Title: Someone to Watch Over Me
Word count: ~900
Warnings: dub-con, BDSM, voyeurism. Unbetaed - written in haste, to be repented at leisure!
Summary: Harry had thought agreeing to go home with Malfoy was risky enough in itself, without adding in extra complications.
Author's Notes: for marianna_merlo. Happy Birthday, my dear! I really tried to put on my big girl's pants and write something that was up your street. *Points excitedly at dub-con warning* It's still far far too tame, of course, but I hope it might make you smile anyway. *shakes head* Poor Harry.
Edited to add: AUGH, I have spent half an hour trying to fix the paragraphs on here, but LJ does not want it to have paragraphs, and I am now beyond caring. So sorry. Hope it's still readable :-(
Also written for homebrewbingo prompt: power issues
They Apparated into Malfoy's bedroom, clutching one another as if clinging to a lifebelt in a stormy sea. Harry had fistfuls of Malfoy's hair, and was eagerly plundering Malfoy's mouth with his tongue, while Malfoy was groping Harry's arse and using it as leverage to slide his erection deliciously against Harry's hip.
Harry ran his hands greedily all over Malfoy's back and panted into his mouth. "Really shouldn't have Apparated while distracted." He grinned. "Better check all over to make sure you didn't get Splinched." He began to pull at Malfoy's robes, tearing off buttons in his haste to remove them.
A delighted giggle came from the other side of the room.
Harry broke free from Malfoy's grasp, spinning around to find the source of the noise.
"Malfoy? Who the fuck is that?"
Malfoy glanced over, unperturbed. "Oh, that's just Marianna. Pay her no mind."
Harry's mouth hung open. "Pay her no mind? Malfoy, she's sitting in an armchair facing the bed... watching everything we do!"
Malfoy gestured airily. "She likes to watch. Don't be a spoilsport, Potter. She's no trouble at all – except for when she dribbles on the upholstery. Or sometimes gets a little carried away, shouting out suggestions." He gave a warning frown in Marianna's direction.
Harry hissed into Malfoy's ear, looking increasingly uncomfortable. "Malfoy... when I agreed to come here... I meant I was up for spending the night with you. I don't think I'm up for anything like this."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. Suddenly his wand was in his hand, and before Harry could react, he flicked it casually in Harry's direction. Slender, strong ropes sprang from the end of the wand, neatly looping around Harry's wrists and cinching tightly. Harry jerked in alarm, and instantly began to struggle against the bonds, trying to reach his wand, but Malfoy merely responded with another desultory swish and the ropes jolted Harry backwards. He was dragged onto the bed, arms above his head, where the ropes pinioned him tightly, attaching themselves conveniently to two iron rings which were fixed there. Harry bucked and kicked, using all his strength to pull against the magical restraints.
"I don't believe you appear to have much choice in the matter," said Draco, apparently offhand.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry's face was flushed with effort.
Malfoy did not reply, but with a series of further flicks and passes from his wand, Harry's ankles were secured against the bed in a similar manner to his wrists, his legs spread wide and held firmly.
Harry fought futilely against the unyielding ropes, then let out a deep growl from his throat, his eyes blazing furiously. "Malfoy, you can't do this!"
Malfoy's lips twitched in a cruel smirk. "Ah, but I can. And, indeed, I will."
He waited, apparently soaking up the sight, then stepped closer to gesture with his wand in a lazy line from Harry's throat, down towards his feet. Almost regretfully, he whispered "Evanesco," and the next moment Harry lay bound and naked except for his brief white underwear.
Harry gave a fierce cry of frustration and humiliation. He was utterly helpless, and he knew it.
Malfoy gazed at him dispassionately; a slight sweat breaking out on his top lip was the only sign that the scene before him was of any particular interest. His eyes roved across Harry's body, taking in the firm chest, and puckered nipples. The flat stomach, with the line of messy dark hair which disappeared under the fabric of Harry's close-fitting pants. And the very intriguing bulge pressing against the material, seeming to swell and twitch a little as Malfoy let his attention wander over that area. A movement from the armchair distracted him, and Malfoy threw a polite smile in Marianna's direction.
Harry's eyes darted to Marianna furiously. "She's taking notes!" he yelled in outrage.
"Well, naturally," drawled Malfoy, leaning over the bed to run one perfectly-manicured finger down Harry's chest. "These Muggles, they don't have Pensieves. How else do you expect her to remember all the details?" He reached Harry's nipple and delicately twisted it between his thumb and finger, observing Harry's look of discomfort intently.
"You sick fucker, Malfoy." Harry's face screwed up as Malfoy pinched and twisted just a little more. "What does she need to remember all the details for, anyway?"
"So that she can tell all her friends, of course, Potter! We're going to give them such an interesting tale to share, tonight, aren't we? It would be, oh, such a terrible waste, not to take advantage of your presence here."
Harry swallowed hard as Malfoy beckoned with his wand and Summoned first a blindfold, followed by a vial of oil. He hesitated for a moment, considering the options. Marianna cleared her throat, signalling discreetly to get Malfoy's attention. "The dildo," she said softly. Malfoy frowned at the intrusion. "It is my birthday," she said, pouting slightly. Malfoy rolled his eyes, but Summoned the dildo nonetheless.
Then, after a few moments' thought, a leather tawse followed, flying into his waiting hand. Marianna's eyes widened a little, but she smiled and bent her head over her page again. Malfoy left the first three items on the bed, the last he stroked tenderly along Harry's face. Harry's chest rose and fell rapidly and he closed his eyes. Malfoy let the tawse drag softly against his lips, noting Harry's shivers as he did so.
Malfoy paused to take it all in. Two pairs of eyes watched the ragged rise and fall of Harry's chest. The room was quiet except for the harsh sound of Harry's breathing, and the soft scratch of Marianna's pen flying across the paper. Malfoy nodded approvingly at her. Everything was quite perfect.
"Your birthday, hmm?" Malfoy had turned back to Harry, but spoke indulgently to Marianna, as if to a favourite niece or nephew. "Well, well, well. Let's see if we can make it one to remember."