Enchanted

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter, though if I did this sure as hell wouldn’t be just another PWP… ;}

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Jamais_Palir: Here it is! You have asked for it and now it is complete! This is for all those who begged for a sequel to my first PWP Dirty Dreams. (If you haven’t read it yet, do!) But this story I dedicate to my friend Rikki (a girl) who’s constant words of “Please Ma’am, can I have some more?” constantly echoed in my head. That and the fact that she threatened to pelt me with eight pounds of tomatoes if I didn’t write another one. ~~~TOMATOES!!!~~~ (Demon Diary >manga reference) But I hope you enjoy EBC and leave only good reviews! (Please no flames) ~~~~ENJOY!!!~~~~


Enchanted Broom Cupboard
(Chapter 2)


To Rikki

Harry stared down at the piece of paper clutched in his hand as he made his way past dimly lit torches leading deeper into the dungeons of Hogwarts.

He had been finding anonymous notes everywhere for weeks now. “I like the green ones.” Was in his under where drawer just the other day. But it had started with a note by his bed.

He had guessed it was just some sort of practical joke until he went to his room to find his broom missing and in its place a note giving directions as to where to find it. So, here he was, now standing in front of an old cupboard with an iron door.

It blended in with the wall, and the only inclination that it was even there, was a small square picture of a little girl in a pale blue dress with her brown hair cut short at her shoulders. She held white daises in small hands and her blue eyes winked at Harry as he moved to pull open the heavy door.

It opened silently to Harry’s surprise, and despite the fact that there was no light in the room, there in the back corner Harry could see his FireBolt. It was obviously unharmed.

He approached it slowly, only moving to pick it up after he thought it was safe. But the moment he did, the iron door slammed shut behind him.

He pushed as hard as he could against it, but despite several attempts with spells, it still refused to budge.

“It’s no use Potter, there’s no way out.” Harry jumped at the cool calm voice. He whorled, pulling out his wand, and as he stared into the heavy darkness of the room he mumbled Lumos.

The tip of his wand shone with a bright blue light. Parts of the small room were thrown into shadow, one of which was reasonably close to his broom. It was out of this that Draco emerged.

A sly sinister laugh escaped his lips. His eyes gleamed with the light from the wand causing them to glow almost white. His hair was slicked back in its usual fashion. He moved to step close, but Harry held the laminated wand out in front of him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” He was thankful his fear hadn’t claimed his voice. Draco started pacing around him, but his eyes never left Harry’s.

“You disappoint me, Potter. Do you even know why you can’t get out?” Harry paused, hoping Draco hadn’t noticed.

“I take it you know, Malfoy?” The question was bold. More so then Harry had hoped for, but it only earned him another laugh.

“Of courses I know, Potter. Tell me, do you think that’s an ordinary girl in that picture? Or that this is an ordinary cupboard for that matter?” His voice was sly, hiding secrets. Harry could have kicked himself for not thinking of such. It was a perfect trap. He only shook his head.

“Of course not, or you would have never come in here.” Harry’s stomach gave a crude learch. Draco had now stopped pacing to stand behind him, whispering the rest in his ear.

“This room is cursed, Potter, by that little succubus in that picture. She waits until two people have entered here and she locks them in. Then she lets her power run through them until she gets her fill.” The tip of Draco’s tongue traced Harry’s ear.

“Erh!” Harry’s knees had collapsed as a force unknown had taken hold of things low.

“See, Potter? It starts.” Just then, a youthful giggle filled the room, but from where was unknown.

Draco kneeled behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. One hand was sliding under Harry’s shirt and was trailing up his stomach. The other however, had cupped Harry’s full erection thought the fabric of his pants.

Harry moaned as Draco started rubbing up and down. His wand had rolled unforgotten to the side, tip still burning bright.

It took Harry by surprise when Draco moved his hand inside and gripped his bare cock, slowly pumping up and down as he squeezed lightly.

Harry moaned louder.

Images started flooding his mind. His shirt torn, the taste of salt, a pressure within, a blinding flash of light, and a familiar voice whispering “Remember, Potter, next time it’s my turn.”

Harry’s green eyes flew open, filled with a new heat. Draco had barely managed to get in front of him before Harry had him shoved against the cold stone wall.

To Harry there were no more thoughts, just actions. His lips were on Draco’s. He kissed him fiercely, and Draco opened to him without hesitation.

Harry licked at Draco’s top lip, nibbling at it ever so slightly. Then he moved deeper, his tongue grazed against Draco’s. Draco took Harry’s tongue and sucked at it.

Suddenly, Harry was on his back with Draco between his legs. He felt the snap of a button as it came loose. Draco pulled Harry’s pants down just far enough that his cock was fully exposed.

The air was cool against it, but that didn’t hinder Harry when Draco took him and worked him with both hands. Draco licked his finger and gently rubbed it over the tip of the head. He waited until it glistened with pre-cum before he dipped low to barely lick the tip clean.

Harry’s entire body shook with a force unknown. It was just than that Draco took Harry in his mouth, licking slowly and allowing his teeth to barely graze the sides.

Draco pulled back and once again the air was cool against Harry’s exposure. Draco moved to lick again, but it wasn’t the part that he had expected. Instead, Draco’s tongue traced a line between Harry’s balls, licking at the sides softly.

Draco moved back up and deep throated him. That was all it took for Harry to see the flash of light again. Draco started lapping at the head, slowly taking up the cum as it came.

Then Draco started moving up Harry’s body. He licked a line up from Harry’s bellybutton and over a nipple. He stopped to nibble at his neck, earning a slight yelp before moving up to his ear. The whisper was almost inaudible.

“Remember our deal, Harry.” Harry’s heart leapt. Draco had never called him by his first name before. It sounded different, and a bit strange. It was at this that more images filled his mind.

Draco licking his finger, slowly probing a spot that made him shudder, then probing it with something bigger. More giggles filled the room.

Harry hadn’t blinked before he had shoved Draco and to rip down his pants, leaving Draco bare from the waist down.

Harry ran his hands up Draco’s legs and gripped his hands around Draco’s hard cock. He started pumping fiercely with both hands.

Harry pulled back and licked his own finger to mimic what Draco had done in his vision. He slid his hand between Draco’s legs, finding the small opening.

He pushed his finger in. He started pumping him, going a little faster each time. He knew he was doing something right when moans started coming from Draco every time he pushed in.

After several moments, Harry added a second finger. Draco’s moans grew louder. Finally, it was Harry that couldn’t take any more.

Harry took his dick, and rubbing it against the opening as Draco had done in his vision, he pushed in slowly. Draco’s back arched with the pressure.

Harry closed his eyes as he concentrated on finding the spot. A whispered “Oh…” told him he had succeeded. He kept riding into Draco, trying to hit that same spot each time.

Harry couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Draco was so warm and soft inside. Pure pleasure coursed through his body.

But Harry couldn’t think past what happened next. Draco had managed to tighten for a few brief seconds, but that in its self almost made Harry cum.

He started riding into Draco harder. Draco moving so that his hips met Harry’s with each new thrust. Harry moved so that his hand surrounded Draco’s opening, and using it as a guide, he pulled out so that only the tip of his cock was in before he thrust in with new force.

He did so repeatedly, causing Draco’s back to arch with each thrust. Draco’s nails bit into the hand Harry was propping himself on. A light stream of blood began to flow from one of the small crescent moons.

Harry could feel the pressure building again. He started thrusting a little slower and moved his hand around Draco’s cock. He gave long pumps with each pounding thrust.

Draco’s breath was coming in ragged pants. Harry didn’t know how much longer he could hold it in. He started pumping furiously as he thrust in harder and harder.

Harry’s hand was stinging from the cuts, but he didn’t care.

Once again Harry was hit by the wave of light. But this time it had been stronger, leaving his dick throbbing and his body numb. He couldn’t have held out any longer if he had wanted to. It was just too good.

Now, he was limply propping himself up, staring down into Draco’s eyes. His own breath in pants, Draco gave that smile that drove Harry up the wall.

Harry looked down at the milky liquid that covered Draco’s stomach and had pooled around his bellybutton.

Harry’s head dropped as he lapped at the cum, the salty taste now so familiar. He licked up Draco’s side, a part of him wanting more.

His tongue trailed up Draco’s chest as it gathered a few salty bits here and there. Draco rolled, placing Harry on the bottom. Draco kissed him deeply.

He rubbed at Harry’s now limp cock. He played with it a little, and rubbed at the now loose skin surrounding it.

He bent low as he took all of Harry in his mouth one last time. His tongue tracing the head until Harry shivered. He nibbled at the loose skin until Harry cried out, begging for him to stop. Harry was slowly growing hard again.

“I just want one more taste.” Came Draco’s voice low and smooth.

Draco sucked at Harry’s balls again, finding the small opening with his thumb. He slid it in, and to Harry’s surprise it didn’t hurt at all.

He sucked hard at the Head, probing Harry with his finger all the wile. He found the spot and started hitting it repeatedly, Harry’s cock growing in his mouth each time.

It wasn’t long before Harry was completely hard once again. Draco’s tongue slipped along the tip of Harry’s cock, causing something in him to jump.

He easily recognized the building now. This time it came quick and smooth. Draco’s thumb hit the spot one good, last time. Harry watched Draco’s throat work as he deep throated him and swallowed the cum.

Draco sat up smirking. Harry would have kissed him had he been able to move. Draco picked up Harry’s bleeding hand, and holding it to his mouth, he licked at the blood. When he had finished licking the tiny wounds clean, his mouth was tainted red.

Just then the giggling filled the room again and the Iron door slid open. Draco looked back down at Harry, his own laughter filling the room as he licked the last few traces of blood from his bottom lip.

Harry closed his eyes, lacking the strength to keep them open. He heard Draco’s voice come from several feet away.

“See you this time next week, Harry. Oh, and thanks for wearing the green ones.”

He was gone. The door shut slowly and the light of the wanf flickered out though no verbal command told it to do so, leaving Harry to sleep in the cool darkness.

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On the outside of the door, the picture swayed with its own song. In the picture stood a beautiful countess, tattern blue dress covering her slender frame. Dark hair hung to her waist as the sharp nails of long graceful hands picked over the dried petals of dead daises.

She looked out of the picture, blue eyes bright as she smiled a fanged grin. The music stopped and a twisted laugh filled the dark, empty hall, fallowed by a womanly voice.

“And I’ll never be hungry again…”

The End