Draco smirked, unable to believe his good luck. He supposed all he'd needed was the extra push, the extra drive, in order to finally triumph over Potter, catching the Snitch first that afternoon. Unsurprising that gambling was involved, really, but he'd been shocked Potter had agreed in the first place.

Slave for a week. Potter hadn't known what he was getting into. Probably had lovely mental pictures of Draco shining his boots and washing his Quidditch gear. Innocent elbow grease. But that's what made him a Gryffindor and Draco a Slytherin.

"Malfoy," whimpered Potter, struggling against his restraints. "Don't leave me like this. Please."

Draco arched an eyebrow, languidly stroking his hard cock, completely aware that his slave's eyes were on him. He chuckled softly when he saw Potter lick his lips unconsciously, his own painfully hard erection bobbing a few centimetres above his abdomen. "I could help you out, Potter." The other boy sighed, writhing gratefully. "But what will you do for me?"

Potter paused for a moment, so Draco hovered the palm of his free hand above Potter's prick, feeling the heat radiating from it. He assumed the heat was mutual when Potter moaned and tried arching upwards. Draco abruptly yanked the hand away. "Anything," Potter moaned. "I'll do anything you want. You can do whatever you want to me."

Draco managed to bite back a grin. Perfect. He let go of his own erection, knowing he'd soon be well taken care of, and knelt between Potter's outstretched, bound legs, bending over to lick Potter's length from base to tip. Potter moaned, automatically bucking his hips. Draco dipped his tongue in the slit, sampling the drops that had collected there. "Oh, oh, God," cried Potter. "Oh, Draco..."

Immediately, Draco sat up, giving Potter's thigh a hard pinch. "We're not on a first name basis here, slave. Address me properly." He bent over again, mouth hovering Potter's aching cock.

Potter looked perplexed and Draco rolled his eyes. The boy was pretty, but dumber than a box of rocks. Then, something resembling comprehension sparked in his eyes and he begged, "Please...Master."

There was the magic word. Draco swallowed Potter's cock, generously using his tongue as he moved. Up and down, up and down, lick, suck, lick. He grabbed Potter's base with one hand, fondling his balls with the other, and the slave's pleas turned into incoherent gibberish. Potter'd been so far gone that hot, salty bitterness soon flooded over Draco's tongue. Swallowing, he pulled up and sat back on his haunches. Mock angrily, he wiped his mouth.

"Did I say you could come?" Draco said, eyes flashing. Potter whimpered and Draco grinned. His turn.