FIC: Stalking Malfoy - Chapter 13: Taking Draco 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: 13/15 Chapter Title: Taking Draco Words: 3466 Words
By the time Harry had stomped down to the Potions classroom, Draco had already arrived. He was perched on a table at the front of the room, legs crossed under his robe. When he heard Harry come in, he looked up. Draco's jaw was set and while he didn't look nearly as angry as before, he looked away rather than meet Harry's eyes.
Severus was sitting behind his desk. He sighed and stood up. "Both of you, come with me," he ordered.
Harry exchanged a worried look with Draco, then remembered they weren't speaking and looked away. Harry reluctantly followed Severus.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
“Somewhere private," Severus insisted, leading them down the hall.
Draco stuck close to Severus with Harry trailing behind. Teacher's pet, Harry thought venomously, then almost laughed. Teacher's pet, indeed.
Harry had never been in a professor's room before, but had he imagined how it would look, this would probably have been the image conjured. The small room with its stone walls and worn secondhand-looking furniture reminded Harry forcibly of his closet at the Dursley's. Though everything was neat, the room didn't seem lived-in somehow; there were no pictures of family and friends, no personal items, no sign that the occupant had put any thought or care into where he lived. There was nothing of Snape invested in the room except the wall-to-wall bookshelves and the worn tomes that occupied them. Across from the shelves was an uncomfortable-looking armchair with an adjacent side table that hosted a single, guttering candle. Harry could easily imagine Snape sitting there and poring over a book into the wee hours of the morning, keeping his place with a long finger while the candle melted into a puddle of wax and finally went out.
Snape led Harry and Malfoy through a door into an adjacent room. When Harry entered, his eyes widened. As uncomfortable as the sitting room had seemed, the bedroom made up for it. The room was completely unfurnished aside from the largest four-poster Harry had ever seen in his life. It was thrice as wide as his own bed in Gryffindor tower, and made up with – with – were those silk sheets? Snape, an owner of silk sheets? The mind boggled.
The only other thing in the room was a big, overstuffed leather chair, that looked like a throne. Snape ushered them in and then cast Locking and Silencing Charms on the door.
“You and Mister Malfoy will resolve this here, not in my classroom," Severus said, sitting down in the chair and gestured at the two of them.
Draco frowned, pursing his lips in a pout. "Nothing to resolve," he grumbled.
"That's right," said Harry woodenly. "We're – whatever we were, it's over."
"So you admit you were just using Draco?" Severus sneered.
Harry felt as though he'd been slapped. "What? No!"
"Then just what is it you wanted from Mister Malfoy?" Severus insisted, one dark eyebrow raised.
Draco was shifting from foot to foot, eyes downcast now. "Severus, don't," he whined.
Harry felt himself getting red. "Dunno," he muttered. "I suppose I wanted a boyfriend. Stupid, right?"
He could swear he saw amusement in Severus' dark eyes and a quirk of those thin lips.
Draco's head snapped up with a gasp. "What?"
Harry got redder. He suspected he must resemble an overripe tomato. "Well? What did YOU want?" he snapped.
Draco opened his mouth to speak but Severus silenced him with a hand held up. "And, what, Potter would that mean to you? What do you think it would mean for Draco?"
"I don't know!" Harry almost shouted. "I've never had a boyfriend before! Or a girlfriend, for that matter."
Severus shook his head and then surprised Harry by switching topics. "How many of Mister Malfoys' memories did you watch?" he demanded.
Harry shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cheeks go red. "Uh. Well. A few."
Malfoy went puce. His entire face, ears and neck flushed. "Shit."
Snape laughed, deep and rough, as he took a seat in the large chair. "So, I take it none of those were of Mister Mafoy's memories of touching himself while calling out your name?"
"Don't ..." Draco whispered, shaking.
Harry was fairly sure that his entire face had turned the same colour Malfoy's arse had been the first night he'd seen them together. "Are you having me on?" he asked suspiciously.
Snape shook his head, still looking amused. "Shall we show him?" he asked a gobsmacked-looking Malfoy. "It seems clear from both the last time ..."
Malfoy's face was red, too, and he looked down at the floor. "He doesn't want that..." he tried to argue with Snape.
"Shut up," Harry said calmly.
Draco's head snapped up in surprise. Before he could reply, Harry walked over to him and cupped his pale, narrow face in his hands. "What do you want, Draco?" he said quietly. "Really want?”
Draco seemed to be having trouble meeting his eyes. He licked his lips, glancing sideways at Severus.
"Tell him," Severus commanded.
Draco seemed to have to force himself to raise his eyes to Harry's. "I ... you. I mean, yes, that's what I want too. You and Severus, with both of you, like you said before, on the tower."
Harry paused. "Could I be ... boyfriends with both of you?" he asked tentatively.
Draco's face flushed again and Harry saw those eyes filled with something new. Where before he'd always seen anger or spite, they were now soft with ... affection? want? Something that stirred his own feelings.
"I want to belong to both of you," Draco confirmed.
"And what of you, Harry? You want to belong to us?" Severus asked, his voice deep with desire, sending a shiver down Harry's back.
Harry licked his lips. He didn't even have to think before the word came to his lips: "Yes." And, "Yes" again, and then, shamefully, a half-whispered, "Please."
"Show us, Harry. Kiss Draco, let him feel it," Severus insisted.
Draco was watching, flushed to his fingertips. Harry took him around the waist, like something out of an old Muggle movie, and pulled him in for a kiss so deep and wet and hot that his toes curled. Harry felt Draco's hands flutter and then come to rest on his sides, gripping him tight as his mouth opened, surrendering with enthusiasm, tongue meeting Harry's. When the kiss ended, Harry felt dizzy. He looked instinctively over to Severus, who was watching them with dark, bright eyes.
"Don't stop. You two played without me," Severus chastised, then smiled. "I'll watch this time."
Harry was momentarily distracted by the idea of Severus watching him and Draco play – those eyes burning into him as the professor's his own erection tented his robes.
When Draco's hand slid between them, down to the bulge straining against Harry's trousers. Draco's grey eyes darkened, focussed on Harry as he curled those fingers around the outline of Harry's cock, squeezing gently. His tongue darted out, licking his lips.
Harry pressed his palm over Draco's, increasing the pressure on his erection. He felt as though he were so hard every vein and ridge on his length would be visible even through the wool of his trousers. He glanced over at Severus – who was watching the scene while rubbed the erection straining his robes – and began to grind a little against Draco's palm. "Watch me, you perverted old bastard," he wanted to say, but didn't dare. "Watch me like I watched you. Come from watching me like I came from watching you ..."
"Don't let him come in his pants, Draco," Severus warned.
Draco smiled, bringing his other hand down to work at unfastening Harry's trousers. Aside from spreading his thighs slightly to allow Draco's hand easy passage down his shorts, Harry offered no help, forcing himself to be as passive as a mannequin even when Draco's fingers found his aching flesh.
Draco pushed Harry's trousers and shorts down with one hand while the other worked up and down his shaft. He leaned forward so that his lips hovered near Harry's, breath mingling.
"You want Draco, Potter? I happen to know he wants you. Has wanted you for a long time," Severus drawled.
Harry's attention was being pretty well monopolized by the hand expertly wanking him as well as the tempting parted lips not an inch away from his face, but Severus's words managed to penetrate even his current state of bliss. "R-really?" he managed to gasp out, looking at Draco. "Is that just – sex talk, or ..."
Draco's blush seemed to imply Severus was telling the truth, but instead of answering, he pressed his lips to Harry's.
All rational thought fled, and Harry was immediately possessed by the single-minded desire to suck Draco's tongue into his mouth like a sweet. So he did. Draco's mouth opened to him, moaning as Harry sucked. His hand stilled, fingers a tight circle around Harry's shaft.
"He'd let you do almost anything to him. Wouldn't you, Draco?" Severus insisted.
Harry pulled away from Draco's mouth reluctantly, wanting to hear his answer. Draco took a step back, releasing Harry and reaching to unfasten his own robes, fingers shaking as he undid the buttons. Harry batted his hands away and replaced them with his own, unfastening the robe and sliding it from Draco's shoulders.
Draco's eyes closed, breathing ragged as Harry revealed his skin. "Yes," he whispered.
Draco's torso was as pale and lean as Harry remembered it, with a light dusting of blond hair around his nipples, which hardened to points under Harry's hands. He rubbed his fingers over the puckered circles, pushing his exposed cock against Draco's groin.
Draco's hands reached, sliding up Harry's hips, pushing his shirt up as he did. Harry helped him this time, yanking his shirt over his head. He wrapped his hands around Draco's waist and leaned his bare chest against the other boy's, burying his face in the soft place where Draco's neck met his shoulder and breathing in the sweaty scent of him. Harry could feel Draco's quick pulse beneath his lips, hear the soft gasp as he nibbled at the tender skin, then lathed it with his tongue.
Those pale hands slid up Harry's back kneading his muscles as he did. "Harry," Draco whispered.
From his seat, Severus gave a satisfied-sounding laugh. "Exactly."
Harry let his hands travel down Draco's waist, lingering at the small of his back, then delving into his trousers to cup the smooth swell of his arse.
Draco bucked forward against Harry, groaning and pressing his face into Harry's hair. "Want you," he whispered.
Then Draco's mouth was on his again and Harry found it rather difficult to think about anything else. Harry yanked Draco's shirt out of his pants and trying to unbuckle his belt all at once. What idiot had invented clothes, anyway? He wanted hot skin against his, and he wanted it now. Draco allowed it, even helping until his clothes gave way, only some of them tearing as Harry tossed them to the floor.
Harry, patience spent, kicked off his own shoes and got his trousers off his ankles, then turned, bore Draco down onto the bed, and set about relieving him of his underwear as well. When he pulled down the strained white fabric Draco's erection bobbed up, dark and demanding. Harry swallowed him down in one ravenous gulp, pulling back to suck the head only when his eyes began to water.
Draco stretched out on Severus’ bed, back arching and limbs trembling. His fingers clutched at the bedding. It was different this time, sucking Draco. Harry didn't feel like a fumbling idiot now, or at least not as much of one. It was like a newly-awakened second nature, trailing his mouth along the fat vein on the underside, flicking Draco's frenulum with his tongue. He tugged lightly at Draco's balls, then harder after Draco's urgent gasp.
The next time Harry's lips closed around the crown, Draco cock jerked, filling Harry's mouth. Harry choked a little, but swallowed what he could. After Draco had spent the last of his orgasm, Harry slid the softening cock from his mouth.
"Well, you are certainly learning these lessons faster than others," Severus chided.
Harry smiled lazily against Draco's thigh. "You're getting hard again already," he teased. His own erection lay thick against his thigh. He wanted to touch himself but didn't dare without Severus's permission.
"You'll find Draco has amazing recuperative powers," Severus added with a smile. "Spread yourself for him, Draco," Severus ordered and Draco did, bending both knees and holding them.
"Please," the blond whispered.
Harry looked over at Severus. He was sitting with his hands on the arms of the chair, ignoring the obvious bulge at the front of his robes.
"What do you want me to do to him?" Harry asked.
"You haven't fucked anyone yet, have you?" Severus asked.
Harry shook his head. He looked down at the juncture of Draco's spread legs. His cock was hard again, drawn up against his stomach. Below the tight pouch of his balls was the tight knot of muscle – so small! Harry couldn't imagine breaching it with a finger, let alone his cock.
"How – how do I –"
Draco held out his hand, pointing beside the bed. "Jar," he said.
Harry plucked the jar from the side table and weighed it in his hand apprehensively. It was full of sweet-smelling oil. "What do I do with it?" he asked, confused.
Severus snorted. "He wants you use it to prepare him, Potter. Dip your fingers into the oil and push them inside his arse."
"Oh!" Harry squeaked, going red. "Right. Well. I'll just, er, get on with it then, shall I?"
Draco shot Severus a annoyed look, but then looked up at Harry. "Yes, it won't take long," he assured Harry. "Just start with one."
Harry dipped his fingers in the oil and slid them down Draco's crack, breath hitching in shock at his own boldness when his fingers found the tight knot of Draco's anus. He circled the rim with his fingertip – it was so small! How could something as wide as a finger fit, never mind a cock?
"Don't worry, you've seen him take it, Potter," Severus chided.
Draco frowned in the other man's direction, but pulled his own knees up, spreading himself even wider. "Go ahead," he encouraged Harry.
Harry bit his lip and pushed his oil-slick finger against the little hole with as much pressure as he dared. To his surprise, the digit sank in without too much effort. The feel of that tight, hot channel opening readily to allow him inside almost pushed him over the edge, and he had to reach between his legs and squeeze his balls firmly to stave off the orgasm that threatened to end this before it had even begun.
Draco shuddered, eyes half-closed and fingers tight on his own thighs as he held himself open. "Yes, like that. More."
Harry withdrew his finger partway, then pushed it back in, rubbing experimentally against the spongy walls of Draco's rectum.
"Oh!" Draco gasped, eyes closing for a minute.
"We may have found a subject Potter learns quickly," Severus taunted.
Harry flipped him the bird with the hand not otherwise engaged.
"You have other uses for those," Severus replied.
"More," Draco encouraged.
"Another one?" Harry asked, probing lightly at Draco's stretched entrance with the tip of a second finger.
"Yes, another," Draco whispered, looking up again.
Harry obliged, sliding the second finger in alongside the first. Draco's mouth opened in a gasp and Harry couldn't resist leaning down to capture the other boy's bottom lip between his teeth as he plunged his fingers deep inside of him.
Draco was panting, mouth open to Harry. He released one of his legs, hooking it around Harry's hip as he brought his hand up to grip Harry's shoulder.
Encouraged, Harry began to move his fingers in and out of Draco's arse, experimenting with the angle to see what reactions he could elicit from Draco. Draco lifted his hips even more, and Harry's fingers found a bump inside of him. The reaction was immediately, with Draco shuddering, hand once again tightening on Harry.
"Looks like Potter has discovered the prostate," Severus observed. "Now if he can only do that with his prick."
Intrigued, Harry rubbed the place again. "This feels good?" he asked.
"Yes, Potter, it does. And unless you want Draco to come again before you get to the act itself, you'd better get on with it," Severus drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes but obeyed, reluctantly withdrawing his fingers from Draco's body. His anus was left glistening with oil and gaping slightly, an indecent gap between his spread legs that Harry wanted to fill and fuck and own more than he'd ever wanted anything. Clumsily he pushed the leaking head of his penis against Draco's hole, a shiver running up his spine at the feel of the rim of it contracting around his tip. "This is okay?" he whispered, searching Draco's face for permission, consent.
Draco took a long shuddering breath, blinking grey eyes at him. "Please, do it," he answered.
That was all Harry needed. In one stroke he had buried himself to the hilt in Draco's hot, tight, clenching, moaning, sweet, slick, incredible body and Merlin's sweaty balls, it was the most fucking amazing sensation that he had ever, ever experienced.
"Bloody hell," he managed to choke out, half-collapsing onto Draco.
Draco wrapped hooked both legs high on Harry's hips, trembling. One of his hands had flung out, fingers gripping the sheets. The sheets of Severus' bed.
"This what you wanted, isn't it, Draco? Finally getting fucked by Potter," Severus growled.
"Harry," Draco whispered, though it was unclear as to whether he was speaking to the boy on top of him or correcting Severus.
Harry had his eyes squeezed shut and was clutching Draco's arms with bruising tightness. "Am I allowed to move?"
"Oh, pleasssse move," Draco whimpered.
"I'm – urhg – not going to hurt you?"
"Fuck him already, Potter!" Severus snapped at him.
Harry needed no further prompting. He pulled out of Draco and slammed back in, gasping in pleasure at the grip around his cock, at the sound his balls made as they slapped against Draco's crack. He crashed his mouth into Draco's in a kiss that was all teeth and chin and insistent tongue as he thrust into the gorgeous slick heat of his rectum.
Draco responded eagerly, hands clutching at Harry and legs pulling on Harry, so that Draco arched up into those thrusts. His tongue met Harry's, twisting with him and he made the most obscene whimpering noises.
"You feel so good," Harry groaned, "so FUCKING good, Draco – god – " He pushed his hand between their bodies and grasped Draco's cock, bouncing hard and red against his belly and leaking a trail of pre-come from the slit.
"Har-ry!" Draco shouted, shuddering and Harry could feel Draco's cock twitching with the touch.
"He won't last long now," Severus said, sounding amused.
Harry leaned down and sucked on Draco's neck while dragging a palm roughly over his cock. His thrusts were less frantic now, but no less brutal, and if the rational part of Harry's brain had not been utterly consumed with screwing Draco into the mattress he might have been concerned for the other boy's welfare.
Draco keened and his entire body spasmed, come spurting between them, hot and slick. The feel of Draco's semen coating his hand tipped Harry over the edge, and he came in sympathy, crying out wordlessly as he spent his pleasure inside Draco's welcoming body.
After the last of his orgasm left him, Harry collapsed onto Draco's chest, sweaty and sated and utterly spent. He wanted to tell Draco how completely fucking incredible it had just been, but his muscles had gone loose and floppy and all that would come out of his mouth was a blissed-out little whimper.
Draco shifted, legs sliding off Harry's hips and down to the bed. Harry could hear the other boy's heart still hammering in his chest. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Draco's sweat-damp hair. Draco looked surprised, eyes widening.
"If the two of you are finished," Severus drawled from where he sat in his chair.
Harry looked over at Severus, ready to snap a few choice words to say about greasy perverts who wouldn't even let a bloke enjoy his first five minutes as a non-virgin in peace, but when he saw the neglected erection bobbing between Severus's thighs he forgot all his insults.
"Er, do you want to take care of that?" Harry suggested tentatively.
"Draco, come here," Severus said, voice as heated as his expression.