Fornicating with the Enemy

He dug his nails into the man’s shoulders above him and rolled his hips, meeting the other thrusting body above him, both moaning.

“Fuck...harder!” he whimpered out as he wrapped his tanned legs around his lovers taunt waist pulling him closer, crushing there lips together desperately.

“Almost…there…Harry!” the other panted against the supple lips pressed against his.

“…shouldn’t go in there…” the door crashed open as the two on the bed cried out reaching there pinnacle together arms wrapped tightly around each other, still joined intimately and kissing passionately, touching softly, gently, lovingly.

“…told you…” the brown haired man has his nose covered by the sleeve of his robe and his eyes glowed an unnaturally bright gold. “Oh my god…”

“Potter! Get your arse out of that bed this instant!” Mad Eye Moody bellowed as he lit all the lights in the darkened room.

The two immediately pulled the quilt up to there chests, eyes still hazy in their afterglow.

“…Professor Moody..?” the raven haired teen raised his wand lazily to the staring figures in the doorway. “Moony?”

“LUCIUS MALFOY!?!” Four people screamed in unison and drew there wands on the man who turned away from them and proceeded to bury his face in Harry’s neck, causing said teen to laugh and push him away gently but not enough for the blond man to pull out of him.

For the rest of the part everyone else was stunned into silence.

“Lucius get off your tickling me!” Harry laughed and wrapped his legs tightly around him, moaning when the man bucked almost unseeingly into him and grabbed at Harry’s pushing hands, entwining there fingers and looking lovingly at each other, ignoring their crowd.

“Lucius Malfoy…” no one really knew what to say, the main priority was Harry, but now there was a well known supposedly ‘ex’ death eater they weren’t really sure of what to do with themselves.

Except one person.

“Potter get out of that bed and get changed now!” Mad Eye Moody’s eyes was whirling in its socket manically as he slammed the door closed behind him, muttering about the idiocy of boy wonders and death eaters.

Harry moaned lightly, wantonly, into the blond’s ear as Lucius very slowly and very gently began to thrust into him again, awakening strong arousal in both of them again that evening.

“We should make them wait,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, into Harry’s ear before nibbling on his neck and Harry bucked back onto him again.

“They did after all interrupt us,” he gently kissed the soft skin of his lovers neck as he threw his head back, enjoying Harry’s content moan as he continued with his slow thrusting, there fingers both tangling in the bed sheets.

“Please…Lucius…don’t tease me,” he mewled out and the said blond ran his nails up his sides sending him into orgasmic bliss as goose bumps appeared all over his tanned skin, he cried out loudly gripping his blond hair in his fists and pulling the blond closer to him.

Mad Eye Moody slammed open the door again with a fierce growl and dragged Harry from under a spell stunned Lucius.

Harry managed to grab the towel he was wearing earlier (before Lucius had ripped it off of him) and re-wrap it around his lower half, still covered in his and Lucius juices, as he was yanked into the corridor and shoved down the hall by a firm grip on his elbow.

“Professor Oi! Moody get off of me!” he tried to wriggle out of the bruising grip and dug his heels into the floor, trying not to the loose the grip he had on the towel idly wrapped around him.

“GET OFF OF ME!” he shrieked and kicked and punched the surprisingly strong Order of the Phoenix member as he was hoisted over the said mans shoulder and carried down the rest of the hall, the other occupants from their rooms coming out to see the commotion.

“Get back to your room’s official Auror business,” he shouted over Harry’s yells of ‘help kidnap!’

“You’re being ridiculous! Put me down you moody old goat!” he punched viciously at his back and got and yowled as the man spelled a sharp sting at his backside.

Harry cursed the man with everything he could come up with.

“Let me the…” Harry was cut off by the world spinning to fast around him that he had to close his mouth and eyes to stop himself from being physically sick.

As suddenly as it started it stopped again. “…fucking hell… bastard…” he stated weakly as he grasped his head, ignoring the startled gasps at either his lack of dress, being over Moody’s shoulder or language, he really didn’t care at that particular minute.

“Harry Potter, Albus,” he shrugged with the teen on his shoulder who moaned weakly again after he muttered about being the ‘headmaster fucking pet’. “Excuse his state of undress.”

“Yes please do mind my bare arse, you know you could have let me at least get some trousers on you git,” he growled the last bit at the man who still hadn’t let him down, his head was really hurting now and he was in a foul mood.

“Well if you weren’t fornicating with undesirables such as Malfoy then I wouldn’t have to drag you out of there as naked as the day you were born boy!” Harry thumped him on the back and demanded to be let down as shock filled the rest of the room.

Harry finally looked up at the silence of the room and realised that this must have a been a full house meeting as over two dozen sets of eyes looked at him from the enlarged kitchen from Siri’s house, including Siri who was looking at him wide eyed and gaping like a fish, Harry blushed slightly pink as he realised what a predicament he was in, post orgasim bliss sooooo gone.

“Please Mad Eye let me down,” he asked quietly and the man gave a snort and let him to his feet where he swayed momentarily before his bearings came back to him and he re-tucked the towel around him, tighter, wishing that he had his wand as he felt the semen on the inside of his thighs dripping unpleasantly.

He looked up and looked everyone in the, Snape, Sirius and the Headmaster included and he dared them to say anything as he crossed his legs tightly and flushed bright red, he pointedly didn’t look at Remus knowing that the man knew what was making him uncomfortable.

Indeed, Remus was as flushed as Harry was, if not more so as his heightened sense of smell caught everything that the teen wanted to hide, he choked down on the aura of lust surrounding his pup, the wolf in him whining uncomfortably, his cheeks were as red as Harry's.

“Harry…” Sirius started but was abruptly cut off as a blond stumbled to his feet from a portkey a towel also hastily wrapped around his muscular waist and his long hair flying all over the place.

“It’s not Harry’s fault, and you can’t do anything about it anyway because he’s 16 and in the muggle world he’s legally allowed to have sex and there nothing you can do because we’re an item and,” Harry, who was wide eyed, quickly stood and covered his mouth and muffled what he was about to say with a strategically placed hand.

“LUCIUS MALFOY!”

“And I was beginning to forget my name,” Lucius muttered as Harry pulled his hand away from those soft lips which had been kissing not 5 minutes ago and retied the towel once again round his waist.

Harry was almost too afraid to turn around to face them, but had to as he heard a thump.

Turned out Sirius didn’t handle shock very well and was currently lying rather uncomposed on the floor passed out, Snape was sneering at Lucius as Molly stood stunned, the Headmaster had sat back down and was fanning his face with a piece of parchment that he.

The weak hearted Sirius who had fainted, just had enough time to come around when he heard Harry mutter ‘You’re so Gryffindor, coming in here like that’ before unconsciousness caught him again.