Whimper

Draco chewed his bottom lip nervously as he looked at his dark haired beau from underneath his dirty blond fringe. Harry crossed his arms and stared at him, poker faced.

“You sure it won’t hurt?” Draco curled a strand of hair around his pinkie and tugged at it absent mindedly.

Harry nodded. “Of course. Trust me.”

“Very very sure?” Draco’s voice trembled.

“Yeah.”

“200 percent sure?”

Harry exploded. “Yes! Are you deaf of something?” He rapped his knuckles on the blond’s forehead. “Stop being such a whiner. It won’t hurt at all. Trust me.”

Draco pouted and looked at him doubtfully. He hunched his shoulders and averted his eyes – a picture of misery. Harry sighed and relented. He gripped Draco’s chin lightly and tilted his face up. He leaned closer and pressed their foreheads together.

“Okay, maybe just a bit.” He smacked his lips, as Draco whimpered softly. “I promise to be gentle, okay.” He patted Draco’s cheek affectionately. Draco gazed at him anxiously, his eyes shimmering with a strange light.

“Promise?” he said wretchedly.

Harry fiddled with his glasses and counted up to twenty slowly. “Cross my heart and yadda yadda. I promise.” Draco could be so dense sometimes.

“Promise it really won’t hurt?” Draco positively whined.

Harry threw up his hands and started to pull his hair out in exasperation. “Are you trying reverse psychology here, Draco?” he shouted. “Do you want me to or not? Fine. If you want pain, I’ll give you pain. Just say it, you perverted masochist!”

A hard slap cut him mid-rant. Draco eyes went wide and he twisted his shirt miserably.

“Oww, now that hurts.” Harry rubbed his jaw and glowered at his beau.

“M’sorry!” Draco stammered, looking horrified. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

Harry sighed. The blond must be going through one of his rare vulnerable moods, which in Harry’s opinion was more tiresome than handling the bossy Hermione during her PMS mood swings. He captured Draco’s hands and held them tight. He decided it was time to be blunt and tell the blond what’s what.

“It’s okay. You are nervous … that’s natural.”

Draco was flummoxed by this remark.

“Okay, just lie back and stay still,” Harry said casually as he cracked his knuckles. They made a satisfying popping sound.

He studied Draco intently, wondering if he was about to make some ghastly mistake. He told himself for the hundredth time that Draco was the one who broached the matter to him. This was harder than he thought. He reminded himself grimly that he had dealt with more difficult and awkward situations in the past – giving Quirrell the primitive but fatal facial as they battled for the Philosopher’s Stone, skewering the enraged Basilisk while the deranged Tom Riddle rooted on, and flying on Buckbeak the somewhat psychotic hippogriff.

Harry steeled his resolve; this should be easy by comparison, as long as he kept Draco’s wand out of reach. He couldn’t trust the blond from changing his mind halfway and hexing him to his premature doom. Draco was an extremely wand happy twerp with an arsenal of curses and hexes under his belt. “Get ready,” he instructed, as domineering as he could muster.

Draco nodded and screwed up his face, mentally preparing himself for the first stab of pain. He gripped Harry’s arms tightly.

“ARRRRGGHHH!!” he hollered, eyes snapping wide open. “Bloody hell, that HURTS!”

“Shush! Stay still,” Harry scolded, pressing his leg down.

Draco hollered again. Harry tch-ed in irritation and clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling his yells.

“Shut up. You’ll have the whole Slytherin house running in here thinking someone’s being murdered.”

The blond stopped trashing and stared at him. Harry tossed him a pillow, hitting him squarely in the face. Draco looked at it, perplexed.

“Bite that.” Harry could be so commanding sometimes.

Draco nodded meekly and bit into the pillow as another wave of pain hit him. His leg twitched spasmodically. “Harry … it hurts,” he whined, his face shiny and bloodless. “Do something!”

Harry scratched his head thoughtfully. “Well … I can knock you out with a minor Stunning spell and spare you the pain if you want.”

“Er … um, no thanks,” Draco dithered. Harry raised his brow and stifled a snigger. Draco scowled, “Okay, get on with it then. Just take it slow, okay?”

An evil grin split Harry’s face. Any wider and his head would fall off, Draco thought miserably.

“Nope.” The brunet was positively crowing. “It’s best to do it fast and furious.”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “You are really enjoying this aren’t you?” he hissed.

Harry chuckled, “As you keep telling others, Draco love, pain is pleasure. Remember?”

“Bastard. I hate yaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!! ”

Draco’s foot slammed into Harry’s shoulder and sent him reeling.

Silence.

Intense heavy breathing. Green eyes glaring into grey.

“Draco.” Harry massaged his temples slowly. “I really can’t do this if you keep screaming and kicking like that. It’s bloody unnerving.”

“But it hurts, you nasty little bugger,” Draco grumbled, gripping the pillow tightly. He’s beginning to doubt if this was a good idea after all.

Harry glared at him and lighted a cigarette. He slapped Draco’s hand away as the blond reached for the cigarette. “No smokes for you until we finish what we started. Anyway,” he squinted at the supine youth through a veil of smoke. “Didn’t your mother tell you not to smoke in bed?”

“Fuck you, you corrupt — ” His protest was cut short as Harry clamped his mouth over his and pinned him down on the bed. “Mmmmfffftttttt! Mmmmmffftt! Mmm-mmmm …” Draco went limp like a rag doll. Harry raised himself on all fours and flicked the cigarette stub carelessly on the floor.

“Right then,” he sighed, as he slid his wand under the pillows. A minor Stunning spell worked wonders in an emergency. Anyway, he couldn’t risk Draco kicking a ruckus while he got the job done. And Harry was hell-bent on finishing what he started – with or without the blond’s cooperation.

Twenty exhaustive minutes later he pulled back and wiped the sweat off his brows. Darn, that was trickier than he thought. He patted Draco’s face gently. “Wake up. Wake up.”

Draco eyes fluttered open. He looked down at his body and sighed. “You stunned me, didn’t you?”

“Oh hell, yes,” said Harry cheerfully, “I had to. Sorry love, but you weren’t helping much.” He chuckled again. Draco felt like strangling him. What’s so bloody funny, he wondered?

And then Harry was pulling him into the circle of his arms and nuzzling his face affectionately. Draco growled and elbowed him in the stomach. Harry guffawed and tickled his armpits enthusiastically. Draco giggled breathlessly and squashed his face into Harry’s neck.

“Well, next time when you decide to use the Mega-Super-Unstuckable-Plaster curse on someone, you should find the counter curse. You really did bring this upon yourself, you know that?” Draco wriggled as Harry nibbled his earlobe lightly.

“How would I know that idiot Blaise knew an effective blocking and mirroring spell?” He slid lower and pressed his face into Harry’s chest. “He plastered me, Harry. He plastered me! Aren’t you going to avenge me?”

Harry nodded sagely and gave him a lopsided grin. “Consider it done. One pound of laxative in his evening pumpkin juice, how about that?” Draco purred happily as Harry stroked his naked thigh. “Look on the bright side, you don’t have to shave your legs for weeks. I think I ripped all the hair out when I pulled the plasters off.”

He waved the clump of magical-plaster-and-leg-hair mess under Draco’s nose. It stuck to the tip of Draco’s pointy nose. “Uh oh. Too bad he missed your bikini line.”

“Harry Potter!” Draco gasped, scandalised. He went a deep shade of pink and shoved the brunet playfully. Harry chuckled as he gripped Draco by his upper arms and pressed him into the pillows.

“Now then, how about giving me a proper thank you for all my hard work?” Harry murmured suggestively as he slithered over him. Draco ducked his head and dodged his beau coyly. Harry chortled and gripped his chin and kissed him none too chastely.

“And if I refuse?” Draco whispered, between salacious kisses.

Harry pulled back and bit his lip thoughtfully. “Hmmm … I just happen to know this nifty little obedience charm.” He smirked impishly.

Their eyes locked onto each other, identical rascally grins splitting their faces. Draco broke into peals of laughter and cuffed him on the head. “Don’t you dare, you corrupt wizard. Obedience charm indeed …,”

His laughter became muffled, and then turned into drawn out whimpers.

Then there was nothing but the rhythmic creaking of the bedstead.

~ Finis ~

Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. - Anonymous

© Zed Adams 2003 ~ ANALogy & TOPology

Completed: Thursday, 29 May 2003; 12:30 AM