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hpkinkfestTitle: Paying the Price for the Perfect Life
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Prompt Number: 49 submitted bydora_the_numph
Kink Showcased: sadism, prompted for: ‘dub-conny unplanned D/s encounters which are not acknowledged when they aren't happening’ but went more non-con
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Auror Harry Potter has a sadistic streak which he controls by unleashing it upon the person of Draco Malfoy as needed to maintain his perfect life as we know it from the Epilogue.
Warnings: non-con, flogging, restraint, D/s, forced oral sex
Word Count: 1,508
Author's Notes: This is technically canon compliant, even epilogue-compliant, though it takes place approximately four years after the end of Book 7.
Sadistic!Harry is a new one for me, but he just wrote himself. It also ended up *very* non-con rather than dub-con. Sorry,dora_the_numph, I hope this still meets your needs!
A very heartfelt thanks to my emergency betaleo_draconis and the mods for understanding that Life sometimes interrupts Writing Schedules and let me sneak this in on the last day!
Draco Malfoy was walking back to his office from the gents’ when an interdepartmental memo struck him in the neck. Sighing, he opened it and read:
Draco swallowed hard, and hurried downstairs. The interrogation chambers had charmed lights in front of them to denote occupancy, and only one was lit. He slid inside, pushed the door shut, and hastily started to disrobe.
Harry didn’t even look up when he heard the door shut. A lazy wave of his wand locked the door, soundproofed the room, and ensured that no one would disturb them until the door was unlocked by his wand. There were certainly some benefits to being an Auror; having continual access to interrogation chambers was a handy perk.
He stood and stretched, making sure the kinks from his morning of desk work were out, before wandering over to the table to check his supplies, conveniently tucked out of sight under a cloth. Yes, everything in place. A small cough interrupted his pleased musings and he turned.
Harry would never tire of the sight of Draco Malfoy’s naked body, kneeling on the stone floor of an Auror interrogation chamber, waiting to be used as he saw fit. He adored Malfoy’s lean, pale, flawless body, blond hair just barely touching shoulders, and grey eyes that lost their steeliness when pain filled them with tears.
“What shall I do with you today, hmm? That whipping last time drew so much blood you needed a Blood-Replenishing Potion.”
Draco shuddered, remembering. The potion had restored his blood levels and a number of spells and charms had allowed him to walk out of the room of his own volition, but he'd had to leave for home immediately, pleading a sudden case of laryngitis to both his supervisor and his wife. He hadn’t been exaggerating, either; he had screamed himself hoarse in that beating.
“Well, let me warm up at least. Stand up against that wall, spread-eagle and facing away from me.”
Draco obeyed, spreading his arms and legs out until leather-lined manacles appeared, holding him fast.
Harry picked up the flogger, weighing it in his hands. The tails were narrow strips of dragon-hide, very hard and durable, and the ends were knotted to leave lovely welts at the end of the lash lines.
“Fifty should warm me up, I think.”
Draco squeaked involuntarily. He wasn’t allowed to speak unless asked a direct question, but that didn’t mean that he could suppress the basic animal instincts that creep back into every wizard’s brain in situations of acute stress.
The first stroke didn’t register with his brain as pain, at first. He heard the far-too-loud CRACK of the tails hitting his back, and felt the stroke as an enormous slap that would have knocked him into the wall and over had he not been so tightly restrained. A split second later, the pain hit him like a wave, radiating from his back and out over his entire body. All the breath in his lungs raced out at once, and he gasped, trying to inhale again.
Harry smirked, watching the reactions of Malfoy’s body against its bondage, and struck again.
Just as the pain was starting to recede, Draco heard/felt the next stroke, and the pain followed. This time it was even worse, if that was possible, as the narrow flogger tails crossed the first stroke’s lines.
By twenty, he was moaning. By fifty, his lip was bleeding where he had bitten it in order to not cry. No matter what would happen, he was determined to not give Potter the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Every week he broke down in tears, but he was going to make it take as long as possible. It was the only bit of control he had left in that room.
After the fiftieth stroke, Harry returned the flogger to the table and casually waved his wand to release the manacles, not caring that Malfoy fell to the ground in a heap. He was starting to become erect and adjusted himself discreetly before walking over to the gasping figure on the floor.
“Come on now, that was just a warm-up. Honestly, the way you behave you’d think you were a girl. Come to think of it, I wonder how you’d look as a girl…”
He grabbed Malfoy’s hair and pulled his head upright roughly. No tears yet, but he had bitten his lip. Harry quickly slapped Malfoy on both cheeks, delighting in how red the marks were. Damn, he was getting hard. He'd had lots of plans for this session, but right now relief was the most important thing on his mind. Besides, as long as he made the git cry, he had what he wanted.
Dragging Malfoy by the hair, he headed to the chair by the table. He sat down and looked steadily at the man at his feet.
“Suck me.”
Draco’s eyes widened in panic. He was expected to give Potter a blowjob? He had received his share, of course, but Merlin, he was straight! He had a wife! Hell, Potter had a wife. And, if rumour held true, a child on the way. This was just to humiliate him.
Harry sighed impatiently, undoing his robes and pulling his pants down. Hastily he grabbed Malfoy by the hair again and pushed the ferret’s face towards the eagerly bobbing cock in front of it.
“Suck me, now.” he growled. His cock was already seeping at the head, and he just wanted release.
Draco whimpered, but another slap across his face made him submit, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around Potter’s cock. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, but Potter’s hands, one in his hair and one on his throat, were already forcing his movements. He did his best to keep his teeth away and breathe through his nose as Potter roughly and systematically fucked his face.
The realisation that he was providing sexual favours to someone not his wife, to a man, to Harry fucking Potter, for Merlin’s sake, was too much for him, and the tears that had come to his eyes with the slaps ran down his face.
Mercifully, shortly after he started to cry, Potter shoved his cock all the way down Draco’s throat, shuddered, and came. It tasted salty, and musky, and slightly slimy, but he had no choice but to swallow.
Harry released Malfoy, wiped the head of his cock across Malfoy’s still red cheek, and stood up, pulling his pants up and buttoning his robes again. He waved his wand and all his supplies repacked themselves into the little pouch he kept in his robe pockets. He wondered idly if he had ever thanked Hermione for that Undetectable Extension Charm she’d perfected at the start of their seventh year. Of course, if she only knew how he was using it he would never hear the end of it. Hermione had lobbied for House-elf rights and taken up the case of any disliked magical group within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and now that she was working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she probably would take up the cause of Ferrety Gits in a heartbeat.
A few housekeeping spells later, there was no evidence that anything had occurred in that interrogation chamber. He turned to Malfoy with an impatient sigh.
“You had better hurry up and dress, you know. We have that interdepartmental meeting in fifteen minutes, and I am not guaranteeing any privacy in here once I unlock that door.”
With that, he unlocked the door, releasing all the protective charms, and headed out, turning back at the threshold only to add, “I’ll be in touch soon. Remember, if you think to not show up, or tell anyone about our little meetings, I’ll use my Auror authority to get you sacked and publicly disgraced again. Incidentally, I’m sure Astoria wouldn’t be happy to hear you were blowing men in the Ministry.”
On that cheerful note, Harry leisurely wandered off to the staff meeting room where the bimonthly interdepartmental meetings were held. Perhaps he could get a fresh cup of coffee and a biscuit before that boring, interminable, paper-shuffling nightmare of a meeting started. His day was looking up, and he started to whistle, ignoring the glares of the secretaries he passed. He was married to a beautiful witch, his first child was on the way, and he had finally found a way to deal with that little itch. Life was good.
~~~
Draco Malfoy slipped into the interdepartmental meeting ten minutes late. Luckily, no one seemed to notice with the exception of Hermione Weasley, née Granger, who frowned at him and slid a copy of the agenda across the table. As the meeting droned on, he found himself wondering which excuse he could make to his wife tonight, and how long he could keep this up before she started asking questions. He couldn’t afford to lose everything in his life a second time.
Author: Mathsy the
mathnerdPrompt Number: 49 submitted by
dora_the_numphKink Showcased: sadism, prompted for: ‘dub-conny unplanned D/s encounters which are not acknowledged when they aren't happening’ but went more non-con
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Auror Harry Potter has a sadistic streak which he controls by unleashing it upon the person of Draco Malfoy as needed to maintain his perfect life as we know it from the Epilogue.
Warnings: non-con, flogging, restraint, D/s, forced oral sex
Word Count: 1,508
Author's Notes: This is technically canon compliant, even epilogue-compliant, though it takes place approximately four years after the end of Book 7.
Sadistic!Harry is a new one for me, but he just wrote himself. It also ended up *very* non-con rather than dub-con. Sorry,
dora_the_numph, I hope this still meets your needs!A very heartfelt thanks to my emergency beta
leo_draconis and the mods for understanding that Life sometimes interrupts Writing Schedules and let me sneak this in on the last day!Draco Malfoy was walking back to his office from the gents’ when an interdepartmental memo struck him in the neck. Sighing, he opened it and read:
Auror interrogation, eighth level, ten minutes. Don’t be late.
HP
Draco swallowed hard, and hurried downstairs. The interrogation chambers had charmed lights in front of them to denote occupancy, and only one was lit. He slid inside, pushed the door shut, and hastily started to disrobe.
Harry didn’t even look up when he heard the door shut. A lazy wave of his wand locked the door, soundproofed the room, and ensured that no one would disturb them until the door was unlocked by his wand. There were certainly some benefits to being an Auror; having continual access to interrogation chambers was a handy perk.
He stood and stretched, making sure the kinks from his morning of desk work were out, before wandering over to the table to check his supplies, conveniently tucked out of sight under a cloth. Yes, everything in place. A small cough interrupted his pleased musings and he turned.
Harry would never tire of the sight of Draco Malfoy’s naked body, kneeling on the stone floor of an Auror interrogation chamber, waiting to be used as he saw fit. He adored Malfoy’s lean, pale, flawless body, blond hair just barely touching shoulders, and grey eyes that lost their steeliness when pain filled them with tears.
“What shall I do with you today, hmm? That whipping last time drew so much blood you needed a Blood-Replenishing Potion.”
Draco shuddered, remembering. The potion had restored his blood levels and a number of spells and charms had allowed him to walk out of the room of his own volition, but he'd had to leave for home immediately, pleading a sudden case of laryngitis to both his supervisor and his wife. He hadn’t been exaggerating, either; he had screamed himself hoarse in that beating.
“Well, let me warm up at least. Stand up against that wall, spread-eagle and facing away from me.”
Draco obeyed, spreading his arms and legs out until leather-lined manacles appeared, holding him fast.
Harry picked up the flogger, weighing it in his hands. The tails were narrow strips of dragon-hide, very hard and durable, and the ends were knotted to leave lovely welts at the end of the lash lines.
“Fifty should warm me up, I think.”
Draco squeaked involuntarily. He wasn’t allowed to speak unless asked a direct question, but that didn’t mean that he could suppress the basic animal instincts that creep back into every wizard’s brain in situations of acute stress.
The first stroke didn’t register with his brain as pain, at first. He heard the far-too-loud CRACK of the tails hitting his back, and felt the stroke as an enormous slap that would have knocked him into the wall and over had he not been so tightly restrained. A split second later, the pain hit him like a wave, radiating from his back and out over his entire body. All the breath in his lungs raced out at once, and he gasped, trying to inhale again.
Harry smirked, watching the reactions of Malfoy’s body against its bondage, and struck again.
Just as the pain was starting to recede, Draco heard/felt the next stroke, and the pain followed. This time it was even worse, if that was possible, as the narrow flogger tails crossed the first stroke’s lines.
By twenty, he was moaning. By fifty, his lip was bleeding where he had bitten it in order to not cry. No matter what would happen, he was determined to not give Potter the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Every week he broke down in tears, but he was going to make it take as long as possible. It was the only bit of control he had left in that room.
After the fiftieth stroke, Harry returned the flogger to the table and casually waved his wand to release the manacles, not caring that Malfoy fell to the ground in a heap. He was starting to become erect and adjusted himself discreetly before walking over to the gasping figure on the floor.
“Come on now, that was just a warm-up. Honestly, the way you behave you’d think you were a girl. Come to think of it, I wonder how you’d look as a girl…”
He grabbed Malfoy’s hair and pulled his head upright roughly. No tears yet, but he had bitten his lip. Harry quickly slapped Malfoy on both cheeks, delighting in how red the marks were. Damn, he was getting hard. He'd had lots of plans for this session, but right now relief was the most important thing on his mind. Besides, as long as he made the git cry, he had what he wanted.
Dragging Malfoy by the hair, he headed to the chair by the table. He sat down and looked steadily at the man at his feet.
“Suck me.”
Draco’s eyes widened in panic. He was expected to give Potter a blowjob? He had received his share, of course, but Merlin, he was straight! He had a wife! Hell, Potter had a wife. And, if rumour held true, a child on the way. This was just to humiliate him.
Harry sighed impatiently, undoing his robes and pulling his pants down. Hastily he grabbed Malfoy by the hair again and pushed the ferret’s face towards the eagerly bobbing cock in front of it.
“Suck me, now.” he growled. His cock was already seeping at the head, and he just wanted release.
Draco whimpered, but another slap across his face made him submit, opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around Potter’s cock. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, but Potter’s hands, one in his hair and one on his throat, were already forcing his movements. He did his best to keep his teeth away and breathe through his nose as Potter roughly and systematically fucked his face.
The realisation that he was providing sexual favours to someone not his wife, to a man, to Harry fucking Potter, for Merlin’s sake, was too much for him, and the tears that had come to his eyes with the slaps ran down his face.
Mercifully, shortly after he started to cry, Potter shoved his cock all the way down Draco’s throat, shuddered, and came. It tasted salty, and musky, and slightly slimy, but he had no choice but to swallow.
Harry released Malfoy, wiped the head of his cock across Malfoy’s still red cheek, and stood up, pulling his pants up and buttoning his robes again. He waved his wand and all his supplies repacked themselves into the little pouch he kept in his robe pockets. He wondered idly if he had ever thanked Hermione for that Undetectable Extension Charm she’d perfected at the start of their seventh year. Of course, if she only knew how he was using it he would never hear the end of it. Hermione had lobbied for House-elf rights and taken up the case of any disliked magical group within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and now that she was working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she probably would take up the cause of Ferrety Gits in a heartbeat.
A few housekeeping spells later, there was no evidence that anything had occurred in that interrogation chamber. He turned to Malfoy with an impatient sigh.
“You had better hurry up and dress, you know. We have that interdepartmental meeting in fifteen minutes, and I am not guaranteeing any privacy in here once I unlock that door.”
With that, he unlocked the door, releasing all the protective charms, and headed out, turning back at the threshold only to add, “I’ll be in touch soon. Remember, if you think to not show up, or tell anyone about our little meetings, I’ll use my Auror authority to get you sacked and publicly disgraced again. Incidentally, I’m sure Astoria wouldn’t be happy to hear you were blowing men in the Ministry.”
On that cheerful note, Harry leisurely wandered off to the staff meeting room where the bimonthly interdepartmental meetings were held. Perhaps he could get a fresh cup of coffee and a biscuit before that boring, interminable, paper-shuffling nightmare of a meeting started. His day was looking up, and he started to whistle, ignoring the glares of the secretaries he passed. He was married to a beautiful witch, his first child was on the way, and he had finally found a way to deal with that little itch. Life was good.
Draco Malfoy slipped into the interdepartmental meeting ten minutes late. Luckily, no one seemed to notice with the exception of Hermione Weasley, née Granger, who frowned at him and slid a copy of the agenda across the table. As the meeting droned on, he found himself wondering which excuse he could make to his wife tonight, and how long he could keep this up before she started asking questions. He couldn’t afford to lose everything in his life a second time.
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