Naughty Boy (or He Couldn't Help It)

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, so don’t sue me.

SUMMARY: Oneshot. What’s a boy to do when he finds himself the prisoner of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley? Have mind-blowing, life changing sex, that’s what.

PAIRINGS: HP/DM/RW. Yeah I know. Wow.

WARNINGS!! M/M, M/M/M, bond, HJ, Oral, Rim, slight WAFF, PWP, D/s, slight fetish, language, graphic lemon, a light spank, voyeurism, slight angst, and MAYBE a whip. Later. I don't know yet. CONTAINS HOT BOY ON BOY SEX!! IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING THEN PRESS THE BACKSPACE BUTTON NOW!!

A/N: Sorry it's a bit short. This installment is going to be split in two. I thought I ought to give you guys a bone[r], so-to-speak. *snicker*

And thanks so much for all of your great reviews! Especially Starrose17! I’m so glad you like my story! And yes your video inspired that! Wild, huh?

All right, on with the show…

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Draco spent the next three days nervously pondering his night with Potter and Weasley. He still didn’t quite get what had happened. Those two were supposed to hate him! And what was with Weasley anyway?

“…maybe next time I’ll get a piece of this arse to myself…”

Draco shivered at the memory of Weasley’s hand connecting with his bum playfully. He wasn’t sure if he could resist those two if they tried to…“punish” him again. He wasn’t even sure if Weasley would be involved in the first place. It seemed to him that his and Harry’s relationship was over now that he was involved. But every now and then Draco would spy them gazing at each other longingly or holding hands.

As he sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall eating breakfast the Post Owls flew in through the windows of the enchanted ceiling. He was sort of expecting the black raven that landed in front of him and holding out is clawed foot, shaking it irritably. Attached to the foot was a missive written on black parchment.

“Who sent you I wonder?” said Draco dryly, knowing perfectly well who it was.

The morning after his romp with the Gryffindors, Draco woke to soft light streaming through a window. He struggled for a minute to figure out where he was before the memories of the night before came rushing back to him. The room he was in wasn’t familiar to him at all, and Draco had guessed that Potter and Weasley had used the come and go room; the Room of Requirements. The room had provided a window with the perfect view to the grounds. But it wasn’t the view of the grounds that Draco was fascinated with. It was the view of Potter in nothing but his boxer briefs (in, Draco’s opinion, a very dashing color of green) leaning against the frame and gazing out of the widow created by the room.

The Slytherin swung his legs over the edge of the bed and wrapped the sheet around his waist as he softly padding his way over to the window. Draco was sure Potter would turn around and things would go back to the way were. He would glare at him and tell him that everything was a joke. But Draco was pleasantly surprised that, as the sound of the rustling sheet and bare feet on the floor reached Potter’s ears, he turned and smiled softly at him. His arms had been crossed over his chest, but soon were beckoning Draco over, open wide and welcoming.

Draco tucked the sheet in at the hip so as to secure it and took Potter--no!--Harry at his offer and cuddled in his arms at the window. It was uncharacteristic of him to be this lovable, but he didn’t think anymore of it as Harry pointed out at the grounds and they watched the sun rise slowly into the air.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Harry next to Draco’s temple. He simply nodded. As much as he was enjoying his time next to the Gryffindor, he was still doubtful that this was real. He was afraid that at any moment Harry would whisper in his ear that he didn’t really love him and that Ron was the only one he ever loved.

Harry sensed Draco’s distance, so-to-speak, and pulled away to get a better look at Draco’s face. He seemed forlorn; worried.

“Draco? What’s the matter?” he asked quietly, not wanting to startle the Slytherin. He was sure to be jumpy and paranoid. Harry could sense that too, for some reason.

“What?” Draco jumped at the sudden question, but recovered and shook his head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine--”

“Something’s wrong. You…are you having…doubts?” Draco couldn’t believe how perceptive Harry was. Surely…he couldn’t be that good of a Legilimens? Perhaps Harry was just good at reading people…

“I…er…well I was wondering…well I thought you loved Weasley. He said he was so in love with you and you just…I just…what part do I play in all of this?” he asked slowly, as Harry listened. He was patient and let Draco get it all out, knowing perfectly well were he was going with all the stammering and unease. “What if Weasley burst through that door and proclaimed his love, true and undying, to you and wished to banish me from your mind? What would you do then?” he asked dramatically.

“That’s mad, you know that? Of course I love Ron. How could I not? And yes he probably is in love with me, but I…I don’t know if I…I mean he’s my best mate! And yeah, I thought I was in love with him a few weeks ago, but…I couldn’t tell until I…until I knew for sure that what I felt for you was--”

“Wait. How long have you been in love with me?” Draco interrupted, then continued, “If you are in love with me--”

“I said I was in love with you, didn’t I?! Last night! Twice! Why do you keep questioning that?!” Harry shouted suddenly

“I--” Draco pulled away a little, afraid that everything was going very wrong.

“Have I ever lied to you?! Ever?!” Draco shook his head no. It was true that even when they were arguing or fighting in the past, he was sure Harry hadn’t ever been dishonest in anything he’d ever said. He’d always been brutally honest, if anything!

“No…”

“Then why--”

“Because! What else am I supposed to think? One minute you hate me, and the next I’m being ‘punished’ for being too sexy, then the next after that I’m being buggered by you and your saying you love me! How am I supposed act?!” he repeated harshly, angry that the Gryffindor was being this way. He took a deep breath and was about to rant on when he was pulled in close again and Harry slanted his mouth across the blonde’s to quiet him.

Draco struggle only slightly, and soon enough he was sagged against Harry and melting into the embrace. The kiss wasn’t harsh or rough, put passionate and Draco was sure he’d fall in love. Or maybe he already had? He couldn’t tell. All he wanted was for Harry to keep kissing him until the need for oxygen caused his lungs to burn.

There it was. That didn’t take long, did it…

Harry pulled away slowly, unwilling to completely free Draco from him. Draco didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes and they fluttered open (which made Harry’s heart flutter in response) to see his raven-haired lover staring at him with apprehension written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered. “I just…you’re not the only one who’s confused. I can’t even get my own thoughts straight about this, and I…” Harry turned his eyes away, not wanting Draco to see his unease. He didn’t understand it, himself, how he went from hating the blonde to longing after him. “Look. I haven’t forgotten what you did for me--”

Draco’s blood ran cold for a second as he replied, “I didn’t do anything for you.”

“During the war? Yeah. You did. You might not have done it for me, but the outcome was all the same. You saved my life with the information you gave the Order, and I think that’s when I was finally over what you’d done…in the past. You saved me and in my mind you’d redeemed yourself. I think that’s when I started keeping my eye on you. But…well never mind. Just know that when I say I love you I mean it! Don’t you keep questioning me--”

“All right, Potter. You’re jabbering now. You’re cuter when your mouth is shut,” Draco teased.

Harry let out a playful growl and kissed Draco again, this time short and chaste just on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry about Ron. Despite his outward domineering behavior I’ve found he’s actually a very beautiful bottom. When he said he’d wanted a piece of your arse he really meant he wanted your cock up his arse. He would shag you if you asked him, but I’d bet he’d rather be shagged by you.”

Draco could only blink in astonishment. The thought of shagging Weasley sounded almost appealing. And the thought of the proud Weasel submitting to him only made it all the more appealing. He could just see the red head spread out beneath him, or better yet, on his hands and knees like a whore. ‘Oh Merlin! That’s too hot! Why isn’t Weasley here? I’m so turned on!’ he thought wickedly.

Harry saw the lusty look on the blonde’s face and knew very well what the blonde was thinking.

“Listen,” he said snapping Draco from his lusty reverie, “I want to see you again.”

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. “You do?”

“Of course!” laughed Harry and he planted a chaste kiss on the other corner of Draco’s mouth. “I’ll send you a missive. It’ll be on black parchment and sent by a raven--”

“A raven? Why?”

“I don’t want anyone to see Hedwig sending you notes. It’ll look suspicious.” Draco was confused. Didn’t he just say he was in love with him? Was he embarrassed now? He was going to let into him, but Harry continued, “I think keeping this on the low is the best course, Draco. My friends will be a little more forgiving, but yours might not be.”

Draco felt a pang of guilt. Harry loved him. He said so. And he was only looking out for him. He was right. The other Slytherins wouldn’t be happy that Draco had let himself be abducted and… well that wasn’t any of their business! He nodded his head and they resumed enjoying the sunrise.

Draco was jerked from his internal musing by the raven which cawed loudly and was waiting for him to open the letter. It was probably waiting for a reply. Certainly Harry didn’t expect him to reply now! He looked up to the Gryffindor table slightly and his eyes landed on his two abductors. They had their heads together conspiratorially and watching him with interest. Draco pointed to the raven and mouthed, “It won’t leave.” Draco thought he saw Harry mouth, “Just open it” and so he did. As soon as he did the raven took flight. He opened the missive as much as he could without the others around him peaking over his shoulder. They wouldn’t dare anyway. They knew he would hex them for it.

Draco’s eyes scanned the parchment and the words that were written in a shiny silver ink. His eyes widened at the invitation.


Dearest Draco,

Merlin we miss you! Yes I said we. I know we’ve been rather busy, and so have you. N.E.W.T.S. are rubbish! We want to see you. We want to feel your smooth, alabaster skin next to ours! Please say you can give up a few hours of study time for us!

Meet us in the Room of Requirement at 9 pm tonight!

Missing you,
Harry and Ron

P.S. If it’s a yes look up and nod. If not incinerate this missive and we’ll drop it.


Draco’s heart pounded in his chest. He looked around again to see that no one was peaking. Everyone was ignoring him for once. Good. He looked back down and read the letter again. They wanted to see him again. Even Weasley! He licked his lips and worried his bottom lip as he looked back up at them. They were waiting on baited breath. His cock twitched slightly at the thought of them needing him. At slight smile graced his lip and he nodded slightly. He folded the black missive and stuffed it into his tote bag.

Smiles graced their faces and Draco wondered why he couldn’t have been friends with those two from the beginning.

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Harry and Ron entered the R.O.R. at eight o’clock to get everything ready. It didn’t take long. They wanted to do something different. Harry had his little fantasy, and now they wanted Draco to have one of his own fulfilled. They planned to let Draco change the room to his liking.

Ron insisted that he wanted to come. He knew that things were gonna get complicated, and he knew that Harry was gonna have to choose one of them. Ron would only share for so long before he would go out and find someone for himself, even if he did love Harry.

Harry checked the time and realized that they had forty five minutes until Draco was expected. He sat nervously at the edge of the bed. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It wasn’t like this was the first time he’d been with Ron, or Draco for that matter. But the thought of being with these two gorgeous gents sent his libido into hyper drive. That was it. He was just horny.

And needy.

As Ron sat down next him Harry looked at him apprehensively. Surely they wouldn’t just sit there silently until nine? Ron smiled shyly at Harry and shifted uncomfortably, looking up at him through his lashes. Lust stirred in the pit of Harry’s stomach and he had the sudden urge to cross the distance to the red head and snog him bloody silly. Just as he was about to make a move, Ron crashed his lips to Harry’s.

Harry let out a surprised gasp and then a groan of satisfaction as Ron’s tongue slipped in passed lips and teeth. It was sloppy and wet and hot and Harry felt his cock jump at the feel of it. It’d been at least a week since Harry had any time with just Ron, and suddenly he had the urge to hump Ron into the mattress.

“Oh Merlin, Harry. I--uhn!--yeah. Like that. So bloody go-umpf!”

Harry attached his mouth to Ron’s again after being dislodged. Ron liked to talk dirty, and so did Harry, but sometimes he just wanted Ron to shut up. Harry deftly flipped them over, Ron now being underneath him, ground his hips against Ron’s and felt the red head tremble as a surge of pleasure no doubt riffled through him. Harry moaned against his mouth, then moved away to trace the line of Ron’s jaw and up to his ear breathing hotly next to it as he sensually humped the red head into a frenzy.

This was Harry’s favorite part. Driving Ron mad with passion by merely frotting against him. He idly wished Draco was there so he could join in the fun. Ron let out a mighty wail as Harry jerked against him roughly.

“Ah! Ron! Oh Gods, baby, cum,” Harry panted harshly, sliding his hand down between bodies’ to help them along. He grasped Ron’s cock through the newly acquired leather pants. He paid no mind to the pants as he jerked Ron for a short time before he gave up and humped against him again with vigor.

“Oh shit! Harry! Fuck yes, oh Merlin, oh Gods, oh shitshitshit!” Ron cried out hoarsely as he came. His back was arched off the bed and a leg was curled around the back of one of Harry’s thighs.

Harry lost all composure at Ron’s spectacular release and had one of his own, cumming hot and sticky in his pants. He fell boneless on his lover with a grunt, sated but still ready for more. He knew he was gonna have a long night.

Just as the two Gryffindors were ready to get up and clean up before Draco go there, they froze at the sound of a throat clearing.

DUN DUN DUN! TBC!

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A/N: Sorry for the evil cliffe! Don’t worry the next part should be out very soon. I hope. Please Review! I'm needy for feed back. Geez it seems everytime I try to write a one shot it turns into a WIP!!! Good grief...