A deafening roar greeted Harry as he stepped into the Gryffindor commonroom, the sound was shattering, and it rang through his ears like an old church bell. He began to wade his way through the hordes of people towards his favourite squishy armchair by the fire. He was tired, and the warm and oh-so-lovely comfort of the blazing flames were waiting for him. A dozen slaps on the back and plenty of admiring compliments later, Harry collapsed into his seat next to Hermione. She was sitting with her legs curled beneath her, lounging happily whilst crookshanks purred contentedly from her lap. There was a rather large abundance of parchment balancing on top of crookshanks’ ginger head, and Hermione’s hair was looking as wild and bushy as ever; falling forward so that it covered her face and tickled the parchment beneath her. Harry sighed and looked around the scarlet commonroom. The party was in full swing now. He could see Fred dancing with Angelina quite enthusiastically underneath the huge banner that read “Go Gryffindor Lions!”  Music was echoing around the room, and although it was nearing half eleven, Professor Mcgonagall was just as pleased with their Gryffindor victory over Slytherin as her students were. Ron and Lavender were entwined in a far corner and they were in such a frenzy of hands and tongues, that it was impossible to tell one from the other.

“Harry, Fred and George were looking for you,” stated Hermione suddenly, “Oh and well done, you know for catching the snitch and all that…”

“Thanks, so where are Fred and George?” replied Harry, not at all surprised by Hermione’s blatant disinterest in quidditch.

“I’ve got no idea Harry, well Fred’s still dancing with Angelina and George – oof!”

There was a loud thump accompanied by a screech from Crookshanks. Harry looked up to see Hermione sprawled on the ground beneath her chair, which was now occupied by George Weasly.

“What did you have to go and push me out of my seat for?” Crookshanks was now trying to claw his way out from underneath Hermione’s legs and a cave of crumpled parchment.

George chose to ignore the question however, and simply proceeded to knock a bottle of ink from the arm of the chair, before turning and speaking to Harry.

“Need you to do us a favour mate.”

“Me? What is it? - and what’s in it for you?” he added.

Harry was instantly suspicious. Any favour the twins wanted doing was not going to be easy and it certainly was not going to keep him out of trouble.

“Eh, well not a favour so much, we just couldn’t be bothered going ourselves. See we’re out of party food, and well, seeing as Fred is otherwise engaged,” – he nodded his head in the direction of his twin. Fred was getting pretty cosy with Angelina now – “I was just wondering if you could head down to the kitchens to pick us up some more.”

Harry looked at George with one eyebrow raised.

“Is that it? You’re sure? You want me to fetch food?”

George laughed and propped his feet up on Hermione’s shoulders.

“Yes of course mate! What were you expecting me to ask you to do? Snog Draco Malfoy or something?” He chortled at his words, and Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Fine, okay. Just let me go get my cloak…”

Harry left Hermione and George by the fireplace and preceded towards the boys dormitories. Five minutes later he was edging out of the portrait hole with the cloak concealing him, and the marauders map clutched tightly in one hand.

It took him little time to make it down to the kitchens. Harry knew his way around Hogwarts well, and as luck would have it, Filch and Mrs Norris were nowhere to be seen. So without taking caution, Harry whipped of his cloak and stepped into the Hogwarts kitchens.


Draco was in a foul mood. He was stalking the corridors of the ground floor. Not only had he lost the final quidditch game of the season, he had just found out that bloody Pansy Parkinson had been cheating on him. Pansy Parkinson! The pug faced twit would pay for it of course. Nobody cheated on a Malfoy. No-one. It just did not happen.

But it did.

Yes but whose fault was that? Certainly not Draco’s. He was beyond perfection. Girls were practically licking the dirt from his feet (not that his feet were ever dirty). All the same, Draco couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry ebbing away at him. Surely he wasn’t loosing the infamous Malfoy powers of seduction? Never. Abolish the though. Why he could melt even that mudblood Granger if he set his mind to it.

I could get the next person who walked round that corner.

The thought seemed to reassure him a little.
It was true. He could reduce any person he chose into a puddle of helpless lust. Yes. . . Now that he thought about it, he had nothing to worry about. He didn’t need to prove himself to anyone, least himself.

All the same…

Draco turned the corner, he hadn’t been paying attention to where he was walking. He had a habit of going for night time strolls and just letting his legs carry him throughout the castle. He was passing a painting of two old witches whacking each other with broomsticks when he heard voices. Both of them he recognised, and one of them he hadn’t heard for a very long time. He placed two of his chalk white hands on the edge of the wall and peered round the corner.


Dobby was sitting on a small chair next to a huge oven in the kitchen. Pots and pans were dancing around the room, and only a few houselves were up; they were prancing around the kitchen tidying away odd assortments of cutlery and plates, cleaning up the countertops and doing anything else that needed doing before they turned in for the night. As Harry walked across the tiled floor, elf after elf stopped what they were doing to stoop into a very low bow in front of him. When at last he reached Dobby he noticed that the happy elf was sitting surrounded in boxes, filled with batches of sweets and chocolates. There was pink goo clattered all over Dobby’s green face and he jumped up when he saw Harry.

“Harry Potter sir!” he squealed gleefully, sinking into a bow so low his nose grazed the shining tiles,  “Dobby has the wheezy’s order sir!”

Dobby was jumping up and down whilst pointing a long elfin finger at the boxes around him. Harry noticed that quite a few of the boxes were open, and by the looks of it, they had been thoroughly rummaged through..

“Er, Thanks Dobby.”

Harry took the boxes, and after refusing many offers of drinks and delicious foods from the other houselves, he retreated to the door of the kitchen. With a few reassurances to Dobby that he would indeed return in the near future for a visit, he began to make his way back to the Gryffindor common room.

As he walked he opened one of the boxes and sneaked a look inside; Dobby had managed to eat the entire contents of the box, all except for a couple large bars of Honeydukes finest chocolate. The same could be said for almost all of the boxes. Apparently Dobby did not like chocolate. This concept suited Harry fine, because Harry was a bit of a chocoholic. He couldn’t get enough of the stuff. He began to open up one of the bars; it was a thick bar of dark, almost black chocolate. He was about to snap off a few pieces, ready to throw them into his mouth, when the sound of footsteps stopped him in his tracks.

Suddenly he was slammed against the cold stone wall of the corridor, his hands were pinned up beside his head and he found himself unable to speak. He could move his mouth, but no sound came.  He began to curse himself inwardly for not putting his cloak back on. He had been lulled into a false sense of security on the way down, and he had also completely forgotten to check the map for his return.

Harry heard the footsteps come closer although they were light on the wooden floor. He could scarcely make out a figure in the dark; the silhouette of a tall lithe man. He walked gracefully and Harry found it almost memorising as the dark shape moved closer towards him.  It was so dark in the corridor that only once the man’s face was inches away from his own could he make out the sneer now playing across his opponents face.

Malfoy.

Harry wriggled in his bonds, hardly believing his stupidity. He was now at the mercy of his worst enemy. Well - Second worst enemy.

Malfoy’s nose was almost touching Harry’s. There was a dull light illuminating his face. ( Harry guessed that it was most likely coming from Malfoy’s wand ) The light filled the contours of Malfoy’s face, and Harry hated himself for noticing how nicely they highlighted the pale gits chiselled features. Malfoy’s pastel pink lips parted and he spoke in a snide, yet horribly husky voice;

“Well, well, well. Look what we’ve got here.” He spoke to himself. His silvery blonde hair was curled over one equally silvery eye.

Harry stared Malfoy down. Emerald eyes meeting mist, in a moment of fury. Harry could practically see the cogs of Malfoy’s brain working behind those storm cloud irises. He wriggled again, more aggressively this time, trying desperately to break the invisible ropes that kept him pinned to the wall at Malfoy’s mercy. He tried again, to no avail.

Malfoy laughed throatily and grabbed Harry’s jaw. His hands were cold but strong and he kept Harry from writhing.

The last time he had fallen pray to Draco Malfoy he had ended up with a very bloody, and very broken nose.

Malfoy’s grip tightened and he moved closer. Harry felt his breathing hitch as Malfoy’s thigh pinned him harder into the wall, and he bucked his hips in silent protest. Harry blushed furiously as Malfoy’s flank was pressed forcefully upon his own. Instead Malfoy moved closer, pressing the whole of his body against Harry’s.  He could feel the idiot’s breath tickle his ears and the back of his neck and he struggled to suppress a shiver.

“So Potter. What will I do with you?” The ghost cornering Harry whispered, and at the end of his sentence he exhaled breathily into Harry’s ear.



“Hmmm??” he half groaned.

Draco was enjoying torturing the Gryffindor immensely. He found it enormously satisfying that Potter had actually blushed – blushed! – when Draco had pressed against his body. Potter’s cheeks were red hot, and Draco felt the seeker’s blush deepen when he twisted a lock of Potter’s midnight hair around his finger.  

Draco ruffled the black locks once more, and then moved his cold hands slowly down Potter’s neck, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. He stopped once he reached Potter’s chest, rising and falling unevenly now, and began to delicately trail his fingertips along the hem of Potter’s shirt.
He paused, then plunged his hands underneath the white material, touching as much flesh as he could. His hands felt around and delighted with every erotic shiver Potter made.  Now relishing the fact that the body he held was now frozen; Draco almost cooed in delight as Potter forgot to stop breathing. He thrust his hips forward, and  was very amused to feel Potter’s shaft, rock solid against his own. He withdrew his tools of torture and moved so that he was facing his opponent.

“How about Sectumsempra? Eh Potter?”  

The look Draco received told him all he needed to know.

“Or what about Crucio?”  He took out his want and applied a little bit of pressure underneath Potter’s neck. His victim tensed and Draco leaned in.

“What’s the matter Potter? Oh I know,”  - Draco thrust his hips forward again and Potter winced.

“Spells don’t break The Golden Boy do they?”

Draco took a step back and licked his lips, slowly. The bright green eyes shone in the dim light and the Slytherin delighted once more as they followed the path of his tongue.

“Yes. I think I know how to break The Chosen One.”

With a flick of his wand Draco levitated the boxes from around his feet, with another flick the five or six blocks of chocolate unravelled themselves and began to bounce around his head.


Harry watched, horrified as Malfoy stepped closer. He watched as the chocolate that was levitating around the Slytherin began to melt and swirl around in the air; slowly and gracefully. Malfoy sneered and pointed his wand at Harry. A small amount of chocolate detached from the rest and flew at him, it swirled right in front of his face, before caressing his cheek.  Harry gasped silently when it made contact. He heard a chuckle, and then felt Malfoy’s tongue, wet and rough glide along Harry’s cheek, spreading and licking up the dark gold.  More goosebumps rose in his skin as Malfoy licked his way to Harry’s mouth. Their lips met softly at first and Harry could taste the melted chocolate still wet on Malfoy’s lips.

Oh god! What am I doing?!

Then they deepened the kiss, his tongue penetrated Harry’s mouth and pushed forward demanding entry. Harry, who had been stiff as a board during the onslaught, relaxed slightly at the warm feeling of Malfoy and the delicious taste of the chocolate in his mouth. He cursed himself as he began to respond, twining his tongue with the other, running it along the roof of Malfoy’s mouth. He felt a pair of ice hands on his neck, then in his hair, and then finally they reached his shirt. Malfoy pulled away from Harry, a slightly suggestive smirk upon his perfectly kissable lips, and stepped back to take a look at his hostage. He then leaned forward and kissed a path down Harry’s front, ripping the buttons off of Harry’s shirt as he went. A barely audible gasp left Harry’s dry mouth as he felt Malfoy’s teeth brush his skin. The silencing spell did not seem to be affecting him anymore.  He began to pant as Malfoy reached his abdomen.  He could feel the trail of wet kisses, hard then soft, then hard again, burning. With a single swipe of his tongue Malfoy left a trail of saliva in Harry’s naval area.  A whimper from the dark one, and the blonde sighed into Harry’s midriff. All of a sudden Harry felt warm liquid sliding slowly down his chest and over his biceps. The feeling of the chocolate running down his body was unbearably frustrating, until it was lapped up quickly by Malfoy, who continued to content Harry by sucking lightly on one of his nipples.



Draco ran his tongue over Potter’s chest, applying pressure where and when necessary.  He pushed his body forwards, not caring if he was getting chocolate all over his best robes. Potter’s back was arched, his eyes were closed hiding those gorgeous green eyes, and his head was thrown back. Potter groaned suddenly. Draco realised what a good job he was doing of tormenting the boy when Potter’s hips thrust forward and he felt the boy’s member against his own embarrassingly aroused shaft. He almost moaned aloud but contented himself by bucking forward to meet Potter’s erection. Potter was pushing forward as far as his bonds would let him, and he loved how Harry’s face was contorted with frustration.  Draco pulled off his own shirt and felt a thrill of ecstasy as bare flesh met chocolaty bare flesh.



Harry gasped as the blonde proceeded to remove his trousers.  

Took him long enough, the bastard.

His loins were burning painfully and he felt like his back was going to snap. Malfoy kissed trail down to Harry’s throbbing member. Cold long fingers devoured and enveloped Harry as he surpassed a groan. He continued to moan throatily as Malfoy moved up and down in a series of strokes.
That’s much better….

“Fuck Malfoy!” Harry half yelled it as his back arched. He was so close….

All of a sudden the wonderful stroking motion had stopped and Harry almost screamed in frustration. He looked down gasping and panting for breath, to see Malfoy looking up at him with those sardonic eyes.

“Well Potter.” He sneered and flicked a ringlet of silver away from his eyes. Harry was swiftly taken over by an urge to run his fingers through the silver hair.

“Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle.” He then ran his tongue slowly, ever so slowly from the base of Harry’s shaft to the head in one movement. The gesture left Harry squirming.  When he opened his eyes they focussed on Malfoy’s, which were now level with his own.

“Malfoy…”

“Want me to carry on Potter? Finish the job? You know I’m half tempted just to leave you here…”

“No! Malfoy … I err.. oh for fucks sake!”

“Whatever is the matter?” he replied in a mock-pity voice.

“Just get on with it.” Harry grimaced.

“Very well Potter…once you give me the magic word.”

“The magic word? Are you kidding me!” Harry thrashed, as Malfoy leaned in so that his mouth was just by Harry’s ear.

“Say Please.”



Draco could have sung “jingle bells” and jumped up and down when Potter’s lips parted. He watched gleefully as he saw the hate twist in the Gryffindor’s eyes.  He was also sure that he felt his loins shout triumphantly, when he heard Potter whisper, so quietly he barley heard it – “Please!”

Draco snarled dominantly. He made his way down again and covered Potter’s member entirely and elated as the boy shivered and gasped. He got to work quickly, making sure that Potter would remember this as the best experience of his life. He revelled as he realised the idiot Gryffindor would never forgive himself for letting this happen…

It happened sooner than Draco had anticipated. He really had done a good job. Potter’s back arched, Draco felt his whole body tense and then the salty taste hit the back of his throat.

He stood up, essence of Potter seeping from the side of his mouth and ran his tongue along  Harry’s panting lips. He took hold of Potter’s jaw once more and moved his face so that their noses were almost touching again.

“Why it was no bother at all Potter… no bother at all.”

And with his final words he ran one long, elegant index finger down Potter’s heaving chest, scooping up the cooling chocolate.  When he brought the finger up to his mouth, he tasted chocolate with a mix of Potter. He almost laughed out loud at the combination.



Harry struggled to get his breathing back to normal as he watched Malfoy turn on his heel and stalk so gracefully down the corridor. It wasn’t until he saw the green tinged hem of a robe disappear behind the far corner did he feel the bonds imprisoning him break. Harry collapsed to the ground, hardly believing what had just happened. Nobody would believe him anyway! Not that he was ever going to tell anybody!  He had just let Draco Malfoy…

Harry shook his head, as if to gather his thoughts. He gathered up his empty boxes of chocolate and Scourgified  himself. Glad that the pain snapped him back to his senses a little, he began to make his way back up to the commonroom. He let out  a deep sigh. There was no evidence that it had even happened… It was his word against Malfoy’s. Harry shook his head once more.  The ghostly image of two pearly silver eyes kept playing across his mind…