Title: A Punishment Most Cruel
Summary: The most difficult thing to do as Headmaster of Hogwarts is convincing Draco that they can't do anything that starts with stripping in the Headmaster's office. What happens when Draco makes an offer Harry can't refuse?
Warnings: Post Epilogue, AU, slash, voyeurism, wanking, anal sex, bad pun, vulgarity.
Total word count: 1,500
Original prompt request number: 196
Fourth prompt at link
Disclaimer: This story/artwork is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's notes: Spell Induviae = clothes. Exuo = to divest, strip off. Made by me, translated here: http://humanum.arts.cuhk.edu.hk/Lexis/Latin/
A very special thanks to the Mods. They were great! *HUGS the Mods*
Beta(s): My LJ Sisters x_merlin, mon_aim_runa and brighty18
The wizard sitting behind the desk sighed. Before taking off his glasses, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Rotating his shoulders, he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I can do that," the blond said, sensually stroking his Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book, "and a lot more to relieve your tension."
"You are part of the reason for my tension, sitting there looking…."
Draco stepped behind Harry and began rubbing his shoulders and neck.
"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Harry sighed dreamily, closing his eyes.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Draco slowly began loosening Harry’s tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
Harry moaned softly, but it wasn’t until Harry felt Draco’s expert fingers on his nipples that Harry’s eyes flew open. "Draco, stop. Stop! I told you -- not in the Headmaster’s office, especially with the portraits of Dumbledore and Snape, um, watching."
Harry noticed that Snape’s portrait appeared to be leering, while Dumbledore’s eyes sparkled with youth and mischief. Harry felt slightly embarrassed about his feelings and thoughts as the old wizard’s gaze penetrated him from the portrait.
Draco sighed. Giving Harry’s nipples a quick pinch, he whispered fervently in his ear, "Well, Harry, if you’re sure." Draco quickly licked the brunet’s earlobe before moving away.
As Harry buttoned his shirt and straightened his tie, Draco slipped off his own robe and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Draco, please. I have all these letters to send out to our new first-years."
"Surely," Draco smirked, "you don’t think Elphias behaved himself when Dumbledore was sending out your letter. Why, I bet that there were even some remnants of hot Dumbledore and Elphias--"
"Stop right there, I already told you not in this office, and no, I don’t think that Elphias and Dumbledore--" Harry’s words were cut off as he looked at Dumbledore’s portrait and saw the old wizard's blue eyes sparkle with something that Harry chose not to think about. Harry shook his head to clear the unsettling image and tried to return to the task at hand.
The sound of a zipper brought his attention back to Draco.
"Draco, please, I have…"
"I know you said you have work to do. I know you said not in your office, the Headmaster’s office, but it’s called the Headmaster’s office for a reason. But you didn’t say that I couldn’t pleasure myself, Headmaster," Draco finished smirking.
"A Muggle pun, from you, and such a bad one at that. Draco, I’m surprised," Harry groaned, his head snapping up and eyes narrowing at Draco.
Harry knew that this was a battle of wills and he was determined to win, although he knew he lost when Draco spat into his hand. It was a gesture so unbecoming a pure-blood that it only added to the eroticism of it. As he watched, the pale hand slowly closed around the blond’s cock, making Harry’s traitorous cock twitch.
Draco slowly stroked his own cock while sucking one by one the fingers of his other hand. Harry watched as Draco took his spit-laden fingers and rubbed them over the scars on his chest. Scars that Harry had inflicted in what seemed sometimes like only yesterday, and at other times, another life altogether. Those scars had since become a form of foreplay between them, a source of pleasure instead of pain.
Harry was unaware that his breathing had sped up and that he was licking his lips. These little tell-tale signs didn’t escape Draco, however. He looked at Harry and held his gaze while rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock. The pre-cum glistened on Draco’s cock as his hand picked up speed, almost with a will of its own.
Eventually Harry’s own hand found its way inside his trousers and began stroking his cock. Emerald and stormy-gray eyes bore into each other’s souls as Draco’s breath quickened. Calling the gods and Harry too, Draco spilled himself into and onto his hand.
Harry watched, mouth open as Draco proceeded to smear his spunk on the scars. Panting, the blond smirked as he coated each scar with his liquid release. "T-that could have been in you, Headmaster Potter, but you, oh Chosen One, chose otherwise. Your rules, your loss," Draco said as he proceeded to lick his own release off one of his fingers. Then strutting over to Harry, he rubbed some of his remaining release on the faded lightning bolt scar on Harry’s forehead.
“Your new Care Of Magical Creatures professor has to meet Hagrid in The Forbidden Forest, Headmaster. It’s been fun,” Draco finished rubbing another cum-laden finger across Harry’s lips.
Harry didn’t even have time to respond as Draco Apparated out of the office leaving Harry to finish himself, an empty tingling in his arse.
Harry didn’t see Draco the rest of the day. The Marauders' Map seemed to have disappeared, so it wasn’t until evening when Harry returned to his quarters that he found Draco, sound asleep. Although Harry had released himself frequently throughout the day, his arse still throbbed and itched with need. It ached to be filled with Draco’s cock.
When Harry finally retired for the evening, randy and ready for Draco, the blond Slytherin was still sound asleep. All of Harry’s efforts to arouse or wake him were in vain.
After a restless night, Harry finally fell asleep, but he woke up to an empty bed. Draco wasn’t at breakfast, and with the first day of school less than two weeks away, Harry really didn’t have time to look for him.
The leather of the chair caused Harry to shift uncomfortably as he sat and prepared the last of the posts for the first-years to be carried off by the owls. Dumbledore rested in his portrait, but Snape was awake.
"All right there, Headmaster? You seem a bit… restless. Is my godson not—"
Harry shot a look at the portrait that made Snape fall silent, but he could do nothing about the continued smirking.
There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Harry asked.
Draco strutted in, smirking. "Oh, I’m sorry, I’m interrupting. I’ll come back--"
Harry got up from his desk and growled "You’ll come now Malfoy! Either for me or in me, it really doesn’t matter but it will be now."
Draco strutted towards Harry, and then waved his wand. "Induviae Exuo," he said, making their clothes fall away.
"Are you sure -- " Draco’s words were cut off as Harry attempted to crawl inside the blond’s mouth.
Panting, hands exploring, Draco backed Harry up against the desk, their lips and tongues still feverishly busy sucking, licking and biting.
The sound of parchments being scattered woke Dumbledore in his portrait.
"Let them be, Albus, don’t you remember what it was to be young and well…"
Albus did remember. He and Elphias had scattered many a parchment. Dumbledore turned to leave his portrait. "Coming, Severus?"
"Yes, Albus, and so are they."
Draco pounded Harry’s prostate, the ring of muscles milking the blond’s cock as Harry ground himself into the wood of the desk, where there seemed to be an altogether different grain and finish to the spot.
It felt like there was a dip in the desk. Harry tried not to think why it seemed to accommodate his cock as he clawed the desk, upon which he now noticed there were faded claw marks as well.
Fawkes burst into flames as Harry and Draco screamed their release. After a few moments, Draco looked at the phoenix chick and panted, "Well, h-he was reborn. Give me a little w-while and I will be too, Headmaster. T-then we can see that your office lives up to its name. Unless you’re busy..."
"I-I’m sure I can fit you in," Harry panted.