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I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
16th-Jan-2009 10:16 am
Converse: black
Title: Patience
Word count: 1500
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: PWP. Harry has never been patient.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Warnings: D/s
Authors Notes: Begun for dracoharry100’s challenge patience, yonks ago; completed at lavillanueva’s prompting, since otherwise I wouldn’t have written anything today. Thank you hon!

Harry had never had patience; Draco knew that. The silly little twink should’ve known better than to saunter into Harry’s Auror cubicle and loosen his tie. It was hot; sweat moistened the pale skin of his neck. Draco undid three buttons of his stiff-collared shirt, exposing the edges of his collarbones, like blades shifting dangerously under his damp skin. Draco’s arrogant chin was as sharp as his collarbones: touching him wouldn’t be easy.

He could’ve kissed him, until Draco was warm and sweet as toffee pudding, soft and pliable – but the shock of forcing him compliant was so much better.


Draco wasn’t looking at Harry, not concentrating, when he said, “so, d’you think we need to talk to the Pritchards again or...”

A hand closed about his right wrist as it lowered. It was gripping too hard, and the sudden hold had Draco choking on his gasp.

Harry had no patience for misbehaviour. He should have been looking at Harry, not vaguely staring.

His skin whitened under the pressure of Harry’s fingers.

He didn’t fight when Harry led him down the hall by his wrist, though his cheeks burned and his ears were full of the snickers.

The door slammed.


The moment the bathroom door shut behind them, Harry let go of Draco’s wrist, pulling him forward a bit as he did so, impatient. Draco stumbled past him with a small, confused sound. He found his balance and turned to stare, his pupils expanding in worry. Harry grinned, his mouth curling round savagery, looking at his Draco with those big eyes and that soft mouth, his hair falling into heat-induced disarray. He tried to be so adult, with his ties and robes and collared shirts; but he always got messy, like a little boy playing dress up.

“Aren’t you sweet?”


Draco shivered unwillingly under the words, feeling the heat of Harry’s heavy stare press against him, pushing him to the floor. He stayed on his feet, but it took effort. Harry came towards him with heavy, authoritative steps. A hand fell onto his shoulder, and Draco’s eyelids fluttered drunkenly. He swallowed, smelling Harry’s sweat.

“Down on the floor,” Harry whispered.

“It’s dirty,” Draco whined. Then a sudden clap of thunder, and Draco’s cheek was burning. Harry’s eyes were angry, like some brooding god, and held none of that occasional indulgent patience that Draco liked to abuse.

He lowered his eyes.


His white-blond lashes fluttered coyly as he lowered his eyes, and Harry clenched his teeth. That cool, sweet attitude was so false; the blazing handprint on the pale cheek marked him for what he was. Heated little harlot, sly and cunning; pretending to be an ice prince, above it all, when really...

“Aah.” An approving sigh as Draco sunk down, his knees hitting the dirty, pitted tiles of the floor. His head hung down, and Harry palmed the soft hair, imagining his colleagues walking into this public bathroom to see the truth of what Draco really was.

“My good boy.”


Harry’s voice was heavy as treacle, trapping Draco still further in this overheated wonderland. His hair was pulled harshly, tugging his head forward. He exhaled softly, and Harry’s cock swelled still further, hot and swollen against its constraint.

Then Harry was fumbling, undoing his flies with the hand not holding Draco’s head still. His red, angry cock sprang out, almost hitting Draco’s face. He opened his mouth; it was soft around the hoped-for shape, but Harry didn’t feed his cock into Draco’s mouth. He kept him just out of reach. Draco strained forward, mouth tender and aching to be filled.


Harry saw Draco’s lips pout around nothing, wanting his cock. No. Draco had to learn he didn’t control their encounters: couldn’t wander into Harry’s cubicle without permission, couldn’t suck Harry off as if it were his right. Harry’s hand tightened angrily in Draco’s hair, drawing a pained cry and forcing Draco’s head back, exposing a bobbing Adam’s apple, and pale skin cruelly cut off by that stupid shirt.

Harry’s cock throbbed, and he longed to sheath it in Draco’s heat.

He let go of Draco’s hair, and the blond collapsed to hands and knees like a marionette with cut strings.


Draco was overwrought, and breathing hard. A sharp, hot pain pierced his chest at being denied. He enjoyed giving head, he was good at it, why –

Harry walked behind him. Draco felt himself tense, and Harry laughed softly. It made Draco’s cheeks prickle with renewed heat, but there was no point in pretending that Harry didn’t intimidate him when he was like this – although Draco still tried, sometimes.

Harry knelt behind him, and whispered a Disillusionment charm. Now no one would see him, but he was under no illusions: it was there because Harry didn’t want his own dignity damaged.


There. Now no one would see Draco, and Harry could do this: peel his tight trousers down to expose his round arse and tender thighs, reach for his ever-present little lube bottle and press a slicked finger inside. Draco clenched around him, moaning softly. Harry just knew his eyes were tightly shut, his lips parted around the moan, that delectable flush rising again on his pale face. He’d learnt the way Draco looked when he did this – scissoring two fingers now, stretching the hole that was so obviously untouched between their encounters – and the memory had his cock throbbing needily.


Harry knew he shouldn’t be doing this: his job with the Aurors wasn’t that secure, that he could risk it this way. But the power: it sent adrenaline rushing through his veins, lust singing through his veins. He pulled his fingers from Draco, and listened to the hoarse, protesting moan. “Ssh, you’ll be so full soon.”

“Yes, please....” Draco groaned. Harry grinned, thinking how amazed the others would be at how polite Draco could be.

He gripped Draco’s hips, not bothering to lube himself, and pushed in.

Draco groaned, the sound low and full-throated, and pushed back into the feeling.


Harry bucked once, his hips smacking against Draco’s buttocks. Then he got himself under control, and aimed a hard smack at Draco’s arsecheek. He left a large, burning red handprint behind, counterpart to the one on Draco’s face. The blond whimpered.

“Little slut,” Harry hissed. He thrust as he groaned out the words. “Pretending you’re so aloof, like I’ll dirty you with my touch. Do you feel dirty now?”

Draco didn’t reply, just whined breathlessly. Harry narrowed his eyes, and let Draco take his weight so he could reach round. He pinched Draco’s tiny, hardened nipples through his sweat-damp shirt.


Draco pushed his chest into the rough stimulation: so predictable. Harry grinned against the sweat-slick skin, and bit that pale neck as he fucked him. Draco, vocal as ever, moaned and Harry felt the vibration against his mouth as he sucked at Draco’s skin.

Draco was bucking helplessly now, his body jerking to Harry’s movements. Harry squeezed his nipples again, loving the way he could steal all control. Perhaps he wasn’t the best Auror in history, but who could doubt Harry’s power when he could do this?

He could ban Draco from coming. He could demand the truth of him.


“Are you plotting something?” he demanded.

“No – no – ” Draco got out, “I’m not – ”

“I’ll punish you for lying, Draco,” Harry warned.

“I’m not – ”

The threat of punishment pushed Draco too far: with a cry, he came apart under Harry, shaking with orgasm. His helplessness against Harry’s manipulations – his sweet cry – his convulsions – it all spiralled in Harry’s head and he followed him over the edge.

They slipped to the filthy floor together. Harry waved his wand and cleaned it, then locked the door, finally. Draco gave a pleased rumble: Harry didn’t let him use magic when they were together.


Draco smiled to himself, hiding his face in the curve of his arm. He pressed back against Harry’s sweaty torso, wanting the contact.

Harry did want him; he could feel it in his touch. And since he was a hero, Harry’d never hide the person he was sleeping with; he was honest about his feelings. Soon enough, Harry would give in: would ask him out to dinner, and maybe cuddle him so that Draco could pretend to be too Slytherin to want that. Would say clumsy, but sweetly earnest things and stroke his hair.

Draco just had to be patient.


Harry draped a possessive arm around Draco, and smirked to himself at the way Draco’s body went limp against him. So pliant, letting Harry hold him with a hand on his belly: so trusting. He looked so young when they did this: wide-eyed and shocked every time Harry hurt him; relaxed in Harry’s arms. It was no hardship at all to keep an eye on him, and Merlin knew that needed doing. He wasn’t paranoid.

Malfoy couldn’t be trusted. Everyone knew that.

But if he kept Draco under his thumb, surely it didn’t hurt anyone to fuck him like this.

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16th-Jan-2009 09:08 pm (UTC)
o man. i love how bittersweet this is. i also like how you managed to fit in so much in such a short story. the last section was the most potent - the contrast between draco's and harry's perceptions of each other was striking.
21st-Jan-2009 01:42 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Especially for this - i also like how you managed to fit in so much in such a short story. I'm usually pretty verbose so that is awesome to hear!

I'm glad you liked the ending, too. I love having them misunderstand each other. *is sadist*
21st-Jan-2009 01:51 am (UTC)
I'm usually pretty verbose so that is awesome to hear!

eheh well i'm a sucker for UBER-LONG stories so for me to be so pleased with this one also speaks volumes in your favour ;)

ps:- i recced this on my journal recently :)

Edited at 2009-01-21 01:52 am (UTC)
28th-Jan-2009 08:08 pm (UTC)
ICON LOVE. And thanks so much for the rec! I'll go and check it out shortly. :DD
16th-Jan-2009 11:55 pm (UTC)
Oh, the ending...I hope you would consider a follow up, whether it's fluffy or angsty (or maybe both).
18th-Jan-2009 05:06 am (UTC)
Thanks for the comment! I don't know about a follow-up - ambiguous can be fun. *is evol*
17th-Jan-2009 12:34 am (UTC)
HAWT. *w*

But a lito sad. D: Seems like it will be a disaster, but I think they both want the same things. x) SO IT WILL END UP HAPPY. D< I will choose to believe that. :3

Anyways, :0 With Draco acting all adult-like but being innocent and child-like, with agressive!top!Harry really reminded me of Daisychain!Draco and stories like that. XD
<33 Very nice. :DD
28th-Jan-2009 08:11 pm (UTC)
AHAHA ICON LOVE. Thank you v much, dahling.

And yes, choose to believe as you like, my sweet fluff lover! I should write some more of my smitten!Draco arc, now that I think about it - replying to a comment of yours has reminded me!

Thanks so much for the comment - having my porn compared to Aspen's is so glee-making, you have NO IDEA. Srsly. And I really enjoyed writing Draco this way, rather innocent and naive. Even though it makes me sad cos Harry is kind of taking out his issues on our ickle boy. *hugs him*
29th-Jan-2009 08:13 am (UTC)
xD YAY. <3 I am good at this reminding you to write thing. :D

♥ I totally have a soft spot for innocent and shy Draco. But yeah. D: Harryyy. BAD. *pushes him away from Draco and joins you in hugs*
17th-Jan-2009 12:53 am (UTC)
aaaaaah poor Draco, Harry should really treat him better!

Have you updated the story where Harry owns Malfoy Manor and inherits Draco along with the property? --> 'A little bonus' I think its called.
9th-Feb-2009 02:48 am (UTC)
OMG. I'm sorry I fail so hard at on-time replying! I do appreciate your comment muchly. And yes, Harry should definitely treat Draco better. He is a bad boy for taking his issues out on Draco.

I haven't updated A Little Bonus yet, I must admit. *face of shame*
17th-Jan-2009 07:52 am (UTC)
Oooh, harsh!Harry. That's both hot and a wee bit disturbing.
18th-Jan-2009 05:24 am (UTC)
He is v harsh in this one. *frowns at Harry for taking out his Issues on people*

Glad you found it hot, though. :D It's been a while since I posted smut, I wouldn't want to lose my powers!
18th-Jan-2009 12:54 am (UTC)
*poke* I'm still alive!!!! How are you lovely? Going into your second semester too? How has first year been?

Btw - Review: Slytherin!Harry, woop - keep telling yourself that, Harry, I'm sure Draco does need an eye kept on him...and a hand...and a cock...and a...

AND Hufflepuff!Draco? *sigh* Shame on you. Remain true!

Up for meeting up?
11th-Feb-2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
I AM ALSO STILL ALIVE. Not that I'm doing a good job of showing it. *fails at comment replyage*

And hey, this Draco's not Hufflepuffy! Just naive... and trusting... and... um.


I am totally up for meeting up, as soon as possible. It's been FAR too long. I'm loving first year so far, even though as ever my fic deadlines and essay deadlines are all in the same week.
18th-Jan-2009 06:36 am (UTC)
...Good lord, woman. Just when I think you can't get any better at smut, you write this. I'm just in awe of how much raw emotion you're able to give these characters while keeping it PWP. I have such a weakness for Dominant!Harry, and you do it so well... <3
21st-Jan-2009 05:08 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, babe. Your comments are always so happy-making! You know I love dom!Harry too, he's just awesome to write. *gets back to her dom!Harry smut*
22nd-Jan-2009 05:18 am (UTC)
Hehe, I love spreading smiles. =)
I think slash fanfiction is one of the main reasons why I've stayed in the HP fandom for so long... I just love what people can do with the characters.
20th-Jan-2009 08:28 am (UTC)
Oh no!!! I was hoping things would go Draco's way. But Harry! Oh this breaks my heart!
21st-Jan-2009 01:44 am (UTC)
Aww, poor thrnbrooke! Although I'm rather pleased that their tragic misunderstandings broke your heart. *is mean* Poor boys - Harry with his issues, and Draco having it taken out on him.
28th-Jan-2009 06:39 pm (UTC) - I met you on Friday...
...and I love you already.
Seriously, no joke, honest to whatever-God/Goddess-you-believe in ("oh dear Lord of smutty fics, please hear and answer my prayer..."). Love. Love you.
How did I ever walk through LJ without reading anything of yours?!
*is fangirling. I swear*

Moving on, the story is really good. I love it too. :D *grins*

18th-Jan-2010 01:06 pm (UTC) - Re: I met you on Friday...

I am rather flustered by this! But very flattered.

PS: am totally coming to Creative Writing on Wednesday.
18th-Jan-2010 09:29 pm (UTC) - Re: I met you on Friday...
This Wednesday is something about poetry. And Simon's arriving, so I don't know if I'll be there. On the other hand, I plan on being there on Friday!
19th-Jan-2010 06:21 am (UTC) - Re: I met you on Friday...
Yeah, I know - and I write poetry every so often. I reckon this one looks really good! I can't be there on Friday though - seminar.

So how long is Simon coming for?
19th-Jan-2010 10:18 pm (UTC) - Re: I met you on Friday...
'til Monday. I might go, depends on him.
26th-Mar-2011 04:04 pm (UTC)
Power, I like how you abuse it Harry. So naive Draco... *shakes head*

Oh well hotsex. :D aaah..... :)
26th-Mar-2011 08:12 pm (UTC)
:D Ikr! Poor naive Draco, thinking Harry loves him really, he'll come around, and Harry abusing his power over him :D
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