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firewhiskeyficTitle: DEFINITION OF A RESEARCH PROJECT AND SPECIFICATIONS FOR FULFILLING THE REQUIREMENT
Author:lastontheboat
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco, Pansy
Challenge/Prompts used: Devil's Snare
Summary: Harry and Draco do a "research experiment" in Sprout's greenhouse.
Rating/Warnings: E (drunk smut)
Word count: 3000
Author's Notes (if any): forgive me, i know not what i do
“Ssssssh” Harry whispered, as he opened up the door to the herbology greenhouse as sneakily as he could.
“Potter, your attempts at stealthiness leave much to be desired, “ Malfoy said snidely. “ I can feel myself becoming less aroused by the minute”.
The door opened with a prolonged, drawn-out squela, causing both boys to wince. As eithg years students they had more freedom than most other students in the school, but Harry was pretty sure that didn’t extend to sneaking out of dorms late at night for illicit rendezvouses in classrooms. At least, he didn’t really fancy having to eplsxain himself to Professor Mcgonnagal.
“Shut the fuck up,” he whispered.
“Potter, if you’re talking to the hunges at this point, I’m going back to the castle,” Malfoy said disapprovingly.
“Why, because I’m unhinged?” Harry asked, very intelligently and delightfuflly (in his ipinoin).
“I can’t believe I find you the least bit attrative,” Malfoy said.
“Come one,” Harry said, taking Malfoy’s hand and pulling him into the greenhouse. The door closed behind them with another squeal, and they stopped to listen for any sign of Hogwarts faculty coming to investigate.
“I still have no idea why you’re so determined to sneak in here,” Malfoy complaine quietly. “Is it Longbottom? Has his love of plants rubbed off on you, and now you can’t get it up except int the presence of leafy greenness?”
“Hee hee, rubbed off,” Harry said, because secretly he was twelve years old at heart.
“Potter, I’m serious, I need to know what we’re doing here,” Malfoy insistend. “Merlin knows you have some of the weirdest kinks, and I don’t even know why that works for me, but if it’s something like “fucking while a mandrak plant is cscream ing at me” this time, I’m going to have to bow out.”
Harry laughted. “It’s not mandrake plants, I promise,” he said. Taking Malfoy’s hand, he pulled him further into the greenhouse. “Just trust me, ok? I saw something in here during the herboloyy lesso nearrlier that I think you’ll dlike.”
Malfoty grumbled, but appeared to accept this answer. They ventured deeper into the greenhouse, lit only by the full moon outside. IT lent the space a mysterious air, and the further they went, the darker the shadows became. Finally they reached the back corner of the greenhouse, and Harry gestured triumphantly. “Tada!” he said.
Malfoy appeared underwhelmed. “Potter, you’re pointing at a lefy vine. Are ou plnning to make me a salad?”
Trust Malfoy to not recognize it. “Does the name Devil’s snare mean anything to you?” Harry asked.
Malfoy sighed. “Potter, when you told me you wanted to, and I quote! ‘Get frisky in the greenshoue’, I was really imaginign something seixier than a pop quiz. This seems more like Longbottom’s thing.”
“Fck off Malfoy,” Harry said absentmindedly. It was almost a reflex these days; they spent enough time together thatn Harry didn’t take Malfoy’s comments seriously anymore. Eighth year was weird by any account – they had much more control over their schedule than any previous year, but they also had ben paired up to perform research proejcts. Headmaster McGonagall had declared that this was a “inter-house unity project”, and that colalboration and investigation would help heal the rifts that had developed over hte previous years.
Of course, Harry and Malfoy had been parterned up, becauise nothing in Harry’s life could ever be easy. They still hadn’t decided on a research topic yet; that wasn’t unusual, most of the other eight hyears were also still casting around for something meanignful to look into, ad it wasn’t even Chrionstmas yet. There was plenty of time. The fact thtat he and Malfoy kept joking about researching “Sex magic” was probably just a joke and they would find somethign real any day dnow.
“Seriously Poitter,” Malfoy said, and Harry suddenly levity had disappeared from his voice. “If ou don’t explain what’s going on, I’m going to leave. Darkness... reallly doesn’t do it for me anymore.”
Harry started. “Lumos,” he whispered, then a burst of light issued forth from his wand. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Malfoy looked slightly mollified. “Ok, so what leafy green am I looking at?” he asked.
“DEvil’s snare!” Harry said projudly. He’d noticed it in the back of the greenhouse earlier during his herbology class, and been pleased that he could still remember it from his clouse encoutner in first year. He’d double checked with Professor Sprout (because as much as he was into sxexy plant encounters, he had learned to be cautious around magical plants), and yes, it was the same plant he was familair with. He’d spent the rest of the lesson trying to avoid thinking about it, and Sproudt had come along a couple time and inquired iof he was feeling alright.
Malfoty was quiet for a moment. “Potter, what’s your plan here?” he finally asked, osunding hestitant.
Harry decided to go for borke. Facing away from Malfoy and closing his eyes, he said: “I want to be restained. I want you to have your way with me while the devil’s snare keep s hold of me.”
“Merlin,” Malfoy breathed. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Harry said, feeling a ball of excitement grow in his stomach. “Why? Are you scared, Malfoy?”
“You wish,” Mlafoy said, and Harry found himself breathing fasater. This was happening. He was going to fulfill his fantast.
“Ok, here’s the deal,” Malfoy said. Harry loved when he took charge; he ‘d been doing it more and more in their sessoins, and Harry was more than happy to relinquish control. HE felt like he’d been responsible for making decisions for far too logn. “You’re going to lie down on this bed,” Malfoy said, with a decisive wnad motion that transfigured a newarby set of shelves into a four-poster bed that abutted the wall coverd in Devil’s Sanre. “You’re going to lie down on the bed, and extend your arms until hyour’e touchign the the devil’s snare.” As Harry leapt to comply with this instruction, Malfoy seemed to grow hesitant. “But FIRST!” Malfoy cried, grabbing his ankles and preventing him from getting too close to the plant creepers that were climbing the wall. “Potter, I need you to give me a safe word.”
“I didn’t think hyou were a coward,” Harry said scathingly.
“Either you give me a safeword or I’m leaving,” Malfoy said, and Harry noticed that he appeared deadly serious. Malfoy’s eyes were cold and grey; he was grabbing Harry’s ankles, preventing him from getting any closer to the tendrils of DEvil’s snare that he desperate ly wanted to wrap around his wrists. “I’m serious, Potter,” he said. “There’s a diference between sexy and self-destructive.”
“Fine,” Harry huffed. “My safeword is Longbottom.” Malfoy made a face, but he didn’t object, which Harry was slightly disappointed by. Malfyo’s regretful face was one of life’s small pleasures, in Harry’s opinion.
Malfoy released Harry’s ankles. “Proceed,” was all he said, but even that was enogh to send a shiver of excitemtn thrigh Harry’.
Harry shimmied up the transfigured bed and grabbed on to the vines before he could second guess himself. “Shut, I forgot about my clothes,” he said, but he kept holding on regardless. “Maybe you could assist with that, Malfoy.”
Malfoy huffed. “I suppose I could be persuaded,” he said, reacing for Harry’s shoes. “For one hting, you have a terrible sense of propriety. Will the chosen one permit be to assit him?”
“Fuck off, Malfoy,” Harry sia,d flipping the boonde batard off. He stil didn’t move as Malfoy pulled his sheos off of him, and he felt the DEvil’s Snare start to wend around his wrists..
“And I assume that the saviour of the wziard ing world has no need for such plebian things as trousers?” Malfoy continued, ignoring Harry’s perfectly eloquent hand gestures. “Surely his mind is on more important matters than dressing oneself.”
“Trousers can fuck off too,” Harry said helpfully as Malfoy removed them for him. He felt himself growing harder as the other man gazed at his crotch.
“And what’s this?” Malfoy said with mock amazement. “Pants? Could these be the pants that defeated the dark lord?”
“I will hex you,” Harry declared. “Don’t think that I won’t.”
“It would be scu h a shame to ruin these; they’re practically legendary by now,” Malfoy said, as if he couldn’t hear Harry. He began to remove them reverantly, which only made Harry grow harder to to his embarassment. “These must be protected at all costs,” Malfoy continue. “ Wizarding museums wil lthank me in time for the care and attention I’m putting into this.”
Harry suddenly discoered that his writes were immovable. “Um,” he asid,” hyou should probably get on with it. Just in the interests of time.”
“Oh, is the saviour getting restless?” Malfoy asked snidely as he bared Harry’s lower half. “Does he have more important things to be doing?”
“Nol, but the saviour is suddenly concerned abot the rate at which the devicl’s snare is spreading,” Harry said, feeling his brathing speed upl.
“Do you trist me?” Malfoy said suddenly, looking Harry in the eyes and sound ing nothing like his usual, sarcastic, snide self.
Harry felt the vines spreading down his forearms and closed his eyes. “Yes,” he croacked.
“Good,” Malfoy said, amd proceeded to engulgf Harry’ cock in his mouth. “Rmeember the safeword.”
“Fuck,” Harry breathed. His eyes remiande closed as he focuse on what was going on below his wasit. “Jesus christ, Malfoy.” HE involuntarily tugged against the devil’s snare, feeling its restrain the motion of his arms.
Malfoy popped off long eough to ay “We’re just getting stated Potter,” before fillign his miouth with Harry’s cokkkkk.
Harry grunted. “God, malfoy, how did i t take a researhc project to get us here?”
“/if you mention school one more time while I’m suck ing you off...” Malfoy left the thread unelaborated as eh began playing with Harry’s bollocks.
At that moment, they both heard the sound of a squeealing hinge and froze. Harry could feel the slow, inescapable progress of rhe devil’s snare over his forearms as he lay on the transfigured bed, and Malfoy raised his head just out of range of his cock, provideing a terrible pleasure as he breathed on it, trying not to make too much noise.
“Malfoy,” Harry hissed. “Extinguish the lumos.”
“Nox,” Malfoy whispered, and they were both plugned into near darkenss, illuminated only by the slivers of the moon that reached the rearmost part of the greenhouse.
They both stood stil; unmovingm listening as footsteps approached from the front of the greenhouse, praying that the woudl stop and turn aorund. Harry willed his erection to recede, but found the sensation of devil’s snare slowly wrapping itself around his arms to be exceedingly distracting. As the steps finally reached the back room where they were lying, a femle voice called “Lumos!” and the room was oinece agian flooded with ethereal lgight.
To Harry’s horror, Pansy Parkinson, prefect of the eighth year students, was standing at the entrance. Her ever-present smirk was in full display as she took in the view of Harry’s botomless form in the clutch of devils’ snare, with Malfoy fully clothed but with his face way too close to Harry’s naked, erect cock to be reasonably explained away.
“Er,” Harry said impotently.
“Out of bed aftre hours?” Pansy asked, voice alight with curousity. “My my. How... scandalous.”
“It’s not what it-” Harry began, graspin at straws.”
“Pansy, would you exinguish that ight, please?” Malfoy asked, soundign remarkably composed for the situation. “Potter nad I are engaged in an important resarch experiemnt, and it would be a shame if you corrupted our data.”
“Resarch, is it?” Pansy asked, sounding delighted.
“Pansy, the lgith!” Malfoy ordered, and Harry felt himself grow improbably harder. The devil’s snare had ensnared both his forearms at this point, and he had no real ability to manipulate his arms. Pansy whispered a “nox” and they were left in shards of moonlight. “Thank you,” Malfoy said, still sounding as if he were in control of the situation. “Potter,” Malfoy whispered, “will it bother you if Pansy observes our.. research?”
“I can close my eyes,” Pansy called out. “Or lave. I would hate to get in the way of... science.”
Harry opened his eyes. Pansy was still standing in the doorway; he couldn’t see much but she didn’t seem to be at risk of busting them, and he coudl hear... something in Malfoy’s voice. Something that made him want to continue. “The science will continue whether you’re hear or not,” he finally said. “If hyou wnat to to stay...” He blushed, and couldn’t bring himself to finsih the thought, but he forced himself to say “Malfoy, you may resume the experiement.”
Rather than placng his mouth back over Harry’s cock, Malfoy instaed reached up and ran his hand up the tender underside of it. “I thnnk it’s time to move on to the nest phase of the research, do’t hou, Potter?” he asked.
Harry’s breath hitched. “Indeed, Malfoy”, he managed to grind out. “Please proceed with the experient.”
He heard Malfoy whisper the lubrication charm that they had grown so adept at casting, and felt a wetness coat his insides. “Hurry,” he whiserped, as the devil’s snare reached past his elbows and began to progress along his biceps. HE mentally recited the safeword to himself, practicing it in case he needed to use it quickyl.
He heard the sound of Malfoy unzipping his trousers (how hhad that be ome a sound he recognized in only two month of these sorts of rendesvzous?), and then felt tje delectable sensation of Malfoy ‘s cockhead rubbing along his entrance. “Is this what you had in mind, Potter?” Malfoy asked, gasping for breath. “Is this next phase of our research?”
“Yes,” Harry agsped, arching his back and pressing forward against Malfoy’s cock. “Please.”
“So eager, Potter,” Malfoy murmered, inserting a pinger insode Hiarry. “So wanton.”
“Yes,” Harry repeated breathily. He was desperate; he wanted nothing except Malfoy at that moment. He craved the touch of Malfoy’s fingers, widening him, preparing him. He yearned to reach down and rub Malfoy’s bulge, but he couldn’t.
“Does the chsoen one want to be the subject of science?”” Malfoy asked, inserting a second finger. “Should I be taking notes right now?”
“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy,” Harry gasped, as he rutted against the new pressure inside of him. “Fuck me laready.”
“As you wish,” Malfoy said, removing his fingers and replacing the with his cock. Harry moaned as he felt the extar girth inside of him, and he wrenched his wrists against the restraints of the Devivl’s Snare that had made their way almost to his shoulders at this point.
Malfoy began to thrust into Harry, and it took Harrty a moment to notice a sound coming from the doorway of the rom they were occuping. It was a breathy sond, and in Harry’s distracted state it took him a moment to realize that it was someone, Pansy Parkinson, breathing hard, and he could barely emcompass the thought – by the lgiht of her lumos, Pansy Parkinson was leaning against the doorway of the back greenhouse room with a hand down her trousers, as Draco Malfoy fucked him on a transfigured bed and Devil’s Snare slowly extended its reach across his upper body.
At that moment, Malfoy reached out with both hands and flicked Harry’s nipples, and Harry coldn’t ocntain it any longer. He groaned as his cock erupted, spurting all over Malfoy’s stomach as he continued to thrust intoi Harry and press against that wonderful spot inside of him.
In the light of Pansy’s spell, Malfoy was wide-eyed, iwth eyes only for Harry. “I’m going to...” he whispered. “I’m...”
“Yes,” Harry told him, already exhausted. “Come for me.e”
Malfoy moaned, and Harrt felt him erupt inside of him. He closed his eyes again, savouring the feeling, as he felt Malfoy collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. After several momnets, eh finally raise his head. “Malfoy?” he asked.
“Mmm,” Malfoy responded, but all he did was shift the position of his head on Harry’s chest.
“Remember how you asked me if I trusted you earlier?” Harry asked.
“Mmmm,” Malfoy said again.
“Longbottom,” Harry said, feeling the Devil’s snare reach his shoulders and begin to inch past towards his neck. “Seriously, Longbottom.”
“Oh my god,” Pansy said from the doorway. “Is that...”
“Pansy,” Malfoy said steadily, “you need to not say anything right now.” He raised himself up over Harry’s torso and extracted his cock from Harry’s ass, and in a feat that Harry definitely did not find attractive whatsoever, cast a nonverbal spell that seveed all of the the devils’ snare vines that wer restraining Harry in one go.
Harry felt the release of the vines and let out a breath of reliefl. HE had enjoyed the sensation of being resstrained; he could admit that. However, knowing that he had full control over his arms, and the restof his torso, left him feeling giddy. He sat up, heedless of the vines, and embraced Malfoy as he attempted to clean himself upl.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Well, aynthing in the name of research,” Malfoy muttered, as he did up his pants and trousers.
There was a whispered “Nox”, then they both heard a zip fromm the doorway of the greenhouse room. “You should both know that I had an exceptionally boritng shift tonight,” Pansy said. “I was scheduled to check the greenouses, but there was nothing to report.”
“Any chance you know when hyour next greenhouse shift will be?” Harry found himself asking boldy.
“Should be next Sunday,” Pansy said, already sounding further away.
Malfoy glanced at Harry, and he felt himself nodding at his... fuck-buddy? Research partner? ...Friend?. “What a coincidence,” Malfoy said. “We’ve got a research experiement scheduled on that evening.” Whatever it was, Harry was sure they could figure it out by next Sunday. He already felt himself getting excited just thinking about it.
Author:
lastontheboatI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry/Draco, Pansy
Challenge/Prompts used: Devil's Snare
Summary: Harry and Draco do a "research experiment" in Sprout's greenhouse.
Rating/Warnings: E (drunk smut)
Word count: 3000
Author's Notes (if any): forgive me, i know not what i do
“Ssssssh” Harry whispered, as he opened up the door to the herbology greenhouse as sneakily as he could.
“Potter, your attempts at stealthiness leave much to be desired, “ Malfoy said snidely. “ I can feel myself becoming less aroused by the minute”.
The door opened with a prolonged, drawn-out squela, causing both boys to wince. As eithg years students they had more freedom than most other students in the school, but Harry was pretty sure that didn’t extend to sneaking out of dorms late at night for illicit rendezvouses in classrooms. At least, he didn’t really fancy having to eplsxain himself to Professor Mcgonnagal.
“Shut the fuck up,” he whispered.
“Potter, if you’re talking to the hunges at this point, I’m going back to the castle,” Malfoy said disapprovingly.
“Why, because I’m unhinged?” Harry asked, very intelligently and delightfuflly (in his ipinoin).
“I can’t believe I find you the least bit attrative,” Malfoy said.
“Come one,” Harry said, taking Malfoy’s hand and pulling him into the greenhouse. The door closed behind them with another squeal, and they stopped to listen for any sign of Hogwarts faculty coming to investigate.
“I still have no idea why you’re so determined to sneak in here,” Malfoy complaine quietly. “Is it Longbottom? Has his love of plants rubbed off on you, and now you can’t get it up except int the presence of leafy greenness?”
“Hee hee, rubbed off,” Harry said, because secretly he was twelve years old at heart.
“Potter, I’m serious, I need to know what we’re doing here,” Malfoy insistend. “Merlin knows you have some of the weirdest kinks, and I don’t even know why that works for me, but if it’s something like “fucking while a mandrak plant is cscream ing at me” this time, I’m going to have to bow out.”
Harry laughted. “It’s not mandrake plants, I promise,” he said. Taking Malfoy’s hand, he pulled him further into the greenhouse. “Just trust me, ok? I saw something in here during the herboloyy lesso nearrlier that I think you’ll dlike.”
Malfoty grumbled, but appeared to accept this answer. They ventured deeper into the greenhouse, lit only by the full moon outside. IT lent the space a mysterious air, and the further they went, the darker the shadows became. Finally they reached the back corner of the greenhouse, and Harry gestured triumphantly. “Tada!” he said.
Malfoy appeared underwhelmed. “Potter, you’re pointing at a lefy vine. Are ou plnning to make me a salad?”
Trust Malfoy to not recognize it. “Does the name Devil’s snare mean anything to you?” Harry asked.
Malfoy sighed. “Potter, when you told me you wanted to, and I quote! ‘Get frisky in the greenshoue’, I was really imaginign something seixier than a pop quiz. This seems more like Longbottom’s thing.”
“Fck off Malfoy,” Harry said absentmindedly. It was almost a reflex these days; they spent enough time together thatn Harry didn’t take Malfoy’s comments seriously anymore. Eighth year was weird by any account – they had much more control over their schedule than any previous year, but they also had ben paired up to perform research proejcts. Headmaster McGonagall had declared that this was a “inter-house unity project”, and that colalboration and investigation would help heal the rifts that had developed over hte previous years.
Of course, Harry and Malfoy had been parterned up, becauise nothing in Harry’s life could ever be easy. They still hadn’t decided on a research topic yet; that wasn’t unusual, most of the other eight hyears were also still casting around for something meanignful to look into, ad it wasn’t even Chrionstmas yet. There was plenty of time. The fact thtat he and Malfoy kept joking about researching “Sex magic” was probably just a joke and they would find somethign real any day dnow.
“Seriously Poitter,” Malfoy said, and Harry suddenly levity had disappeared from his voice. “If ou don’t explain what’s going on, I’m going to leave. Darkness... reallly doesn’t do it for me anymore.”
Harry started. “Lumos,” he whispered, then a burst of light issued forth from his wand. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t thinking.”
Malfoy looked slightly mollified. “Ok, so what leafy green am I looking at?” he asked.
“DEvil’s snare!” Harry said projudly. He’d noticed it in the back of the greenhouse earlier during his herbology class, and been pleased that he could still remember it from his clouse encoutner in first year. He’d double checked with Professor Sprout (because as much as he was into sxexy plant encounters, he had learned to be cautious around magical plants), and yes, it was the same plant he was familair with. He’d spent the rest of the lesson trying to avoid thinking about it, and Sproudt had come along a couple time and inquired iof he was feeling alright.
Malfoty was quiet for a moment. “Potter, what’s your plan here?” he finally asked, osunding hestitant.
Harry decided to go for borke. Facing away from Malfoy and closing his eyes, he said: “I want to be restained. I want you to have your way with me while the devil’s snare keep s hold of me.”
“Merlin,” Malfoy breathed. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” Harry said, feeling a ball of excitement grow in his stomach. “Why? Are you scared, Malfoy?”
“You wish,” Mlafoy said, and Harry found himself breathing fasater. This was happening. He was going to fulfill his fantast.
“Ok, here’s the deal,” Malfoy said. Harry loved when he took charge; he ‘d been doing it more and more in their sessoins, and Harry was more than happy to relinquish control. HE felt like he’d been responsible for making decisions for far too logn. “You’re going to lie down on this bed,” Malfoy said, with a decisive wnad motion that transfigured a newarby set of shelves into a four-poster bed that abutted the wall coverd in Devil’s Sanre. “You’re going to lie down on the bed, and extend your arms until hyour’e touchign the the devil’s snare.” As Harry leapt to comply with this instruction, Malfoy seemed to grow hesitant. “But FIRST!” Malfoy cried, grabbing his ankles and preventing him from getting too close to the plant creepers that were climbing the wall. “Potter, I need you to give me a safe word.”
“I didn’t think hyou were a coward,” Harry said scathingly.
“Either you give me a safeword or I’m leaving,” Malfoy said, and Harry noticed that he appeared deadly serious. Malfoy’s eyes were cold and grey; he was grabbing Harry’s ankles, preventing him from getting any closer to the tendrils of DEvil’s snare that he desperate ly wanted to wrap around his wrists. “I’m serious, Potter,” he said. “There’s a diference between sexy and self-destructive.”
“Fine,” Harry huffed. “My safeword is Longbottom.” Malfoy made a face, but he didn’t object, which Harry was slightly disappointed by. Malfyo’s regretful face was one of life’s small pleasures, in Harry’s opinion.
Malfoy released Harry’s ankles. “Proceed,” was all he said, but even that was enogh to send a shiver of excitemtn thrigh Harry’.
Harry shimmied up the transfigured bed and grabbed on to the vines before he could second guess himself. “Shut, I forgot about my clothes,” he said, but he kept holding on regardless. “Maybe you could assist with that, Malfoy.”
Malfoy huffed. “I suppose I could be persuaded,” he said, reacing for Harry’s shoes. “For one hting, you have a terrible sense of propriety. Will the chosen one permit be to assit him?”
“Fuck off, Malfoy,” Harry sia,d flipping the boonde batard off. He stil didn’t move as Malfoy pulled his sheos off of him, and he felt the DEvil’s Snare start to wend around his wrists..
“And I assume that the saviour of the wziard ing world has no need for such plebian things as trousers?” Malfoy continued, ignoring Harry’s perfectly eloquent hand gestures. “Surely his mind is on more important matters than dressing oneself.”
“Trousers can fuck off too,” Harry said helpfully as Malfoy removed them for him. He felt himself growing harder as the other man gazed at his crotch.
“And what’s this?” Malfoy said with mock amazement. “Pants? Could these be the pants that defeated the dark lord?”
“I will hex you,” Harry declared. “Don’t think that I won’t.”
“It would be scu h a shame to ruin these; they’re practically legendary by now,” Malfoy said, as if he couldn’t hear Harry. He began to remove them reverantly, which only made Harry grow harder to to his embarassment. “These must be protected at all costs,” Malfoy continue. “ Wizarding museums wil lthank me in time for the care and attention I’m putting into this.”
Harry suddenly discoered that his writes were immovable. “Um,” he asid,” hyou should probably get on with it. Just in the interests of time.”
“Oh, is the saviour getting restless?” Malfoy asked snidely as he bared Harry’s lower half. “Does he have more important things to be doing?”
“Nol, but the saviour is suddenly concerned abot the rate at which the devicl’s snare is spreading,” Harry said, feeling his brathing speed upl.
“Do you trist me?” Malfoy said suddenly, looking Harry in the eyes and sound ing nothing like his usual, sarcastic, snide self.
Harry felt the vines spreading down his forearms and closed his eyes. “Yes,” he croacked.
“Good,” Malfoy said, amd proceeded to engulgf Harry’ cock in his mouth. “Rmeember the safeword.”
“Fuck,” Harry breathed. His eyes remiande closed as he focuse on what was going on below his wasit. “Jesus christ, Malfoy.” HE involuntarily tugged against the devil’s snare, feeling its restrain the motion of his arms.
Malfoy popped off long eough to ay “We’re just getting stated Potter,” before fillign his miouth with Harry’s cokkkkk.
Harry grunted. “God, malfoy, how did i t take a researhc project to get us here?”
“/if you mention school one more time while I’m suck ing you off...” Malfoy left the thread unelaborated as eh began playing with Harry’s bollocks.
At that moment, they both heard the sound of a squeealing hinge and froze. Harry could feel the slow, inescapable progress of rhe devil’s snare over his forearms as he lay on the transfigured bed, and Malfoy raised his head just out of range of his cock, provideing a terrible pleasure as he breathed on it, trying not to make too much noise.
“Malfoy,” Harry hissed. “Extinguish the lumos.”
“Nox,” Malfoy whispered, and they were both plugned into near darkenss, illuminated only by the slivers of the moon that reached the rearmost part of the greenhouse.
They both stood stil; unmovingm listening as footsteps approached from the front of the greenhouse, praying that the woudl stop and turn aorund. Harry willed his erection to recede, but found the sensation of devil’s snare slowly wrapping itself around his arms to be exceedingly distracting. As the steps finally reached the back room where they were lying, a femle voice called “Lumos!” and the room was oinece agian flooded with ethereal lgight.
To Harry’s horror, Pansy Parkinson, prefect of the eighth year students, was standing at the entrance. Her ever-present smirk was in full display as she took in the view of Harry’s botomless form in the clutch of devils’ snare, with Malfoy fully clothed but with his face way too close to Harry’s naked, erect cock to be reasonably explained away.
“Er,” Harry said impotently.
“Out of bed aftre hours?” Pansy asked, voice alight with curousity. “My my. How... scandalous.”
“It’s not what it-” Harry began, graspin at straws.”
“Pansy, would you exinguish that ight, please?” Malfoy asked, soundign remarkably composed for the situation. “Potter nad I are engaged in an important resarch experiemnt, and it would be a shame if you corrupted our data.”
“Resarch, is it?” Pansy asked, sounding delighted.
“Pansy, the lgith!” Malfoy ordered, and Harry felt himself grow improbably harder. The devil’s snare had ensnared both his forearms at this point, and he had no real ability to manipulate his arms. Pansy whispered a “nox” and they were left in shards of moonlight. “Thank you,” Malfoy said, still sounding as if he were in control of the situation. “Potter,” Malfoy whispered, “will it bother you if Pansy observes our.. research?”
“I can close my eyes,” Pansy called out. “Or lave. I would hate to get in the way of... science.”
Harry opened his eyes. Pansy was still standing in the doorway; he couldn’t see much but she didn’t seem to be at risk of busting them, and he coudl hear... something in Malfoy’s voice. Something that made him want to continue. “The science will continue whether you’re hear or not,” he finally said. “If hyou wnat to to stay...” He blushed, and couldn’t bring himself to finsih the thought, but he forced himself to say “Malfoy, you may resume the experiement.”
Rather than placng his mouth back over Harry’s cock, Malfoy instaed reached up and ran his hand up the tender underside of it. “I thnnk it’s time to move on to the nest phase of the research, do’t hou, Potter?” he asked.
Harry’s breath hitched. “Indeed, Malfoy”, he managed to grind out. “Please proceed with the experient.”
He heard Malfoy whisper the lubrication charm that they had grown so adept at casting, and felt a wetness coat his insides. “Hurry,” he whiserped, as the devil’s snare reached past his elbows and began to progress along his biceps. HE mentally recited the safeword to himself, practicing it in case he needed to use it quickyl.
He heard the sound of Malfoy unzipping his trousers (how hhad that be ome a sound he recognized in only two month of these sorts of rendesvzous?), and then felt tje delectable sensation of Malfoy ‘s cockhead rubbing along his entrance. “Is this what you had in mind, Potter?” Malfoy asked, gasping for breath. “Is this next phase of our research?”
“Yes,” Harry agsped, arching his back and pressing forward against Malfoy’s cock. “Please.”
“So eager, Potter,” Malfoy murmered, inserting a pinger insode Hiarry. “So wanton.”
“Yes,” Harry repeated breathily. He was desperate; he wanted nothing except Malfoy at that moment. He craved the touch of Malfoy’s fingers, widening him, preparing him. He yearned to reach down and rub Malfoy’s bulge, but he couldn’t.
“Does the chsoen one want to be the subject of science?”” Malfoy asked, inserting a second finger. “Should I be taking notes right now?”
“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy,” Harry gasped, as he rutted against the new pressure inside of him. “Fuck me laready.”
“As you wish,” Malfoy said, removing his fingers and replacing the with his cock. Harry moaned as he felt the extar girth inside of him, and he wrenched his wrists against the restraints of the Devivl’s Snare that had made their way almost to his shoulders at this point.
Malfoy began to thrust into Harry, and it took Harrty a moment to notice a sound coming from the doorway of the rom they were occuping. It was a breathy sond, and in Harry’s distracted state it took him a moment to realize that it was someone, Pansy Parkinson, breathing hard, and he could barely emcompass the thought – by the lgiht of her lumos, Pansy Parkinson was leaning against the doorway of the back greenhouse room with a hand down her trousers, as Draco Malfoy fucked him on a transfigured bed and Devil’s Snare slowly extended its reach across his upper body.
At that moment, Malfoy reached out with both hands and flicked Harry’s nipples, and Harry coldn’t ocntain it any longer. He groaned as his cock erupted, spurting all over Malfoy’s stomach as he continued to thrust intoi Harry and press against that wonderful spot inside of him.
In the light of Pansy’s spell, Malfoy was wide-eyed, iwth eyes only for Harry. “I’m going to...” he whispered. “I’m...”
“Yes,” Harry told him, already exhausted. “Come for me.e”
Malfoy moaned, and Harrt felt him erupt inside of him. He closed his eyes again, savouring the feeling, as he felt Malfoy collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. After several momnets, eh finally raise his head. “Malfoy?” he asked.
“Mmm,” Malfoy responded, but all he did was shift the position of his head on Harry’s chest.
“Remember how you asked me if I trusted you earlier?” Harry asked.
“Mmmm,” Malfoy said again.
“Longbottom,” Harry said, feeling the Devil’s snare reach his shoulders and begin to inch past towards his neck. “Seriously, Longbottom.”
“Oh my god,” Pansy said from the doorway. “Is that...”
“Pansy,” Malfoy said steadily, “you need to not say anything right now.” He raised himself up over Harry’s torso and extracted his cock from Harry’s ass, and in a feat that Harry definitely did not find attractive whatsoever, cast a nonverbal spell that seveed all of the the devils’ snare vines that wer restraining Harry in one go.
Harry felt the release of the vines and let out a breath of reliefl. HE had enjoyed the sensation of being resstrained; he could admit that. However, knowing that he had full control over his arms, and the restof his torso, left him feeling giddy. He sat up, heedless of the vines, and embraced Malfoy as he attempted to clean himself upl.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Well, aynthing in the name of research,” Malfoy muttered, as he did up his pants and trousers.
There was a whispered “Nox”, then they both heard a zip fromm the doorway of the greenhouse room. “You should both know that I had an exceptionally boritng shift tonight,” Pansy said. “I was scheduled to check the greenouses, but there was nothing to report.”
“Any chance you know when hyour next greenhouse shift will be?” Harry found himself asking boldy.
“Should be next Sunday,” Pansy said, already sounding further away.
Malfoy glanced at Harry, and he felt himself nodding at his... fuck-buddy? Research partner? ...Friend?. “What a coincidence,” Malfoy said. “We’ve got a research experiement scheduled on that evening.” Whatever it was, Harry was sure they could figure it out by next Sunday. He already felt himself getting excited just thinking about it.
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Date: 2020-07-28 04:36 pm (UTC)Baaaahahahaha snarky Draco FTW.
“It’s not what it-” Harry began, graspin at straws.”
LOL
They both deserve Os for their research. And so do you, MA.
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Date: 2020-08-02 09:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-07-28 06:31 pm (UTC)“Oh, is the saviour getting restless?” Malfoy asked snidely as he bared Harry’s lower half. “Does he have more important things to be doing?”
“Nol, but the saviour is suddenly concerned abot the rate at which the devicl’s snare is spreading,” Harry said, feeling his brathing speed upl.
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lol thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-28 06:36 pm (UTC)“I can’t believe I find you the least bit attrative,” Malfoy said.
Malfoy is ON POINT in this fic! Very fun, smoking hot and weirdly, very easy to imagine it actually happening! Love the voyeuristic angle on it all too.
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-28 08:47 pm (UTC)Very hot and sexy, MA! And you had me laughing already with the author's notes!!
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-29 01:10 am (UTC)So many great lines here; strong characterizations, too.
“Why, because I’m unhinged?” Harry asked, very intelligently and delightfuflly (in his ipinoin).
Hahaha. Too bad others don't share that opinion.
“Potter, when you told me you wanted to, and I quote! ‘Get frisky in the greenshoue’, I was really imaginign something seixier than a pop quiz. This seems more like Longbottom’s thing.”
Love your snarky Draco.
"if it’s something like 'fucking while a mandrak plant is cscream ing at me' this time, I’m going to have to bow out.”
Priceless.
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:15 pm (UTC)🍹
Date: 2020-07-29 02:40 am (UTC)Bwahaha!
Magic is so useful.
Bwahaha!
Hee!
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Date: 2020-07-29 04:46 am (UTC)So good!
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-07-29 09:05 pm (UTC)before fillign his miouth with Harry’s cokkkkk.
It was quite legible up til lthen Was someone getting excited here? ;)
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Date: 2020-07-30 08:45 pm (UTC)“Hee hee, rubbed off,” Harry said, because secretly he was twelve years old at heart.
ahahahahahah how delightfully juvenile. i already love these two
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-08-01 10:32 pm (UTC)These lines are EVERYTHING.
I love the hotness. And research-based porn is a particular favorite of mine :) Thank you, MA!
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Date: 2020-08-02 10:14 pm (UTC)