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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter/Blaise_Zabini, Draco_Malfoy/Blaise_Zabini
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Blaise_Zabini
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Established
      Relationship, implied_student/teacher_relations
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      Published: 2005-04-23 Words: 7994
****** subliminal mind fuck ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     Draco has an impossible fantasy. Blaise has a crazy idea.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
     Part One – Draco’s Fantasy
Blaise Zabini strolled into the Slytherin common room and plopped down on the
couch right next to Draco Malfoy.
“Do you mind?” Draco spat bitterly, not bothering to look up from his Potions
essay. “There is plenty of room on this couch. It is not necessary for you to
sit on my lap.”
Blaise grinned. “No. You see, Dray,” (Draco winced at Blaise’s “pet name” for
him) “if I was sitting in your lap, your parchment would have my arse prints on
it.”
Draco sniggered despite himself. “I bet Snape would give it an O.”
“Of course he would,” said Blaise bluntly. “My arse is absolutely Outstanding.”
“That it is,” Draco agreed. He rolled up the parchment and set his quill and
ink on the table. “It’s obvious I won’t be finishing this tonight.”
“Shall we go shag, then?” Blaise asked innocently.
Draco rolled his eyes and followed Blaise up the stairs. As Head Boy, Draco had
his own room, which he had been putting to use all year with the self-
proclaimed “Slytherin Sex God.” He had to admit that it sure beat squeezing
into the four-posters in the dormitories. Ironically, they were learning
expansion charms this year.
Draco barely made it through the door before Blaise grabbed him by the
shoulders and threw him on the bed, leaving the door wide open.
“Blaise!” exclaimed Draco. “The door! What if someone walks by and sees -”
“Let ’em watch,” said Blaise, pouncing on the bed and crawling wantonly up
Draco’s body until he was directly on top of him. He caught Draco’s open mouth
in a passionate kiss, growling as he ground their arousals together through
their clothes.
“Mmm,” Draco moaned into Blaise’s mouth, grabbing his arse with both hands and
pulling him closer.
Blaise licked his way to Draco’s ear and whispered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t
you? Someone watching us like this. Maybe even wanking themselves to it.”
“No, that’s you who’d like that,” replied Draco, shuddering as Blaise tongued
his ear. “That’s why your fantasy is to shag on the Quidditch pitch in the
middle of a match.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Blaise rolled off Draco and started
disrobing the both of them. “It’s not like we’d be in the way – they’re all up
in the air.”
Draco lifted his hips so Blaise could remove his trousers. “All right, then
what about the one where we’re shagging on the table in the Great Hall during
dinner?”
“The professors’ table,” Blaise corrected. “Better view for all.”
Draco sighed and gave up. Blaise had them both completely naked in less than a
minute. He swung a leg over Draco’s and ran his hands over his sleek, muscular
chest. “What do you want first?” he purred. “Do you want me to suck you or fuck
you?”
“Both,” answered Draco promptly.
“No can do, love,” said Blaise, tracing circles around Draco’s nipples. “I am
many things, but a contortionist I am not. You’ll have to pick one.”
“Then suck me.” Draco braced himself for the wonderful feeling of Blaise’s
brilliant mouth, but as usual, he took his sweet time making his way down
Draco’s body. He paused to attend to each nipple until they were perfectly
erect, much like other parts of his body that were screaming for attention.
“Blaise, please,” he whimpered, thrusting both hands into Blaise’s wild black
hair.
“Patience, young Malfoy.” Blaise moved down to Draco’s midsection, flicking his
tongue across his waistline. Draco threw his head back and moaned loudly as
Blaise sucked on the sensitive spot just above his right hip. He was instantly
filled with anticipation for what was going to happen next.
Draco had been messing around with Blaise for the good part of seven years, yet
he was still amazed at Blaise’s creative new ways to avoid falling into the
same blow-and-shag routine. Today, it was a wet finger inching up the back of
Draco’s thigh while Blaise continued to tease around the front. Draco had a
pretty good idea where that finger was heading.
He looked down to see those big sapphire-blue eyes staring up at him through
the fringe of hair that had fallen into his face. “You wanted both at the same
time,” said Blaise, in a low voice thick with lust. “I’m going to do the best I
can.”
Draco seriously hoped he wouldn’t have to shag in public in exchange for this,
but all thoughts were erased from his head as Blaise’s mouth engulfed him.
Blaise was extremely talented at this, among many other things. Of course, he’d
had a lot of practice, but Draco tried not to think about that as he
concentrated on enjoying the double stimulation.
The wet finger edged closer to Draco’s entrance as Blaise continued his award-
worthy oral performance, creating an airtight suction with his mouth. Draco
felt the finger probing the taut ring of muscle, not quite going inside. The
intensity was enough for Draco to buck his hips, forcing himself further into
Blaise’s mouth.
Blaise chuckled around his mouthful of cock, which Draco found oddly delightful
– although it was nowhere near as delightful as when Blaise took him in all the
way and plunged his finger into his arse simultaneously.
“Oh, my -” Draco trailed off, his heavy panting making it difficult to speak.
Blaise added another finger and made no effort to stop Draco’s prick from
banging against the back of his throat. Draco inwardly thanked whatever gods
there were that Blaise didn’t have a gag reflex.
Blaise was thrusting his fingers in and out and bobbing his head up and down at
the same pace. Draco lost control of his body and started squirming, aching for
release. Blaise used his free hand to hold him down, and much to Draco’s
dismay, he lifted his mouth, causing his cock to slide out with an audible pop.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Blaise looked positively devious, grinning
wickedly up at Draco from between his legs.
“I will hex you into next week if you don’t keep – oh… going -” Draco’s threat
died out as Blaise continued from where he left off. He sucked him with wild
abandon, his fingers pounding against the spot deep inside Draco that made him
see stars.
“Blaise!” Draco’s orgasm hit him before he even knew it was coming. He grabbed
fistfuls of Blaise’s hair and yanked hard as he came forcefully into Blaise’s
mouth.
Draco felt Blaise detach himself from him and cuddle up to him as he basked in
the afterglow of his mind-blowing orgasm. “I love it when you pull my hair,”
Blaise growled into his ear, pressing his erection against Draco’s side.
Draco grunted, unable to form any coherent words. Blaise just smiled and held
him tighter. Draco wriggled out of his grasp and pushed Blaise on his back,
settling himself in his lap.
“Ooh, my turn,” said Blaise mischievously, clapping his hands together.
Blaise loved it when Draco bottomed from the top, and Draco knew it. He slowly
lowered himself onto Blaise’s rigid cock and watched him arch his back and slam
his head backwards into the pillow. His face was priceless – mouth gaping open,
eyes fighting the urge to shut completely. He grabbed Draco’s hips and
attempted to move him, but Draco captured his hands and pried them away.
“Not this time, Zabini,” Draco said astutely. “You’re going to lay there and
enjoy it while I do all the work.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Blaise, playing the part. He went one step further as to
place his hands behind his head, as if he were about to do a sit-up.
Slightly amused by Blaise’s submissive behavior, Draco took full advantage of
his position to slowly move up and down, teasing Blaise as he had just done to
him. Blaise let out a moan worthy of Muggle porn star, followed by a whine.
“Faster, Dray. Please.”
Draco shook his head. “Payback’s a bitch,” he said.
“And so are you,” Blaise replied, grinning madly despite the situation.
“Usually, anyway.”
“Shut up.” Draco leaned forward for better leverage with no intentions of
succumbing to Blaise’s wishes anytime soon. Instead, he dragged his neatly kept
nails up Blaise’s sides, causing him to arch his back even further and lift his
hips in attempts to speed up Draco’s thrusts. Draco ignored him and
concentrated on Blaise’s muscular chest, hairless except for a few strands
around his nipples and a happy trail starting underneath his belly button.
Draco took both nipples in his fingers and pinched lightly. Blaise bucked
wildly and screamed with pleasure as Draco tweaked harder. Blaise was flopping
around like a fish out of water, and Draco was mildly impressed that he had
managed to restrain his hands the entire time.
“Dray,” he gasped, struggling to speak between sharp intakes of breath.
“Please… I’m about to lose it… Can’t wait much longer… Oh, fuck!”
Blaise’s last words were literally shrieked as Draco gave in and quickened his
pace. Blaise released his hands to dig deep into Draco’s arse as he came
instantly. Draco watched Blaise’s face scrunch up adorably as he thrust upwards
one last time, spurting the last of his orgasm.
Blaise’s eyes popped open as he tried to catch his breath. “Bloody hell,” he
swore.
“Yeah,” Draco agreed, rolling off Blaise and beginning his post-coital routine
of hunting for their clothes.
“I can’t move,” declared Blaise.
“You’re welcome,” said Draco, gathering Blaise’s clothes as well and tossing
them at him. Blaise made no effort to get dressed, opting to watch Draco
instead.
“You know, I hate your hair like that,” Blaise admitted suddenly.
Draco paused in the midst of pulling up his trousers. “You do?”
“Yeah, I really do.” Blaise burst out laughing. “The gel makes my hands all
greasy and makes me feel like I’m shagging Snape.”
Draco made a face as if he had just smelled something rotten. “I honestly did
not need that visual.”
Blaise leaned up on his elbows and grinned wickedly. “Best detention I ever
had.”
“Must you constantly remind me how much of a tart you are?”
“Were,” he corrected. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been completely faithful to you
since the beginning of term.”
“It’s only the second week!” Draco exclaimed.
“My longest run ever.” Blaise sighed with content.
Draco rolled his eyes and finished getting dressed. “Well, I’m off to finish my
essay that someone interrupted earlier.”
“Wait,” said Blaise. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, I’ll stop slicking my hair back,” Draco said dryly without turning
around.
“All right, but that wasn’t my question.”
“What is it, then?”
“You can at least look at me, you insufferable prat.”
Draco obliged. He spun on his heel to face Blaise, still naked in the bed with
his clothes carelessly strewn across him. Draco ignored the urge to take him
again. “I’ve never known you to be so reluctant to ask anything,” he observed
aloud.
Blaise took a deep breath. “Do you really, you know, want both at the same
time?” He added quickly, “Because I can arrange that.”
“I’m sure you can.” Draco narrowed his eyes. “I bet you already have someone in
mind.”
“Dray, if I wanted to shag someone else, I would,” said Blaise firmly. “This is
about you. You let me shag you with the door open. I want to fulfill your
fantasy.”
“But what I want is impossible,” countered Draco, blushing slightly.
“Nothing is impossible.” Blaise patted the spot next to him on the bed and
Draco hesitantly sat. “However, I can’t at least try if you don’t tell me.”
“All right,” said Draco, “but this doesn’t mean I’m in love with you or
anything poofy like that.”
“I already know you love me.” Blaise grinned. “I don’t blame you.”
Draco pretended he didn’t hear him. “My fantasy is shagging you while you’re
shagging me.”
Blaise frowned in thought, as if he was seriously considering the likelihood of
that happening. “Hmm. So that would mean there was two of me. When was the last
time you shagged me, anyway?”
“Second year,” answered Draco promptly. “You wanted to try it and didn’t like
it.”
Blaise looked straight into his eyes. “You’re the only one I let do that, you
know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You’re much more well-endowed than you were when we were twelve. We could give
it another go, if you want.”
“What, now?”
“Why not, are you worn out?”
“I have homework to do!”
Blaise chuckled. “Sometimes I feel like I’m shagging Granger.”
Draco glared at him “Take that back or I’ll hex you.”
“Promises, promises.” Blaise finally started putting his clothes back on.
“Fine, go finish your essay. We’ll discuss this later.”
“Fine.” Draco left his room and thundered down the stairs, Blaise on his heels.
They were greeted with applause as they entered the common room.
Blaise bowed graciously. “Thank you, thank you.”
Draco shook his head and returned to his essay, only to be distracted yet again
by the sound of his Head of House’s voice.
“I take it I must remind you two,” Snape said calmly, “that silencing charms
only work if the door is closed.”
Blaise’s eyes lit up. “Did anyone watch?”
     Part Two – Blaise’s Crazy Idea
“I’ve got an idea,” Blaise hissed to Draco in the middle of their N.E.W.T.-
level Potions class. They were chopping up ingredients for the Night Vision
Draught, an exceptionally difficult potion used only by fully trained Aurors to
allow them to see in the dark.
“About what?” Draco replied nonchalantly, his attention more focused on the
complicated instructions on the board than on his partner.
“About your fantasy.”
Blaise’s voice was barely audible, but Draco snapped his head up as if he had
screamed the words. “We are in class, Blaise,” he whispered back. “Besides, I
already told you. It’s impossible.”
“No, it’s not.” Blaise let his gaze linger on Draco before glancing at the
board to see the next step.
They added three ingredients and Draco took the first turn at stirring. “Well,
are you planning on telling me anytime soon?”
“Do you even want to know?” Blaise’s look could have easily turned boiling
water into ice.
Draco closed his eyes briefly. “Yes, I want to know. Please enlighten me with
your brilliant scheme to clone yourself.”
“Not so much cloning,” said Blaise, relaxing his face and smirking slightly.
“More like convincing my twin.”
“If you had a twin, we wouldn’t be having this debate.”
“Very true.”
Blaise paused.
“But there is someone here who looks strikingly similar to me – without the
charm and irresistible sex appeal, of course.”
Draco snorted. “And who would that be?”
“Harry Potter.”
Draco nearly knocked over the cauldron as he swung his head to gape at Blaise.
“Have you gone mad?!”
“Maybe you’d better let me do that,” said Blaise, taking the ladle and stirring
the potion. “And no, I have not gone mad. Just look at him. We’re almost
identical.”
Draco stared at Blaise in utter disbelief. “I can’t believe you. You’re bloody
serious, suggesting I shag you and Potter!”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t enjoy it,” scoffed Blaise. “You’d bend him over like the
bitch that he is, pounding him into the mattress while I take you from behind -
”
“I do not need a play-by-play, thank you very much,” said Draco crossly. “And
even if I thought this was a good idea, which I most definitely do not, how do
you know he even swings that way?”
“Snape told me,” said Blaise simply.
Draco covered his face with his hands. “When am I going to learn not to ask
these things?” he mumbled into his palms.
“Probably never. Now don’t you worry about Potter – I’ll take care of him. But
think about it, will you? Put aside your bloody Malfoy ego for just one second
and take a good look at him.”
Against his better judgment, Draco forced his eyes to roam across the room
where Harry was partnered with Hermione. As usual, she was doing all the work
and he was leaning on the desk, an arm propping his head up, staring into space
and looking dreadfully bored.
Blaise’s voice was sultry in his ear. “Imagine him without the glasses, since
he probably won’t be wearing them. Or anything else, really, but that’s beside
the point.” He chuckled softly. “We have the same facial structure. We even
have the same bloody haircut, although mine only sticks up like that after a
good shag. I’m taller than he is, but that won’t matter once we’re all
horizontal. Same scrawny build, and would you believe this, Snape said he’s
almost as big as I am -”
Draco whipped his head around and gave Blaise a shove. “Honestly!” he hissed.
“You have become a complete nutter if you think for one second that I would
even consider this.”
“Well I’m not a nutter, so that must mean you’re considering it.” Blaise
flashed a cheeky grin.
“Quit trying to manipulate me,” demanded Draco. “Let me spell it out for you.
There is no bloody way I am shagging Potter. Somehow I think this has turned
into your fantasy to share me with someone else.”
Blaise’s smile fell. “I’ve never fantasized about that,” he said earnestly.
“Even with a girl.”
Draco instantly felt bad. “I’m sorry,” he said calmly. “I know you’re just
trying to help me, but seriously, it wouldn’t be my actual fantasy unless I
really thought it was two of you.”
Blaise nodded and stared straight ahead of him. “Subliminal mind fuck,” was all
he said.
“What?” replied Draco incredulously.
“If you’ll turn your attention to our cauldron for a moment,” Blaise
instructed. Draco, in a cloud of confusion, simply did as he was told,
wondering what in the world their simmering potion had to do with anything at
all at the moment.
“The Night Vision Draught,” Blaise explained, “can be altered to deteriorate
one’s sight instead of improving it.”
Draco followed Blaise’s gaze to the instructions on the board. “How do you know
that?”
“Well for one, because I’m the top Potions student in our class.” He sat up
proudly. “Really, though, Snape suggested it. Why do you think we’re brewing it
so early? You know that we weren’t supposed to learn enhancement draughts until
second term.”
Draco’s jaw dropped. “You told Snape about this idiotic scheme?!” He looked
over at the potions master, only to find him glaring right back. Draco could
have sworn the greasy git winked at him before returning to his work.
Blaise was biting his lip to keep from laughing. “What, do you think I simply
asked about Potter’s sexuality and told him to have a nice day? Honestly, Dray,
sometimes you can be so thick.”
“So, what did he say then? Surely he thinks it’s a terrible idea.”
“Actually, it’s quite the opposite. According to him, you and Potter needed to
shag a long time ago. House unity and all. He thinks it’s a brilliant solution
to your whole fantasy problem, and he proposed we brew the draught
incorrectly.”
“Snape never does anything for anybody without getting something in return,”
said Draco. “It’s the Slytherin way. What are you doing for him?”
“There you go, asking questions you don’t want to know the answers to again,”
was all Blaise said.
Draco sat in silence for a few minutes, watching Blaise stir the contents of
the cauldron. “So you’ve already buggered up the potion then?”
“That’s right.”
“And you’re going to bottle some before it’s cleared away?”
“You’re just a natural sleuth, aren’t you?”
“Were you planning on sneaking it into my pumpkin juice, then, or did you plan
on giving me some kind of warning before I went blind?”
Blaise rolled his eyes. “This is your warning, you git. And you don’t go
completely blind; that would defeat the whole purpose. Your vision just gets
fuzzy, while one of your other senses intensifies. It’s exactly the opposite
effect that the actual draught has, where you sacrifice over fifty percent of
some other sense – usually taste, since it’s not that important in a life-or-
death situation – in order to sharpen your eyesight.”
Draco tried to follow Blaise’s explanation. “So you’re saying that by drinking
this potion, I’m going to be almost blind while shagging you and Potter, but
I’ll be able to taste everything?”
“Merlin’s balls, Dray, stop being so cynical.” Blaise pointed towards one of
the leftover ingredients they hadn’t put away yet. “Adding that allows the
sense of touch to be heightened, while your sight drops to below half of its
normal state. Do you get it now?”
“Yes,” Draco replied irritably, “but I don’t see how losing my vision is going
to make me forget that it’s Potter.”
“It’s not,” said Blaise. “You’ll know that it’s really Potter, but your vision
will be buggered up enough to cover the few differences between him and me.
You’ll just have to use your imagination and pretend it’s two of me. Besides,
with the stronger sense of touch, I doubt you’ll really care who we are, as
long as we keep touching you.”
“Subliminal mind fuck,” Draco repeated.
“Exactly,” said Blaise, handing the ladle back to Draco. “It’s your turn to
stir.”
Draco stirred the potion while looking thoughtfully towards Harry’s table. He
decided Blaise and Harry did look a lot alike, minus the obvious differences.
If he squinted and pictured Harry without his glasses, he could almost believe
that it was Blaise. He could only imagine what it would be like under the
effects of the potion. It would feel like he was in bed with two of Blaise,
just like in his fantasy.
“All right, I’ll do it,” he finally agreed.
Blaise grinned wickedly, rubbing his hands together in true Slytherin style.
“Let the games begin.”
     Part Three – Convincing Harry
Draco was just stepping out of the shower when Blaise flung open the door,
nearly missing his head.
“Good, you’re in here,” he said breathlessly.
Draco rolled his eyes and decided against giving him a lecture about knocking.
He simply dried off, not bothering to fasten the towel around his waist, and
strode past him to put on the clean clothes he had laid out on his bed prior to
showering.
He waited for Blaise to say something, figuring anything that required him to
barge in without announcing his presence was fairly important. But Blaise
remained silent, and Draco turned to find him staring at him in awe.
“What is it?” he asked.
Blaise found his voice. “You didn’t do your hair,” he said.
Draco reached up to run a hand through his still-wet locks. “I suppose I
didn’t. You said you liked it better this way, so what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just resisting the urge to pound you into the mattress.” Blaise
grinned madly.
“I’m not opposed to that,” replied Draco.
“Later.” Blaise waved it off and started looking around the room. “Where’s your
pensieve? I want to show you this while it’s still fresh in my mind.”
Draco knew better than to ask any questions. He pointed to his dresser. “Top
drawer, behind the socks.”
Blaise dug out the pensieve and set it in the middle of Draco’s bed. He pulled
a silvery strand out of his hair and added it to the few other strands that
were already in there. “Kind of empty, isn’t it?”
“Not a lot I care to remember,” Draco said dryly.
Blaise simply nodded and motioned for Draco to kneel on the bed. “You’re going
to love this.”
Draco had no idea what he was in for. He peered into the pensieve and instantly
he fell into what looked like the Transfiguration corridor. He saw Harry
walking towards him with Ron and Hermione, having just left class.
It occurred to Draco that he was still naked, and even though he knew he was
inside Blaise’s memory and they couldn’t see him, he still snuck behind a
statue as they walked by. Ironically enough, memory-Blaise was standing behind
the same statue.
Blaise had his wand out, pointing it at Harry’s head and muttering an
incantation under his breath. Draco recognized it as the spell to make someone
think that they forgot something in the place they just were.
Harry stopped suddenly, and Ron and Hermione turned to look at him. “You guys
go on ahead,” said Harry, “I think I left my quill on the desk. I’ll meet up
with you guys in the Great Hall, all right?”
Ron and Hermione nodded and continued on their way. Harry turned around to go
back to McGonagall’s classroom, but Blaise snatched him and pushed him through
the wall next to the statue.
Draco stared at the wall for a minute before cautiously stepping through it. He
found himself in a small room with a few cushions on the floor, a few feet away
from where Blaise and Harry looked like they were ready to duel.
“Bloody hell, Zabini.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his wand.
“Where the fuck are we?”
“My newest discovery,” answered Blaise, also putting away his wand. “Actually,
I was going to take you the empty classroom next to McGonagall’s, but I found
this by accident and decided this would be easier.”
“Couldn’t you have just sent an owl?” asked Harry. “Why the whole kidnapping
bit?”
“You have nosy friends. And besides, I dig the ‘whole kidnapping bit.’ I can be
quite kinky, you know.”
“So I remember.”
They smiled coyly at each other. Harry took a seat on one of the cushions.
“What’s this about, anyway? I thought you were exclusively with Malfoy now.” He
rolled his eyes at the mention of Draco’s name.
“I am,” replied Blaise, plopping down on the cushion across from Harry. “In
fact, that’s why I brought you here. We need your assistance with something.”
“What could I possibly do for either of you?” asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
“You could do a lot for me.” Blaise winked, causing Harry to blush. “But
seriously, though. Draco told me about his wildest fantasy, and I’m going to
need you as a willing participant.”
Harry snorted. “You’re telling me that I play a part in Malfoy’s wildest
fantasy.”
“Not exactly. You see, he wants to be with two of me – one in front and one
behind, if you know what I mean.”
“Thank you for the vivid description,” said Harry sarcastically, “and yes, I
know what you mean. But what’s this have to do with me?”
“Well, you kind of look like me, so -”
“No bloody way, Zabini.” Harry crossed his arms across his chest and shook his
head. “I will not be a whore for you and Malfoy.”
“How about a rent-boy, then?” Blaise wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“You want to pay me for this?” said Harry incredulously.
“Not with gold, mind you,” said Blaise, kneeling out of the cushion and
crawling towards Harry. “I was thinking of more of a favor barter.”
Harry watched Blaise come closer like he was a cat on the prowl. “What kind of,
er, favor did you have in mind?”
Blaise was right in front of Harry now. He cupped Harry’s face with one hand
and stared into his eyes. “I’ll let you decide.”
“I guess that makes you the whore then.” Harry captured Blaise’s lips in a
passionate kiss, falling back until he was laying flat on the cushion with
Blaise on top of him.
Draco was in a right state. “Zabini, you best pull me out of this thing so I
can kick your arse properly!”
Draco was suddenly yanked upwards and found himself kneeling on his bed over
the pensieve. Blaise was smirking at him. “Did you like what you saw, Dray?”
“Are you fucking mad?” Draco screamed. “Give me one good reason not to hex
you.”
“Huh?” Blaise looked confused.
“I fucking knew you wanted to share me with Potter, I knew it!” Draco shoved
Blaise hard enough that he completely fell off the bed. “I can’t believe I fell
for your `this is for you’ shite. And you’ve been with him before? This is real
rich, Blaise. I bet you -”
Draco’s rant came to a halt as he heard bouts of laughter drifting up from the
floor. He leaned over the edge and saw Blaise lying on his back, covering his
mouth to keep from laughing hysterically. His face was as red as a Weasley’s
hair, and his eyes were filled with tears. He looked as if he might explode any
second.
“What the fuck is so funny?” demanded Draco.
Blaise lost it. He rolled around on the ground, clutching his stomach as he
screeched with laughter. He regained control of himself and knelt by the bed,
poking his head over the mattress to leer at Draco. “You are so full of it,” he
said, grinning so hard he thought his face might break.
Draco glared at him. “What are you on about?”
“Dray.” Blaise hoisted himself back on the bed. He grabbed Draco’s hands and
stared into his eyes, as if he were about to confess his deepest, darkest
secret. “You were totally wanking in there.”
Draco’s jaw dropped and Blaise burst into laughter again. “I most certainly was
not!” Draco declared.
“I was sitting right here, Dray!” cried Blaise. “I can show you that memory if
you’d like.”
Draco shook his head. “No, I believe you.” He looked down at his naked lap,
where he saw his erection protruding. “I just can’t think of why I would have
been doing it. I left before anything happened, really.”
Blaise finally calmed down from his laughter and let out one last chuckle.
“Well, at least now I know why you don’t like to be watched.”
“And why is that?” Draco had a feeling he was going to regret asking this.
“Because you like doing the watching!” Blaise clapped his hands for effect.
“I guess so,” said Draco slowly. “I never really thought about it before.”
“You want to watch the rest of it?”
“Not particularly. When were you with Potter?”
“Earlier today, before dinner.”
“No. I mean, before.”
“Third year. I caught him wanking in the showers after a Quidditch match and -”
“Too much information. Why didn’t I know about this?”
“You never asked.”
Draco paused in his questioning. Blaise had a point. “Bloody hell, Blaise,
first Snape and now Potter? Is there anyone else you shagged that I should know
about?”
“First of all,” began Blaise, “I did not shag Potter. We were thirteen, for
crying out loud. Nor did we shag today. I simply convinced him with my stunning
oral techniques. Secondly, I’m not going to tell you everyone I’ve messed
around with, mostly because I can’t recall them all right now. But I will say
this – most of the past and present Hogwarts’ students and faculty owe their
sexual education and sexuality confirmation to the wonder that is Blaise
Zabini.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Tart.”
“That’s why you love me.” Blaise grinned. “Shall we shag, then? I’ve been
forced to look at you starkers for the better part of an hour now.”
“Insatiable bastard,” muttered Draco.
     Part Four – Fantasies Fulfilled
Draco was reading up on his Charms notes when Blaise burst through the portrait
hole to the common room. “I got detention!” he announced triumphantly,
oblivious to the odd looks from the other Slytherins.
Sighing, Draco set aside his notes and dragged Blaise upstairs to his room.
“What did you have to go and get detention for?”
Blaise gave him an exasperated look. “We can’t very well sneak Potter in here
now, can we?”
“Let me guess,” said Draco curtly. “You got Snape to give you and Potter
detention, with me as Head Boy ‘overseeing’ it, so I could take the potion and
we could all shag in the dungeons.”
“Even better,” said Blaise eagerly. “Snape is letting us use his private
quarters while he tends to other business.”
“I can’t imagine what you had to do to get him to agree to that.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” Draco flopped down on his bed and sighed. “So when is
this happening?”
Blaise joined him. “Tonight,” he said brightly.
“I suppose I should take a shower before dinner, then.”
“Want some company?”
“Sod off, Zabini. You’ll get to have your fun in a few hours.”
“As will you.”
Draco was silent at dinner as Blaise told the entire Slytherin table about the
(fake) fight he and Harry had gotten into to warrant detention.
“I would have blasted him into the wall if Snape hadn’t caught us,” he summed
up, gesturing frantically for effect. “Now Draco has to watch us scrub
cauldrons all night.”
“One of the perks of being Head Boy,” Draco drawled dryly. “Shut up and eat,
would you? I wouldn’t want you to be late and receive an even worse
punishment.”
Blaise almost choked on his pumpkin juice. Draco grinned inwardly. He was
actually looking forward to tonight. Maybe not the part about Potter, but the
change in scenery and the potion-induced sensitivity didn’t sound like a bad
way to spend the evening.
Blaise and Draco wolfed down their dinners in a grand total of 3.9 minutes, and
a glance across the Great Hall had Harry beating them by thirty seconds. Once
they were out of the eyes of curious students, Harry paused and waited for the
two Slytherins to catch up. The three of them walked in silence towards Snape’s
classroom.
Snape was on his way out when they arrived. “Any funny business, Mr. Malfoy,
you come and get me.”
Draco supposed this was for the benefit of anyone who happened to be lurking in
the hallway outside the dungeons. “Yes, sir,” he replied politely. He turned to
Blaise and Harry. “Come on, you two,” he said loudly. “There’s a whole lot of
cauldrons that need to be scrubbed.”
They crossed the threshold into the classroom and each of them immediately
whipped out their wands and set their own locking charms on the door.
Blaise laughed. “Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about anyone just
waltzing in.” He moved his aim towards the rack of cauldrons and spoke a self-
cleaning spell. He caught Draco’s eye. “One of the many things I’m doing for
Snape in return for allowing us to be here.”
Draco nodded. “I’m assuming you know your way to his private quarters? Both of
you?”
Harry blushed while Blaise rolled his eyes and led them towards the back of the
classroom. “We sure as hell didn’t do it on his desk.”
Blaise smirked.
“Well, there was that one time -”
“For the love of -” Draco began.
“You did it on his desk?” Harry said in awe. “I can’t imagine how uncomfortable
that was.”
Blaise turned to look at Harry. “Oh, not like we were lying on the desk.
Besides, I’m a top. I more or less had him bent over -”
“I am leaving if you two don’t shut the fuck up right now.” declared Draco.
Blaise and Harry exchanged a look, but neither one spoke. Shrugging, Blaise
opened the door to Snape’s private quarters and ushered them inside. Once
again, three different locking charms were instantly thrown towards the door.
Blaise grinned wickedly and pushed Draco on Snape’s enormous bed. There was a
vial of purple liquid on the nightstand, which Blaise motioned to frantically.
“You can speak, you know,” said Draco, reaching for the vial. “I just don’t
want to hear your and Potter’s trip down memory lane.”
Blaise conjured a piece of parchment and grabbed the quill from Snape’s desk,
scribbling something quickly and handing it to Draco.
Better this way. Trust me. We’re going to wait outside the door. Call for us
when the potion takes effect.
Draco nodded and tossed the note aside. He downed the potion in one gulp, as
Blaise and Harry countered the locking spells and left the room.
Draco took the opportunity to look around Snape’s bedroom. Despite the twenty
years the Potions Master had spent teaching at Hogwarts, there wasn’t much
personality to be found in his room. Then again, the wizard in question didn’t
have much personality to begin with. Dark wood, plain blue duvet, no
sculptures, paintings, or other artifacts to imply that Snape had any interests
whatsoever, save for potions. There was a bookcase across the room, but Draco
couldn’t make out any of the titles. In fact, he couldn’t make out much of
anything anymore.
Draco tried hard to focus as the potion began its effects, but to no avail. He
may as well have been blind. As dark as it was, he couldn’t see a damned thing.
“Lumos,” he said, lighting his wand. A blob of yellowish-blue formed in front
of his eyes. He looked down and saw the gray of his jumper and the tan of his
trousers, but that was about it. The colors were outlined by the blue of the
duvet. He had no depth perception or peripheral vision, and he couldn’t see
more than five feet in front of him.
Suddenly the duvet felt so soft under his fingers. He unlit his wand and
fumbled until he was sure he would place it on the nightstand. He then rolled
over and over in Snape’s bed, rubbing every exposed piece of skin against the
velvety material, finding the entire act highly erotic.
Draco was very, very glad he had decided to do this. Even if it was with
Potter. Hell, it could have been anybody right now and Draco would probably
shag them. “It’s working!” he yelled.
He heard the door open quietly and two pairs of footsteps padded across the
room. Draco couldn’t see them, of course, but eventually they crawled up along
either side of him, pressing their naked erections into his hips, and showed
their faces.
Their identical faces. Bloody hell.
Draco looked closely and couldn’t see any difference between them. He should
have known Blaise would try and pull this – now Draco didn’t know which one was
which. He didn’t even see Harry’s scar, although Blaise was known to be an
excellent Charms student and had successfully used a concealment charm before.
“You’re a right bastard, Zabini, whichever one you are,” Draco said softly,
“and I love you for it.”
Both boys grinned and began their separate ministrations. The boy on his left
went straight for Draco’s ear, while the one on the right tentatively kissed
his neck. So much for guessing. Blaise was obviously the one on the left. After
seven years, he should be able to tell his lover from someone he had never been
with.
The minute the two pairs of lips touched his skin, Draco was filled with
immense pleasure. He reached his arms up to cradle each boy’s shoulder and dug
his nails into both. The boy on his right growled into his neck.
Harry likes pain, thought Draco. Somehow he wasn’t surprised. That boy was all
buggered up. He grabbed the back of Harry’s head and pulled him up for a
tongue-probing kiss.
Harry wasn’t a bad kisser. Of course, he probably learned from Blaise. Draco
tried not to think about that. Speaking of Blaise, he had pushed Draco on his
side, facing Harry, as he spooned up behind him and continued playing with his
ears.
Harry was kissing Draco back almost as enthusiastically as he was being kissed,
running his hands all over Draco’s chest. Draco gripped Harry’s arse and pulled
him close, pressing their erections together through Draco’s clothes. Harry
took the hint and unbuckled Draco’s belt, sliding his trousers and boxers
completely off and out of sight. Behind him, Blaise was doing the same thing
with Draco’s jumper.
When Draco was as naked as they were, all three of them squeezed together. With
his amplified sense of touch, every single inch of Draco’s body that came in
contact with Blaise or Harry was strongly stimulated. His cock, which was
rubbing against Harry’s, felt like it was going to explode.
“Too much,” he mumbled into Harry’s neck. “Back off or I’ll come.”
“Oh, but that’s the point,” Blaise whispered in his ear. He reached a hand
around Draco’s waist to join in the wanking of Draco and Harry.
“Oh,” Draco moaned. “I’m gonna… fuck -” he trailed off, as he had the most
intense release of his life.
He was rolled on his back and felt hands all over him as he came down from his
high. He placed one hand on each boy, not caring which one was which, not
caring what parts he touched – just as long as he touched something. He prayed
to whatever gods there were that Blaise had nicked some more of this potion.
The boys were leaning over him, whispering to each other. He heard bits and
pieces. “He likes to watch,” and “Dray, open your eyes.”
Prying his eyelids apart felt like the hardest thing he had ever attempted in
his life. Finally, they opened, and he saw two dark-haired faces staring at
him. They both grinned wickedly and spoke three words in complete unison:
“Enjoy the show.”
Blaise climbed over Draco so that he was on top of Harry. Draco turned back
over on his side so he could have a direct view. Blaise fused his mouth onto
Harry’s and began snogging him senseless, pulling back just slightly so Draco
could see their tongues rapidly flicking against each other. Blaise was
grinding against Harry madly; if Harry had been female, they would most
definitely be shagging. Not making love, not having sex – just pure,
unadulterated fucking.
Blaise was right – Draco did enjoy watching. Despite his disoriented vision, he
could not pry his eyes away from the spectacle in front of him. He watched
Blaise extricate his tongue from Harry’s mouth and proceed to lick down his jaw
line, collarbone, and chest, finally claiming his prize.
Harry gasped sharply when Blaise took him in his mouth. There was no teasing
this time. Blaise sucked hard and fast, causing Harry to squirm wildly and dig
his fingers in his hair.
Blaise loves that, Draco thought. He felt extreme pleasure and realized he was
stroking himself, almost fully erect, using the same pace Blaise was engulfing
Harry.
Harry screamed like a banshee as he came. Draco briefly wondered if they had
remembered to cast silencing charms, but he was jerked out of his thoughts when
a pair of lips pressed forcefully against his, actively searching out his
tongue.
Draco complied, not bothering to try and figure out who the lips belonged to.
He tasted the bittersweet tang of Harry’s release and realized he was kissing
Blaise. Draco grabbed the back of his head with both hands and smashed them
closer together. Blaise suddenly pulled away and was replaced with Harry, whose
kisses were just as intense.
Harry pulled Draco down on top of him and reached for his wand. “Accio lube,”
he whispered against Draco’s mouth. Draco felt two of his fingers being
submerged in the smooth substance and placed between Harry’s legs.
Draco didn’t need any more prompting. He shoved one of the lubed fingers inside
Harry and felt him tense. Before it could hurt, he quickly moved it in and out,
making sure to graze his prostate. Harry’s entire body twitched and relaxed,
allowing Draco to add the second finger. As he was stretching him out, he felt
the same being done to him from behind.
This was it. Draco was about to live his fantasy. Blaise’s other hand reached
around to spread lube on his cock, positioning him at Harry’s entrance. Draco
removed his fingers and grasped Harry’s hips, thrusting himself into the
tightness.
At the exact moment Draco entered Harry, Blaise entered Draco. There was a loud
groan, which Draco was sure was the result of their combined efforts. Blaise
took the lead and established a rhythm, pounding into Draco, who in turn
pounded into Harry.
Draco was overcome with a plethora of emotions and sensations as he felt Blaise
inside him and Harry clench around him. It was indescribable; in fact, his
brain couldn’t process anything except the three of them uniting together. He
knew he wouldn’t hold out very long. He basked in the glory of what was
happening to him, wanting to enjoy it as much as he could before he was spent.
Blaise came first, biting down on Draco’s shoulder as he made one last thrust
and filled him with his seed. The sharp pleasure/pain from the bite alone sent
Draco over the edge, burying himself deep inside Harry. Harry, who had been
stroking his cock abruptly throughout the entire experience, spilled on his
chest shortly after.
The three boys dislodged themselves from each other and fell sideways on the
bed in a tangle of limbs, panting heavily. Another vial was shoved into Draco’s
hands and he leered at it awkwardly, trying to make out the writing.
“Antidote,” someone whispered.
Draco gulped down the potion and almost immediately his sight returned. The
blurry images of the two boys on either side of him became clearer, even though
they still looked identical.
“Finite incantatum,” Harry cast, pointing his wand towards Blaise.
Draco looked over in time to see Blaise’s eyes fade from blue to green and a
lightning-bolt scar appear on his forehead.
Wait.
Blaise was Harry.
Harry was Blaise.
That meant he had it backwards the whole time.
Draco snapped his head back around to gasp at Blaise in awe. He was grinning
wickedly. “I love you too, Dray.”
“Blaise?” he breathed. “That was you? I mean, I thought… I was shagging -”
“Yes, Dray, you were shagging me.” Blaise cupped Draco’s face in his hands.
“And I loved every minute of it. Although next time, do give a bloke the
courtesy of a wank, would you?”
Draco broke out a smile so big it hurt his face. He was chuckling as he lightly
pressed his lips to Blaise’s.
“So, er, I’m just going to go then?” Harry’s voice sounded far away.
Draco waved him off and continued kissing Blaise – his Blaise. Seven years, and
Blaise had never once said he loved him. He couldn’t even get angry over the
fact that it had actually been Harry shagging him. The effects of the potion
may have been countered, but Draco still felt an incredible tingle in his skin
wherever it made contact with Blaise. He knew it was due to a completely
different reason than heightened senses.
Blaise broke the kiss and stared deep in to Draco’s eyes. “Did you enjoy
yourself?”
Draco simply nodded, finding himself lost in the sapphire-blue pools of
Blaise’s eyes. “I almost want to shag in public to make up for this.”
“No need.” Blaise turned Draco’s head around, where in the dark corner of the
bedroom lurked the room’s owner.
Draco’s jaw dropped as he frantically searched for his clothes. “Bloody hell!
Have you been here the whole time?”
Snape scoffed. “Mr. Zabini is well aware that I do not allow unsupervised
students in my private quarters.” The bastard winked again. “You are dismissed
from your detention, although I daresay I will need to keep Mr. Potter here,
due to some important business that has just arisen.”
Blaise burst out laughing. Draco cringed. Harry, who was standing by the
doorway, simply blushed.
“We’ll leave you to it, then,” said Blaise brightly, dragging a half-dressed
Draco out of the room. Once they reached the corridors outside Snape’s
classroom, Blaise teased, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay and watch them?”
Draco glared at him. “I’m still debating whether to hex you for letting Snape
watch us.”
Blaise grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers together as they walked
towards the Slytherin dungeons. “What? You can have your fantasy and I can’t?”
Draco sighed. He may have Blaise to himself now, but he would always be a tart.
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