Dragon Tamer

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Dragon Tamer

Chapter 15: Shagged Silly

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"Ten time a night, that's his average...wonder how ol' Malfoy handles that every night..."

"Crookshanks? Isn't that Granger's cat? Good God..."

"A leash and collar? On the Boy-Who-Lived? Wow, that is kinky..."

"Oh yes, they're into wicked role-playing, why I heard that Draco really likes acting like Harry's slave, probably has a guilty conscience, those rich kids are always so weird ..."

"Women's clothing?!? Are you serious? I knew Malfoy grew up sick and twisted, thanks to that Death Eater father of his, but I never expected this...

"Potter, Malfoy, and Professor Snape? Oh my God..."

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Draco groaned to himself from outside the Great Hall, where he could vaguely make out excited whispers and bits of gossip from the students inside. Even though he had already skipped breakfast (and hid in the very back of all his morning classes), the idea of foregoing lunch as well was suddenly oddly appealing.

He grudgingly admitted to himself that this really was entirely his fault. He's been the one to give that bloody fan club those fake details about Potter's sex life, and then he'd gone and confirmed them to his housemates. Top it off, last night's little speech to the fan club had seemed like fun and games at the time, but now everyone was talking about it and it was driving him mad. And then Potter had to go and cause that scene in the common room...

Draco kicked at the wall in frustration. Bloody Potter and his blasted revenge. That bastard should have been in Slytherin.

"What's a pretty guy like you doing all by his lonesome in a place like this?"

Speak of the devil.

"Damn it, Potter, get your hands off me. I am extremely angry with you and you will not be getting any sex from me for a very long time."

"Is that right?" Harry was completely undeterred. He had yet to tell Draco that his pouting, sulky face only made Harry want him more. He wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist, and tried to pull him close for a kiss, but Draco shoved him away unceremoniously.

"Fuck off."

"Really Draco, such language," Harry chided, a smirk playing on his lips and his eyes glinting mischievously. "It's really unbecoming on someone who looks as pretty in lace as you do."

Draco's mouth fell open in outrage. ""You...how can you....why, of all the bloody wankers..." he sputtered indignantly.

"Oh, stop acting all huffy. You deserve every bit of this and you bloody well know it. Now kiss me hello or I shall be forced to throw you on the floor and have my way with you. Don't think I won't do it."

In response Draco folded his arms over his chest and turned away from Harry in a huff. Harry raised an eyebrow at his back.

"I'm warning you, Draco."

Draco decided it was time to start walking away.

"Right, then. You asked for it."

And with that he tackled the blonde, locking his arms around his waist. He ignored Draco's protests and squirms and dragged him into a classroom, slamming the door shut behind him and casting a few locking and silencing charms on it. Then he turned to face his prey, who was standing at the front of the classroom, next to the teacher's desk, wearing an indignant expression and carrying on something dreadful.

"Harry James Potter, I refuse to let you manhandle me like this! I have a delicate complexion, and I bruise easily! Besides that, I already told you that I am extremely angry with you and under no circumstances will I be having sex with you anytime soon."

"Angry sex can be quite good, you know," Harry pointed out, and Draco shot him a full-strength icy Malfoy death glare.

"I am not having sex with you, angry or otherwise! You should learn to shut your mouth. The things you said last night! Women's clothing?? Women's clothing??? My entire house thinks I'm a complete freak right now!"

"You don't say." Harry was currently mulling over how damn sexy Malfoy was when his feathers were ruffled. Unnoticed by his ranting boyfriend, Harry had moved into predator mode and was waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

"And let's just get one thing perfectly clear here - I am not the submissive one in this relationship! That role is already filled by you, and let me just tell you -

Whatever else Draco had been about to say was lost as Harry suddenly grabbed his shirt in both hands and yanked Draco against his lips. The kiss was rough, needy, and extremely passionate as he crushed his mouth against the blonde's. Then, in one fluid motion he yanked Draco's cloak halfway off his shoulders, trapping Draco's arms behind his back, while simultaneously forcing the blonde backwards against the wall, pinning him tightly with his own body.

Despite himself, Draco moaned out loud. Harry flashed him a triumphant smirk, which of course irritated Draco to no end and made him determined to make his point, no matter how turned on he was.

"Damn it, Potter," he snarled, wriggling under his boyfriend, trying to break free. "I told you that I'm not having sex with you! Have you gone deaf or are you just completely daft?"

"Oh, I heard you alright," Harry whispered in his ear, licking the sensitive skin and enjoying the way it made the Slytherin shudder involuntarily. He let Draco struggle for a moment, keeping him securely pinned against the wall, bodies crushed together and Draco's arms trapped in the cloak and pinned by their body weight. Then he slowly began to remove Draco's tie.

Draco continued to sputter indignant phrases at Harry until he locked his lips back over Draco's, effectively silencing his protests. Harry kissed him roughly for a moment before drawing back.

"No more talking from you," he said dangerously, and Draco fell momentarily silent, though he was still glaring daggers at Harry. "We had a deal, remember?"

The blonde gave him an irritated look that clearly said, "What the fuck are you on about?" Harry merely licked a trail from his collarbone to his ear, resting his lips against the silken flesh again and whispering in a low, throaty voice that made Draco's blood race.

"I promised you the next time we had a go, I'd play rough. And I intend to." And with that he leaned back slightly and ripped open Draco's shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Draco gasped out loud. "See, right now, you are going to be the submissive one in this relationship," Harry purred into Draco's ear, grinding his hips into Draco's, making the blonde bite his lip to keep from crying out loud with pleasure. "And what's more, I'm going to make you like it."

Before Draco could protest Harry had whirled them around to the desk and shoved Draco down on his back onto it. Harry had somehow managed to pull Draco's shirt partway off his shoulders as well, so Draco now found his arms to be completely useless, trapped by his shirt and his cloak and pinned underneath him by the weight of the muscular body on top of his own. Harry was currently pinning him to the desk by straddling his groin, where it was abundantly obvious that despite his words, Draco was clearly enjoying this.

Damn stupid Potter and his stupid sexy body, Draco thought to himself. He cursed Harry for being so good at dominating him, and he really cursed himself for getting off on it. Damn being a Slytherin and having a slightly kinky side. Damn Gryffindors and their damn hero appeal. Damn everyone and everything...well, except that incredible thing that Potter was currently doing with his tongue.

Harry had locked his arms over Draco's biceps, holding the blonde's upper body securely in place. He was currently twirling his tongue over Draco's torso, nipping and sucking on the more sensitive areas. He felt Draco's resistance fading as the blonde's squirms to get away became squirms of quite a different flavor, and he smiled to himself. He slid up from Draco's groin onto his stomach, keeping the blonde trapped against the desk while freeing his hands. He slowly reached behind him and began to stroke Draco through his trousers.

Draco moaned out loud as all thoughts of fighting Harry any more slipped away like ashes in the wind. Now he was just desperate to feel that more of that maddening touch. Harry, sensing his desire, reached behind him and began unbuckling Draco's belt, then undoing his pants, all so maddeningly slowly that Draco had to bite his lip to keep from begging him to hurry up.

But it was all worth it when Harry's hand hit his bare skin. "Oh fuck," he gasped, body arching but held in place securely by Harry's legs and weight. Harry's touch was rather rough this time, but that suited Draco just fine. He didn't want to be teased any more - he wanted Harry, and he wanted him now.

"Harry," he moaned, and Harry felt that sound go straight to his groin as it always did - he could never get enough of Draco Malfoy moaning his name under him. He slid his body down until he was lying flat against Draco, stomach to stomach on the desk.

"What do you want, Draco?" Harry whispered against his ear, licking and nibbling on his neck. "Tell me what you want, love."

"I want you to fuck me," Draco gasped out, desperate for that next step. "Oh gods, please, fuck me."

Harry reached down and put his hand behind Draco's head, pulling him up for an intense, passionate kiss

"Fuck me who?" he demanded softly, against Draco's lips, and Draco shivered.

"Fuck me Harry!" And for the next few hours the two were lost to ecstasy as Harry did just that.

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About six hours later, on the floor of the classroom...

"Draco? Draco? Come on, love, wipe that goofy look off your face and let's go to dinner. I'm hungry."

"Hmmmm?" Draco continued to grin rather goofily, lifting his head off of Harry's chest to look straight into the Gryffindor's face. He cocked his head to one side. "You're so pretty," he said, patting Harry on the head.

Harry blinked a couple times. "Umm...thank you. Now come on, let's get dressed and get moving. I know we skipped all our afternoon classes, but we're not skipping dinner. Besides, you didn't have breakfast or lunch, so I'm sure you must be starving."

"Okay Harry," Draco replied in a singsong voice, standing up and picking up some of Harry's clothes. Before Harry could point out his mistake he was dressed and playing with his newly acquired Gryffindor tie. "Look, I'm a Gryffindor!" he positively giggled. Harry rolled his eyes.

"What on earth has gotten into you? Are you just completely fucked out?" he asked. "Give me my clothes back. Or at least my tie, I'm not wearing your Slytherin one."

"Nope. Can't make me," Draco replied, now putting on Harry's Gryffindor cloak. "Last one to the Great Hall is a flobberworm!" he called out and ran out the door, leaving an extremely puzzled Harry with no choice but to dress in Draco's clothes and go sprinting after him.

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Harry caught up with Draco just as he was entering the Great Hall.

"Draco, love, you really are acting a little funny, are you -

Draco cut him off. "Ooooh, look! Gryffindors!" He dashed over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring Harry's shout of "Draco! Come back!" behind him.

"Ron! Hermione! Ginny! Dean!" He shouted, throwing his arms around each of them in turn. Then he ran to the other side of the table and started up again with the hugs. "Neville! Seamus! Lavendar! Parvati! The Creevy brothers!" he crushed the last two together in a bear hug, and then proudly looked at the stunned group. "Look, I'm a Gryffindor!" he chirped, holding out his red and gold striped tie for everyone to see.

Before anyone could respond Harry grabbed him by the arms and looked at him worriedly. His pupils seemed outrageously small. "Draco, are you alright? Love, talk to me!"

Draco threw his arms around Harry's neck. "My boyfriend!" he cooed, nuzzling Harry in an Eskimo kiss. Then he sat down at the Gryffindor table, pulling Harry down with him.

Most of the Gryffindor table was watching the pair in open curiosity. No one had ever seen Draco act like this before. Ron was looking at them, aghast. "Harry, who is that, and what have you done with a snarky git called Draco Malfoy?" Hermione was also staring. After all, she'd just been bear hugged by someone who used to insult her on a semi-daily basis.

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione from over Draco's head, as he was currently latched around Harry's middle. "I don't know, he's been acting like this for the past several minutes. It's like he's on drugs or something." He dropped a hand onto Draco head and ran it absently through his hair. "I'm pretty worried. Should I take him to Madame Pomphrey?"

"Oooh, look! Potatoes!" Draco pulled away from Harry to grab the bowl of mashed potatoes and began flicking the contents at the Ravenclaw table. Harry grabbed his wrist.

"Draco, stop that!" he commanded, and Draco stuck his tongue out at him.

"Aww, you're no fun," he complained. "I'm going to talk to Neville instead." He turned to the round faced wizard on his right, who looked torn between alarm and amusement at Draco's behavior.

Hermione was looking back and forth between Harry and Draco with a look of dawning comprehension. "Harry, where have you two been all afternoon?" she asked suspiciously.

Harry held up his hands in his own defense. "We weren't drinking or anything, Hermione, I promise." Next to him, Draco squealed.

"Oooh, a toad! Can I pet it?" he asked eagerly, and Neville, oddly flattered, smiled and held Trevor out for Draco to pet.

Hermione watched for a moment, then turned back to Harry. "I didn't think you had been. But my question still stands - where have you been since lunch?"

Harry looked vaguely guilty. "Ummm...empty classroom," he mumbled, and Ron raised his eyebrows.

"You and Malfoy have been shagging for the past six hours?" he asked, a little too loudly as several heads turned away from watching Draco petting Trevor's head to listen to Ron, Hermione and Harry's conversation.

Harry cheeks turned slightly pink. "Ummm....maybe."

"The whole time?"

Harry was turning redder. "Maybe."

"What are you, an animal?"

"Ron!"

"Was it good?"

"HERMIONE!"

"Harry, I'm serious here! This could explain what's wrong with Draco!"

Harry was totally confused, but by the look of understanding and awe forming on Ron's face it was clear that he was getting it.

"Hermione, you're brilliant! Of course that's what's wrong with Malfoy. Harry's shagged him silly!"

There was a flash of whispers that coursed through the Gryffindor table as understanding seemed to shoot like a lightning bolt through every wizard present except for Harry. All of a sudden the entire table was staring at him instead of Draco, awe-struck looks on the faces of all the straight guys and blatantly lustful looks at Harry from everyone else.

Harry looked pointedly at Ron, who hastened to explain. "Okay, obviously this is one of those things that you don't know because you were raised by muggles but Hermione knows because she's read every book in the goddamn library twice."

"HEY!"

"Don't even try to deny that, Herm. Anyway, mate, the reason Malfoy's gone all funny is because you went and shagged the poor bloke silly."

Harry shook his head. "That's just an expression." Hermione looked at him with her know-it-all look.

"In the muggle world it's just an expression, Harry," she explained. "But in the wizarding world it can actually happen. It has something to do with extreme sexual pleasure releasing magic and that magic clouding up the head and making the person act completely out of character. But it's very, very rare. The sex has to be completely mind-blowing for that to happen," Hermione finished, giving Harry a look that was just a touch away from what could be considered appropriate between friends.

Harry wasn't sure whether to feel mortified, guilty or extremely smug.

"Harry, how come Neville has a pet and I don't?" Draco whined, turning back to Harry, now holding Trevor in one hand and still petting his head with the other. Harry looked at him affectionately, now understanding that yes, he was barking mad and yes, his pupils might be pinpoints, but it was because Harry had completely rocked his world.

"You can get a pet if you want one, baby," he cooed.

"Can I have a toad like Trevor?"

"Anything you want, love."

"Cool." Draco turned back to Neville and resumed their conversation, apparently unaware that everyone at the Gryffindor table was now giving him envious looks, because let's face it, not only was Draco shagging the drop-dead gorgeous Boy-Who-Lived, it was so good that he had been shagged to the point of silliness.

Harry turned back to Hermione. "So what you're saying is that the sex was so amazing that Draco's gone nutters on us, is that it?"

"Correct."

"And this is rare?"

"Correct."

"So I'm a stud."

"It would appear so."

"Very cool." Harry had decided that smugness was definitely the appropriate emotion in this case. Wait till Witch Weekly gets a hold of this. Then he got a little concerned for Draco's wellbeing. "How long will this last?"

Hermione shrugged. "It's like alcohol, really, so it should wear off in a couple hours. In the meantime, though, you probably want to keep an eye on him so he doesn't get hurt. You might even see if you can get a sleeping draught or a calming potion for him."

Harry went right back to being mortified at the thought of asking Professor Snape if he could have a calming potion for Draco because they had played hooky that afternoon to have mind-blowing sex that had left Draco funny in the head. He was shaken out of his thoughts when Draco pulled out his wand.

"Wait, Draco, what are you doing?" Harry asked, not sure magic was such a good idea at this point. Draco gave him a look.

"You said I could have a pet," he said crossly. And with that he pointed his wand at his fork and shouted, "Cuniculus!"

And there, on the Gryffindor table where Draco's fork had been now sat the softest, fluffiest, and downright most adorable brown and white lop-eared bunny rabbit anyone had ever seen.

Every girl at the table 'awww'ed simulatenously while Draco squealed, "He's perfect!"

Harry was fighting back a grin that the big, bad Slytheirn Prince of Darkness had transfigured himself a fluffy little bunny rabbit for a pet. He wasn't the only one. Ron, Dean and Seamus were chocking into their hands and even Neville was grinning madly.

Draco didn't care at all though. He scooped up the bunny into his arms and turned to Harry. "Look at him, Harry! Isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen?" Harry lost the battle to keep a straight face and was now working on not laughing out loud.

"Um, yes, he is. What are you going to call him?"

Draco looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why, Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third, of course."

"The Third? Don't you mean the Second?" Ron asked, valiantly trying not to laugh. Draco gave him a haughty look.

"I know what I meant. There happens to already be a Draco Lucius Malfoy the Second."

"Is that right? Who?"

"My teddy-bear."

Well, that did it. The Gryffindors burst out laughing, and Draco looked completely indignant.

"Why are you laughing at me? Harry? What's going on?" Harry couldn't even answer him as he was laughing too hard. Draco pouted. "Well, fine. Be that way. I'm going over to the Slytherin table to introduce Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third to Pansy and Blaise." And he marched off.

"Wait...Draco...no..." Harry was desperately trying to get his breath, but he was too late. Draco had reached the Slytherin table and was holding his bunny out proudly for everyone to see. Harry could see that the Slytherins, who were still suspicious that Draco wore women's underwear, were not even attempting to hold in their laughter as Draco introduced them to his new pet.

Harry got there to find Draco looking very crossly at Pansy and Blaise, who were laughing so hard they were leaning on each other for support.

"Oh my God, Draco has a pet bunny! A bunny! I think I'm going to die." Blaise took another at Draco and burst out laughing again.

"For Merlin's sake, what's wrong with a bunny? I think he's cute," Draco said, looking very put out. Pansy looked up at him.

"Wait...until...your father....finds out," she wheezed through her laughter. Draco appeared to be getting angry, so Harry stepped in.

"Come on, love, let's go back to the Gryffindor table," he said soothingly, but Draco was very upset.

"Harry, you think Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third is cute, right?" he said, lower lip tugged out, eyebrows furrowed, big grey eyes looking worried and uncertain. Harry bit back another grin.

"Of course I do," he said in a pacifying tone of voice. "But not as cute as you, of course," he couldn't resist adding, ruffling Draco's hair.

Draco positively beamed at him. "I am cute, aren't I?" Blaise looked between the two of them, a suspicious look on his face.

"Potter, what did you do to Draco? He never lets anyone call him cute," he said distrustfully. Harry opened his mouth to come up with an excuse when a cheerful Irish accent cut him off.

"Seems our Harry here shagged your little friend silly." Seamus had joined the group.

Blaise and Pansy were duly impressed. "Is that true, Potter?" Pansy asked, and Harry felt his cheeks heating up again.

"Apparently," he said, looking rather flustered. "Look, I didn't even know this was possible, and I certainly wasn't trying to make Draco go off the deep end, but Hermione assures me it's only temporary and -

"Damn you Draco, you lucky, lucky bastard." Blaise cut Harry off, looking at the wizard who was currently nuzzling his rabbit and cooing at it. "This is so unfair."

"Draco, love, go back to the Gryffindor table, alright? I'll be right there," Harry said in what he hoped was an encouraging voice. Did the trick, it seemed, because Draco headed back without protest, now staring happily at the enchanting ceiling. Harry turned back to Seamus and the Slytherins. "Look, don't mention this to anyone, okay? I'm going to take Draco up to my room and try to sort him out a bit, or at least get him to take a nap or something."

"You might want to get on that, Harry, he's going to be a right handful until this wears off," Seamus said helpfully, sliding into the seat across from Blaise.

"Thanks," Harry replied, and headed back over to the Gryffindor table, hoping he could help Draco save whatever was left of his dignity. Half-way there, however, Harry's sharp ears heard Draco sniffling and he ran the rest of the way to see what the problem was.

He found Draco was clutching his rabbit tightly to his chest, tears running down his cheeks and glaring at Ron. Upon seeing Harry he threw himself into his arms.

"Harry!" the blonde wailed, burying his face in Harry's chest. Harry put his arms protectively around his crazy boyfriend and looked at his friends. At Ron's obviously guilty face his eyes narrowed.

"Ron, what did you do to him?" Harry asked suspiciously, and Ron looked sheepish.

"I didn't mean to upset him, I was trying to help!" he said, looking worriedly at Draco.

Draco looked up and sniffed. "He said...he said....he said he was going to turn Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third into a fork!" he howled, burying his face back in Harry's neck.

"RON!" Harry admonished, tightening his grip around the blonde. "How could you?"

"Look, I just offered to turn the rabbit back into a fork for him, that's all! I didn't know he'd be so upset!" Ron tried to explain, but Harry and Hermione continued to glare at him

"Ron, he's very fragile right now, and he doesn't need you being all insensitive about his new pet!" Hermione scolded, and Ron looked highly embarrassed. Harry looked at Draco worriedly.

"Look, I really need to get him out of here. Meet me up in Gryffindor tower after a bit, alright? And bring some food, would you?" Ron and Hermione nodded. He stood up to guide Draco out of the hall, but the blonde had other ideas and took off running towards the staff table at the front of the hall.

"Draco, you fruitcake, come back! Draco -

Harry was cut off by a cry of "Sonorous!"

"Can everyone hear me?" Draco shouted, standing in front of the staff table where everyone could see him, his voice echoing loudly through the Great Hall, suddenly all smiles again. Harry felt his heart drop.

"Oh God, no," he whispered, horrified. The staff was watching curiously, as was the whole Hall.

"Good! Now, has everyone seen my new pet bunny? His name is Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third, and he's absolutely perfect and I absolutely love hiim!" The Great Hall was beginning to titter slightly.

"Actually, there's only one person I love more than this bunny - well, besides my mum and dad of course - and that's my boyfriend, Harry Potter! I love you Harry!" Despite the fact that Draco's elevator was no longer going all the way to the top, Harry was very touched. Obviously, his boyfriend had a much sweeter side to him than anyone had guessed.

"Potter, what did you do to him?" Snape hissed at Harry, but unfortunately for him, Draco decided to answer.

"Why, Severus, didn't you hear?" he asked, voice echoing through the room. Harry closed his eyes and prayed, but it was no use. "Harry and I had wild crazy sex for hours this afternoon, and apparently he's shagged me silly! Isn't that great?"

Silence for a moment, and then chaos erupted. Heated whispers were heard at every table, and when Harry ventured a glance at the staff table, he saw McGonagall looking very red, Flitwick looking rather white, Snape looking very green, and Dumbledore looking tickled pink.

Over the noise, however, Draco's magnified voice could be heard. "Harry, I want you to know how much I love you, so this song is dedicated to you." He ran over and handed Draco Lucius Malfoy the Third to Harry, and then shouted "Cantus!" A horrifyingly familiar 80s pop song began to float through the Great Hall. Draco grabbed his wand like a mike and began to sing.

I made it through the wilderness

Somehow I made it through

Didn't know how lost I was

Until I found you

Oh. Sweet. Merlin. How the bleeding hell did Draco know all the words to a Madonna song?

I was beat, incomplete

I'd been had, I was sad and blue

But you made me feel

Yeah, you made me feel

Shiny and new

Was Draco dancing? And dancing well? And were people cheering?

Like a virgin (hey!)

Touched for the very first time

Like a virgin

When your heart beats, next to mine

Pandemonium had broken out over the Great Hall as Draco belted out the lyrics to Madonna's "Like a Virgin." Students had decided that even though Draco was usually a complete prat and currently barking mad it didn't change the fact that he was sexy as all get out and a very talented singer. Cries of Malfoy, I love you! and Draco, you sexy thing! began to fill the air.

You're so fine, and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah you make me bold

Oh, you love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

Like a virgin...

Harry, like the entire Hogwarts staff, appeared to be rooted to the spot. The other students, however, were apparently having a riotous good time, because their frenzied cries were growing. It was like being in a concert.

You're so fine, and you're mine

I'll be yours 'ill the end of time

"Work it baby!"

"Take me now!"

"I'm yours, Draco, all yours!"

'Cause you make me feel

Yeah, you make me feel

I've nothing to hide

Like a virgin...

Finally, as the song finished and tumultuous applause thundered through the hall, Draco ran over and threw himself into Harry's arms. Harry took that as his cue to drag his boyfriend and his bunny out of the hysteria of the Great Hall and up to the sanctuary of Gryffindor tower.

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