Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)
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Daring Truth
Chapter Number/Total: 16/44
Chapter Title: Daring Truth
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After the escapade that had followed dancing, Harry and Draco had gone back out to the party where people either threw them alarmed looks or were amused. Fred and George teased them for about ten minutes straight.
Harry was too happy and sated to care about anything and found that the teasing only made him laugh.
The party carried on for quite a while until Fleur's father and Mr Weasley actually both fell on the floor in a fit of drunken laughter after dancing with each other. Shortly after that, most people stared going to their rooms or home, and the only ones left awake were the younger guests and a few drunk others who were still drinking.
Harry was sitting with Draco in the living room with a whole slew of others: Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, and Luna.
Ron had sneaked in a couple shots of Firewhisky while Mrs Weasley hadn't been looking and was apparently a bit buzzed and looking a tad more comfortable with Hermione then he did usually.
Draco hadn't drunk much but he still felt pretty buzzed after his and Harry's amazing dancing sex. He sat happily with an arm around Harry and a drink beside him. He had been taking some good-natured ribbing from the assorted Gryffindors. Trying to be as discreet as possible, he used the wand he had set beside them to do a silent spell on Harry and waited.
Harry was laughing and joking with everyone else, feeling wonderfully comfortable and relaxed. He leaned against Draco a bit.
"Oh, hey!" said Neville suddenly, who had stopped being shy hours ago. "Remember what you said before, Malfoy - I mean, Draco? When we were in the Common Room at school? You said you had games you would show us. A lot of us are here now. Show us, yeah?"
Draco smirked, looking down at Harry for a minute. "Should I show them a game?" he asked in a seductive voice.
Harry's stomach did a flip and thoughts of earlier immediately sprang to mind. "Yeah," he said, smiling, "if you want to."
Draco's smirk grew as the word “SEX” lit up in red letters across Harry's forehead. He glanced around to see who else noticed.
Harry turned back to the crowd. "Good idea, Neville," he said happily.
Neville opened his mouth to speak, but then looked at Harry strangely. "Uh ..." he said.
Draco grinned but shook his head, laying a finger across his lips to let the others know not to say anything. "So well, there is Truth or Dare, Wizarding rules of course, but that might be a bit too much for this crowd," he continued.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You're talking to a room full of Gryffindors and a damn brave Ravenclaw," she said testily. "Try us."
Harry grinned at Ginny and was a bit confused as to why Ron was snickering, but he figured it was just the Firewhisky.
"Well," Draco began, allowing his hand to play a bit with Harry's, stroking his palm with his fingers. "A person is challenged to pick Truth or Dare. They pick one and the challenger asks them a question or proposes a dare. If you don't answer truthfully or do the dare, you lose."
"What if the person would rather lose then tell the truth or do the dare?" Harry asked, enjoying the feel of Draco's hand on his.
"You agree to play the game, you agree to the terms. The group can set a penalty for withdrawing from the game. If you refuse to tell the truth, then you get a dare instead. And vice versa. You still lose, but it is the only way out of the game. And the game is magically binding."
"All right, well, I'm sure we all know what Truth or Dare is, so let's set the penalty for withdrawing. Shall we say ... if you withdraw, you have to walk around this room naked?" said Ginny.
Harry raised an eyebrow and a few people gulped. Ginny grinned.
"That's a penalty?" Draco sneered but it was somewhat marred by his attempt not to laugh as most of Harry's friends were staring at him. Now they were getting an idea of how much their Golden Boy had sex on the brain.
Ginny looked a bit surprised. "What would you use as a penalty?" she asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco too, slightly amused and still wondering why everyone kept looking at him funny.
Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry for a minute. The look was all it took for his forehead to light up again. Draco grinned and looked at the others. "I would make the penalty specific to each person and have the others pick it only if and when they tried to withdraw from the game," he said.
Ginny shrugged. "All right, sounds good," she said and then she laughed suddenly for a reason that was not apparent to Harry. He looked around, but nothing seemed particularly funny.
When Ginny stopped laughing she turned to face everyone. "Everyone in for a game of Truth or Dare?"
Everyone nodded, although a few looked wary.
"Great," said Ginny. "Who wants to go first? You, Draco?"
"Hold on. This is a magical contract," Draco said. "That means that you will literally be unable to lie or get out of the game without completing the agreement. Does everyone agree and understand?" He held up his wand to cast the spell if they all agreed.
They all nodded once again, but it took a little longer for everyone to agree this time.
"Oh, get on with it," said Ron loudly and happily. Hermione, looking a bit sceptical of this whole thing, laid a hand on his arm.
Draco cast the spell. "Ron, you just volunteered to be the first one asked. Truth or Dare?"
Ron though for a moment. "Oh, why not? Dare," he said, eyeing Draco challengingly.
Draco smiled. "Give a full passionate kiss to the person in this room you most desire."
Ron's eyes widened, Harry had to hold back a laugh, and Hermione went very red.
Quite a few seconds passed and then Ron narrowed his eyes and suddenly pulled Hermione to him and kissed her exactly like Draco had told him to.
Harry watched with raised eyebrows as his two best friends kissed like that; it was a bit strange.
"Oh, Merlin, gross," Ginny said, but she sounded delighted.
Ron finally pulled away, ears red, but he looked pleased with himself.
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and then stared, still tomato red, at the floor.
Draco shook his head in bemusement as Harry's forehead stayed lit up with the word, "SEX." He was wondering if there was anything that didn't make Harry think about sex. "So now, Ron, you get to challenge the next person. It can be anyone in the room except the person who challenged you."
Ron looked around the room. "Ginny," he said, his eyes resting on his sister, narrowed.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, dear brother?"
"Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm, I suppose I'll go with truth," said Ginny.
Ron stared at her for a moment. "Who do you think is the most attractive person in this room?" he asked.
Ginny shook her head. "Is that the best you can do?" she asked. She looked around. "Well, I can't help it. Sorry, Draco, but I think Harry is the most attractive person in the room."
Harry's cheeks flushed a bit pink and he chuckled a bit.
"No problem. I have to agree with you on that." Draco smiled. Harry's flush seemed to match the red word on his forehead.
Ginny shrugged. "Lame as always, Ron," she said.
Ron huffed.
Ginny laughed and then laughed some more as she looked at Harry. "I'll pick you then," she said to him. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," said Harry, not really feeling like moving.
"Okay," said Ginny slowly, thinking. She smiled wickedly. "What would you say was the best sex you and Draco have ever had?" She laughed again.
Harry smiled tightly and shook his head. "Nice, Ginny. Nice," he said. It was actually a sort of hard question to answer. He thought of the binding promise at first, but that wasn't really the best. It had been good, of course it had, but it had been about more than just sex that night. Then he thought about the first time he'd bottomed from the top ... but they'd had better sex since then. Then he thought about the time not too long ago when he'd ordered Draco not to do anything until he said so ... but that still wasn't it. Then came the thought of the dressing room sex, but then it finally came down to the sex they'd had a few hours ago. It really did simply get better and better.
"We had sex a few hours ago. That was the best we've ever done in my opinion," he said, his face colouring again.
Everyone laughed. "With the way you were both yelling, it had better have been the best sex you've ever had!" said Ginny.
"Oh, he always yells like that." Draco laughed, leaning in to kiss Harry lightly.
Harry rolled his eyes and kissed Draco back. "Fine, I'll pick you," he said to Draco. There were lots of "Oooooooohs" in the room. "Truth or dare?"
"Your choice." Draco laughed again.
Harry had no idea why all of the dares or questions so far had been about sex or something similar, but then again, they were all hormonal teenagers. He shrugged and smirked at Draco and everyone laughed again. "Truth then. What is one of your most secret sexual fantasies that you want to try but we haven't done yet?" he asked.
Draco sucked in a breath and flushed bright pink. He licked his lips and looked at the ceiling, unable to meet anyone else's eyes. "I want you to fuck me in front of an audience," he said quickly, knowing it was better to get it over with.
Harry swallowed hard and his eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that.
Everyone was silent and staring at Draco with eyes as wide as Harry's.
Oh, Merlin, please don't start getting hard, Harry pleaded silently with himself. "Oh," he let out, sounding strangled.
Draco was still staring at the ceiling, his face red and his hand clenched in Harry's. He heard the silence and then Harry's sound. He risked a glance down at him, amused to see Harry's face literally glowing in the red of the "SEX" on the brain spell. Draco's cock was hard and he could barely speak, but he cleared his throat. "Well, my turn again then," he said. "Neville, truth or dare?"
"Errr ... dare, I suppose," said Neville looking nervous, but a bit excited.
Harry noticed that everyone in the room was staring at him and he didn't know why, but he could hardly think of that as images and images of Draco's hot, naked body kept flashing in his mind. His body was betraying him.
Draco laughed, but not at Neville; he looked at his partner, licking his lips at the way everything that Harry was thinking showed on his face -- in this case, literally. "Um, Neville, I dare you to tell someone in this room something you have always wanted to say to them but haven't."
Neville bit his lip, but then, looking everywhere in the room but at someone, he said, "Ginny, I think you're really pretty," and then he flushed crimson and stared hard at the floor.
Ginny grinned. "Well, thank you, Neville," she said. "You're very handsome yourself."
Neville flushed even more brightly and a few people chuckled, but mostly everyone was still staring at Harry.
"Bloody hell, what're you all looking at?" Harry said a bit grumpily. He was sexually frustrated now and his pants were getting uncomfortable.
Draco chuckled. "Something wrong, love?" he asked sweetly.
Harry furrowed his brow. "Everyone's staring at me like I've got some bloody huge spot on my face or something!" he said.
They all laughed loudly.
Draco laughed with them, hugging Harry. "Shall I tell him or do we continue the game?" he asked the others.
Everyone simply laughed harder.
"Tell me what?" asked Harry, looking at Draco. "Do I have a huge spot?"
Draco shrugged and looked to Harry's friends, waiting for an answer.
"Tell him!" Ron said loudly, laughing. "I don't think I can take much more of looking at him!"
"If he thinks about it anymore, his forehead's going to catch fire!" Seamus said, laughing as well.
Harry was confused. "My forehead ... what?"
"So you all agree that I have won the wager?" Draco smirked.
"I think you did," said Hermione, giggling.
"Oh, you really did," said Ginny.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked slowly.
Draco nodded and then turned to face his lover, grinning so large his face almost hurt. "I have won our wager. I have pulled a prank on you which I have dubbed 'sex on the brain,'" he explained. "This evening, every time you have thought about sex, the word literally glowed on your forehead."
Harry looked at Draco for a moment. "Are you kidding?" he asked.
Everyone laughed again.
"He's not kidding at all, Harry," said Dean.
Harry jumped to his feet and walked quickly over to a mirror hanging on the wall. He thought about Draco naked again and his mouth dropped open when the word "sex" really did appear on his face.
Draco leaned back on the couch, enjoying the look on Harry's face. His friends were literally rolling on the floor laughing at this point.
Harry slowly turned to face Draco again, smiling tightly. "How much has it lit up then?" he asked.
"A lot," said the room in unison and then more loud, delighted laughter broke out.
"Rarely ever stopped the entire evening," Draco said, laughing with the others. "I was beginning to worry that it was stuck."
Harry shook his head, still smiling in that tight sort of way, and then he suddenly flung himself at Draco so that he landed in his lap and punched him lightly on the arm a few times. "You sneaky shit," he said, laughing despite himself.
"Yes, Harry. Slytherin, remember?" Draco laughed.
"Okay, I admit it. You win." He pressed his cheek against Draco's so he could whisper in his ear. "And now you get whatever you want," he said.
"Good," Draco answered, kissing Harry passionately, his face red in the glow of the spell on Harry's forehead.
Seamus cleared his throat and Ron only grimaced slightly.
Harry kissed back and then began licking along Draco's jaw, to his ear again. "Who would you want to watch us in here?" Harry asked, reaching a hand between them to press it against Draco's crotch where no one could see.
"Fuck, Harry," Draco gasped, his cheeks burning red again.
"You want me to, don't you?" Harry asked, breathing hotly. "Right here in front of everyone." He moved his hand and squeezed Draco's cock through his trousers.
Draco groaned, unable to answer with words. His face was bright red, his cock hard and he was panting. "I...I can't," he gasped.
"You can't what?" Harry asked.
Someone coughed now, but Harry didn't care.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his face and body on fire. He was absolutely embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Talking was beyond him at this point.
Harry pushed Draco down on the couch and grabbed the blanket covering the top of it. He pushed Draco's legs open and got between them quickly before throwing the blanket over them so that the only thing anyone could see would be the upper parts of their bodies and their heads. Harry couldn't believe he was doing this.
"I'll do it, you know," he whispered, pushing forward discreetly to rub their clothed cocks together. He didn't know what the other people in the room were doing and he didn't really want to know.
"I didn't ask ..." Draco gasped. He really didn't know whether or not he wanted this.
"Either Apparate us to our room right now, or I'm going to fuck you right here," Harry continued to whisper, rubbing against Draco again.
"Harry," Draco gasped, "b-but your friends ..." His eyes were still closed tight and he was shaking with both fear and desire.
"They have the ability to leave if they want to," Harry said. "You’d better decide quick, Draco," he growled quietly, rubbing harder for emphasis.
"I ... I can't ..." Draco stuttered, his eyes still tightly closed. He was both so flushed and excited that he felt like he had a fever.
"You’d better," Harry growled. "I'm giving you about ten seconds before your trousers are coming off." He glanced very quickly at the rest of the room to see that everyone was red and turned slightly away from them, talking to each other. Clearly, forced conversation was what they were having. Harry didn't see Ron and that made him feel better.
Draco kept his eyes closed, panting. He nodded once. That was as much as he could manage.
Harry kissed Draco then and began unfastening his trousers. He was glad they had changed out of their dress robes a bit ago. His hands were shaking and his face was so red, but he'd never been so hard. He finally was able to pull Draco's trousers off and it was very hard to do. The blanket nearly slipped off a few times and Harry had to grab it. He fished the small bottle of lubricant out of the jeans he had on. He'd taken to carrying it around all the time since the sex in Madam Malkin's.
Trembling at Harry's touch and the imagined gaze of others in the room, Draco couldn't speak or even open his eyes. When Harry pulled Draco's trousers off, he whimpered as the fabric slid over his hard cock.
Harry fumbled out of his own trousers now and had to secure the blanket several more times. He coated his fingers and slowly slid them inside Draco, staring at his face.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped as Harry's slick fingers penetrated him. Who was still watching? he wondered. He couldn't force his eyes open to look but his ears strained to hear.
Harry looked over at the room again and flushed even more brightly. "I think for all the complaining Seamus has done, he's fucking turned on as hell," he whispered, slipping his fingers in and out.
"Oh, fuck," Draco whimpered, lifting his hips more and shaking. He was going to be fucked right here in front of Harry's friends.
Harry's breath was quick now, but he was quiet. He crooked his fingers to press against Draco's prostate. "Can you feel them looking at us?" Harry asked. "They're all ashamed that we're doing this to their bodies." Harry, once again, wouldn't be able to believe what had come out of his mouth later.
"Watching us?" Draco asked, moaning as Harry caressed him inside.
"They can't help themselves," Harry said, pulling his fingers out and slicking his cock. "And now you're going to get my cock in front of their greedy eyes."
Draco was panting, his head thrown back and his hips arching up for Harry. "Yes, oh, please, yes," he begged.
Harry guided his length to Draco's entrance, still being quiet. He pushed in just a bit, his legs spread slightly, and gritted his teeth. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered.
Draco's legs slid automatically around Harry's, arching into him. He moaned and reached his hand up to grab the other boy's shoulder.
"Shhh," Harry hushed, sliding all the way in. He bent his head and kissed Draco slowly, beginning to fuck him with long, slow strokes.
Draco opened to Harry with all he had -- mouth, body and soul. He trembled at the feel of Harry inside him, his cock and his magic working through him now. "Yours," he gasped.
Harry sucked in a quiet breath. "Yours, too," he replied, keeping that same slow pace. He moved his mouth to Draco's ear now and licked along it. "Everyone in here is probably soaked," he whispered hotly. "That's how fucking gorgeous we are."
"Yes, beautiful," Draco agreed, panting and dizzy from the pleasure of Harry moving inside him.
Harry let his head drop now, breathing heavily and sweating. "Oh, fuck," he whimpered very quietly, not daring to move any faster because of the blanket covering them.
"Please, yes," Draco begged, trying to urge Harry on with words as well as his body trying to thrust up against him.
Harry managed to find a quicker rhythm without the blanket falling and he thrust as deep as possible. "I love you so much; I don't care what anyone thinks," he panted as quietly as he could.
"Yes, yes," Draco cried out, writhing under Harry, rubbing himself shamelessly against him, flesh hand sliding down Harry's back to reach for his arse. He was unaware that his movements were sending the blanket sliding down as well.
Harry gasped and moved to Draco's mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside and licking Draco's. He moaned into his mouth and pumped into him harder.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry, his tongue twisting with his lover's, his legs wrapped around his hips and his hand sliding over his skin. Their movements sent the last part of the blanket fluttering to the floor.
Someone in the room gasped, but Harry hardly heard it. His hands were clutching the material of the couch and he was thrusting madly into Draco, making the springs inside the sofa squeak loudly.
Draco sucked on Harry's tongue, his breathing fast like their body movements. Harry's magic crackled like a lightning storm and Draco felt his skin tingling with it. He was close to coming but trying to hold back, waiting for Harry.
Harry thrust into Draco as hard as he could on the Weasleys' couch, in a room full of his friends. He was fucking Draco in a room full of his friends. He thrust harder, the pleasure in his body building up so quickly and so strongly until it burst out of him and filled Draco completely. His eyes slid closed and he moaned, open-mouthed, loud and long.
Moaning into Harry's mouth, Draco felt literally rolled in Harry's magic as his cock filled him with his flesh and come. He forced himself to open his eyes, to look at Harry, red light shining from his forehead, eyes closed. Then as they clung to each other, shuddering, Draco turned his head to see who was watching them.
Ginny was watching them, red as her hair, her hand covering her open mouth. Hermione's eyes were tightly shut, her face as red as Ginny's. Seamus was even redder, sitting cross-legged and very hunched over as he sat with his back to Harry and Draco. Dean was sitting against the wall, his eyes closed like Hermione's. Luna was looking at them like they were nothing but an interesting Quidditch match. Gabrielle wasn't in the room, nor was Ron. Neville was wide-eyed and staring at the floor.
Chapter Title: Daring Truth
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After the escapade that had followed dancing, Harry and Draco had gone back out to the party where people either threw them alarmed looks or were amused. Fred and George teased them for about ten minutes straight.
Harry was too happy and sated to care about anything and found that the teasing only made him laugh.
The party carried on for quite a while until Fleur's father and Mr Weasley actually both fell on the floor in a fit of drunken laughter after dancing with each other. Shortly after that, most people stared going to their rooms or home, and the only ones left awake were the younger guests and a few drunk others who were still drinking.
Harry was sitting with Draco in the living room with a whole slew of others: Neville, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, and Luna.
Ron had sneaked in a couple shots of Firewhisky while Mrs Weasley hadn't been looking and was apparently a bit buzzed and looking a tad more comfortable with Hermione then he did usually.
Draco hadn't drunk much but he still felt pretty buzzed after his and Harry's amazing dancing sex. He sat happily with an arm around Harry and a drink beside him. He had been taking some good-natured ribbing from the assorted Gryffindors. Trying to be as discreet as possible, he used the wand he had set beside them to do a silent spell on Harry and waited.
Harry was laughing and joking with everyone else, feeling wonderfully comfortable and relaxed. He leaned against Draco a bit.
"Oh, hey!" said Neville suddenly, who had stopped being shy hours ago. "Remember what you said before, Malfoy - I mean, Draco? When we were in the Common Room at school? You said you had games you would show us. A lot of us are here now. Show us, yeah?"
Draco smirked, looking down at Harry for a minute. "Should I show them a game?" he asked in a seductive voice.
Harry's stomach did a flip and thoughts of earlier immediately sprang to mind. "Yeah," he said, smiling, "if you want to."
Draco's smirk grew as the word “SEX” lit up in red letters across Harry's forehead. He glanced around to see who else noticed.
Harry turned back to the crowd. "Good idea, Neville," he said happily.
Neville opened his mouth to speak, but then looked at Harry strangely. "Uh ..." he said.
Draco grinned but shook his head, laying a finger across his lips to let the others know not to say anything. "So well, there is Truth or Dare, Wizarding rules of course, but that might be a bit too much for this crowd," he continued.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You're talking to a room full of Gryffindors and a damn brave Ravenclaw," she said testily. "Try us."
Harry grinned at Ginny and was a bit confused as to why Ron was snickering, but he figured it was just the Firewhisky.
"Well," Draco began, allowing his hand to play a bit with Harry's, stroking his palm with his fingers. "A person is challenged to pick Truth or Dare. They pick one and the challenger asks them a question or proposes a dare. If you don't answer truthfully or do the dare, you lose."
"What if the person would rather lose then tell the truth or do the dare?" Harry asked, enjoying the feel of Draco's hand on his.
"You agree to play the game, you agree to the terms. The group can set a penalty for withdrawing from the game. If you refuse to tell the truth, then you get a dare instead. And vice versa. You still lose, but it is the only way out of the game. And the game is magically binding."
"All right, well, I'm sure we all know what Truth or Dare is, so let's set the penalty for withdrawing. Shall we say ... if you withdraw, you have to walk around this room naked?" said Ginny.
Harry raised an eyebrow and a few people gulped. Ginny grinned.
"That's a penalty?" Draco sneered but it was somewhat marred by his attempt not to laugh as most of Harry's friends were staring at him. Now they were getting an idea of how much their Golden Boy had sex on the brain.
Ginny looked a bit surprised. "What would you use as a penalty?" she asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco too, slightly amused and still wondering why everyone kept looking at him funny.
Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry for a minute. The look was all it took for his forehead to light up again. Draco grinned and looked at the others. "I would make the penalty specific to each person and have the others pick it only if and when they tried to withdraw from the game," he said.
Ginny shrugged. "All right, sounds good," she said and then she laughed suddenly for a reason that was not apparent to Harry. He looked around, but nothing seemed particularly funny.
When Ginny stopped laughing she turned to face everyone. "Everyone in for a game of Truth or Dare?"
Everyone nodded, although a few looked wary.
"Great," said Ginny. "Who wants to go first? You, Draco?"
"Hold on. This is a magical contract," Draco said. "That means that you will literally be unable to lie or get out of the game without completing the agreement. Does everyone agree and understand?" He held up his wand to cast the spell if they all agreed.
They all nodded once again, but it took a little longer for everyone to agree this time.
"Oh, get on with it," said Ron loudly and happily. Hermione, looking a bit sceptical of this whole thing, laid a hand on his arm.
Draco cast the spell. "Ron, you just volunteered to be the first one asked. Truth or Dare?"
Ron though for a moment. "Oh, why not? Dare," he said, eyeing Draco challengingly.
Draco smiled. "Give a full passionate kiss to the person in this room you most desire."
Ron's eyes widened, Harry had to hold back a laugh, and Hermione went very red.
Quite a few seconds passed and then Ron narrowed his eyes and suddenly pulled Hermione to him and kissed her exactly like Draco had told him to.
Harry watched with raised eyebrows as his two best friends kissed like that; it was a bit strange.
"Oh, Merlin, gross," Ginny said, but she sounded delighted.
Ron finally pulled away, ears red, but he looked pleased with himself.
Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and then stared, still tomato red, at the floor.
Draco shook his head in bemusement as Harry's forehead stayed lit up with the word, "SEX." He was wondering if there was anything that didn't make Harry think about sex. "So now, Ron, you get to challenge the next person. It can be anyone in the room except the person who challenged you."
Ron looked around the room. "Ginny," he said, his eyes resting on his sister, narrowed.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, dear brother?"
"Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm, I suppose I'll go with truth," said Ginny.
Ron stared at her for a moment. "Who do you think is the most attractive person in this room?" he asked.
Ginny shook her head. "Is that the best you can do?" she asked. She looked around. "Well, I can't help it. Sorry, Draco, but I think Harry is the most attractive person in the room."
Harry's cheeks flushed a bit pink and he chuckled a bit.
"No problem. I have to agree with you on that." Draco smiled. Harry's flush seemed to match the red word on his forehead.
Ginny shrugged. "Lame as always, Ron," she said.
Ron huffed.
Ginny laughed and then laughed some more as she looked at Harry. "I'll pick you then," she said to him. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," said Harry, not really feeling like moving.
"Okay," said Ginny slowly, thinking. She smiled wickedly. "What would you say was the best sex you and Draco have ever had?" She laughed again.
Harry smiled tightly and shook his head. "Nice, Ginny. Nice," he said. It was actually a sort of hard question to answer. He thought of the binding promise at first, but that wasn't really the best. It had been good, of course it had, but it had been about more than just sex that night. Then he thought about the first time he'd bottomed from the top ... but they'd had better sex since then. Then he thought about the time not too long ago when he'd ordered Draco not to do anything until he said so ... but that still wasn't it. Then came the thought of the dressing room sex, but then it finally came down to the sex they'd had a few hours ago. It really did simply get better and better.
"We had sex a few hours ago. That was the best we've ever done in my opinion," he said, his face colouring again.
Everyone laughed. "With the way you were both yelling, it had better have been the best sex you've ever had!" said Ginny.
"Oh, he always yells like that." Draco laughed, leaning in to kiss Harry lightly.
Harry rolled his eyes and kissed Draco back. "Fine, I'll pick you," he said to Draco. There were lots of "Oooooooohs" in the room. "Truth or dare?"
"Your choice." Draco laughed again.
Harry had no idea why all of the dares or questions so far had been about sex or something similar, but then again, they were all hormonal teenagers. He shrugged and smirked at Draco and everyone laughed again. "Truth then. What is one of your most secret sexual fantasies that you want to try but we haven't done yet?" he asked.
Draco sucked in a breath and flushed bright pink. He licked his lips and looked at the ceiling, unable to meet anyone else's eyes. "I want you to fuck me in front of an audience," he said quickly, knowing it was better to get it over with.
Harry swallowed hard and his eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that.
Everyone was silent and staring at Draco with eyes as wide as Harry's.
Oh, Merlin, please don't start getting hard, Harry pleaded silently with himself. "Oh," he let out, sounding strangled.
Draco was still staring at the ceiling, his face red and his hand clenched in Harry's. He heard the silence and then Harry's sound. He risked a glance down at him, amused to see Harry's face literally glowing in the red of the "SEX" on the brain spell. Draco's cock was hard and he could barely speak, but he cleared his throat. "Well, my turn again then," he said. "Neville, truth or dare?"
"Errr ... dare, I suppose," said Neville looking nervous, but a bit excited.
Harry noticed that everyone in the room was staring at him and he didn't know why, but he could hardly think of that as images and images of Draco's hot, naked body kept flashing in his mind. His body was betraying him.
Draco laughed, but not at Neville; he looked at his partner, licking his lips at the way everything that Harry was thinking showed on his face -- in this case, literally. "Um, Neville, I dare you to tell someone in this room something you have always wanted to say to them but haven't."
Neville bit his lip, but then, looking everywhere in the room but at someone, he said, "Ginny, I think you're really pretty," and then he flushed crimson and stared hard at the floor.
Ginny grinned. "Well, thank you, Neville," she said. "You're very handsome yourself."
Neville flushed even more brightly and a few people chuckled, but mostly everyone was still staring at Harry.
"Bloody hell, what're you all looking at?" Harry said a bit grumpily. He was sexually frustrated now and his pants were getting uncomfortable.
Draco chuckled. "Something wrong, love?" he asked sweetly.
Harry furrowed his brow. "Everyone's staring at me like I've got some bloody huge spot on my face or something!" he said.
They all laughed loudly.
Draco laughed with them, hugging Harry. "Shall I tell him or do we continue the game?" he asked the others.
Everyone simply laughed harder.
"Tell me what?" asked Harry, looking at Draco. "Do I have a huge spot?"
Draco shrugged and looked to Harry's friends, waiting for an answer.
"Tell him!" Ron said loudly, laughing. "I don't think I can take much more of looking at him!"
"If he thinks about it anymore, his forehead's going to catch fire!" Seamus said, laughing as well.
Harry was confused. "My forehead ... what?"
"So you all agree that I have won the wager?" Draco smirked.
"I think you did," said Hermione, giggling.
"Oh, you really did," said Ginny.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?" he asked slowly.
Draco nodded and then turned to face his lover, grinning so large his face almost hurt. "I have won our wager. I have pulled a prank on you which I have dubbed 'sex on the brain,'" he explained. "This evening, every time you have thought about sex, the word literally glowed on your forehead."
Harry looked at Draco for a moment. "Are you kidding?" he asked.
Everyone laughed again.
"He's not kidding at all, Harry," said Dean.
Harry jumped to his feet and walked quickly over to a mirror hanging on the wall. He thought about Draco naked again and his mouth dropped open when the word "sex" really did appear on his face.
Draco leaned back on the couch, enjoying the look on Harry's face. His friends were literally rolling on the floor laughing at this point.
Harry slowly turned to face Draco again, smiling tightly. "How much has it lit up then?" he asked.
"A lot," said the room in unison and then more loud, delighted laughter broke out.
"Rarely ever stopped the entire evening," Draco said, laughing with the others. "I was beginning to worry that it was stuck."
Harry shook his head, still smiling in that tight sort of way, and then he suddenly flung himself at Draco so that he landed in his lap and punched him lightly on the arm a few times. "You sneaky shit," he said, laughing despite himself.
"Yes, Harry. Slytherin, remember?" Draco laughed.
"Okay, I admit it. You win." He pressed his cheek against Draco's so he could whisper in his ear. "And now you get whatever you want," he said.
"Good," Draco answered, kissing Harry passionately, his face red in the glow of the spell on Harry's forehead.
Seamus cleared his throat and Ron only grimaced slightly.
Harry kissed back and then began licking along Draco's jaw, to his ear again. "Who would you want to watch us in here?" Harry asked, reaching a hand between them to press it against Draco's crotch where no one could see.
"Fuck, Harry," Draco gasped, his cheeks burning red again.
"You want me to, don't you?" Harry asked, breathing hotly. "Right here in front of everyone." He moved his hand and squeezed Draco's cock through his trousers.
Draco groaned, unable to answer with words. His face was bright red, his cock hard and he was panting. "I...I can't," he gasped.
"You can't what?" Harry asked.
Someone coughed now, but Harry didn't care.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, his face and body on fire. He was absolutely embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Talking was beyond him at this point.
Harry pushed Draco down on the couch and grabbed the blanket covering the top of it. He pushed Draco's legs open and got between them quickly before throwing the blanket over them so that the only thing anyone could see would be the upper parts of their bodies and their heads. Harry couldn't believe he was doing this.
"I'll do it, you know," he whispered, pushing forward discreetly to rub their clothed cocks together. He didn't know what the other people in the room were doing and he didn't really want to know.
"I didn't ask ..." Draco gasped. He really didn't know whether or not he wanted this.
"Either Apparate us to our room right now, or I'm going to fuck you right here," Harry continued to whisper, rubbing against Draco again.
"Harry," Draco gasped, "b-but your friends ..." His eyes were still closed tight and he was shaking with both fear and desire.
"They have the ability to leave if they want to," Harry said. "You’d better decide quick, Draco," he growled quietly, rubbing harder for emphasis.
"I ... I can't ..." Draco stuttered, his eyes still tightly closed. He was both so flushed and excited that he felt like he had a fever.
"You’d better," Harry growled. "I'm giving you about ten seconds before your trousers are coming off." He glanced very quickly at the rest of the room to see that everyone was red and turned slightly away from them, talking to each other. Clearly, forced conversation was what they were having. Harry didn't see Ron and that made him feel better.
Draco kept his eyes closed, panting. He nodded once. That was as much as he could manage.
Harry kissed Draco then and began unfastening his trousers. He was glad they had changed out of their dress robes a bit ago. His hands were shaking and his face was so red, but he'd never been so hard. He finally was able to pull Draco's trousers off and it was very hard to do. The blanket nearly slipped off a few times and Harry had to grab it. He fished the small bottle of lubricant out of the jeans he had on. He'd taken to carrying it around all the time since the sex in Madam Malkin's.
Trembling at Harry's touch and the imagined gaze of others in the room, Draco couldn't speak or even open his eyes. When Harry pulled Draco's trousers off, he whimpered as the fabric slid over his hard cock.
Harry fumbled out of his own trousers now and had to secure the blanket several more times. He coated his fingers and slowly slid them inside Draco, staring at his face.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped as Harry's slick fingers penetrated him. Who was still watching? he wondered. He couldn't force his eyes open to look but his ears strained to hear.
Harry looked over at the room again and flushed even more brightly. "I think for all the complaining Seamus has done, he's fucking turned on as hell," he whispered, slipping his fingers in and out.
"Oh, fuck," Draco whimpered, lifting his hips more and shaking. He was going to be fucked right here in front of Harry's friends.
Harry's breath was quick now, but he was quiet. He crooked his fingers to press against Draco's prostate. "Can you feel them looking at us?" Harry asked. "They're all ashamed that we're doing this to their bodies." Harry, once again, wouldn't be able to believe what had come out of his mouth later.
"Watching us?" Draco asked, moaning as Harry caressed him inside.
"They can't help themselves," Harry said, pulling his fingers out and slicking his cock. "And now you're going to get my cock in front of their greedy eyes."
Draco was panting, his head thrown back and his hips arching up for Harry. "Yes, oh, please, yes," he begged.
Harry guided his length to Draco's entrance, still being quiet. He pushed in just a bit, his legs spread slightly, and gritted his teeth. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered.
Draco's legs slid automatically around Harry's, arching into him. He moaned and reached his hand up to grab the other boy's shoulder.
"Shhh," Harry hushed, sliding all the way in. He bent his head and kissed Draco slowly, beginning to fuck him with long, slow strokes.
Draco opened to Harry with all he had -- mouth, body and soul. He trembled at the feel of Harry inside him, his cock and his magic working through him now. "Yours," he gasped.
Harry sucked in a quiet breath. "Yours, too," he replied, keeping that same slow pace. He moved his mouth to Draco's ear now and licked along it. "Everyone in here is probably soaked," he whispered hotly. "That's how fucking gorgeous we are."
"Yes, beautiful," Draco agreed, panting and dizzy from the pleasure of Harry moving inside him.
Harry let his head drop now, breathing heavily and sweating. "Oh, fuck," he whimpered very quietly, not daring to move any faster because of the blanket covering them.
"Please, yes," Draco begged, trying to urge Harry on with words as well as his body trying to thrust up against him.
Harry managed to find a quicker rhythm without the blanket falling and he thrust as deep as possible. "I love you so much; I don't care what anyone thinks," he panted as quietly as he could.
"Yes, yes," Draco cried out, writhing under Harry, rubbing himself shamelessly against him, flesh hand sliding down Harry's back to reach for his arse. He was unaware that his movements were sending the blanket sliding down as well.
Harry gasped and moved to Draco's mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside and licking Draco's. He moaned into his mouth and pumped into him harder.
Draco opened his mouth to Harry, his tongue twisting with his lover's, his legs wrapped around his hips and his hand sliding over his skin. Their movements sent the last part of the blanket fluttering to the floor.
Someone in the room gasped, but Harry hardly heard it. His hands were clutching the material of the couch and he was thrusting madly into Draco, making the springs inside the sofa squeak loudly.
Draco sucked on Harry's tongue, his breathing fast like their body movements. Harry's magic crackled like a lightning storm and Draco felt his skin tingling with it. He was close to coming but trying to hold back, waiting for Harry.
Harry thrust into Draco as hard as he could on the Weasleys' couch, in a room full of his friends. He was fucking Draco in a room full of his friends. He thrust harder, the pleasure in his body building up so quickly and so strongly until it burst out of him and filled Draco completely. His eyes slid closed and he moaned, open-mouthed, loud and long.
Moaning into Harry's mouth, Draco felt literally rolled in Harry's magic as his cock filled him with his flesh and come. He forced himself to open his eyes, to look at Harry, red light shining from his forehead, eyes closed. Then as they clung to each other, shuddering, Draco turned his head to see who was watching them.
Ginny was watching them, red as her hair, her hand covering her open mouth. Hermione's eyes were tightly shut, her face as red as Ginny's. Seamus was even redder, sitting cross-legged and very hunched over as he sat with his back to Harry and Draco. Dean was sitting against the wall, his eyes closed like Hermione's. Luna was looking at them like they were nothing but an interesting Quidditch match. Gabrielle wasn't in the room, nor was Ron. Neville was wide-eyed and staring at the floor.