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Well, here is my update. Enjoy!


Chapter Thirteen: Conception

As soon as the door to the lounge closed, Harry grabbed the blond by the hips and dropped to his knees. It took very little time or effort to pull open the fasteners on Draco’s pants and push them out of his way. Draco had barely registered what was happening when a pair of lips wrapped around his relaxed organ and a rough tongue began a firm massage of its head.
“Oh, Fuck Harry! Sweet Merlin, where did you learn this?”
In answer, Harry sucked harder as his lips slid down to the base and then receded, letting his teeth lightly touch the skin a couple of times on the return trip. Those are what sent bolts of pleasure to the blond’s brain while coaxing the tool to full hard and making his balls tighten almost painfully.
When Draco’s knees started to get wobbly, Harry shifted him to the closest chair and eased him down, never loosing his contact with the velvety skin of Draco’s sex.
“Harry, wait.” The Malfoy heir said as his brain returned. “Wait, I’m supposed . . .” But just as he was about to correct the brunet, Harry slid his mouth all the way to Draco’s balls and opened his throat to accommodate the bulbous head.
“Mmm,” he hummed around it and that was all the pureblood boy could take.
“Ah, God! Harry! Ahhh! Yess!” Draco called as he released his semen into Harry’s throat and his climax made his mind attempt to shut down.
Harry licked him clean as he panted and his heart rate continued to soar.
“That was wicked!” Harry cried as he crawled up and into Draco’s lap. “Wanna do me, now?”
“Huh?” Malfoy gasped as he found himself straddled by over a hundred pounds of Gryffindor. “You . . . .want. . .”
“Of course, I do. But, I thought you did, too.” Harry said as he leaned closer and took Draco’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss that overrode the blond’s mental connections and made his toes curl. Harry’s tongue, the same that had worked miracles on Draco’s penis, was now coating the inside of his mouth with a unique flavor that could only be described as ‘Sweet Harry and Cream’.
The dark haired boy pulled away and looked at his blond seat cushion in a curious way. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Ever since that crazy Quidditch bludger that we were chased by. I followed you through the stands and your cape kept flying up and displaying that fabulous ass wrapped in your white uniform pants. I nearly missed the snitch just watching that.”
“You liked my ass?” Draco asked as Harry shifted over him. “Harry, have you ever done this kinda thing before?”
Harry bit his lip and looked around, trying to avoid Draco’s eye, then he turned back, looking directly at the blond. “I didn’t take any lovers. I learned that from Lee Jordan. He . . .er, really likes giving head.”
Draco’s eyes were wide and unbelieving. “That announcer? The guy with the big mo. . . .?”
“Big mouth.” Harry finished when Draco stopped. “Big, amazing mouth. But, enough about him, what about you? This is getting a little uncomfortable.”
Harry had been moving back and forth rubbing his bulging pants across Draco’s lap as they spoke and the friction had renewed the blond’s arousal to a semi-hard state. As Harry made an abrupt move, Draco gasped.
“Yeah, that’s what I mean.” Harry teased and the Slytherin grabbed his hips and pulled him up.
He rested Harry’s knees on top of his thighs and stared at the closures to Potter’s muggle jeans. “How do these things work?” the pureblood asked.
Harry chuckled and reached down. He popped the snap and then rode the zip down slowly, enjoying the tick of each tooth.
Draco snarled and pulled the waistband down over Harry’s hips and thighs.
There was nothing else to be removed and he looked up, shocked. Harry smiled down evilly.
The challenge was out and the erection before him stood long and proud. . .just under 8 inches and as thick around as three fingers, the perfect size.
Draco took it in his left hand as this right held onto Harry’s hip to steady him. “Try not to choke me, okay?” he said before he enveloped it in warm, soft, wet heaven.
Harry moaned and Draco responded by speeding up his movements, bobbing over the golden-boy’s organ with a singular enthusiasm that spoke of a long desire to do just this.
Harry voiced his approval, “Oh, Fuck yes! So, good, Draco.” and the blond moaned over the mouthful as Harry’s knees rubbed his own tool.
“Ah, Shit yeah!” Harry cried as his body shook and released, filling Draco’s mouth with thick, salty cum.
After he swallowed, the Slytherin licked gently at the softening organ in front of him. All the while watching the brunet that stared at him through glassy green eyes.
“Mmm, that was wicked, too.” Harry groaned as he parted his knees and slid down to straddle Malfoy, once again.
His jeans tightened around his thighs as he dropped his head onto the blond’s shoulder and relaxed.
"Harry?" Draco asked from under the other.
"Hmmm?" Harry responded weakly.
"Stay away from Lee Jordan, understand?" Draco said possessively.
Harry lifted his head and stared at the silver grey eyes that had gone from lusty to something stronger.

Seamus stood outside of the door to the room of requirement, his face tight in thought. He looked up and saw the two other Griffindors coming down the corridor.
"All done?" Dean asked with a smile.
"We thought we'd celebrate, if you'd like." Neville added.
"Couldna go through wif it. A'm still a bit gilly. Ain't sumpin to celebrate, I guess." Seamus offered.
"Just as well. Let's go." Dean responded.
"Ya don mine?" Seamus asked. "A mean, it'll come back, ever month."
"Whatever." Dean said. "It was your choice, Seamus. It's your body."
"Though, I was kinda intrigued by the whole day of great, exhausting sex." Neville said. Dean looked down at him and scowled.
"Yeah, there was that. Maybe next month. Come on, we can still get in a coupla good hours' worth. Unless one of you is too tired?" the tall dark boy suggested. Seamus grinned as he took Neville's hand.
"I'm willing." Neville answered, "And I think we have a threesome, eh Seamus?"
"What a group we are, huh? A pureblood, a muggle born and a half blood. Were like a poster for wizard integration." Dean commented as he was dragged behind the other two. "Okay, save some energy for the important stuff. I'm not dealing with anyone falling asleep after only one go, like last time."

Hermoine sat in the common room, her book forgotten and her quill twirling in her fingers. Her mind was far from charms class, imagining the future that could very likely be in its first stages at that very second. She smiled to herself.
Ron found her there, grinning at nothing while she wrote twirly lines on the parchment in front of her. He frowned at it, then leaned over to look at her face, surprising her by his sideways head coming into her field of vision. "Oh, Ron! What are you doing?" she said.
"Could ask you the same thing. Is Professor Flitwick expecting an abstract version of his charms essay?" he returned.
"No. Oh, dear. I guess this is ruined. I'll go get a new sheet." she rose, but Ron caught her arm and stopped her retreat.
"Wait. This is pretty. You should keep it and get another sheet later. I wanna talk to you." Hermione put the quill and parchment aside, and patted the couch nearby. Ron settled down, his fidgeting becoming more obvious when his hands came to gether on his lap. "After, what we did, the other day, I guess this may seem kinda stupid. What I mean is, we never even kissed before we were shagging like rampant guinea's. Not that it was bad, by any means. What I mean is, I think we missed somethin'."
Hermione smiled at him, took his hands and held them still. "Are you asking me to date you, Ronald Weasley?" she said with a barely concealed giggle.
"Well, yeah. I thought we should take it slow, for now. We are still young, and we don't need to do anything." Ron continued, shyly looking away from her.
"That sounds like a good idea, Ron. We are only teenagers, and we have all of our lives to do . . . more. I think your idea is great. How shall we go about this?" She asked him.
"Hogsmeade weekend coming up. I'll take you to lunch and stuff. We can spend the whole day together." he suggested.
"I'd like that. This weekend then." Her smile was wasted since he wasn't looking at her yet.
"One other thing. Could you tell all those girls that I was lousy or something. I can't take it anymore." he wailed pitifully. "They keep asking these stupid questions!"
"What! Girls!?" Hermoine asked with a frown that made her eyebrows knit tightly together. Ron swallowed hard.

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