A Series of Detentions 3: Eat Me

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. Ali wrote the first one and VL suggested that 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 they all constitute a part of the whole, but they are each independent.

The titles are based on: 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.

I’d like to thank the other authors Ali and VL, for their encouragement (and badgering for me to get my backside in gear and beta the damn thing)

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. And big thanks to Jynx who first beta'd this for me.

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

Feedback would be lovely.

Disclaimer - none of the characters are mine (if they were then they wouldn't be allowed out by themselves) they all belong to the fantastic JK Rowling.

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Draco Malfoy hadn't been kissed in six days eleven hours and thirty-two minutes. More specifically, Draco Malfoy hadn't been kissed by Harry Potter in six days eleven hours and thirty-two minutes. He knew that after just seven stolen, occasionally violent but always satisfying encounters, it was entirely too early to start counting the minutes between said encounters, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Six days eleven hours and thirty-two minutes was entirely too long to go without kissing Potter, Malfoy decided.

Which is why he purposely knocked his cauldron over the Boy Who Lived. From the look on Snape’s face, that was Potter's detention sorted, now all he had to do was convince the Potions Master that he deserved detention as well.

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Having accomplished mission Get-Detention-with-Potter, Draco had the rest of the day to decide how best to act that night to get what he wanted. All previous encounters had been, as far as he was aware, unplanned, but Draco certainly wasn't going to waste this opportunity by leaving it up to the fates. So he was changing the rules. Should he just play it by ear? Maybe he should provoke Potter into physical violence? Violence meant touching and touching now led to kissing. And stroking. And biting. And sucking.

Draco felt himself begin to harden at the memories; he mentally shook the images from his mind and looked around for something else to concentrate on - it really wouldn't do to have a hard-on in the Great Hall at lunch time. Unfortunately the object of his thoughts chose that moment to wander into his line of vision - sleeves rolled up, tie at half mast, shirt clinging to his broad shoulders, looking utterly shaggable. Now fully erect and thoroughly pissed off that he would have to wait until either his raging hard-on went away or all the other students left, Draco decided that six days fifteen hours and twenty-three minutes was entirely too fucking long to go without kissing Harry Potter. Draco smirked; if he had his way they'd more than make up for it tonight.

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" I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Malfoy, this is the second time in as many months I've had to give you detention," Snape seethed. Draco knew he'd have to play this carefully. If he brushed off Snape’s concern, the man was likely to write to his father, if he apologized or tried to excuse himself, Snape would let him get out of detention - it had happened before.

"I'm sorry, Severus," he put on his best arrogant I-don't-give-a-shit-drawl. "But I couldn't help myself - Potter was looking infuriatingly arrogant this morning." From the death glare Snape was giving him, he may have gone a bit too far....

"I shall try to refrain from interrupting your lessons in future, sir." Apparently satisfied with this response but still pissed enough to keep Malfoy in detention, Snape delivered his usual 'no-magic, clean cauldrons, high expectations' spiel before leaving. Snape had begun leaving his star pupil unsupervised in detentions since fifth year and as long as his allotted task was completed before Snape returned, no questions were ever asked as to how the task was completed.

Casting a quick, but effective 'Scourgify' on the cauldrons, Draco sat down to wait for Potter.

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Having changed out of his potion soaked robes, Harry made his way to lunch with Ron and Hermione wondering, not for the first time, what the hell was going on with his life or more specifically, what the hell was going on with Malfoy and him.

Almost two months ago, in Snape’s detention in the middle of a fistfight, Malfoy had pinned him against a student desk and kissed him. Harry had been slightly traumatized at the time that he had not only kissed Malfoy back but had enjoyed it much more than he should have. So much so that he had almost come then and there when Malfoy had ground his own cock against Harry's.

Since then Harry had come to terms with the fact that he enjoyed kissing Malfoy and could quite possibly fancy the pants off of the other boy. The memory of Malfoy without pants flashed unbidden and unrelentingly in his mind and Harry cursed his teenage hormones, Malfoy, overactive imagination, lack of bulky robes, now tightening trousers and Malfoy once again for good measure.

He glanced towards the Slytherin table, easily picking out the blond who was currently scowling at him. Harry wondered momentarily what he had done to deserve such a look but reasoned that this was Malfoy and he had given up trying to figure him out a long time ago. Still, he much preferred the sly smirk and wink Malfoy had given him after getting them both detention.

Detention …with Malfoy…again…He hardly dared think on what that could mean. The butterflies in his stomach seemed more than a little disturbed by the possibilities racing through his mind.

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Harry made his way to the Potions room later that evening. The closer he got the louder his heart sounded in his ears, his nerves jangling from hours of Malfoy anticipation. He just hoped like hell Snape wouldn't be there. Steeling himself for the worst, Harry took a deep calming breath and walked into the room. He had scarcely entered when he was pushed back against the door, his lips claimed in a hungry kiss. Harry responded to Draco’s ardent attack almost instantly, kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm, his arms encircling Draco‘s slim form.

Draco pinned Harry to the door with the length of his body, leaving his hands free to roam over slim hips and thighs. He tugged Harry’s shirt free of his trousers, whimpering at the feel of hot sweat damp flesh beneath his fingers. He’d been craving this for far too long. Harry’s hands were on his waist, pulling Draco’s lower body even closer as their hard cocks rubbed against each other through their school trousers.

Wanton little virgin, Draco thought in amusement while inwardly cursing. He was in the mood to be fucked tonight… no, he was in the mood to have Harry fuck him tonight, to feel the other boy filling him, thrusting into his body. But, after the fuck-up that was his own lost virginity, he’d sworn never to let a virgin near his ass again. At least, he decided, he could make Harry’s first time enjoyable. If only so that the next time they were together, and they would be – he’d make sure of it - Harry would know what he should be doing.

Remembering that they had a limited time tonight, Draco pulled back slightly to give himself access to Harry’s belt without breaking their kiss. Harry, fast learner that he was, took advantage of his new found space and went about unbuttoning Draco’s shirt, intent on finding new skin to touch and maybe to taste. He we so caught up in his task, Harry didn't realize how naked he was until his arms were roughly pulled back as the shirt was yanked off before he was pushed once more against the door.

The wood biting his bare skin was instantly forgotten as Draco kissed his way down Harry's neck, lips, tongue and teeth working non-stop. Harry loved the way Draco made him feel, the way Draco’s hot tongue slid along the column of his throat, the tingling gooseflesh left in its wake and the way Draco's skin felt under his hands as he pushed the blonds open shirt off.

Tilting his head back to give the blond better access, Harry’s half-closed eyes came to rest on a dark stain on the ceiling. A potions stain. Shit. They were in the Potions room, how could he have forgotten? Harry tried to vocalize this thought but it proved too difficult to ignore

Draco’s tongue and teeth doing wonderfully wicked things to the sensitive skin beneath his ear and the hand creeping ever closer to his groin.

"Err…..Snape?" Draco stilled, hands gripping Harry’s flesh all too tightly in his anger.

"No. Malfoy," he managed to bite out, wondering briefly what the fuck Harry thought he was playing at, calling out their Potions Masters’ name during foreplay.

"I would appreciate it, Potter, if you could at least try to keep track of who you are currently trying to fuck."
Harry very nearly growled at the continued loss of Draco’s lips on him.

"Don’t be a prat, Malfoy." He all but rolled his eyes at the temperamental blond while pulling him close again.

" I meant where is he? When will he be back? I didn’t– I don’t want him interrupting..." Harry caught a brief look of relief and slight embarrassment cross Malfoy’s features before he hid them under his trademark smirk.

"He won’t interrupt,” he muttered into Harry’s neck, causing him to shiver as Draco’s warm breath tickled across his skin.

"He won’t be back for ages," he murmured softly against Harry’s cheek, "and why on earth did you think he could have been here all this time?" A slight, very masculine chuckle with this last.

"Did you really think he would have let me do this?" Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s, tongue expertly flicking out to taste the other man. With a low moan and a hand in Draco’s hair, Harry deepened the semi-chaste kiss, tongue plundering the other boy’s mouth, then running over his lower lip as Draco pulled back to blaze a trail of small kisses to Harry’s ear.

"Would he let me do this?" he asked, before nibbling on the lobe and running his tongue round the shell.

"Or this?" he moved to bite and suck Harry’s collarbone.

"Or this?" his voice, still soft, asked as he began to swiping his tongue across pebbled nipples. Harry didn’t think he’d ever been as hard and as desperate before as he was right then, listening to Draco’s soft husky voice while his mouth worked its way south.

"Or this?" Moving still lower, to his knees this time, Draco grazed a hip bone lightly with his teeth.

"And I definitely don’t think he’d allow this, do you?" he said, voice tinged with laughter, pulling Harry’s boxers down and off, to lick his tongue up Harry’s engorged cock, then circling the head while holding the base to stop any ideas Harry might have of fucking his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Malfoy, please don’t tease," Harry groaned, rocking his hips forward to emphasize his meaning. As if the tugging on his hair wasn’t clue enough Draco thought, amused. Harry really did have a thing for his hair, though, always touching it, running his fingers through it.

The light touches of Malfoy’s tongue were driving Harry half mad with want and, feeling Draco take his cock into his mouth, he moaned, giving himself over to the pleasure of the hot, wet mouth and talented tongue.

Draco sucked lightly on Harry’s cock, hardly moving his head, not willing to give Harry the friction and suction he needed to come just yet. Pulling a pot of lube from his trousers pocket one-handed, he unscrewed the lid and dipped a finger in. Nudging Harry’s legs open slightly, Draco trailed the lubricant over the Gryffindor’s entrance, pressing softly but not breaching.

Emboldened by Harry’s moans and thrusting hips, he increased the pressure, feeling Harry’s muscles clench at the invasion a moment before he squeaked in shock, wide eyes staring directly into Draco’s. Who at that moment was cursing himself into oblivion for rushing Harry before he was ready.

"I - I think…I mean…I’m not..." Harry stuttered.

"S’ok," Draco whispered huskily, standing to kiss Harry.

"S’fine," pressing his lips to the stunned boy's, more forcefully this time.

"Now let’s get you somewhere that doesn’t hurt my knees," he said between kisses, already backing Harry towards a desk. Harry unfastened Draco’s trousers, pushing them out the way, but not fully off, to stroke the blond’s cock. He groaned more from frustration than any real satisfaction. If Harry didn’t stop that wonderfully maddening motion soon, Draco was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from just driving himself into the brunet. He lifted Harry onto the nearest desk, lying him back, legs over Draco’s shoulders as he bent to take the other boy in his mouth for the second time that night.

Harry began to thrust upwards, trying desperately to encourage the blond to stop teasing. Draco took hold of his hips to pull him closer and higher before delving lower, tongue dancing gently over Harry’s balls, then tentatively licking his entrance. Harry continued moaning, his body liking the new sensation in spite of his mind’s reservations about doing anything involving that place.

"Oh gods," Harry bit his lip as he felt Draco’s tongue push inside him, still torn between disgust and elation. A hand moved to stroke his leaking cock, tipping the balance firmly in favour of elation. He’d never felt anything like this before, he’d not even realized it was possible for – for whatever Malfoy was doing to him to feel good, let alone feel this good! He was not simply thrusting into the hand anymore, he was now arching against Malfoy’s mouth as well, wanting, needing more. His heart pounded in nervous excitement as he realized what he was about to do. What he was about to ask for. Panting heavily, his fingers tugging on Draco’s hair,

"Malfoy – more…. Please…. Please more…" Draco raised his head, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"More Potter? Like this?" he asked, mimicking his tongue's earlier actions with a still lubricated but tentative finger. Harry nodded and tried desperately to impale himself further onto the not nearly intrusive enough digit. Taking his wand out of his trouser pocket, Draco Accio’d the pot of lube from where he’d left it.

Slicking up his fingers again, he slowly pushed one into Harry’s body as he leaned over to kiss the brunette beneath him.

"Wait."

He stopped moving completely. What the hell did Potter want or not want now? He’d asked, practically begged for this. Did he have any idea how frustrating this was getting? Harry picked up Draco’s wand from the table where he’d discarded it, pointed it at Draco’s mouth and muttered a quick ‘Scourgify’ before pulling the bemused blond down to meet his lips.

"Cute, Potter. Real fucking cute," Draco murmured, thrusting his finger over Harry’s prostate, while sucking at the soft skin where throat met shoulder. Harry barely noticed when a second digit joined the first, so caught up was he in the feel of Draco’s hand stroking his throbbing cock while fingers brushed over his prostate. As Draco added a third slick finger, stretching him even more, Harry gasped harshly, squeezing his eyes shut. He could hear his own laboured breathing, gasping and panting.

Deciding that Harry was ready, Draco shrugged himself out of his trousers and slicked lubricant over his straining cock, causing Harry to whimper at the sudden loss of contact. Draco stretched over the prone boy, capturing his mouth in a quick and brutally hard kiss.

"You ok?"

Harry nodded, licking his lips "I want…." His voice trailed off but Draco had already stood, repositioning Harry’s legs, that neither of them had noticed slipping, over his shoulders. Holding the boy's hips steadily, Draco nudged Harry’s opening with his cock before slowly pushing inside.

He stopped only when he had buried his whole length inside the Gryffindor, letting him get used to the intrusion. It took every bit of restraint he had not to pull back and do it again…. But this was Harry’s first time, and Draco had promised himself he would make it enjoyable. Pounding into Harry’s hot tight ass, no matter how much he wanted to, would not be considered an ‘enjoyable first time’.

Harry felt himself being pushed apart, slowly spitted. Draco’s cock felt far bigger and hotter than his fingers. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to stop himself crying out at the strange and almost painful feeling of being full. Draco was completely inside him now, the look on his face somewhere between pain and pleasure.

Realizing that Draco was not going to move until he, Harry, wanted him to, he tilted his hips slightly trying to take the other boy's cock even deeper. Draco’s breath hitched and his eyes opened, focusing instantly on Harry’s.

"I’m sorry," he breathed, "I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop if I..."

Harry repeated the hip tilting movement, clenching slightly this time, wanting to feel Draco move, wanting to know if this could feel as good as everything else they’d done. Draco gasped and almost involuntarily rocked his hips.

"Oh god, Potter, do you even have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me?" he asked, pulling out and pushing back in just as slowly as before. He wrapped a hand around Harry’s neglected member whilst rocking his hips slow but steadily. He was unwilling to do anything that would cause Harry pain, unwilling to do anything that would stop Harry arching against him or biting his bottom lip in that utterly fuckable way.

For Harry the initial discomfort was passing under Draco’s careful ministrations. He understood enough about this type of sex to know that Draco was being careful with him – this helped him relax somewhat. Draco cared enough to make this good for him, instead of just sating his own lusts. Harry never thought he’d see the day when Malfoy put someone else’s, let alone Harry’s, wants before his own. Of course, he also never thought he’d see the day when his legs would be draped over Malfoy’s shoulders while he was gently fucking him. Staring up at Draco doing just that, only one thought was crossing Harry’s mind.

“Oh gods, that’s hot." On hearing this, Draco thrust just that little bit faster.

“What is?” he asked breathing heavily.

“Watching you fuck me,” Harry answered panting slightly, moving one Quidditch toned leg to around Draco’s waist and thrusting up against the Slytherin, who evidently hadn’t yet thought about what they were doing in quite those terms yet.

Draco wasn’t sure if it was the words that affected him so much or the thought that Harry was getting off on watching him, all he knew was he wasn’t going to be able to keep to this torturously slow, steady pace. Pulling both Harry’s legs around his waist and dragging the boy’s hips even closer, Draco moaned and brutally drove himself into the boy, much as he’d wanted to do earlier, before withdrawing almost completely and thrusting back in, giving Harry no time to adjust to the drastic change of pace. He knew he should stop, slow down, something – anything! But he could no more stop himself from thrusting into Harry’s tight ass than Harry, at that moment, could have stopped himself from arching up to meet him.

Hands gripping the desk to steady himself, Harry could feel the beginning of an orgasm creeping up with all the subtlety of a freight train. Draco’s hand was still stroking his rigid member while Draco’s cock was hitting Harry’s prostate at least every other thrust as he pounded into him. Harry felt on edge, overloaded with desire, as if this was too much pleasure. It was looking at the other boy that finally sent him over the edge though, watching Draco’s muscles move underneath his skin as he moved, seeing the look of concentrated ecstasy on his face, white-blond tendrils of hair stuck to his head with perspiration. Harry groaned, head falling back against the desk beneath him as he came, coating Draco’s hand with fluid.

“Malfoy – oh fucking hell… Dray…”

Draco’s hand was still on him, easing him through the orgasm, although in truth the blond barely realized it, more concerned with pushing himself into Harry’s now clenching muscles and driving towards his own completion.

Crying out his release, Draco bowed forward, head resting on Harry’s chest with his arms either side of the his lover’s body in pretense that they were holding him up. With some difficulty, Harry let go of the desk and tentatively wrapped his arms around the panting boy half lying on top of him. Without moving, Draco somehow found the breath to speak.

“And next time, Potter, you get to do that to me.”

Trying to catch his breath and waiting for his heart rate to slow, Harry tried to find a suitable response to this. He finally settled on, “There’s going to be a next time?”

“Of course there is. It’s one of the conditions of being my boyfriend. Sex on tap.” Draco had recovered his slightly mocking drawl already and was even debating moving. He had no idea of the time and it really wouldn’t do for Snape to catch them. Apparently Harry was still trying to wrap his postcoital mind around his last statement

“Sex on…? Your boyfriend…? Don’t you think you should perhaps ask me first?” Draco raised his head enough to look at Harry.

“Of course not,” he smiled possessively as he pushed Harry’s glasses back on properly.

“It’s not like you’d say no, is it?” Whatever Harry was about to retort was forgotten as the door opened with enough force to send it banging against the wall before bouncing back. Both boys froze as Snape walked in.

“I suppose it’s too much to expect that you ha- Holy Shit!” Snape exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief as he took in the scene in front of him – Potter was blushing a furious shade of red and looking positively mortified. Malfoy was smirking.

Well, at least some things don’t change, Snape thought.

“Get. Dressed. And. Hurry,” he managed to bite out.

His mind drew a blank as to what else to do in this situation. He wondered if he might think more clearly after a bottle of Fire Whisky, feeling certain it would alleviate his shock. It wasn’t unknown for Hogwarts teachers to catch wayward students in compromising positions, but it was almost unthinkable for it to happen in his classroom. There were very few students who would risk the fearsome Potions Master's wrath.

Snape decided to deal with Potter and Malfoy later; leaving them to worry about what he was going to do to them would suit for the time being. Right now he needed a drink.

“You are both dismissed”

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well....there you go. It's my first fic (slash or no) so I hope you like it and let me know what you think.