A Series of Detentions: Tie Me Up

This story was born out of the idea that if Harry and Draco had a lot of detentions with Snape, interesting things could happen. People might join them... well you'll see. When I wrote this, VL thought it might be fun to do a series that several of us could work on.

As you can tell, we all have different takes on the Harry/Draco relationship. The stories should be read together as each constitutes a part of the whole, but they can be read independently.

The titles are: Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down, Eat Me, Beat Me, Make Me Moan. The criteria we established were:

1) Must involve Harry in detention with Draco.
2) Snape is supervising the detention.
3) Kink (bondage, use of toys etc.) is encouraged.
4) Points if Blaise somehow becomes involved.
5) Even more points if Snape joins in.

This was a lot of fun to work on, and I’d like to thank the other authors VL and Kit, for their encouragement.

Special thanks to Melisande who was our mega beta. It was quite gracious of her to do this, since, while we did beta each other, self editing can get tricky. We’re all going to give Mel karma and cookies and tell her repeatedly how much she rocks. (She made me say that.)

And if enough people are interested, I'm sure we could write more....

Feedback is HIGHLY encouraged and craved, as we are all feedback whores!

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A Series of Detentions: Part 1: Tie Me Up

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Harry looked up into his potions master's face with trepidation.

"What are you dawdling for then, Potter?" Snape snapped. "Come in. You shall serve your detention in here."

Glancing over the boy's shoulder, he spied Granger and Weasley lurking in the hallway.

"Unless you want the deduction of more house points for loitering, Ms. Granger, you and your companion will leave this area immediately," Snape said nastily.

With one last worried look at Harry, Hermione dragged a protesting Ron away.

Snape opened the door to the potions classroom wider and ushered Harry in.

When the door snicked shut, Harry smiled and turned to face the professor.

"Thanks, sir," he said softly.

Snape snorted. "I do this more for him than for you, Potter," he said. "He's through here. Follow me."

The two walked through the potions classroom into the front, where there were several doors. Pointing to one of them Snape said, "I will be out here for two hours grading papers. Whatever you two are doing I really don't want to know, but please put up a silencing spell and be dressed and ready to be released from detention when your time is up."

Smiling his thanks, Harry stepped through the door and into another world.

Draco Malfoy lay stretched out on a comfortable looking four poster bed. He was wearing only sweat pants with a drawstring tied loosely around his waist. His lithe muscled chest glistened in the candlelight.

When he saw Harry he smiled seductively. "Finally!" he said, sitting up. "I was contemplating starting without you. What would you have done if you'd found me entertaining myself, Potter?"

Harry grinned and started stripping. "I’d have watched, of course," he said softly. "Then, when you were done, I’d have made you do it again, just in case I missed anything."

A contemplative look crossed Draco's face. "Maybe next time, then," he whispered, throat suddenly tight from the heat he saw in his lover's eyes.

When he was naked, Harry walked unselfconsciously over to the bed. He put up a quick silencing spell before he carefully placed his wand on the bedside table.

Draco watched avidly, still unable to believe that this beautiful man was his lover of almost two months. His mouth watered at the sight of Harry’s erect, leaking cock.

Harry saw the look on Draco’s face and almost grinned. His lover was an open book, and he found himself wondering how he had ever thought this man cold and unfeeling.

Crawling on his hands and knees over the bed, Harry reached Draco and straddled him. “What do you want, Dray?” he asked softly, his fingers brushing against the blond’s smooth chest.

“You, Harry. Always you,” Draco replied, getting lost in the emerald eyes.

Harry smiled. “I mean... do you want to suck me? Do you want me to suck you?” Harry loved watching Draco’s eyes turn to liquid mercury when he talked dirty to him.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Want my cock pounding into that sweet ass of yours, making you moan and come? Do you want me to lick your ass until you scream?” Harry whispered the words, leaning forward with each one until he was lying on Draco, his lips against the satin skin.

Draco moaned and pulled those torturous lips to his. He filled Harry’s mouth with his tongue and tried to wrap himself around his Gryffindor lover.

Harry moaned into the kiss. He had been turning himself, as well as Draco, on with his words and he wanted to do all that and more with his lover, but time was not on their side.

The kiss broke only when the need for oxygen was critical, and Draco ran his hands over Harry’s ass, moaning as Harry sucked bruising kisses into his neck.

“I want whatever you want, Harry,” he whispered. “Just as long as you’re touching me, it’s fine.”

“I want to fuck you though this bed,” Harry said softly. “And then, if we have time, I want you to return the favor.”

Draco smiled. He loved it when Harry took charge. “Want to tie me up while you do it?” he offered.

Harry hesitated before answering, but his cock jumped at the thought and Draco felt it.

“Oooh. Don’t tell me the Gryffindor Golden Boy is into dominance?” Draco said slyly. “You really are a dream come true, aren’t you?”

“You’d let me do that?” Harry asked. He tried for casual but it was obvious to Draco that he was more than a little interested in the possibility.

“Of course,” Draco confirmed. “I trust you. You can tie me up spread eagle to this bed if you like.”

Confronted with the possibility of acting out one of his favorite fantasies, Harry trembled. “I... I think I...,” he stumbled over the words in his eagerness.

Draco smiled gently. “I think we just decided what we’re doing tonight,” he said brushing a kiss over Harry’s lips. “Go ahead. I don’t mind being tied up. In fact, I like it.”

Harry glanced at Draco’s cock. It certainly seemed interested in the prospect, if the twitching and the leaking could be believed.

“Incarcerous!” Harry said, and Draco found himself securely tied with ropes to the four poster bed. There was some give in his bonds, but not much. He smiled at the hungry look Harry gave him and settled back to enjoy whatever his lover had planned.

Confronted with the sight of his Slytherin lover bound to the bed, Harry’s heart started pounding heavily. Another wave of his wand resulted in Draco’s pants being banished to the chair across the room and Harry gazed at the pale perfection of his boyfriend.

Long lithe limbs, smooth muscled body and an elegant cock. Harry almost laughed at the thought of that word being used to describe a penis, but Draco’s cock was, in fact, elegant. It was thicker than Harry had thought it would be the first time he’d seen him naked, and it was long and bright pink when engorged as it was now. It sprung from a nest of soft silver curls that matched the hair on his lover’s head. If Harry was the golden boy, Draco was the Silver Prince, all pale and glowing like moonlight.

As Harry watched, licking his lips, Draco started squirming under the intense look he was receiving.

“What is it, Harry?” he asked.

“You’re just so hot,” Harry breathed. “I can’t believe you’re actually mine. And that you want me.” Harry thought Draco was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but he wasn’t going to say that at this point in the relationship.

“Anytime and anywhere, babe,” Draco replied. “I’m yours for the taking.”

Harry sat back on his heels and stared. Then, leaning forward, he licked a stripe over Draco’s nipple.

“Going to fuck you blind,” he whispered.

Draco whimpered.

Slowly settling next to his lover, Harry stroked light fingers over Draco’s soft glowing skin. “Have I told you how much I love just touching your skin?” he murmured. “It’s so soft. Even softer than it looks.”

Draco’s hips canted upwards as Harry’s nimble fingers slipped in between his legs and played with his balls.

“Even your hair is soft there,” Harry said as his finger wove their magic. “Do you know for a long time I wondered if you really as blond everywhere as you are on your head?”

Draco gasped a laugh. “What... Harry! Did you truly think I dyed my hair?”

“It’s so gorgeous,” Harry replied. “I didn’t think it possible for someone to have such beautiful hair.” Leaning forward, Harry nipped lightly at Draco’s ear, smiling at the moan he got in response.

“And you’re so sensitive,” he continued, as his hands brushed the delectable erection so lovingly provided by his horny boyfriend. Harry’s mouth watered as he saw the precome seeping out of the tip. His own cock was throbbing as it lay trapped between their bodies.

“Please...”

“And you beg so prettily,” Harry murmured, sucking a vicious kiss into Draco’s neck. “ I love it when you beg, Dray. Do it again, baby.”

Draco shook with need. He both loved and hated it when Harry tormented him like this. Turning his lips closer to his tormentor’s he whispered, “Please touch me, Harry.”

The last word was swallowed as Harry took his lips in a deep wet kiss. Thrusting his tongue into Draco’s receptive mouth, Harry slowly explored, leaving no surface untasted. His hand, in the meantime, was jacking Draco just slowly enough to stimulate but not satisfy.

Groaning, Draco tried to push his cock into Harry’s hand faster, but Harry was having none of that. Pulling back from the intense kiss, he looked at Draco’s swollen lips and smiled.

“Ah ah ah,” he said. “No trying to fuck my hand! I’ll give you something else to fuck.”

Scooting into place between his lover’s widespread legs, Harry smiled up at Draco, whose eyes were locked on him. Then, licking one quick stripe over the head of the weeping cock in front of him, he sucked the entire length into his hot, wet mouth.

Draco screamed and tried to arch deeper into the sucking heat, but the restraints made that impossible.

Harry put his hands under his lover’s slender hips and held them steady as he tried to suck Draco’s soul out of his body. The blond’s head flew back and hit the pillow as he gave himself up to Harry ministrations.

Pulling off with a pop, Harry smiled at the disappointed moan that was torn from Draco’s lips.

“Watch me, Dray,” he whispered. “Want to see your eyes when you come.”

Draco moaned as Harry sucked him in again, but he didn’t take his eyes off of Harry’s. The sight of those soft red lips encircling him was almost enough to push him over the edge, and then Harry hummed and Draco lost it. With another shout, he exploded in seemingly endless spasms down the receptive throat.

By the time Harry pulled off of him, Draco was a trembling heap, a wide smile on his face. He moaned softly as he felt a slick digit push inside him.

“Yessss,” he hissed, as Harry slipped another finger in and brushed against his most sensitive spot, making the blond shiver in reaction.

“Ok?” Harry said as he twisted his finger inside Draco’s heated body.

Draco laughed shakily. “Ok? Yeah, ‘ok’ in the same way that catching the snitch to win the British Quidditch Championships is ok...”

Harry growled and twisted his fingers sharply, and Draco’s last word dissolved in a moan.

Leaning over, Harry whispered against his lover’s lips. “I am going to fuck you through this bed now.”

Looking up into emerald eyes, Draco shivered. “Please,” he begged, squirming to try to impale himself deeper on Harry’s fingers.

Yes, Harry decided. He really did love it when Draco begged....

Pulling back, Harry conjured a pillow to fit under his lover’s hips, and he settled himself between Draco’s lithe limbs.

Whispering a quick lubricating and loosening spell, Harry pushed the head of his cock into Draco’s tight, wet heat. His eyes rolled back into his head at the pleasure, and he gritted his teeth as he slowly pushed inside.

Draco was moaning and panting and begging and it made Harry want to crawl inside him and never come out.

Harry settled himself over Draco, and as his lover’s eyes turned molten silver, Harry steadily thrust over that sweet spot that made Draco see stars. He watched his lover come undone.

When Draco would close his eyes, Harry would kiss him and tell him to open them again.

“Don’t you want to see me fuck you into oblivion?” he said. “Don’t you want to see me as I push my cock into that tight hole of yours?”

Draco lost it, moaning as his tight slick passage spasmed and tried to pull Harry in deeper, but Harry just kept going at a steady pace.

“Merlin! Faster, please...” Draco pled, but Harry wanted him unable to speak, able only to feel.

He plunged into the blond, watching him unravel as he kept up the steady pace.

“Fuck... oh gods...” And Harry kept pulsing into him waiting for the moment that he knew would come, when Draco would be wordless, when all he could do was scream.

And scream he did. He writhed and panted and begged wordlessly, and when he finally gave that sweet scream, Harry lost it and started plunging haphazardly into him, all control gone.

The blond Slytherin tried to move, to push himself further onto Harry, but his restraints prevented it, until Harry, with a roar, spasmed deep inside his lover.

Draco had gotten hard again and with a shout he pulsed and warm fluid spread between them.

Harry lay on top of his lover panting. With a muttered incantation he released Draco’s bonds. Draco said a quick cleansing spell and then immediately wrapped himself around the raven haired Gryffindor, and the two fell asleep.

Harry woke some time later, to his lover feathering kisses over his face and neck. Squirming to get a better angle, he finally brought Draco’s lips down to his for a proper kiss.

“Have to get ready to go back out there,” he finally said with obvious regret.

Draco nodded. “Yes, I know,” he said softly.

A quick shower and they were ready to resume their public personas.

Snape knocked a few minutes later. “You two need to work on your silencing spells,” he said gruffly.

Harry blushed. Did that mean that Snape had actually heard them? He glanced at Draco, who had an odd look on his face.

Why, you old perv, the blond Slytherin thought. You think that was anything, we’ll give you something to hear next time. He winked at Harry, who stifled a laugh.

“Are you gentlemen ready?” he asked. At their nods he walked them to the door and opened it. As expected, two groups of students stood there shooting glares at each other.

“Mr. Malfoy. You may leave now.”

Draco sauntered past Harry and out the door. He sneered at the Gryffindors who had come to meet Harry after detention and with a dramatic, almost Snape-like whirl of his robes, stalked off, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Harry’s fist clenched momentarily when he saw Pansy Parkinson place a proprietary hand on his lover’s arm.

“And you, Mr. Potter,” Snape continued. “You too may go, although I expect you shall do something to deserve detention again soon.”

Harry walked into the hallway, where he was hugged by Hermione and clapped on the back by Ron and Seamus. Snape’s door closed abruptly.

Ron smiled at him. “Bet you’re glad that’s over,” he said, shooting an angry glare at Snape’s closed door.

Harry smiled. “You have no idea,” he said.

~Fin