FIC: Slytherin Bound (Harry/Draco, PG-13)

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Title:Slytherin Bound
Author: sarah_cupcake
Prompt Number: #176 by catybu
Kink Showcased: Slytherin tie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry’s not quite sure why he has a sudden fixation for the offending article of cloth, but he’ll be damned if Draco Malfoy has anything to do with it.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 4081

Author's Notes: I know, I know, right on the last day too. I got majorly sidtracked, so apologies if this seems rushed. I will be doing a second part to this that would be a bit better suited for this fest, but it'll be on my journal.

I was a little anxious writing for this prompt, and I struggled at times with it because I wanted this to be really good. I don’t usually write kinky things, lol. I wanted to meet all the requests the prompter had with this one, best I could. I did try my hand at a Snape persona and...yeah. Sorry!

Would you do a tag for tie, maybe?

　

Harry’s eyes were trained to the entrance of the Great Hall, watching as students passed in and out, flitting about towards their tables and trailing behind one another with books in their hands. He’d been keeping a steady eye on the entrance for about ten minutes, occasionally nodding at Hermione as she continued on about the recent paper Professor Vector had assigned. She had a neat little pile of notes tucked underneath her plate, her toast stacked in the middle, untouched.

“Harry, you have quidditch practice this afternoon, yes?” Harry glanced away from the large stone doorway, pausing in his act of reaching for his morning pumpkin juice.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Come find me in the library after. Hagrid’s got a book I want to go through, so we can head down for some tea.”

Harry looked over at Ron, wincing slightly as he caught sight of something alongside the large piece of toast covered in egg yoke Ron had just crammed into his mouth.

“Why can’t you just get it from the library?” Ron muffled around the food, swallowing hard and smacking at his chest. Hermione’s nose scrunched up and she rolled her eyes.

“Honestly Ronald, that’s disgusting. Learn to chew. And because, I’ve checked and they don’t have the copy that I’m looking for. Hagrid has it though, and I’ve a few questions I need asking. Come find me after practice, you two.” Ron grumbled and Harry nodded, watching as Hermione gathered her papers and walked down the isle between the tables, his eyes scanning over the heads and faces as she went along.

She passed a sudden flurry of green and silver on her way out and Harry quickly scanned the small, bustling group for the tall, whipcord frame of the unsuspecting individual.

He raised his cup, taking the last sip of his pumpkin juice as he watched the group of Slytherin students make the descent towards their table, their green and silver ties drawn up tight around their collars and tucked neatly beneath their jumpers.

There was no sight of him amongst the group, and Harry glanced away, looking down at his own empty plate with a frown.

“I know how to chew.” Ron’s voice pitched slightly, dignified, his brow drawn tight as Harry looked up at him.

Harry offered a small, sympathetic smile. “I know you do.”

* * *

It had probably started about a month ago, his noticing of the ties. It was random in its act really, having just shown up with no prior indication of even an inkling of interest in the offending article. Not even for his own.

He’d been in the library the first time it happened, flipping through books when he’d looked up and caught motion of Pansy Parkinson’s tie sliding up along with her jumper, the thin fold of material resting between her breasts as she stretched back in her chair. She’d been accompanied by another Slytherin girl with similar unattractive features such as herself and the two had been preoccupied, nestled in one of the back corners, no doubt talking about fellow students they shared a common dislike for.

Harry had stared in what could easily be dubbed as a rude way, his attention so solely fixed to the stripes of silver and green decorating the tie. His eye on the article hadn‘t waned the slightest when the other girl had looked up and pointed in his direction, making a fuss, her cheeks blooming to a purple. Parkinson had turned and shot him a scathing look.

The two had quickly gathered their books, glaring all the while, and walked past with harsh whispers of “disgusting” and “such a pervert” and “wait till Draco hears about this.”

Harry’s lack of interest in how Malfoy would respond to news about Harry eyeing his tart didn’t stave off the heat rising in his cheeks at being caught looking. He tried to shake it off from his mind, not ponder on what it was that he had really even caught sight of to begin with. Parkinson was an unsightly girl with rude manners, and a pitched voice that made him cringe whenever he was near her.

It wasn’t really her breasts he’d been staring at, like most boys he knew in his dorm did. But it didn’t make him feel anymore dignified, knowing he’d been caught with his supposed-to-be unnoticed ‘glance’.

It was sure to get around. Parkinson also had a big mouth.

He’d immediately cringed at that, and shook his head. God. The news, the news of this, was sure to get around. It’d be no time before he’d be in a heap of trouble with a couple of Malfoy goons and a school chalk full of rumours.

　

　

Surprisingly enough, he hadn’t had any encounters from Slytherin’s wielding wobbly wands, and biting retorts. In fact, he hadn’t heard a single thing after the incident from anyone.

He figured it was probably that Parkinson was just as horrified that someone had been looking at her, as Harry was at being caught looking at her. She probably wasn’t used to so much male attention.

In the end she’d probably been too frightened to say anything to Malfoy, fearing he’d turn into a raving lunatic and go on a rampage, searching frantically for Harry before casting Unforgivable after Unforgivable; resulting in his expulsion and her being stranded alone in such a harsh and unyielding environment.

Harry snorted. Cause, you know, Malfoy could actually use a spell or two…to maybe block spells.

God he hated the lot of them.

He wished his theory could’ve been right because the way his embarrassment had still been churning, days after, he’d rather be hit with an Unforgivable than continuously worry Parkinson would spring at the right moment and ruin him.

It was the damn ties fault.

　

　

Nearly two weeks later, and still thinking about the first incident, Harry stumbled into another. Or rather, he’d stumbled into a very disgruntled Theodore Nott, walking down the corridor to head out towards the courtyard. Ron had been with him, quickly hurtling a few insults at the lonesome Nott, who rolled his eyes and walked past quietly, shoving his shoulder hard into Harry’s as he went.

Harry hadn’t even commented on Nott’s lack of remarks, that were more than likely due to the fact that he was alone, nor did he wince when Ron placed a rough, and heavy hand on his stinging shoulder. He was too caught up in the way Nott’s tie had swung softly from their collision. The stripes in the fabric had glinted metallic, almost, as the light struck it through the large open archways lining the hall.

“Are you alright?” Ron had asked, his hand still weighing on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry had brushed it off quickly, a sudden image flashing of vibrant green, and glinting silver, wrapped around hard flesh.

He blushed hard, walking past Ron.

“Hey!”

“Come on.”

Harry had called back, walking quickly for the courtyard and keeping his head down. The thudding of Ron’s footsteps on the stone floor, hurrying to catch up, rang through the air, and Harry reached with a shaking hand to clench at the fabric of his robes. He’d felt nauseous.

　

　

　

His cheeks couldn’t have been a brighter red. Standing in the entrance to the Quidditch locker room, Harry’s palms had been sweaty and his cheeks had flamed as he’d watched Malfoy walk around the corner from the Slytherin’s quarter, his chest bare and his tie hanging draped around his neck.

Harry’s mouth had felt dry as he’d stood there, his eyes wide as Malfoy tugged the tie down from his neck, wrapping it around his hand before reaching for his shirt. The long sleeved black shirt buttoned at the front, and as Malfoy slipped the shirt up over one shoulder, and then the other, his normally creamy pale skin turned abnormally white.

Harry had never seen Malfoy dress, or undress for that matter, before. He usually walked in off the pitch long after the teams had finished dressing and left. Ron had waited for him a few times before, but he usually complained Harry took too long and would leave before Harry was finished packing up.

This was one of the rare times Harry had walked into the change room and found another student in there, and this was the first time that had been Malfoy.

A strange, choking sort of noise had escaped from Harry’s throat and Malfoy’s head snapped up, his fingers pausing in buttoning up his shirt.

“Potter.” Malfoy sneered, his lips thinning and his eyes narrowing. The tie unravelled from his fist, and he’d slung it around his neck, keeping his eyes foreword on the wall as he’d knotted it quickly. He’d grabbed at the bag settled by his feet and pulled his wand from the small opening at the top. He’d looked at it curiously before sticking it in his back pocket.

“I don’t have tits, Potter. You’ll have to go ask Pansy if she up for another showing.”

Harry’s cheeks flamed again and he looked down.

“Uh,”

“You can save it Potter, I don’t have time for this.”

Harry had looked up just in time to see Malfoy walking his way, his expression cold as he’d shoved past Harry. Harry’s eyes went straight to the sloppily knotted tie around Malfoy’s neck, and the two crooked buttons at the collar of his shirt. His stomach clenched and he looked away immediately.

When he was left alone in the locker room he’d sat on one of the benches, his hands shaking, and his groin tight.

Malfoy.

Malfoy.

Harry felt completely out of sorts.

　

　

In the remaining weeks Harry had stared at Malfoy more times then he’d probably ever. Malfoy suddenly seemed to be everywhere. Everywhere with his tie. It was the tie that was always knotted carefully, just lose enough around his collar, and tucked beneath his vest. Never worn in plain sight, always under a vest or jacket, the knot was the only bit ever showing. If Malfoy wore his robes that day, the tie was usually sitting at the top of his bag, just peaking out of the gap that remained open.

It had been bad enough that Harry had dwelled on Pansy Parkinson’s tie and her pig-nosed face, then Theodore Nott’s tie and the way his mind filled with hard flesh and soft silk. Then there’d been the day in Potions when Blaise Zabini had stood, gathering mandrake root with his tie hanging between the gap of his chest and the table. Harry had laid in bed that night, his fingers stroking over his flesh as he’d wondered about the feel of the tie.

He didn’t dare try his own. That was filthy and would more than likely be unsatisfactory. Slytherin’s were pretentious and snobbish, and only ever seemed to care for the finer things. Harry was sure their ties were made of the finest of silk. They probably did something to them.

He’d stroked himself over the thought of wrapping it around himself. Then he’d done so again only a few nights later after another Slytherin boy had caught his attention in the Great Hall at lunch, the tip of his tie sticking from between his fingers as he’d flicked at the end of the material.

It had all become worse when Harry had walked in on Malfoy in the Quidditch locker room, buttoning his shirt with his tie hanging around his neck. His hair had been damp, the fringe of his bang sticking to his forehead. His eyes cold as he’d caught Harry staring. He’d shoved past Harry, his shirt button wrong and his tie made sloppily, and Harry couldn’t get the image of a disheveld, tie-clad Malfoy out of his head since. It was worrisome.

So much so, in the end Harry looked to the only source he figured would have an answer for him.

* * *

“Do you think a love potion could cause someone to become infatuated with, say…an item?” Harry sat next to Hermione on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, Ron sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire with his hands behind his head, and a snore escaping his lips.

Hermione looked up from the book she‘d gotten from Hagrid, with a frown already etching on her forehead. “What?”

“Like, could you become infatuated with an article of clothing, say?” Hermione looked at him, puzzled. “Or a book.” Harry added quickly.

“I don’t really understand where your going with this. Are you saying your in love with a book?” She was looking slightly incredulous now, though the crease lines on her forehead were unmoving.

“No! Merlin’s, no. I was just wondering, if a love potion could only be used for the effects of, well-”

“A person.” Hermione finished for him. Harry sighed audibly.

Good, she was getting it.

“Right. Or something else.”

“Well from my understanding, I don’t think one could really be used for that effect. I could be wrong, but I doubt it. I think it only evokes infatuation amongst humans. Your typical love potion anyways. I suppose it could be made with specific properties to cause infatuation amongst other things.” Hermione finished slowly. “Are you alright Harry? Do you think someone-”

“No, no, nothing like that. I don’t think anyway. I mean-” Harry looked down at his hands, folding his fingers together. “I’ve just been getting distracted quite recently, by really odd things. I think I must just be tired, just dazing off and such.” He whispered.

“Ah. That explains a lot.” Hermione closed the book and settled it on her lap. “You’ve been looking a bit peaky. Maybe you should consider heading to bed early.” Hermione offered.

“I should probably do that anyways.”

“Yes, you should. Have you considered talking to Professor Snape? I know he’s not someone you really-”

“No,” Harry cut her off. “Absolutely not. I don’t want anyone meddling in, and it’d just be more grief than I need.” Harry conjured up a small smile, standing and brushing the denim on his left thigh.

“Madam Pomfrey could-”

“I’m good, thanks. Just catch up on that sleep. I’ll try that. It’s probably just cause of stress with classes and then the Quidditch team this year. It’s fine. Look, I think I’ll be going to sleep now, anyways so…”

“Yes. But Harry, if you have any doubt at least consider Snape, or Madam Pomfrey, they may be able to offer you a simple solution to all of this if it’s something that’s really bothering you.”

Harry gave a slow nod. “Perhaps.”

“Maybe if you explained it a bit more I could help-”

“No!” Harry blushed. “I mean it’s fine. Thanks though, but it’s fine. I’ll consider it all right?”

Hermione pressed her lips together, the clear need to say something visible as they pursed, and she nodded.

Harry shouldn’t have mentioned anything. Surely she’d pester him now, her persistence was unquestionable. She’d be watching him more closely, asking him how he slept, how he was feeling. It’d be eerie, and he wasn’t looking foreword to that.

He moved towards the stairs leading up to the boys dormitories. “You should probably keep an eye on that.” Harry gestured towards Ron lying on the carpet, a loud snore filling the relatively quiet common room suddenly.

“Blimey.” Came from somewhere in the room along with a laugh, and Ron snorted in return. Hermione rolled her eyes, and she and Harry both huffed out a laugh.

Hermione took the book off her lap and set it down beside her, leaning forwards on the couch and reaching down to rest her palm on Ron’s chest.

Harry watched as she brushed the crease out the front of Ron’s shirt, the corner of her mouth twisting up in that half smile she always got when was pleased but slightly embarrassed. She patted at his chest and Ron’s eyes fluttered.

Harry began his way up the steps, Hermione’s soft voice fading as she began to coax Ron awake.

No matter what, Harry would not be talking to anyone about this again.

* * *

Harry leaned anxiously against one of the desks placed near the front of the class. His fists clenched and unclenched as he listened to the nearing footsteps of Professor Snape, awaiting the long, dull drawl-- "Harry Potter"-- of his name.

Harry turned. Professor Snape stood in the doorway with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture straight and his expression all too blank and pale. Harry hadn’t had any intentions of seeking advice, from anyone. He’d spoken with Hermione and her only response had been “you could talk to Professor Snape about it? Or perhaps Madam Pomfrey?” He’d shot that down so fast he didn’t even miss a blink.

"Professor."

"Surely you have a reason for being here, Potter. Not wasting our day away, are we?” Snape moved into the room, picking up a large red bound book sitting on one of the tables as he passed.

"I think someone’s poisoned me." Harry gripped the edge of the table as Snape slowly turned to look at him. He eyed Harry a moment.

"Someone's poisoned you." He set the book down on the desk, moving to stand beside it, his arms crossing high over his chest.

“Are you implying one of my students has taken the time to slip something into your morning pumpkin juice?” Snape’s eyes narrowed.

“No sir, but I was just wondering if there was a potion that could cause infatuation amongst,” Harry paused, looking away. “Clothing.”

“Clothing?”

“Yes.”

Snape stood stoic, his expression unwavering, and the room felt all too silent for Harry. He’d blurted it all and now he felt like a fool.

“Are you so desperate to be the sole attention of this school that you have to come up with a ridiculous scheme, and attempt to question my ability. You insolent little-”

“Sir. I have far better things to do than that. I’m just looking for a bit of help.”

“And I’m to help you?”

Harry stood silent.

“Follow me.”

* * *

"Why is nobody listening to me?! It's a potion, I'm telling you!" Harry shouted as Snape pushed him down onto one of the first clear beds in the infirmary.

"A potion?" Madam Pomfrey appeared behind Snape, a large white bottle in her hands and a cloth.

"Yes! Someone’s poisoned me. He won’t believe me!” Harry pointed a long finger out towards Professor Snape, and Snape smacked his hand down.

“Quiet. Honestly Potter. He’s been rambling since I dragged him out of the class. I’ve no idea what he’s on about now.”

“It’s his fault!”

“What are you on about, dear boy?” Madam Pomfrey sunk the cloth into the bowl as it filled with water, reaching over to dab at Harry’s forehead. He jerked back and moaned.

“I’m tired.”

“Well I’ll say.”

"Slytherin ties." Snape spoke up, his eyes on Harry in a bored sort of way.

"Slytherin ties?" Madam Pomfrey asked, her voice raising in an odd way. She glanced between a distraught looking Harry and an unamused Snape.

"Mister Potter has taken a liking to Slytherin ties. As it so seems, from his ramblings. I'd assumed it would have been the house colors, of course, but oddly enough...it's not."

“It’s…not?”

“He’s done it. It has to be him!”

“Him?”

“Malfoy! Surely-”

“Surely you can understand my defence, Potter. Malfoy has not poisoned you. Nor has any other Slytherin, or student from another house.”

“It’s always him though! I mean I could deal with Parkinson, and Blaise, sure, too! But now Malfoy’s nake-”Harry’s eyes widened.

There was a quiet gasp and Harry jerked his head to look at the other two sole occupants in the room. Snapes eyes were wide, a startled expression on his face as he took in Harry's mirrored one. He seemed to catch his fault as he quickly put himself back in check, tugging at the front folds of his unclasped robe before raising his head high, his face taken on its usual blank and uninterested expression.

"Excuse me? Professor?!” Madam Pomfrey sounded utterly started and Harry cheeks flamed scarlet red. He bemoaned the loss of his dignity as she looked between him and Professor Snape.

"Settle this yourself Potter.” Turning swiftly, Snapes robes flourished and fluttered around his sides as he departed.

"Mister Potter?" Madam Pomfrey sat down on the edge of the bed, her hand moving to gently rest on his leg in a comforting gesture, to lure the words out that Harry was feeling the sudden need to shout.

　

"It's an attraction," Harry said carefully instead. "To the ties. I-I don't understand. It's seems to be the only thing I can focus on lately. It started with Pansy Parkinson, and then a few others, but now…” Harry sighed.

“Now you saying it’s Mister Malfoy?”

"I desperately want this to stop. I don‘t even know where it‘s coming from. I don‘t even like ties!"

Madam Pomfrey smiled. "I’m afraid I really can’t do anything for you. You have no symptoms of a substance causing this, not one that would pop into my head, at least. And your, well.” Madam Pomfrey trailed off, patting Harry’s hand as she looked off to the side.

"Have you thought that maybe this was a way of telling yourself something?"

"Pardon?"

"A mind can do a lot of funny things magic can do as well, even acquiring a particular taste in something that seems strange."

"But you just said--"

"And while I don't believe this is a potion that has created this, intensity, one might say, as it's affects are quite tame; I do think maybe you should consider having a talk with your subconscious. You might find it to better you in one way or another."

Harry stared. “That’s truly no help at all.”

Madam Pomfrey laughed. “Harry, go have yourself a rest, and think. Hard. You’ll find your answers come straight to you.”

　

* * *

Harry walked down the corridor, heading back to the Gryffindor common room when he heard a scuffling sound behind him.

"Slytherin ties, Potter?" Malfoy’s voice flitted towards him. "Really? Don't think you'd look much good in green. I dare say, I think you'd soil are fine silk."

"All robes are the same despite the color, Malfoy. Piss off.”

“You know, I’ve always known you’d had some problems but I mean, ties? Really?” Harry turned. Malfoy was leaning against the stone wall opposite from him, his tie hanging undone around his neck. His hair was slicked back, but for his fringe slightly ruffled and falling down by his left ear. He’d neglected his robes, and his attire was strictly black. As per usual.

“That’s pretty kinky.”

“No one asked your opinion, Malfoy.” Harry sneered.

“No, but I feel I get a little say in the matter when it’s mine.”

“Just how much did you hear?” Harry growled. He tried to cover his embarrassment, standing straight and his fists clenching. Malfoy didn’t seem perturbed with Harry’s annoyed tone, or by his flushed cheeks. He looked rather amused.

“Enough to get the gist. I was on my way to see Professor Snape and heard he’d taken you down. Couldn’t help myself, it as too tempting.” Malfoy pushed off from the stone wall, moving towards Harry.

“I really don’t like you.”

“And I don’t much like you either, Potter. But what are you gonna do?” Malfoy shrugged.

“Stay away from me.”

“I think I should be the one who is angry right now. It is me, after all, you’ve been thinking of.”

“By a fluke.” Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“There’s several reasons I hate you Potter.” He came to stand in front of Harry, his arm reaching out to press against Harry’s chest as he shoved him back. Harry’s back thudded against the stone wall and he groaned.

"I really hate you. And I really hate your hair." Harry growled.

Malfoy chuckled. "We're going to discuss my hair, right at this minute? Compared to your's, mines a bloody godsend. Just be happy if I consider touching it".

"Gonna run your fingers through it Malfoy? Grip it like a girl?"

"Fuck you." Malfoy growled, shoving Harry back hard against the wall again.

“Not in a million years.” Harry mumbled as he grabbed at the ends of Malfoy’s tie and tugged him close. Malfoy’s breath stuttered as his lips brushed Harry’s

“Not in a million years.”

~Fin~

 

Comments

[winterstorrm.livejournal.com]

Aw, you can't end it there!!

Nice build up to that ending.

[phoenixnoor.livejournal.com]

Seconded! Lovely, nevertheless :)

[captainraychill.livejournal.com]

As much as we all like our sex scenes, I think this is a perfect ending! Harry's subconscious at play, choosing an object, whispering hints of what he really wants - the moment when he grabs Malfoy's tie and pulls him close. And now, we can all imagine what happens next. Perfect.

[hpfangirl71.livejournal.com]

Oh poor Harry... I think the obsession goes much further than a tie!! <3

I love how you left the actual confrontation to our wonderful imagination!! <3

[carolinelamb.livejournal.com]

Very funny and lovely! Great–Harry's stubborn refusal to recognise his desires as his own! Of course he must be poisoned :D

[catybu.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!!!

I absolutely loved this from the title to the ending. I'm looking forward to the mentioned sequel, but I think this was a very lovely story by itself. Yes, it was a build up and left us to using our imaginations, but I think that was a great place to end it.

I really loved your descriptions of the ties. There was so much imagery there. Your portrayal of poor Harry was just excellent. I think you were absolutely fabulous to add in Snape. Everything I could have wanted was right there in this story. Thank you, again, and fantastic job!!!

[paean-sf.livejournal.com]

Wonderful use of the prompt.

Can you edit this so the header is outside the cut? It makes it easier for us to decide to read it.

mod request

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm going to be removing posting access for all participants soon. Can you please edit this post to have the header outside of the cut? Let me know once you are done so I can edit posting access. Thanks.

Re: mod request

[sarah-cupcake.livejournal.com]

Hi, sorry this is late. Not sure what you mean? Did I not label it right? :/ Or you mean all the header info (like the warnings and stuff?) outside the cut?

Re: mod request

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

No worries. Yes, i meant the header info all outside of the cut. Just look at a few other entries if you aren't sure what i mean.

Oh, and all get you a tie kink tag. I justcan't do it from my tablet. But tomorrow morning. :)

Re: mod request

[sarah-cupcake.livejournal.com]

I've moved all the info outside of the cut. Is that what you meant? Sorry again, hopefully I got it right now lol. If not, just tell me again haha.

And thanks for getting me the tag! :)