Fic: And now I know who you are
Title: And now I know who you are
Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco interrupts a private screening and realises fantasies can become reality
Warning: Bondage allusions and porn watching
Rating: Pg-13
Prompt: "I like your pants around your feet." for AWDT
Word Count: 804
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Draco smiled wryly.
Draco slipped from behind the large drape and into the darkened room. There were lots of faces he recognised, it just took him a bit by surprise seeing them all here. It was rare to see members from all the Houses together in one place, unless they were in the Great Hall, which they were not. Zabini stood up in the darkness, a strange scene playing over his body, like a projection from an unseen source.
“I can explain,” Zabini whispered, “It’s a secret though, you can’t tell anyone.”
Draco pushed past a couple of Ravenclaw sixth years, “I have no idea what’s going on, so it will be hard keeping anything secret until you tell me. Why are you whispering?”
“Shut it, Malfoy, some of us are trying to enjoy ourselves.”
Draco shot Potter’s red-headed friend a look that had actually been known to make a few First years wet themselves. If Weasley was here there was a good chance that Potter was also somewhere close by. He scanned the room and saw him trying to hide near a table with some drinks on it.
“Alright, explain.” Draco folded his arm, this was all a little too strange.
“There’s this thing,” Blaise pointed to a glowing bowl with what looked like a telescope and a gramophone attached to it ”and it takes things and makes them real... sort of.”
“I don’t know if I had been able to go on without that eloquent description, Blaise,” Draco’s hand shot up and smacked Blaise on the forehead, “you dolt.”
A lanky blonde boy materialised beside Blaise, Draco recognised him, he was the one who always had that camera round his neck, taking pictures and prying around like Nancy Drew. Not that he read Nancy Drew but he had heard that was what she did when she wasn’t trying to…
“It’s a Pornsieve.” the boy stammered, interrupting his thoughts of Miss Drew and the Hardy’s.
“A what?”
“A Pornsieve, it takes a sexual fantasy and it beams it out so everyone can see.” Colin drew Draco’s attention to the large screen that they were apparently blocking.
“So, this is some kind of perverted Boys Club is it?” Draco’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Will you sit down and enjoy the show or get out.” Weasley shouted.
“I was just going to ask if I could get a mug of Butterbeer and a seat. I see there’s one beside you, Potter, don’t mind, do you?” Draco grabbed a sloshing tankard and plopped down beside a clearly disgruntled Potter.
The screen came to life once again, as an eerie glow emanated from the bowl and was splashed across the room. It showed a dark scene, it was a change room and from the looks of the colours on the wall, Gryffindor‘s.
“So, who’s fantasy is this?” Draco asked.
He saw Harry’s face drain of all colour, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“You look a bit peaky, Potter; maybe you’ve seen enough.” Draco patted Harry on the leg.
That’s when he heard a familiar voice, for a second he thought it was his fathers, then he realised it was his. How could that be, if he wasn’t speaking? Draco looked up at the screen, there he was, for all to see. At first he wasn’t sure it was him, he didn’t own any black leather pants or a spiked dog collar. If he did own a collar it would have been on a dog, not around his own throat.
“Drop them.” said a voice in the shadows, familiar, but sexier.
The chain that was attached to the collar was yanked and the Draco on the screen started to unbutton his pants. There was a lot of whooping and hollering from the crowd. Draco was intrigued as to who they had managed to garner this fantasy from. He was about to protest, when he saw his arse was exposed for all to see. He knew it was his, he recognised the scar he had gotten from the cane. A second round of cheers erupted and he decided he‘d let them enjoy the show.
“I like your pants around your feet.” the chain wielder said, coming into view, the scar on his forehead now evident.
“I love the way you can’t say no.” Draco’s onscreen persona drawled, as he leant forward and kissed Harrys's Quidditch boots..
Draco shot out of his chair, his Butterbeer spilling all over the floor. He glared at Potter and then he tried catching up with his feet, which were half way across the room already. As the crowd cat-called and cheered both the screen and his exit, he made for the door.
“Draco, wait,” Harry shouted, chasing after him, “I can explain.”
Characters: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco interrupts a private screening and realises fantasies can become reality
Warning: Bondage allusions and porn watching
Rating: Pg-13
Prompt: "I like your pants around your feet." for AWDT
Word Count: 804
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Draco smiled wryly.
Draco slipped from behind the large drape and into the darkened room. There were lots of faces he recognised, it just took him a bit by surprise seeing them all here. It was rare to see members from all the Houses together in one place, unless they were in the Great Hall, which they were not. Zabini stood up in the darkness, a strange scene playing over his body, like a projection from an unseen source.
“I can explain,” Zabini whispered, “It’s a secret though, you can’t tell anyone.”
Draco pushed past a couple of Ravenclaw sixth years, “I have no idea what’s going on, so it will be hard keeping anything secret until you tell me. Why are you whispering?”
“Shut it, Malfoy, some of us are trying to enjoy ourselves.”
Draco shot Potter’s red-headed friend a look that had actually been known to make a few First years wet themselves. If Weasley was here there was a good chance that Potter was also somewhere close by. He scanned the room and saw him trying to hide near a table with some drinks on it.
“Alright, explain.” Draco folded his arm, this was all a little too strange.
“There’s this thing,” Blaise pointed to a glowing bowl with what looked like a telescope and a gramophone attached to it ”and it takes things and makes them real... sort of.”
“I don’t know if I had been able to go on without that eloquent description, Blaise,” Draco’s hand shot up and smacked Blaise on the forehead, “you dolt.”
A lanky blonde boy materialised beside Blaise, Draco recognised him, he was the one who always had that camera round his neck, taking pictures and prying around like Nancy Drew. Not that he read Nancy Drew but he had heard that was what she did when she wasn’t trying to…
“It’s a Pornsieve.” the boy stammered, interrupting his thoughts of Miss Drew and the Hardy’s.
“A what?”
“A Pornsieve, it takes a sexual fantasy and it beams it out so everyone can see.” Colin drew Draco’s attention to the large screen that they were apparently blocking.
“So, this is some kind of perverted Boys Club is it?” Draco’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Will you sit down and enjoy the show or get out.” Weasley shouted.
“I was just going to ask if I could get a mug of Butterbeer and a seat. I see there’s one beside you, Potter, don’t mind, do you?” Draco grabbed a sloshing tankard and plopped down beside a clearly disgruntled Potter.
The screen came to life once again, as an eerie glow emanated from the bowl and was splashed across the room. It showed a dark scene, it was a change room and from the looks of the colours on the wall, Gryffindor‘s.
“So, who’s fantasy is this?” Draco asked.
He saw Harry’s face drain of all colour, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
“You look a bit peaky, Potter; maybe you’ve seen enough.” Draco patted Harry on the leg.
That’s when he heard a familiar voice, for a second he thought it was his fathers, then he realised it was his. How could that be, if he wasn’t speaking? Draco looked up at the screen, there he was, for all to see. At first he wasn’t sure it was him, he didn’t own any black leather pants or a spiked dog collar. If he did own a collar it would have been on a dog, not around his own throat.
“Drop them.” said a voice in the shadows, familiar, but sexier.
The chain that was attached to the collar was yanked and the Draco on the screen started to unbutton his pants. There was a lot of whooping and hollering from the crowd. Draco was intrigued as to who they had managed to garner this fantasy from. He was about to protest, when he saw his arse was exposed for all to see. He knew it was his, he recognised the scar he had gotten from the cane. A second round of cheers erupted and he decided he‘d let them enjoy the show.
“I like your pants around your feet.” the chain wielder said, coming into view, the scar on his forehead now evident.
“I love the way you can’t say no.” Draco’s onscreen persona drawled, as he leant forward and kissed Harrys's Quidditch boots..
Draco shot out of his chair, his Butterbeer spilling all over the floor. He glared at Potter and then he tried catching up with his feet, which were half way across the room already. As the crowd cat-called and cheered both the screen and his exit, he made for the door.
“Draco, wait,” Harry shouted, chasing after him, “I can explain.”