Terrorism Repaid

Winky had put some green hangover potion on the side table near their bed. Harry was more affected than Draco, not being as used to excessive alcohol intake as the Malfoy scion. Draco sipped a smaller portion of the potion and grimaced: handing the glass over to someone who looked almost as green as his eyes were. Harry gulped it down not caring that it tasted vile. Draco, by that time had located the coffee pot and was sipping in quiet contentment. He held Harry’s mug at the ready, already over-sweetened [to Draco’s way of thinking] but just as his partner enjoyed it.

“Thanks, Lover; you’re a life saver! How do Muggles go on if they’ve over indulged?”

“I’m told that the hair-of-a-dog is efficacious.”

“Must have a lot of bald pooches around, not that I’ve ever seen any.”

“I think, according to Blaise,” explained Draco, giggling: “That the whole phrase is ‘the hair of the dog that bit you’ meaning, my dear Potty, that you drink some of what made you drunk.”

“I think I prefer our way, thanks Draco.”

“I always told you that the magical world was the best, Harry.”

“Not that one again – still playing that tired old tune?”

“Shut up, Greenhorn!”

Laughingly they began to tussle, becoming hard in the process. Suddenly Draco stopped and grabbed Harry’s shoulders; Harry paused. Draco said: “I want to, but we’d better not, we cannot disappoint the girls, and Ron’s picked up courage too. We owe it to them to make the experience as pleasurable as possible.”

Harry sagged: “Um … I s’pose you’re right. S’funny … The Gryff wants to be debauched and the Slyth is his conscience …”

“You’re infecting me with a heightened sense of right and wrong, Partner; not that I really mind. But the girls are risking all to be part of the team. Sex for them is a real big deal, so we must be on top form for them. I must admit I’m worried about it.”

“Um … So am I … I was rather hoping you’d done it before, but you haven’t, have you?”

“Remember what I said about the unofficial limits us Magicals set ourselves? Well I’ve adhered to them, despite the rumour mill. That Muggle guy was the only one before you, honest.”

“So we’re a couple of virgins in that way.”

“Yes! And I suspect the girls are too.”

“Pansy might be, but after our show last week Herms got so hot that she went with Ron … he said something about running out of rubbers, and I don’t think he was spinning a yarn.”

There was a knocking on the bed-head behind them.

“Can I come in, Harry”, said Ron through the wood.

“Draco, put Harry down and let me in,” was Blaise’s input on the other side.

“READY TO RECIVE VISITORS.” Draco and Harry said as they rolled off the bed and two pyjama clad bodies slid into the bed space they had just vacated.

“Give me a kiss, Ron?” Blaise pouted his lips grotesquely.

“What? Oh!” Ron said, also pouting. Not that any contact was made because they both broke out giggling.

“I’m glad you two came alone … You are alone aren’t you?”

“Yes Harry, boys in the boys’ dorms only at this hour, even on a Sunday.”

“Good … Um … We need to ask something very serious about your girlfriends … Um … Draco and I are virgins as far as girl-sex goes … Oh dear. …!”

“I know where this questioning is going I think, Brothers.” Blaise looked at the two naked young men: “Pansy wanted her first time to be with her partner, for love reasons not for magical ones. Uncle Sev was most understanding and Uncle Al lent us a guest room last night. We’ve both taken pepper-up potion, but it might be easier on Pansy if her session with you is this afternoon, please.”

“Err … Herms and I did it last weekend … Err … I’ve sort of got myself psyched up … for now … Err … Draco … Would you mind?”

“What? Before breakfast?”

“Err … Yes … So I have nothing to puke up … If I feel nauseous … not that I feel that way at the moment.”

“I told you Ron … Its glorious … Remember Harry did it to me yesterday.”

“I remember Blaise … I do, really … but I’m still nervous … Please Draco I’ve saved my woody … Look!” Ronald slid his pyjama pants off in demonstration.

Harry had been stroking Draco’s buns, so when Ron stood and looked up he saw Draco ready and erect.

“Can I ask Justin to come in, we need another witness?”

“Of course.”

Blaise gave a peculiar knock on the bed-head and rolled off the bed as Justin slid in.

“Hey! How was Justin in the Slyth Dorms?”

“Boys can visit; you know, Harry. The real truth is that he stayed last night with me. Having been forced into the system by the Beast, he wanted as much info as poss. So I asked him to come over last night and we were talking so long that it got too late to return after curfew and – well – things moved on from there,” explained Blaise with a gleam in his eye.

Justin grinned up at them: “This getting like a Feydeau Farce.”

“Um … who was that, Justin?”

“A Frenchman of the belle époque, who wrote naughty plays about the goings on in bedrooms and people hiding from others – lots of imagined sex.”

“Get off the bed, Justin; or you’ll be involved in some that isn’t imaginary. We’re to be the audience.”

“Oh right! Do we mark them out of ten? I like our fair contender but young ginger-nuts gets my nine straight away.”

Ron relaxed on to the bed chuckling, Draco took the chance and lay down next to him; stroking Ron’s pink prong gently. Ron went tense for a couple of seconds.

“Doggy style Draco, please …? Err … Harry … could you …?

“Hands or lips?”

“Just hands … like at home, please.”

Ronald knelt on the bed with his legs spread. Harry sat on the edge and reached underneath. Draco positioned himself ready for penetration. Casting a lube charm, he removed the plug and gently pushed in. Ron gasped. Draco froze, half in.

“N-no, n-no, don’t stop Draco, you just caught my bump … Ooh!”

Harry had wanked Ronald many times and knew exactly how he liked it. His mental link with Draco had them acting in unison. Ron squealed in sensuousness and rocked backwards and forwards in time to their ministrations. The Weasley woody just beat the Malfoy mast by two seconds. Harry’s thumb found Ronald’s third-eye and caressed it until the ginger-haired teenager collapsed in a heap.

“Malfo super Weasolam adrogaro Servitor Frateris.”

“Weasolo infer Malfam corroboro Servitor Frateris.”

Ron and Draco rested; still plugged together.

“Bloody hell, what would our fathers say, Draco?” Ron chuckled weakly as Draco slowly withdrew.

“Crucio …! Possibly …?” Draco said the first word so harshly that Harry jumped, grabbing his wand; his other wand loosing its stiffness in preparation for action.

The others collapsed in helpless laughter.

“Good reaction there, Lover. Scourgify!” complimented Draco, taking the sting out of the ridicule: “I’m famished … Winky!”

Pop: “Yes Master Draco. Is you all wanting breakfast?” She ogled the various naked young men’s attributes.

“Yes please, Winky!”

Winky snapped her fingers and the Salon’s table groaned under the usual Hogwarts breakfast fare in abundance. Winky popped away and the quintet set too with gusto.

Draco stared at Ronald stuffing himself: “Ron, do me a favour will you?”

“What’s that, Draco?”

“Please, just curb your voracious eating slightly, It’s not going to escape you, you know. There’s plenty for all of us.”

“Sorry, Draco. Harry has asked me and I forgot.”

“Why do you do it then?”

“A habit from eating at the same table with the twins.”

“Sorry, I don’t understand.”

“One would distract me whilst the other pinched my food. So I bit into everything quickly to stop them.”

“Yes … I see … Maybe I’m glad I’m an only child,” Draco screwed up his nose slightly.

“Ron’s other brother’s don’t do it Draco. The twins just think it’s funny to plague Ron.” Harry explained: “I played it the other way when they tried me out. To begin with my appetite was small, so I thanked them for not wasting the food I was unable to eat. It worked two ways, it took the fun out of it for them, and Mum Molly didn’t pile my plate quite so high.”

The conversation turned to Harry’s near starvation diet at Privet Drive, and Draco’s threatening to burn delicate parts of Uncle Vernon’s anatomy off. They then started planning ingenious ways to smuggle food to Harry during his next summer entombment at Privet Drive.

Whilst they let their food settle Harry showed them his wand-pass-shorthand, and Draco explained why clockwise and widdershins stirring made such a difference to potions. Then it was back to business.

Ron went for doggy style again, inviting the Draconian digits to milk him whilst Harry’s prong penetrated deeply.

“Potto super Weasolam conadrogaro Servitor Frateris.”

“Weasolo infer Pottam concorroboro Servitor Frateris.”

As soon as the golden thunder had finished, three worn out participants sat in front of the fire whilst Justin and Blaise worked off their stifled gratification in a noisy sixty-nine. Then that pair joined them for a coffee chat.

“Thank you Draco and Harry,” Ron blushed: “I enjoyed what happened despite my earlier misgivings. You were both ace, I’m looking forward to next time … Err … How often do we do it?”

“Not sure … We’ll have to ask the Uncles … Albus did it six times a week ago, I think … But I think he spreads his favours round his team.”

“Maybe Pansy’s rota idea wasn’t so silly after all. Oh Merlin, I promised to see her before lunch.” Blaise grabbed his pyjamas lay on the bed and slid off.

“Same for me and Herms!” Ron used the other side of the bed.

“You two stay here if you like; we have a Pansy rota for pretending we’ve seen you.”

Draco caught Justin’s leg before he pressed the snake’s eye: “We’ll follow you; I want some fresh air and I fancy some broomstick-riding. I’ll meet you on the other side of the Whomping Willow in half an hour, Harry.”

“Fine! I’ll bring the practice snitch and a few dirty tactics in case we’re seen together.”

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They were seen and an audience gathered to watch the school’s two best seekers.

“Potter what are you doing here? I was hoping for some peace.”

“Flying training. Why, do you want some lessons, Malfoy?”

“Not from puttering Potty, I don’t. When are you going to retire and let someone else give me some proper opposition?”

“I can fly circles round you whilst you’re mincing around on that over-polished bit of wood, Malfoy.”

“Mincing indeed! You wouldn’t last five minutes round the peaks, Four-eyes.”

“You’d be out of puff before we were out of sight, floppy hair.”

“That does it! After three, ready?”

Harry nodded, pursing his lips, mainly to hide the forming smile of pleasure.

“Three … …” Draco shot off

Harry zoomed after him shouting about Draco’s unfairness in not counting down properly.

After a minute Harry caught up because Draco had slowed down: “Anyone following us?”

“No! The peaks mean too much hard flying; so they won’t attempt to follow.”

“So we’ve got at least an hour before they expect us back. I know a nice little glade where we can sunbathe and swim,”

“Fine, but no sex, Okay.”

“Okay … I know … the girls.”

Draco and Harry had a quiet time together, naked but un-aroused. At the end they had a quick dip in the pool and dressed in their practice clothes without drying. Draco said it would look like sweat – they were supposedly still arguing when they arrived back at the Quidditch pitch where they alighted and entered the showers. The dispute lessened as they occupied stalls next door to each other.

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Covered in soap; they were interrupted by Blaise and Justin.

“Look who we found spying on you from behind the lockers.”

A struggling Ginny and Astoria were loosely incarcerated and blushing profusely.

“W-we’d heard that you two had the best pricks and we wanted to see if that was true,” said Astoria, squirming.

“Well … Do we? Which one’s the best?” Draco waggled his around and it filled out slightly.

“Mine’s better than his … Look!” Harry’s was now half-on.

Draco grabbed Harry’s prick and started pumping. Not to be outdone Harry played with Draco’s, likewise. Soon the two captured ones were staring open mouthed at a magnificent pair of purple prongs.

“So Ginny; got over dating Dean then?”

“You know I have, Harry. He’s gone after Seamus I think. Besides I wanted to see for myself what you never showed me at the Burrow.”

“Oh, Potty, were you holding out on me?” Draco removed his hand to reveal Harry’s full glory.

Harry ignored Draco’s dig: “I thought you’d got over your girly crush on me?”

“I tried, but after going with Dean, I learned a few things – now I want to try them out with you.”

Harry looked horror struck for a moment or two, and removed his pumping digits.

“Well, Tor, which of us is the best?” Draco asked, purposely displaying himself.

“For size and shape you’re both equal, Draco, but I’m gone on fair hair. Harry’s bum dimples are ace but I like my ice-cream golden.”

Ginny had now realised the easy atmosphere between them all: “B-but I thought you two hated each other?”

“We still do sometimes – it depends on the occasion. But you don’t stand naked next to a rival who could quite easily hex your balls off, and argue with him; do you? That way lies pain and humiliation,” explained Draco; pretending to look warily at Harry.

“You’ve heard that we work together in Potions, haven’t you? This just takes things a step further,” added Harry: “Perhaps, having ogled our stiff attributes, you would like to put your eyes back into their sockets?”

“How about sharing a shower with us, now you’re here?” Draco asked cheekily: “We could do some mutual exploring.” He again waggled his hips and accoutrements suggestively.

Astoria looked at Ginny and giggled. Ginny licked her lips in reply.

“Just a feel or two do you think?” suggested Astoria.

Ginny nodded back: “Please release our bonds, Blaise,” and began to roll up her sleeves once the hex was off.

“We’ll keep watch, I doubt you want to be found out, the Headmistress would expel us all.” Justin looked meaningfully at Blaise and they moved away, on guard, but just staying in sight.

“Why did you suggest that, Partner?” Harry looked baffled.

“I didn’t think they’d take up the offer.”

“Well you did offer,” said Astoria: “And now we expect compliance. Come here Draco!”

Draco and Harry stepped out from under the water. The girls soaped up their hands and began exploring. Harry had thought that, because he was fixated on Draco, he would loose rigidity once a girl fondled him. He was pleased to find out that this was not so, and his worries about the sex marathon in the afternoon were somewhat assuaged.

Astoria was using both hands: “Mmm … I like this, Draco, you’re ace.”

Harry huffed as Ginny stroked the edge of his mushroom: “Why didn’t you show me this, Harry, it’s gorgeous.”

“Don’t you like the rest of me then?

“You already know that, I just wanted to make sure everything else was all right.”

“How deeply would you want to bond?” asked Draco of Astoria.

“Is that an offer of Marriage Draco?”

“Not yet, but it might lead to one later on.”

“So you two want to have your wicked way with us and abandon us. Is that it?” Astoria appeared to be angry and gave Draco’s tool a hard tug.

Draco began to leak precum and held Astoria’s wrist: “No! However there are special magical bonding charms, and we are in the midst of making some. Harry and I were first then Voldie made me bond Justin at the weekend.”

Astoria stopped playing with Draco and looked thoughtful.

“When that happened,” continued Harry, still gyrating in Ginny’s grip: “I bonded Blaise and now Ron has joined us.”

“So you’re all gay then?” Ginny left go of the Potter protuberance and scowled: “Does Herms know about my brother?”

“We found out from Dumbles that he’s bonded to Uncle Severus,” explained Draco hurriedly: “And a number of our teachers are in the same group. Their combined magic is what keeps Hogwarts safe. It’s a mixed group so maybe bi would be a better description for them and probably for us.”

“Good, I’m so glad!” exclaimed Ginny: “We are too … Erm … After I ditched Dean, Tor and I had a few sessions.” Ginny went almost as red as her hair.

“We had wondered about bonding but we cannot find any books on them,” replied Astoria.

“With new cross-house collaboration, would you see your pair as part of a bigger team?” Draco pretended to think for a few seconds: “Say, to include all four houses.”

“You mean with you two?”

“Not just us, but a select few who all supported each other, like the Professors do. It would be indissoluble except by death.”

“Are the two who caught us part of this?”

“Possibly.”

“But at least one of them is deeply into girls, notably Blaise and Pansy and then there’s Ron and Herms, too.”

“Interesting choice of words that,” Draco giggled: “But then maybe we are able to enjoy both sexes, you never know.”

“So you propose a mixed group, then?”

“If you want to find out more, why not chat to Professor Snape, he knows a lot about these kinds of things.”

“Really? We’ve got a joint OWLS tutorial with him this afternoon. Thanks for the idea – see you at lunch.”

Two young girls watched as the two appendages wilted and wandered off arm in arm.

Harry looked wistfully after them: “It’d be nice to show everyone our attachment openly one day like that, Draco.”

“I agree – maybe when that monster is dead or securely put away in Azkaban … We’ve probably shown those two too much already.”

“Well they certainly seemed to appreciate what we have.”

“I hope the other two do, I’m still very worried about this afternoon.”

“Mmm … Me too … I’m hungry as a lion … Let’s get dried and eat.”