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scar_head and the_ferret leave LJ
Title scar_head and the_ferret leave LJ
Author Quill Lumos
Summary Harry is having a little lie down when Draco tells him something shocking. LJ is playing silly buggers again - what are our heroes going to do?
DisclaimerI do not own anything Harry Potter, related nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. It all belongs to JK Rowling. Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Brothers and any other entity involved.
Genre Porn obviously and humour
Warnings. Chair Sex (again!!)
Rating NC17


This is a follow up fic to one I wrote after the strikethrough debacle. The original is here scar_head and the_ferret. just in case you want to read it

Epilogue? What Epilogue? Oh and Sevvy didn't die, he did something really clever with a bezoar and managed to live through the war!

Bring Back the Porn Challenge


scar_head and the_ferret leave LJ



Many thanks to Claudia and Cyndie for betaing and Minx for coming up with the idea go here http://asylums.insanejournal.com/bbtp_challenge/ to read lots more lovely smut! ~ Lucie







scar_head and the_ferret leave LJ


Harry’s beloved computer chair had finally collapsed. It was not all that surprising as it had never really been designed to take the weight of two very fit and active young men and it had especially not been built to keep up with the sort of activities Draco and Harry liked to indulge in whilst seated in it!

So Draco had dragged Harry off to a rather smart shop just off Diagon Alley and insisted they buy a new chair – one with all kinds of hidden features – which is exactly what they did.

Draco’s very favourite was the application which allowed the chair to recline completely, almost becoming a day bed. He loved clambering on top of Harry and distracting him from the computer. Harry, though, was fast discovering that he was nowhere near as keen on the Internet as Draco was! Harry had discovered that a Slytherin, porn and computers were a dangerous mix and, on occasion, he regretted ever letting Draco anywhere near his hard drive.

His blond boyfriend had completely outstripped Harry when it came to Information Technology and he often curled up in the new soft, leather chair and surfed for hours. Of course, Draco being Draco, he always surfed naked, his reason being that he was probably going to end up naked anyway so why take up time disrobing later on when he could be well prepared in advance. And Harry knew that Draco was always very well prepared, in every way, and for every occasion; there were times when this could be very distracting, indeed!


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Wednesday was their day to play. Harry was happy with the idea of a set day and he agreed that Wednesday seemed as good a day as any. Draco liked things organised. He liked a schedule and, of course, having a set day for their little games meant Draco could surprise Harry whenever he wanted to, as Harry would never be expecting to play at any other time. And Draco loved surprising Harry.

He especially loved finding new ways to tie Harry up, and he got so enthusiastic about it that Harry just didn’t have the heart to refuse. Draco would go on pleading otherwise, and whilst his begging was very cute in Harry’s opinion, Harry didn’t like to make him beg too often; besides, he secretly loved indulging his lover’s kinky side. To this end Draco had collected a variety of toys and restraints over the past few months, happily utilising the hidden rings he’d installed in the chair as anchors for whatever he decided to choose.

So, it was Wednesday again, and Harry was tied up, or should that be tied down? Anyway he thought of it, the reality was that his wrists and ankles were restrained by four perfectly matched green silk scarves.

However, this particular Wednesday Harry was a bit annoyed. Draco had gone through his usual routine and Harry was immobilised and impossibly aroused. Draco always made sure he spent a great deal of time kissing, caressing and fondling Harry when he tied him up. It made the games they would then play so much more piquant.

But just when he should be catering to Harry’s obvious physical needs… he was otherwise engaged.

He had the little, silver-notebook Apple Mac, the very one Harry had bought him for his birthday, resting on Harry’s stomach. It fit quite neatly between the bottom of Harry’s ribs and the top of his hipbones. When he was lying down like this Harry’s abdomen was almost concave and made a perfect resting place for Draco’s new toy. It tickled, of course, when Draco used the keyboard and he would keep caressing Harry’s cock while searching for the small, very cute mouse he liked to use.

But right now he was completely ignoring Harry’s anatomy and staring with horror at the screen.

“What’s wrong, love?” Harry asked somewhat peevishly, his cock standing at attention begging, pleading for attention.

“They are suspending us, Harry!” Draco squeaked.

“Who’s suspending us, Draco?” asked Harry, trying to lift his head up so he could see what the blond was looking at.

“Live Journal, I have just had an e-mail to say that they are suspending our account!”

“But why?”

Draco began to look a little guilty. “Erm, well, it might have been because of some photos I took.”

“What photos, Draco?” Harry asked menacingly.

“Well, um, you see,” Draco bit his lip. He looked adorable when he did that and Harry wanted to grab him and nibble on that perfect, delicious morsel also. He couldn’t, of course, because not only was he restrained and with a lap top across his stomach, fairly close to his nether regions, but he was also a bit cross. Harry hated having his photo taken and Draco knew this perfectly well indeed.

“Draco.”

Draco squeaked, “Oh, um… remember last week when I tied you up and blindfolded you? Er… well… I might have taken some photos and then made some manips and banners and sent them to all our friends to use as icons.

Now it was Harry’s turn to squeak. “You did what?”

Draco peered at him through his white blond fringe and his gorgeous long lashes.

“I am sorry, Harry, but you looked so wanton that I couldn’t resist! So I ran them through Photo Shop and sent them out to my friends list; everyone loved them to bits and use them all the time.

“Who did you send them to?” Harry asked resignedly.

“Oh, just some of my very closest friends,” Draco prevaricated.

Harry just raised an eyebrow and waited. He knew Draco would crack quickly, he never could hold out on Harry for very long.

“Well, there was… erm… ‘snakeslayer’ and ‘moonstruck’,” Draco confessed sheepishly.

“Neville and Luna?” croaked Harry in astonishment. “You gave my photos to Neville and Luna!”

Draco nodded. “And ‘ginger_bint’.”

Harry gasped, “Ginny?” Harry winced at how high his voice had risen when Draco mentioned his ex-girlfriend.

“Oh, and ‘weasleysgirl’ and ‘obsidian_blade’.”

“Hermione?” Harry mouthed the name but no sound issued forth. He was growing more embarrassed by the moment and then realised he didn’t recognise that last username. “ ‘Obsidian_blade’? Do I know them? Is that a new friend?”

“Well, not exactly,” Draco prevaricated, “er… um… he is new to the Internet, so I have been helping him find his way about. But he does know you.”

“Draco… who is it?” Harry hissed, even as the dreadful certainty that he knew exactly who ‘obsidian_blade’ might be crept over him.

“Okay, Snape, it’s Professor Snape,” Draco spluttered. “Remus gave him a lap-top a few months ago but he is only now finding out the delights of being online.”

“Why by Merlin’s cold, blue fucking balls, are you sending pictures of me to Snape?”

“Well, he asked!” Draco said indignantly.

“Oh, he asked!” Harry huffed. “And who else would you give photos of me to just because they asked, McGonagall? Binns? Hagrid?”

“Don’t be silly Harry,” Draco purred. “I wouldn’t just give anyone photos of you!”

He had moved the notebook aside and climbed up on top of Harry, caressing Harry’s nipples, running his hands along Harry’s torso, forcing him to shudder with arousal.

“But you would post them on the Internet for anyone to see?”

Draco was licking him now and he certainly had a very talented tongue.

“Mmph!” Harry said as Draco laved his navel. “Dddraco! Stop it! Ppplease! Oh my… guh!!...”

Draco swallowed Harry’s cock and for a while Harry could not speak, or even think coherently whilst Draco tortured Harry’s achingly hard cock with a tongue that should be arrested for gross indecency. Draco had such a talented throat, such a perfect pouting mouth, and the sounds he made… they were enough to send Harry wild all on their own. The little slurps and sucking noises, the sweet little sighs, he always sounded as if sucking Harry was the most wonderful experience a man could have. And his hands, they were certainly not idle as they slowly, sinuously worked their way up and down Harry’s body, pinching and caressing hot skin as they did so.

Draco finally released Harry’s cock from his wicked ministrations and the tongue wiggled its insistent way between his cock and balls, supported in its quest by sharp little nibbles from Draco’s neat, white teeth; Harry couldn’t help but whimper and beg. Then Draco took one of Harry’s testicles into his mouth, humming and sucking lustily, aided by that naughty little tongue, whilst his hands massaged the inside of Harry’s thighs, a sensitive place he could hardly bear to have touched.

Harry was whimpering incoherently now. He could hear himself babbling like a brainless fool, a state he often achieved as he succumbed to Draco’s seductions.


Finally Draco’s lips returned to Harry’s cock. A cock that was now so rigid it resembled a rocket about to take off.

“Oh, Harry!” Draco purred. “Harry, my green eyed hero, someone looks very ready to come inside me.”

“Either that or I’m gonna shoot for the moon,” Harry ground out between tightly clenched teeth.

Then Draco lowered himself onto Harry, panting as he took Harry’s fat, engorged cock deep into his tight, hot body.

Harry was babbling again and Draco gave a long sigh of pleasure as Harry’s cock brushed his sweet spot. He then proceeded to roll his hips gently back and forth, undulating his body and driving Harry, not to mention himself, wild with desire.

Increasing the pace of his rocking it was very obvious Draco loved this position; he loved Harry being helpless beneath him whilst he played with Harry’s arousal levels for hours. They both knew, of course, that Harry was by far the more powerful of the two of them. He was the most powerful wizard on Earth, come to that. Which just made Harry’s current position even more arousing for them both. And Harry was about to come. Long and hard and bloody fantastically!

Draco gave that trademark wiggle of his hips, killerwiggle (tm) as Harry had dubbed it, initiating Harry’s climax and sending him to the moon. Or if not there, then certainly into space, flying high, high above the world. Then Draco was screaming out his lover’s name as his own orgasm hit and thick cords of come soaked Harry’s lower torso. For several seconds Draco was engulfed in a starburst of ecstasy and then everything went black.

Harry’s bindings disappeared when he orgasmed, just as they always did thanks to a very clever, little charm Draco seemed to have invented. A very relaxed and satiated Harry wrapped his arms around the unconscious Draco and held him close.

With Draco resting comfortably on his chest, Harry contemplated their relationship. So they played their little games, he and Draco. Harry was happy to let Draco take charge of their love making, for the most part. After the last battle where he had lost everyone and everything for a while, Draco often needed a reason to feel in control and powerful… a Slytherin thing Harry supposed. It gave him purpose and confidence, made him happy, and Harry would give anything to make Draco happy – a fact they both knew very well, and Draco happily exploited to his Slytherin heart's content.

He was very sweet, Harry thought tenderly. After the war Draco had seemed lost. He had shut himself away in Malfoy Manor, not wanting to face anyone. But Harry had been unable to get the blond out of his head. He had gone looking for him and had rescued him; they had been together ever since.

Draco woke with a start.

He looked up at Harry with an adorably confused expression on his face. Then he smiled. “You fainted, Harry! I’ve never made you do that before!”

Harry could have become annoyed at the look of insufferable smugness that crept over Draco’s features but he chose to raise his eyebrows instead. This was Draco, his Draco, whom Harry truly loved and whom Harry thought deserved something to be insufferably smug about now and then.

He squeezed the man in his arms tightly and thought with a lurch how he would not be able to carry on without him now. What would he do without Draco’s pert little arse, his rumpled morning smile? He couldn’t live without the jam covered knife left out on the worktop or the fact that Draco never put the milk back in the fridge or the Weetabix back in the cupboard, or the way the sheets felt Draco warm when he rolled over in bed and woke up slowly to the sounds of Draco murdering Nessum Dorma in the shower. He left the top off the toothpaste and left the bath clogged with long blond hairs and never, ever put the loo seat down. And he cried at sad films on TV and was always really nice to old Mrs. Crigley who lived three doors down and was convinced Draco was an angel come to live amongst them. Once he had spent a whole afternoon rescuing a spaniel puppy from a storm drain. Harry had been forbidden to ever tell a soul about what had happened, but to this day Draco continued to visit Salazar and his family.

Draco was still smiling to himself and Harry couldn’t help it, he leaned over and kissed his lover’s nose.

“So what was wrong with the pictures, Draco?” Harry asked.

Draco became so completely still Harry could hear his heart beat. He should know by now that Harry was nothing if not persistent, yet still Draco tried to distract him when he wanted to avoid certain discussions.

“Er… they said they were disgusting… um… pictures of a naked, restrained… er… under-aged boy.”

“WHAT? They thought the photos were of an under-aged boy? But I’m twenty-three!”

Harry felt totally insulted. He had no idea what the photos looked like, but he had no doubt they were stunning; Draco had turned out to have a real talent for photography. But he was a man, for fuck’s sake! He knew he was slender and not terribly tall… but even so!

“It’s my fault, Harry,” Draco apologized. “You just looked so gorgeous like that, I just couldn’t resist! I am so sorry!”

“It’s because you removed all my body hair, isn’t it Draco?” he asked softly, and Draco nodded.

“Don’t apologise, love.”

The lovemaking session they had engaged in last week had gone on for hours. Firstly, Draco had covered Harry in a thick, creamy foam, then Harry had had to lie completely and utterly still whilst Draco used a shiny, steel, cut-throat razor to remove absolutely all of Harry’s body hair. Then he had led him to a bath, scented with bath-oil and filled with floating candles. Later he had tied Harry down and covered him with all kinds of different foods, which he had sucked, licked and nibbled off of Harry’s naked body. He had apparently also put the photos that he had taken on the Internet for all his friends and a myriad of complete strangers to stare at.

But Harry couldn’t really bring himself to mind all that much. Draco had finally managed to convince him that he had a very good body. It had taken a while, but a determined Draco had prevailed. He had been wearing a wide black silk blindfold which covered his eyes and forehead, taking care of that famous scar. All that anyone looking at Draco’s photos would see would be a dark haired man with firm abs and a six-pack stomach wearing bondage and writhing in ecstasy. Hell, if it gave other people pleasure Harry was fine with it.

“Just tell me next time,” Harry said. “I won’t be cross.”

“But I couldn’t have told you Harry!” Draco exclaimed.

“Did you think I’d be angry, sweetheart?” Harry asked.

“No…” Draco said slowly, “but you would not have been nearly as relaxed when I filmed you. You would probably have been quite self-conscious and the photos wouldn’t have been as effective.”

Harry couldn’t help sniggering a bit. Draco could be devastatingly honest when he wanted to be.

“Anyhow,” Draco said waving his hand testily at the computer screen. “I have a contingency plan.”

“Hmmm?” Harry was rubbing his cheek against Draco’s silky hair.

“I have set up journals for us both at Insane Journal. Squeaky seems really friendly and NICE!!” Draco yelped the last word.

Harry had been running a finger in a gentle circle on Draco’s upper arm, but he’d stopped suddenly, leaned over and given the tenderised bit of flesh a little nip.

“Oh yes?” he queried innocently.

“I… er… kept the same names. The name scar_head suits you so well and I’ve become quite accustomed now to being the_ferret!”

“Have you?” Harry was now blowing gently along Draco’s naked shoulder, delighting in the delicious shivers he was coaxing from his lover.

“Yeah!” Draco breathed. “ I… er… Oh Merlin!” Harry had started nibbling on Draco’s earlobes.

“Not Merlin,” Harry muttered through a mouthful of fleshy lobe. “Harry, just Harry.”

“Guh! P-p-prat!” Draco swiped ineffectually at Harry’s arm which was slowly moving down his body so his hand could cup Draco’s hardening cock.

“We have… oh yes! Don’t stop! We have the same user names!” Harry noticed Draco was panting really hard and repeating himself. “Er… so many of our friends are there alrea… Oh fuck!”

“Ummm, I plan to, my love!” Harry leaned over and took Draco’s nipple in his mouth flicking his tongue over the hard nub and then aggressively biting down. Draco yelped again.

“Ginny’s there already; she got banned from LJ too,” Draco managed to force out a whole sentence.

“She is? She did?” Harry stopped sucking Draco’s other nipple and looked at his lover’s clear grey eyes.

“Yes.” Draco nodded. “She got kicked off LJ about a week ago for writing femslash about Luna and her.”

“I didn’t know she and Luna were an item?”

“Not now silly, that was when they were still in school.”

Harry was astonished. “Ginny and Luna? I never knew. Are you sure she’s not making it up?”

Draco shook his head. “The Weaselette has a lot of excellent qualities, Harry, but sadly an imagination isn’t one of them; and even she admits to being a complete slut!”

Harry nearly choked at Draco’s comment.

But Draco’s grin was growing feral again.

“Harry!” he growled. “You’ve got me all hot and bothered now.” He wiggled his hips beneath Harry.

Killerwiggle strikes again! Harry thought and his cock twitched, seriously bothered by the fact that it wasn’t buried deep in Draco’s pert little bum right that minute!

“Course, if we are on IJ we are going to have to participate in fests and things!” Draco lifted his hands up and buried his fingers deep in Harry’s thick dark hair, gently massaging the base of his skull with his thumbs, causing Harry’s toes to curl.

“Oh, what a good idea!” Now Harry was the one who was smiling smugly. “Of course, you do realise that I have no imagination either, don’t you? We are just going to have to do plenty of research and have lots and lots of practice!”

Harry lifted his lover’s hips to edge his thighs under Draco’s arse until his cock was just where it wanted to be. Draco was still slick from their recent passion so Harry met no resistance as he thrust into Draco right to the root of his penis.

Draco screamed arching his back and thrusting his hips upwards. His fingers searched for something to give him purchase against Harry’s unrestrained fucking, finding it at last by grasping the rings affixed to the head of the chair and hanging on for all he was worth. If their last coupling had been slow and languid, this time the sex was hot and frantic. Harry pounded into Draco while Draco alternately moaned and grunted his little growly noise, squirming and rocking wildly in rhythm with the Gryffindor’s thrusts.

Harry leaned over and claimed those teasing lips, forcing his tongue into Draco’s mouth, and Draco welcomed him in. Harry’s thrusting grew faster, harder. Draco threw his head back, wrenching his mouth from Harry's and exposing a long slim throat which Harry’s empty, searching, sucking mouth latched onto instantly. Then Draco reached climax screaming his completion; his tight, velveteen rectum spasmed around his Harry’s cock and with one final, massive thrust it sent hot streams of come deep into Draco’s waiting passage.

Harry slumped down onto Draco’s chest and Draco’s arm came up to embrace him. Harry shivered as the sweat on his back began to cool and Draco reached over to the nearby computer desk and grabbed his wand. After Scourgifying them both, he summoned a fluffy blanket from its usual position on the sofa and wrapped it around Harry then snuggled him close.

It was all that Harry could do to force his eyelids open, they felt so heavy, so very weighty. “Hmn, Dwaco,” he murmured, his words sounded strange as Harry’s face was pressed close to Draco’s chest and his lips were pushed out of shape.

“What is it, love?” Draco whispered tenderly.

“I sink m goin ta like IJ! Cos you know somfing, Dwaco?”

“What?” Draco said placing a tender kiss on Harry’s head.

“You drive me Insane!”

“Cheesy git!” Draco chuckled softly as he smacked Harry’s exposed left buttock, which was about the only bit of him not covered in blanket that Draco was able to reach.

The last words Harry heard as he sank down into slumber were also whispered softly.

“Me too, Harry. I think I am going to like Insane Journal too!”

New story here Dancing with a cane.