The Hogwarts Masquerade Ball

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Just to remind, here's my disclaimer: I own a '98 Ford Windstar, and precious little else. Harry and Draco, and the whole Harry Potter enterprise do not belong to me.

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Grasping hands, Harry and Draco, stepped over the bodies, and out of the bathroom, tugging at clothes, and sighing.

Draco seethed, "We're going to the dungeons, damn it. If I don't have you soon, my cock is going to bloody well fall off."

Laughing, and stumbling behind the snarky Slytherin, Harry followed...holding his pants together with his free hand.

They fell three times, nearly four, navigating around corners and down narrow stairwells. Apparently, snogging and walking did not work well together. Draco found himself unable to tear his mouth away from that swollen, grinning mouth, however, and as they fell again, he silently blessed the gods that they were in front of the Slytherin portrait.

"Gryffindor Gits." A hiss at the portrait, and it swung open with a creak.

"Oh, now that's sweet."

"Do you seriously give a damn right now?"

"Presently, no."

"Bloody right."

Harry felt himself pushed backwards until his back hit a door, whooshing the air out of his chest. Before he could gasp in a breath of air, Draco's mouth seized his. It was hard, and rough, and absolutely wonderful. He felt his lip tear open, and shuddered. They
pulled back for a moment, eyes ripping into each other, both gasping for breath as though they'd been drowning.

With a turn of the handle, the door swept open and Harry fell backwards onto his ass. He could only watch for a stunned moment as Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room far enough to slam the door. He let go and grasped for his wand, whipping it out and towards the door, spitting out stunningly strong wards.

And dropped his wand with a clatter as he felt eager hands winding around his thigh, reaching for the buckles on his pistol belt. Harry smiled, more confident now, and went up onto his knees, placing his face against the ever growing heat in front of him. His eyes rolled up, searching out silver ones, and captured them. He winked.

He dared to wink. That bloody man winked. Of all the times to show- and oooooooh. That was stunning. The heat...the amazing heat was being pushed out of that lovely Gryffindor mouth, hitting his cock with a rocking force that knocked him down, onto the floor. His knees cracked on the floor, and he ignored it. Reached out with trembling hands to run over that golden chest, catching on those damned, shining hoops. His placed a hand on the tattoo on Harry's firm arm, practically felt it writhing beneath his questing fingers.

Harry heard a fierce pounding on the door, and recognized Snape's voice through a smoky haze. "Bloody hell, Draco."

"No." Draco muttered, pushing the dark haired man down onto his back. "We can either leave him out there yelling or we can let him in and I stun him, and he can watch for all I bloody care." He shivered uncontrollably as strong, tanned fingers grasped ahold of his billowing white shirt, already opened nearly to his waist. He heard the material rip, shred, and dragged his erection against Harry's. The burn of it, the absolute searing burn of it...bloody perfect.

Harry couldn't stop the breathless laugh, and raised up enough to nip at Draco's stomach, sucking the skin between his teeth.

A smug eyebrow raised up nearly to the hairline, and the blonde leaned forward, smirked. "What? We could always obliviate him, afterwards..."

Harry shook his head, rubbing his lips back and forth across the delicate skin of Draco's finely built torso. 'Well, wouldn't that make his Occlumency lessons fun?'

Ignoring the increasingly hoarse shouts, Draco raised up slightly and grasped Harry's opened trousers with both hands, shoving them down...peeling them down. Down those lovely, long legs. Oh dear Gods. Wasn't that just lovely? He reached down and curled his palm around the jutting arousal, teasing up and over the tip with a callused thumb.

When he raised his thumb to his lips and sucked off a pearly drop, Harry saw black spots dance around his eyes. 'Blessed Merlin, don't let me pass out now!' Reaching up, he tossed off Draco's adorably silly bandana, and dove into that silky platinum hair, moaning loudly. He scraped his fingernails lightly against the scalp and Draco's mouth dropped open, a whispy whimper escaping, and turning into a rumbling purr.

The bed was less than a foot away, and Harry motioned towards it with a jerky nod. Draco shook his head fiercly. "We're not moving. If I try to move right now, I'll break my damn legs or something more neccesary. Get comfortable, Potter. You're not going anywhere right now." His moistened thumb whispered down the crack of Harry's ass, and he let out a slightly inhuman growl as those glorious Seeker hips thrust upwards and into his own groin.

He felt his pants disappear, suddenly, and looked, shocked, down at the absurdly 'innocent' face below him. And gasped, when he realized his legs were smooth as a girls'.

"Harry!" His voice sqeaked. It actually sodding squeaked.

"Sorry." A chuckling whisper. "I just really wanted your legs bare. I suppose I should be a bit more thorough with my thoughts before I use them."

Incapable of even pretending annoyance, he shrugged, and rubbed his bare skin against Harry's, eliciting a delirious, hoarse gasp. "I suppose so. Or, use your hands. I rather like them, you know."

"Do you now?"

Another bloody sqeak! Oh, but those hands were divine! And the eyes, he couldn't resist placing a kiss on both eyelids before nipping at that panting mouth.

"Now, hold on, love. I'm going to take you to new places."

"You are?" A flip, and a stunned Draco Malfoy was laying, breathless, on his back. "Perhaps, it's you who'd better hold on." He looked down, and *gulp* 'Oh dear heavens and stars, look at that!' Immersed in gulps, he barely noticed as Draco pushed him off, only to jump right back onto him, a pleased smile teasing his lips, and sparking his eyes. Oh, Merlin, wasn't that just amazing. Who would have guessed?



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Hope you liked this! >:-) LOL. Sorry it was a bit shorter than the other two, but I promise...the next one will be much longer (ahem), and full of lusty goodness. Please, let me know what you think. I thrive on response! Oh, and p.s. you'll get to find out that Draco has a little 'adornment' of his own, and where!