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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Bill_Weasley, Neville_Longbottom/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Bill_Weasley, Neville_Longbottom, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Teacher/Student
      Relations, Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-11-25 Words: 2515
****** in the know ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
Bill Weasley eyed his class with an intense scrutiny that would have rivaled
Mad-Eye Moody. It seemed that with the Defense Against the Dark Arts post came
paranoia, especially with his seventh years. The tension in the air was so
thick that he doubted it could be cut even with Sectumsempra, although he
couldn’t tell what it was a result of. With Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in
the same room, though, Bill wouldn’t have been surprised if something
spontaneously combusted.
Malfoy’s return to Hogwarts had been quite of a shock to those in the know. He
didn’t speak much, even to his faithful followers Crabbe and Goyle. Bill had
been instructed to simply teach and not ask questions, but that didn’t stop him
from keeping an eye on Malfoy should he be up to something (again).
Harry was nothing short of a renowned actor for his calm and careless demeanor
in class, especially given Draco’s presence not five feet away. To anyone who
wasn’t in the know, Harry would appear to be just another student who attended
classes and played Quidditch. As the strategically placed Order member at
Hogwarts, however, Bill was informed of Harry’s extracurricular activities
which included hunting for Horcruxes with Ron and Hermione as well as keeping
his own eye on Malfoy.
Bill chuckled inwardly at the thought of Ron and Hermione, who were obviously
together but didn’t want Harry to know while he already had so much on his
mind. Bill would have been in the know about that even if he hadn’t caught them
half-dressed in the library when they were supposed to be making Prefect
rounds. Ron and Hermione bickered much like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and it was
quite obvious that they were more than friends. How Harry couldn’t see right
through them, Bill had no idea.
Neville Longbottom was another interesting student to study. Hand-in-hand with
Luna Lovegood between classes, it would appear as though he was in a happy
relationship. It was his eyes that gave him away; while nobody would suspect
anything of Luna’s dreamy stare, Neville’s gaze was constantly trained on
something (or someone) Bill couldn’t identify. In class, without Luna by his
side, Neville looked highly uncomfortable and even a bit distracted.
Of course, Bill was in the know about that, also. In fact, Neville’s situation
was the only one where the person involved was actually aware of Bill’s
knowledge of the matter. His position as Head of Gryffindor House apparently
came with mentor status because Neville had ended up in his quarters nearly
every night since the beginning of term, pouring his heart out and therefore
confessing his innermost secrets.
The class was too quiet. Copious amounts of tension aside, Bill’s inner alert
system was going off like mad. Did an ineffective werewolf bite give one
special telepathy powers? He would think so, given his recent discoveries. So
many things didn’t suddenly come to his attention by coincidence, after all.
Instinct told him to follow Neville at an undetectable distance after class,
where he observed the boy being cornered by Draco Malfoy immediately upon
dismissal. Out of sight from the other students, they proceeded to have a
hushed conversation until they were interrupted by Harry rushing back to class
as though he had forgotten something. He stopped short at the sight of Malfoy
and Neville in such close proximity and immediately aimed his wand at the
Slytherin.
“Leave him alone,” Harry demanded, his voice taking on an unfamiliar tone of
authority.
To Bill’s astonishment, Malfoy jumped back as he took note of Harry’s presence.
As though on cue, Crabbe and Goyle appeared at Malfoy’s side, glaring
identically at the Gryffindors while at the same time oblivious as to the
reason they were there.
Now surrounded by his followers, Malfoy’s trademark smirk returned to his face.
“No need to point wands, Potter,” he said rather loudly. “I was simply
attempting to squash the latest rumor flying around Hogwarts. However, it would
appear that this one is true.”
Neville’s eyes widened and Bill could see the pleading behind them; he gripped
his wand and prepared to intervene.
“What rumor would that be, Malfoy?” Harry’s tone hadn’t wavered, nor had his
stance.
“That Longbottom is a queer!” Malfoy exclaimed joyfully, earning appreciative
snickers from Crabbe and Goyle. “Did you know? He is only dating Looney
Lovegood so that nobody will figure out that he loves cock! Longbottom? We
should call him Nelly-bottom!”
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle doubled over with laughter while Neville stood in
shock and Harry remained unimpressed.
“What Neville does is his own business,” Harry said dismissively. “And if you
know what’s good for you, you’ll squash the rumor regardless of its validity.”
“Standing up for Nelly-bottom now, are you?” sneered Malfoy. “Perhaps you’re
his real lover? The Boy Who Lived To Take It Up The Arse?”
Harry lowered his wand and gave Malfoy a confused look. “If Neville’s the
bottom, wouldn’t I be giving it to him up the arse?”
Four heads swiveled towards Harry, who snorted and chuckled.
“Whatever,” said Malfoy, turning towards Crabbe and Goyle. “Let’s go.”
As the Slytherins hurried away, Harry patted a bewildered Neville on the back
and said, “In the seven years I’ve fought with Malfoy, I’ve learned that the
easiest way to win is with undisputable logic.”
Neville stared at Harry as though he had sprouted two additional heads. “Er,
thanks.”
“No problem.” Harry grinned. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to discuss our
assignment with Bi – er, Professor Weasley.”
As Neville nodded and disappeared around the corner, Bill took the opportunity
to emerge from the shadows and walk towards Harry.
“Ah, Professor Weasley!” Harry exclaimed. “Just the person I was looking for.”
“What can I do for you, Harry?” Bill replied nonchalantly, trying not to sound
too friendly with one of his students should another professor overhear.
“There’s something I didn’t quite understand about the essay you assigned
today,” said Harry calmly. “And I think I left my quill in your classroom.”
“All right,” said Bill skeptically, noticing Harry’s odd behavior. “Let’s head
back to the classroom and get your quill, and then I can answer your
questions.”
Harry strode past Bill and led the way down the corridor, Bill following with
raised eyebrows. His hand was firmly clutching his wand in the pocket of his
robes; something was definitely off about Harry. In fact, careful observation
proved Harry to have been acting strangely all day, more so than simply putting
on an act for those not in the know.
“I know you’ve been watching me.”
Bill froze as he realized they had completely crossed the classroom and were
now standing in the threshold of his private quarters. Harry had one hand on
either side of the doorframe, as though blocking Bill from entry.
“It has to be tough, being apart from your wife for so long,” Harry continued,
his voice low and raspy. “I’d have never thought you’d be interested, but then
again, I’ve had more unexpected propositions.” Making a face, he abandoned the
doorway in favor of pacing around Bill’s study.
Bill cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Harry, I think you have the wrong -”
“Idea?” Harry finished, turning on his heel to face Bill with a smile. “In a
way, don’t we all have the wrong idea? It’s not right, after all, to feel the
way we feel, to think the way we do about each other. It may be considered
wrong, but to us it is so right.”
Bill opened his mouth and closed it right away upon the acquiescence that he
had no response. He briefly wondered if he had fallen asleep at his desk and
dreamed this entire episode, but that comfort was squashed when Harry
approached him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, backing him up against the
wall and stopping close enough so that their noses almost touched.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Harry’s breath tickled Bill’s face as he
spoke. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be my first time with a man. Or with a
teacher, even.” He chuckled. “Neville’s not the only queer at Hogwarts, you
know.”
Clearing his throat again, Bill wracked his brain to think of a way to
eradicate himself from the situation, to get away and forget it ever happened.
To get away from those piercing green eyes, enticing lips, warm breath, deep
voice…
When Harry gripped Bill by the hips and pressed against him, Bill gasped at the
acknowledgement that they were both fully hard. When Harry leaned in to brush
their lips together, Bill allowed his mouth to part and his tongue to meet
Harry’s halfway.
One of Harry’s hands slid up Bill’s back to grasp the long ponytail, pulling
slightly as though he wanted an abrupt way to break the kiss. Bill obliged,
leaning his head back and emitting a low growl he didn’t know he was capable of
while Harry attacked his exposed neck with licks and nibbles.
“It’s all right,” Harry said quietly, lifting his head up to look at Bill
though hooded eyes. “I consent.”
Bill, who had never so much as thought about another bloke this way before,
gave in to the wonderful sensations as Harry kissed him again and tore open his
robes, running his hands up and down Bill’s muscular chest. One hand continued
downwards and snuck inside Bill’s trousers, trailing the fingertips along his
aching erection with soft, teasing strokes.
“Mmm, Harry.” Bill arched into the touch, reluctantly raising his arms to
clutch onto Harry’s waist. “Please.”
Harry chuckled low in his throat as he outlined Bill’s ear with his tongue.
“Please what? What do you want me to do to you?”
Harry wrapped his fingers around Bill’s cock and squeezed; Bill moaned.
“Mmm… that. Keep doing that.”
Bill could almost feel Harry grinning into his shoulder.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to do that with another part of my body?”
The words sent shivers down Bill’s spine, and he hissed as Harry squeezed
again.
“If-if you want to.”
“Where do you want it?” Harry sucked Bill’s earlobe into his mouth in a very
suggestive manner. “In my mouth?” He thrust his tongue inside Bill’s ear. “In
my arse?”
“Mmm,” was all Bill managed to reply as he felt himself being lowered to the
floor.
“You want it in my arse, don’t you? You want to fuck me.”
Bill groaned again and opened his eyes to see Harry directly below him,
underneath him. All logical thinking ceased as he captured Harry’s lips once
more, grinding their arousals together through their clothes.
Harry made quick work of their trousers and within no time they were flesh to
flesh, both of their cocks pumped together in Harry’s hand. Bill hastily broke
the kiss and looked down into Harry’s flushed face, his eyes questioning.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Bill admitted quietly.
“I’ll show you,” whispered Harry, searching for one of Bill’s hands. “Get your
wand out.”
“I know the lubrication spell,” Bill offered brightly.
Harry grinned. “Good. Use it on my arse.”
Bill withdrew his wand and cast the spell. Harry moaned slightly at the sudden
contact, a sound that went straight to Bill’s cock.
Wordlessly, Harry placed Bill’s hands between his legs and pushed a finger
inside. Bill tentatively wiggled it around until he hit a spot that made Harry
arch completely off of the floor and let out a feral moan. He nudged another
one of Bill’s fingers in, and another, and Bill was intent on hitting that spot
over and over again and making Harry’s face scrunch up adorably.
“Fuck,” hissed Harry, tossing his head back with such force that he almost
banged it on the floor. “Fuck, Bill. Fuck me.”
Bill wasted no time pushing Harry’s knees to his chest and moving into
position. He hesitated, glancing down at Harry for affirmation. He could see
the need in Harry’s eyes and when Harry mouthed “do it,” Bill abandoned all
pretense and shoved his cock inside Harry’s arse.
They both groaned and Harry gripped Bill by the arse, urging him to move. Bill
complied, pushing himself deeper into the hot tightness, on the edge of losing
his mind.
“What’s that?” Harry said suddenly, turning his head towards the door to the
classroom.
“Hmm?” Bill halted his motions and followed Harry’s eyes. “Oh, it’s a one-way
mirror that one of the previous teachers set up, probably to spy on their
students when they thought he wasn’t watching. We can see out, but they can’t
see in.”
“Not that,” said Harry. “And don’t stop. There’s somebody in there.”
Bill started moving again and attempted to focus through the door, for there
were in fact two bodies in what should have been an empty classroom.
“Oh, my God,” said Harry, his eyes rolling back into his head as he returned
his attention to the man on top of him. “It’s Malfoy and Neville.”
Bill’s jaw dropped as the bodies became clearer and it was in fact Neville
Longbottom throwing Draco Malfoy down on Bill’s desk and climbing on top of
him.
“I’ll show you nelly bottom!” Neville’s muffled voice shouted.
“Oh, my God,” Bill and Harry said in unison.
“Oh please, please,” came Malfoy’s voice, sounding more insistent than
sarcastic. “Please show me, Master. I have been so bad.”
“Damn right you have!”
Smack. Bill found himself quickening his pace as Neville’s hand made contact
with Malfoy’s bare arse, the blonde’s howl loud enough to wake the entire
castle had these rooms not been charmed silent.
Harry leaned up to suck on Bill’s neck as the older man watched the other two
boys intently. “Bloody voyeur, you are.”
Bill simply grunted and pumped harder as Harry’s sucks turned into bites. On
the other side of the door, Neville had Malfoy spread wide open like some sort
of wanton slut, bound to the desk with rope and a magical ring around his cock
as Neville stood next to the desk with his pants around his ankles, pounding
into Malfoy with wild abandon.
“Holy fuck,” muttered Harry, detaching himself from Bill’s neck to get a better
look. “That’s kind of hot.”
“Mmm,” agreed Bill, his eyes locked on the unobstructed view of Neville’s cock
plunging in and out of Malfoy’s arse.
“Bill,” whimpered Harry, tightening his hold on Bill’s arse in an effort to
speed up his rhythm. “Bill, please touch me. I want to come with you.”
Shifting his weight to one arm, Bill snaked a hand between their sweat-
slickened bodies and grasped Harry’s cock. Stroking it in time to his thrusts,
he felt his orgasm crash over him just as Harry groaned and came all over his
stomach and Bill’s hand.
Panting heavily, Bill withdrew his spent cock from Harry’s arse and rolled off
of him, staring at the ceiling as though it would forgive him for what he had
just done.
Harry, however, had crawled towards the door and placed one hand longingly on
the one-way glass.
“I knew that bastard was cheating on me.”
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