Title: Care to Bet?
Summary: Slytherins never play fairly.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter.
Author's Note: AU set in seventh year.
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"Urg! Must you two subject me to this? Can't you let go of each other for more than five seconds?" Ron asked Harry and Draco who had been lying on the floor of the Gryffindor common room by the Christmas tree, kissing. Both boys looked up at the redhead and cocked an eyebrow. "Harry, please, it's bad enough that you're letting your boyfriend stay in our dorm over the holidays. Can't I have a little break?"
"There's no need to get jealous, Weasley," Draco drawled. "You'll find someone to kiss sooner or later."
"Draco!" Harry scolded.
"I have someone to kiss, Malfoy."
"Lovegood? Please! The girl lives in another world!" Draco laughed.
"She does not! She's an interesting person who is capable of doing more with her free time than snog and fuck. I bet you two couldn't last a day without touching each other."
"We could too!" Harry defended.
"We could?" Draco asked, surprised. "Harry, I highly doubt you could resist me for even two days."
"Conceited much?" Harry asked.
"I'm irresistible. It's a fact. Besides, you aren't supposed to want to resist me."
"Well, I can. In fact, could get through the next two days without touching, kissing or fucking you."
"Care to bet on that?" Draco asked, smirking as Ron looked on in interest at this turn of events.
"What are the stakes?" Harry asked.
"Winner decides what he wants when the deal ends." Harry nodded and shook hands with his boyfriend to seal the bet. Let the games begin, Draco thought as he lay back down on his back and stretched, making sure his shirt rode up.
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Harry rolled over in bed as he woke up and felt around only to find himself alone. Right, he slept in Neville's bed last night, Harry remembered. Sitting up, he saw Ron sprawled on his stomach, mouth open and snoring but no sign of Draco. There was also no sound coming from their dorm washroom, which meant Draco was already dressed and showered.
After dressing and showering himself - and waking up Ron - Harry practically bounced down the stairs only to find two first years in the common room. No Draco.
"Have you girls seen Draco this morning?" Harry asked them.
"Sorry, we just got down ourselves."
"Thanks anyway." Harry left the common room and made his way down to the Great Hall for some food and to hopefully find Draco as well. If Harry didn't find him at breakfast, he would try the dungeons later.
When he walked into the Great Hall, Harry spotted Draco leaning against the Ravenclaw table, chatting up a sixth year. Harry glared at the scene before marching over. He grabbed Draco by the ear and pulled him away from the Ravenclaw table and towards the Gryffindor table.
"What the hell are you doing chatting up some cute little sixth year?" Harry snapped.
"I was not chatting him up. I was simply complimenting him on his last Quidditch match," Draco explained before popping a grape into his mouth.
"Quidditch match my arse. You're trying to make me jealous so I'll lose the bet."
"Grape?" Draco asked, holding one up to Harry's mouth.
"It's not going to work. You'll have to try harder," Harry told him before turning to face the food on the table and taking some eggs and toast.
"So, any plans for today?" Draco asked as he ran his fingers over the back of Harry's neck and head.
"You just lost the bet! You're touching me!" Harry said triumphantly.
"I didn't lose the bet. I never said I could go two days without touching you. You're the one that has to go two days without touching me."
"But - but that's not fair!"
"I'm a Slytherin. It's not in my nature to be fair," Draco told his sputtering boyfriend sweetly before popping another grape into his mouth. "I'm going to go help Severus with some potions. See you later, my little Gryffindor."
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At lunch, Harry sat down at the nearly empty Gryffindor table and started ladling some stew into his bowl. Ron was eating with Luna and the only other people at the table were the two little first year girls Harry had spoken to that morning. Draco was nowhere in sight which meant he was probably still in the dungeons with-
"Do you know what I want to do to you right now?" Harry heard Draco whispering in his ear. "I want to slowly remove your clothes before tying your hands over your head. Once you're secured into place I want to taste every inch of your neck, chest and stomach." Draco ran his tongue over the shell of Harry's ear before continuing. "I want to bury my tongue deep inside your arse and-"
"Stop! Stop! It's not going to work!"
"Don't you want to hear about how I would-"
"I don't want to hear any of it. You can tell me Christmas morning when the bet is over. Now shut up and eat. I will not fall for your tricks," Harry huffed.
Satisfied, Draco filled his plate and began eating.
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Draco walked into the Gryffindor common rooms late that afternoon expecting to find Harry and Ron playing chess but instead he found the redhead reading a quidditch magazine and eating chocolate frogs by the fire.
"Where's Harry?" Draco asked, taking a seat in an overstuffed armchair.
"Blowing off some steam. He said something about getting his mind off of things. I do believe it's more along the lines of lack of sex although one day really isn't a big deal. It hasn't even been a day yet."
"Ah, but Harry's used to getting it-"
"Don't! Please, spare me the details."
Draco shrugged and headed towards the stairs to go up to the dorm but he paused at the first step.
"Oh and Weasley, you may want to steer clear of the dorm for a few hours after Harry gets back. He's not winning this bet."
Ron shuddered and decided to go visit Luna to rid his mind of such thoughts.
Upstairs, Draco undressed himself before falling onto Harry's bed. All he had to do was wait for Harry to return. If this didn't do the trick, nothing would.
* * *
"How was your fly, Harry?" Ron asked as he crossed paths with his best friend on his way to Ravenclaw Tower.
"It was just what I needed and the weather is great for flying today."
"Maybe I'll ask Luna if she's up for a fly then. You heading back to the tower?"
Harry nodded. "I'm gonna take a shower before catching up on a little homework. Don't fancy Hermione nagging when she gets back from holiday."
"I don't think you'll be doing any homework."
"Because your boyfriend seems to have a plan. He told me to stay out of the dorm for a few hours."
"That bastard! He's cheating! Isn't this cheating? He's purposely making it hard for me to resist!"
"Of course he is. Did you think he was going to make it easy?" Ron laughed. Harry stomped off, ready to give Draco a piece of his mind. As he marched down hallways and up staircases, Harry made a list of the things he had to say to his boyfriend, none of which were particularly flattering.
Harry snapped the password when he reached the portrait and jogged up the stairs to his dorm. Banging open the door, he froze at the sight of Draco lying naked on his bed, fisting his cock.
"Hello, Harry," Draco greeted him. Harry slammed the door shut and angrily walked over to his bed.
"You little shit!"
"Definitely not little."
"I demand you stop this right now!"
"Stop what? Aren't I allowed some release? I'm not getting anything from you until Christmas so I have to make do with what I have."
"Screw the bet!" Harry quickly stripped and pounced on his boyfriend to ravage his mouth.
"I win," Draco said with a smirk when Harry pulled away for air.
"Shut up and get on your hands and knees," Harry growled. Draco quickly complied and Harry reached into his bedside dresser for some lube. Harry hastily prepared Draco, stretching him with two fingers before grabbing slender hips and pushing in. Draco cried out in surprise and tensed at the unexpected intrusion. "What's the matter? Isn't this what you wanted? For me to fuck you?" Harry sneered.
"I knew you couldn't last," Draco panted. Harry pushed in the rest of the way and started thrusting his hips quickly.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit properly," Harry promised. Draco reached down to stroke himself but found his hand being slapped away. "No touching yourself." Harry grabbed a fistful of blond hair and pulled back roughly to bring Draco's face next to his. "This fuck is on my terms and I don't plan on letting you come until I say so."
"Please!," Draco begged. Harry bit down on Draco's shoulder, making Draco hiss.
"Well, I'm not." Harry kept on pounding into Draco until he came. He took a few seconds to calm down before pulling out and rolling onto his back next to Draco who was presently rubbing himself against the bed. Harry pressed down on his back to prevent him from moving and was rewarded with a frustrated whine. "Shower. Now. You can watch but you can't touch."
"Why are you being so cruel?" Draco complained as Harry pulled him to the showers.
"Because I can and you deserve it."
"You're just a sore loser."
Harry simply shrugged and answered with, "Care to bet on how long I can go without letting you come?"