Chained To You
Dec. 12th, 2010 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepretender501Title: Chained to You
Characters: Harry/Draco, poor Neville got dragged into this
Rating: Pg-13
Wod Count: ~1450 good God man!
Warnings: unbeta'd, language, bondage, flufftastic, tacky attempts at humor, much too long ;)
Prompt: Tinsel, at
![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=1){kind=small}
dracoharry100 Summary: Harry has plans for naughty!Draco.
A/N: This is a sequel to my Secret Santa fic. It would make (more) sense if you read that first. Of course you don't have to. Just a warning my sequels are very similar to Disney sequels. Cinderella 2 anyone? Anyone? No. Okay. ;)
“Longbottom didn’t have the handcuffs.” Malfoy stalked into Harry’s office letting the door slam shut behind him. “Am I in trouble?”
“You really asked him for the handcuffs?” Harry looked up from the memo he was composing and smiled. Malfoy was wearing the offending Santa hat, probably, putting on a show for his coworkers and forgot to take it off. He did love the attention.
“Yes.” Malfoy’s trademark smirk faltered. “Of course I did. I thought you said—” he broke off and frowned at the floor.
Harry watched him, fascinated by this vulnerable shift in personality. Sure Malfoy was insecure; Harry had always known that. Harry thought he was targeted because of Malfoy’s insecurity, but he was starting to wonder if maybe he the cause of it.
“Relax, Malfoy. It’s good to see you’re finally doing what you’re told.” Harry teased. Malfoy glared at him. His cheeks began to color, redder than the Santa hat, right beneath the eyes. Harry squirmed in his seat. There was something about that blush. He’d never seen it before this morning.
“Get to the point, Potter,” Malfoy said coldly. He slid onto the corner of Harry’s large oak wood desk. It was his usual spot in Harry’s office: right on the desk where Harry would have no choice but to pay attention. He was in there multiple times a day asking questions, picking fights, or just plain harassing Harry. Why hadn’t Harry seen it before?
“Were you jealous last Christmas, Malfoy? When you thought that Neville was my boyfriend?” Harry leaned back in his high-backed office chair.
Draco’s eyes widened. “What?! I was never— did someone hit you with an idiot curse?”
Harry laughed. “You sure went through a lot of trouble to make me look foolish. How much did that hat cost? And of course there’s the small matter of your desire to shag me. How long have you felt that way?”
Draco shrugged and pulled the hat off tossing it into Harry’s lap. Amusingly, several strands of his hair caught static and stood on end. “You want to shag me too. Wheezes products don’t lie,” Draco said.
Harry picked up the hat and examined it before placing it on the memo he’d been writing. “Hm, maybe I ought to ban Wheezes products from Headquarters. They cause nothing but trouble.”
“That’s the point.” Malfoy slipped off of the desk.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked. He didn’t watch the swell of Malfoy’s arse in his uniform trousers as he walked away. Not at all.
“Home, Potter. It’s obvious nothing’s going on here.”
Harry stood. “It just so happens, that I bought a product from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes at lunchtime just this afternoon. A prototype from the owner himself.” Malfoy paused in the doorway his back still turned to Harry, his hand on the doorframe.
“What do you say, Malfoy? Willing to follow the rules just one more time?”
Malfoy turned around; it was obvious he was trying to fight the furious color that spread over his face. “Depends. What do you have in mind?”
Harry pulled open his desk drawer. “Take off your robes.”
Draco smiled. “I can do that.”
“I’m so glad you learned. I thought I’d have to help you,” Harry mumbled, rummaging through the drawer.
“Shut it.” Malfoy’s voice was closer. Harry looked up and saw him standing in front of the desk. The buttons on his red uniform shirt unfastened and a strip of pale flesh visible. He shimmied a bit and it dropped off his shoulders to the floor.
Harry felt warm, suddenly. He pried his eyes away from Draco’s naked flesh and grasped what he was looking for. “Neville didn’t have the handcuffs, but I found the next best thing.”
“Tinsel? That’s the best you could come up with, Potter?” Malfoy snorted, with a mocking glance at the ball of blue and silver tinsel in Harry’s hand.
“Yes,” Harry said, slightly hurt.
“Figures. You are a bloody Gryffindor.”
“Just, sit there and put that hat back on.” Harry pointed to his office chair.
“Yes sir.” Draco picked up the hat from the desk and propped it back onto his head. He then slumped into Harry’s chair. “I’ll wait for the Head Auror to make me into a Christmas tree.”
“Silence would be appreciated.”
“I agree.” Malfoy said.
Harry unrolled the ball of frosted blue tinsel. “Hands behind the chair.”
“Kinky,” Malfoy said. Harry rolled his eyes and knelt down, tying Malfoy’s wrists behind the chair.
“Don’t tell me you’ve done this before, Potter.” Malfoy’s voice had gone oddly breathy and light.
“Okay, I won’t.”
“Damn it,” Draco grunted, as Harry pulled the tinsel tight around the metal bar supporting the office chair. He stood and walked in front of Draco. Pressing himself between Draco’s thighs.
“Now that that’s done.” Harry bent down so that he was close to Malfoy’s face. He was suddenly caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Malfoy’s eyelashes to be so long, or his skin to look so creamy and edible. He definitely hadn’t expected the pastel pink of Malfoy’s lips. Why hadn’t he noticed it before?
He had, he reminded himself. After all, the hat had said Harry wanted to shag the prat. Before he knew what he was doing he heard Draco groan. His eyes snapped open, which was odd because he hadn’t remembered closing them, or pressing his lips to Malfoy’s cheek. He blinked several times. And then Draco opened his mouth and conveniently broke the spell. “Stop fluttering your eyelashes, Potter. You look drunk.”
Harry felt his face heat up. He stepped back and then straddled Draco. Easing himself down so that he sat on Malfoy’s lap. Malfoy shifted, adjusting to Harry’s weight. “You’ve done this before in your office?” Malfoy whispered.
“Maybe you should ask Neville. After all, it’s in bad taste to accept a gift and not use it.”
“Not funny,” Malfoy said and finally Harry could hear it: just behind Malfoy’s irritation there was a tinge of jealousy. Harry couldn’t resist he pressed his lips against Malfoy’s cheek again and slowly he slipped Draco’s wand from the pocket of his trousers, then he trailed kisses until they landed square on Draco’s lips.
He held there for several moments getting used to the feeling of kissing Malfoy. Malfoy hummed softly and Harry smiled as his lips tickled due to the vibration. Malfoy took Harry’s open mouth as an opportunity to press his tongue against Harry’s teeth. It would have made Harry laugh if Malfoy hadn’t bucked his hips upwards at the same moment, making Harry aware of his arousal. His would be laugh came out as a gasp and then Malfoy’s tongue was massaging his own. It was wet and very—wet. Harry groaned and pulled away before it got too sloppy.
Malfoy had leaned forward, his breathing light. Harry staggered to his feet to the sound of Malfoy’s protests. “What—get back here, Potter.”
Harry fingered, Malfoy’s wand and shook his head. “Merlin, I want to devour you.”
Malfoy was glaring at his wand in Harry’s hand. He looked uneasy. “Do it then.”
“I will but I’ve got to get home you see, it’s after six.” Harry smiled. “Come to my flat tonight. I’m decorating.”
Draco nodded. “I’ll come now.”
“Can you? I mean all tied up like that. With no, er, assistance?”
“Potter, stop playing games. Untie me and give me my bloody wand.” Malfoy struggled against the tinsel bonds.
“Don’t bother,” Harry said with a smirk. “They won’t come off unless someone very kind points their wand at it and whispers the safe word.”
Draco scooted towards the desk and stamped his feet. “Fucking untie me.”
“I’m not very kind.” Harry summoned his coat and bag with Malfoy’s wand. For some reason it still seemed to favor him. “I’ll leave this in your desk drawer.” Harry said holding up Malfoy’s wand. “Come as soon as you can.”
“Potter, you can’t be fucking serious.” Malfoy already sounded defeated.
“Neville works nights, often. Oh, and so does Ron so I would yell really loud.” Harry chuckled.
“You’re evil.”
“So are you. Next time you’re jealous just tell me, Malfoy. Instead of teasing me like a snotty twelve year old.”
“Fuck you, Potter.” Malfoy strained against the bonds without any luck.
“Don’t you want to know the safe word?” Harry asked.
Draco gave him an icy glare. “What is it?”
“Ferret,” Harry said with a grin. Harry took a moment to memorize Malfoy’s horrified expression as he sat half-naked in his Santa hat bound to Harry’s office chair. Then he left the office with a laugh. He decided he'd wait about ten minutes before he returned, that would be long enough for Draco to twist and squirm and not quite long enough for Draco to plot his demise. He cast a silencing charm on his office just in case Draco did cry out and humiliate himself. Besides, that was a sight Harry wanted to keep for himself. He laughed again, planning revenge with George Weasley had been brilliant.
no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 07:45 pm (UTC)And the safe word is the best thing ever :D
no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 08:12 pm (UTC)Draco is going to KILL Harry, not shag him!
no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-13 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-12 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-13 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-22 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-28 05:46 pm (UTC)