Minnie and Her Shouta Complex

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Title: Minnie and Her Shouta Complex
Author: Raederle
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, slightly noncon, slightly silly
Summary: Draco and Harry have detention with Professor McGonagall.... who has a small problem.
Notes: This beast came out of a chat with Simmy that has scarred me for life. Enjoy.

Minnie and Her Shouta Complex

”Minerva has a problem.”

Professor Dumbledore sat in his lumpy desk chair facing the window. Poor Severus. Always paranoid. Always thinking that someone was out to get him.

Well, there was that one time Sirius tried to kill him and the time Crouch Jr. had threatened him via his disguise as Moody...

It was just sad that he couldn’t learn to trust people.

Though, come to think of it he’d let the Gryffindors get away with murder for years and years... almost literally in that one case...

Oh, well.

”My dear Severus.” He replied, turning his chair around to face the sharp-faced man shrouded in black. “I’m certain that Minerva has everything in her purview under control. She is an excellent witch.”

”I do not question her skills, sir. I am merely trying to point out that Minerva has a severe Shouta Complex of which you should be aware.”

”A Shouta Complex?”

”That would be the reverse condition of a Lolita Complex, sir.” Snape replied dourly. “A sexual penchant for young boys.”

”Ah.... and you think that this is a fantasy of Minerva’s?”

Snape curled his lip in irritation. “I do not think. I know that she has been choosing her Quidditch team for years based upon the youngest boys that are brought into Gryffindor. She spies on them in the lockerroom.”

”I see.”

”You don’t believe me.”

”Hm. I find this to be an unlikely event. Minerva is a very self controlled woman of excellent morality.”

”I speak the truth, Albus!” Snape insisted, stepping forward. “I only tell you because certain parents can be alarmist and misunderstanding. You should be aware of this and have a plan with Minerva to enact should something go awry.”

”I don’t think that will be necessary, Severus. I doubt that Minerva would be so crass as to spy on her boys.”

”I tell you that it is true. I have never come in here with mendacity.”

”I know that you wouldn’t intentionally accuse, Minerva. You must be mistaken.”

Severus Snape screwed up his face in irritation. “As you wish, Albus.”

He turned on his heel and walked swiftly out of Albus’ office.

”That man... that foolish old man. WHY? Why do I believe that he will ever have the sense to believe me?” Snape continued to grumble to himself as he stormed down the hallways towards Slytherin. He railed on and on in his head about his notorious mistreatment by that dottering crumpled excuse for a headmaster...

WHAM!

Severus fell onto the ground after having suddenly slammed into something he couldn’t see. He attempted to get up, only to find that someone’s scruffy leg was around his neck.

”POTTER!!”

”Get off of me!” Harry shouted back. Snape pulled back from the child but curled his fingers into Harry’s shirt. He was half-covered with an invisibility cloak.

Snape’s eyes narrowed into thin dark slits. “What makes you think that you can wander about the hallways in the middle of the night! Hm?”

Harry glared at him, just fuming and thinking up some really naughty names. Snape released him with a disgusted look and grabbed the cloak.

”Hey! That’s mine!”

”Is it? And should I give it back to you? Out of the goodness of my heart so that you may sneak about the campus doing Merlin knows what?” He replied sarcastically. Harry made a grab for it, just as Snape pulled it higher, out of the boy’s reach.

”You can’t take it!”

”Why not?”

”Because it’s mine!”

”So you said.” Snape replied, as condescendingly as he could muster. He held the cloak out to look at it, blinked twice and then threw it back onto Potter. The boy jumped. “20 points from Gryffindor and a week’s detention.”

He turned from the boy and went on his way. Silly little children.

***

Draco sat on his bed and sulked. A week’s worth of detention from Hagrid. Just because he’d dumped chum on that mudblood brat Granger and laughed and pointed at her when the thestrals started to chase her.

Draco shook his fist at the ceiling in anger.

”Um...” Goyle said slowly. “What are you doing...”

”I’m ruing. Don’t interrupt someone in the middle of a rue!” Draco snapped. Goyle flinched. A week. A long fucking boring week with Professor McGonagall. She’d probably have him do something infinitely menial and suited only to servants.

”Was what I did so terribly wrong? Those Gryffindors get away with everything. It’s not my fault the little mudblood tastes so good in a chutney sauce.”

”It was terrible what you did.” Pansy leaned against the doorway and turned her snubby little nose up at him. “You got caught. What kind of Slytherin are you?”

”At least I’m doing something! What evil have you wrought lately, hm? Other than scaring the first-years with you face?”

”That only happened that one time!” Pansy glared down Crabbe and Goyle who were guffawing loudly. They paled at the face she was making at them. “And now you have to spend a whole week in detention. I hope McGonagall makes you polish her porcelain doll collection. She has at least eight-hundred of those dolls of little boys in different outfits.”

”That’s... strange...”

”Serves you right.” Pansy sniffed as she left the boy’s dorm.

Draco lay back on his bed trying to think of ways to get Hagrid fired. Punish me for misbehaving. Who did he think he was? A teacher?

***

Harry pouted, sitting in a seat to the far left of the room.

Draco sulked, sitting in a seat to the far right of the room.

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood at the front of the room with her lips pressed into a line. “As the two of you have once again have elected to break the rules, once again you find yourselves before me. I’m really not sure what to do with the two of you. Different houses but two of a kind.”

Draco scowled. Harry hoffed.

”You, Mr. Malfoy seem to have a grievous problem with mistreating your fellow students.” She turned to Harry. “You, Mr. Potter seem to be unable to realize that we do expect you to follow the rules set for everyone else.”

Harry rested his chin on his hand. “So what do you want us to do?”

”Nothing.”

The two boys looked back at her in confusion. She smiled thinly.

”I can think of nothing that would make the two of you behave any better. So you will both sit here and do nothing. Unless you desire to keep each other company with some conversation, which I doubt.” Professor McGonagall took her green robes in hand and headed toward the door. The boys gaped after her. “I will be locking the door with a charm a bit stronger than the kind that you are accustomed to dealing with, Draco. I wouldn’t attempt to unlock it if I were you.”

”You aren’t just going to leave me here with him are you?” Draco demanded. McGonagall favored him with a severe look. Draco looked away angrily.

”Well, boys. You’re going to be spending a lot of time together this week.” She departed. They heard the click of the lock behind them.

Both boys tried not to look at one another.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Thirteen minutes.

”That stupid wench! How dare she just lock us in here! I’ve half a mind to-“

”To what? You got in trouble and now you have detention. Don’t blame Professor McGonagall for it.” Harry said, looking at the blond boy finally. “ You deserve worse, you know. Hermione could really have gotten hurt!”

”So?”

”So?! She’s my friend. And she’s ten times smarter than you are. That’s what, you spoiled little git!”

Draco stood up from his desk and rose to his full height of... at least an inch shorter than Harry. “That filthy little mudblood isn’t smarter than me in the slightest. I have excellent grades!”

”So does she. And she spend all her extra time trying to save the Wizarding World from self-important inbreeds like you.”

”Inbreed?!” Draco sputtered. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry. To his dismay, Harry had gotten his wand out as well. They stood there at wand point trying to glare each other down.

”You just try something, Malfoy.”

”Potter, if I were to try something with you, you would never recover.”

”You think you’re that good, huh?”

”I know I’m that good. Ask any boy in Slytherin, they’ll tell you about my prowess with a wand.”

”Sure. Just keep in mind that you don’t have your little bodyguards here to help you.”

”And you don’t have that girl to back you up.”

”I don’t need any girl at my back!”

Draco rolled his eyes and watched him cynically. They both waited.

”Is your arm getting tired?” Harry asked. Draco scoffed.

”Unlike you, Potter, I can last.”

”Well, I’m putting my wand down. I don’t want another week of detention.”

”I suppose you have a point for once. Albeit a small one.”

”Of course I have.”

Draco crossed his armed and shoved his nose in the air like a good little Slytherin. Harry looked over at him. His eyes ran over Draco’s fine silky hair. He’d always wondered if it were as soft as it looked.

”What are you starting at?” Draco snapped. Harry shrugged.

”You.”

”Well stop it.”

”What am I supposed to look at?” Harry complained. Draco pointed his head even more toward the sky.

”Something else. I’m not your eye candy.”

Harry scowled. “Wanna bet?”

Draco turned around with a look that could have wilted the Whomping Willow. “What?”

”Er...” Harry had barely heard what Draco had said before he’d made his come back. “I mean, I’ll look where ever I want.”

”You foul, unnatural pervert.” Draco sneered. “Is that why you always seem to be in my way? I’d have never guessed. I should have, I suppose, considering the dregs that you run around with.”

”I am not a pervert. And my friends aren’t dregs!”

”You run with mudbloods, crazies, and Burrow Trash. How am I to expect you to be anything other than a flaming puffer?”

”I am not a puffer!” Harry shouted, charging on Draco. The boy’s pale grey-blue eyes widened in alarm and he fumbled for his wand again. Harry grabbed his shoulder firmly, nearly pushing him over. “You think you’re so much better than I am? You’re not! You’re nothing but a cowardly little boy, in dire need of a spanking!”

”You... you don’t scare me, Potter. You beat me up once, like the ruffian you are. I say you can do it again if you want. You’ll only get in trouble again.”

Harry shook him roughly. Draco’s eyes were wild and scared, as though he were an animal trapped suddenly by jaws of iron. “You want me to hurt you?”

”N-no.” Draco tried to shrink out of Harry’s grip. Harry pushed harder, gripped his shoulder harder. Draco winced and looked at him almost pleadingly. “Please don’t hurt me again.”

Harry had him nearly up against the wall. What was he doing?

”Please...”

Suddenly Draco seemed very small. The hard scowl lines around his eyes softened and he appeared like a frightened child in Harry’s firm grip.

”No? You’ve hurt my friends.”

”You hurt....” Draco started defiantly. He snapped his mouth shut as Harry gave his shoulder a squeeze.

”What? I never hurt any of your friends before they hurt us first!” Harry waited for an answer. Draco’s pale face just starred back up at him. “Who did I hurt?”

Draco’s voice was very quiet, but it seemed to fill the volume of the classroom.

”Me.”

Harry laughed and released his shoulder. “Good!”

”You horrible bastard.” Draco whispered, looking at the ground ashamed. He’d made him beg. He’d made him afraid. Draco knew he should raise his wand and blast Harry in two.

”You’re always getting shots off at us first! How can you accuse me of hurting you!”

”Because you hurt me before we even came inside the school!”

”I- what?”

”Nothing.” Draco shrunk against the wall. He didn’t want to think about it. No one had ever turned him down for anything in his life. Until that day:

”What?” Harry walked back over to Draco, who began to shake against the wall.

”Don’t!”

Harry took Draco’s face in his hand, cradling the narrow chin and looked into his eyes. “Don’t like being rejected?”

”N-no.”

”I can fix that.” His hands moved down to Draco’s robes and began to unfasten the buttons. The fabric was thick and soft. Harry moved his hands over Draco’s frozen shoulders and slid the robes off. Draco’s jewel-like eyes were the only part of him moving. He was afraid. He watched Harry’s hands move across his silk shirt. He bowed his head and suddenly a roughness was moving up and down Draco’s neck, almost like a puppy that had just jumped him. But nicer, and it increased in pressure as Harry began to suck on his tender neck roughly.

”Ah!” Draco protested.

”Do you like that?”

”What? NO!”

”Stay still or I’ll slice you open.” Harry said firmly. Draco began shaking like a small child and pressed into the wall. “I don’t care if you like it.”

His rough tongue slithered a trail up the side of his face and then forced its way into Draco’s mouth. His eyes widened as Harry kissed him and began massaging his crotch with one hand. Despite how afraid he was at what was happening to him, Harry’s scent of sweat, overapplied aftershave, and the potion he’d spilled on himself that afternoon filled his nostrils, and Draco felt himself swelling uncomfortably in Harry’s moving hand.

”Ennn... stop!” Harry sucked ruthlessly on Draco’s bottom lip. His face rubbed roughly against Draco’s smooth cheek, prickly uneven patches of stubble and razor cuts. He rubbed Draco’s crotch harder, and the boy cried out in pain. “Stop! Stop!!”

The hand didn’t stop. The tongue didn’t stop. Harry grew fiercer. Draco began to scream in terror.

”Stop it! Get off of me!”

Harry pushed him against the wall again. Draco squeeked.

”Shut up, or it’ll be worse.”

Draco bit his lip as Harry tore open his robe and began sucking angrily on his nipple. His hands pushed down Draco’s boxers and grabbed his arse so hard that Draco was sure he would have blue fingerprints on them the next day. Harry gave another fierce suck and then began biting.

”Ohhhh...” Draco moaned. To Harry’s relief the smaller boy had stopped shaking out of pure fear and was beginning to relax into him. He took that as a good sign and continued his rough ministrations until the nipple began bleeding a little. Harry pulled back and caught the look of surprised disappointment on Draco’s face that he’d stopped. He smirked and then stuck his fingers into his mouth, wetting them, then reached down and forced them into Draco’s arse.
“Ow! That hurt!”

”Shut-up and take it ferret boy!” He tried to spread Draco’s anus by feel, but he wasn’t very good at that. He was hard enough to start now, but he wasn’t sure if he’d fit... he looked down at Draco’s cock, now a fat erection. “Someone’s a grower not a shower.”

”Unnn... why the hell are you up to your elbow in my arse?”

”You’ll see soon enough.”

”It hurts!” He whined and looked at him angrily. Harry shoved another finger up there and began stroking his prostate. The pouty face relaxed into a puzzled expression of pleasure. “The hell?”

Harry lifted Draco a little higher on the wall, slipped Draco’s legs over his shoulders, then forced his stiff cock into him. The boy winced, but made no further complaint, though he was obviously in some discomfort. The look reverted to pleasure as Harry pumped into him powerfully, hitting Draco’s spot while getting off his own jollies.

Draco panted and gripped Harry’s shoulders. He was about a foot from the ground, his legs splayed into the air as Harry slammed him into the wall again and again. It hurt, it burned, but it was wonderful. Draco moaned and felt the sweat pouring down his face. He’d never felt like this. He didn’t even know he could feel like this. Whatever Harry was doing felt so bloody good.

Suddenly the full feeling of Harry inside him was much fuller and wetter, and Harry let loose a sigh of relieve as he pulled out of him. He felt the slick wetness dribbling down his legs as he was let down, and he looked to the ground to see a little blood pooling on the floor along with Harry’s cum. Normally he would flip out at the sight of his own blood, but at the moment he was simply focused on re-centering. He was no longer filled, and he felt disappointed about that somehow. He looked back up at Harry, who was buttoning his trousers and muttering to himself.

”You’d better not tell anyone about this, Malfoy.” Harry warned. Draco sat stiffly onto the ground, not making any effort to reclothe himself.

”Why would I want to let anyone know what just happened?” Draco shot. He looked away sulkily. “We’re lucky McGonagall didn’t come in.... How many points do you think she’d take off for raping another student?”

Harry was quiet. He sat in a chair and refused to answer or meet Draco’s eye. This was not what he’d imagined this moment would be like.

”We have a whole week of these detentions, you know.” Draco said after a moment. “You’d better learn how to lube better, or I’ll learn how to transfigure an anal dentata.”

Harry looked at him in surprise then grinned. “I just didn’t have anything with me. I can nick a tube from Ron’s stash easy.” He walked back over and dropped himself on the floor next to Draco. Then leaned over and sniffed his silky soft blond hair. It had slightly sweet vanilla-y scent to it.

”You need to use less aftershave.”

”I’ll try.”

”Meet me at the Prefect’s lavatory tonight at midnight, and I’ll show you how to do it properly.”

Harry smirked, then ran a hand through Draco’s gel filled hair. “Maybe I’ll show you how to do some things properly, mm?”

He moved his hand down to Draco’s cock, and with the gel to reduce the friction began to rub.

”OhhOOhhhh....”

***

Behind a two-way mirror... Minerva McGonagall chuckled to herself. This week was going to prove most interesting... she’d have to find a way to get a mirror in the Prefect’s bathroom before tonight....