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Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: How Harry Potter Became a Pervert
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2200
Status: Complete
Summary: Though others didn't, Draco had believed the article.
Warnings: NONE!
Note: latteunicorns, your bear might not like this as it's not very smutty, but I hope you will. :D

I swear this was meant to have 500 words, but I think I needed the fluffy today. And my light-hearted Harry/Draco. *le sigh*

I can't believe I didn’t have to say "Happy Belated Birthday!" When I catch up on all the birthday fics, this is who I'm gonna be. ON TIME GIRL!

I've used awdt's prompt — "Don't you understand anything?"

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How Harry Potter Became a Pervert


Apparently, Potter was a pervert. This, of course, hadn't surprised Draco — he had always suspected it. Potter was just too innocent looking. And that was suspicious. Everyone else gasped and fussed, and broke out in general displays of scandalised conduct when the article appeared in the Quibbler. Some doubted the article's authenticity, but Draco had no qualms. He had fully believed Zacharias Smith's tale.

Potter had asked him to do the strangest — perverted — things, Smith had claimed. Toys were mentioned, dildos and butt-plugs, then clamps and chains, whips and canes, and every other nasty thing you could think of. It had been a disturbing article. Draco knew, because he had read it carefully.

Naturally, he had only read it, and reread it, because he had an ulterior motive like a proper Slytherin.

The thing was life wasn't going well for Draco lately. Granted, things could have been worse, but that was not the point. Actually, that was exactly the point — Draco had to stop things from getting even worse. And now he had a brilliant idea.

His father was in Azkaban, unfortunately, but his five year sentence with the possibility of getting out in two, was a lot better end result than what they had hoped for. However, charges were raised against his mother and himself, and if they were proven guilty they could end up in Azkaban themselves. And that just wasn't an option. The whole Malfoy family locked up? They would never live it down.

Besides, Draco really didn't want to go to Azkaban. In fact, if he was prone to dramatizing, he'd say he was very much afraid of that possibility.

Which was where Potter and his perverseness came in.

If Potter testified in his and his mother's favour then surely everyone would listen to him. Draco just had to make Potter testify. And he planned to achieve this in the most obvious way — he had to make Potter an offer he couldn't refuse. Potter was clearly a kinky sod, he fancied males, and quite obviously had a thing for blonds. Draco would offer himself in exchange for Potter's testimony. He would willingly agree to be Potter's toy — not matter how abhorrent that thought was — and Potter just won't be able to resist.

It wasn't an ideal situation — who knew if Potter's perversions ran even deeper than Smith had described — but Draco was willing to suffer through it if it meant no Azkaban for his mother and himself.

This was how Draco had ended up in front of Potter's door, bracing himself and trying to knock. He swallowed, imagining — vividly — what Potter might ask of him. He had been imagining this for the last few days. He had also wanked a lot in the last few days — which, coincidently, was an unrelated fact.

Potter hated him and he would jump at the chance of having his nemesis at his mercy. He would most certainly want to tie Draco up. Possibly bind him to his bed with chains. Then he'd use the whip. And the cane. Or maybe a paddle. Or maybe he'd just use his hands, but — oh! — he might put some leather gloves on first. Oh yes, Potter would use gloves. To minimise skin to skin contact. And he'd finger fuck him with gloves too, the stupid cruel bastard. He wouldn't want to push his bare fingers into Draco's arsehole. Poor Draco would be tied down firmly, sprawled prone on the bed, leaving his arse vulnerable whilst Potter abused it with his leather-gloved hands. It would be horrible. So horrible Draco was shivering at the mere thought of it. He was also just ever-so-slightly hard, but that was understandable. This was sex he was thinking about and well, he hardly had time or will for things like that in the last two years. And before that ... to be honest, he had done it only once. With an inanimate object. But it had been wonderful.

Speaking of which, surely Potter would use inanimate objects on Draco. He'd just want to watch after he'd take a butt plug and insert it into Draco's arse. He'd watch Draco struggle and squirm on the bed, possibly laughing evilly during that time, possibly taking out his cock and whispering filth into Draco's ear. And then he would of course make Draco suck him off. Which ... didn’t sound that bad. Draco had thought about sucking cocks, he had thought about sucking Potter's cock even. He could hardly be blamed; it was hard not to think about Potter's cock after the article. Smith had said that Potter was reasonably well endowed. Though that was also a little worrying; perhaps it would hurt a lot when Potter pushed inside of him.

So Draco had to be ready — which was the only reason Draco had lubed his fingers and played with his arse a bit, thinking, out of necessity, about Potter's green eyes watching him hungrily. And now Draco was well prepared if Potter decided to fuck him right away. Potter would obviously want to do that, and he'd be pleased to discover that Draco had prepared himself for him. Or so Draco hoped. To be clear, he hoped Potter would be pleased, he didn't hope Potter would fuck him. Though Draco did wonder how that would feel, and whether he'd like it. At least like the general concept of having a cock up his arse, not necessarily Potter's cock.

"Malfoy?"

Draco blinked. Potter had opened the door and stood there in front of him, staring.

"You've disturbed the wards." Potter smiled, looking very non-intimidating in his plain T-shirt and jeans. He didn't look like he had a secret stash of sex equipment. Or owned a pair of leather gloves. "Did you need something?"

Draco cleared his throat. He didn't come here for nothing. Best to just get this over with.

"Potter," Draco greeted with a nod. "It just so happens I do need something. I wanted to ask you for a favour. I mean, no, I wanted to offer you a deal. Of sorts." Draco shuffled his feet and gathered some courage. "See, there are these charges. Apparently the Ministry wants to lock up my whole family —"

"Has no one notified you?" Potter interrupted rather rudely. Draco was having a hard time collecting his thoughts — Potter should've listened.

"Notified?"

"Oh yes." Potter nodded earnestly. "I've spoken with Shacklebolt. I mean the Minister. And we've agreed that you and your mother shouldn't be charged." Potter smiled again, almost amiably.

"Oh." Draco managed.

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm sorry about your father, but well ..." Potter scratched his head. "I'm afraid he deserved to be convicted. He got off light if you ask me."

Draco was barely listening. Did this mean Potter didn't want any sexual favours?

"Anything else?" Potter prompted, looking at Draco oddly.

Draco's mind scrambled to think of something. "I ... well, no," he said, feeling oddly defeated. Honestly, he had prepared himself — mentally and physically. Had he planned and wanked so much for nothing?

"Well then." Potter looked uncertain for a moment. "Bye. See you around, I guess."

Draco scarcely managed to nod dazedly before Potter closed the door.

This was all wrong. Potter should have asked for something. What was he playing at? Talking to the Minister about Draco. Getting Draco off without ... getting him off.

Miffed, Draco banged his fist against the door.

Potter reappeared after a couple of seconds, looking very surprised. "Um. Yes?" he asked tentatively.

"I'm ..." Draco thought quickly. "I'm grateful. I'm very grateful. Really. And I just thought I should repay you. In some way. In whatever way you wish." Draco nodded. "If there's something I can do for you — I wouldn't mind doing it. In fact, I encourage you to ask."

"Right." Potter's eyes were wide. He looked as though he believed that Draco was slightly unstable. "That's not necessary. Really. Thank you, but ..."

"But I really want to —"

"Malfoy," Potter breathed, and Draco was temporarily distracted by Potter breathing out his name. "I mean it. I just did what I thought was right. You don't owe me anything."

"But I do! I just feel like I should —"

"Malfoy. Seriously. You don't have to —"

"Don't you understand anything?" Draco snapped, surprising both Potter and himself with his outburst. But damn it. Why was Potter refusing sex? Kinky sex that Draco wanted to offer freely!

Cocking his head, Potter gave Draco a long look, his expression clearing. Draco could plainly see Potter's confusion melt away, turning into something that looked like worry. "Does this ..." Potter cleared his throat as though he was embarrassed to even ask. "Does this have anything to do with that article?" Mortified, Potter bit his lip. "Because Smith was exaggerating —"

Draco bristled. "What article?" he asked, but then reconsidered. "Exaggerating about what part?"

Potter released his bottom lip suddenly and Draco had ended up staring, a little too entranced, at the plump, abused flesh. The full lips stretched wide, revealing perfect white teeth. Grinning, Potter gave Draco a once-over; surveying his body all the way to Draco's suddenly tingling toes. His gaze paused at Draco's crotch — which, Draco hoped, but knew better, wasn’t bulging — and then travelled up again to give Draco an amused, but sultry smile. "All right then," Potter bit his lip again, which was cruel of him since it made Draco stare and not think clearly. "You can pick me up at seven."

"Pardon?"

"You can come by at seven. And we can go out to have dinner."

"You're asking me on a date?" Draco asked, incredulous, dragging his gaze towards Potter's eyes.

"Well, I thought that would be a proper start. Unless you’d rather come in for a spanking session." Potter looked far too amused.

"As if!" Draco spluttered, though his cock had twitched at Potter's words. "Well, I mean, if such a session is what you want as a form of compensation —"

Potter laughed heartily, much to Draco's annoyance. "I don't want compensation. Would you shut up about that? Seven o'clock. Be here. If there's something you want from me, you'll have to work for it, Malfoy."

Potter's voice was too low, and it made Draco shudder. In anger. "You're just taking this whole thing in the completely wrong —”

"Fine. No date then. Goodbye, Malfoy." Potter moved to close the door.

Panicking suddenly, Draco stuck out his foot and his hand to stop the door from closing. "Well, fine!" he exclaimed agitatedly. "Don't be a drama queen, Potter. I mean, honestly. We'll go on a date if it means so much to you. I'm allowed to be shocked. I had no idea you had a thing for me. This came out of nowhere, I have to say."

Still laughing, though Draco couldn't fathom why, Potter closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'll see you later, Malfoy," he said, opening his eyes and giving Draco an exasperated but an oddly warm look that made Draco slightly uncomfortable. His cheeks felt warm all of a sudden. It must have been too hot in here. Actually, it was scorching hot in here. Draco wondered why he hadn't noticed that before.

His foot and hand still prevented the door from closing, and Potter looked at Draco's hand pointedly.

"Deals are sealed with a kiss," Draco blurted out for some unknown reason.

Potter cocked his head, his green eyes dancing. Then he leaned in as Draco took a deep breath and then failed to exhale it. Potter's lips brushed against his so quickly Draco thought he might have imagined it, and in the next moment they moved to Draco's cheek; cheek that felt hot before but threatened to burn up now after Potter's lips had touched it no mater how briefly.

Then, Draco was viciously and cruelly pushed out into the hallway.

"Don't be late," Potter said smugly, though he was blushing faintly as well. Then he ducked his head, and quickly closed the door.

Draco was left staring at the flat's door, until his head had cleared and he successfully analyzed the situation.

It seemed that neither he nor his mother were going to Azkaban, and Potter wanted no compensation for convincing the Minister not to charge them, though he did want a date with Draco. That was a very innocent wish. Perhaps Potter wasn't a pervert; perhaps he was merely crazy, what with refusing sex like that and all. Or maybe he was a crazy pervert. Which was something that Draco had to find out. In fact, this was his new goal. He would not rest until he found out whether Potter was a pervert or not. And that was the only reason he would go to this dinner.

Well, that, and the prospect of real kisses. And that spanking session.

With this in mind, Draco bounded down the stairs, not bouncing or smiling at all. Maybe he had smiled a little. Potter had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Because Draco had just thought of something. Potter had said that if Draco wanted something from him, he would have to work for it. So really, it didn't actually matter if Potter was a pervert or not; after dating Draco for a while — he would be.

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Next part.

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