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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Loss_of_Virginity, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Aphrodisiacs, potion
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-06 Completed: 2013-11-01 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4106
****** Gift Wrapped ******
by InkWave
Summary
     Draco Malfoy had always tried to get Harry in all sort of trouble,
     but this was quite different from his usual. Too bad the Head Boy
     finds him before he manages to escape. Oneshot
Notes
     This story references as fanfic I have read that is Harry/Draco where
     Blaise in a fit of jealousy leaves Draco tied up in the quidditch
     showers. I only realized after I read it again, but it quite
     influenced by it.
***** Chapter 1 *****
He was going to kill Draco Malfoy, if it was the last thing he did. Harry had
always had a turbulent rivalry with the Malfoy scion, filled with everything
from pranks to midnight duels. But Draco had never done anything this cruel,
not even breaking his nose and leaving him petrified in a closet. It was their
fifth year now and he had expected their rivalry to wither and tapper off or
get even more violent. The way Draco had gone was neither, though it was the
most embarrassing.

Draco had stunned him from behind when he was on his way to dinner. Ron and
Hermione had gone ahead of him since he had needed to drop off some books in
the library. He had awoken naked in the prefects’ bathroom, or so he assumed
from Ron’s description of it. Why Draco had been made prefect was a complete
mystery to him, Ron too when it came to it. Draco had then proceeded to tie him
up with the loop of the rope going over one of the showerheads. He had turned
on the water, steaming nicely which warmed him up quickly. Then Draco explained
the true horror of the way he was going to leave him. “I know you think this
will be embarrassing but you don’t know the half of it. I have linked the
showerhead with an aphrodisiac potion, for every gallon of water a drop of the
potion will be added.” Harry’s horror had been easily seen spreading across his
face. Draco had laughed and left with the parting comment, “I wonder how you
will explain this one, Potter.”

Harry might have, only might have, arranged for Draco to be changed into a
ferret in front of most of their year. But this was above and beyond
retaliation; he was slowly starting to harden. He truly wondered how long
Malfoy was going to wait before he came back to gloat and see if he had been
found. Staying hard for hours was going to be torture. It had only been half an
hour before someone entered the bathroom. Harry’s cock was dripping with pre-
come. Every attempt he had made to free himself hadn’t worked. Even escaping
the water was impossible. Harry could hear them moving around in the changing
area, probably undressing. If it was a girl maybe they would go to the tub
instead of the showers. But he wasn’t that lucky. The person who turned into
the showers was none other than the Head Boy, Tom Riddle. He stopped for an
instant, when he saw Harry tied up with black silk, his arms stretching up-ward
and his cock pointing out.

“Pretty little Potter,” Tom said his voice dropping with each word. Harry
shivered instinctively, despite not being cold. “Who do I owe a favor for gift
wrapping you so nicely?”

“I’m not pretty,” Harry denied instinctively, his mind barely understanding the
rest of Riddle’s words.

“I disagree. In fact, most of the sixth and seventh years disagree. We took a
quiz of sorts in Slytherin, which quite naturally spread to the rest of the
school. You are quite pretty, with your avada green eyes, you post-coital hair,
and you lithe frame. You have matured quite a bit over the summer, but you
can’t escape the label of pretty quite yet.”

“I’m not a prefect,” Harry stated, feeling quite stupid afterwards because
Riddle was the Head Boy so of course he knew all the prefects. “Ignore that,”
Harry said before Tom could degrade his mental capacity, as Snape was so prone
to doing. “I can’t really think like this.”

Tom laughed, “I can’t imagine you could. The water is laced with Golden Dragon
aphrodisiac isn’t it?” Tom asked as he walked closer until he was only a foot
away from Harry. Harry knew he was blushing alarmingly, but Tom Riddle who
practically everyone had a crush on was standing in front of him in only a
towel while examining his naked and aroused body closely. “I recognize the
scent, many shampoos and lotions are scented with it lightly. But you
practically extrude the scent. He must have left you like this a while ago.
Naughty, Malfoy.”

“How did you …” Harry asked starting to pant, as the water continued to flow
over him.

“Draco Malfoy has been pulling your figurative pigtails for years. It seems
that this year he decided to be a bit more direct. He probably imagined that
you would accept any help you were offered to let you come.”

“Help? I wouldn’t need any … if I was free. And I would kill Malfoy if he
attempted to touch me after this.”

Tom smirked. “You really should pay attention during potions. The Golden Dragon
aphrodisiac is preferred by many because it can’t be satisfied by
masturbation,” Tom ran a hand up Harry’s arm and started to loosen the knots.
This pulled Tom right up against Harry and under the tainted water. Harry let
his head fall forward onto Tom’s shoulder. He had never been this turned on in
his life and he could feel Tom getting hard against him despite the towel.

“Anything …” Harry gasped, “just please help me come and I’ll return the
favor.”

“I accept,” Tom replied, finally undoing the last of the knots and catching
Harry as he lost the support that had been keeping him standing. Tom started
kissing Harry slowly at first so that they could get used to each other. With a
little guidance they ended up in the lounge that was filled with sofa’s and
mirrors that girl's generally used to put makeup on, the towel discarded along
the way. Tom maneuvered Harry into lying back on the fainting couch before
leaning forward to take Harry’s cock into his mouth. He licked across the head
tasting Harry’s pre-come before taking more and more of Harry’s cock into his
mouth. He came up for air after each thrust even as he slowly worked his way
down until he swallowed around the tip of Harry’s cock bringing him over the
edge.

Harry’s murmurs of “God … tight … Tom, warm,” turned into loud moans as he
clenched his fingers in Tom’s once pristine hair. Tom sat up and lifted the
disoriented boy until he had Harry situated as he liked, with Harry straddling
his lap as he leaned back on the fainting couch. He stroked his fingers through
Harry’s wet hair until Harry’s eyes finally focused on him.

“Tom,” Harry whispered, “I’ve never done that before.”

“I thought that might be the case,” Tom replied.

“But why am I still hard, that was fantastic?”

Tom grinned and kissed Harry’s lips once more, his tongue licking into Harry’s
accommodating mouth, which was now much more experienced in the art of French
kissing. “The aphrodisiac wasn’t satisfied with only one round,” Tom stated
confidently, “you were exposed to too much of it for that to be the case.
Anyways, you owe me an orgasm.”

Harry looked down at Tom’s hard cock pressed against his groin, touching his
own. “What should I do? Should I give you a … blowjob as well?”

“No, little Potter. I’m a bit too aroused for that. I might choke you in my
enthusiasm and I wouldn’t want to put you off giving head during your first
time.”

“I’m not a complete virgin,” Harry protested wriggling forward.

Tom bent his dark head to Harry’s ear, “I don’t believe you. But I’ll make your
first time something you’ll never forget.” Tom pulled Harry up on his chest and
started licking and sucking Harry’s neck, causing Harry to squirm on his lap. A
hand quickly pressed on Harry’s ass stooped him from moving around, as his
other hand summoned some lotion from one of the tables.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you Harry?” Tom asked sounding like sin
personified.

“You’re … you’re going to f … fuck my a-ass, with your …” Harry voice petered
out.

“With my cock. And you’re going to enjoy it more than anything you’ve
experienced before.” Tom covered his fingers with lotion and slowly pressed a
finger to Harry’s asshole, getting Harry to slowly relax into the feel of
someone else’s hand in such a private place. “I need to prepare you … loosen
you up so you’ll enjoy it,” Tom stated as he pushed one long and slim finger
into Harry slowly. Tom’s breathe was starting to quicken despite his control at
the blissed out expression on Harry’s face. He dropped his mouth down to lick
Harry’s nipples as he added a second finger. The younger boy was easily
distracted from the slight pain. Tom bit lightly at Harry’s nipple bringing
another startled gasp from Harry’s sweet lips. Scissoring his finger to loosen
Harry up, he brushed Harry’s prostate, bringing a startling “God yes,” from
Harry’s lips.

Tom bit his lip to distract himself from how arousing he found the situation.
Taking sweet little Harry Potter’s virginity was turning into a surprisingly
enjoyable sexual encounter, as the young innocent turned out to be an
incredibly sensitive and wanton fuck. He had finally gotten three fingers into
his ass, which he pulled out quickly but gently so that he could lube his cock.
“I’m going to enter you now.”

Harry nodded his agreement, desire or something in between. Tom entered him
slowly despite his desire to fuck the hell out of Harry. His first time had
been with an older boy who hadn’t been nearly as gentle with him, and he didn’t
want Harry to have the same kind of experience. After Harry whispered, “I’m
okay,” in Tom’s ear, Tom started slowly moving in the other boy who was still
incredibly tight. His third or fourth thrust hit Harry’s prostate turning the
unsure virgin back into the wanton begging for more pleasure.

“Please … again. Hit that … god, yes … that spot,” Harry moaned his voice
deepening and raspy. “Fuck … harder. Tom … Tom … TOM,” Harry finally screamed
as he came, with Tom’s hips still jackknifing up practically lifting him off
the sofa as Tom came soon after. Harry could feel the warm cum releasing inside
of him. Tom’s arms pulled Harry to Tom’s chest despite the cum streaking it.

After a few minutes they separated and cleaned themselves up in the shower’s
avoiding the tainted showerhead. Harry kept sending shy glances at Tom’s
muscular form, seeing the scratches he had left on Tom’s back, he didn’t know
when.

Once they were dressed and standing in front of the portrait that guarded the
entrance, Harry in a fit of bravery worthy of Gryffindor himself asked, “Would
you want to do this again sometime?”

“Have sex?” Tom asked, “Or did you mean to ask me out on a date?”

“A date,” Harry replied, blushing furiously, his gaze trapped on the floor.

“The next Hogsmeade weekend,” Tom stated as he opened the portrait. “I’ll meet
you in the entrance hall at nine.” He then leaned down and kissed Harry. The
boy smiled brightly and scampered off in the direction of Gryffindor tower, not
having noticed Draco Malfoy hiding in a nearby alcove.

Tom turned to Malfoy, “You shouldn’t leave your toys gift wrapped for other’s
to find, because they will be stolen.” He then walked away, ignoring the
sputtering Malfoy behind him. It seemed that he owed the portrait of the
sheppardess a favor for telling him that something untoward was happening in
the prefect bathroom. Harry Potter had been absolutely delicious.

And he had been more than a little interested. Otherwise he could have just
used magic to set him free. He was a wizard after all.
***** Potion Inspired Truths *****
Sequel, Two Years Later – Potion Inspired Truths
The seventh years had just finished their NEWTS, taken a day to catch up on
sleep and then the parties began. There were the normal house parties, the
study club parties, even the year ball hosted by the school, but the party
everyone had heard about years before they actually worried about their NEWTS
was the Truth Party.

It was the after party for the graduation ball, they had received their
certificate and were no longer students. The rules officially no longer
applied. House points could no longer be taken, or detentions given, prefects
no longer had any authority. It was time for them to admit their deepest
Hogwarts secrets, and everyone was invited to bring their own method of truth
telling.

Hermione Granger had been observed looking up compulsion charms for days in
advance of the party. Ron Weasley had gotten a specialty whiskey from his twin
brothers that advertised a truthful response to any question after a shot.
Harry knew this of course because they were his best friends. It was the
people, who were bringing things he didn’t know about that worried him. He knew
that Draco Malfoy was going to bring the most powerful method, because he had
apprenticed to Professor Snape for their last year of Hogwarts. He expected
vertiserum or worse from the sneaky snake. Most people would bring various
truth potions and spike the alcohol.

Well the night had certainly been interesting so far. Half of the Hufflepuffs
had passed out drunk already, along with a smattering of the other houses in
the drinking game they had started off with. Playing “ten fingers” had been
Sally Anne Perks idea, and bring truth potion infused alcohol to a game about
admitting your inexperience had brought out the most embarrassing truths.

Smith had admitted he was a virgin. Neville admitted he’d never had oral sex.
Crabbe had admitted he’d never had sex with a girl, which had brought up all
sorts of disturbing images because they knew he wasn’t a virgin. Imagining
Crabbe and Goyle in bed together Harry downed his own shot.

“Mate, you never had sex with Ginny?” Ron asked, drunk enough to ask the
question he had previously not wanted to know the answer to.

“Absolutely not. It was going out with her that made me realize I was gay.”
Harry replied a bit too honestly, but really what could you expect.

“Wait, wait!” Draco Malfoy interrupted, “we aren’t following the rule anymore
so it’s time for us to play a new game and I have just the potion for it.

“Malfoy,” Hermione said, “only three quarters of us are even conscious. I can’t
believe they turned ten fingers into a game of where have you had sex.”

“Some people just don’t have any imagination,” Pansy Parkinson input. She had
admitted to having sex in an incredible range of places but it was her alcohol
tolerance that was truly amazing, seeing as she was still standing. Well she
was slumped down on a sofa but the semantics didn’t really matter, she was
conscious.

Clearing his throat Draco brought out a potion vial, “I think it’s time for
another muggle inspired game, 20 questions. Since Weasley’s started us off with
the first question, Potter will go first and the rest of us will take turns
until we got to 20. Not counting Potter there are seven of us so we’ll all get
three questions or so.”

“Malfoy that’s not how you play 20 questions,” Hermione said, she had drunk
much except for the basic questions. Harry had been happy not to learn the
intimate details of Ron and Hermione’s sex life.

“Well,” Terry Boot said, “I’ve always wanted to know what dating Cho Chang was
like. She has always been prime wank material.”
“Quite up, Boot,” Pansy said. “Potter hasn’t drunk the potion yet.”

Harry had hoped to avoid Draco’s creation but it didn’t seem he was going to.
“Fine, at least explain what it does first Malfoy. I know it’s not vertiserum.”

Draco preened as he launched into the explanation of his creation. “Vertiserum
is a bad choice for this party because first of all it requires very precise
questions and it separates the speaker too much from the experience. This
potion will also force the truth, but it will get it more gently, as if you
were telling a confidence to a friend rather than being in an interrogation.”
Hermione looked like she wanted to ask what type of modification’s Draco had
made but thankfully she resisted the instinct.

Boot repeated the question and Harry looked around the room of requirement that
shuffled all the unconscious partiers into bunk beds in another room. Hermione
Granger, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Terry Boot, Padma Patil,
and Blaise Zabini were going to learn quite a lot about him. “Cho was the worst
sort of girlfriend you could have, disregarding the fact that I’m gay. She was
always crying over her ex-girlfriend Cedric Diggory who dumped her after
seventh year. She always wanted to do super girly things together and have me
compliment her all the time. The only thing she ha going in her favor for me
was the fact that she played Quidditch. And her breasts were absolutely tiny,
not that that bothered me at the time. She looked like a boy but acted like a
girly girl.”

“So,” Padma asked as it was now her turn, “Is that why you went out with Ginny
next, because she was a Tom-boy.”

“That was the initial attraction. But she had a serious hero worship thing that
was super off putting and she was always pressuring me about sex. Everything
had to be a big gesture that turned into making out. She had definitely lost
her virginity before we dated,” Harry said not feeling too bad about these
truths.

“So what turned you onto liking boys,” Blaise asked a bit too innocently. Harry
groaned because he knew that Blaise must already know the answer to that
question.

“Well Draco tied me up naked and wet in the prefects bathroom dosed with Golden
Dragon aphrodisiac. And of course someone found me. None other than Tom Riddle
who managed to make me feel indebted to helping him as he ‘accidently’ dosed
himself with the aphrodisiac while getting me free. I of course lost my
virginity that night.”

“God, Draco was pissed about that,” Pansy interjected. “He had a truly hard
core crush on you at that point. Now for my question, let’s do something a bit
more adventurous. What’s the most embarrassing sexual situation you have walked
in on?”

Harry laughed wildly as he went to answer seeing Draco pulling abruptly. “The
most embarrassing thing was walking in Professor Snape spanking Draco across
his lap, who obviously had a vibrator in his ass. That was the last time I was
ever early for detention with Snape, though he never seemed inclined to give me
anymore this year.”

All eyes had been turned on Draco as he turned beat red, his fair coloring not
helping him at all. Hermione was so astonished by this that she asked the first
question that came to mind, “And what did you think after seeing them in that
situation.”

“At least I wasn’t the only student fucking a professor. We were both members
of Hogwarts’ most exclusive club,” Harry replied immediately. “And their age
difference was much worse as well.”

It was finally Draco’s turn and Harry knew he was going to get it for exposing
Draco’s relationship with his master. “What is the kinkiest thing you have done
with Tom Riddle?”

“They can’t still be dating,” Pansy interrupted, “ he graduated two years ago.”

But Harry had to answer regardless. “This summer he had me dress up like a
girl, lingerie, makeup, heels and everything. And then after taking me to a
posh restaurant, despite having me wear a butt plug. Afterwards he took me to a
muggle club and after grinding on me for hours he fucked me against the wall
with absolutely no concealment charms.” Everyone was stunned, particularly his
two best friends.

“I thought it would be the time when he used parseltongue to …” Draco mused.

“It’s not your turn,” Harry cut in forcefully. “If you want to know ask on your
next question.”

“Are you two friends now?” Ron asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied, “sharing intimate sexual secrets made us friends of a
sort.”

“But then, if Draco asked specifically about Professor Riddle who else have you
slept with?” Boot asked.

“No one,” Harry replied.
“That’s quite sweet isn’t it?” Padma asked rhetorically, but with a game like
20 questions and Draco’s potion no question was rhetorical.

“Tom completing his defense mastery in a year so that he could teach during my
seventh year and be close to me was much sweeter,” Harry replied. Draco just
laughed, for such a kinky couple they were practically Hufflepuffs about their
relationship. All sweet sighs, loving words, and thoughtful gifts.

Blaise was a bit sick of sex questions, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to ask
better questions than Draco. “What bothers you most about the Professor’s here
at Hogwarts?”

“Professor Dumbledore’s all knowing and grandfatherly persona creeps me out,
particularly since he doesn’t demonstrate the care for his students and their
education that he professes. Also him calling students ‘my boy’ or ‘my girl’
when they have no relation to him makes him sound like a pedophile,” Harry
admitted in a rush.

“Well. That was very definite,” Blaise responded quite shocked that a
Gryffindor that Dumbledore favored quite a bit could hold such an opinion of
the headmaster.

Pansy paused to consider her next question. She had originally just planned to
follow the general stream of questions, but after due consideration there were
more interesting things to know than about Harry’s sex life. “What is the most
impressive act of magic you have accomplished here?”

“Following family tradition I became an animagus with my closest friends,”
Harry said with a smile directed at Ron and Hermione.

Hermione smiled back in response and asked a question that she never would have
dared ask if she was sober. “Did you ever regret that Ron and I got together,
since it kind of broke up our trio?”

“No, Hermione,” Harry replied with a laugh. “If I hadn’t had Tom I might have
felt left out or abandoned for a bit when you guys were in the honeymoon stage
of your relationship. But I’m glad you got together, and had been expecting it
since half way through first year.”

Finally it was Draco’s turn once more and Harry knew that he would make it
count since it was his last question. “What was your wildest fuck?”

God such a broad question, if he wasn’t under truth serum he might have known
the answer. “Tom and I had sex in the teacher’s lounge over the winter break
and we practically tore the room apart. It was absolutely lovely; the passion,
the pain, our magic just let lose in the room as we …”

Ron had clamped a hand over Harry’s mouth. “I don’t need to know that many
details about Harry’s sex life. Does he love you?”

“Yes,” Harry replied. “And he was very respectful when he met my parents this
summer. If something terrible doesn’t happen I think I’ll never have sex with
anyone else.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Hermione asked cutting in before her turn. Just
wanting to know more than anything, with an answer she could trust above
anything.

“You were made Head Girl this year. I didn’t want you to go around hiding even
more secrets because of me. I was planning to tell you after graduation. Also
you always seemed to have a small crush on Tom’s brain so I was a bit
uncomfortable.”

“Well,” Boot said, “I don’t have the best question for this but might as well
ask. Did you ever prank Professor Snape?”

“Yes,” Harry replied despite wanting to run and hide. “I snuck into his private
quarters and treated every surface with a libido enhancement. Professor Snape
walked with an awkward gait for a week and poor Draco was limping all over the
place and sneaking healing potions. Madame Pomphery almost caught onto what was
going on. It was absolutely hilarious.”

Padma laughed and asked what the best prank he had ever pulled was. Harry
quickly told the story of the day he caught all the Marauders with their pants
down. Pansy and Blaise offered to defer their questions for another time since
the questioning was dying down in intensity. But Harry pushed them to ask or
forever their peace.

“How did you never get caught?” Blaise asked.

“Invisibility cloak,” Harry replied.

Pansy whispered her question in his ear, and after a startled snort replied, “I
didn’t think so, we aren’t the sharing type. Exhibitionism is something else
entirely.”
And then finally, it was someone else’s turn.
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