Jaded Eros


"The Dungeon"


DISCLAIMERS: Um… yeah… I'm not JKR…

WARNINGS: This story contains SLASH (aka hot sweaty man sex) of a bondage nature (eventually) – if you don't like that kinda thing… then don't read this.


PAIRING: Harry/Draco.


This short story started out as being another PWP but has mutated into a ficlet. I have never had the desire to write a Harry/Draco fic before, but my buddy ferretscar made a request, and what kind of person would I be if I ignored a request from a friend.


CHAPTER ONE: Beginnings.

"Deal!" said Draco Malfoy eagerly as he reached down, grabbed Harry Potter's hand and shook it vigorously.

"What? I was joking, Malfoy!" gasped a surprised Harry looking up at the Slytherin.

"A deal is a deal, Potter," grinned Draco. "Aren't you Gryffindors known for being bound by honor? You can't back out now!"

"But it was a joke!" Harry protested.

"That's not my problem." snapped Draco as he walked away in his usual overly cocky strut, followed his bewildered sidekicks Crabbe & Goyle.

Harry shot a cold glance over at the redheaded boy sitting at the other side of the table.

"Thanks a lot, Ron!" he said sarcastically.

Harry and his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had been having breakfast in The Great Hall when the subject of the Quidditch Match scheduled for the next day had come up. Ron was trying to give Harry some encouragement when Draco and his goons had walked by. Draco had laughed and made a condescending remark upon overhearing Ron's pep talk. Ron shot back with a testosterone-induced comment on Draco's Quidditch skills, or lack thereof. Draco confidently responded that he was going to catch the snitch before Potter even noticed it. Harry had laughed at the thought of Draco beating him at Quidditch and sarcastically made the comment that he would be Draco's slave for a day if he caught the snitch. He was now finding himself in a situation in which he might actually have to do just that.

"What are you blaming me for?" replied Ron defensively. "I didn't make the slave comment!"

"Why are you even bothered by this Harry?" asked Hermione "This is the last match of our last year here. You have been playing against Malfoy since he joined the team in second year, and he has never even gotten close to catching the snitch."

Harry thought about this for a second, and seemed to relax.

"You're right. I've got nothing to worry about."

"Definitely. Now finish your breakfast. You're going to need your strength today, or have you forgotten that we still have classes to attend, and you have a major Quidditch practice tonight. This is going to be a long day for you."


Harry ran his fingers through the blonde's hair as he hungrily kissed his lips. He felt the other boy's weight resting on his body, grinding their hips together. Harry's hands slowly migrated down the boy's back and grabbed his bum, trying to pull the boy even closer to him, if that was even possible. The blonde eyes flashed as he released Harry's lips, and began to focus his attention on his neck, lightly nibbling and sucking while flicking his tongue across the tender flesh. Harry writhed beneath him, straining to hold back the desperate moans of pleasure trying to escape from his trembling lips…

Harry awoke with a gasp, drenched in sweat. It took him a moment to realize that he was alone in his bed in the Gryffindor dormitory. He tried to shrug off the memories of the incredibly vivid dream as he glanced over at the clock that sat on the dresser next to his bed. He groaned when he realized it was 4:37 am, rolled over and tried to go back to sleep despite the erection that was now pushing into his bed in a somewhat painful way.


The wind whipped through Harry's hair as he sped around the Quidditch field, desperately searching for the snitch while dodging the bludgers that the Slytherin beaters kept knocking his way. He had almost collided with Ginny Weasley, the Gryffindor Keeper, twice. He decided to retreat to higher ground in an attempt to avoid any serious injuries. This seemed to satisfy the Slytherins because they refocused their efforts on scoring rather than trying to kill Harry. Harry reduced his speed and began making broad circles, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of the snitch.

As he scanned the field, his breath caught in his throat for a moment when his gaze suddenly connected with the silver-blue eyes belonging to the Slytherin seeker on the other side of the field. His dream from the night before suddenly flashed into his mind. He could almost feel the other boy's hands caressing his body. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, and diverted his eyes, desperately seeking something else to look at. He focused his attention on Ginny who was flying in small fast circle around the 3 goals at the other end of the field. He couldn't help but be impressed at how good she was at Quidditch. He guessed that growing up the only girl in a house full of boys must have rubbed off on her. He glanced down at his teammates, who, for some reason, were all suddenly staring at him. It was then that he Heard Seamus Finnegan's commentary.

"As Malfoy continues to chase the snitch, Potter is still flying high around the field. POTTER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

'Bugger' though Harry to himself and he spotted Draco racing around at the other end of the field. Harry dived and headed directly towards the other seeker. He couldn't see the snitch yet, but he figured that since Malfoy was already chasing it, that was the direction to head towards. Harry leaned down so that his chest was almost touching his broom and barreled across the field at lightning speed, seeming to be only a blur to the spectators in the stands.

Draco's "Nimbus Stryker" was no competition for Harry's "Firebolt X" and the two seekers were soon neck and neck. The snitch was zipping around only inches from their outstretched fingers. They were so close that Harry could feel Draco's robes whipping against his body in the wind. He could hear him grunting as he struggled to fly faster. He could smell the muskiness of Draco's body. Harry strained to reach the snitch… he could feel the fluttering wings tickling his fingertips, but suddenly there was another sensation, Draco's hand had rubbed against his, trying desperately to reach the golden orb. Harry eyes darted over at the Slytherin. He saw the sweat glistening on his brow, the sheer determination in his eyes. He mind was suddenly flooded with images again. Images of him and Draco entwined in a passionate embrace. Images of Draco's lips grazing against his own.

Before Harry even realized what he was doing, he leaned upwards slightly causing his speed to decrease. He felt Draco's hand reach past his own and watched in amazement as Draco's hand closed over the snitch.



Hehehehehe… yeah I am evil for letting this chapter end there… but I am a big fan of the whole cliffhanger-ending thing. Hope you guys like this so far… and yes I know I am gonna catch a lot of crap from people for posting the beginning of another story before I update "On The Edge", but rest assured, I haven't forgotten my main WIP. I am currently working on Chapter Three and it should be up soon. – Anyway, this story is probably only going to have 2 or 3 chapters being that it is written purely for the bondage scene between Harry and Draco and doesn't really have a plot after that has been accomplished… but who knows… I might get a sudden burst of inspiration and create more story if there is any kind of demand for it. I can think of a few things I could do with it…