Hogwarts Express

Track Beta

            “I thought you might not come.”

            One of the two figures moved in the shadows, approaching the other, until they stood
only half a foot - at maximum - apart. “Of course I was coming. I was afraid you wouldn’t.”

            “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” the other smirked, then closed the gap between them,
and suddenly there were no words, just a mesh of skin and lips and teeth and tongues, and
occasionally a gasp or a moan or a whisper. No words.  

            They were like one entity, split into two halves, and there in the shadowed alcove in the
Hogwart’s dungeons, they were merging back into one, their neatly ragged edges seamlessly
fitting back into one another, hands pulling the other closer, frantically trying to reform themself
as the one they used to be. “Gods, Draco,” one of them whimpered, head arching back. “I need
you.”

            “Mm...” the other responded, preoccupied with tugging the other’s red and gold tie off.

            “Draco...” he hissed again, grinding his body significantly against the other. “Now.”

            “Merlin...” he gasped, then set to tearing buttons off the other’s shirt, ripping it from
collar to waist, then tugging it back and away, the belt and pants following moments later.

            Hushed gasps became louder, transforming into little cries of passion as one wrapped his
legs around the waist of the other, his back being pounded rhythmically into a rough stone wall.
“God... need you... so much...”

            “Mine,” he hissed, biting down on the collarbone of the boy latched around him like a
limpet.

            “Yours,” he breathed, head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstacy. “Merlin.... Draco... I’m
going to...”

            “Roar,” he purred in his hear. “Roar for me, my little Gryffindor lion...”

            Moments later, he did, arching his back, and roared in a throaty, deep, lusty voice,
signaling his completion.

            “Draco!”

            As though that were the signal, the other pushed twice more, then slumped forward, the
other’s name escaping his lips in a deep, husky groan.

            “Harry...”

            On opposite ends of the castle, one several floors above ground, and one several floors
below, two seventeen year old boys sat up with a sharp gasp, eyes wide, underwear damp.

            And both of them heard an eerie laughter ringing in their ears.