Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Never Trust a Gryffindor
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~4000
Status: Complete
Summary: Harry finds himself in a predicament. Auror Draco Malfoy rushes to the rescue.
Warning: Er ... bondage. Though, that doesn't really cover it. Um. Naughty bondage. With naughty ropes. Also, kinky! Leather!pants!Harry possibly makes this crackish.
Note: Um. You know how I like dildos? Well, this is like ... taking it to a higher level. A level with MANY dildos. Sort of.
Don't go looking for plot here. You'll sooner find typos.
Beta is on a well-deserved break. (And she will laugh at me. I just know it! ♥)

 

Now with gorgeous art: heathen_ursidae drew this lovely art. ♥ ♥ ♥ Oh, them naughty ropes! :D *loves*

 

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Never Trust a Gryffindor

 

Draco cast several spells in quick succession and after spell number six, the lock clicked. Pleased, Draco reached for the handle and promptly opened the door.

Now, technically, this was breaking and entering. It wasn't like Draco had authorization to break into Harry Potter's apartment. And it wasn't very likely that Draco would get an authorization had he asked. So obviously it was better not to ask then.

But Draco had to come here. He just wanted to make sure that Potter was all right. He probably was, but Draco didn't feel like taking chances. The problem was that Potter hadn't called in today. He hadn't called in sick, he hadn't asked for a day off and he most definitely hadn't showed up at work. The Head of the Auror Department hadn't thought that this was strange. ("Oh, he deserves a break, poor thing. He works too much!") Draco made a face and shuddered. Their boss was at times a truly disgusting Potter-worshipper. But in his mad preferential treatment of his pet Auror, the man had forgotten one very important fact — that staying at home without so much as a word just wasn't like Potter.

No, something was going on. Potter had to have been incapacitated.

Draco cast a few more charms and determined only one other life sign in the apartment. The golden light illuminated the door to Draco's right, indicating the location of the apartment's other occupant. Breathing more easily, Draco walked towards the door. This was probably Potter's bedroom and Potter was probably in there, possibly sleeping. Draco would just take a peek and leave.

Draco opened the door and walked in, his shocked gaze falling on the figure standing near the foot of a large four-poster bed.

"Sweet Merlin!" Draco gasped, suddenly losing feeling in his legs and his hands and his brain.

Harry Potter was definitely at home and definitely incapacitated.

Draco swallowed and moved closer to study the vision before him more thoroughly. Potter was standing with his hands above his head, each arm tied firmly to the opposite posts with black, sticky-looking ... were they ropes? They looked like tentacles and more importantly they looked alive. The ropes were coiled around Potter's arms and his neck like snakes, and one of them was wrapped firmly around his otherwise bare chest and stomach. The only item of clothing Potter wore were black leather trousers that were cut so low, Draco had to wonder whether Potter shaved. Potter's hip bones were jutting out looking positively edible and Draco's teeth clunked together as he felt a sudden urge to bite the tantalizing flesh.

"Mmmmmm," Potter said frantically and Draco tore his gaze away from Potter's navel where the slightly pointed end of a long tentacle wriggled teasingly.

One particularly fat tentacle was wrapped around Potter's head, over his mouth, and forced Potter to bite down on it. "Mmmmm," Potter said again, looking wide-eyed and flushed.

Draco found his voice eventually. "Er ... I suppose you need help? Or ... er ... you're waiting for someone?" Even as he said that Draco's insides clenched in fury.

Potter apparently forgot his embarrassment and instead, he glared at Draco and then wriggled around trying to get away, or possibly just demonstrate that he did indeed want to be released. The wriggling didn't make the tentacles happy. They pressed around Potter even more tightly and Potter threw his head back and whimpered as one of them slid between Potter's spread legs and wrapped itself around Potter's leather-clad thigh. The thing squeezed and cuddled Potter's leg, sliding along the slick material. Potter's hips jerked as the tentacle showed no intention of stopping its deviant caressing.

Honestly, what Draco really wanted to do was find a comfortable spot and sit and watch Harry Potter get molested with live-looking ropes. But he supposed that something like that would be immoral. Draco should probably ... help Potter.

Draco approached the panting man and tried to think of something, which was tremendously hard actually, because all of Draco's blood went south and his mind felt blank.

But he supposed he might as well start with some basic charms. He had never seen this type of binds; the tentacles looked like they had a mind of their own. Draco raised his wand, but the moment he did so, Potter shook his head, looking anxious. The tentacles reacted instantly. Draco didn't realize what happen right away, he just saw Potter roll his eyes back and moan loudly. But then a single tentacle protruded between Potter's legs, looking for a moment like an obscene penis and then disappeared behind Potter again. The tentacle continued its movements, pressing itself snuggly to Potter's body and Potter moaned ceaselessly as his arse was added to the list of places that the tentacles were maltreating.

Collecting his surviving brain cells, Draco slowly reached for the tentacle in Potter's mouth. He expected that the tentacle would get mad and do something even more spectacular, but amazingly enough, Draco managed to pull it away and free Potter's mouth. The tentacle moved up towards Potter's hair, and there it proceeded to do horrid things to it, making it look even more appalling then usual.

Potter gasped and choked out, "Charms won't work. They'll just make it angry."

"Hmmm." Well that was a problem then, but something else was bothering Draco. "Potter, if you don't mind me asking, but ... how on earth did you get in this position?"

Through a haze of obvious arousal, Potter gasped out, "I do mind you asking, Malfoy. Just ... get me out of this."

Draco almost asked why, because really, Potter looked like he was having fun. As though to confirm Draco's thoughts, Potter yelped and shuddered as the tentacle between his thighs practically lifted him off the floor.

Draco nearly moaned himself but he tried not to succumb to his irrational desires. "If charms don't work Potter, what can I do? What the hell is this? Do you have an idea?"

Potter managed to nod even as the tentacle made him ride it and Potter was continuously lifted off his feet and then brought down again. "I — oh! — I think you should be nice to it! Oh God!"

"Pardon?"

"The thing is sentient. Just — Merlin! — sweet-talk to it, Malfoy," Potter moaned out.

Draco raised his eyebrows and shook his head, but Potter was completely out of it and Draco's pantomimic ways of expressing disbelief were in vain. It wasn't a bad idea actually — the thing did look alive, but Draco wasn't sure that touching the tentacles so intimately wrapped around a half-naked Potter was a good idea.

"It's choking me!" Potter yelped and Draco reacted immediately.

"There, there, good little tentacle." Draco patted a tentacle on Potter's stomach.

The tentacle didn't react and Potter glared at him and then gasped, struggling for air.

Feeling increasingly worried for Potter's wellbeing, Draco stroked the tentacle more firmly and tried to move it away from Potter. Draco was rather perplexed when the tentacle actually moved away. Feeling a bit relieved, Draco continued to uncoil the vicious things.

"Slowly," Potter whispered.

Draco slowed down his movements and well, since he was doing this he might as well have some fun. Draco's knuckles kept brushing Potter's scorching skin, his fingertips trailed over Potter's taut stomach, then Potter's hip that was a long way from the tentacle, but oh well, details.

Draco chastised his disobedient hand that was trying to sneak into Potter's trousers — it was a futile attempt anyway, those things were tight! — and he moved to the more pressing matter of removing the tentacle from around Potter's neck. Potter managed to bow his head to give Draco access, leaning his forehead on Draco's shoulder, and Draco could feel Potter's hot breath on his skin even through the shirt he was wearing.

The tentacles were suddenly surprisingly yielding and reacted to Draco's touch, doing exactly what he wanted.

"Oh, you're not so dangerous, are you?" Draco cooed and then yelped in surprise when the tentacle in his hand freed itself from his grip and wrapped itself firmly around Draco as well as Potter. Quite unexpectedly, Draco found himself pressed flush along Harry Potter's lean body. Shirtless, sweaty body. Draco suddenly had an urge to profess his undying love to these clever ropes.

"My hero," Potter deadpanned in Draco's ear.

Draco had a witty retort. He had a side-splitting, snarky retort, but it was hard to say anything because he was feeling a bit lightheaded. He was suddenly trapped in a fucking hug with Potter.

There were things that Draco desperately wanted to hide form Potter, like the fact that sometimes, watching Harry Potter scribble his reports and nibble his quill made Draco hard. Or the fact that since Draco had seen Potter pretend to be a muggle cop (with the uniform and all), Draco hadn't really been sleeping well. Or the fact that watching Potter get molested by ropes, made him horny.

Draco was well aware that Potter could now feel Draco's arousal just as Draco could feel Potter's hardness. That Potter was not immune to this situation made Draco feel a little better — but Potter was reacting to the tentacles, not Draco.

Draco would take a moment to pout about that if he wasn't distracted by the bitable skin of Potter's shoulder that was laid before Draco like a feast. The tender skin was just tantalizing ...

Potter's breath hitched. "Is that your tongue?"

Draco quickly detached his tongue from Potter's skin. "No," he said firmly. "One of those vicious tentacles."

"Mmm. One of them is trying to get into my pants," Potter pointed out, breathing heavily.

Draco moved his hand away from the waistband of Potter's leather trousers.

"Another tentacle," Draco assured and then looked down over Potter's shoulder, where a tentacle was truly still sliding along Potter's bum. "This one looks a bit eager. I suppose that's uncomfortable?" It looked amazing — the tentacle was slithering over the leather and partially disappearing somewhere between Harry's legs. Lucky thing.

Draco yelped as the thing touched his crotch. It was time to move it away.

He reached out for it, and inexplicably, his hand joined it in its task instead of stopping its movements. Potter moaned and pressed himself along Draco's body, moving his hips and bringing about some lovely friction.

"For Merlin sake, Potter," Draco groaned. If they continue this they would never be free of this. Not that would be bad, but it would be impractical.

Potter's hands were in Draco's hair suddenly and Draco hummed his approval but then froze.

Potter's hands? But Potter was tied up to the posts. Maybe it was the tentacles ...

Draco's left earlobe was bitten suddenly and Potter moaned, "Draco." Or rather purred, prolonging the 'r' and if Draco hadn't liked his name already he would love it now.

The tentacle on Potter's arse moved away giving Draco complete access to grab the firm mounds in both of his hands. Which Draco did even as he wondered why the tentacles would suddenly give him exactly what he wanted.

Well, not what he wanted, really, Draco actually wanted them to continue what they were doing before and never stop but they were doing what ...

Draco frowned.

They were doing what Potter wanted.

It couldn't be.

Potter wasn't doing this on purpose. That was just too silly to even consider. Potter didn't want Draco.

"You stopped," Potter breathed out.

Draco moved away to look into Potter's eyes. Potter's pupils were dilated and his lips were parted and now that Draco was studying Potter carefully, it was quite apparent that Potter wasn't at all scared or worried over his predicament, instead, he simply looked aroused.

Draco licked his lips. Before he did anything, he had to be sure. Potter's lips were very close to Draco's and Draco leaned in just a little and nearly touched the lush mouth. He was still kneading Potter's arse with one hand, and with the other he reached towards his pocket.

"Potter?" Draco murmured, almost kissing him.

"Yes?" Potter asked somewhat hopefully.

"Finite Incantatem."

The moment Draco said the words, Potter's eyes widened and the tentacles fell away to the floor, looking dead and harmless.

Draco stepped away, pressed his lips together and glared.

Potter looked shocked and embarrassed, judging by the blush that crept into his cheeks.

"Imagine that." Potter gave a forced laugh.

"What the hell was that about, Potter?" Draco growled.

Potter bit his lip and wrapped his arms around his chest, looking a bit self-conscious as though he just realized the state of his undress. "Um. Well, I was just ...trying to," Potter drew a shuddering breath, "draw your interest."

Draco blinked several times, trying to get rid of the sudden fog that invaded his mind. "That was effective then. A bit extreme, though. Don't you think?"

"Well," Potter was starting to sound defensive, "I was getting a bit desperate. You were ignoring me! I thought I'd make you confess you care — which you do or you wouldn't run here the minute I went missing. And I wanted you to confess that you want me — which you do because," Potter blushed, but managed to smirk as he pointed at Draco's groin. "Well, those trousers are thin, and I don't think you wear underwear."

Draco felt just a little bit scandalized. "You were getting desperate? Honestly, Potter, had it ever occurred to you to simply ask?"

Potter gave him a disbelieving look. "I did ask! That's all I've been doing for the last few weeks. I actually asked you out last Friday. But you said," Potter put on a silly sounding deep voice, "Oh, sure, Potter, like I have nothing better to do than stare at your ugly face." Potter huffed and made a face, pouting just a little.

Draco gaped and said weakly, "You were serious? But ... Potter, that's what we do. You say something stupid and I make fun of you!"

Potter rolled his eyes. "Of course I was serious! Now, do you believe me?"

Draco smiled tentatively. "I suppose I have to. That was quite a display, Potter. I am impressed."

Potter blushed but gave Draco a cheeky smile. "I noticed."

Draco felt a lot better now, but there was still one tiny little thing that was bothering him. "You know I was really worried, Potter. I thought something happened to you. And then I thought that these things would suffocate you. That wasn't very nice of you, you know."

Potter looked at him with an earnest expression. "I'm very sorry. I had to do something."

Draco frowned. Potter didn't really look sorry — he looked pleased and ready to jump Draco's bones. Which wasn't bad or anything, but ... Draco couldn't let Potter manipulate him like that. That would be a very bad start of their relationship. Draco just couldn't let Potter think he could do things like this and get away with them.

Potter must have noticed that Draco was still upset, because he said with a coy smile, "Oh, come on. I'm sure you think this was at least a little funny."

Draco grinned widely. "You know what's funny, Potter?"

Potter frowned and shook his head.

"You don't have a wand," Draco said in triumph.

Potter didn't have time to look surprised, because in the very next moment Draco waved his wand and Potter flew backwards and soon lay sprawled on the bed. Before Potter could so much as splutter in indignation Draco charmed the lovely leather trousers away. He felt sorry to see them go only for a second; he forgot all about them as the rest of Potter's impressive anatomy was revealed.

"What ...?" Potter gasped, but then stared in shock as Draco pointed his wand at the tentacles and said, "Imperio!"

Instantly, the tentacles sprang to life. Draco directed them with his wand and they flew obediently to the bed towards a wide-eyed and naked Harry Potter. The tentacles coiled themselves around Potter's wrists and ankles, over his neck and torso and well as his thighs, spreading Potter's legs and leaving him open to Draco's gaze. They wrapped themselves around the bedposts, effectively holding Potter captive.

Potter gasped and trashed around but fell silent when a tentacle began to trace the curve of his arse and then found Potter's entrance, wriggling and trying to get inside. Draco cast one more spell, slicking Potter's hole with a cool, slick fluid. Potter yelped in surprise and then yelped again when the tentacle touched him there and he tried to get away but as the thing penetrated him he stopped struggling and moaned instead.

One thin tentacle wrapped itself around the base of Potter's cock, preventing his release and one hovered above his mouth, intending to gag him. But there was one thing Draco wanted to do first.

Draco climbed on the bed and crawling, reached Potter's thighs where Draco's knees bumped into Potter's arse. Draco suddenly felt irrationally jealous at the tentacle that slid out of Potter and then pressed back inside. Tearing his gaze from the beautiful image beneath him, Draco leaned down and gently kissed Potter's lips. Potter moaned and responded eagerly, opening his mouth invitingly, letting Draco thrust his tongue inside.

Potter's kisses made Draco forget his original intention. Well, almost. He tore his mouth away and stared down at the panting man. Potter was moaning continuously, which was hardly surprising considering that he was being steadily fucked by Draco's new favorite item in the world.

"Draco," Potter gasped, looking at Draco through fluttering eyelashes.

"Feels good?" Draco asked, just in case.

"Yes, so good," Potter agreed reverently.

"Oh. Very well then. I would hate to leave you like this if you weren't enjoying yourself."

Potter stopped blinking. "What?"

Draco looked at Potter seriously. "Well, some of us are working today, Potter. I am on duty. So, I'm afraid I have to go now —"

Potter looked utterly scandalized and opened his mouth to complain but he didn't manage to make a sound because the sneaky tentacle beside his face rudely invaded his mouth. Potter argh-ed and umm-ed but it did him little good and he had no choice but to accept the intrusion and allow his mouth to be plundered.

"As I was saying —" Draco continued sweetly as though nothing happened, "— I must leave now, but I will return in an ... hour?"

"Mmm?" Potter's eyes were wide.

"Oh, don't worry. These lovely tentacles will keep you occupied. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun while waiting for me to come back. It might comfort you that you'll remain all hot and ready for me. No, wait that comforts me. Well, in the meantime —" Draco got up from the bed and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, "— you might want to make a firm decision not to scare me like that again. Next time you feel like pretending you're getting choked this memory might help you reconsider."

Potter looked heavenward or maybe his eyes rolled back in pleasure as the tentacle in his arse finally plundered a little deeper and found his prostate.

Draco grinned happily and took another moment to enjoy the view. Potter was writhing on the bed as almost every part of his body was molested. Draco had never seen anything more deviant or more beautiful than Harry Potter being pleasured with snake-like ropes. Potter was forced to suck a tentacle in his mouth as his arse was lifted from the bed and the tentacle inside him began to fuck him at a faster pace.

Draco would now leave the room.

Like, right now.

Draco growled and practically tore his clothes away. He was on the bed, between Potter's thighs in a blurry instant, and he waved his wand to free Potter's more serviceable parts. Well, not his cock, which looked highly serviceable but Potter would have to wait a bit longer for some pleasure. Potter gasped as the tentacles retracted from his mouth and his arse.

Potter moaned breathlessly, "Oh, I knew you wouldn't leave. I knew you wouldn't." For someone who knew that, Potter sounded much too relieved.

Draco kissed Potter rather brutally, with too much force and inappropriate use of teeth, but Potter didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, he lifted his bum up, as much as his binds allowed him, and nudged Draco's cock, his demand clear. Draco needed no more encouragement. He reached down to adjust himself, not separating his mouth from Potter's, not that he would be able, because Potter was sucking on Draco's tongue with reverent dedication.

Draco moaned as he pushed inside and was suddenly enveloped in heat and tightness. Potter tore his mouth away, threw his head back and pulled on his binds.

"Damn it!" Potter growled in frustration. "Take them off!"

"You don't really want that," Draco purred, convinced. He bit Potter's neck and sucked on it a little until Potter whimpered and then Draco got up on his knees and grabbed Potter's arse-cheeks firmly.

"I can't move," Potter complained, squirming continuously in desperate search of fiction.

"That's the whole point, Potter," Draco gritted out and managed to prevent himself from moving for another moment, just to torture Potter a bit. The tentacles were still wrapped around Potter's body, holding him open and just at the right angle for Draco to use him as he wished.

Draco pulled out slowly and Potter stopped complaining instantly but instead he stilled and fixed a green-eyed gaze on Draco.

Draco suddenly wanted this to be slow, but his body had other ideas. He slammed hard back inside Potter and set a pace that made Potter gasp and curve his spine. Potter pressed his shoulders on the bed and somehow, inexplicably found leverage to push back and give as good as he got. Seeing Potter give himself so willingly made Draco lightheaded and soon he was trembling.

Within embarrassingly short time Draco groaned, spilling himself into Potter's heat for what seemed like forever. Shivery and exhausted he collapsed on the hot body beneath him, resting his head on the sweaty chest.

Potter was still hard of course, Draco hadn't removed the tentacle that was preventing his release.

Draco smirked feebly into Potter's chest. "Learned your lesson, Potter?"

"Yes," Potter whispered. "But probably not the one you think."

Draco didn't have a chance to wonder what Potter meant because suddenly Potter hissed something and, horrified, Draco felt something slick and slithery crawl over his body.

Draco yelped as the tentacles wrapped themselves around his wrists. Potter moved away smoothly as Draco was flipped over on his back and slammed firmly on the bed.

"You ... you can't speak Parseltongue anymore," Draco gasped indignantly. The tentacles that were now wrapped around Draco's body, felt extremely cold and uncomfortable but also, incredibly erotic. Though, not as erotic as a naked and hard Harry Potter kneeling beside Draco and smirking down at him.

"I can. I'm just very bad at it."

Draco wanted to disagree — it didn't sound bad at all, but then Potter moved suddenly and straddled Draco's chest. Potter's cock nudged Draco's chin. Draco felt his mouth water even though he was starting to feel extremely aggravated.

"You planned this whole thing ..." Draco accused.

"Yes," Potter confirmed unrepentantly. "This is what happens when one suffers two months of pure frustration."

Potter moved even closer and placed his hand on Draco's forehead, holding his head down. Potter's cock brushed over Draco's lips.

"You're presumptuous," Draco whispered, the movement of his lips teasing Potter's cock, making Potter shiver.

"You want it," Potter said confidently and then pushed a little as Draco opened his mouth much too eagerly. Potter pulled back and looked at Draco with dark eyes. "Did you learn your lesson?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Never trust a Gryffindor?"

Potter's lips quirked. "Good boy," he praised and then pushed into Draco's mouth.

Draco moaned as he let Harry Potter fuck his mouth, and while swallowing enthusiastically, he reflected and realized that he already knew he must not trust Gryffindors.

But, considering the outcome, perhaps it wasn't a motto to live by.

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Fin

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