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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Half-Blood_Prince_AU, Dubious_Consent, Anal_Sex, Accidental_Voyeurism,
      Orgasm_Denial
  Series:
      Part 2 of Training
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-04 Words: 2818
****** Training -- Harry ******
by zhem1x5
Summary
     Harry knows Draco Malfoy is up to something. He knows that Snape must
     be in on it. But when he catches them liaising in the Professor's
     office, carrying out Voldemort's plans is not on the agenda.
Notes
     Sorry for the OBSCENELY long wait. I'll do my best to update faster,
     everything is written, I'm just a lazy bastard.
      
     This took almost as long to write as the first part, ridiculous when
     you consider I wrote the next three in just a few hours each.
Harry had been watching for over an hour now, eyes firmly planted on the
representations of Malfoy and Snape on the Marauder's Map. They hadn't left
Snape's office in all that time, not even seeming to pace the room as they
might on a normal visit. Their names seemed locked in place in the small area
of Snape's desk.
Harry watched suspiciously, heart beating faster with every minute that the two
Slytherins didn't seem to untangle.
Finally he heaved a sigh, sliding back the curtain around his bed.
Ron looked up from the latest issue of Quidditch Quarterly, offering him a
small curious smile.
Harry shook his head, gesturing with the map and moving to his trunk to
retrieve his Invisibility Cloak.
“Harry...” Ron began, tone set on long-suffering as it had been all year.
“Leave it, Ron,” Harry cut in sharply. He looked at the redhead for a moment
before shutting the lid of his trunk, cloak and map tucked under one arm. “I'll
be back later. Don't wait up.”
Harry made his way down the stairs to the dungeons carefully, cloak spread over
his head and arms, wand trained on the two names on the map. If either of them
left the dungeon office, Harry wanted to know before he happened upon them.
After hours the hallways were eerily silent, the perfect time for two
Slytherins, two Death Eaters, to meet and plot. It also meant one hidden boy
could sneak past easier and learn the details of their plotting.
Except they weren't plotting anything that truly concerned Harry. They were...
Harry listened to every word that passed between them with a mixture of disgust
and arousal. Disgust and resentment for the ways Snape manipulated Malfoy into
complacency; and astonishingly, arousal as the blond begged his teacher not to
reveal the details of their liaisons to his father.
Harry knew every time Snape moved against the younger man's prostate, could
practically feel it in the breathy sounds Malfoy couldn't quite hide. His
sounds of pain weren't as frequent now, though Snape did seem to find sadistic
pleasure in forcing them out anyway.
They both had to be close by now. Harry could hear how ragged their breathing
had become, could imagine a tight arse clenching around him as he filled his
lover and brought them both closer to completion.
He could taste warm come on his tongue as he licked his lover clean of any
evidence of their activities. Harry's cock stiffened in his pants when Malfoy
gave another pained cry.
Seconds later the old oak door slammed open to reveal Snape, fully dressed and
somehow unruffled as he took his leave.
Harry stared after him before turning back to the open door. It was close to
two minutes before he had the courage to peek inside.
Harry gazed in mute shock at the Slytherin still stretched over Snape's desk.
Even if he hadn't been listening outside the door, seeing the blond now left
little doubt what had gone on inside.
“Malfoy?”
It took Draco a moment to register his presence, giving Harry plenty of time to
assess the situation, to see the possessed way pale fingers moved over the
other boy's violently red erection.
The Slytherin practically vaulted off the desk in his scramble to cover himself
quickly. His cock bobbing with his hasty movement was one of the most
ridiculous things Harry had ever seen.
“Malfoy, what the fuck is going on here?”
The blond had flushed an angry red that rivaled that of his erection, hidden
behind his crooked robes.
“Shut up, Potter,” he hissed, hands clenching in the wrinkled material. “You
have no idea what you're talking about.”
Harry took a threatening step closer, twin spots of colour high on his cheeks.
“He's a teacher, Malfoy!”
The blond shook his head quickly, backing against the desk. “This is none of
your business.”
“How can you say that? How can you let him take advantage of his position?”
The blond stood imperiously tall. “Severus does not take advantage, Potter. As
you say, he is a teacher. He was teaching.”
Harry flushed red to the tips of his ears, anger at Snape overriding his
earlier belief in their plotting. He strode forward, hand ripping the front of
the Slytherin's robes open. Draco gasped in shock, trying to pull his clothing
back around him. Harry smirked. “And what lesson was it today? Poufs 101?”
“Discipline, Potter,” he snarled, shoving Harry away and finally covering
himself again. “Today's lesson was about discipline.”
Harry shuddered down to his toes, flushing for a different reason now as his
previously softening cock took an interest again.
The blond sneered, eyes taking in and divining Harry's reaction quickly.
“Speaking of poufs, Potter,” he taunted.
He didn't realise he was moving until Draco was spread over the desk,
recovering from the push and trying to wrap his clothes around himself again.
Harry shoved his questing fingers out of the way, splitting the Slytherin's
robes until he was exposed again.
Harry pressed his thighs apart, stepping close enough between them that he
could see the blond's reddened opening. Blood rushed to his cock at the sight
of the glistening skin.
Short nails dug into Harry's skin as Draco tried to pry his hands away, the
desk shifting and shaking as the blond tried to wriggle away.
Harry held him steady, digging his own ragged nails into the boy's soft thighs.
Draco was already loose from his apparent punishment and no matter how much he
tried to hide it from Harry, his cock was so hard it was leaking over the
strange band of magic. Even if the Gryffindor hadn't been perfectly willing to
fuck blokes, the blond's flushed face and needy body would have sorely tested
his resolve. As it was, Draco didn't even get to flinch properly before Harry's
mouth was on him, drawing his cock deep into his throat and sucking.
The blond gave a yowl almost like a cat in heat, back arching as he tried to
crawl inside Harry's body through the closest available orifice. He panted,
rutting against Harry's chin even as the younger boy used his heavier weight to
pin him to the desk.
Harry's fingers stroked over his tensing sac, long digits sliding into his
mouth alongside Draco's thrusting cock. Draco moaned as Harry let himself drool
over them, the added lubrication easing the way as he tried to fuck Harry's
face.
Half-formed syllables of his name dripped from Draco's lips as his body tensed
for release, gasps unlike anything Harry had ever heard from the normally
reserved blond punctuating each sound.
Draco was well on his way to a spectacular orgasm. In fact, if not for the
band, Harry knew he could make him come with only a little more wet suction,
and regretted it almost immediately when he pulled away with a moist pop,
reaching instead to undo the buttons of his jeans.
The blond yelped, desperate hands reaching down to take over where Harry had so
cruelly denied him. It was almost too easy for the brunette to pin those
delicate hands above his head and use his own wet fingers to stroke the
Slytherin's aching cock.
More groans of "yes", "fuck", and "Potter" emerged haphazardly as Harry jerked
his fist over the boy's exposed glans. Draco's hips clumsily followed his pace,
arching greedily for the final moment that would send him over the edge of his
first assisted collapse into oblivion.
Harry was surprised at his willingness, feeling how new Draco was to the
situation in each awkward jerk of his hips. The blond's arms flexed in his grip
but not once did he try to escape the hold, too engrossed in the sensations
Harry's hand on his cock created.
Harry gasped as Draco's increased movement brought their bodies into contact,
his wet erection slipping easily over Draco's hip. The light trace seemed to
catch Draco's attention, glassy grey eyes snapping straight to fevered green.
Those pale eyes widened in recognition of something he had never witnessed, a
boy who enjoyed other boys. A feral look overtook his features and he began
moving faster, seeking more contact with Harry's sticky tip, eager to finish
them both.
Harry grinned down at him, hand slipping away from Draco's pulsing cock despite
the groan that ripped from the thin boy. He wrapped his wet fingers around his
own cock, giving it a wet stroke before positioning himself against Draco's
slackened hole.
A shuddery breath escaped the boy below him before he gave a shaky nod, the
only permission he seemed capable of.
But Harry needed more, especially after the way Snape had used the Slytherin.
This wasn't about correcting past mistakes. It was about making new and better
ones. "Malfoy," he began, uncertainty dawning for the first time. What if he
didn't actually enjoy this, just because his body reacted to the stimulus? He
was 17 for Merlin's sake. It wasn't like he could help himself now.
Draco returned the look with the same emotion, blinking before thrusting up
against Harry. "Do it, Potter," he whispered, giving a sharp little nod and
clenching his hands together.
Harry swallowed, left hand switching to the blond's hip while he guided himself
with his right.
Even though he had already been used before, Draco's eyes went impossibly wide
as Harry slid inside of him. A gasp slipped through his parted lips as he
lifted his hips and welcomed the stretch and burn of being filled when he so
desperately craved it.
Harry's forehead landed on Draco's shoulder, an explosive sigh ruffling light
blond hair. "Christ, Malfoy. How can you still be so tight?"
A strange chuckle escaped the blond, his hips making tiniest rocking motions
that felt incredible massaging his cock. Harry's hands gripped Draco's hips,
pulling him down as he slid the rest of the way inside.
A satisfied cry answered his thrust, dribbles of precome sliding over the magic
and down Draco's cock to puddle between their stomachs.
Harry cradled those thin hips in his palms, eyes moving over the blond's
flushing chest and face. "How do you like it, Malfoy?"
The question seemed to shock Draco enough that he stopped rocking on Harry's
cock. "I don't," he answered calmly. "Not supposed to enjoy this."
Harry looked down at the bright red skin of Draco's leaking erection. "Looks
like you're enjoying this a lot, Malfoy."
Draco's eyes turned guilty as he observed his own body's reaction. "You must be
doing it wrong."
Harry's smile turned smug. "I'll show you how to do it right."
Draco's eyes slid closed and his mouth dropped open as Harry surged forward,
his nails digging into the backs of his own hands. The sight of the white
crescent moons they left behind could have made Harry come on their own.
Harsh, ragged breaths rushed through the blond's nose as Harry drove him closer
to the waiting precipice. Those hands that were swiftly becoming a kink for
Harry slipped apart only to gain purchase on the edges of the desk, Draco
hanging on for dear life as they rocked faster into each other.
"Touch yourself, Malfoy," Harry gasped, spreading his knees and changing the
angles of his thrusts.
The blond's eyes flew open in shock as the head of Harry's cock drove into
something inside him waiting to ignite. Draco's left hand left the edge of the
desk, wrapping around his raging erection.
"Come on, Potter," he pleaded, stroking faster and faster, gripping the edge of
the desk to hold himself in place.
Harry pounded into his willing body, feeling his hips and thighs start to burn
but determined to force Draco to come first.
Draco's teeth clenched, sparks shooting from whatever it was that Potter's cock
was stroking over, white hot light sparking through his body as the band
released, culminating behind his lowered lids and exploding out through his
cock. A loud wordless cry accompanied his eruption and echoed back to him as
Harry buried himself bollocks deep inside of him and came in long, thick
spurts.
Draco fell limply back against the desk, shallow breaths shuddering through him
as Harry slid his softening cock out of him and slumped down beside him.
That had been...that was...Merciful Merlin...
He didn't know he had even spoken aloud until Harry pushed sweaty strands of
blond hair out of his
eyes and leaned close to whisper:
"I told you I knew how to do it right." Harry rolled onto his side with a
groan, looking kindly over Draco's sweaty face. “It's no wonder,” he whispered.
“No wonder what?”
“Why Snape uses you like he does.”
Even though it stung a little to do so, Draco sat up quickly, turning to level
a glare at Harry's relaxed form. “Get out, Potter.”
“Wha—”
“I said. Get. Out.”
Harry stared at the blond in confusion. Was he really kicking him out? After
that? “Draco...”
“Potter,” he interrupted quickly. “Your familiarity is unappreciated.”
“'Unappreciated',” Harry echoed. “We just fucked. My cock was up your arse,
that's pretty familiar, Malfoy.”
The Slytherin seemed to flinch at his words, shrinking back against the desk as
though to escape them. “Yes, thank you. I needed that vulgar recap to refresh
the memory.”
The familiar sneer was on his face for a few seconds before the expression
slipped, leaving just a pale pointy face that had somehow matured beyond
Harry's notice. “Malfoy, what happened to you?”
Draco laughed darkly. “I'm not eleven anymore, Potter. Now you've had your fun.
Go.”
“But won't you get cold down here, Malfoy?”
“I'm a snake, Potter. Colder inside than out. You should know that.”
Harry nodded though he didn't agree at all with the blond's generalisation. He
knew just how hot Draco was inside.
“Get out, Potter,” he finally whispered. “Don't come back.”
“Will you be here again?”
Draco's answer was a long moment in coming but finally he whispered an
affirmative. “Severus and I have very differing opinions of good behaviour.”
Sharp eyes bore into Harry's. “But next time Severus will put a ward on the
door.”
“Why?”
Draco snorted. “Can't have the Gryffindor Golden Boy going around molesting
poor unsuspecting Slytherins.”
Harry drew himself up to his rather unimpressive tallest, clearly offended. “If
anyone was molesting unsuspecting Slytherins, it was Snape!”
Draco pulled the edges of his robes around him slowly. “Severus has permission.
You however do not. And will not. Leave, Potter.”
Harry stalked away, anger coursing through him. He stopped with his hand
resting on the cold stone of the door knob and turned back, watching as Draco
gingerly turned onto his left side, carefully facing away from the door. The
blond curled into a strained form of the foetal position and even from his
stance near the door Harry could see the fine tremors in Draco's body.
He looked on carefully, noting the prominence of the hipbones he had been
cradling only a half an hour before. Draco's shoulder blades stuck out too, far
more than Harry would have thought a spoiled rich boy's might do. Draco looked
like he was wearing away.
The tremor grew until Draco's whole body shook with it, rustling papers Harry
hadn't bothered to move in their ardour.
The sight of it was familiar to Harry—he'd seen it recently enough—though it
took a moment of thought to place it.
Myrtle's bathroom.
Where Malfoy had broken down over the enormity of the task ahead of him.
Where they had fought. A true Wizard's Duel so completely unlike the short-
lived Dueling Club of their second year.
Where he had used a spell of unknown origin, meaning, and effect.
Where Malfoy had almost died.
Where Draco had cried.
He stepped carefully up to the desk, settling a hand on Draco's heaving
shoulder. “Why are you staying here, Malfoy?”
Draco's eyes were dry though red and the skin around them slightly swollen when
he turned to face him. “I can't very well go back there like this, can I?”
Harry took in the mussed blond hair and finger-shaped bruises where he had held
too enthusiastically tight and the drying come splattered across Draco's chest
and slowly seeping out of his reddened opening. “You do look a bit-”
“Debauched?”
“I was going to say shagged. Does it matter? Surely they expect it when you've
been out so late.”
Draco looked positively offended, drawing himself away from Harry's tainting
influence. “I'm not a Gryffindor, Potter. Free love is not one of our
practices.”
Harry gave the blond a sneer of his own. “That's right. Slytherin: everything
has a price. Even love.”
“Nothing worth having is free, Potter.”
“And yet you give it to Snape.”
Draco's palm caught his cheek, a sharp slap that echoed in the room. “You have
no idea what you're talking about.”
“I know you're full of shit and as dumb as, Malfoy.”
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