Draco Malfoy and His Plan

AN: This story has been beta-ed by the wonderful Stef, who kindly offered her services. Any mistakes left behind are still mine.

This is the first sex scene I've ever written, so... be nice?


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Harry’s eyes opened blearily. The last thing he remembered was drinking a Pepper-Up Potion, but he couldn’t have fallen asleep with that.

He struggled to get up, wondering why he was unable to get out of the bed, before he realized there were restraints around his arms and legs. Starting to panic, he thrashed about wildly before hearing a soft chuckle next to him. Dread rose through him. That chuckle sounded remarkably like…

‘Malfoy,’ he breathed, as the blond wizard stood in his view.

“Oh dear, what do we have here? A naked Harry Potter tied up all ready for my pleasure?” Draco smirked.

He had planned for this day for so long, waiting to see Harry Potter lying on his bed and unable to do anything about it. Kreacher had been unusually helpful in this case, switching one of Potter’s potions so that his plan could be carried out in peace.

He could practically smell the fear coming off Potter as he stalked towards the bed, stripping off his clothes at the same time.

Staring at Potter, a wooden chest rose towards him, following the commands issued by his wand. He reached in to pull out a few items: a paddle, a lavender dildo, a knife and a whip.

A trill of pleasure went up his spine as he observed Potter’s eyes widening with shock.

Harry finally found his tongue after what seemed like years. Pulling on the cuffs that held his limbs in captivity, he opened his mouth.

“What the fuck is going on, Malfoy? You wouldn’t be coming close to me with those items, you bloody fuck! It’ll be fucking rape! Let me go!”

Malfoy simply leered at him.

Harry was starting to panic. There was no way he could escape from the cuffs holding him down, unless his magic could save him or something. Malfoy definitely did not look like he was planning anything pleasant for Harry.
Shuddering, he could only watch as Malfoy held the knife towards his body. Realizing that there was nothing he could do to stop the torture that was going to come, he sagged in his constraints.

“Giving up, Potter? Know that you chose this moment to submit to me, and that I’ll forever be the lord of you. Now, how about letting your lord leave some marks on you?”

Harry trembled as the blade move down his ribs. Raising his head a little, he could see blood welling up. To his embarrassment, he could feel himself starting to get hard from the blood play.

He could see Malfoy getting delighted at the reaction he was receiving, and stared in horror as the knife moved closer to his cock. Buckling wildly, he was only saved from further cuts by Malfoy removing the knife away from his presence.

“Careful there, Potter. Wouldn’t like to leave a laceration on this lovely specimen of a body, would we?”

Harry could only grit out, “No more cutting.”

He was still shocked that Malfoy had nearly threatened his manhood. Malfoy pouted at him and swapped the knife for the whip.

“No, Malfoy. There’s not going to be any whipping involved.”

“You’re not letting me have any fun. Who is the actual master here, Potter?”

Harry looked away.

Draco sighed. Potter could be such an uptight arse. He gave up on the whip, changing it for the paddle.

“This satisfies you, O Lord and Saviour of the Wizarding World?”

“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy. Nothing’s going to satisfy me except letting me out of this bed.”

“Not going to happen until I get what I want.”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon. Is that the way to talk to your lord? I should punish you for this.”

Harry suddenly found himself lying face down on the bed, still cuffed tightly with no means of escape. His arse clenched as he anticipated the first blow.

“Count the number of spanks you receive.”

Not willing to incur Malfoy’s wrath and face the whip or something, Harry counted dutifully, his arse smarting more and more to the point where he cried out.


Draco stared at the reddened arse, tempted to do something about it. He sneaked a look at Potter, who was lying there panting heavily.

Crouching over Potter’s arse, he said breathlessly, “Now I’m going to kiss it all better, Potter.”

With that, he placed his mouth on the warm arse, and started licking the skin.

Harry was shocked. That was definitely unexpected. Draco Malfoy willingly kissing the arse of Harry Bloody Potter? The sky must have fallen and knocked him into an alternate reality. However, the feeling of Malfoy’s tongue on his arse was too good for him to think about anything else.

He could feel the muscle getting closer to the crack of his arse. He shivered, not knowing what to expect.

Draco was like a man possessed. Merlin, but Potter’s arse tasted good. He wanted to get to where the taste would surely be stronger, but made sure that he had licked every inch of Potter’s arse before doing so.

Placing his hands on the two arse cheeks, he spread them open, exposing the lovely rosebud hole winking at him. He then licked the crack, from the bottom of Potter’s balls, over the hole, and to the bottom of Potter’s spine. He could feel Potter trembling violently under him.

Potter tasted divine. Draco definitely could not get enough of it. He stuck his tongue into Potter’s hole, wanting more of what Potter had to give.

Harry started thrashing and moaning again. What Malfoy was doing was absolutely mind blowing! He tried pushing back onto the tongue, wanting to get more of it. Nearly screaming when he felt the heavenly tongue move away, he shoved his arse into the air, wanting more. Of what, he was not sure, but he knew that he just wanted more.

He felt a finger poking around his hole. At this point, he was too horny to consider that it was Malfoy who wanted to fuck him, and he was all too glad for someone to just touch him there.

The finger moved in and out. Harry clenched tightly around that finger, and he could hear Malfoy whimper slightly behind him.

“More,” he gasped.

Malfoy happily obliged him by inserting two fingers. One of the fingers crooked suddenly, touching a spot that made Harry scream and react violently.

He thrust his arse into Malfoy’s hand, demanding that Malfoy gave him the satisfaction he wanted. The fingers in him scissored, and pulled out, leaving Harry moaning in distress.

The feeling of what was pressing into him made Harry’s eyes flew wide open. The blunt object was cold and hard, and he immediately knew it was the dildo that Malfoy had pulled out earlier. His stomach spasming in excitement, he tried pushing back onto it.

Draco could not believe the situation he was in. Harry Potter tied to his bed and behaving like a wanton slut? Someone up there definitely liked him. Giving in to Potter’s desire to be filled, Draco pushed the dildo inside him. He also waved his wand, positioning Potter on his back again.

Watching as Potter writhed around the fake cock was seriously arousing Draco. He could not wait to get his own cock in that hot, sinewy body. Moving the dildo in and out of Potter’s arse, he listened to his desperate cries of “Harder!” and “More!”

Finally, he could no longer restrain himself from having Potter’s arse. Pulling the dildo out from Potter’s arse, he pushed himself inside, barely giving Potter the time to whine about the loss of the dildo.

Harry moaned. Malfoy’s hot, hard cock in him felt so good, so much better than the plastic thing masquerading as a cock. Eager to get Malfoy moving, he clenched his buttocks, wiggling at the same time.

Ooh, he could definitely get used to this. Malfoy fucked him like he owned him, and the brushes over his prostate had Harry squealing.

Then, Malfoy changed tactics. He pulled out of Harry’s body, and then entered him with a fierce thrust, aiming at his prostate, which he hit with perfect aim, and stopped there.

Harry screamed, writhing around, trying to find a way to escape the intense pleasure he was feeling. Draco Malfoy was a bloody bastard, he thought, as he felt Malfoy grinding his cock further into his prostate.

Just as he was about to black out from the pleasure he was receiving, Malfoy thankfully moved. His thrusts were now hard and fast, and had Harry whimpering and thrashing about, pumping his hips back at Malfoy as fast as possible.

“Oh god, god, Malfoy, I’m gonna… Ahh!”

Harry screamed as he came, tightening his grip on Malfoy’s cock.

Draco groaned. The tightness was killing him. He thrust into Potter’s body for the final time, and shuddered, spilling his come into Potter’s arse and marking him as his own.

Collapsing on Potter’s body, he heard a voice muttering.

“I hate you, Malfoy.”

“That sounds like a lie to me, Mr. Potter-Malfoy.”