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FIC: I Saw You, H/D, NC-17
Title: I Saw You
Author/Artist: foreword
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Parseltongue kink, tie kink, fairly explicit sexual situations.
Disclaimer: JKR owns all that is good in the world.
Summary: Ah, PWP. Where would I be without you?
A/N: For cloudsurfing ♥



Draco glanced up and a clock appeared on the wall. Potter was late. He sighed, sinking back in his armchair. Potter should know better than to keep him waiting by now. He sighed, fidgeting as he looked around the Room of Requirement. There was never much, when him and Harry would meet here. Upon reflection, it surprised him. He would have at least expected some simple decorative touches to the room. But generally, save for the armchair Draco had wished for, there was a bed. And nothing else. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to smile at the realisation.

The door opened and Potter entered, flushed and mussed as always, his eyes wide behind his glasses as he grinned at Draco, who rolled his eyes in a pretense of irritation.

“You’re late, Potter.”

Harry grinned sheepishly and shrugged, toeing off his trainers as he approached the other boy, unbuttoning his shirt on the way and stopping awkwardly in front of Draco, blushing slightly as he looked down at the other boy.

“Hey.”

Draco smirked up at him but gave no sign that he intended on moving from the chair, eyeing Harry up and down and shaking his head.

“You never cease to amaze, Potter.”

Harry flushed a deeper shade of red, trying not to grin.

“What? What did I do this time?’

Draco bit his bottom lip again, reaching up to grab hold of Harry’s wrist and tug the other boy down toward him. Harry laughed and let him, stumbling a bit as he crashed against the chair and fell ungracefully in Draco’s lap, who let out a small hiss as a sharp elbow connected with his stomach.

“Sorry.”

Draco didn’t speak, instead tilting Harry’s face towards his and kissing him hard, possessively. When they broke for air, Harry regarded him in silence, his expression more somber now.

Draco frowned, shoving at him and moving to get up. Harry slid off of his lap without a word, climbing to his feet and letting the shirt drop from his shoulders, unfastening his trousers and stepping out of them on his way to the bed, where he sprawled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows as he waited. Draco didn’t rise from the chair himself, instead watching the other boy.

“What?”

In one smooth, fluid motion, Draco was on his feet and out of his shirt, crossing to the bed and straddling the other boy.

“I saw you. With Boot. After curfew.”

Harry flushed deep crimson and shook his head, swallowing hard.

“I was… it was for the DA. He asked me to stay after to show him-“

Draco snarled and leaned forward, grabbing Harry’s hands, causing him to fall back onto the bed as Draco pinned them above his head, his mouth just inches from Harry’s now.

“Did you tell him you’re mine?”

Harry swallowed again. Draco watched the movement of his throat and licked his lips before returning his focus to those bright, green, honest eyes. Harry bit his lip.

“No.”

Draco glared down at him, tightening his grip and leaning closer, rocking his hips hard against Harry’s and watching the other boy wince as his belt made contact with Harry’s stomach.

“Then we’ll have to make sure he knows from now on, won’t we?”

Harry nodded and Draco could feel him breathing now. He smirked, leaning forward just enough to brush his lips against Harry’s and feeling the other boy’s cock respond against Draco’s thigh, his own erection now fighting the material of his trousers. Harry whined and Draco smiled against his mouth, moving his hips slightly again before ducking his mouth to Harry’s throat, sucking softly on a particularly tasty patch of skin. Potter possessed the ability to taste like earth and soap and… something uniquely Harry at the same time and Draco had come to enjoy it. Harry moaned, shifting against him and Draco scraped his skin with his teeth, biting him playfully before bringing his mouth to Harry’s ear.

“Who else wants you, Potter?”

Harry made a noncommittal noise, squirming slightly underneath him, his breathing heavier now.

“Does Weasley get off to the sound of you breathing at night, Potter? Does Granger wish you’d slide your hand up her skirt under the breakfast table?”

He bit Harry’s ear lightly, rocking his hips against Harry again for emphasis.

“Do you let any of them see you like this, Potter? Do you give them what they want? Do you fuck them?”

Harry made another strangled noise and Draco pulled his mouth away, glaring down at Harry, who shook his head, swallowing hard again, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving. He moved his wrists weakly against Draco’s grip.

Draco smirked, ducking his head to reward Harry with a slow, deep kiss. Harry moaned into his mouth, arching off of the bed as he tried to make contact with Draco, tried to have as much of his skin against Draco’s as he could manage. Draco laughed, breaking the kiss and his grip on Harry’s wrists, sitting up.

Before he realised what was happening, Harry had him on his back, in the exact same position Harry had just enjoyed.

“Fucking Potter.”

Harry laughed and grinned down at Draco before kissing him.

“You love it.”

Draco scowled as effectively as he could when a naked Harry was straddling him and pinning him to the bed. Harry smiled and slid his free hand down the side of Draco’s trousers, smiling when he found what he was looking for. He slipped Draco’s wand from his trousers and accioed something while Draco glared at him. The glare faded, however, when, in a flash of red and gold, Potter was leaning over Draco and tying his hands to the bedpost with his tie.

He had to give him credit. Harry was decidedly good with knots.

Potter finished tying the knot and sat back, grinning at Draco and shooting admiring glances up at his handiwork as Draco tested his binds. He glared at the boy above him.

“Have plans, Potter?”

He had meant to snarl but it came out as more of a drawl. He cursed his inability to ignore the naked boy straddling him and glared at him defiantly. Harry didn’t appear to be convinced.

“Yes.”

He didn’t have much of an opportunity to interrogate Potter further, as he was presently moving down Draco’s body, tugging his trousers off in what Draco felt was an unnecessarily violent fashion.

“Those are worth more than your whole bloody wardrobe, Potter and I’ll—“

Ah. And there was that beautiful, perfect, obnoxiously warm and inviting mouth, wrapped around Draco’s cock, and suddenly he had forgotten what he was talking about but fuck was he glad those trousers were off.

Over the months, Draco had learned a few things about Harry. One of these things was that Harry was impossibly good with his tongue, something that had always been a thing of wonder to Draco, and also something he had never wished to learn the reason behind. He let his head drop back, his wrists straining against the tie and fuck, he was going to have bruises tomorrow and all because of that fucking—

Potter was pulling his perfect mouth away and Draco would have whimpered if he hadn’t bitten his lip in protest. He let his head drop forward again, glaring at the other boy, who was just watching him, sitting there and watching him.

“What the fuck, Potter.”

Harry grinned, straddling Draco again and taking his own cock in hand, stroking himself slowly as he watched Draco.

“I didn’t want it to be over too soon.”

Draco flushed, indignant as he jerked his wrists against his restraint, glaring The Glare of Death at the other boy before speaking through his teeth.

“It wouldn’t have been.”

Harry smiled and continued stroking himself and Draco was finding it harder and harder to pay attention to glaring at him when his cock was so hard and so thick in his hand and this wasn’t fair at all.

“I…you…”

But Draco’s attempts at insults had conceded defeat in heavy breathing because fuck, no one had the right to be so beautiful touching himself.

Harry smiled again, blushing as he recognised his effect on the other boy. He let go of himself, biting back a sound at the loss of touch and leaned across Draco, draping himself over the other boy and kissing him, rocking his hips against Draco’s, feeling their cocks rubbing against each other. Draco arched against him, moaning shamelessly into Harry’s mouth. Harry laughed as he pulled away, kissing him again playfully and light, barely letting Draco’s mouth touch his.

Draco made an impatient noise, shifting against the other boy, the tie cutting into his wrists.

“You fucking owe me, Potter.”

Harry frowned, shifting against Draco and sitting up, running his hands idly over Draco’s lower abdomen.

“For what?”

Draco scowled up at him.

“I saw you with Boot. Smiling, laughing, touching. You owe me.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

“I already told you, it was about the DA. And anyway, what were you doing there?”

Draco flushed, pausing momentarily and licking his lips.

“I was on duty.”

Harry was getting better at knowing when people lied to him. Draco, especially, had never been particularly talented at hiding it. He had been watching Harry, just like he was always watching Harry. The thought made him shiver and he swallowed, leaning over the other boy and kissing him hard before speaking against his mouth.

“You weren’t.”

Draco made an involuntary noise and shifted against Harry again, rocking his hips up off of the bed. Harry sat up quickly, closing his eyes and holding out his hand. He wasted no time in flinging off the cap of the lube that appeared, dipping his fingers in it and oh, watching this was making Draco even harder, knowing what was coming next. Harry knelt over him again, kissing him hard and slipping his hand underneath Draco, sliding his fingers along his entrance. Draco moaned and tried to press back against Harry’s hand, the tie cutting sharply into his wrists.

Harry laughed softly again, moving his mouth down Draco’s throat, his fingers still brushing ever so lightly against the other boy’s entrance. He closed his eyes and Draco could feel his eyelashes brushing the skin of his throat. His cock was even harder as he anticipated the sounds that would come from Harry’s mouth.

\You’re such a slut. I can feel you, wanting this, eager for this.\

Draco whimpered at the hisses that seemed to be touching him, arching into Harry desperately, ignoring the pain of the fabric cutting his wrists as Harry opened his mouth again and oh, fuck, Draco could swear he could feel his tongue moving.

\You want me to fuck you, don’t you?\

Draco threw his head back, swallowing hard and twisting against his binds because gods, how could Potter do that and ignore his cock and this wasn’t fair and he was such an absolute bastard and Draco would pay him back for this. And then Potter twisted his wrist and started fucking him with his fingers, and Draco nearly screamed, because the bastard wasn’t even starting off slow and fuck him, it hurt but he couldn’t stay mad because then Harry was talking again, moving his mouth across Draco’s throat, up to his ear, and the vibrations, the sound of Potter’s tongue twisting to make whispers to someone else, saying things Draco couldn’t understand… he felt them everywhere, sliding over his skin and encircling his prick and if Potter didn’t fuck him soon he’d kill the bastard.

Harry shifted his wrist again, fucking him deeper and Draco nearly cried out and then he was pulling out and Draco was whining, shifting and arching against him and Harry, that bastard, he was laughing and Draco wanted to hit him – probably would have if his hands weren’t tied above his fucking head.

But then Harry was sliding back and lubing his prick and then he had Draco’s legs over his shoulders and Draco tried to relax but he wanted this so much. Harry paused at Draco’s entrance cruelly, licking his lips and looking down at the other boy, who was presently whimpering and twisting against his binding in a manner that he would surely be angry about later.

“Are you … going to fuck me, Potter? Or are you—“

But Draco found a moment later that the rest of that sentence wasn’t entirely necessary as Harry was pushing into him, hard and fast and fuck. Draco pushed back against him, biting his lip until he was sure it had torn and Harry was already thrusting in and out of him, gripping Draco’s thighs as he moved, his fingers digging into the other boy’s skin and oh, yes there would be marks there later.

Draco was already nearing the edge and this wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair but Potter and his fucking parseltongue and what was Draco supposed to do in defence against that, anyway? Harry moaned, fucking him harder and Draco wondered if he was close too, somewhere in the depths of his currently clouded thoughts and his twists against the tie. That fucking tie.

And then Harry was letting go of one of Draco’s thighs, his hand sliding across flushed skin to grip his cock and that was it, it was all over. Draco arched off of the bed, pushing back desperately against Harry as he came, crying out his name in spite of himself and shuddering. Harry thrust into him a few more times before he came, moaning and looking idiotic as usual, finally pulling out and collapsing, half-draped across Draco.

This did not impress Draco in the slightest, as he had lost feeling in his hands quite some time ago, and he would really rather not suffer amputation because of Potter’s lack of knowledge about the circulatory system, thankyouverymuch.

“Potter.”

Harry grinned and raised his head from Draco’s shoulder, reaching up to tug his glasses off and yawning.

“Yeah?”

“Fucking tie, Potter.”

Harry blushed, looking sheepish and leaned across Draco to untie him before curling up beside him again, tucking his head against Draco’s shoulder and smiling as he closed his eyes.

Draco found this total lack of concern for his delicate – and marred – wrists inexcusable and he glared at the boy, opening his mouth to inform him exactly how inexcusable it was, but then Harry, in his typically annoying fashion, opened his mouth.

Draco wasn’t sure exactly what was said, but he had a pretty good idea. And for once in his life, Potter had rendered him speechless. He shook his head at the ludicrousness of it and settled back against the pillows, trying to ignore the way that Potter’s hand was now delicately curled around his stomach.

“Oh, shut up and go to sleep, Potter.”

But, as per his usual obnoxiousness, Harry was already asleep.