So its 3:30 in the morning right now and because of holiday shopping, I've only gotten like six hours of sleep the past two days so I'm exhausted. Three hours ago when I going to bed, this little plot bunny forced its way into my head and I knew there was no way I was going to be to go sleep because I'd be too busy writing it in my head!! Either that or, I'd fall asleep immediately and wouldn't be able to remember it.

This is the first Harry Potter story I have ever posted any way but its not the first one I've written. I've got three others that I've had in the works for... I have no idea how long. So, I hope you enjoy this little bit of smut!!!

It was well after midnight, Harry sighed for what felt like the billionth time in just a few short hours. His feet hurt from being on them for so long and his back ached from being nearly doubled over. Not to mention, he was bored as hell from being locked up since eight o'clock in the stupid device that currently kept his hands and neck bound. He didn't need to think very hard to figure out who came up with the idea to use stockades as a punishment.

A yelp escaped Harry's lips when he felt a sudden stinging in his right ass cheek. Fruitlessly, He twisted and turned trying to see who or what had caused it. A moment later a body clad in green silk pajamas came into view.

"Potter, I should have known you would be the first victim of Snape's stockade. I assume that's what he kept you after class to tell you." The person said insultingly.

Harry craned his neck to try and look at his visitors face. In the moonlight, he could make out blonde hair and shining silver eyes. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Malfoy knelt down so Harry could see him without hurting himself. "I wouldn't miss an opportunity like this to see Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, for anything." He said with a small laugh.

"Would you just go away? This is torture enough without spectators." Harry said shyly.

Without replying, the blonde stood and walked out of view. For a moment Harry thought he was alone again when a smack was placed in the same spot as the first one. Then another on the other cheek.

"Stop that!" The raven-haired boy demanded.

A smirk. "Make me." Another smack.

"I would love to, but I'm a little preoccupied with being locked in a medieval torture device." Harry replied sardonically.

"Then I suppose I have Harry Potter at my mercy." Malfoy said with an unseen grin.

"Fuck!"

That is the plan. Draco thought to himself.

After several move smacks, Harry was hissing slightly at the pain.

Harry automatically tensed when he felt Malfoy's hand on him again. Only this time, it was it was joined by the other, cupping his ass and gently massaging away the stinging sensation.

A minute or so later, the hands left his moved to grab his hips and another body was pressed again his own. Malfoy's arousal was extremely obvious and it was all Harry could do not to moan at the contact.

Malfoy then ground against him once and walked back around to stand in front of him. Again he moved down to Harry's level.

"You should stop pretending that you're not enjoying this." He said. Harry glared at him half-heartedly but said nothing.

The blonde shrugged. "Close enough I guess."

He then stood and stepped back. Then he pushed his pajama bottoms off his hips and allowed them to pool around his ankles before stepping out of them.

When Malfoy moved back into the dim light, Harry could see his engorged cock jutting out from his body. He subconsciously tried to wipe his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling, which quickly reminded him of his limited range of movement.

As the half-naked boy in front of him moved closer, Harry did his best to look defiantly into lust-filled silvery eyes. He knew exactly what Malfoy wanted him to do and he'd be damned before he backed down to him.

Without looking away, Harry opened open his mouth wide and waited for the other to move because he couldn't.

When the red tip of Malfoy's erection passed his lips, Harry immediately licked the slit and then wrapped his tongue around it.

"Well, well, well, aren't you an eager little slut today Potter." He said quickly as he lightly gripped the black, shaggy mop of hair in front of him.

Harry glared at him as best as he could in his position and suckled forcefully on the hard flesh in his mouth, drawing an unintended moan from the blonde.

After a moment, Malfoy began thrusting lightly, a bit more of his cock sliding in each time. Harry relaxed his throat as he continued to suck and massage the length with his tongue.

As the thrusting became faster and irregular Harry swallowed around Malfoy, who swore loudly and pulled out of the hot, wet orifice with an audible pop.

The dark-haired boy smirked triumphantly for making Draco Malfoy lose his cool.

"I guess I'll have to wipe that smirk off your face Potter." Malfoy said once he'd caught his breath. Then he walked back around Harry and slowly started undressing him from the waist down, starting with his shoes and socks.

When he got to Harry's shirt, he noticed a problem: he couldn't very well pull it off over his head with the stockade in the way. He solved it a moment later though by ripping it straight down the middle, leaving his chest and arms covered.

Once he was mostly naked, Harry heard the rustling of clothing, a soft thud, and then a pair of hands grabbed each side of his arse and pulled his cheeks apart.

Harry felt very exposed being unable to see what was being done to his own body and the person doing it.

A soft moan passed through Harry's lips when he felt a wet tongue slid over his entrance, his hard cock throbbing in need at the action.

Malfoy slowly swirled his tongue around opening before pushing it passed the tight ring of muscle into the hot, velvety passage beyond it. Another moan, louder this time, as he did so. He quickly pulled away.

"Potter, I suggest you keep it down if you don't want the entire school to know about this." He said. Then he popped his index finger into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva.

A shiver ran through Harry's body as Malfoy trailed his wet finger down Harry's cracked and then slowly pushed it into him.

Once his finger was in to the knuckle, Malfoy brought his tongue back into the play and forced it in as he began sliding his finger in and out.

Only seconds later, he pushed another finger in and scissored them. Then began searching for Harry's prostate. He pressed the pads of his fingers against it when he found it, eliciting a near scream from the other.

The blonde sighed as he stopped all movement. "I told you to keep quiet but it appears you need a little help." He said as he stood up.

Malfoy was unbuttoning his pajama top as he came back into Harry's view. He pulled it off and tied it around the trapped boys' head, gagging him with it. "That's better."

When Malfoy went back to preparing the dark-haired boy, rewet his fingers and pushed three in this time. He could hear muffled moans as he twisted and pumped them to stretch Harry.

After what seemed like an eternity to Harry, Malfoy deemed Harry ready for more and got back on his feet. He lined his cock up with Harry's puckered entranced and pushed the mushroomed head in.

Harry felt Malfoy's hands slide up and down his sides and back as he pushed his way into Harry's willing body.

"Merlin you're tight." He said once he was fully sheathed.

As he waited for Harry's body to adjust to the larger intrusion, Malfoy started kissing and sucking his way along Harry's shoulder blades and pulled at his hardened nipples pulling more obstructed moans from him.

A few moments later, the boy beneath him tried to move, causing Malfoy to slam a hand over his own mouth to stifle a groan.

"Patience is a virtue Harry." He said after he moved his hand.

"I don't give a fuck about virtues right now. Just move!" Harry said as he squeezed his inner muscles around Malfoy's intruding length.

Malfoy gripped Harry's hips tightly as he stood up straight and pulled back until just the head remained in side him. Then, just to torture him some more, he waited before thrusting back in as hard as he could.

He immediately set a hard, fast pace while Harry desperately tried to meet him thrust for thrust. It was very difficult for him though. Most of his body ached or was now cramping up from being in the same position for so long, not that he cared at the moment.

Even with the gag, Harry's moans and screams were echoing through out the great hall and Malfoy did nothing to prevent it. He found the sound too erotic.

After sometime of hard fucking, Malfoy could barely make out Harry telling him he wanted it harder.

"I'm already going as hard as I can." He said between his own moans, groans, and breaths. Instead he slowed his movements down and gave a hard, deep thrust every five seconds or so.

Several torturously slow minutes went by. Suddenly, Malfoy heard Harry's voice plain as day.

"Harder Draco!" It seemed through all that screaming and moaning, he managed to get the shirt out of his mouth.

This time Draco had no problems with complying as he was also getting sick of the slow pace. He grabbed the top of the stockade and pushed his hips forward as hard and as fast as he could.

Harry was now moaning continuously as the hard prick inside of him rubbed against his prostate with each thrust.

Less than a minute later, Draco felt his orgasm rip through him, filling Harry's tight arse with his warm seed.

As the pleasure subsided, Pale arms wrapped around Harry's waist and a sweat-drenched cheek rested against his shoulder.

"Holy shit." Draco whispered just barely loud enough for the other to hear. "That was the best orgasm of my life."

Harry huffed. "Glad to know but I think you've forgotten something."

"I did?" He asked.

"Yeah, me."

"You didn't finish?" Draco asked, baffled. "I'll fix that."

The blonde pulled his softened cock from Harry's body and laid on his back so he could slide between his legs. Then he leaned up and immediately deep throated the leaking erection.

Within seconds, Draco had Harry screaming his release and his spunk shooting into his mouth and down his throat. Then he laid back again and slid farther so was face to face with the other boy.

Harry's was breathing heavily, his eyes were closed, he was sweating so bad that his glasses were slipping down his nose, and Draco thought he never looked more beautiful.

He reached up and pushed the damp hair away from the emerald eyes that were now watching him. Then he sat up and kissed Harry, his tongue plundering the other's mouth and filling it with the taste of his own seed.

Harry moaned softly into the heated kiss and Draco took that as a cue to pull away.

"How was that?" The blonde asked.

He smiled tiredly. "Brilliant."

The two of them just sat there looking at each for a few minutes when Harry broke the silence. "So why aren't you in bed?"

Draco smiled sheepishly but didn't answer right away. Instead he got up and put his pants back on. Then he pulled a key out of his pocket. "Snape said I could let you out."

"DRACO!!!!" Harry shrieked. "I could have been out of this thing half an hour ago but instead you toy with me and fuck my brains out?!?!"

"That sounds about right." Draco said as he unlocked the contraption holding Harry in place.

Once free, Harry stood slowly, every bone in his back cracking along way. He rubbed his slightly chafed wrists and neck lightly. Then he smiled sweetly at his boyfriend and smacked him in the back of the head.

Harry began to collect his discarded clothing.

"You do know I would have dumped you months ago if you weren't such a good shag." He said once he was dressed and shirt repaired.

Draco put his arm around Harry's waist as they headed toward the entrance hall. "You know you love me for more than that." He said.

Harry immaturely stuck his tongue out at the other who promptly captured it between his lips and sucked it into his own mouth.

"Harry, you know not to do that unless you plan on putting it to better use." The blonde boy said when he pulled away.

Stubbornly, the raven-haired boy crossed his arms but allowed Draco to lead him toward his private head-boy dormitory in the dungeons where they would most likely spend the rest of the night shagging until they passed out from exhaustion.

When they reached the room, Draco opened the door and pulled Harry through it. He kissed him again, but briefly because Harry pulled away.

Harry gave him another sweet smile and said, "Just so you know, this means war."

A/N: I have an idea for Harry's revenge which we all know he needs to get so check back. I hope to have it up in a couple of days.