Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 11: Hogwarts Sex God

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Draco walked to breakfast looking forward to seeing Harry again. Last night Harry's roommates had finally broken through the locking charm on the dorm (thank Hermione for that), and needless to say, had not been very happy to find Harry and Draco snuggled up together on the bed. They promptly kicked Draco out of the room, and consequently Draco had spent the night alone when he would have much preferred spending the night with Harry. Ah well. There would be more opportunities for that.

He dropped gracefully into a seat between Pansy and Blaise and happily started dishing food onto his plate. His friends gave him a suspicious look. A happy Malfoy at breakfast was not a common occurrence.

"So Draco," Blaise began nonchalantly, "I notice you came back to the room very late last night."

Draco ignored Blaise in favor of the waffles on his plate. Undaunted, Blaise pressed on. "So where were you?" he asked, hoping for some juicy details.

"Isn't it obvious?" Pansy snorted. "I mean, look at him. He got some last night, it's written all over his face."

Draco merely reached for the orange juice.

"Draaaco!" Blaise whined. "I know you were with Potter last night. Aren't you going to tell us anything about him?"

"Nope," Draco said shortly, sipping his juice. He looked across the hall to where Harry was sitting and chatting animatedly with Ron, Hermione and Dean and his face lit up. Blaise smirked wickedly at him.

"Aww, Draco's in love," he said in a singsong voice, and Draco glared a. Blaise merely continued. "I notice Harry's pretty little Irish friend isn't fawning all over him this morning. Did you have anything to do with that?"

Draco looked, and it was true. Seamus, though sitting and chatting with his friends at the table, was obviously avoiding getting too close to Harry, most likely for fear of pissing Draco off. Draco smirked. "Maybe."

At that moment the owl post came, and Pansy looked up excitedly. "I can't wait to see what the feature article is this time in Wicked Witch Weekly. I do hope it's something good." Wicked Witch Weekly was a subdivision of Witch Weekly that was known for publishing the "racier" articles, and as a result, had a much wider subscribing audience than Witch Weekly itself.The owl dropped the magazine off in her lap and she eagerly looked at the cover. Her blue eyes immediately got very big and round, and she coughed slightly.

"What?" Draco asked, craning over her shoulder to see the cover. "Oh, shit."

Harry Potter, Defeater of the Dark Lord and the Reigning Sex God of Hogwarts! Exclusive Story! Screamed the cover, which featured a large picture of Harry, obviously taken without his knowledge, and obviously taken during Quidditch practice. Wearing a tight t-shirt and athletic pants, he was a little sweaty, a lot disheveled, full of authority and sexy as hell. He looked like a Muggle football star, like a younger, brunette David Beckham. Yummy. Draco felt his mouth go dry.

Blaise snatched the magazine away from Pansy. "Fucking hell." He gaped at the picture. "From now on I am attending every single Gryffindor Quidditch practice. In fact, we should sell tickets. Harry is bloody incredible." Rising whispers around the Great Hall attested to the fact that everyone who subscribed to Wicked Witch Weekly was currentssing the same sentiments.

Pansy wrenched the magazine back and opened it to the article and her mouth fell open. "Wow, they weren't kidding about him being a sex god! Where did they get all this information about Potter's sex life?" At those words Draco started to feel decidedly nervous.

"Um, what does it say?" he asked, with an attempt at nonchalance. Pansy skimmed the article.

"Well, first off it states that all the information is from an unnamed but reliable source, but this is incredible. Says here he's got amazing stamina - that it's quite common for him to go ten rounds in one night." Draco's face paled slightly. "And that his - oh Merlin, it can't be that big, how could he walk around? And, oh my God, listen to this -

But Draco had heard enough. Obviously the articlel of all the information that he had given Harry's fan club - made up in a heated moment of revenge. He had to get Harry out of the Great Hall before he saw the article.

Draco sprinted over to the Gryffindor table where Harry was chatting with Hermione about something called television, bugger if he knew what that was. He pointedly ignored the irritated looks he was getting from Harry's roommates and grabbed Harry's arm. Harry looked up and saw him and smiled.

"Morning, Draco," he said affectionately and motioned to the seat next to him. "I missed you last night. Join us?"

"Um, actually I was hoping I could have you all to myself for a couple minutes," he drawled, refusing to let his nervousness show on his face or in his voice. He looked up and saw Ginny, Lavender, Parvati and the Creevey brothers all huddled over magazines, and gulped.

Ron gave him a disgusted look. "Honestly Malfoy, let the guy eat some breakfast. Don't you at least want him to get his strength back before you have another go at him?" This comment earned some amused chuckles from Dean and Hermione, but Draco didn't have time to worry about that. The Gryffindor contingent of the HPFC was slowly making its way to where Harry was sitting, eager looks on their faces.

"Come on, Harry," he said, with a little more desperation, tugging on Harry's arm. "We're uh...we're going to be late for class and you don't want detention, right?"

"Draco, it's Sunday," Harry pointed out, giving Draco a puzzled look. "What's going on?"

"Harry! Hey Harry!" The Creevey brothers, bursting with excitement, had reached the Gryffindor Golden Boy and were holding out copies of the magazines and a scarlet quill. "Will you sign these for us? Huh? Will you?"

Momentarily distracted from Draco, Harry leaned over to see what they were talking about. Draco, having failed miserably in his quest to prevent Harry from seeing the magazine, came up with a new plan: namely, retreat. Taking advantage of Harry's momentary distraction, he began to back up very slowly, trying not to draw attention to himself as Harry saw the cover of Wicked Witch Weekly. Harry's mouth fell open and he stared speechless at the article. Unfortunately for Draco, however, the Creevy brothers were far from speechless.

"Draco, where are you going? We came over here to thank you for the information you gave us for this article," Colin said cheerily.

"Yeah, Draco, don't go! The HPFC owes you a great big thank you," Dennis chimed in.

Harry and his Gryffindor posse slowly turned to look at who had the sudden, desperate wish to Apparate far, far away.

"Um, well, you're uh...very welcome, and um, if you don't mind, I'll just be going now," said Draco, backing up even faster. He turned to run.

"DRACO MALFOY!" At the sound of Harry's voice, Draco froze. "Get back here. Now. "

Slowly turning back around, Draco unwillingly took a few steps back towards the Gryffindor table. Go on, Draco, you can do this, he coached himself. Just deny everything. Deny it to the death. He quickly arranged his face into what he hoped was a very angelic expression. "Yes, Harry?" he asked, and then added, "Love?" for good measure.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Did you do this?" he asked meaningfully, glancing down at the magazine which was now open to the article.

Stall for time. "Do what?" he asked, voice innocent as can be.

"Did you give my fan club this information about my sex life?" Harry was not buying the innocent act for one second.

Deny deny deny. "What? Me? Of course not! Don't be ridiculous."

"So that's a 'no'?" Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Um...yequo;

"Yes?"

"No!"

"Draco..."

"...maybe." Damn it. How did Harry always make him talk?

Harry looked down at the article and then back at Draco. "Did you tell my fan club that I was "more adventurous in bed than in my battles with the Dark Lord" and "always willing to try anything new, no matter how novel or kinky?&rdqu"

"Um...well, I hardly think I phrased it that way -

"How about "the talented fingers that amaze on the Quidditch pitch are even more skillful at giving pleasure then they are at catching the Golden Snitch?" Ring any bells?"

"Uh, I guess that sounds maybe a little familiar, but Harry -

"And did you say," Harry said slowly, looking Draco straight in the eye, "that there is no greater ecstasy on this earth then to be subjected to the amazing and talented tongue of a Parselmouth?"

"Oh that. Well, um, I might have said something similar, but surely it doesn't really matter, right Harry? Harry?"

"Malfoy," Harry began, in a voice that was much too calm, "if I were you, I would run." He paused. "NOW."

Draco let out a very un-dignified, un-Malfoyish squeak and bolted from the Great Hall. Harry calmly took a sip of pumpkin juice, set his cup down, nodded goodbye to the greatly amused faces at the Gryffindor table and took off after him.

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Harry knew Draco would run for Slytherin territory and leisurely headed down to the dungeons, trying to decide what exactly he was going to do with Draco when he caught him. He paused in front of the blank stone wall that he knew concealed the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He thought to himself for a moment. He didn't have the password, so how to get in, how to get in...

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Draco was sitting on a couch in the common room, trying to catch his breath. His Slytherin cronies were sitting around him, fighting over the article. Even Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be very keen on the picture of Harry on the front. Blaise and Pansy were alternatedly grabbing the magazine from each other and trying to get information from Draco as to how true the details were.

"Draco, I can't believe you. Here I've been desperate for details about Potter and you refuse to talk about him, and then you go blabbing it all to his fan club! I thought we were friends," Blaise was saying sulkily. &ldnext meeting isn't until Tuesday, I would have had to wait two more days to find out all this stuff."

Draco, heart still faintly pounding, gave Blaise an incredulous look. "You're in Potter's fan club?"

"Um, hello, of course I am. Have you seen the guy?"

Now Draco was feeling sulky. "Of course I've seen him, Blaise, he's my boyfriend. Would it kill you not to drool over him so obviously?"

Millicent Bulstrode, who had just jd them, just shook her head at Draco. "You can't exactly blame him, you know. Your boyfriend is gorgeous." She began to read through her copy of the article for the third time. "God, Draco, you are the luckiest bastard in the entire world."

Not once Harry finds me, I won't be, Draco thought to himself.

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Across from the invisible entrance to the Slytherin common room was a portrait of a sultry looking woman with a snake wrapped around her neck. She was eying Harry with obvious interest. But Harry wasn't interested in her. The thought had occurred to him that the portrait most likely had overheard the password, and he stalked over to have a quick heart-to-heart with the snake in the picture.

"Excusssse me,&rdq he hissed at the portrait, giving the snake a charming grin, "but may I trouble you for a ssssecond?"

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Draco was finally starting to breathe easier, feeling that if Harry hadn't found him yet, he was probably not going to find him for awhile.

"So it's all true then? The entire article?" Millicent was asking.

Draco figured he was already screwed, might as well go all the way. "Every word," he smirked cockily.

&ldqu;And you should know," said a voice from above. Draco paled considerably.

"Harry! How the hell did you get in here?" he asked, desperately looking around for an exit and seeing none. Harry gave him a wicked grin and began stalking towards him, a predatory look on his face.

"I have my wayssss," he smirked, deliberately hissing, and Draco closed his eyes with a shudder. Parseltongue. He would never admit to anyone, least of all Harry, but he had always found the idea that Harry was a Parselmouth inexplicably erotic. Maybe it was because it just seemed so wicked for the Gryffindor Golden Boy to speak the language of snakes and dark wizards.

Harry, however, saw him shudder and had a pretty good idea what made him do it. He stalked closer. "What'ssss wrong?" he asked coyly, enjoying the look on Draco's face. "Don't you like Parseltongue, Draco?" he hissed in Parseltongue, and saw with satisfaction that Draco seemed to be turniutty. Come to think of it, so did all of the other Slytherins within hearing range. Maybe Draco wasn't the only one with this strange fetish.

Harry settled into the couch between Draco and Blaise. Draco was looking at Harry with a very odd mixture of lust and wariness. Blaise, as per usual, was undaunted by the tension between them.

"Harry, will you sign my magazine?" he asked eagerly, wrenching Pansy's copy out of her hands and ignoring her protests. Harry just rolled his eyes.

"Oh, honestly," he sighed. "I am not signing that bloody thing. Not for you, not for anyone. It's ridiculously embarrassing," he finished, with a pointed look at Draco.

"Oh, I don't know about embarrassing," said Pansy thoughtfully. &ld actually come across as quite amazing, you know."

"I haven't read the article, thank you," said Harry. "Just highlights."

"Draco, I hope you know a lot of hexes because every student in Hogwarts is going to be trying to get in Potter's pants even more than usual after this," Millicent said, giving Harry a lustful stare that indicated that she would most likely be one of those students. Draco scowled at her, obviously not very happily with that thought.

"No kidding," Blaise chipped in, thumbing through the article. "I mean, Potter, listen to this. In addition to some very impressive vital statistics about your um, measurements, it says here that you're into role playing, and that your favorite game is 'detention with the Potions professor'."

"I'm sorry - what?" Harry asked, directing a glare at an increasingly nervous Draco.

"I'll read it to you: Of the many adventurous games that our young hero will play in the bedroom, his favorite is 'Detention with the Potions Professor.' It involves a strict potion master, a naughty student, and a very eventful evening of detention in which the naughty student is taught a lesson by his teacher. I never would have guessed you were into discipline, Potter."

Harry blinked several times before speaking, a rather disturbed look on his face. "Yes, well...what can I say? We all have our kinky sides, don't we?" He paused. "Draco, could I possibly see you for a moment? In private?"

"Draco, that was not a request. Let me put it to you this way: You have exactly ten seconds to go somewhere private before you get what's coming to you in front of everyone here." Draco gulped. "Ten...nine...eight..." Draco jumped up and ran into his bedroom, Harry hot on his heels.

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As soon as Harry crossed the threshold to Draco's bedroom, he slammed the door shut and cast a locking spell. Then he turned to face Draco and began walking towards him with a look that made Draco feel like the prey of a lion.

"Okay, I know it seems bad, but look Harry, I can explain..." he began tentatively, but Harry wasn't here to listen to his explanations.

"Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand flew out of his robes into Harry's waiting hand. Draco's eyes got very big.

"Harry, what are you doing?" he asked nervously, backing up. Harry continued to pursue him, and pointed his wand at Draco for another incantation.

"Abrogo vestitus," and Draco's shirt and trousers flew off his body. Dressed only in boxers, and aware of Harry's very appreciative stare, Draco's body was beginning to tingle in anticipation. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. He felt his legs hit the bed behind him, and then Harry was on top of him, pushing him down to sit on the mattress, kissing him roughly, and Draco had the fleeting thought that no, this wasn't going to be bad at all.

Harry crawled into Draco's lap, straddling him, and Draco reached up with his arms and ran them over Harry's back, pausing at the hem of Harry's shirt to lift it over his head. Still kissing the raven-haired Gryffindor, he began to run his hand up Harry's thigh. Harry immediately pulled back.

"Oh no you don't," he said, and pushed Draco onto his back. "Ferratus mollis," he murmured, and Draco found himself bound to the head of the bed by soft, padded handcuffs. "You didn't think you were getting away that easy, did you?" Harry's smile was feral, and Draco shivered, unable to take his eyes off his boyfriend.

Harry climbed on top of Draco, straddling his hips and hovering over his prone body on all fours. He licked his lips. "Now that I've got you, whatever shall I do with you?" he purred, dipping down to kiss Draco's lips. Draco responded with fervor, arching into the kiss and moaning softly as Harry's tongue teased his.

"That was a very naughty thing you did to me, Draco," Harry continued to purr, now trailing the softest of kisses up and down Draco's neck, causing the blonde to whimper softly under him. "And I'm trying to decide the best way to punish you," he whispered into Draco's ear, tongue snaking out to trace the delicate and sensitive skin. Draco moaned out loud as Harry's fingers ghosted their way over his torso, pausing to trace circles across Draco's impressive abdominal muscles.

"Oh gods, Harry," he hissed as Harry's hand dropped lower. The needy rasp of his voice made Harry's eyes glow with emerald fire.

"Do you like that, Draco?" he asked, voice smooth as satin, hand still on Draco, watching the blonde with hungry eyes.

"Oh gods, yes, Harry."

"Louder, baby. Say my name," Harry ordered, trailing kisses down Draco's torso, set on using his mouth to make Draco shout his name.

"Oh fuck, Harry!" the blonde cried out, and the next few minutes were lost to utter ecstasy.

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Harry flopped onto his back next to Draco, mumbling a faint Finite Incantatem, and Draco was realized from his bonds. He immediately crawled into Harry's arms, head on Harry's shoulder, arm strewn across his chest, breath coming in short pants. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around the still trembling blonde and kissed his silky hair. They lay together for several minutes in silence, until finally Harry spoke in a very affectionate whisper.

"Draco?" he asked gently, trying to look at him. There was no answer. "Draco?" He asked again, a little louder. Still no answer, and as Harry twisted to look down at Draco's face what he saw made his heart melt. Draco was fast asleep, snuggled into Harry's body, chest rising slowly and steadily. Harry grinned. Obviously, he had done a Very Good Job on one Draco Malfoy. Looking at him, Harry felt an odd mix of protectiveness, tenderness and possessiveness. He absently wondered at what point he had developed real feelings for the other wizard, but he was shaken out of his revere when he realized that Draco was shivering slightly.

Very carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping Slytherin, he pulled the blankets out from underneath them to cover them up. He leaned his cheek against Draco's hair, marveling as he always did at the silky smooth texture. He closed his eyes, intending to think some more, but the rhythmic breathing of Draco against his chest soon lulled him into a peaceful sleep.

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Harry woke a little while later to find himself on his side, facing Draco, who was watching him with a look of awe on his face.

"What?" he said sleepily, eyelashes flickering over hazy green eyes. Draco reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of Harry's face, not wanting anything to block his view of the legendary emerald orbs.

"Now listen up, Potter, because I'm only going to say this once. You are fucking amazing." Harry grinned drowsily.

"Fucking amazing, huh? Quite the compliment, considering I haven't even fucked you yet." Draco grinned back.

"Does that mean you plan to?" he asked cheekily, hoping for an affirmative answer. Harry didn't disappoint.

"Oh yes," he murmured, rolling on his back and stretching his arms in the air. "I plan on shagging you six ways to Sunday next chance I get."

"Is that so? Well, not if I shag you first," Draco said, rolling on top of Harry to pin him against the mattress.

"Oh, it's like that, is it?" Harry tried to sound put out, but was failing miserably as Draco was currently doing something very distracting to his ear with his tongue. Harry's blood was beginning to race again when they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

"Damn it, Draco, what the hell are you guys doing in there? Let me in, you utter prat, I have to do my homework." Blaise was unsuccessfully trying to break through Harry's locking charm. Draco sighed.

"I suppose we're going to have to let him in," he said regretfully. Harry nodded.

"As much as I don't want to go, I have homework as well. Not to mention I probably have some friends who have a whole lot of questions for me about a certain article," he said, giving Draco a half-exasperated, half-amused stare. Draco had the good grace to the sheepish. He rolled off Harry and the two climbed off the bed, throwing on their clothes. Harry pointed his wand at the door and muttered Finite Incantatem, and Blaise stumbled into the room, glaring daggers at the pair.

"Well, no need to ask what you two have been up to," he sniffed in an insulted tone. Then he took a better look at the pair - the two uncontested hottest guys in the school here in his bedroom, looking disheveled and ready for action. "Hey guys, I know it's a long shot, but if you ever wanted a third -

"NO, Blaise," Draco spat, throwing him an icy Malfoy death glare. He turned to Harry. "Come on, Harry, I'll walk you out." They walough the common room, ignoring the whistles and catcalls they were getting, Draco in particular. Harry just looked a little more mussed than usual, but Draco, whom none of his housemates had ever seen look anything other than perfect, looked completely debauched. His hair was a mess, his clothes were on crooked, and he had faint red marks all over his neck. Add this to the article everyone had just read and it was readily assumed by all that Draco had just had what could be termed a 'rollicking good time'.

They stood at the exit and were just about to say goodbye when Pansy called out, "So was it that good then, Draco?" Draco turned distrustfully.

"What are you on about, Parkinson?" he asked suspiciously.

"We all heard you." She grinned, gesturing around the common room. "We heard you screaming 'oh fuck, Harry!'" As the common room burst into giggles and snickers, Draco fought to keep his composure and turned to see how Potter was taking the news, expecting him to be a blushing wreck. To his surprise, Harry was smirking at him.

"Potter..." Draco narrowed his eyes, and Harry's smirk got bigger. He leaned in and whispered in Draco's ear.

"I didn't put a silencing charm on the door. I figured that would be payback for your little game with Oliver, although I still owe you for the article." When Draco just looked at him, speechless for a change, Harry grinned and leaned in to kiss him goodbye.

"Later, babe," he said, and with a wink, slipped out the door. Draco stared at the door after him, and then whirled around the face his housemates.

He glared at everyone in the common room as it became apparent most were trembling in suppressed hilarity. Finally, someone in the back moaned, "Oh Harry," and that was all it took. Everyone burst out laugnd giggling and doing impressions of Draco to various degrees.

Draco tried his one of his harsher icy Malfoy death glares (one usually reserved for optimists and small children), but to no avail. Finally he snapped, "Oh sod off, the lot of you," and turned and stomped off to his room amidst fresh peals of laughter.