Draco and Harry's Escort Service

Chapter Nine

Thankfully, Wiltshire was close to London. Harry didn't know exactly where Malfoy Manor was, but the old Order of the Phoenix records had it pinpointed quite nicely. It only took a quick trip back to Twelve Grimmauld Place to snag the information and Harry was in the sky again.

He was so single-minded about his destination that he shredded through a stray group of dementors on the way as if they were black tissue paper. It was early afternoon when he set down on a beautiful green sward before a partially rebuilt mansion. Harry swallowed as he climbed the makeshift wooden steps that led to the front porch. The outer walls of the mansion were in a rough state of construction. The roof seemed to be done, but none of the brickwork had been started and the pillars holding up the porch were simple large posts. The front door stood open.

Harry propped his broom against the outside wall and went in. A massive amount of framing met his gaze. He seemed to be in a huge vestibule and a vast staircase led both upstairs and downstairs beyond. To his right was a large room--possibly a parlour--that had barely been started. The floors were bare and an opening stood where a fireplace belonged.

Harry heard banging around the corner to the right and headed that direction. He walked down what would eventually be a hallway and entered a room that was surprisingly near completion. The walls looked finished and a huge bay window looked out over the green lawn. The fireplace mantle was black-veined grey marble and the partially-finished floor was dark hardwood. Draco was working on the floor. He had his back to Harry and his shirt was off as he expertly cut a plank of wood with his wand and levitated it into place on the floor. He conjured nails and hammered them into place using a spell Harry had never suspected existed.

While less strenuous than the Muggle method, the repetitious motion was not without effort and Malfoy's skin shone with sweat. His long, silver-blonde hair fell over his eyes in abandon. Harry thought he'd never seen Draco look more appealing. He leaned against the doorjamb and watched him in appreciation.

Malfoy seemed to sense his presence and his grey eyes snapped up to stare implacably at Harry for a moment before he straightened.

"Potter," he said casually. "Took you long enough."

Harry nodded. "You knew I'd find you?"

"Of course. I assume you've come to give me a stern talking to? A piece of your narrow Gryffindor mind? A lecture about the error of my ways? A long list of reasons why you plan never to see me again?"

"No, not really," Harry said and chuckled. "In fact, you've managed to get it wrong on every count."

Draco's eyes narrowed and Harry noted with satisfaction that he'd finally managed to perplex the overconfident Slytherin. Harry fingered his wand with growing anticipation.

"Why are you here, then?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded. "We'll get to that. First, I need to find something." He turned and walked back through the house. As expected, Malfoy followed suspiciously. Harry wandered, apparently aimlessly, and finally stopped inside a large room that contained a group of pillars that would eventually be sheathed in something decorative--marble, or some sort of exotic wood, most likely.

"Practically perfect," Harry muttered. "What room is this?"

"Drawing room," Draco replied, sounding perplexed. Harry turned and cried, "Expelliarmus!"

Malfoy's wand spun across the unfinished room. Before Draco could move, Harry ejected magical ropes from his wand that bound Malfoy's hands together. He gestured sharply and the ropes pulled Draco to the nearest pillar and wrapped around the post tightly, drawing his hands up over his head.

"What the hell are you doing, Potter?"

Harry, not wanting a knee in the groin, bound Draco's booted feet to the post before he leaned forward to grin at Malfoy in satisfaction.

"You know how irritating we Gryffindors are regarding promises, right? Well, I made a promise to myself that I would tie you up at the earliest opportunity. Naturally, I had to track you down in order to fulfill that vow."

Draco struggled against his bonds for only a moment before he relaxed and affected an air of boredom.

"Fine, Potter. You've tied me up. Now you may go."

Harry bent forward and kissed Draco's neck just below his right ear, making certain he dragged his teeth across the skin in a sensual torture before licking a swift line up to Malfoy's earlobe, tasting the salty tang of sweat. Draco inhaled sharply.

"I can't possibly go, now. I haven't even started."

Harry, pressed firmly against Draco, felt Malfoy shudder at Harry's words. He slid his left hand slowly over Draco's ribs, smoothing upward over each bump with his thumb. His right hand still held his wand, which he wasn't quite ready to relinquish.

Harry trailed his hand over Draco's breastbone and then followed the path of palest blonde hair down his abdomen to the waistband of Draco's black trousers.

Malfoy drew in a ragged breath and his shoulders flexed as he pulled at his bonds. Harry slowly unbuckled Draco's belt.

"Don't, Potter," Malfoy said hoarsely.

"Shhhhhh," Harry hushed as he kissed a trail downward, following his hand as it unbuttoned Draco's slacks. He dropped to one knee and nuzzled his face into the gaping waistband, grinning with wicked glee when Draco gasped and jerked against the pillar. He pulled back for a moment and tapped one of Draco's boots with his wand, giving a brief word of thanks for magic when the boot vanished. He did the same to the other.

After that, he went to work on the trousers, using a severing spell to tear the seam on the slacks until it was a large enough rip for him to tear them completely open using brute force. Draco watched him through half-lidded eyes as Harry shredded his trousers until they were no longer an obstacle. Harry stepped back, panting a bit from exertion, and admired Draco's bound form, now clad only in thin black silk boxers.

"Why are you doing this?" Draco asked quietly.

Harry curled his lip in a passable imitation of Draco's sneer. He moved forward again and caressed the other side of Malfoy's neck with his lips.

"Just having a bit of fun. Isn't that what you always say? Just casual entertainment, right, Malfoy?"

Harry tucked his wand into his back pocket and put both hands on Draco's body, roving them slowly over chest, abdomen, back, and buttocks while kissing him hotly in various places, but not on the mouth--not yet. He could feel Malfoy tremble and his breathing became unsteady. Harry slipped his hand under Draco's boxers and gripped Malfoy's hard, throbbing member. Draco thrashed against his bonds.

"Don't do this, Harry," Malfoy whispered.

Harry stroked the velvet shaft with his thumb and shut his eyes. If he met Draco's silver gaze, he'd never be able to continue.

"It's not quite as fun when you're not in control, is it?" Harry asked and partially opened his eyes to see Malfoy shake his head. He never stopped moving his hand, stroking languidly. Harry laughed wickedly. "Deal with it."

"You just came here to torture me, then?"

"Initially, yes," Harry admitted. "But not completely. The last time I spoke to you, I wasn't allowed to finish." Harry's caress grew stronger, more purposeful. Draco's breathing was uneven and he tipped his head back. His platinum hair brushed the long line of his neck and lay against his pale shoulders. Harry felt his own breath hitch at the erotic sight.

"You made yourself clear," Draco breathed. Harry pressed himself against Malfoy, nearly moaning as he thrust his hips forward to give Draco a taste of his own arousal. He dragged his open mouth over Draco's jaw, almost desperate to kiss him, but knowing such a move would shatter what was left of his self-control.

No, I don't think I did. You once told me that flesh is flesh and need is need, but that's not completely true, is it?" His mouth left Draco's jaw and moved downward to the hollow of his throat. Harry licked Malfoy's collarbone provocatively.

"You see, it doesn't explain why yours is the only flesh I want and you are the only one I need."

Harry pulled back slightly to meet Draco's startled silver gaze.

"When I said I deserve better, I meant that I deserve more than a casual relationship. I need more than that. And so do you."

His hand had not stopped moving and he was encouraged by the almost imperceptible trembling that afflicted Draco's body.

"What I need is to make love to you right now, and tonight, and tomorrow, and every bloody day that follows. I need to wake up in your arms and kiss your perfect lips and possess you as utterly and completely as you have possessed me."

He let go of Draco and allowed both hands to slide up the length of Malfoy's torso before he took a full step backward.

"Since I am, as you continually point out, a noble Gryffindor and not an unscrupulous Slytherin bastard, I'm going to release you and allow you to make a choice. Either you accept me on my terms or I walk out of here and never return."

Harry pulled his wand from his pocket and released Malfoy's bonds. He watched warily as Draco slowly lowered his arms and flexed his hands. The silver eyes burned like white-hot flames.

"Noble Gryffindor, my ass. That was the most unscrupulous bit of business I have ever seen." Malfoy stepped away from the pillar and walked slowly around Harry, who suddenly felt that he had just released a very hungry, very unpredictable, dragon.

Draco halted behind Harry, who felt a sudden chill of trepidation. What if Luna had been wrong?

"I see one small problem, Potter," Draco said and Harry felt Malfoy's hot breath behind his ear at the words.

Harry found his voice with difficulty.

"Which is?"

"Your shirt has too many fucking buttons."

Malfoy's hands suddenly reached over Harry's shoulders and violently tore his shirt open, sending buttons cascading across the floor. Draco body pressed hard against Harry's back and his hands slid over Potter's chest in a possessive caress. Harry felt Draco's lips beneath his ear as he tipped his head back in surrender. His relief was tangible.

"I accept your terms, Potter," Draco murmured.

Malfoy unexpectedly picked Harry up and carried him from the room.

"Where are we going?"

"Bedroom," Draco said and started up the stairs.

"It's finished?"

"Of course. You don't expect me to sleep on the floor in my own house, do you?"

Harry chuckled.

"Perish the thought."