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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley,
      Hermione_Granger/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Threesome_-_M/M/M,
      Masturbation, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-06-08 Words: 4141
****** mouth ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     Draco saves Harry’s life. Harry thanks him.
Notes
     reposted from agck. written for hpdissemination 2005,
The first time he noticed it, it was mere inches away from his own.
He should have seen it coming, honestly. It was the last Hogsmeade Day before
he would leave Hogwarts, and his would-be assassin had been unusually dormant
since before the Christmas holidays. He should have known that they would take
the opportunity to attack while he wasn’t under the school’s protection and
before he became a fully qualified wizard.
He had been sipping warm butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, discussing his
career plans with his two best friends, when they were suddenly ambushed by
Death Eaters. Five of them, their faces obscured by hoods and masks, were
eliminating anyone and anything standing between them and their prize.
Curses flew, tables overturned, and most of the pub’s occupants attempted to
flee in terror. The three friends remained, however, intent on fighting back to
the best of their abilities. The redhead and the bushy-haired girl stationed
themselves behind an overturned table, using it as a shield to keep them safe
while casting their own special blends of curses and hexes at the intruders.
The raven-haired boy stood tall and faced his ambitious captors, dueling with a
pair of them while his friends held off the rest. He was concentrating so hard
on defending himself against the two attackers at the same time, he didn’t see
a third sneak up behind him. He felt a wand tip right in the middle of his
back.
“Harry, behind you!” warned the girl belatedly.
The boy, Harry, didn’t have time to react. Instead of being cursed or even
worse, killed, he was tackled forcefully and thrown to the ground. His head
bounced off the hard floor, and for a moment he thought he had blacked out.
Voices echoed in the back of his mind, along with the sounds of physical and
magical battle. They all seemed far away compared to the rapid beating of his
heart and the throbbing in his head.
It took all of his energy to open his eyes, and when he finally did, he found
his vision to be horribly fuzzy. He squinted in an attempt to focus better, and
that’s when he saw it.
The mouth. The thin, curved lips tinted the faintest of pink, curling and
twisting to form words he couldn’t comprehend. The pastel hue was prominent in
contrast to the paleness of the surrounding skin. It was turned away from him,
commanding with certitude and dominance.
Then there was silence. It was then that he realized the owner of the mouth was
still on top of him from their tumble to the ground. Their bodies were flush
together, their legs intertwined. The mouth was facing him now, speaking to him
frantically yet incoherently. Strong hands gripped his shoulders and shook him
fiercely, causing his already aching head a few more bursts of pain.
He groaned.
The mouth smirked. It spoke again, in more of an amused tone. He could almost
make out the words, and the voice was unmistakable.
Two concerned faces appeared in his peripheral vision. One had a brilliant red
tint, the other a silhouette of bushy hair; however, he was too mesmerized by
the sight before him to acknowledge their presence, even when one of them slid
his glasses on his nose and he could see properly.
The clarity of his vision only confirmed his suspicions. The mouth’s owner was
more of a loathed enemy than a friend, more likely to join in the endeavors to
kill him than save him, yet he had acted as if the opposite were true.
The mouth’s next words, while almost inaudible, were completely perceptible.
“Now you owe me a Wizard’s Debt, Potter.”
~*~*~*~
Harry Potter woke to find himself tucked warmly into a bed.
He was instantly filled with relief. It had just been a dream! A slightly
twisted dream, nonetheless, but it was still just a dream. There was no way
that could have been real. His arch nemesis since the moment they laid eyes on
each other, saving his life? He chucked sleepily at the absurdity of it.
Wait. Something wasn’t quite right. There was no loud snoring from Neville, no
rustling bed sheets from Ron’s tossing and turning, and no whistle of air
through the window Seamus always left open. It was completely silent.
Harry blinked open his eyes and saw total darkness. He blindly reached around
for his glasses, finding them on a nearby nightstand. After he became
accustomed to the lack of light, he took in his surroundings and realized he
was in the hospital wing.
The pounding in his head verified what he had previously deemed to be unreal.
Draco Malfoy had saved his life.
Draco Malfoy had saved his life.
Draco Malfoy and his mouth.
Images came flooding back to him so fast he shot straight up in bed and winced
from the resulting pain. Wide-eyed in the darkness, Harry saw the mouth as if
it was right in front of him. Taunting him. Teasing him. Smirking at him.
Merlin’s balls. He wasn’t attracted to Malfoy, was he?
Of course not. He nearly laughed out loud at the thought. I’m just attracted to
Malfoy’s mouth.
He buried his head in his hands. Honestly, that blow to the back of the head
must have screwed with his hormones as well as his common sense. He certainly
wasn’t imagining capturing that mouth with his own, running his tongue over the
thin lips. He wasn’t picturing those lips wrapped tightly around his cock,
bobbing up and down as silver-gray eyes stared lustfully up at him. And he
definitely wasn’t getting hard just thinking about it.
Harry sighed and lay back down. His erection created a fairly noticeable tent
in the sheets, reminding him of exactly what he was trying to forget.
The hell with it, he thought as he shoved his trousers down just far enough to
allow his stiff cock to spring free. The curtains were closed around his bed,
and judging by the silence, he was positive he was the only patient in the
hospital wing. It was most likely the middle of the night, and Pomfrey wouldn’t
check on him until morning.
Harry was a very quiet wanker, having shared a dorm with four boys for most of
his post-pubescent life. He would bite his lip, cover his face with a pillow,
anything to drown out the noises that involuntarily surfaced while he was
touching himself. Mostly it was just gasps of breath and a low growl when he
came.
Tonight was different. Maybe it was being alone in the hospital wing, with that
thrilling chance of being caught. Maybe it was the pressure of N.E.W.T.s and
what he would do with the rest of his life. Maybe it was the fact he had almost
died earlier today. Maybe –
Quit lying to yourself, Potter, Harry reprimanded himself inwardly. You know
good and well you’re losing it because you’re visualizing Malfoy.
Malfoy’s mouth. Malfoy’s mouth on his, lips crushing together hungrily as wet
tongues sought each other out. Malfoy’s mouth on his cock, clamped firmly,
sliding it in and out.
Harry gripped himself fiercely and pumped with all his might. He groaned
deeply, not caring if anyone heard him, his mind completely blank except the
vivid images of that mouth on various parts of his body and the aching need for
release.
He came almost immediately, with a loud grunt and a whimpering moan. Staring at
the ceiling, he attempted to catch his breath while his brain scolded him for
what he had just done. He was too tired for an internal battle, however, and
fell asleep quickly. He prayed to whatever gods there were that everything
would sort itself out in the morning, and he could forget this incident ever
happened.
~*~*~*~
“Bout time you woke up, Potter.”
Harry’s eyes shot open at the last voice he expected to hear at his bedside.
Slowly, he turned around and, sure enough, Draco Malfoy was leering down at
him.
Harry’s first thought was to demand, “What do you want?” Then he realized that
it was Malfoy – not Ron and Hermione, but Malfoy – sitting in the hospital
wing, waiting for him to wake up. Malfoy, whom he had just sexually fantasized
about no more than twelve hours ago.
Harry was determined not to look at his mouth. Instead, he fumbled for his
glasses and carefully examined the lack of scenery on the side of his bed
opposite from Malfoy.
“Why?” he asked calmly. “Why did you do it?”
He heard Malfoy sigh uncharacteristically. “He was going to curse you from
behind. I acted on impulse and pushed you out of the way before I even had a
chance to think about it.” He paused dramatically. “I don’t like people who
attack when their opponent’s back’s turned.”
Despite his previous intentions, Harry snapped his head towards Malfoy and saw
that he was shuddering. Those were the exact words fake-Moody had spoke while
making Malfoy bounce in ferret-form.
“Thanks,” Harry said quietly.
Malfoy nodded, biting his bottom lip and obviously not looking at Harry.
“Lessons learned, and all that,” he added briskly.
Harry was staring and he knew it. He couldn’t help it. The mouth was right
there, less than five feet away; not nearly as close at the last time, but his
vision was considerably better right now. He saw Malfoy’s teeth release the
lip, leaving it a darker pink – almost reddish – than the rest of his mouth.
What he didn’t see was Malfoy turning to face him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” asked Malfoy, though not in his usual
commanding tone. Those silver-gray eyes were open wide, as if he had just
realized something astonishing
Harry shook himself. “Nothing,” he said quickly. “I mean, no, I wasn’t looking
at you in any particular way.”
“No,” contested Malfoy defiantly. “You looked at me the same way yesterday. I
thought it was because you hit your head, but you’re doing it again now.”
“I do feel a bit strange,” Harry admitted. “Then again, I’m having a civilized
conversation with you, so anything’s possible.”
Malfoy snorted. “I still hate you.”
“I hate you too.”
“Good.” After an awkward pause, Malfoy cleared his throat and lowered his
voice. “Astronomy Tower, after dinner.”
“Excuse me?” Harry exclaimed.
“Keep your voice down or I’ll change my mind.”
“What are you talking about?”
Malfoy leaned down so that he was right in Harry’s face. “You want it, Potter,
I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. And I heard it last night.”
Harry had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. “I honestly don’t know what
you’re talking about,” he said in what he hoped was an innocent tone.
“Oh, come off it,” said Malfoy, straightening up. “I wasn’t going to say
anything, but then I saw you look at me like that and I just know you were
thinking about me while… well, you know. I’m flattered, actually, albeit a bit
surprised. I always thought you fancied Weasel.”
Now Harry really was confused. “Ron is with Hermione!”
Malfoy shook his head. “At any rate, it’s the perfect way for you to pay off
your debt. Astronomy Tower, Potter. After dinner.”
Malfoy turned and left the hospital wing.
~*~*~*~
Harry couldn’t keep his eyes away from the Slytherin table that night at
dinner. He picked at his food, for fear that Ron or Hermione would notice
something was going on, but they appeared too involved in feeding each other to
worry about Harry’s eating habits. For the millionth time that year, Harry
thought about how grateful he was they had finally admitted their feelings and
let him be.
Across the Great Hall, Malfoy was staring back at him. It wasn’t his usual icy
glare; instead, he raised his eyebrows suggestively and smirked. Even from a
considerable distance away, that mouth was causing Harry to become incredibly
aroused. He didn’t want to wait any longer.
Scooping up his books, he mumbled a quick goodbye to the oblivious couple and
raced towards the Astronomy Tower. The sound of faint footsteps other than his
own signaled that Malfoy wasn’t far behind. In fact, Malfoy had caught up by
the time they reached the Tower, all but shoving Harry inside.
So much for talking first, Harry thought, then realized he really didn’t have
anything to say. Good thing, too, because Malfoy immediately tackled him to the
ground for the second time in two days, only this time he placed his hand
behind Harry’s head to break the fall.
In the dim light of the sunset, Malfoy gazed down at Harry, almost tenderly,
almost lovingly. Almost. That mouth attacked before Harry could prepare for it
and Malfoy took advantage of the startled gasp to slip his tongue inside. It
was demanding and persistent, not in an I-own-you way, as Harry expected, but
more of an I-want-you-now way.
Harry reciprocated and earned an appreciative growl from the back of Malfoy’s
throat. The blonde was completely on top of him, much like in The Three
Broomsticks, but there were considerable differences between then and now. Now
Malfoy was pinning him down, kissing him, and grinding their lower bodies
together. Harry was surprised to feel Malfoy’s erection pressing against his
own; well, maybe not surprised, per se, but he definitely wasn’t expecting
Malfoy to be as aroused as he was, if not more so. It seemed that Harry was in
for a lot of astonishing revelations tonight.
Malfoy released Harry’s mouth and kissed down his jaw line, sucking every piece
of flesh on his way to Harry’s ear. “Mmm,” he mumbled, sending shivers all over
Harry’s body. “Clothes. Off.”
Harry wasn’t about to argue. He undid the clasp on his robes and let them fall
as he pulled his shirt over his head and began unbuttoning his trousers. Malfoy
stared at his bare chest in awe before following suit, both of them removing
their clothing until they could press bare skin together.
Malfoy snaked one hand between them to grasp both of their cocks, rubbing them
together as well as up and down, smearing their combined pre-come around for
extra lubrication. “You like that, Potter?”
“Guh,” said Harry. He was struggling to breathe properly, let alone speak
coherently. He was very, very, very, very glad he decided to do this.
Then Malfoy kissed him again and Harry lost it. Everything else faded from his
mind, except for Malfoy and tongues and these incredible feelings. That mouth
against his, Malfoy thrusting his tongue against Harry’s in the same rhythm he
was stroking their cocks together.
It wasn’t enough. Harry reluctantly pulled away from Malfoy, much to the other
boy’s dismay. He was nearly pouting at Harry, his lips completely reddened and
swollen from kissing.
“I – I want…” Harry began, trembling slightly.
“What do you want?” Malfoy whispered seductively, lowering his head to Harry’s
chest as if he already knew the answer.
“I want – mmm, yeah.” Harry whimpered as Malfoy ran his small fingers up and
down Harry’s sides, flicking a nipple with his tongue. Malfoy locked eyes with
him as he moved further and further down, until he was hovering over Harry’s
cock.
“Is this what you want, Potter?” he asked in a low voice, lightly sweeping his
tongue across the head. “You want me to suck you off?”
“Oh, my… Yes, please,” replied Harry, breathing erratically.
The initial contact of Malfoy’s lips on Harry’s cock caused him to throw his
head back in ecstasy, nearly banging it on the floor again. “Shit, Malfoy…
More.”
Malfoy complied. He took most of the length into his mouth, tightening his lips
around it as he slowly pushed it in and out, running his tongue along the
underside. Harry moaned loudly, lifting his hips in an attempt to thrust
himself deeper in Malfoy’s mouth.
“What the fuck?!”
Harry and Malfoy exchanged a look of wide-eyed terror as Malfoy let Harry’s
cock fall out of his mouth with an audible pop and both boys turned towards the
door of the Astronomy Tower.
Ron and Hermione stood in a shocked half-snog, their jaws on the floor and
their eyes just as wide as their unexpected company’s.
“Uh… Eh.. Oh.. I mean, we -” Hermione trailed off, obviously giving up on
trying to speak. She gestured to Ron and gave him a look that plainly said, Say
something.
“Um.” Ron cleared his throat as if he were about to make a speech. “Uh, hiya
Harry,” he finally said, plastering a giant fake grin on his face.
Harry burst out laughing. “Wow, this is awkward.”
“You can say that again,” sputtered Hermione between bouts of giggles.
“What, no ‘hiya’ for me?” said Malfoy, feigning hurt. He was smirking wickedly
despite the situation, moving behind Harry to nibble on his neck in front of
their new audience.
Ron opened his mouth then closed it, red-faced and visibly uncomfortable. Or
was that arousal? Harry couldn’t tell if the bulge in his pants had already
been there or had formed after the sneak show.
“You can join, if you want,” said Malfoy coolly, continuing his assault on
Harry’s neck, causing Harry to lean back and moan softly. “Just Weasel, though.
Sorry, Granger, I don’t do girls.”
Just when Harry thought nothing else would surprise him tonight, Ron turned to
Hermione and raised his eyebrows, silently asking permission.
Hermione was blushing almost as deep as Ron, but she simply shrugged. “I’ll
just – uh – sit over here -” she gestured frantically towards a corner of the
Tower, as if it was dreadfully important, “- and, um, watch.”
It was Harry’s turn to drop his jaw. He exchanged a look with Ron, his best
mate for seven years, whom he didn’t even know swung that way until this
moment, and saw nothing but lust and anticipation in his eyes. Hermione, even,
appeared exceptionally excited about simply watching the three of them. Harry
would have never guessed her to be a voyeur. He supposed there was a lot he
didn’t know about his friends.
“In or out, Weasel?” Malfoy demanded, not at all taken aback by Hermione’s
unexpected agreement.
“Uh, uh,” Ron said quickly.
“Do it,” she said in a sultry voice, one which Harry and apparently Ron had
never heard before, because they both whipped her heads in her direction.
She smirked at them Malfoy-style from the corner, where she was already seated
with her arms crossed.. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of myself.”
Ron made a strangled noise and tentatively stepped towards Harry and Malfoy,
still facing Hermione.
Malfoy chuckled and tut-tutted Hermione-style. “Weasel has way too many clothes
on. Potter, you -”
Before Malfoy had even finished speaking, Harry pulled Ron down to the floor
and pressed their mouths together. Ron froze at first, but he melted into the
kiss after Harry’s tongue probed its way in his mouth. He kissed back
passionately, fanatically, slipping a hand behind Harry’s head to pull him
closer.
Malfoy pulled them apart long enough to pull Ron’s shirt over his head,
allowing them to kiss again while he went to work on Ron’s trousers. Harry
reached a hand down to help – or, at least, as much help as groping Ron’s cock
through his trousers entailed.
Ron moaned into Harry’s mouth and kissed him harder, lifting his hips when
Malfoy started pushing down his trousers. Harry abruptly broke the kiss and
looked directly into Ron’s dark blue eyes. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Uh – okay,” said Ron hoarsely, his eyes growing even darker with desire.
Harry flashed an evil grin and kissed his way down Ron’s bare chest, tangling
his tongue in the thick red hair leading to his groin. He glanced up to see
Malfoy capture Ron’s mouth, their tongues meeting before their lips did.
Pornographic, almost.
Harry licked up, down, and around Ron’s cock, causing it to twitch. Ron moaned
again, thrusting one hand in Harry’s hair to coax him further. Malfoy led Ron’s
other hand to his own cock, which Ron latched onto and began stroking hastily.
Harry was about to take Ron into his mouth when he heard Hermione speak
faintly. “Turn to face me, Harry,” she said in that sultry voice. “I want a
direct view of you sucking my boyfriend’s cock.”
Harry obliged, moving to Ron’s side and locking eyes with Hermione as he
engulfed Ron’s length. Ron’s whole body shuddered and he tightened his grip on
Malfoy, who in turn bucked his hips uncontrollably, fucking Ron’s hand.
Harry watched Hermione watch them. She was sitting in the corner with her skirt
hiked up, legs spread, knickers pulled aside with one hand while the other
fingered herself violently, rubbing her clit with her thumb.
Harry nudged Malfoy, who removed his mouth from Ron’s to glance in the
direction Harry was pointing. He grinned and twisted Ron’s head to face his
girlfriend. “Look at her,” he whispered. “She’s loving this.”
Ron gasped as he caught sight of Hermione, rolling his eyes in the back of his
head and grunting loudly as he came forcefully into Harry’s mouth. Harry
swallowed, continuing to suck and lick until Ron’s cock was completely soft. He
looked up to meet Ron’s eyes, but they were staring at Hermione in absolute
adoration.
Malfoy removed Ron’s hand from his cock and grabbed a handful of red hair,
jerking his attention away from Hermione and pressing his head down. “You want
to watch your boyfriend suck me off, Granger?” he said evocatively.
Hermione nodded. “I want Harry to shag him while he does it.”
Harry raised his eyebrows and exchanged a look with Ron. Ron looked frightened
initially, but then his face relaxed into an almost wicked grin. “Do it,
Harry,” he said, lowering his head to Malfoy’s crotch and darting his tongue
out to flick the head. “I want you to.”
Harry looked around the Tower, wondering exactly what he was supposed to use
for lubrication, while Ron altered his position so that he was kneeling
directly in front of Malfoy, sticking his arse up in the air.
Malfoy moaned as Ron timidly sucked on the head of his cock, reaching back to
grab a wand from the pile of clothes. “The spell is lubracatos,” he muttered,
tossing Harry the wand.
Harry recognized it as his own wand as he pointed it at Ron’s entrance and
spoke the incantation. Instantly there was a gob of clear gel, and Ron gasped
and garbled something around Malfoy’s cock. Harry was an expert at
understanding Ron when his mouth was full, so he knew he had said, “That’s
cold.”
Not wasting any time, Harry plunged a finger in Ron’s arse and wriggled it
experimentally. After a minute or so, he hit a spot that made Ron growl and
push back against him aggressively, impaling his finger further inside. Harry
searched for that spot again, adding another finger, and then a third, until
Ron was bucking wildly, bobbing up and down on Malfoy’s cock at the same pace.
“I think he’s ready,” said Malfoy in a strained voice, digging his fingers in
Ron’s hair to keep him from choking himself. “Shag him before he explodes,
would you?”
Harry rubbed some of the lube on his cock, positioning it at Ron’s entrance. He
hesitated, but a raucous groan from Hermione caused him to grab Ron’s hips and
ease himself in. Ron yelped and Malfoy tightened his grip on Ron’s head. “Move,
Potter,” he instructed, panting for air.
Harry started moving in and out Ron’s tight arse, throwing his head back and
groaning as Ron met his thrusts, forcing him in deeper. Harry angled himself so
that his cock would pound against the spot that drove Ron mad. A strangled cry
of pleasure from Ron signaled his success.
“Oh, shit,” moaned Malfoy, scrunching his face up. “Oh… yes… oh… I’m going to
come… Oh -”
The sight of Malfoy’s slightly parted, trembling mouth triggered Harry’s orgasm
and he groaned fervently as he spilled himself into Ron. He immediately
withdrew his now flaccid cock and collapsed. Malfoy did the same, scooting
close to Harry and placing affectionate kisses on his collarbone.
Ron, however, wiped his mouth and pounced on Hermione, shoving her hand away
and pinning it to the floor as he drove himself into her. Hermione shrieked,
lifting her hips to meet Ron’s forceful thrusts. They both came
instantaneously, eyes locked, screaming each other’s names.
Harry and Malfoy watched intently as Ron remained inside Hermione, wrapping his
arms around her and kissing her gently. They were both half-hard again, and
Malfoy turned to Harry. “Fancy another go?”
Harry grinned. “I still hate you,” he said.
“I hate you too,” replied Malfoy, just before delivering another mind-blowing
kiss.
But oh. That mouth. He certainly didn’t hate the mouth.
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