. \"You can\'t... do... stop that!\" He wailed, but it felt too good to feel Draco\'s humid breath over such a neglected area. The warmth of it spread to his thighs and the back of his balls, making his eyelids flutter.

\"I can and I did.\" Draco gave Harry\'s backside a wicked grin. \"Slytherin.\" He whispered the word against Harry\'s opening, brushing his lips against it. Feeling the muscle twitch, he flattened his tongue over it to give a long lick from it to the edge of his crack and then back down. He swirled his tongue around it, centering it in languid rotation, but not yet breeching him.

Harry was infuriated, disgraced and aroused. He mused that this couldn\'t be Draco\'s first gay experience, that his denial was now rather flat. Then again, Potter was enjoying the sensation of Draco\'s hands curling over the backs of his thighs, twining into the holes of the fishnet and pulling his legs further apart. Reaching back with one hand as he pressed the other into the wall for balance, Harry gripped Draco by the hair to force his face harder into his arse.

Were his tongue not currently pushing into Harry, Draco would\'ve looked smug about this loss of control. As it was, he grabbed Harry\'s hand and pressed his thumb into the pressure point near his wrist to force him to let go and pulled his face away. Then he gave Harry\'s bum a sharp smack, satisfied with the loud report and Harry\'s groan-turned-yelp. \"Don\'t.\"

Panting against the wall, Harry pressed his head against his forearm and tried to catch his breath. That was when he heard the jangle of Draco\'s belt and the clear sound of his zip. He was just about to protest when he felt the warm length settle between his spread cheeks. \"I\'ve never...\" he pulled his other arm up to hide his face.

\"It\'s going to hurt. Try to relax.\" The tone started out neutral but turned snarky. Draco was enjoying his power. \"I order you to relax,\" he added. Harry fancied he could hear the smirk.

Then all he felt was how sharp and immobilizing the invasion was. \"Wait! Stop!\" He was shocked when Draco did. He was even more shocked when Draco pulled the head back out, although that didn\'t halt the throbbing pain. He heard a sucking noise by his ear and then he felt something much smaller pressing into him. He hissed at this, but it wasn\'t near the pain from before.

\"I\'m going to fuck you, Potter. I\'m going to use your arse hard and come deep inside of you. I\'m going to leave you soiled and you will always, always remember this and me.\" His other arm slipped under Harry\'s dress and reached around to stroke his cock.

Shivering more from the words than from the stroking, Harry let out a quiet whimper. He felt stretched around Draco\'s fingers, another of which had pushed inside of him, but this time the twinge wasn\'t quite as severe. His mind was occupied by Draco\'s words and his body soothed by the hard pulling on his length. \"You\'re going to use me.\"

\"Yes, I\'m going to use you like the fuck toy you are. Everyone thinks you\'re some great hero, but every time you look at me, you know what it is you\'re really good for, slut.\" He kissed over Harry\'s shoulder and bit hard at his neck as he slipped in another finger.

Harry felt a clammy tingle over his warming body. He felt so hot from embarrassment, arousal and concentrating on remaining relaxed, that he broke out into a sharp sweat that cooled in the air and made him all at once both hot and cold. He couldn\'t place whether he liked this feeling or not as he was cut off from his musings by the emptiness he felt from Draco\'s fingers leaving him. Then he again felt the hard pressure of Draco\'s length pushing and he cried out.

\"For fuck\'s sake, Potter, stop whining and take it like the whore you are!\" Draco pulled back from him again.

He wanted to retort, but he had no words. Harry was a bit relieved to hear Draco murmur a spell and then felt his fingers between his cheeks spreading balmy goo over his hole. It was followed by a squishing sound he assumed was the fluid being spread over his prick. This time when he felt the hard pressure opening him, it went smoothly. \"Oh god.\" He was doing it. He was allowing Malfoy to fuck him.

Draco rested his forehead against Harry\'s shoulder as he pushed in, watching his glossy length disappear into the heat of none other than Gryffindor\'s golden boy.

Harry wondered just how big Draco\'s cock was, it seemed to be taking forever for him to push in. It felt big, solid, uncomfortable but not intolerable. Exhaling seemed to help keep him relaxed. He wasn\'t sure if he liked it or not, but he definitely liked the way that Draco\'s hand had resumed fondling him once he was finally all the way in.

Drawing his hips back, Draco thrust in again. Faster this time, relishing the friction around him. He pulled back and moved in again, finding that it was harder to do than he\'d expected. There was just so much resistance as Harry\'s inner muscles worked against him when he pushed in. Fucking a boy\'s ass wasn\'t terribly different than a girl\'s. It lacked the distinctive ridges that a pussy had, and was drier and somehow warmer. The fact that it was the Harry Potter\'s arse just made it sweeter.

By chance, as Draco\'s thrusting had gone manic, he managed to slam into Harry\'s prostate a few times as he ground into him, trying out different angles. Their bodies slapped together sounding almost like Harry was getting a spanking, rather than a good, hard fucking. Draco grabbed Harry\'s head by his hair and again bit hard into his neck, causing Harry to shriek and his back to arch. It didn\'t take long for Draco to be murmuring obscenities about how slutty and dirty Harry was to allow this to be done to him. With the words, \"Fuck you, Potter\" passing over his lips, Draco finally came inside of Harry, pausing to let go only to follow up with a few more languid pushes until he was spent. \"Finish yourself.\"

Harry was aroused, but he hadn\'t come. Aside from the fact that Draco\'s stroking had been distracted and erratic at best, there was too much to take in all at once. He didn\'t need to be told twice to jerk himself off. He wasn\'t sure why he hadn\'t taken over in the first place. His fingers curled around himself after Draco\'s hand dropped and he rocked his body into his jerking hand.

\"Foul boy, you liked it, didn\'t you? You\'re tossing off with no shame in front of me. Thinking about me, aren\'t you? Thinking about the terrible thing I just did to you and about how much you want me to do it again. I bet you\'re thinking about sucking my cock, the way I tasted, how I felt in your mouth. I\'ve filled both orifices, Harry. You\'re full of me in all senses. You\'re mine. My slut. My whore.\" He paused as he leered over Harry\'s shoulder at the purpling organ. \"You disgust me, you filthy half-blood.\"

The angry tone and the words brought him off as much as anything else. Soon spurts of his white come splattered against the dark stone, much to Harry\'s pleasure and degradation. He was thinking of all of those things. How soiled it made him feel and yet how thrilling it had been to be so very wrong. \"I thought about how you licked my dirty hole, too.\"

Draco tugged hard at Harry\'s hair and pulled himself out, giving Harry a hard spank in reward for his cheek. He didn\'t have an answer for his consideration, so he remained silent.

Harry\'s body mourned the loss of Draco inside of it by aching. Harry flexed the passage a few times, as if it could make the pain go away. Instead it just aggravated it. Groaning, he stood up straight again and allowed the dress to fall down over his hips again. \"The week is almost over.\"

\"Then I suppose it would be prudent for me to order you to keep visiting me like this whenever I want.\" Draco smirked at Harry\'s shock and the speed in which he turned around. He took great pleasure in the grimace on Harry\'s face at having moved so speedily and hurting for it.

\"Isn\'t that a bit like asking the genie for more wishes?\"

\"Genies are nasty sorts it\'s best not to fall prey to their clutches. They\'ll grant you more wishes, but you\'ll regret it. They\'re quite literal, you see.\" Draco continued to straighten himself up and smoothed back his hair.

\"I can be literal, too.\"

\"I am aware.\"

\"So you want me to keep visiting you like this? I\'ll have to get more dresses.\" Harry tried to appear coy, but it didn\'t work with the smeared make up.

Draco smirked. \"You can skip the dresses. But keep the belt.\"

\"Is that an order?\" Harry likewise smirked and ruffled his hair.

\"Definitely.\"

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In the end, there hadn\'t been a single classroom (abandoned or not), broom closet or House common room that the boys hadn\'t sullied with their activities. When the final battle came, Draco sat it out. Harry was forced to fight, as he had been so thoroughly violated the night before, sitting was not an option. He proved victorious and in spite of all of the awards and accolades he received, every time Draco Malfoy looked at him with his piercing grey eyes, Harry knew that what he really was. Malfoy\'s little slut.


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[Notes] Written for the prompt that Harry loses a bet and must submit himself to \"the next person around the corner.\" Yes, yes, cliche, I know, so I tried to make it extra dirty to make up for that. Much thanks to __goldie for the beta!