FIC: Stalking Malfoy - Chapter 12: Unresolved Title:Stalking Malfoy Authors:slashpervert and pierrot_dreams Betas: Jake and Mini Mouse. Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: ADULT! Genre: Smut Length: 41,780 words (15 chapters) Pairing: Severus/Draco/Harry (Severus/Draco, Harry/Severus, Harry/Draco as well as Draco/others in backstory.) Summary: Harry is determined to catch Malfoy and Snape plotting evil. What he finds shocks him even more than he imagined. The worst shock isn’t that Malfoy and Snape are shagging, but that Harry is more turned on by that than he has ever been. (Sequel to Stalking Malfoy's Arse, or Midnight Machinations.) Warnings: (Mark to read.) Language, M/M & M/M/M sex including anal, oral, threesome, voyeurism, mild D/s, spanking. Teacher/student. Adult/teen age disparity. Notes: PWP. Canon to OTP, AU from sixth year. Snape teaching potions. The first draft of this was written a couple years ago. Icon from, with permission, Veridari's art, Desired. Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright or trademark infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 12/15 Chapter Title: Unresolved Words: 1545 Words
Getting sucked off by Harry Potter should have been the highlight of Draco's week. In fact, given how long he'd lusted after the git, it should have plastered a permanent smile on his face. Instead, he was now wishing he'd thrown himself off that tower rather than follow the Gryffin-dork down to that empty classroom.
He didn't know if he should be furious or relieved when Potter proceeded to ignore him for the next two days. Draco scowled, stomping around and snapping at everyone so that even other Slytherins were edging away from him.
Then there was Severus, who had, apparently, also been having Potter suck his dick. Draco couldn't seem to make sense of Severus' behavior in the whole mess, especially after how jealous he had been previously. What was he up to? Had Draco just been someone to dally with until someone better – The Chosen One – came along? Or was this part of some plan to seduce Potter and turn him over to the Dark Lord?
Draco found his stomach flipped painfully when he thought of that possibility. Draco hated the Dark Lord with a sick dread that he had learnt to mask. He trusted Severus, but he still hadn't really decided what long-term game the Professor had planned.
Draco's appetite was gone and he was losing sleep. Whenever he glanced toward the front of the Great Hall, it seemed that even Severus was ignoring him. By the time Draco stumbled into Potions Class, he was distracted and grumpy, moving to a seat away from everyone else.
Potter was sitting with Granger and Weasley. They had their heads together, Granger's mousy mane clashing sharply with Weasley's ginger. From their expressions, they seemed to be sharing a joke.
As though sensing Draco's eyes on him, Harry looked up sharply. Draco wanted to look bored and superior, but his jaw clenched and he unable to stop the heat that crawled up his neck and over his face. He forced himself to look away, focusing on Severus. It didn't help. Severus was eyeing the two of them with a sour, speculative look.
Draco hadn't even heard what potion they were supposed to be brewing. He dragged out his potions book, hoping to figure it out when he heard Severus call out potion pair assignments – "Malfoy and Potter."
Immediately, Harry's spine went rigid. Granger and Weasley tried to shoot him sympathetic looks, but his eyes were locked on Snape, as though willing him to take it back.
Draco sat rooted to the spot unwilling to act on the command. Snape refused to meet Draco's eyes, continuing his "random" pairing as the rest of the students moved around trying to take their new spots.
Clearly, Harry was also not prepared to move. Both of them stubbornly still as the other students shuffled into their new pairings, Crabbe reluctantly plopping down next to Seamus Finnegan and Granger perching gingerly across the table from Pansy Parkinson.
"Potter, you were given an order," Severus snapped.
Harry's lips thinned to a straight, grim line. Slowly he stood, collected his things, and stalked over to Draco's table. He dragged a stool over from the neighboring work station, ignoring Lavender Brown's squeal of indignation, and sat as far away from Draco as he possibly could without blocking the aisle.
Draco found he was gripping the edge of the table so hard his hands hurt. He forced himself to let go and return to looking in his potions book. His mind was spinning, trying to figure out how not to talk to Potter and get through the lesson. Draco heard the other students talking about ingredients, "shivelfig, wormwood..." and he realised they would be brewing the Elixir of Euphoria.
"Right," said Harry, through his teeth. "What first?"
"Get the ingredients, Potter," Draco snapped, setting the cauldron in place.
Harry glared at him sideways. "Don't. Tell me. What to do."
Draco seethed, feeling set-up by both of them and wishing he could just hex Potter instead. Potter, for his part, had ducked down into the folds of his robes and was directing his glare at the floor between Snape's robes.
"Well, Potter, didn't you hear Mr Malfoy's instructions?" Snape continued.
Harry got up, not removing his eyes from the floor, and stomped over to the supply cabinet, where he began noisily rummaging for ingredients.
"Mr Malfoy, I expect you and Mr Potter to find a way to ... get along, in and out of my classroom," Snape whispered and Draco felt a shiver of memory, him on his knees in front of Potter, sucking him.
Harry clattered back with an armful of jars, which he dumped in front of Draco.
Draco's jaw tensed, trying to control his reaction. He gave Severus a nod, even if he wanted to yell at him for starting this whole mess.
Severus moved on to inspect, and jeer at, the progress of other students. Draco turned and began sorting through the jars. "Good, will do ... that's disgusting. Did you just grab the first thing of the shelf?"
"No," Harry ground out. "Shrivelfig, porcupine quills, castor beans, and wormwood." He jabbed a finger at each jar as he named them. "I'm not an idiot, Draco."
Draco snorted but picked up the jar with the shrivelfig and a knife, working to skin it for the potion. Harry seemed to think he'd contributed enough to their efforts. He poked half-heartedly through dried sheaves of wormwood, pretending he wasn't watching Draco from under his fringe.
The observation made Draco nervous and he slipped, cutting more off than he intended. "Well, don't just stand there. Prepare the castor beans," he hissed.
Harry shot him a look of utter loathing. Still, he threw a handful of beans in the mortar and began crushing them with a rather worrying gusto.
Draco tried to focus on the task, cutting the rest of the shivelfigs and then reached for the wormwood. His hand collided with Harry's.
"Problem?" Harry snapped, closing his fingers over the wormwood.
"You haven't even finished the beans and I don't want you ruining the wormwood," Draco snarled, shoving Harry back.
Harry smacked Draco's hands away. "I'm multi-tasking!"
"You're an imbecile," Draco retorted, grabbing Harry's wrist to stop him from touching the wormwood.
"Look who's talking!" Harry pushed Draco's shoulder.
Draco felt humiliated. How dare Potter do this to him, after ... well, after. He grabbed Harry’s other arm and shoved.
Harry shoved back. Soon they were pushing each other back and forth and shouting obscenities at each other.
The rest of the room watched, friends of both sides jeering insults at the opponent of their house's "champion." Draco managed to twist, trying to get leverage over Potter, and to his surprise, they both went down, falling to the floor and knocking over chairs.
Harry was at least ten pounds heavier. He managed to roll over on top of Draco, pinning him to the floor.
The pressure of Potter's thighs, holding his and the other boy's groins together, sent a sudden rush of arousal through Draco. He flushed in embarrassment, feeling renewed anger at his helplessness. "Get off me!" he hissed.
Potter's eyes went wide with surprise. Before he could respond, Severus's shadow fell over them.
"Stop this instant and get up!" Severus' voice sent a chill down Draco's spine, but really didn't help his problem.
Harry pushed himself off of Draco and rolled onto his feet. "Sorry, sir," he said sullenly.
Draco scrambled to get up, pulling his robes to that they closed more over his front, to conceal his state. He glared at Potter, who had never spoken so differentially to Severus before. "Arse," Draco muttered under his breath.
Severus' frown deepened. "Brawling, Misters Malfoy and Potter? Both of you will fail today's lesson and report for detention tonight."
Potter looked positively murderous. He grabbed his books off the table and stalked out of the classroom without another word.
"Clean up the mess, Mister Malfoy," Severus ordered and turned his back on him, calling the rest of the class back to work. Draco was so angry he could barely concentrate to use a spell to clear away the potion leavings. When he was done, he hurried back to the dorms before anyone could speak to him.
Harry begged off the rest of his classes for the day, claiming food poisoning from a bad Honeydukes pastry. Instead he lay in bed, paging through a history of Quidditch. It took him ten minutes to realise he was holding it upside down.
When Ron came to collect him for dinner, he found Harry pacing up and down in front of his bed.
"Hermione thinks you've gone mad," Ron informed Harry cheerfully. "Me, I think clocking Malfoy is the sanest thing you've done in years."
Harry was not ready to tell Ron just how far Malfoy had driven him round the bend. "The git deserved it," he said fiercely.
"Oh, I believe you, mate," Ron laughed. "Probably spouting off his Pureblood shite again, right?"
"Something like that," Harry muttered.
"Too bad you decided to take down the ferret in front of Snape. Should be an interesting detention."