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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Severus_Snape
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Slash_sex, Sexual_Content, Voyeurism, Humor, Parody,
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Romance
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      HPFandom
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      Published: 2008-12-22 Words: 2679
****** A Most Delightful Detention ******
by potion_lady [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry and Draco are assigned lines for detention. What happens when
     Draco uses some very interesting ink?
Notes
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Beta(s): SoftlySweetly
A/N: Written for the hd_inspired fest on LJ. Also counts toward my
mission_insane Kinks table, using prompt #6 – Voyeurism.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned
by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
 
Draco looked up with a glare when he felt eyes on him, again. "Potter," he
drawled snidely, "I had no idea you were even aware of where the library is
located."
"Fuck you, Malfoy," was the Golden Boy's witty response, and Draco sneered at
the usual thoughtless come-back.
"You've been following me all bloody year, Scarhead. Haven't got anything
better to do? Or maybe you just like what you see."
Potter immediately turned the colour of a ripe tomato and pulled his wand. "You
fucking pervert!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Draco and firing a Jelly
Legs Jinx.
Draco countered with a Tickling Charm and smirked, "Methinks he doth protest
too much."
"Take that back, Malfoy!" Potter shouted before crying out, "Expelliarmus!"
That spell was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, and the hexes
began flying thick and heavy as the two Seventh Years duelled, knocking books
from shelves, upending tables, and sending Madame Pince and the handful of
students in the library scurrying in terror for the door. The boys duelled for
several minutes, their curses getting progressively more dangerous and risky,
before a very familiar voice snarled from the doorway, "Expelliarmus!" and
their wands flew from their hands, slapping into the palm of a visibly irate
Professor Snape. "Madame Pince has just had to pull me from a very delicate
brew that is needed in the Infirmary. What is the meaning of this?" Snape
growled menacingly, glaring first at Draco and then Harry.
"Potter started it!" Draco quickly responded.
"That's not true, you ferret! You accused me of being a bloody pervert!"
"No, merely a poof," Draco mocked.
"Enough!" Snape shouted. Handing the boys' wands to Madam Pince, who had come
back into the room with the Potions Master, he continued, "You will immediately
repair the damage you've done to the library, without magic. Twenty points from
each of your Houses – yes, even Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy – and you will have
detention for the next three nights with me at eight o'clock. Now start
cleaning!"
Completely cowed, the two boys began shuffling to opposite sides of the room,
slowly putting the library to rights.
                                 ~~~~~**~~~~~
Miraculously, Harry was the first to arrive that evening for detention. He
slouched sullenly into the room and set his bag on the floor with a noisy sigh.
Snape looked up from the essays he was grading and levelled a glare at the boy.
"There will be none of your cheek, Potter. What you and Mr. Malfoy did to the
library was destructive and immature, and you know that this detention is far
less than you deserve."
Flushing slightly at the reprimand, Harry sat down far more quietly than he
entered the room, a muttered, "Yes, Sir," his only response.
Several minutes later a smirking Draco sauntered in, stopping short when he saw
Snape's cold glare and raised eyebrow settled on him. "How nice of you to join
us, Mr. Malfoy."
Taken aback, Draco could only reply, "Yes, Sir."
"Have a seat next to Potter. You will both be writing lines."
"Lines?" Draco exclaimed. "But Professor, Potter started it!"
"And you chose to finish it, no? Sit down, Draco," Snape snarled.
Frustrated, Draco sat, pulling out parchment, quills, and ink as Snape wrote a
lengthy phrase on the chalkboard. Glancing to his left, he saw Potter retrieve
his own supplies from his bag and huff angrily a moment later. "Professor," the
brunette said, "I've forgotten my ink. Can I go and get some?"
"No, Potter, you may not. You may, however, share Mr. Malfoy's for the evening.
I'm certain he has more than one bottle of ink in that voluminous bag."
Both boys sighed at the statement and grumbled quietly, "Yes, Sir."
Finished writing, Snape turned toward the two seventh years, sighing when he
spotted the pair glaring at each other yet again. Perhaps this joint detention
would be the push necessary for the boys to stop trying to beat each other
bloody when everyone else in the castle was aware it was in fact a mutual
attraction that kept them fighting. If I leave the room for an instant they'll
either destroy my classroom or tear each other's clothes off, he thought
snidely, and resolved to put his theory to the test. Aloud he said, "You will
write the phrase on the board 200 times."
"The library is a place of calm; a place to study and learn, and to research
and grow. It is not meant to be a duelling platform, and I will endeavour to
treat the library with the respect it deserves. Furthermore, I will not duel
with my fellow classmates, nor will I antagonize my peers," Draco read
incredulously. "You want us to write that 200 times? That'll take hours,
Professor!"
"It very well may, Mr. Malfoy, so it would behove you to begin with alacrity.
After all, the sooner you begin, the sooner you will be out of my sight," Snape
replied angrily.
Knowing he'd pushed his Head of House to the breaking point, Draco silently
fished out a second bottle of ink and handed it to Potter, then turned his eyes
to his parchment and began to write.
                                 ~~~~~**~~~~~
For some time the only sound in the room was the sound of quills scratching on
parchment. Glancing up from his grading, Snape smirked in satisfaction at
seeing the two boys sitting side-by-side and not attempting to throttle one
another or glare each other into submission. Unlike Draco and Potter, he had
not been unaware of the sidelong glances they kept throwing at each other, and
decided now would be a good time to leave the room and test his theory.
Standing, the action caught the attention of the chastised young men, and he
said with a glare, "I have a brew in the other room I must check on. I trust
that you know exactly what will happen should you deviate from your
punishment." Receiving a sullen nod from Potter and a quiet, Yes, Sir, from
Draco, Severus headed toward his private laboratory. Opening the door, he
stepped inside and cast a Disillusionment charm, stepping back out and clicking
the door closed, as though he had entered the office.
As soon as Snape was seemingly out of the room, the door closing behind him,
Draco took advantage of the situation and dove into his bag, muttering to an
uneasy Potter who was edging a hand toward his wand, "Oh, calm down. I just
need more ink." Finding the bottle he was searching for, Draco sat up
triumphantly and broke the seal on the cap. Immediately upon opening the vial,
the scent of blackcurrant permeated the air.
"Scented ink?" Harry questioned with a sneer.
"Oh, it's much more than that, Scarhead," Draco replied, dipping his quill into
the pot and letting the ink drip onto his palm. Licking the fluid from his
flesh lewdly, he continued with a grin, "It's edible."
Harry's eyebrows shot up toward his hairline and he gulped, eyes wide, at the
sight of Malfoy sucking ink off his hand. Clearing his throat to rid himself of
the ball of nervous anticipation suddenly choking him, he stuttered, "D-does it
taste as good as it smells?"
A wicked gleam shone in Draco's eyes as he recognized the desire in Potter's
voice. Dipping a finger in the pot of murky fluid, he ran the ink-coated digit
over his lips before sucking his finger into his mouth. Pulling it out with a
pop, he smirked, "Would you like to find out?"
There was definitely something to be said for Gryffindor bravery, Draco thought
idly, as Harry lunged forward and pressed his lips awkwardly to Draco's. A
tentative tongue swiped at the ink on his bottom lip, and Draco granted it
entrance to his mouth with a greedy hum.
Tearing his mouth away from Harry's, Draco said breathlessly, "For someone who
was protesting his sexuality just earlier today, you certainly seem to know
what you're doing."
"Just because I don't want it spread throughout the castle like wildfire
doesn't mean you weren't right," Harry countered before silencing Draco with
another kiss.
Snape was transfixed by the sight of Potter and Draco hungrily kissing and
attempting to crawl into one another's skin. He couldn't deny that the pair
looked good together, pale and dark contrasting beautifully. Both boys had a
lean, waifish quality that was exactly what Snape preferred in a bed partner,
and he was therefore unsurprised as his cock hardened at the sight before him.
Pulling away from Draco's mouth with a gasp, Harry dipped his own finger in the
pot of ink and drew a line down Draco's neck, leaning in to lick the pale
column of flesh clean and adding a lurid mark of his own. Noticing a bit of ink
had splashed onto Draco's collar, Harry said with a smirk, "Oops, there's a
stain on your shirt, I guess it'll have to come off," as his fingers busily
worked at the buttons on the crisp white fabric.
Sniggering softly, Draco continued the game with a nonchalant, "Anxious to get
me naked, Potter?"
"You don't seem to be against the idea, Malfoy. In fact, it seems you'd like me
to be just as naked as you're going to be," Harry taunted lightly.
"Mm, I'm just curious to find out if my ink tastes as good on you as it does on
me."
While the boys were otherwise occupied, Snape settled into his desk chair, eyes
feasting on the youthful flesh being revealed before him. Working at the
fastenings of his trousers, he pulled his rigid cock from the confines of his
clothing and wrapped a potion-stained hand around the flesh, stroking languidly
as he watched Potter and Draco continue unclothing each other.
Quickly getting fed up with fighting the buttons on Harry's shirt, Draco cast a
Banishing Charm on their clothes, leaving both young men exposed to the cool
dungeon air and gasping at the feel of cold stone on their bare feet. A quickly
cast Warming Charm removed the chill from the air and allowed the boys to look
their fill at one another.
Eyeing his quill speculatively, Draco picked up the writing utensil and dipped
the feathered end into the ink pot. Flicking his wrist, he spattered Harry's
naked torso with the flavourful liquid and then began slowly running the
feather over the expanse of flesh, tickling hardened nipples and ghosting over
a lightly muscled abdomen. He smiled at the gasp of pleasure Harry emitted when
he let the quill travel lower, running the length of Harry's prick and over the
mushroom head. A quiet groan heard from the direction of Snape's desk was
ignored by both boys, though the pair shared a knowing smirk. Their plan, to
engineer a detention and flaunt themselves for Snape, was working like a charm.
As their end goal was to convince Snape into playing with them, Draco thought
it was only fair to give his Professor a proper show. Dropping to his knees, he
began sucking rivulets of ink from Harry's stomach, running his tongue through
the thatch of hair on the brunette's navel. Stretching up, he latched onto a
pebbled nipple and sucked strongly, earning a howl from Harry and a soft moan
from Snape. Strong fingers buried into blonde hair, holding Draco in place and
ensuring he continued the pleasurable activity.
Harry delighted in the sensations Draco was sending coursing through his body,
in hearing the Potions Master's quiet gasps and moans and knowing the older man
was enjoying this detention as much as he was. Gently tugging on Draco's hair,
he urged the Slytherin up to his feet and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss,
the taste of blackcurrant and Draco exploding on his tongue. Shifting to face
the work table, he pulled away and turned Draco toward the desk, pushing him
forward and bending him over the wooden surface. "I think your skin is a much
better writing surface than parchment," he said softly, reaching for his quill.
Draco groaned at the stinging pleasure as Harry began writing on his back, the
quill scratching lightly against his skin. He tried to make out the words, but
was unable to tell exactly what the Gryffindor was writing by the feel of the
letters being formed. "Wh-what are you writing?" he asked breathlessly.
"Mm, everything you are, and everything I want to do to you."
"Tell me," Draco nearly begged.
"Sexy. Infuriating. Beautiful. Demanding." Harry grinned at Draco's impatient
huff and continued, "I want to drop to my knees and taste you. I want to lick
and suck and bite at you until you scream. I want to use this ink as lube and
fuck you raw."
"Oh, gods, yes," Draco moaned, "do it."
Snape nearly came undone when Harry dropped to his knees and parted Draco's
buttocks with his hands, burying his nose in the cleft between. Tugging harshly
on tightening bollocks and grimacing at the sharp pain, he delayed his climax,
wanting to come when the boys did. Muffling his grunts of pleasure, he
continued stroking his cock as Harry thrust his tongue as deeply into Draco's
arse as he could. He couldn't choose what was more arousing – Harry, on his
knees and fucking Draco with his tongue, or the glazed look on Draco's face and
the noises he was making as he was overcome with desire.
Draco bucked back onto the tongue spearing into him, wanton pleas and filthy
promises falling from his lips as Harry slid a finger in beside the tongue
still buried inside him. Reaching back, he grabbed a handful of messy hair and
yanked harshly, howling, "Fuck me now, Potter!"
Chuckling in spite of the lust raging through him, Harry stood and tipped the
pot of ink into his palm. Coating his cock with the murky fluid, he slowly slid
inside the blond, leaning down to whisper into the shell of Draco's ear, "I
should have added 'impatient' to the list on your back."
The teasing had gone on far too long for it to last. Harry thrust heavily into
the Slytherin beneath him, Draco moving just as frantically. Moving his ink
covered hand down to tug harshly on Draco's cock, Harry growled as he spilled
himself in Draco's greedy body. Ignoring the dismayed cry as he pulled out
abruptly, he turned Draco around and dropped back down to his knees, swallowing
Draco's still-hard cock and sucking strongly, earning a shout from Draco as he
came, and a long moan from Snape as the Potions Master found his own release.
Continuing to suckle gently on Draco's softening prick until the sensations
became too much, Harry stood and pressed his lips to Draco's before stepping
back and looking at the mess they'd created. Laughing softly, he picked up his
wand and began casting Cleaning Charms over the desk and floor, while Draco
found his own wand and cast a charm over first himself and then Harry, removing
the ink and other fluids from their bodies.
The room set to rights, the pair slowly dressed and packed their supplies. As
they headed toward the exit, Harry stopped Draco with a hand on the Slytherin's
arm. "Maybe we could do this again, without the fighting first?" he asked
quietly, a blush staining his cheeks.
Marvelling at Harry's skilful acting, Draco replied, "Oh, yes." Turning back to
face Snape's desk, he continued slyly, "Do you think that maybe one day someone
will want to do more than just watch?"
Harry grinned impishly at Draco and turned to glance at the Potions Master's
chair. "Well, we do have detention again tomorrow..."
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