Draco Get's His

I saw this little challenge and I just couldn't resist. This is a one shot and it's solely discipline. No smut or kinky sex. Sorry. As always, I own nothing. Ignore HBP, I have.


Draco smirked cruelly and circled around the Gryffindor, practically purring in her ear,” Filthy little mudblood.” Hermione bit into her lip hard but said nothing. She’d been completely out of sorts for the last few weeks and Malfoy was on some kind of tear. He and a bunch of his Slytherin cohorts had managed to corner her and he’d immediately started badgering her about her looks, and her intelligence and her blood.

Acting as ring master, moving gracefully around to make sure the Slytherins were all watching him,” This is how you treat a little mudblood Gryffindor. I expect-“

” I expect you’ll be running like hell, now.”

Malfoy froze for a moment before slowly turning, eyeing the angry raven haired Gryffindor with a sneer,” Or what, Potter?”

Harry cleared his throat and the entire DA poured out of the corridors, surrounding the Slytherins with their wands at the ready,” Or we’ll use force.” Draco paled just a little. He didn’t have time to reach for his wand, let alone form some kind of defense. The Slytherins glared at their enemies, sending Draco pleading looks to get them out of this and he was absolutely clueless. He’d really stepped into it this time. Harry’s eyes swept over to Hermione who was still eyeing her books,” Mione?”

She sighed softly, her hazel eyes looking up, filled with pain that didn’t have anything to do with Malfoy’s taunts. She’d learned to filter it out, like background noise. She’d discovered if she were quiet he quickly grew tired of throwing insults and moved onto someone more reactive,” Fine.”

Malfoy shrugged and pushed his way to Potter,” See, Potter, nothing-“ Draco’s mouth continued to move though no sound came out. He clutched his own throat before looking around wildly and glaring, pointing at Harry, then his wand, then back to Harry. He kicked the wall and his mouth continued to uselessly move.

Harry rolled his eyes,” Oh, I’ve had enough of this.” Grabbing up a handful of the back of Malfoy’s robes and dragging him along,” Do what you want with them...nothing permanent, Ron.” The redhead pouted in disappointment before eyeing Zabini with a gleam in his eyes.

***

Harry was actually thankful to the Quidich gods at the moment. He was half a head taller than Malfoy and a stone heavier thanks to his practices, not to mention his yard work all summer for his aunt and uncle. The pale blond was close to petite and it was about to be a stunning disadvantage.

He’d had it with this bratty Slytherin. Did he have no heart whatsoever? Couldn’t he see how much pain Hermione was in? Probably not. The only pain he knew and understood was his own. Rather convenient then because he was in a mood to dispense it. He dragged the struggling Slytherin to an abandoned classroom and kicked open the door, a cloud of dust kicking up with their entrance.

Throwing Draco across the room, grinning as he watched the blond skid inside and turn, falling down with a grunt, he turned and spelled the door locked and silent. Casting aside his school robes, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and enjoying Malfoy scoot away in fear,” Won’t do you any good, y’know?”

Draco jumped, back hitting the wall and looking around wildly, hoping to find an exit. That is until he spotted the wand up his sleeve and went for it,” Expelliarmus!”

And away it went, right into Harry’s hands, in fact. Moaning
in defeat, licking his lips and holding up his hands,” Alright, Potter. I’ll stay away from your little mudblood friend.”

Shaking his head slowly, walking over to the bookcase and putting the acquire wand on top of it, safely out of the way and out of Malfoy’s reach,” You just like to dig a bigger hole, don’t you?” Draco looked up with a confused frown and Harry sighed, but feeling oddly patient,” Admitting defeat and yet still insulting my friend is not helping your case. You’d be better off shutting up.”

Draco blinked once but his expression didn’t alter. And he wouldn’t be Draco Malfoy, prince of all gits if it had. Harry shook his head and pointed his wand at the blond, Draco yelping as he was slowly lifted into the air,” What the bloody hell are you doing? You can’t-“ His voice cut off again, Harry sighing in relief.

“ Ahh...silence. What a nice change.” Draco scowled fiercely, closing his mouth and concentrating on trying to escape. He flailed wildly, trying to find purchase but Harry ignored him for a moment, pushing back a few desks and clearing up the dust before persuading the magic to bring the Slytherin to him.

He transfigured the desk into a plush chair and sat down, getting comfortable and toying with the ruler he’d scooped up off the floor. Mentally smirking as he forced Draco to his knees. It wouldn’t be a ruler for long. Grabbing the squirming, wiggling Slytherin he forced him over his legs and cast two sticking charms. Malfoy’s knees were now stuck to the arm rest and his stomach was stuck to his thighs.

Harry whipped up Draco’s robes, the blond jumping in surprise before stilling, tremble slightly and trying to crane his neck back to look at him. Waving his wand, Draco’s pants of breath audible once more. The blond frowned before licking his lips, his voice wavering. He was so frightened. So completely helpless and he’d never felt as much in his entire life,” What are you d-doing?”

Transfiguring the ruler and leaning it against the chair, putting his wand off to the side and unbuckling Malfoy’s pants,” I am depantsing you.”

Feeling heat creep up his face, tone whiny as he wiggled,” Why??”

Shrugging,” So the shorts can come down.”

Growling and trying to move, beating his fists into the thighs under him and not getting a very good angle to accomplish it,” Let go of me you perverted-“

Whap.

Draco froze in shock, heat rushing over his face and eyes wide. That had stung. He had no idea his bum was that vulnerable, having never been hit there. He was so startled he didn’t dare move, even when both pants and shorts were pushed to his knees and Potter now had an excellent view of his naked ass. But the Boy-That-Lived didn’t touch him or molest him as he feared, in fact his robes were moved back to protect his modesty as Harry sighed. Was he going to be released?

He’d never been so lucky,” This is going to happen, Malfoy...and it’ll be up to you for how long. I will have an honest promise that you will never attack, verbally or otherwise, Hermione again and...that you will apologize to her tomorrow in front of the whole school.”

Draco shook his head, ignoring such a ridiculous statement,” What do you mean this is going to happen? What are you talking about?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, surprised and yet not,” You’ve never been spanked, have you?”

Wiggling without success,” What are you bloody talking about??”

Sighing,” When muggle parents scold their children, some of
them need to get the point across to brats that just won’t listen. So they use their hand or an implement and smack their bums until the child is repentant.”

Scowling,” So what? What does that have...” Eyes bugging out,” No!”

Nodding firmly,” Oh, yes, you’ve more than earned it. I haven’t yet decided how many but I can promise you will be crying before I’m through with you.”

Snarling back at him,” You won’t make me cry, Potter. Malfoys do not cry.”

Inclining his head,” More incentive then.” Draco started cursing, flailing wildly and feet kicking. But he was stuck even if he wouldn’t accept it. Harry moved his robes back out of the way, ignoring the fresh slew of curses,” This is normally the part where I say this is going to hurt me more than you but it’s a lie. You’re definitely going to be hurting.”

Harry raised his hand, slamming it down to the right cheek with a firm whap! Draco ground his teeth and stilled, deciding he was going to tough it out. Thirty smacks later was an entirely different matter. He was wincing from each firm spank. His bottom was hot and tingling and he could just imagine how much fun sitting down wasn’t going to be.

Rolling his eyes,” I promise.”

Harry stopped to frown at him,” What was that?”

Sighing,” I promise not to mock Granger anymore.”

Harry smirked,” You didn’t even try to keep the ‘fuck you’ out of your tone.”

Sniffing in disdain,” Well what do you expect? You have me over your knees, spanking me as if a child and I’m supposed to meekly obey your every whim?” Snorting,” Right.”

Nodding,” Which is why I brought a back up.” Draco frowned at that, unable to see behind him as Harry grimaced and shook out his stinging hand. Yeesh, if his hand hurt this much so did Draco’s bum. He had to admire the Slytherin on this one point. He had a tougher hide than he’d given the boy credit for.

He scooped up the transfigured ruler and placed the flat end of the paddle down over the pink bottom. It was just long enough to cover both cheeks and the handle was just short enough to make it easy to control,” I will repeat, you will give me a promise that you mean and you will apologize in front of the school.”

Rolling his eyes,” Yeah...yeah...” Harry shook his head and raised the paddle, sending it crashing down and Draco choked out a gasp. He did it twice more, Draco grimacing as his bum felt like it was igniting before whimpering out,” I promise.” Another firm whap and he groaned,” I promise, Potter.” Another,” Potter! You have my promise! OW! I promise, I’ll apologize- Oh! Stop!”

Harry didn’t stop. Didn’t even consider it as he wailed on the wiggling bottom before him, turning it from pink to red and hot. He ignored Draco’s cries and threats and concentrating on blistering his bottom in a well deserved spanking. Draco tried to protect his vulnerable backside with his hands, but they were easily held down. He promised anything and everything he could think of but it just wouldn’t stop.

It was excruciating. It was terrifying. And all too soon tears pricked the corner of his eyes and slowly slid down his cheeks. And still he was paddled. He cried softly at first, his face reddening in shame as tears slid down his cheeks, one after the other. But by the time his bum felt like it had been roasting in fire he’d progressed to blubbering, tears and snot and it was not a pretty sight.

Harry stopped, releasing the hands and rubbing his shoulder, looking down at the mess before him. He’d done this and while there was a certain satisfaction that Malfoy was finally getting his comeuppance he couldn’t help but feel a little bit sorry for him. Just resting the paddle against his fiery skin in warning,” Your promise, Draco.”

Draco wiped at his face and nose, soiling his robes and not giving a damn,” I...p-promise.. I...I’ll ap-pologize and...and...and I won’t...won’t make f-fun of her...I w-won’t come near any of y-you if you’ll...if you’ll...” He crumbled down, face in his hands and sobbing,” Please stop... please stop...please...”

Harry sent the paddle skidding, unsticking the Slytherin,” Alright. It’s over.” Draco didn’t even seem to hear him, sobbing and curling up into a half ball. He thought about fixing his pants but realized that would just be cruel given how much he had to be hurting. In the end Harry whisked them off completely, neatly folded and under his wand and let the long robes protect his dignity. Frowning to himself, he relaxed back into the chair and carefully ran his fingers through the gelled locks, surprised to find they weren’t sticky or hard. In fact, they flowed easily through his fingers,” How did you do that?”

Draco peeked through his fingers, mumbling,” ...a spell...”

Harry nodded absently,” I see...”

Swallowing carefully,” I won’t bother you again...I promise...”

Harry sighed softly, staring out into the dusty classroom and silently mulling something to himself, still gently petting the now quiet Slytherin. Coming to a decision and looking down as Draco squirmed weakly to get comfortable. He smiled just a little and reached for his wand, changing the chair into a sofa and secretly enjoying Draco’s sigh of relief as he could stretch out comfortably without leaving Harry’s lap.

“ I don’t want that promise.” Draco blinked and looked up questioningly,” You’ve been a prat for seven years and it’s the prat I don’t want hanging around. But most of Slytherin seems to deem something about you worthwhile. I have a feeling that bloke hanging about wouldn’t be half bad.”

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips,” Really?”

Nodding slightly,” Yeah.”

Draco sighed softly and closed his eyes,” The entire school?”

Nodding firmly,” First thing in the morning.”

Groaning softly,” Great.”