FIC: Fairy Dust (Harry/Ron/Draco, NC-17)
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hpkinkfestTitle: Fairy Dust
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Prompt Number: 405 submitted bylokifan
Kink Showcased: Manhandling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ron/Draco
Summary: Malfoy needs to be taught a lesson. Aurors Potter and Weasley are on the case.
Warnings: Dubious consent; serious abuse of authority; humiliation; drug abuse; questionable ethics on all sides
Word Count: ~4,600
Author's Notes: I wasn’t even planning to participate this year, but I couldn’t resistlokifan’s delicious prompt! Thanks to A for the beta work.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Malfoy whirled around, going for his wand, but Harry disarmed him with a casual Expelliarmus. Ron grabbed Malfoy's other wrist and lifted his arm so they could see the tiny vial clutched in his fist.
“Looks like Fairy Dust to me,” said Harry.
Ron squeezed Malfoy's wrist until he let out a cry of pain and dropped the vial. It bounced along the cobblestones lining the alley; Harry scooped it up.
Malfoy tried to wrench his arm out of Ron's grip. “Let me go, you oaf.”
“You know what the penalty is for possession of Fairy Dust? Minimum one year in Azkaban – and that's for people without criminal records.”
“We've got you on more than possession, too.” Harry pocketed the vial. “We saw how you 'paid' for this.”
“Yeah, I think you've still got some come on your face,” Ron said.
Malfoy's eyes widened and he raised his free hand to his cheek before he realised that Ron was joking. Face twisting with fury, he lashed out. Ron dodged the punch, caught his hand, and twisted both of Malfoy's arms behind his back.
“Get off me, Weasley.” Malfoy struggled to free himself, but there wasn't much he could do with Ron standing behind him, pinning his arms. “You'll fucking regret this, I swear – ”
Harry shot sparks out of his wand, startling Malfoy into silence. “I'd think twice before making any more threats, if I were you. We have enough to charge you with possession and unlicensed prostitution. Do you want us to add resisting arrest?”
Though Malfoy stopped moving, his eyes burned with hatred. “You bastards. Let go of me.”
“Since you asked so nicely...” Ron released Malfoy's wrists and gave his back a hard shove, sending him stumbling towards Harry, who caught him by the shoulders. They were the same height, but Malfoy was so thin and angular that he seemed smaller.
It was well known throughout the Auror Department that not only was Draco Malfoy addicted to Fairy Dust, he would do anything to avoid being arrested. A competition of sorts had sprung up among some of the Aurors as they tried to see who could humiliate Malfoy the most, get him to debase himself the furthest.
The game had always vaguely sickened Harry, and he and Ron had stayed well out of it – until Malfoy had made Molly cry at last week's Ministry function. Now they were in it to win it.
Harry's threat had been effective; Malfoy stayed motionless even as Harry's hands tightened on his shoulders. His breathing was rapid and his cheeks flushed, but he kept his chin up, meeting Harry's eyes straight-on.
“Why are you buying drugs with sex, anyway?” Harry asked. “Mummy and Daddy won't fund your habit?”
“I think he just likes it.” Ron moved up behind Malfoy, placing one large, broad hand on the back of his neck. Malfoy flinched, but didn't otherwise react.
“Maybe.” Harry smoothed a hand across Malfoy's collarbone and over his throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or maybe he just doesn't want his parents knowing he's a little junkie whore.”
That got a reaction. “Fuck you, Potter.”
“Hey, I'm just doing my job. Should we read him his rights, Ron?”
“No!” Malfoy put his hand on top of Harry's – not in an attempt to remove it, but in supplication. “Please, I can't – I can't be arrested. They won't understand.”
Though Harry had no intention of bringing Malfoy into the DMLE, he sighed as if making some huge concession. “I'll tell you what, Malfoy. Ron and I will do a quick search, and if we don't find any other contraband, we'll just confiscate the Fairy Dust and let you off with a warning.”
Malfoy relaxed, dropping his hand. Harry released his throat and nodded to Ron, who reached around Malfoy's body to flick open the clasps on his fine grey robes.
“What the fuck – ” Malfoy tried to pull away, and was dragged back by Ron's arm around his waist. “What are you doing?”
“Do you have some kind of short-term memory loss? Harry just told you we were going to search you.”
“With a spell!”
“What gave you that idea?” Harry said. “I don't remember mentioning a spell at all.”
It took Malfoy longer than it really should have to put the pieces together, given what the Auror Department had been putting him through for the past year. His mouth fell open and uncertainty flickered across his face. “You're not serious.”
“We're very serious. Take off your robes.”
Malfoy shook his head. His breathing had sped back up; he was starting to panic again. Ron made a disgusted noise and pulled at the shoulders of his robes.
“Don't yank at them, you beast,” Malfoy snapped. “These robes cost more than you make in a month. Merlin.” He waited for Ron to let go of his waist, eased his robes off, then stood staring at the filthy alley ground with unconcealed disgust.
“Oh, for God's sake.” Harry grabbed the robes away from him and protected them with a barrier charm before tossing them to the ground. “Poncy little git.”
He turned his attention back to Malfoy, now dressed in only a button-down and trousers. Ron was rubbing his hands up and down Malfoy's arms in a parody of comfort, and Malfoy looked ready to lash out any moment. Harry stepped towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Why are you doing this?” Malfoy asked, voice strained.
Looking into his eyes, Harry saw only anger and anxiety – no remorse, no comprehension. “You really don't know, do you? You have no idea.”
“I know you're a sick, twisted f – ”
Harry slapped his face, just hard enough to startle him. “You'll want to watch that smart mouth. That's what got you into this mess in the first place.” Before Malfoy could regather his wits enough to respond, Harry pushed the panels of his shirt apart.
“Fuck, Malfoy, have you gained a single ounce since Hogwarts?” Ron said with a derisive laugh. “You look the same way you did when you were eighteen.”
“It's the Fairy Dust,” said Harry. “Speeds up the metabolism and saps the appetite.”
“I heard it makes people want to fuck for hours, too.”
Harry smoothed his hands down Malfoy's narrow chest to span his waist. “That why you take it, Malfoy? So you can get your arse worked over by as many blokes as possible?”
That was the last straw for Malfoy. He went berserk, thrashing and cursing and kicking. One of his feet caught Harry hard in the shin. Ron wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s upper body and squeezed, trying to subdue him, but Malfoy threw his weight backwards until they both went stumbling into the wall.
Harry was actually glad Malfoy was putting up a fight. If he’d just given in, if he’d begged or cried, Harry wouldn’t have been able to go through with this. But it was past time for Malfoy to be taught a lesson about respect.
He drew his wand and pressed the tip against Malfoy’s throat. Malfoy sagged in Ron’s arms with a frustrated, closemouthed scream.
“Going back on our deal?” Harry asked.
“What do you want? You want to fuck me, is that it? Hurt me?”
So those stories hadn’t been exaggerations, after all. Harry shook his head. “I told you, we’re just going to search you. Are you going to cooperate?”
Seeing Malfoy pinned up against Ron’s much-larger body like a pale little butterfly was doing strange things to Harry’s stomach. He almost – almost – hoped Malfoy would say no.
“Yes.” The word was tight, spoken through gritted teeth.
Ron relaxed his grip, running his hands over Malfoy’s bare skin beneath his open shirt. “Nothing under here,” he said to Harry, voice rough. He flicked Malfoy’s nipples with his thumbs, and Malfoy jerked against him.
Harry squatted on the ground. He slipped his fingers beneath the hem of Malfoy’s trousers to caress the sharp bones of his ankle, then patted both hands up Malfoy’s calf and thigh. When he moved from one leg to the other, Harry dragged his hand across Malfoy’s groin in a way he never would in a normal search, giving his balls a threatening squeeze.
“I don’t know,” said Harry once he’d worked his way down to Malfoy’s other ankle. “I don’t feel anything, but he could be using concealing spells on his clothing.”
“You know I’m not.”
“Oh, we’ll just take your word for it, shall we?” Ron tugged Malfoy’s belt open, hands quick and competent against the black leather. Malfoy stared down at them with an unreadable expression.
Ron lowered the zip on Malfoy’s trousers, and Harry pushed his hand inside, stroking his fingers over the line of Malfoy’s soft cock through his pants. “Not much in here, either,” he said, pressing the heel of his hand more firmly against Malfoy’s groin.
Malfoy’s cock twitched.
Harry went still, lifting his eyes to Malfoy’s face. Malfoy had turned his head aside, eyes closed and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break. It wasn’t preposterous that he would react to having his cock touched, even under these circumstance – a little weird, maybe, but not beyond the realm of possibility. Harry shrugged the thought aside and pulled Malfoy’s trousers and pants down in one go, taking his shoes with them. He let Malfoy keep his socks, considering how disgusting the ground was.
Fuck, everything about Malfoy was so narrow. He really did still look like a teenager with his slim hips and lean legs. Ron seemed to be thinking along the same lines, moving his hands down to explore Malfoy’s sharp, prominent hipbones. Harry’s cock stirred as he watched.
This wasn’t supposed to be sexual. They’d planned to rough Malfoy up a little, embarrass him, make it clear that they weren’t going to take his shit anymore. Bringing sex into it would make this less like justified retribution and more like rape; Harry wasn’t willing to cross that line under any circumstances, no matter what Malfoy had done for other Aurors. He caught Ron’s eye and shook his head. With a grudging sigh, Ron spun Malfoy around and shoved him face-first into the wall.
“Ow, fuck,” Malfoy said. He brought his hands up to brace himself against the wall, but didn’t try to get away. “There’s no need to throw me around, Weasley, I can move perfectly well by myself.”
Ron smacked his arse, only half-visible under the hem of his shirt. “Shut up and spread your legs.”
A strange frisson of tension rolled through Malfoy from head to foot. When he spoke, his voice was uneven. “Why?”
“You think we don’t know where drug mules keep their product? Open up.”
“I’m not a – ”
Ron pushed down hard on the small of Malfoy’s back and kicked his legs apart at the same time, forcing Malfoy to bend at the waist to keep his balance. Harry moved around to the side so he could get a better view.
“Figures the only thing on you that’s not scrawny would be your arse,” said Ron, palming Malfoy’s full, round arsecheeks. “Got to keep the goods in shape if you want to sell them, right?”
Malfoy hung his head between his arms, hiding his face, and didn’t respond.
Ron lifted the tails of Malfoy’s shirt to bare the rest of his arse, then gave it another hard slap. Harry couldn’t blame him – Malfoy had the kind of arse that just begged for a spanking.
When Ron cast a lubrication spell and shoved his index finger inside all at once, Malfoy lurched forward with a low grunt. Ron moved his finger in a slow, grinding circle, pressing his knuckle against every inch of Malfoy’s rim.
“Got anything?” Harry asked. He ignored the steadily growing ache in his balls. They were almost done here. It would be enough to leave Malfoy half-naked and shamed in a dirty alley; there was no need to take it any further than that. He could Apparate Ron back to his flat, and they could pull each other off and never, ever talk about this again.
“I don’t think so. He’s pretty tight – I’m surprised he manages to get anything up here at all.”
Ron pushed in a second finger, then scissored them apart to spread Malfoy’s hole. Malfoy sucked in a shuddering breath, and when he exhaled, it came out as a moan.
Harry and Ron both froze. Ron flicked his eyes sideways, shooting Harry a questioning glance. All Harry could was shrug. Maybe it hadn’t been what it sounded like?
Ron twisted his hand. The sound that came out of Malfoy was abrupt, bitten-off, but unmistakably one of pleasure. Heart pounding, Harry moved closer to Malfoy and raised his shirt just high enough so that he could see Malfoy’s cock. It was swollen and full, straining towards Malfoy’s abdomen, wet at the tip where a bit of precome had welled up. Harry dropped the shirt as if burnt, taking a step back as several previously unasked questions occurred to him.
Such as, why did Malfoy meet his dealers in public alleys when he could just as easily meet them in private clubs or hotel rooms? Why were there never any wards up to discourage surveillance? Why, after getting caught the first time, did Malfoy keep putting himself in the same situation over and over?
“Oh, my God,” said Harry. “You get caught on purpose.”
“What?” Malfoy lifted his head; his eyes were wide and his entire face was bright pink. “You’re mad, Potter.”
“No. You’re not stupid. You want the Aurors to catch you, because you enjoy what they do to you afterwards.”
“That’s sick. Why would I… why would anyone…” Malfoy closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the wall, body shaking. He let out a broken whine when Ron withdrew his fingers.
“For fuck’s sake, Malfoy,” Ron said, cleaning his hand with a spell. “If you just wanted people to smack you around and humiliate you, there are places you can go for that.”
“I don’t! I don’t want that, you’re disgusting – ”
“Really? Because nobody’s touching you anymore, and you’re still bent over with your arse in the air.”
Malfoy straightened up like he’d been hit with a Petrificus, but he remained leaning against the wall, his face and erection out of sight. Harry and Ron looked at each other.
“We can’t leave him like this,” said Ron. “The way he is now, he’ll let the first bloke who walks down this alley have a go at him. Maybe worse.”
“What do you want to do, take him to the Manor?” At Ron’s answering expression, Harry said, “No. We’re not fucking him. He doesn’t want it.”
“Are you kidding me? Look at him! He’s practically gagging for it.”
Ron had a point. Malfoy could have made a break for it by now – gone for his wand or even just his clothes – but instead he was standing where they’d put him, rock hard and breathing like he was running a race.
“Is he right, Malfoy? Do you want us to fuck you?”
“No.” Malfoy’s tone was such that he might as well have said gods, yes, please.
“See?”
“He said no.”
Ron made a scoffing noise. “He didn’t mean it.”
“It doesn’t matter. A no is a no. It would still be rape.”
Ron sighed and gave an acquiescent nod, which was why it came as a surprise when he plastered his body against Malfoy’s back and pushed him harder into the wall. He braced his hands on either side of Malfoy’s shoulders, trapping Malfoy between his arms. “That’s true, you know,” he said, bending his head to speak into Malfoy’s ear. “And Harry and I aren’t rapists. If you want to get fucked, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
“I can’t. I can’t say it, please don’t make me –”
Against his better judgment, Harry put a hand on the back of Malfoy’s neck, which was hot and damp with sweat. Ron rolled his hips against Malfoy’s arse, and Malfoy let out a sob that would have been a deal-breaker for Harry if it hadn’t been full of arousal more than anything else.
“You have to say something,” Harry said. “Anything. Just so we know you won’t try to charge us with rape later.”
“I…I…” Malfoy’s expression was a battle between desire and humiliation. “If you were to… fuck me… I wouldn’t consider it rape.”
“That’s good enough,” said Ron.
It really wasn’t. Any halfway decent prosecutor would be able to look at this memory and see that Malfoy was too distraught to be capable of rational thought, not to mention under considerable duress. But for Malfoy to bring charges against them, he’d have to disclose the context of the situation, which he would never be willing to do. Besides, he was being such a fucking slut…
Harry nodded. “All right.”
Ron slid one hand around to fondle Malfoy’s cock and balls, rucking Malfoy’s shirt up with the other so that Harry could see. “Yeah, he’s about to pop, all right. Spread those legs for me again, Malfoy.”
Breath hitching, Malfoy shifted his legs shoulder-width apart. Ron gave his arse a good smack.
“Come on, a whore like you can do better than that. I know you bend over for all your dealers.”
“Gods.” Malfoy spread his legs obscenely wide and arched his back. “Don’t talk to me that way, you cretin.”
“Why not? You like it.”
“Which is fine,” Harry said with a sharp glare at Ron. It was obvious that Malfoy was ashamed and half in denial about his own needs; pushing him too hard would be a mistake. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Never said there was.” Ron pulled Malfoy’s arsecheeks apart, kneading them. “You need to be stretched more?”
“No, it’s fine. Just… you can do it.”
Ron slicked his cock up with the same spell, grabbed Malfoy’ hips, and drove in with one brutal thrust. Malfoy shrieked, scrabbling at the wall when Ron set a rapid, rutting pace right off the bat. Though he gasped and squirmed under the vigorous assault, he didn’t resist it.
“That’s right. Just take it, you little slag.”
Fascinated by Malfoy’s reaction, Harry caught his chin and turned Malfoy’s head towards him, wanting to see his face. Malfoy whined in objection and jerked away, but Harry tangled his fingers in Malfoy’s hair and forced his head back around. The way Malfoy shut his eyes and bit his lip to try to stifle his moans made Harry feel like he was burning alive.
“Don’t let him come yet,” Harry said to Ron. Then he gave Malfoy’s head a gentle shake to get his attention. “Do you remember Auror Thompson?”
Malfoy’s harsh intake of breath answered that question.
“He told us that he fucked you on your hands and knees, made you call him Daddy, and that you came so hard he thought you were having a seizure. I thought he was making it all up, but now I think he was telling the truth.”
“He told you that?” Malfoy’s voice cracked, though whether that was due to the topic or to the energetic arse-pounding he was getting from Ron was unclear.
“Yeah. They talk about you, you know – the things they do with you. To you.”
Malfoy let out a low cry, his entire body shuddering, and he yanked his head out of Harry’s grasp. Harry let him go.
“Fuck, he liked that,” Ron said, panting through his exertions. “Tightened up on me like a virgin.”
Harry looked down at Malfoy’s cock, which was an angry red and so swollen that Harry’s own cock throbbed in sympathy. Harry grasped the base of it and squeezed until Malfoy grunted in discomfort. “You’re not coming until we’ve both had a turn.”
“No, please, I need to – ”
Harry squeezed his cock again.
“Ow! Potter, you arsehole – ”
“I'm almost there.” The thick, meaty sound of Ron's hipbones slapping against Malfoy's arse echoed off the alley walls; there were already bruises forming on Malfoy's pale skin beneath his fingers. “Come on, Malfoy, don't you want me to come inside you? Fill up that sweet arse?”
Malfoy shook his head, even though he was pushing himself back onto Ron's cock in the most uninhibited display of sluttishness Harry had ever seen. Harry gave his cock one long, agonizingly slow stroke.
“You're not going to come until Ron does,” he said.
“Gods, Weasley, just do it, just – just come in me.”
“Merlin's – fucking – balls.” Ron punctuated each word with a deep, hard thrust, then bottomed out and groaned with pleasure. He ground his hips in a circle for a few moments before withdrawing.
Malfoy gasped at the loss, and Harry rubbed his back. “Stand up and turn around.”
It took him some effort, but Malfoy managed to get his legs steady beneath himself and turn so that his back was to the wall. “What... why...”
Harry traded places with Ron, adjusting his clothes to pull out his cock. The mixed anxiety and yearning on Malfoy's face only made Harry's lust more urgent. He hooked his arms beneath Malfoy's thighs and lifted him, holding him up against the wall. Malfoy grabbed Harry's shoulders with a startled squeak.
“Don't, Potter, you'll drop me.”
“I won't,” said Harry. Malfoy hardly weighed anything at all; it was no strain for Harry to hold him in the right position to spear with his cock.
“Ah!” Malfoy's head fell back, cracking against the bricks. “Potter – the wall – ”
Harry eased his cock in and out with shallow strokes, enjoying the squeeze of Malfoy's hot, wet hole around him. “Ron, do something about the wall for the princess, will you?”
Once Ron had cast a Cushioning Charm, Harry let himself go, pistoning his hips and fucking up into Malfoy as hard as he could. Malfoy cried out again and again, head lolling on the wall, hands fisted in Harry's robes. He was utterly wrecked – needy, wanton, helpless and pinned with his arse stuffed full of Harry's cock and Ron’s come.
Harry wasn’t usually one for dirty talk, but the words spilled out of him without conscious volition. “You want this, don’t you? You need it. Just can’t get enough Auror cock.”
“Shut up!” Malfoy’s defiance was somewhat undermined by the frantic note of arousal in his voice. “I’m not – I don’t – ”
“You can’t even form a full sentence.” Ron slid a hand between Harry and Malfoy’s bodies to torment Malfoy’s nipples, flicking and pinching. “You know what this means, right? Every time you see us, for the rest of your life, you’ll know you showed us what a cock-hungry whore you are and let us fuck you in a dirty alley.”
Harry hadn’t thought about that – running into Malfoy on the street or at a Ministry function, knowing exactly what he looked and sounded like when he was getting a good, proper rogering…
Every one of Malfoy’s breaths came out a ragged moan. He’d never be able to mouth off at them again, not now that they knew how much he liked to be manhandled and humiliated and treated like a cheap whore. Who would have guessed that the best way to shut Malfoy up was to bend him over?
Harry abandoned all attempts at rhythm; his only desire now was to spill his seed inside Malfoy and dirty him up. Sweat trickled down his forehead and stung his eyes as he drove towards climax.
“Make him come,” he said to Ron.
Ron dropped his hand from Malfoy’s nipples to his cock. He only got in five or six brisk pumps before Malfoy screamed and seized up, legs locking around Harry’s arms and back bowing off the wall. Come shot over Harry’s robes and his own bare chest in pulse after pulse, Ron milking him through it until his screams subsided into hoarse groans.
“Too much,” Malfoy protested, and that did it for Harry. He shouted out loud and emptied his balls into Malfoy, thrusting as long as he possibly could. Only when his cock softened and slipped out did he still his hips.
Harry took a few moments to catch his breath and revel in the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm, then set Malfoy down. The second his feet touched the ground, Malfoy’s knees buckled. Harry and Ron had to catch his arms to keep him from collapsing.
Ron chuckled. “I think he’s all fucked out.”
While Harry cleaned himself off and straightened his clothing, Malfoy leaned against Ron like a broken doll, eyes closed and body trembling. Harry raised his wand to cast a Scourgify on Malfoy as well, but Ron shook his head.
“Leave it. He can clean it up later if he wants.”
Malfoy was so dazed and clumsy that they both had to help him back into his clothes. There was no question of leaving him naked like their original plan had called for; double-teaming a bloke and then leaving him naked, emotionally vulnerable, and full of easily traced semen was not a smart career move.
Once Malfoy was dressed, Harry tapped his cheek until Malfoy focused on him. “You can’t do this anymore, Malfoy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Malfoy’s eyes sharpened, losing a bit of that spaced-out look.
“Yes, you do. No more deliberately provoking Aurors into fucking you. If anyone found out what’s going on, the scandal would bring the whole Department crashing down. If you can’t let yourself enjoy this kind of thing without feeling forced into it, find another way.”
“Fuck you.” Malfoy shoved Harry away. “I’m not some kind of pervert.”
“Oh, you’re all kinds of pervert,” said Ron.
The glare Malfoy gave him was so full of loathing that he might never have been the needy slut who’d spread his legs for Ron’s cock. “Give me my wand back.”
Harry handed it to him, readying his own just in case, but Malfoy just slipped it up his sleeve and started for the street. After a moment’s indecision, Harry caught his elbow.
“Malfoy, wait.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“All right.” Harry let go. “Look, it’s no secret you’re addicted to Fairy Dust, and the Auror Department has been trying to get a handle on that trade for a while.”
“So?”
“So Ron and I might be in the market for a confidential informant.”
Behind Harry, Ron let out a surprised hum. Harry trusted him to know where he was going with this.
Malfoy crossed his arms. “I’m not going to tell you anything.”
“You might, under duress. Or you might not. We won’t know unless we try.”
It took Malfoy a couple of seconds to figure out what Harry was suggesting. He blinked and then looked away, his blush returning.
“If you think you have information for us, just go to the Leaky Cauldron and rent a room,” Harry said. “Tell Russell at the bar to let us know. He’s discreet; we use him a lot.”
“I’m not interested.”
Harry shrugged. “You might change your mind.”
Malfoy shook his head and walked away, disappearing onto the street. Ron stepped up beside Harry and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Five Galleons says we hear from him before the weekend.”
“You’re on.”
Author:
gypsyflamePrompt Number: 405 submitted by
lokifanKink Showcased: Manhandling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ron/Draco
Summary: Malfoy needs to be taught a lesson. Aurors Potter and Weasley are on the case.
Warnings: Dubious consent; serious abuse of authority; humiliation; drug abuse; questionable ethics on all sides
Word Count: ~4,600
Author's Notes: I wasn’t even planning to participate this year, but I couldn’t resist
lokifan’s delicious prompt! Thanks to A for the beta work.“Well, what do we have here?”
Malfoy whirled around, going for his wand, but Harry disarmed him with a casual Expelliarmus. Ron grabbed Malfoy's other wrist and lifted his arm so they could see the tiny vial clutched in his fist.
“Looks like Fairy Dust to me,” said Harry.
Ron squeezed Malfoy's wrist until he let out a cry of pain and dropped the vial. It bounced along the cobblestones lining the alley; Harry scooped it up.
Malfoy tried to wrench his arm out of Ron's grip. “Let me go, you oaf.”
“You know what the penalty is for possession of Fairy Dust? Minimum one year in Azkaban – and that's for people without criminal records.”
“We've got you on more than possession, too.” Harry pocketed the vial. “We saw how you 'paid' for this.”
“Yeah, I think you've still got some come on your face,” Ron said.
Malfoy's eyes widened and he raised his free hand to his cheek before he realised that Ron was joking. Face twisting with fury, he lashed out. Ron dodged the punch, caught his hand, and twisted both of Malfoy's arms behind his back.
“Get off me, Weasley.” Malfoy struggled to free himself, but there wasn't much he could do with Ron standing behind him, pinning his arms. “You'll fucking regret this, I swear – ”
Harry shot sparks out of his wand, startling Malfoy into silence. “I'd think twice before making any more threats, if I were you. We have enough to charge you with possession and unlicensed prostitution. Do you want us to add resisting arrest?”
Though Malfoy stopped moving, his eyes burned with hatred. “You bastards. Let go of me.”
“Since you asked so nicely...” Ron released Malfoy's wrists and gave his back a hard shove, sending him stumbling towards Harry, who caught him by the shoulders. They were the same height, but Malfoy was so thin and angular that he seemed smaller.
It was well known throughout the Auror Department that not only was Draco Malfoy addicted to Fairy Dust, he would do anything to avoid being arrested. A competition of sorts had sprung up among some of the Aurors as they tried to see who could humiliate Malfoy the most, get him to debase himself the furthest.
The game had always vaguely sickened Harry, and he and Ron had stayed well out of it – until Malfoy had made Molly cry at last week's Ministry function. Now they were in it to win it.
Harry's threat had been effective; Malfoy stayed motionless even as Harry's hands tightened on his shoulders. His breathing was rapid and his cheeks flushed, but he kept his chin up, meeting Harry's eyes straight-on.
“Why are you buying drugs with sex, anyway?” Harry asked. “Mummy and Daddy won't fund your habit?”
“I think he just likes it.” Ron moved up behind Malfoy, placing one large, broad hand on the back of his neck. Malfoy flinched, but didn't otherwise react.
“Maybe.” Harry smoothed a hand across Malfoy's collarbone and over his throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Or maybe he just doesn't want his parents knowing he's a little junkie whore.”
That got a reaction. “Fuck you, Potter.”
“Hey, I'm just doing my job. Should we read him his rights, Ron?”
“No!” Malfoy put his hand on top of Harry's – not in an attempt to remove it, but in supplication. “Please, I can't – I can't be arrested. They won't understand.”
Though Harry had no intention of bringing Malfoy into the DMLE, he sighed as if making some huge concession. “I'll tell you what, Malfoy. Ron and I will do a quick search, and if we don't find any other contraband, we'll just confiscate the Fairy Dust and let you off with a warning.”
Malfoy relaxed, dropping his hand. Harry released his throat and nodded to Ron, who reached around Malfoy's body to flick open the clasps on his fine grey robes.
“What the fuck – ” Malfoy tried to pull away, and was dragged back by Ron's arm around his waist. “What are you doing?”
“Do you have some kind of short-term memory loss? Harry just told you we were going to search you.”
“With a spell!”
“What gave you that idea?” Harry said. “I don't remember mentioning a spell at all.”
It took Malfoy longer than it really should have to put the pieces together, given what the Auror Department had been putting him through for the past year. His mouth fell open and uncertainty flickered across his face. “You're not serious.”
“We're very serious. Take off your robes.”
Malfoy shook his head. His breathing had sped back up; he was starting to panic again. Ron made a disgusted noise and pulled at the shoulders of his robes.
“Don't yank at them, you beast,” Malfoy snapped. “These robes cost more than you make in a month. Merlin.” He waited for Ron to let go of his waist, eased his robes off, then stood staring at the filthy alley ground with unconcealed disgust.
“Oh, for God's sake.” Harry grabbed the robes away from him and protected them with a barrier charm before tossing them to the ground. “Poncy little git.”
He turned his attention back to Malfoy, now dressed in only a button-down and trousers. Ron was rubbing his hands up and down Malfoy's arms in a parody of comfort, and Malfoy looked ready to lash out any moment. Harry stepped towards him and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Why are you doing this?” Malfoy asked, voice strained.
Looking into his eyes, Harry saw only anger and anxiety – no remorse, no comprehension. “You really don't know, do you? You have no idea.”
“I know you're a sick, twisted f – ”
Harry slapped his face, just hard enough to startle him. “You'll want to watch that smart mouth. That's what got you into this mess in the first place.” Before Malfoy could regather his wits enough to respond, Harry pushed the panels of his shirt apart.
“Fuck, Malfoy, have you gained a single ounce since Hogwarts?” Ron said with a derisive laugh. “You look the same way you did when you were eighteen.”
“It's the Fairy Dust,” said Harry. “Speeds up the metabolism and saps the appetite.”
“I heard it makes people want to fuck for hours, too.”
Harry smoothed his hands down Malfoy's narrow chest to span his waist. “That why you take it, Malfoy? So you can get your arse worked over by as many blokes as possible?”
That was the last straw for Malfoy. He went berserk, thrashing and cursing and kicking. One of his feet caught Harry hard in the shin. Ron wrapped his arms around Malfoy’s upper body and squeezed, trying to subdue him, but Malfoy threw his weight backwards until they both went stumbling into the wall.
Harry was actually glad Malfoy was putting up a fight. If he’d just given in, if he’d begged or cried, Harry wouldn’t have been able to go through with this. But it was past time for Malfoy to be taught a lesson about respect.
He drew his wand and pressed the tip against Malfoy’s throat. Malfoy sagged in Ron’s arms with a frustrated, closemouthed scream.
“Going back on our deal?” Harry asked.
“What do you want? You want to fuck me, is that it? Hurt me?”
So those stories hadn’t been exaggerations, after all. Harry shook his head. “I told you, we’re just going to search you. Are you going to cooperate?”
Seeing Malfoy pinned up against Ron’s much-larger body like a pale little butterfly was doing strange things to Harry’s stomach. He almost – almost – hoped Malfoy would say no.
“Yes.” The word was tight, spoken through gritted teeth.
Ron relaxed his grip, running his hands over Malfoy’s bare skin beneath his open shirt. “Nothing under here,” he said to Harry, voice rough. He flicked Malfoy’s nipples with his thumbs, and Malfoy jerked against him.
Harry squatted on the ground. He slipped his fingers beneath the hem of Malfoy’s trousers to caress the sharp bones of his ankle, then patted both hands up Malfoy’s calf and thigh. When he moved from one leg to the other, Harry dragged his hand across Malfoy’s groin in a way he never would in a normal search, giving his balls a threatening squeeze.
“I don’t know,” said Harry once he’d worked his way down to Malfoy’s other ankle. “I don’t feel anything, but he could be using concealing spells on his clothing.”
“You know I’m not.”
“Oh, we’ll just take your word for it, shall we?” Ron tugged Malfoy’s belt open, hands quick and competent against the black leather. Malfoy stared down at them with an unreadable expression.
Ron lowered the zip on Malfoy’s trousers, and Harry pushed his hand inside, stroking his fingers over the line of Malfoy’s soft cock through his pants. “Not much in here, either,” he said, pressing the heel of his hand more firmly against Malfoy’s groin.
Malfoy’s cock twitched.
Harry went still, lifting his eyes to Malfoy’s face. Malfoy had turned his head aside, eyes closed and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break. It wasn’t preposterous that he would react to having his cock touched, even under these circumstance – a little weird, maybe, but not beyond the realm of possibility. Harry shrugged the thought aside and pulled Malfoy’s trousers and pants down in one go, taking his shoes with them. He let Malfoy keep his socks, considering how disgusting the ground was.
Fuck, everything about Malfoy was so narrow. He really did still look like a teenager with his slim hips and lean legs. Ron seemed to be thinking along the same lines, moving his hands down to explore Malfoy’s sharp, prominent hipbones. Harry’s cock stirred as he watched.
This wasn’t supposed to be sexual. They’d planned to rough Malfoy up a little, embarrass him, make it clear that they weren’t going to take his shit anymore. Bringing sex into it would make this less like justified retribution and more like rape; Harry wasn’t willing to cross that line under any circumstances, no matter what Malfoy had done for other Aurors. He caught Ron’s eye and shook his head. With a grudging sigh, Ron spun Malfoy around and shoved him face-first into the wall.
“Ow, fuck,” Malfoy said. He brought his hands up to brace himself against the wall, but didn’t try to get away. “There’s no need to throw me around, Weasley, I can move perfectly well by myself.”
Ron smacked his arse, only half-visible under the hem of his shirt. “Shut up and spread your legs.”
A strange frisson of tension rolled through Malfoy from head to foot. When he spoke, his voice was uneven. “Why?”
“You think we don’t know where drug mules keep their product? Open up.”
“I’m not a – ”
Ron pushed down hard on the small of Malfoy’s back and kicked his legs apart at the same time, forcing Malfoy to bend at the waist to keep his balance. Harry moved around to the side so he could get a better view.
“Figures the only thing on you that’s not scrawny would be your arse,” said Ron, palming Malfoy’s full, round arsecheeks. “Got to keep the goods in shape if you want to sell them, right?”
Malfoy hung his head between his arms, hiding his face, and didn’t respond.
Ron lifted the tails of Malfoy’s shirt to bare the rest of his arse, then gave it another hard slap. Harry couldn’t blame him – Malfoy had the kind of arse that just begged for a spanking.
When Ron cast a lubrication spell and shoved his index finger inside all at once, Malfoy lurched forward with a low grunt. Ron moved his finger in a slow, grinding circle, pressing his knuckle against every inch of Malfoy’s rim.
“Got anything?” Harry asked. He ignored the steadily growing ache in his balls. They were almost done here. It would be enough to leave Malfoy half-naked and shamed in a dirty alley; there was no need to take it any further than that. He could Apparate Ron back to his flat, and they could pull each other off and never, ever talk about this again.
“I don’t think so. He’s pretty tight – I’m surprised he manages to get anything up here at all.”
Ron pushed in a second finger, then scissored them apart to spread Malfoy’s hole. Malfoy sucked in a shuddering breath, and when he exhaled, it came out as a moan.
Harry and Ron both froze. Ron flicked his eyes sideways, shooting Harry a questioning glance. All Harry could was shrug. Maybe it hadn’t been what it sounded like?
Ron twisted his hand. The sound that came out of Malfoy was abrupt, bitten-off, but unmistakably one of pleasure. Heart pounding, Harry moved closer to Malfoy and raised his shirt just high enough so that he could see Malfoy’s cock. It was swollen and full, straining towards Malfoy’s abdomen, wet at the tip where a bit of precome had welled up. Harry dropped the shirt as if burnt, taking a step back as several previously unasked questions occurred to him.
Such as, why did Malfoy meet his dealers in public alleys when he could just as easily meet them in private clubs or hotel rooms? Why were there never any wards up to discourage surveillance? Why, after getting caught the first time, did Malfoy keep putting himself in the same situation over and over?
“Oh, my God,” said Harry. “You get caught on purpose.”
“What?” Malfoy lifted his head; his eyes were wide and his entire face was bright pink. “You’re mad, Potter.”
“No. You’re not stupid. You want the Aurors to catch you, because you enjoy what they do to you afterwards.”
“That’s sick. Why would I… why would anyone…” Malfoy closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the wall, body shaking. He let out a broken whine when Ron withdrew his fingers.
“For fuck’s sake, Malfoy,” Ron said, cleaning his hand with a spell. “If you just wanted people to smack you around and humiliate you, there are places you can go for that.”
“I don’t! I don’t want that, you’re disgusting – ”
“Really? Because nobody’s touching you anymore, and you’re still bent over with your arse in the air.”
Malfoy straightened up like he’d been hit with a Petrificus, but he remained leaning against the wall, his face and erection out of sight. Harry and Ron looked at each other.
“We can’t leave him like this,” said Ron. “The way he is now, he’ll let the first bloke who walks down this alley have a go at him. Maybe worse.”
“What do you want to do, take him to the Manor?” At Ron’s answering expression, Harry said, “No. We’re not fucking him. He doesn’t want it.”
“Are you kidding me? Look at him! He’s practically gagging for it.”
Ron had a point. Malfoy could have made a break for it by now – gone for his wand or even just his clothes – but instead he was standing where they’d put him, rock hard and breathing like he was running a race.
“Is he right, Malfoy? Do you want us to fuck you?”
“No.” Malfoy’s tone was such that he might as well have said gods, yes, please.
“See?”
“He said no.”
Ron made a scoffing noise. “He didn’t mean it.”
“It doesn’t matter. A no is a no. It would still be rape.”
Ron sighed and gave an acquiescent nod, which was why it came as a surprise when he plastered his body against Malfoy’s back and pushed him harder into the wall. He braced his hands on either side of Malfoy’s shoulders, trapping Malfoy between his arms. “That’s true, you know,” he said, bending his head to speak into Malfoy’s ear. “And Harry and I aren’t rapists. If you want to get fucked, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
“I can’t. I can’t say it, please don’t make me –”
Against his better judgment, Harry put a hand on the back of Malfoy’s neck, which was hot and damp with sweat. Ron rolled his hips against Malfoy’s arse, and Malfoy let out a sob that would have been a deal-breaker for Harry if it hadn’t been full of arousal more than anything else.
“You have to say something,” Harry said. “Anything. Just so we know you won’t try to charge us with rape later.”
“I…I…” Malfoy’s expression was a battle between desire and humiliation. “If you were to… fuck me… I wouldn’t consider it rape.”
“That’s good enough,” said Ron.
It really wasn’t. Any halfway decent prosecutor would be able to look at this memory and see that Malfoy was too distraught to be capable of rational thought, not to mention under considerable duress. But for Malfoy to bring charges against them, he’d have to disclose the context of the situation, which he would never be willing to do. Besides, he was being such a fucking slut…
Harry nodded. “All right.”
Ron slid one hand around to fondle Malfoy’s cock and balls, rucking Malfoy’s shirt up with the other so that Harry could see. “Yeah, he’s about to pop, all right. Spread those legs for me again, Malfoy.”
Breath hitching, Malfoy shifted his legs shoulder-width apart. Ron gave his arse a good smack.
“Come on, a whore like you can do better than that. I know you bend over for all your dealers.”
“Gods.” Malfoy spread his legs obscenely wide and arched his back. “Don’t talk to me that way, you cretin.”
“Why not? You like it.”
“Which is fine,” Harry said with a sharp glare at Ron. It was obvious that Malfoy was ashamed and half in denial about his own needs; pushing him too hard would be a mistake. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Never said there was.” Ron pulled Malfoy’s arsecheeks apart, kneading them. “You need to be stretched more?”
“No, it’s fine. Just… you can do it.”
Ron slicked his cock up with the same spell, grabbed Malfoy’ hips, and drove in with one brutal thrust. Malfoy shrieked, scrabbling at the wall when Ron set a rapid, rutting pace right off the bat. Though he gasped and squirmed under the vigorous assault, he didn’t resist it.
“That’s right. Just take it, you little slag.”
Fascinated by Malfoy’s reaction, Harry caught his chin and turned Malfoy’s head towards him, wanting to see his face. Malfoy whined in objection and jerked away, but Harry tangled his fingers in Malfoy’s hair and forced his head back around. The way Malfoy shut his eyes and bit his lip to try to stifle his moans made Harry feel like he was burning alive.
“Don’t let him come yet,” Harry said to Ron. Then he gave Malfoy’s head a gentle shake to get his attention. “Do you remember Auror Thompson?”
Malfoy’s harsh intake of breath answered that question.
“He told us that he fucked you on your hands and knees, made you call him Daddy, and that you came so hard he thought you were having a seizure. I thought he was making it all up, but now I think he was telling the truth.”
“He told you that?” Malfoy’s voice cracked, though whether that was due to the topic or to the energetic arse-pounding he was getting from Ron was unclear.
“Yeah. They talk about you, you know – the things they do with you. To you.”
Malfoy let out a low cry, his entire body shuddering, and he yanked his head out of Harry’s grasp. Harry let him go.
“Fuck, he liked that,” Ron said, panting through his exertions. “Tightened up on me like a virgin.”
Harry looked down at Malfoy’s cock, which was an angry red and so swollen that Harry’s own cock throbbed in sympathy. Harry grasped the base of it and squeezed until Malfoy grunted in discomfort. “You’re not coming until we’ve both had a turn.”
“No, please, I need to – ”
Harry squeezed his cock again.
“Ow! Potter, you arsehole – ”
“I'm almost there.” The thick, meaty sound of Ron's hipbones slapping against Malfoy's arse echoed off the alley walls; there were already bruises forming on Malfoy's pale skin beneath his fingers. “Come on, Malfoy, don't you want me to come inside you? Fill up that sweet arse?”
Malfoy shook his head, even though he was pushing himself back onto Ron's cock in the most uninhibited display of sluttishness Harry had ever seen. Harry gave his cock one long, agonizingly slow stroke.
“You're not going to come until Ron does,” he said.
“Gods, Weasley, just do it, just – just come in me.”
“Merlin's – fucking – balls.” Ron punctuated each word with a deep, hard thrust, then bottomed out and groaned with pleasure. He ground his hips in a circle for a few moments before withdrawing.
Malfoy gasped at the loss, and Harry rubbed his back. “Stand up and turn around.”
It took him some effort, but Malfoy managed to get his legs steady beneath himself and turn so that his back was to the wall. “What... why...”
Harry traded places with Ron, adjusting his clothes to pull out his cock. The mixed anxiety and yearning on Malfoy's face only made Harry's lust more urgent. He hooked his arms beneath Malfoy's thighs and lifted him, holding him up against the wall. Malfoy grabbed Harry's shoulders with a startled squeak.
“Don't, Potter, you'll drop me.”
“I won't,” said Harry. Malfoy hardly weighed anything at all; it was no strain for Harry to hold him in the right position to spear with his cock.
“Ah!” Malfoy's head fell back, cracking against the bricks. “Potter – the wall – ”
Harry eased his cock in and out with shallow strokes, enjoying the squeeze of Malfoy's hot, wet hole around him. “Ron, do something about the wall for the princess, will you?”
Once Ron had cast a Cushioning Charm, Harry let himself go, pistoning his hips and fucking up into Malfoy as hard as he could. Malfoy cried out again and again, head lolling on the wall, hands fisted in Harry's robes. He was utterly wrecked – needy, wanton, helpless and pinned with his arse stuffed full of Harry's cock and Ron’s come.
Harry wasn’t usually one for dirty talk, but the words spilled out of him without conscious volition. “You want this, don’t you? You need it. Just can’t get enough Auror cock.”
“Shut up!” Malfoy’s defiance was somewhat undermined by the frantic note of arousal in his voice. “I’m not – I don’t – ”
“You can’t even form a full sentence.” Ron slid a hand between Harry and Malfoy’s bodies to torment Malfoy’s nipples, flicking and pinching. “You know what this means, right? Every time you see us, for the rest of your life, you’ll know you showed us what a cock-hungry whore you are and let us fuck you in a dirty alley.”
Harry hadn’t thought about that – running into Malfoy on the street or at a Ministry function, knowing exactly what he looked and sounded like when he was getting a good, proper rogering…
Every one of Malfoy’s breaths came out a ragged moan. He’d never be able to mouth off at them again, not now that they knew how much he liked to be manhandled and humiliated and treated like a cheap whore. Who would have guessed that the best way to shut Malfoy up was to bend him over?
Harry abandoned all attempts at rhythm; his only desire now was to spill his seed inside Malfoy and dirty him up. Sweat trickled down his forehead and stung his eyes as he drove towards climax.
“Make him come,” he said to Ron.
Ron dropped his hand from Malfoy’s nipples to his cock. He only got in five or six brisk pumps before Malfoy screamed and seized up, legs locking around Harry’s arms and back bowing off the wall. Come shot over Harry’s robes and his own bare chest in pulse after pulse, Ron milking him through it until his screams subsided into hoarse groans.
“Too much,” Malfoy protested, and that did it for Harry. He shouted out loud and emptied his balls into Malfoy, thrusting as long as he possibly could. Only when his cock softened and slipped out did he still his hips.
Harry took a few moments to catch his breath and revel in the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm, then set Malfoy down. The second his feet touched the ground, Malfoy’s knees buckled. Harry and Ron had to catch his arms to keep him from collapsing.
Ron chuckled. “I think he’s all fucked out.”
While Harry cleaned himself off and straightened his clothing, Malfoy leaned against Ron like a broken doll, eyes closed and body trembling. Harry raised his wand to cast a Scourgify on Malfoy as well, but Ron shook his head.
“Leave it. He can clean it up later if he wants.”
Malfoy was so dazed and clumsy that they both had to help him back into his clothes. There was no question of leaving him naked like their original plan had called for; double-teaming a bloke and then leaving him naked, emotionally vulnerable, and full of easily traced semen was not a smart career move.
Once Malfoy was dressed, Harry tapped his cheek until Malfoy focused on him. “You can’t do this anymore, Malfoy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Malfoy’s eyes sharpened, losing a bit of that spaced-out look.
“Yes, you do. No more deliberately provoking Aurors into fucking you. If anyone found out what’s going on, the scandal would bring the whole Department crashing down. If you can’t let yourself enjoy this kind of thing without feeling forced into it, find another way.”
“Fuck you.” Malfoy shoved Harry away. “I’m not some kind of pervert.”
“Oh, you’re all kinds of pervert,” said Ron.
The glare Malfoy gave him was so full of loathing that he might never have been the needy slut who’d spread his legs for Ron’s cock. “Give me my wand back.”
Harry handed it to him, readying his own just in case, but Malfoy just slipped it up his sleeve and started for the street. After a moment’s indecision, Harry caught his elbow.
“Malfoy, wait.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“All right.” Harry let go. “Look, it’s no secret you’re addicted to Fairy Dust, and the Auror Department has been trying to get a handle on that trade for a while.”
“So?”
“So Ron and I might be in the market for a confidential informant.”
Behind Harry, Ron let out a surprised hum. Harry trusted him to know where he was going with this.
Malfoy crossed his arms. “I’m not going to tell you anything.”
“You might, under duress. Or you might not. We won’t know unless we try.”
It took Malfoy a couple of seconds to figure out what Harry was suggesting. He blinked and then looked away, his blush returning.
“If you think you have information for us, just go to the Leaky Cauldron and rent a room,” Harry said. “Tell Russell at the bar to let us know. He’s discreet; we use him a lot.”
“I’m not interested.”
Harry shrugged. “You might change your mind.”
Malfoy shook his head and walked away, disappearing onto the street. Ron stepped up beside Harry and clapped him on the shoulder.
“Five Galleons says we hear from him before the weekend.”
“You’re on.”
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Date: 2012-02-14 10:18 pm (UTC)So hot. So very, very hot.
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Date: 2012-02-14 11:14 pm (UTC)I feel rather dirty !
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Date: 2012-02-15 02:24 am (UTC)really well done. Hot - so hot - and amaze as usual, but so wrong at the same time.
I'm relieved you gave it the twist you did, making Draco put himself into the situations deliberately, rather than him being strung out and desperate. That makes it so much less dub-con than it might've been.
I can see Ron being carried away in the heat of the moment, and Harry still having the presence of mind to say "A no is a no."
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Date: 2012-02-15 03:50 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2012-02-15 04:49 am (UTC)Without you, gypsy, there will be no slutty Draco getting banged left and right in a dubiously consensual way :)
WE SHOULD TOTE DO A COLLAB. You write about Draco taking it from both ends, and I SHALL DRAW IT!! XD
Okay. I'm getting way ahead of myself. I'm going to read it now XD
(YOU JUST GET ME SO HAPPY XD)
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Date: 2012-02-15 03:58 pm (UTC)I'm always up for b!Draco art! I know I have a couple of fics where he gets it from both ends from Harry and Snape...
I hope you enjoyed the fic! ♥
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Date: 2012-02-16 04:18 am (UTC)I always feel like you and I are the only ones who have a kink for slut!Draco... :((
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Date: 2012-02-15 12:02 pm (UTC)This was completely fantastic and so very hot! I loved it. :)
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Date: 2012-02-23 05:10 pm (UTC)I love it whenever Harry & Ron double-teamed on Draco. They can be such bullies. For a good cause of course. lol.
And your Draco is just love. So uninhibited in his lust for..cock. ;) Just how I like him.
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Date: 2012-02-25 06:53 pm (UTC)Draco's desperation was so hot and Harry's determination to respect boundaries just so... Harry. Loved it.
OH MY GOD WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME HOW DID I MISS THIS
Date: 2012-03-17 06:43 pm (UTC)That first line just killed me. Like, it just set up everything in a few words and signposted HOTNESS. This is so, so twisted and hot. Love the idea of the whole Auror department discussing what they do with Draco Malfoy when they catch him.
And this is just what I love about H/R/D, too - Ron's easy physical dominance, the two of them overwhelming Draco together (OMG Draco saying "too much" and Harry coming) and Harry and Ron are such easy, friendly comrades in fucking Draco senseless. Love it so much.
Thank you!!
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Date: 2012-03-17 09:36 pm (UTC)I'd never written H/R/D before this, and I was surprised by how much fun their dynamic is, especially when you throw dub-con into the mix. I think it's something about how loaded the history between the three of them is, and how easy it is for Harry and Ron to gang up on Draco.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! And thanks for reccing it on your journal. ♥
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