Part and Parsel

" The Harry Potter. Ha-a-arry PO-o-h-htte-e-er. POTTer. Po-o-o-o-otter. Puh-Otter. Otter. Hairy Otter!" -- Draco Malfoy, Pretty Toy, Hurlyburlesque

Special thanks to:
Vittani -- No sequel, yet (ever I hope... this was meant to be a oneshot XD) but how about a few more chapters?

thrnbrooke and Starscream'sGirl .... HI!! I'm so glad you came back AND reviewed! Vittani, too, welcome to the ramblings of my madness-induced obsession with Harry/Draco...

Anon -- Gods and angels, I hope I live up to your expectations! Thanks for reviewing!

madnesswithinme -- I think this things going to grow a bit more, and eventually Adrian will be dropped, I think..

Kat Potter -- Hope this is good for you too~ ^___^

Potter's Wifey -- Good, I'm glad. ^_^

GummiBear -- Smut yes; good questionable.

smurff -- XD You're awesome. And I agree with you about the parseltongue; not enough by FAR! But as they say, if you want something done it's best to do it yourself, right? Don't worry, there will be smut in this chapter. ^__~ And I'm happy to make you laugh. I didn't mean to go completely spaztastic in your reviews but I'm glad you got something good out of it ^____^

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NOTES:
"This is obviously speaking."
//These are thoughts.//
"/~This is parseltongue!~/"
[Anything in here is remembered/in memory etc etc..]

And now, onwards towards insanity!
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Livid.

Harry was utterly seething with anger at the two Slytherins, neither of whom seemed very intent on apologizing for their appalling behaviour. It was all he could do to keep from chewing them out about the events following the match, and he couldn't stop the dirty looks every once and a while, feeling his jaw twitching with the need to say something.

By the time he figured his teeth-grinding had become audible, Malfoy finally conceded with a small sigh.

"Potter, I'm sorry. Would you please stop glaring death at me now?" His tone was flippant, and Harry missed the look he and Pucey shared as he turned to him.

"NO, Malfoy, I'm not going to stop glaring at you because it's your fault that I'm sitting in this sodding detention in the first place!" Malfoy had the good graces to wince, but Pucey was as unapologetic as ever, and Harry turned on him, scowling thunderously. "And you! I thought you were better mannered than that! Brawling on the Quidditch field?! What the devil possessed you?!" Growing increasingly aware that he was beginning to sound like McGonnigal on a tirade, Harry snapped his mouth shut, and jerked his eyes forward, fully intending to ignore them both for the duration of the detention.

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Adrian smirked at Malfoy, jerking his head towards Harry's sulk-fest with amusement. They gave him a few more minutes to stew, before getting up and flanking him. Harry was wrapped up in his silent fuming, and didn't notice them at first, but as soon as two hands came down on his shoulders and hauled him out of the chair, it was all he could do to break off a startled cry. Hands covered his mouth, and if he wasn't completely aware of who was in the room with him, he'd've hexed them, wandless and all. A soft incantation was spoken above him somewhere, while he tried futilely to escape their iron grip, and then he was overcome by the oddest sensation of watching himself step away from his body and return to the seat he'd been sitting in moments before. Glancing down at himself, he realized he was slightly transparent.

"Handy spell, Pucey," came Malfoy's smooth drawl, followed by a snicker.

"It's good for getting out of detentions early, and can be performed wandless." Harry scowled at them.

"Where are we going?" he demanded, and caught his footing to try and walk alongside them as opposed to being dragged.

"Seventh floor," Adrian said unhelpfully. "Don't worry, we've got about fifteen minutes before the spell wears off us and we're visible again."

"Seventh.." Harry started indignantly, then a hand found itself pressed against his mouth.

"Shut it, Potter," Draco sniped at him, trying to hide the absolute glee he was feeling behind the familiar wall of 'fight with Potter.' Of course, the rest of that happened to be 'fight with Potter, so he won't notice you drooling,' but Draco generally tended to ignore that end of it. Harry gave him a dirty look, and contemplated licking his hand to get it away, then decided that getting whatever Malfoy had on his hand inside his mouth wasn't a smart plan.

Quietly, but really only biding his time until he could escape, Harry went along with the two of them, contemplating what they were doing . It had obviously been a set up from the very beginning, and Harry, like a stupid, gullible Gryffindor, had walked right into it without looking back. Kicking himself mentally, and making mental notes to pay more attention to which Slytherin's he happened to be fucking next time, Harry added Adrian and Draco to his list of Things That Were Slowly Driving Him Mental.

"In here," Adrian whispered, and Harry realized that it was the Room of Requirement. Taking a deep breath as he realized that they weren't planning to kill him, Harry wrenched away from Draco, only to stumble straight into Adrian's arms like a girl. Momentarily disgusted with himself, the random thoughts were purged from his mind by a crushing kiss.

Sprawled against the closed door, Draco watched Pucey kiss Potter, and tried to tell himself that the emotion welling up in his chest was not jealousy. I have absolutely no reason to be jealous, he reasoned. I was the one who interrupted their relationship. It didn't stop the creeping spike from twisting through him.

He watched calmly, displaying no outward emotions, as Pucey spun Potter around in his arms, clutching the slightly smaller boy against his chest with one arm while the other snaked down below the waist-line of his pants. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Draco watched the expressions flit across Potter's face as clearly as if he were reading words in a book. Surprise, followed almost immediately by an expression that could only be described by, "mmmm."

It was fascinating, watching Potter get aroused that way. He noticed how the green eyes were almost blacked out by the dilating pupils, and the lids fell to half mast over the expressive depths. His lips parted and he gasped as Pucey did something, unseen. It reminded him of something, and while he could feel himself hardening in his trousers at the sight, he had to think about it for a few moments.

Last night, he thought finally. Except that the night before, it had been Potter's hand moving out of sight in Pucey's slacks, and now Potter was on display for him. If only there weren't so many clothes in the way, he grouched silently.

While he'd been thinking, Pucey had rearranged them so that he was seated on a small sofa, with Potter sprawled obscenely in his lap. Draco moved a little closer, and noted that at some point, Pucey'd undone Potter's pants, leaving everything visible, from the dripping head of Potter's cock to the pale hand making its way agonizingly slowly from tip to base. Draco's mouth was completely dry, and he was tempted to take himself out of his pants, the scene before him was so arousing.

Potter, for his part, had thrown his head back against Pucey's shoulder, his mouth open wider now, and his fingers clutching at the cushions beneath them aimlessly. From the noises issuing from him, Draco assumed he was getting close. Pucey, with typical Slytherin tenderness, noticed this and withdrew his hand. Potter cried out at the loss, left at the brink of his orgasm, and tried to calm himself, his breath wrenching from him in shuddering gasps.
"Fuck," Draco murmured, and the look Potter shot him was almost pleading.

"Would you?" he asked, struggling to get off of Pucey's lap, and inadvertantly wiggling against him. It was so startling, that it took Draco a few moments to translate it. When it finally registered in his overloaded brain, his mouth dropped open.

He can't be serious, Draco argued with himself. He's hated me forever. This is just... just... But he'd never know what he'd been about to tell himself, as Potter chose that moment to divest himself of his clothing, and kneel before Draco's body.

"/God, please, Draco, fuck me?/" he whispered in Parseltongue, opening the clasps on the blonde's trousers and freeing his erection. Looking straight up at him, Potter took him deep into his mouth, sucking gently at first while he acclimized himself to the feeling.

"Fuck!" Draco nearly shouted, almost falling when Potter suddenly sucked him in as deep as he could go. Through hazy eyes, Draco watched Pucey reaching into his own pants at the sight of a nude Potter going down on Draco. He left Draco at the edge of his orgasm, and pulled away, licking his lips.

"/Now will you fu../ I mean, now will you fuck me, Draco?" Potter asked, gazing up at Draco through thick eyelashes.

"Suck him off at the same time, and I will," and Draco was almost horrified at the words coming out of his mouth, but he was so close and Potter was practically begging him! To his great surprise, Potter nodded, and was crawling the short distance to Pucey's spot on the couch, replacing the elder Slytherin's hand with his mouth, and presenting Draco with his ass, invitingly. A small tube appeared next to him, looking as though it had been there the whole time, and Draco scanned it. Lubrication that would tingle and heat up as it was used. Intriguing.

Popping the top off it, he applied it generously to his hardness, and then to the ring of muscle nestled between the curved globes of Potter's derriere.

Leaving off Pucey at the touches, Potter gasped first, and moaned second, arching his back at the feeling of Draco's fingers penetrating him. It shouldn't feel that good, Draco mused, but then the lube was magical in nature; maybe it dulled the pain. He didn't see himself bottoming any time soon, and decided that if it was good for them, it was good for him.

Pucey laced his fingers through Potter's hair as he continued the slow blow job, languishing in the heat curling through his body from the expert mouth wrapped around him. Every time Potter moaned, it sent pleasant vibrations through him from his toes to his hair, and every time Malfoy moved, Potter moaned. Adrian was quite pleased with the turn of events.

Almost without meaning to, Harry felt the hissing bubble up from deep inside him. He was babbling nonsense, but neither of the two boys with him understood, and he knew what it did to them, and didn't bother to stop it.

"/Oh gods oh fuck god yes Draco, please, please fuck me hard, let me taste your come and feel it dripping down my throat and out my ass. Fuck me so hard I won't walk away from this for hours brand me as yours FUCK i want you!/"

Draco's body tightened at the parseltongue interspersed with whimpers and moans from around Pucey's length. Without warning, he shoved his cock into Potter's ass roughly, earning himself another whimper. Pucey's eyes rolled up and his head fell back as Potter went to work at a serious blow job while Draco embeded himself deep in his body. Blindly, his hands found their way onto Potter's neglected member, stroking him wildly while pushing in and out of his body.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and then days. Years passed while they fucked it seemed, stretching into an eternity of nothing but overpowering pleasure coiling from the contact with Potter up through his entire body with every movement, and suddenly it was over; he was spurting come all over Potter's ass and legs, and Pucey was climaxing into Potter's mouth, and another jerk, and even Potter was spilling his seed against the floor. Breathing hard, the three of them relaxed, trying to catch their breath and wind down from the incredible experience. No one wanted to move and break the spell, but finally, Potter stirred, gathering his clothes, and casting various spells on himself to clean the jizz from his body.

"Same time, same place, next week?" he suggested, arching an eyebrow at the two Slytherins. They waved at him tiredly, agreeing, and he disappeared through the doorway.

"Parseltongue would get me off any day," Adrian Pucey finally said, and Draco nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly.

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FIN

I know, I know, I hinted at more chapters, but really, I think that this is it. Maybe something will be forthcoming, but look! An entire lemon scene! *distracts you from this being the end of the story* I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it ^_~ And thanks for sticking around to find out what happened.

This hasn't been beta'd yet as it's three in the morning and the Aki-Goddess is sleeping, but I'm sure she'll get to it quickly now that I've finally finished it. Thanks again for reading!

GOD this was a pain in the ass to update!! I hope you appreciate it! I know it's not the greatest smut-wise, but I'm still getting my feelers out for fanfiction smut. I'm used to RPing it, sorry. But it's there. FINALLY. *kicks AFF*