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When he’d forgotten his bag in the defense classroom, Draco hadn’t put too much thought into going back to get it.
He’d checked through the window before entering, wanting to be certain it was there-
And was met with a sight infinitely more interesting than a bag.
For a moment it was like watching a hippogriff attack- so utterly horrifying that he couldn’t look away.
The professor-? Professor Riddle was snogging Potter? Of all people, of any two people to be doing such a thing, he never would have imagined it to be them.
But- oh shit, Potter was looking at him-
He flinched away, standing still for a moment as he waited for the inevitable slamming open of the door, where he’d be accosted for what he’d accidentally seen and have to remind the two whom exactly they were messing with-
But… a few minutes passed (and yes, he gave them that much time,) and the door remained stubbornly shut.
Huh. Potter must not have seen him after all.
Well… his bag was still in there, and it wasn’t like he had anything better to do while he waited…
He peered back into the classroom, finding the Defense professor now facing Potter, pressing quick and tender kisses to his open mouth.
He watched on for a bit longer in sick fascination, before eventually growing bored and pulling himself away from the sight.
But this… this had serious blackmail potential, if he could just get his father’s opinion on the situation-
Suddenly, the door was being slammed open. Draco could only sheepishly blink up as he suddenly found himself face to face with professor Riddle.
For a second, both simply looked at each other, one in fearful anticipation, the other in utter surprise at the idiocy of the other, to have witnessed what he had and not run away-
He heard the sound of a door shutting, turned in time to see the entrance to his study falling shut.
Ah. Well, perhaps he’d give Harry some time to figure out the location of his… present .
In the meanwhile… he’d decide what to do with, and just what to tell, the foolish son of Lucius Malfoy.
——
Draco looked up from his position on the floor, utterly enraptured.
He was bound, silenced, and placed under a notice me not charm, hovered into the room behind the professor when he’d entered, and then unceremoniously dumped in the corner under specific instructions to watch.
And watch he did, from the moment he had entered to see Potter fucking himself with a vibrating dildo from behind, he had watched .
And now, with a vulgarity he did not know his peer possessed, Potter was fucking himself again, now with the cock of their defense against the dark arts professor.
To be honest he didn’t… he didn’t really know why he was here. If Riddle had wanted to scare him away from telling anyone about him and his student… Why would he give him more juicy details?
No, this was something else, though what, Draco didn’t-
“I have- a task for you…”
The sudden groan broke Draco’s train of thought. He refocused, taking in the view of the suddenly still pair, though Riddle's cock was still somewhere deep inside Potter's ass.
With a roll of his hips and a gasp, Potter licked his lips before opening them to respond.
“Of… C-course,” he grit out, rising and slamming down on the others' naval, matching moans ripping out of both of their throats.
“You listened when I wanted you to fuck yourself while thinking of me. And it made me think…”
He hummed out a pleased little noise when Potter ground down on his cock, a long drawn out moan accompanying the action.
“It made me think, if that’s what it felt like, to see you calling out my name while doing that, then how would it feel to be inside you, to have you screaming my name, in front of somebody else? I want everyone to know. Of course, being who we are, that’s not quite possible, so I thought we’d start small.”
Potter was clearly confused, and Draco winced at the confirmation of what he already knew.
Potter had no idea he was here.
But he was definitely about to.
His worries were confirmed when their professor's hand waved in his direction, a mumbled finite sliding over his skin like cool water as Potter's eyes met his, widening so much at the knowledge of his greatest rival having bore witness to an incredibly private, intimate moment.
He almost felt bad for the boy, or he would have, if he’d been able to move.
“T-Tom, what the-“
“He already saw us, and I’ll just obliviate him anyway. But as it stands… he already knows, so it would be a waste to not… take advantage of the current situation...”
He leaned down to press soft kisses against Potter's neck, up its side and across his jaw, before finishing to peck at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s up to you, in the end, but just think about it. He will forget afterward.”
Draco’s gaze flit between the two, from Potter to the manipulative arsehole he’d previously called professor with respect, to Potter again.
And he knew Potter would never say yes, why would he? Why would he ever want Draco of all people to see-
“I… fuck, Tom… alright.”
He blinked.
…What.
And… and oh my- oh Merlin-! Draco hadn’t… seen anything quite so intense, so vulgar-
“Ah- Tom!”
“Oh… Strawberry, yes?”
He’d… never be able to scrub this from his mind, would he?
——-
“…I knew that’s where I left my bag! Thank you for unlocking your classroom so I could get it, professor.”
Draco gave a respectful nod to Professor Riddle, before turning on his heel and sauntering in the opposite direction.
…where he came face to face with Potter.
Ugh.
“Out of my way Potter, what, trying to get make-up lessons from Professor Riddle? Ha! Someone of his standards wouldn’t even consider being associated with the likes of you.”
With that, he turned up his nose, acting as if Potter was little more than scum on the bottom of his shoe.
And when he heard the sigh of relief sounding from behind him, he pushed down the growing feeling of dread.
...Potter had to know what he was getting himself into, associating with… shagging, the Dark Lord.
But a part of him worried the boy was just as clueless to the man’s identity as he’d been to Draco’s presence earlier that evening.