Little Black Riding Hood

Little Black Riding Hood

"Draco Mmmph-Malfoy!"

"What?"

"Get off, you great sleaze!"

"Fine, calm down. I just think you look great in black."

Blaise shivered with delight. Draco's hands were running over his shoulders again. And, Draco had just complimented him. Blaise looked up in confusion as someone knocked on the door. Draco, mistaking the misty gaze, lowered to devour his mouth again. Blaise did something he had never done before and pushed him away.

"Mmmph, Draco!"

"What?" Draco was getting annoyed now, Blaise could tell.

"The door?" he suggested.

"It'll just be another client."

"Well, they-uh..." Blaise sounded embarrassed. His pale cheeks flushed and he twisted under Draco's body. Draco, sensing his discomfort, shifted slightly and stroked the other boy's face before running his hands up into Blaise's soft brown hair. He planted a few soft kisses along Blaise's jaw before sitting up, ignoring the persistent knocking.

"What you trying to say?" he asked, running his fingertips over Blaise's neck.

Blaise gasped and swallowed with great difficulty. "They-well, uh, they can wait can't they?"

"Why's that?" Draco asked coyly, sitting back on Blaise's upper thighs.

"Well... You always say I'm your favourite..." Blaise trailed off uncertainly, his cheeks flaming under Draco's scrutinising gaze.

"You are," the blond drawled, leaning down to suck against a bruise on Blaise's shoulder. The dark-haired boy shuddered and pushed him away again.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do. Now can we please get it over with? I'm going to have ten people out there and even I'm not that good."

Blaise looked hurt. The blond Slytherin rolled his eyes. "What now?"

"Get it over with?"

"You know what I mean. The sooner we start, the quicker I can get to the bit you like. You know, when I-"

"Draco Malfoy, open this door immediately!"

Horror crossed the two boys' faces. It sounded horribly like McGonagall.

"You told her?" Draco asked with a furious mutter, slamming his hands against Blaise's shoulders to stop him getting up.

"No, I swear I didn't. You know I wouldn't!"

"Alright then," Draco said, relaxing his grip. "Well, that's it for tonight. You can pay tomorrow, I trust you do want to finish this?"

"Of course I do," Blaise muttered huskily. Draco couldn't help it: Blaise was his favourite customer because of what he did to Draco with a single sentence. Thank Merlin he was wearing a long sleeved shirt or Blaise would have seen the goose bumps that were spreading up and down his arms.

Blaise sat up so their bodies were pressed close together and pushed his lips against Draco's one last time. Draco gently bit into his lip and pulled away.

"Go on," he said, smiling lopsidedly as he knew Blaise liked. "Clear off."

In seconds, Blaise had disappeared out of the door, which Draco had charmed to look like a wardrobe, with some advanced Dark Magic his father had taught him in his third year, that in actual fact lead down a short dingy corridor and back to the Slytherin common room. Of course, that door was charmed to appear under the stairs so it remained inconspicuous to teachers.

Draco did nothing to the bed sheets, they were rumpled enough to look as if he had just got out of bed - which, technically, he had - and walked over to open the door. McGonagall was indeed standing there with her wand at the ready to blast it down, fuming.

"Good evening, Professor," Draco said pleasantly, knowing she wasn't fooled.

"What, Mr Malfoy," she began; pulling out Draco's advertisement and brandishing it like a weapon before her, "is this?"

"It looks like parchment, Professor," he replied innocently, although he knew this wouldn't go down well.

"I know what it is, Malfoy! Tell me, why did I find this in the Gryffindor common room?"

"I don't know," Draco replied, stalking back to his bed and flopping down. "Because they can't get laid without someone getting paid?"

McGonagall seethed.

"Conducting your own business on school property is illegal, Malfoy, and something of this nature-" again, she waved the advertisement, "could see you in prison. You are, of course, old enough."

"I'm sorry, Professor. It's just so hard to make money these days," Draco said sadly, looking down and creasing his forehead. He looked up and grinned cheekily. "Of course, this way I enjoy what I do as well."

The whole room seemed to shake with McGonagall's anger but she contained herself and spoke once more, "I will deal with this tomorrow. Perhaps my sleep and nice weather tomorrow will make the punishment less severe but do not count on it, Mr Malfoy. You deserve to be expelled."

"I won't count on that."

The door slammed and rattled in its frame. Draco smiled and stretched out on his bed resting his head under his hands. He wasn't worried. Umbridge had caught him in the fifth year but since he had offered to set up the Inquisitorial Squad to help her deal with that idiot, Potter, she had conveniently 'forgotten' the whole incident.

He climbed under the deep green sheets and stared at the ceiling for what seemed hours before he grew sleepy. Eventually, his eyes closed and his lips parted as he dreamed of sweet revenge on whichever Gryffindor worm had ratted him out to McGonagall.

He had barely been asleep for five minutes when there was an urgent rapping on the charmed wardrobe door. Draco opened his eyes and wondered whether Blaise had left something in Draco's room. Then he remembered that he had created a duplicate door in the Astronomy Tower for clients outside of Slytherin to use. Why some idiot was using the Passageway - as it had come to be known by - in the middle of the night, was unintelligible to him.

Grumbling incoherently, Draco crawled out of bed and wandered over to the door. He opened it and got a most unpleasant surprise - a punch in the face. He stumbled backwards, tripped over some leather trousers he had left on the floor and ended up sprawled on the floor. Instantly, the visitor rushed forwards and straddled his waist, holding him down by his shoulders. Draco struggled and reached up for just long enough to push back the hood of the visitor's black cloak.

"Potter?" he asked incredulously. "What the hell did you hit me for?"

"I don't know..." Potter sounded confused. "I thought you would be easier to talk to if I had the advantage."

"You stupid-" Draco started. Then he realised Potter was exactly right about who had the advantage. Defeated, Draco changed his mind. "Go ahead, talk."

"Well... I- I saw your ad-"

Before he had even finished the sentence, Draco began to laugh. He laughed so loudly he couldn't even hear Potter telling him to shut up. Eventually, the raven-haired boy clamped a hand down over his mouth. Draco made a muffled noise.

"What?" Potter asked, confused. Draco rolled his eyes in the dark and said it again. "Malfoy, I can't hear you."

Draco motioned to Potter's hand and he removed it. "Much better."

"What did you say?"

"I said, what's a nice boy like you looking at things like that for?"

"I..." Potter faltered. Draco didn't need it to be light to tell that he was blushing furiously.

"Oh, come now, Potter, don't be shy. You. Want me. For-"

"Yes, I do!" Potter cried out.

Draco smirked. "There, wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Yeah, it bloody was. So... what happens?"

"Well, you pay me, then I shag you."

"I know about the paying part," Potter said irritably, ignoring Draco's crude use of language.

"But you didn't know what you were paying for?"

"Obviously."

"So you want me to..." Draco felt nervous although he had no idea why. His words felt jumbled in his mouth although they sounded fine when they came out.

"Yeah..."

"What, now?"

"Yeah, why not? I'm bored and you obviously have nothing better to do."

"I was asleep, for your information."

"Oh." Potter's shoulders sagged.

"But I'm wide awake now. Never had a wake-up call involving my worst enemy punching me then asking me to shag him."

"Yeah... About that? Sorry."

"Don't think anything of it. I'll get you back in a minute." Draco was smiling again.

"It won't hurt... Will it?"

"Only if it's your first..."

No response.

"You've got to be taking the piss."

Again, nothing.

Draco laughed again. "You're in seventh year and you're still a virgin?"

Potter's grip on his shoulders relaxed and he looked away.

"Alright, I'm sorry. It's just... I've been doing this since fifth year."

"You're serious?"

"Yep."

"Well, let's go then." Potter sounded determined.

"Are you sure, Potter?"

"Yes," Potter hissed.

They got up and Potter sat on the bed nervously. His frame was rigid under the black cloak. Draco knew deep down the Gryffindor was having doubts. He cupped Potter's chin with his hands and kissed him softly. Potter's lips were slightly rough to the touch and up-close, he smelt of burnt-out bonfires mixed with the fresh rawness of rain. It was so enticing that after drawing back, Draco returned his lips to Potter's. At first, Potter was completely frozen. Then, slowly, he relaxed into the kiss and responded ever so gently. He seemed so unsure and Draco led him to open his mouth. When Draco pulled back, he saw Potter's eyes were closed.

"Hmm, not bad, Potter."

"Thanks," Potter replied breathlessly.

A few moments of awkward silence passed. "So, what's with the black cloak and get up?"

"Darkest thing I own. Why?" Potter was suspicious.

"You look good in black. You're a male Little Black Riding Hood."

"Hey, isn't that a story?"

"Yeah, Little Red Riding Hood. Come on, please tell me you've heard of it."

Potter shook his head uncertainly.

"Well, that's odd."

"Why?"

"It just is."

Before Draco could tell what was happening, Potter had pulled the pale pointed face towards his own and pressed his lips against Draco's once more.

"Mmm."

"I like that," Potter said simply. Draco nodded. What!? You're not meant to agree with customers! Oh... To hell with it. He pulled Potter towards him again.

"Me too," he murmured against the dark-haired boy's mouth. He felt Potter's lips curve into a smile.

"So, tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"The story of Little Red Riding Hood."

"Well," Draco began, pushing the Gryffindor gently back on the bed and lowering himself against the other boy. "It goes like this:"

He kissed Harry's mouth one last time and traced a line around it with his finger. "Once upon a time, there was a girl name Little Red Riding Hood..."