Comfortable Criminal

Title: Comfortable Criminal
Author: Ida
Genre: Angst/PWP
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4699
Warnings: Spanking, Hurt/Comfort and it’s loaded with all kinds of clichés.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. It’s all the property of J.K Rowling, and this story is being written for entertainment purposes only. Not a dime is being made.
Summary: AU. Draco’s been a very naughty boy. He is given a choice as to how he’ll be punished. What will he choose?

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1


“That’s fucking right, ferret, we’re sick of you. Sick to death of listening to you bitch and moan and walk around like you own the place, following Harry around like a lost puppy. Guess what? He doesn’t like you, no one likes you, and this is the last straw.” Ron Weasley cracked his knuckles and tried to look menacing as he glared down at his nemesis. Malfoy had been shooting his mouth off again, and Ron was tired of listening to him. Hopefully, this would shut him up for good.

Draco’s expression was blank, but his eyes gave the world away, widened as they were filled with terrified surprise. The group of teenagers surrounding him was intimidating, and they were all looking down on him in contempt, even his fellow Slytherins, which only served to make Draco feel more uneasy. Furious Gryffindors was nothing new, but pissed off Slytherins was enough to send little quacking shivers down his spine, though he did his best not to show it. He looked imploringly at Blaise Zambini for help, but there was non forthcoming, if the cold stare he received in response was any indication. “Don’t go looking at me, Malfoy,” the taller boy spat. “You’ve made your bed, now you get to lie in it.”

Draco frowned. He couldn’t remember what he’d done exactly to set everyone off. He knew his tongue would get him into trouble one day, but as far as he’d been aware, the day’s verbal lashings had been quite tame in comparison to some of his earlier tirades. What the hell was going on? Why was everyone ganging up on him?

“What’s the matter, ferret? Can’t figure out why everyone’s pissed at you?” Weasley sneered, bending down to look Draco in the eye while placing a hand on the blonde boys shoulder patronizingly. “Is ickle Drackie scared?”

“Yes” Draco answered honestly. He tried to stand up, but Ron’s hand wouldn’t let him.

“Stay where you are, ferret.” Ron stepped back, blending into the crowd. He was very pleased with the way this was going.

Inwardly, Draco cursed. This really wasn’t fair.

“I thought we’d reached an agreement, Draco.” Blaise began. “When we came here, it was because we didn’t want to become Death Eaters. It was the principle of the matter. We agreed that we would drop our prejudice and work in harmony with the Gryffindors, and while it has been a rough road, the rest of us have managed. You however, leave something to be desired.”

“In other words, if you call my girlfriend a mudblood again, you’re really dead.” Weasley’s face had turned as red as his hair.

Draco looked over at Granger, who wasn’t saying anything at all, but rather was staring at the floor looking like she wanted to be elsewhere.

“Yes, Draco. Mudblood. It really is a filthy word, and we’ve decided to ban its use. Actually, if you’ll recall, we banned its use weeks ago, but you haven’t conceded to dropping it.”

“I’m sorry!” Draco shouted. “This afternoon, it just slipped. It’s habit now. You can’t walk around using words to perpetuate an image for seven years and then just drop them completely. She pissed me off – it was reflex.”

“Oh really? She must piss you off often, Draco. You use that word every time you’re in contact with her.”

Draco paled. “I’m sorry, Granger.”

Hermione nodded at him, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

“Unfortunately, sorry isn’t good enough this time. You’ll need to be punished to prevent you from doing this sort of thing again.” Ron’s grin was a mile wide as he made the announcement. Draco’s face drained of what colour it had to begin with.

“What kind of punishment?” He asked timidly.

“A spanking, of course. Everyone knows that when little boys are naughty, they get spanked.”

Fuck. Draco stood up quickly, throwing his chair to the ground in rage. “I will not be spanked!”

“Oh yes Draco,” Blaise interjected. “You will.”

Draco knew he was surrounded. There was no escaping this humiliation. He hung his head in resignation, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

“Draco.” Hermione stepped forward. “In the interest of preserving some of your dignity, we’ve agreed to offer you a choice.”

Oh goody! Draco held little hope that this “choice” would save his pride. “What choice?”

Ron’s eyes gleamed. “You can get your little arse spanked right here in the hall in front of everyone. I of course, will do the honors.” Draco knew he was going to be sick.
“OR.” Now Ron was really laughing at him. “You can march over there,” he pointed at the front of the room where the leaders of the Order were conversing over strategy and schedules, “and ask Harry to spank you. You guys are good friends now, after all. I’m sure he won’t mind.”

Draco felt like crying then. The truth was, he and Harry had sort of hashed out their differences, but Draco wouldn’t go so far as to call them friends. He simply went where Harry was because Harry was the strongest of the group. It was a survival tactic. Also, Harry, he’d discovered, was quite fit. He didn’t like to admit it, but he fancied being close to him, if only so he could watch the other boy. It was safe to say that he liked Harry just fine, but Draco couldn’t justify calling them friends. If nothing else, Harry put up with him. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, it was easy to see he had no friends at all, as the crowd before him demonstrated. No one seemed eager to stand up for him.

He was all alone.

“If I choose Harry, can we go somewhere private?” Draco hated the fact that his voice cracked as he asked, but there was nothing for it. Someone in the back snickered, and Draco felt a blush creep over his cheeks.

“Of course, Draco, if he accepts” Blaise replied smoothly. “If not, then I’m afraid you’ll be stuck with option one. Just be sure that when you ask him, it’s loud enough for all of us to hear. Oh,” he reached into his robes and withdrew a slip of parchment, “and here’s your script.” He handed the paper to the other boy.

Draco’s hands shook as he took the paper. The script was pretty simple, but what were the chances that Harry would accept? Would he like the chance to have Draco at his mercy, to inflict humiliation of the worst kind on his nemesis? Draco honestly couldn’t believe Harry would accept the proposal, but he had to try. He had to hope that Harry was smart enough to catch on. Maybe he could play off merciful Harry. He glanced at Weasley. Anything was better than submitting to that in public. Sighing, he stuffed the paper into his own pocket and nodded, straightening his back and lifting his chin as he did so. “I choose Harry then.” There were several cheers hidden amongst the group.

“Then by all means, do proceed.” Blaise swept his arms in a motion that indicated Draco should step through the rapidly parting crowd. Draco spared a glance at Weasley, and his stomach dropped as he saw the look of disappointment on the red head’s face.

Fuck Draco, what have you gotten yourself into?

Harry was seated at the end of the table with Remus Lupin and Tonks. The three of them were looking over a study schedule for the following week that would have Harry working very closely with Lupin on defensive strategy. The schedule looked exhausting, but Harry was happy to see that at least some of the lessons included Draco Malfoy. The other wizard had proven to be a worthy adversary in the battle arena, and Harry was certain that at least some of his skill could be accredited to the competition Draco provided.

He was in the middle of a particularly large bite of beef stew when said wizard approached his table with a look of horror on his face. Harry swallowed quickly – too quickly given the abrupt scorching of his throat. He choked and reached in desperation for the glass of pumpkin juice that was just an inch too far away when he was bent over.
Nice one Harry! That must look really attractive. Finally getting the juice down, he righted himself and took a breath of air. Tonks was snickering behind a napkin, and Lupin was purple with mirth beside him. “Enjoying your supper Harry?” Tonks asked innocently. Harry glared at her and looked back at Draco, who was now standing in front of him, his expression worsening with each passing moment. He looked faint.

“Are you okay, Draco?” Harry asked, frowning at the other boy.

Draco looked at the ground. There was no way he would be able to get through his “speech” if he looked at Harry. He chanced a glance back at the group behind him, considering making a break for it. However, the chances of him getting away were slim, as Crabbe and Goyle had already thought of that and were blocking the exit. Besides, even if he were to get away, the consequences would be dire- they’d just get him later, and it would be much worse. He looked back at the floor in front of Harry, cursing silently as he felt the heat creep into his face. “Har-Harry.” His voice was shaking, and he felt like a complete and total idiot.

“Draco, what’s gotten into you?” Harry hadn’t failed to notice their friends were paying particular attention to the goings on up front. It was odd. What the bloody hell is going on now? Harry knew there was some joke he was missing out on. He felt his anger rise. Draco was going to do something to embarrass him, and everyone was in on it. Just try it Malfoy, you little shit.

Draco tried again. “Harry.” Pleased that he’d managed to get the first word out, he continued, trying not to veer from the “script” he’d been given. “I’ve been a very naughty boy today.” Despite his greatest efforts, Draco couldn’t help the tears that sprung at the corners of his eyes.

Harry was confused now. What the fuck?

“I’ve been so bad.” Draco continued, and finally realizing the futility of floor gazing, he raised his tear filled eyes to stare into Harry’s confused emerald ones. “I need to be punished Harry.”

“A little louder, Draco, we didn’t quite catch that!” Blaise called, his own eyes filled with tears of mirth. Harry frowned, his confusion growing.

Draco whimpered, tears falling freely down his cheeks. He’d never been so humiliated in his life, and it was about to get a fuck of a lot worse. “I said-” he barked it so they’d be sure to hear, “that I’ve been very naughty, and I need to be punished.”

Harry was finally starting to understand that this wasn’t a plot to humiliate him, but one to humiliate Draco, and he wasn’t impressed in the least. In fact, he was even angrier than he’d been before.

Finally reaching his end point, Draco exhaled. “Please Harry.” He shook his head sadly. “I’ve been so naught-naughty,” he hiccupped. “Will you spank me?” The last part came out as a whisper, but Harry heard it loud and clear.

Other members of the audience were less than pleased with the audio of the presentation. “Repeat that last bit, ferret!” Harry looked up sharply, his glare causing Ron to falter slightly.

“WILL YOU SPANK ME, HARRY?!” Draco wailed, falling to the floor in complete humiliation. A chorus of laughter came from behind him, but it was faint next to the blood rushing in his ears.

The hall filled with sound then, from the laughter of his “friends,” to the shouting from the adults trying to get everyone calmed down. Everything came to an abrupt halt when all the glasses in the place suddenly shattered, and everyone looked to The Boy Who Lived who was shaking with rage. “That’s enough!” Harry had risen from his seat as soon as Draco had hit the floor, but now he slammed his chair backward and stalked around to the front of the table where the smaller boy sat curled up on the ground. “What the hell do you call this?” He asked, pointing at Draco. “Let’s humiliate our comrade’s day? This is disgusting. I’m disgusted with you – all of you!”

“He called Hermione a Mudblood!” Ron squeaked, ducking behind his girlfriend to escape the look of loathing Harry sent his way.

“Merlin Ron! What are you, twelve?! He’s been calling Hermione a mudblood since day one, it’s not like he actually means it! If he did, would he spend hours with her working on potions and research?” Harry knelt down to Draco quivering form. “Get up, Draco,” he said quietly, grabbing hold of Draco gently to help him stand. He was mildly surprised when Draco leaned into him, and even more so when the pale boy buried his face in Harry’s robes. You shouldn’t be shocked. If it were you, you wouldn’t want to look at anyone either. He suddenly felt very protective.

“So Harry, do you accept?” Blaise thought he’d throw it out there.

“Accept what?” Harry snapped, his attention riveted on Draco, and the massive tremors flowing through his slender frame.

“Draco asked you a question Harry. How do you want to answer?” Blaise’s eyes were alight with laughter, despite Harry’s chastisement. There was still a chance that this prank could be redeemed.

“Wha-” Harry’s brows knitted together in confusion. Moody, Lupin and Tonks were dead silent. They’d heard Draco’s request as well, and were very interested in how Harry was going to handle this situation. Would their teachings pay off? Would Harry be able to get himself out of this without humiliating the young Malfoy further? Harry Potter would no doubt be very angry if he were to turn around and see that his mentor’s were laying bets on what the outcome of this scenario would be. “You can’t be fucking serious!” Harry’s arms tightened reflexively on the body in his arms, and Draco stiffened in reaction.

“It was a part of the deal. Either you do it, or Ron does.” Hermione muttered weakly.

Oh no, there’s no way in hell Ron’s getting any where near Draco! He’s mine! Harry had to take a moment to figure out where that thought had sprung from, but his decision was quick. “I’ll do it then.” Everyone gaped at his response, even Draco, who had finally looked up from Harry’s chest to see if what he’d heard was true. “But I’m certainly not doing it here so you can make a further spectacle out of it. Comon’ Draco.” Harry gripped Malfoy’s hand in his own and practically dragged him from the room to his own small quarters. One of the perks of being Harry-bloody-Potter was a room of your own at boot camp. Throwing the door shut and locking it with a powerful charm, Harry flopped down in the worn armchair beside his fireplace and heaved a sigh of relief, waving a hand to get a fire going to heat the chilly room. “I’m so sorry, Malfoy. I never would have expected something like that to happen here.”

Draco was too busy staring at Harry in shock to say anything.

“Have a seat wherever you like,” Harry gestured. “We have a bit of a wait ahead of us. I think I can use a charm to give you a bit of an ache in the rear to convince everyone you got what they thought was coming to you.”

Draco gaped. “So-so you’re not going to spank me?”

Harry laughed, a hysterical edge dropping into his voice. “Of course not! Why the hell would I do that?”

Draco was a bit disturbed at the disappointment that seeped into him. His cock was achingly hard, though no one would have noticed under his heavy robes. He’d gotten hard in Harry’s arms, listening to the other boy growl at their friends for being assholes. Something about Harry’s voice had really set him off, and it was the first time ever that Harry had actually touched him. Draco had clung to him just as he’d clung to the moment. When Harry had acquiesced to spank him, a thrill had worked its way through Draco, and now he felt very hallow.

It was awful, and he hated himself for it, but he wanted to be spanked. By Harry.

For his part, Harry wasn’t completely oblivious. He’d felt Draco’s erection against his thigh and was now wondering what he should do with that information. Years of Gryffindor stupidity that led him charging into situations without thinking had done a number on him. Since Sirius’ death, Harry always tried to think about the important things before acting on them. This situation definitely qualified.

Draco Malfoy was gorgeous, and Harry had been eyeing him for months now as they ploughed away together in the fight against Voldemort. Draco was the only one who was always around when Harry got back from his Horcrux missions. The Death Eaters were looking for him, and it wasn’t safe for the son of Lucius Malfoy to leave the Order’s new headquarters. If he were seen, Merlin knew what would happen. As such, they’d spent a lot of time together.

“Harry?” Harry looked up. Draco looked adorable in the gentle light from the fire, tear stains on his cheeks. He was wringing his hands in his once pristine robes and had taken to staring at the floor again. “Harry, I-”

“It’s okay Draco.” Harry interrupted. He made a rash decision then, hoping he wouldn’t have to kill himself for it later. “Come here.”

Draco approached cautiously, and released a small squeak when Harry pulled him into his lap. “Harry?” Draco’s eyes were an open window to his confusion and desire, but Harry still wasn’t sure what exactly it was the other boy wanted.

He reached out and smoothed a loose strand of white blonde hair back. “What do you want Draco?” he asked, sucking up all his courage and gently kissing the other’s temple.

Draco relaxed in Harry’s arms, but his mouth had dried up. He wasn’t sure if he could speak, but tried anyhow. “I’ve been a very naughty boy Harry.”

That was all Harry needed to know. “You’re sure?” He was only going to ask once. If Draco wanted their first encounter to be like this, than Draco would get what he asked for.

Draco nodded, choking out his own speech. “Please Harry.”

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2

“God’s Draco, you have the prettiest arse.” Harry smoothed his hand over the pale flesh, giving it a gentle pat. Draco whimpered, wriggling about in Harry’s lap, trying to get comfortable. A sharp smack on his bottom pulled an equally sharp squeak from his lips and he ceased moving. “Good boy.” Harry soothed. “Now don’t move until I tell you to, is that clear?”

Draco nodded and lay still. Another sharp smack startled him, and this one fucking hurt. He honestly hadn’t thought of that part. “Fuck!” His eyes were stinging again, but his cock was still hard. He tried vainly to get some friction against Harry’s thigh to help relieve the pressure, but it wasn’t working.

Harry bit his lip. It was obvious that this was less than comfortable for Draco, but he didn’t want to stop, and he knew that Draco didn’t either, if the gentle rutting against his thigh was to be taken seriously. Still, if they were going to do this, he ought to be as in character as possible. Draco was a nasty little shit sometimes, and he did deserve to have his arse spanked, even if he was being punished for past crimes. With renewed vigor, Harry struck again. “Don’t you god damned swear at me young man. You deserve every little bit of this.”

“Harry-oh.” Draco whined as another slap hit his tender backside. Harry’s hands were rough on his over sensitive skin.

“You naughty little boy. You thought you’d get away with it, didn’t you, shooting your mouth off?” Harry focused on Draco’s arousal, which he’d assumed would begin to wane as the spanking continued, but the body in his arms was still rigid with arousal. He smiled, amused as Draco thrust his hips down into his lap. “You fucking slut. You like this don’t you?”

Draco groaned. It burned, and Merlin he ached for it. “Please Harry, just touch me.”

That touched a nerve. Harry stopped. Christ Draco, if you just wanted me to touch you, all you had to do was say so. “That’s enough I think.” Harry immediately gathered Draco up into his arms, and sealed his mouth over Draco’s before the other could speak. The kiss was hot and achingly desperate.

It was also their first.

Draco’s body quaked in his embrace, his tongue begging Harry for more. Harry dominated the kiss easily, his own tongue thrusting greedily into Draco’s mouth before pulling back and coaxing the other to follow. When he finally came up for breath, his eyes sought Draco’s for permission. “Is this okay?”

“Merlin yes,” Draco breathed, burying his face in Harry’s neck. “I need you, Harry. Please don’t let go.”

Harry had no intention of letting him go anytime soon. Taking a firm grip on Draco and rearranging his slender body slightly, he scooped the other boy into his arms and stood. “Fuck Draco, you really need to gain some weight.” Draco blushed deeply, squirming in Harry’s arms. Did Harry not find him attractive? He was crying freely again as Harry laid him gently on the bed. Oblivious, Harry reached into the bedside table for the box of potions Snape had prepared for him, and finding the numbing salve, brought it out. He started when he saw Draco’s tears, and gently took his new lover in his arms, wiping them away with a shaky hand. “Hush, don’t cry, you’re still beautiful…I-I didn’t mean it really. It’s just. Well, you are smaller than me. I just didn’t expect to be able to pick you up so easy. I’m sorry. I’m being a complete bastard.” Harry shook his head. He’d gone and buggered it all up before they’d even started.

Draco sniffled. “No Harry, it’s not you, I just-I don’t know what the fuck’s wrong with me. I’m acting like a fucking poncy girl.” He laughed weakly, but his eyes betrayed his insecurity.

Harry was quick to reassure him with a kiss. “S’okay, Draco. You’re not a girl. You can cry if you want to, I don’t mind…just tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay? We’re going to do this together, and it’s going to be incredible, I promise.”

Draco was glad someone appeared to know what the fuck to do. He knew what was involved, surely. He wasn’t a naive idiot, but knowing was completely different from doing. “Can we talk later?” He asked meekly. His arousal was flagging, and he’d already waited so long…

Harry chuckled softly and pulled him closer. “Pillow talk and reassurances after, Draco?” He trailed his fingers down Draco’s chest in what he hoped was a sensual caress.

Draco moaned. “Yes Harry.” His moan turned into a small shriek as Harry’s talented fingers were replaced with an equally talented tongue, lapping gently at his nipple. He melted into Harry, the heat rising inside him and that desperate ache returning with a vengeance. “Fuck Harry, please…” He felt Harry move and suddenly he was on his back, Harry’s gentle weight pressing him into the bedding. He moved his hips and spread his legs so Harry could settle between them. Closer. This was it. This was the place he’d been dreaming about for months, and now he was there, and he was barely coherent enough to realize it. Perfect. Harry’s tongue was wrecking complete havoc on his senses and driving him to the brink of ecstasy. When he felt that hot mouth close around his erection, he thought he might die. “Ugh!” was the only thing he managed to say, but Harry’s lust-filled eyes understood it just fine.

Harry stroked the body beneath him, his need to possess Draco completely overwhelming him completely. Draco was fucking his. He was here willingly, and Harry was damned well going to have him. Now. “It’ll be easier on your belly, Draco-”

“No.” Draco stretched, grey eyes catching Harry’s. His voice was firm. “I need to see you. I don’t care. I just need to see you. Just - go slow, okay?”

Harry nodded. “Ok, love.” He kissed Draco’s temple gently and pulled the other boys legs up to grant him access to his entrance. The act of preparation seemed so dirty when one thought about it, but the look on Draco’s face when Harry first pressed his finger into his body was amazing. Draco was incredibly tight, and Harry took his time, filling and stretching his lover gently. “Merlin,” he moaned. “Fuck Draco, I can’t wait to fill you. Make you mine.” His breath came in raspy puffs against Draco’s chest, and the smaller boy felt tears prickle against his heavy eyes again. Christ, not again! Screamed one mental voice, while the other was softly reminding him that this was his first time, and he was allowed to be emotional about it if he fucking well wanted to.

“I’m ready Harry.” Draco panted. “Fuck me.”

Harry paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He’d almost fucking come hearing those words, and he knew he needed to control himself or he’d end up hurting Draco, and he certainly didn’t want to do that. Pulling Draco’s legs up over his shoulders, he positioned himself at the other boy’s entrance, leaning on his forearms over Draco’s head and kissing him desperately.

When Harry first entered him, Draco gasped. Harry’s fingers had felt foreign enough, but the overwhelming fullness he experienced feeling Harry’s cock inside him for the first time pushed all the air from Draco’s lungs and he squeezed his eyes shut against the pressure. The assault of pleasure and pain on his senses was incredible. “Harry, oh. Please!” He pushed his hips up, needing Harry to fill him completely. Needing the wait to be over.

“Hush, Angel.” Harry kissed him again, his hands gripping Draco’s hips firmly. “You’ll hurt yourself. Careful now.” He sheathed himself further in Draco’s body, firmly controlling the motion of his hips and Draco’s until he was fully seated. “Okay now?”

Draco bit his lip, his chest heaving as he adjusted to everything. “Yes. Move, please!”

Harry did, allowing one of Draco’s legs to slip down around his waist as he began a gentle rhythm. “Merlin, Angel…” Harry latched onto Draco’s neck, sucking hard. Marking him. “You’re so beautiful like this, so hot…mine baby, mine.” He whispered the nonsense in Draco’s ear, his own orgasm rushing up to capture him before he was ready.

“Harder Harry….ugh…” The hands preventing his movement earlier were now braced above his head, and Draco undulated harshly beneath his lover, he was so close…He screamed when he came, a solid shriek of ecstasy pouring from his bruised lips. The tightening of Draco’s channel around his cock and the gush of hot come covering his stomach pushed Harry over the edge, and Draco winced as Harry collapsed on top of him roughly.

Harry quickly rolled away from Draco and got out of bed. Draco lay there in confusion, a small kernel of hurt beginning to form in his chest. He watched Harry walk across the room and grab a fresh towel. Seeing him hastily return, Draco mentally chastised himself for being so emotionally dramatic. Once back in bed, Harry wiped up and mess quickly and drew Draco close, inviting the other boy to rest against his chest. Draco obliged, slipping into the embrace with ease and reveling in the comfort of his needed post coital hug. So this is what an afterglow feels like. “You ok?” Harry interrupted his thoughts.

“mmm hmmm.” He mumbled, snuggling closer.

“This wasn’t too fast for you?” Harry asked, concern overriding the exhaustion fast creeping up on him.

“No Harry. I’m good.” Really good, actually. “I’m sorry for crying…I just. I don’t know, really. Fuckin’ hormones or something…” Draco hiccupped, burrowing into Harry’s arms to hide his blush.

Harry smoothed Draco’s hair off his brow, holding onto him protectively. “It’s ok.” He murmured sleepily. “I promise I won’t tell.”

Draco smiled, and as he thought about the evening, his smile turned into a wicked grin. Of course he was ok, as embarrassing as this ordeal had been a mere hour or so ago. Weasley and crew could bugger off. He had Harry. He was Harry’s.


Besides, they were seventeen. They’d get to fuck again soon.

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End