All's Fair

Chapter Ten

"Draco, how're you doing?" asked Harry companionably.

The blond in question glared. "I am sore," he started.

Harry sniggled.

"It's not funny!"

"I beg to differ."

"Alright!" yelled Draco. "Next time you try growing a tail. It hurts! And it makes Quidditch a very uncomfortable experience!"

Harry could not help roaring with laughter. He was therefore completely taken by surprise when Draco leapt forward and smacked him very hard on the bottom.

"What was that for?" he yelped, rubbing the injured area.

"Stings, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

"Good! Well to give you some idea, I will be doing that every couple of hours for the next day, maybe two. Because that is what you did to me!"

Harry froze for a moment, then grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Draco.

"Does that mean that you'll be visiting me in the dorms at night?"

"Wh-"

"Because sometimes when I'm in bed, I do feel like a good spanking. Among other things..." said Harry slyly with a suggestive wink.

"Stop that now! I'm doing this as your punishment, not so you can get off on some kinky domination thing."

"Hey, I thought that Slytherins were meant to be kinky. I'm sure you'd really enjoy it."

"S- wh- Harry!" Draco spluttered.

"What?"

"J- wh- h-"

"Oh honestly, Draco. Unless you're willing to make this conversation worth my time," Harry paused significantly, "I'm going to breakfast."

Harry gave Draco one last sly smile, and then practically bounced down to the Great Hall.

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"Why so flustered, Draco?" asked Pansy, absently patting down her hair.

The girl's blonde locks, although no longer looking like petals, still made the occasional attempt to retain the flower shape that they had decided they rather liked.

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Draco," said Blaise, "With you, it's never nothing."

Draco looked at his friends for a moment, and then decided that he may as well tell them. After all, it would just save them the trouble of finding out themselves, which they inevitably would.

"I, er, think I may have volunteered to give Potter a regular spanking."

Pansy stopped fiddling with her hair. Blaise's eyes widened. Suddenly, they both let out loud whoops of joy, and began, to Draco's dismay, a loud round of applause.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"Oh Draco, that is brilliant! How did you manage it?"

"I told him that his recent escapade needed punishing for," he began.

Blaise's grin widened, and Pansy began to giggle as Draco finished the story with an, "I mean seriously, I wasn't aware that Gryffindors even got kinky!"

"Remember, Draco, that Potter could have been in Slytherin."

"And," added Blaise, "that Lavender girl. Whoa, now she-"

Blaise was cut off as an unfamiliar owl landed on the Slytherin table next to his hand, carrying a strangely shaped package. He examined it.

"It's for you," he finally said, detaching the package and handing it to Draco.

Warily, Draco prodded the package. It remained still. He cast a detection spell, which revealed no curses or suchlike.

"Go on, open it," urged Pansy.

Draco hesitated for a moment, then ripped open the package.

Seconds later, he was desperately trying to hide his newly gifted leather whip under the table, away from the prying eyes of his very interested housemates.

Blaise, who had seen exactly what Draco had just received, was smiling widely. Pansy, however, was far more interested in the note that had fluttered onto the tabletop.

"I wasn't joking, you know," she read. "See you later."

By this point, Draco had completely lost his cool composure, and was sporting a blush that could rival Ron's. He glanced over at the Gryffindor table, immediately meeting Harry's eye.

The boy winked at him.

Pansy caught his line of sight and nudged him. "So, what're you going to wear tonight?"

"Wear tonight?"

"Yeah. I suggest leather. You do have leather, don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't think I'm going to go."

"Why the hell not?" demanded Pansy.

"Well, for a start, I don't know the password to Gryffindor Tower..."

Blaise patted him on the shoulder. "Not a problem, mate."

"And if I get in, someone's bound to stop me as soon as I reach the common room."

"That's why you're not going to go through the common room."

"So...?"

"Draco," Pansy chimed in, "remember that time last year when we bewitched those stones to constantly bounce against the Gryffindor boys' dorm windows?"

"Ah, yes," grinned Draco. "Good times."

"Yeah," agreed Blaise. "Anyway, it's a rather warm day, and I expect a very mild evening."

"Not like you to notice the weather."

"Nice weather," continued Blaise, "for a broomstick flight, don't you think?"

"No way. I am not flying up to Gryffindor Tower in leather carrying a whip."

"Draco," Pansy said sweetly, "let me tell you now that you most certainly are."

Draco glared at his friends. "Why are you pushing this so hard, anyway?"

"Now that brings us onto some other tasks that we would like completed tonight."

"After all, since you are already going to be in the tower, it would be foolish to waste this sterling opportunity."

"Opportunity?" asked Draco incredulously.

"Picture this," said Pansy, waving her hands around in the air to back up her statement. "You go to the tower, give Harry a very good spanking -or whatever it is that you want- and on your way out, just happen to accidentally pour a potion into the dorm's jug of water."

"A potion?"

"Yes. A potion."

"But doesn't that mean that everyone will get some of it?"

"Er, Pansy?" asked Blaise. "What if Harry and Ron don't get thirsty?"

"Well you could do a thirst spell, couldn't you?"

"There's a thirst spell?"

"Must be one somewhere. Anyway, don't you want to know the idea I had for the potion?"

A sly smile spread across Blaise's face as Pansy unveiled her plan.

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In the early hours of the morning, Draco mounted his broom, checked that he had everything that he needed, and took off from the grounds. He flew slowly up to the large bay window that led to Harry's dormitory.

It was wide open, as usual. Trusting Gryffindors, not expecting night-time intruders now that the War was over.

Rather convenient, though.

Draco drew level with the window, then carefully stepped through. As his foot sank into the soft cushions on the window seat, he heard a gasp from somewhere near his waist.

He looked down to see two startled green eyes sparkling up at him.

"You came!" whispered a very shocked Harry Potter.

"But of course," replied Draco. "After all, you've been a very bad boy."

Harry snickered, then took Draco by the hand and let him quietly to his bed. They drew the curtains, and Harry made some light as Draco muttered a silencing spell.

"I'm still amazed you turned up," commented Harry after a moment.

"Why? I'd never miss out on an opportunity like this."

"Yeah, but you also had to come to Gryffindor Tower to do it."

"Hmm," said Draco. "Well, if I forget for the moment about how difficult it will be to scrub the dirt off my leather, then I could say that it's rather exciting."

Harry froze. "Leather?"

With a smirk, Draco stretched leisurely, then stood up on the bed. He shimmied slowly around, giving Harry a clear view of exactly how tightly his trousers clung to his behind. Draco knew that he looked good, and was certainly not going to waste this opportunity.

The Boy Who Thought That He Might Actually Die Of Happiness swallowed once, and finally managed to gasp, "Wow."

"I know," grinned Draco.

"How did you get into them?"

"Magic."

Harry frowned, then realised that Draco meant that he actually had used magic.

"And, uh..." he trailed off.

"Yes?"

Harry blushed. "How do you get out of them?"

Draco scratched his head. "I'm not actually sure."

"So, er, you don't think that will be happening any time soon, then?"

Draco snickered. "But Harry, you're being punished. I rather think that me getting naked would defeat the purpose."

"Oh."

"Well come here, then."

Harry smiled, then crawled across the bed towards Draco. The blond noticed that all that the boy was wearing was a pair of boxers. As he had been in the Care of Magical Creatures lesson, Draco was certainly very appreciative of this.

Draco licked his dry lips. "Lie down," he croaked. As Harry obliged, he uncoiled the whip that had been tied around his waist.

"You liked my present, I assume?" asked the Gryffindor, turning his head so that he could see what Draco was doing.

"Oh yes, most definitely. Now less talking, more punishing!"

A few minutes later, Draco threw the whip aside. "Had enough, Harry?"

The darker boy pushed himself up on the bed, his cheeks flushed. He sat and- "Ow."

"What?"

Harry looked at Draco accusingly. "It hurts."

"No shit, Sherlock."

Harry tilted his head to the side in a rather adorable, puppy-like way. Not that Draco liked puppies. "You know about Sherlock Holmes?" he asked.

"Well, no, but the Ravenclaws say it a lot. Does it make me sound clever?"

Harry grinned. "It just doesn't work for you. Anyway, back to my pain."

"Hey, you asked for it."

"Wh- b- Can you at least kiss it better?"

Draco debated this for a moment.

On one had, he would just love to kiss the offended area better.

On the other, he knew that there was precious little room in his leather pants, and that he had no chance of taking them off, so all it would really cause him was a lot of frustration.

"Punishment, Harry. No kissing better," said Draco, waggling a finger at him.

Harry pouted cutely. Draco melted. "Pleeeease?"

"Oh come here."

Draco pulled Harry into his arms. The raven-haired boy buried his face in Draco's shoulder.

"You smell of leather."

"No sh- Harry, I'm wearing a leather jacket," pointed out Draco.

"Mmm," murmured Harry, and Draco realised that he was falling asleep.

Draco gently eased the boy out of his arms, and opened the covers of his bed to tuck him in, and was very tempted to just curl up beside him, but knew that he had another task.

With a last look the sleeping youth, Draco opened the curtains of the bed and slipped out. He pulled a tiny vial of potion from an invisible pocket in his jacket, and poured it into the jug of water that he found near Ron's bed.

In the dim light from his wand, Draco watched the potion swirl slowly into the water, and eventually vanish. With a heavy heart, he made his way to the window.

He had no problem with giving the potion to Ron. He really could not have cared less about the boy. But... he did not want Harry to take the potion. Not really, game or none. And after what happened last time...

Draco mounted his broom. From his position, he sighed, then muttered the thirst spell twice.

Turning, he pushed away on his broom as two beams of light shot across the sleeping room.