Draco Malfoy was sitting behind his grand mahogany desk, poring over some business papers when he heard the door to his office creak open. He looked up, a scowl already etched on his face, expecting to see one of his bumbling house-elves. But his eyes widened in surprise when he saw who it actually was.
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was standing in the doorway, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Draco's scowl deepened as he took in Harry's usual outfit - a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his glasses perched on his nose. But there was something different about him today, something that made Draco's heart beat a little faster.
"What brings you here, Potter?" Draco asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He leaned back in his chair, trying to exude an air of nonchalance. But on the inside, he was anything but calm.
Harry smirked and walked over to Draco's desk, his eyes never leaving Draco's face. He leaned against the desk, his arms crossed casually over his chest. "I thought it was time we had a little chat, Malfoy," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Draco's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Harry's voice. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "About what?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Harry's smirk grew wider. "About a little business proposition I have for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of business proposition would that be, Potter?" he asked, his tone curious.
Harry leaned closer to Draco, his eyes locked on his. "I want you to be my dominant, Malfoy," he said, his voice even lower than before.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered. "You want me to what?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Harry's smirk didn't falter. "I want you to be my dominant. I want you to teach me the ways of BDSM and take me to the edge," he said, his eyes never leaving Draco's.
Draco stared at Harry for a moment, his mind racing. He had always had a fascination with the world of dominance and submission, but he had never thought that Harry Potter of all people would be interested in it. And yet, here he was, propositioning Draco to be his dominant.
"And why should I do that, Potter?" Draco asked, his voice filled with doubt.
Harry's smirk turned into a playful smile. "Because I know you want to, Malfoy. I know you've been thinking about it ever since we first met," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Draco's face turned red, but he didn't deny it. Harry had always been able to see right through him, to know what he was thinking. It was one of the things that Draco found most annoying about him. But now, it was also one of the things that Draco found most intriguing.
"Fine, Potter. I'll do it. But on one condition," Draco said, his voice filled with determination.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what condition would that be?" he asked, his tone curious.
Draco leaned forward, his eyes locked on Harry's. "You have to do everything I say. No questions asked. No backtalk. You have to be my obedient little submissive," he said, his voice filled with authority.
Harry's smirk turned into a wide grin. "Deal, Malfoy. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," he said, his eyes filled with excitement.
Draco felt a thrill run down his spine at Harry's words. He had never been in a dominant-submissive relationship before, but he was eager to explore this new dynamic with Harry. He stood up, buttoning his jacket.
"Follow me, Potter. We have a lot to discuss," he said, his voice filled with authority.
Harry grinned and stood up, following Draco out of the office. As they walked down the hallway, Draco could feel the tension between them, the anticipation of what was to come. He couldn't wait to start this new journey with Harry, to explore the world of dominance and submission together.
The art of negotiation had never been so thrilling.
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