How Slytherins Thank Their Heroes

Author Note: Sorry for taking ages to get this chapter up. I completely lost my muse for this chapter. However, she is back now, and is even more perverted than ever. Or maybe that's just me?!?! Anyway, enjoy.

It was another two weeks before Harry returned to the Room of Requirement. Just as he had convinced himself that it had been a one-off, and resigned himself to a return to wanking - not that he didn’t have some hot memories to wank to now - he had received an Owl from Malfoy at breakfast.

Potter,

Same place as last time.
I have another Slytherin who
wants to thank you.

Malfoy.

It was with some trepidation that he made his way up to the seventh floor on that Friday evening. From what he had learnt of Malfoy over the years, Harry just knew that the Slytherin boy would be going all out to shock him, and would definitely want to top their last encounter. Just what he could possibly have in mind, Harry didn’t know. But his cock was already hard just thinking about it.

Like last time, the door was already visible to the Room when he reached it. Reaching out one clammy hand, he grasped the handle and pushed the door open. His jaw almost hit the floor when he looked inside the room.

The room had taken the same shape as last time, but that was where the similarity ended. There was no scantily clad Pansy Parkinson, only Blaise Zabini, naked and on all fours, with Malfoy pounding into his arse so hard that the Italian boy’s body shuffled forward on the rug with each thrust.

A large part of Harry’s brain was screaming for him to run for it, to leave the room and never look back. But another part of him, certainly the loudest part, was urging him forward.

“Potter,” Malfoy panted. “There you are. I didn’t think you were coming.”

Without realising, Harry walked closer to the other two boys, his eyes fixed on the spot where Malfoy’s cock was burying itself in Zabini’s impossibly tight hole. “Sorry, I couldn’t get away from Ron and Hermione.”

“Merlin’s sake, Potter. Don’t talk about those two while I’m fucking. That’s the quickest way to make me soft, and Blaise here wouldn’t like that, would you?” Malfoy finished the sentence with a resounding slap to Zabini’s olive-toned buttocks.

“Don’t just stand there watching, Potter. Get your clothes off and come over here. Blaise is an excellent cock-sucker; I can highly recommend him.”

Harry dragged his eyes up to meet Malfoy’s grey ones. “I didn’t know that you were...”

“Queer?” Malfoy supplied. “I prefer to think of myself as bi. Keeps my options open. You don’t seem exactly turned off by it yourself, Potter.”

That gave Harry pause for thought; he had never considered his sexuality, always just assuming he was straight. But the tightness in his trousers certainly seemed to indicate otherwise. And there was a glint of challenge in Malfoy’s eyes, which Harry had never been able to back down from.

He tore his eyes away from the blond’s piercing stare and looked down at the other boy. Harry had never really paid that much attention to Slytherins, other than Malfoy, but he couldn’t help but wonder how he had never noticed Zabini before.

His bronzed skin shone with a sheen of sweat, glistening in the light from the dancing fire. His thick, dark curls fell in tendrils around his striking face, with high cheekbones and full, fleshy lips. And those eyes, those deep, dark pools of lust that were raking over Harry’s body.

As he watched the tip of Zabini’s tongue flick out to moisten his lips, Harry knew there was no way he could walk away from this. He was incredibly aroused and wanted nothing more than to feed his throbbing cock into that inviting mouth.

As Harry’s hands began to quickly divest himself of his clothing, he raised his eyes to look at Malfoy, who met his gaze and held it, even as he continued to thrust into the willing boy between them. The blond buried himself to the hilt and then stilled his movements. He reached forward and buried his fingers in his friend’s dark hair, tugging his head backwards.

Harry smirked at Malfoy and then sank quickly to his knees, his erection bobbing just in front of Zabini’s mouth. He took hold of his erection and began to tease the other boy with it, running the slippery head over his lips, smearing his pre-cum over his tanned cheeks.

Remembering what Malfoy had done to Pansy during their last encounter, Harry couldn’t resist the temptation to slap the length of his cock lightly on both sides of Zabini’s face.

“You want this?” he murmured huskily, still inwardly stunned by how much he wanted to feel this boy’s lips on his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Zabini gasped, as Malfoy resumed his punishing thrusts.

Harry seized the opportunity and began to feed his erection into the other boy’s mouth, releasing a soft moan of pleasure as he felt the wet heat encircle his flesh. His fingers replaced Malfoy’s, burying themselves in Zabini’s dark locks, tugging his head up, allowing him to slowly fuck the other boy’s eager mouth.

“That’s it, Blaise,” Malfoy encouraged, dragging his nails lightly down his friend’s back. “Show Potter how nice you can be.

Blaise, apparently, didn’t need telling twice. His lips wrapped snugly around Harry’s length, his tongue working in earnest, both teasing and tormenting the sensitive flesh that was filling his mouth

Suddenly it didn’t matter to Harry that this was another boy sucking him. All that existed for him in that moment was his cock and the warm, willing mouth that was servicing it.

He looked down at Zabini, watched as the other boy’s cheeks hollowed with the effort to swallow him, lips swollen and stretched to accommodate Harry’s cock. Chocolate brown eyes looked up at him through a haze of lust, and Harry felt what little self-control he had left, slipping away.

Harry’s grip tightened on Zabini’s hair, tugging his head up and holding it firmly in place as he began to speed up his thrusts. He could feel the other boy swallowing around his cock, taking him in deeper, and was unable to stifle a loud groan.

Malfoy let out a throaty chuckle. “He’s good, isn’t he, Potter?”

“Fuck, yes,” Harry replied, pumping faster into that wet heat. “Better than Pansy.”

Malfoy laughed again. “You wait till you try his arse. Pussy is good, but there’s nothing like the feel of a hot, tight arse pulsing round your cock. And Blaise is such an obliging little bottom; he just loves a good, hard fucking.”

Harry looked from Malfoy, down to Zabini. As he watched his cock disappearing into the ‘O’ of Zabini’s lips, Harry couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like if that were his arse. Never in his seventeen years had he ever considered the possibility of anal sex, but now, it would take wild horses to stop him from pounding Zabini’s eager little hole.

Malfoy gave several particularly forceful thrusts, jabbing his cock deep into his friend, then his movements stilled. Harry tore his eyes away from Zabini, and watched, entranced by the look of sheer bliss on Malfoy’s face as he came deep in the other boy.

Malfoy gazed over at Harry through heavy, lidded eyes, and a lazy, sated smile on his face. He slowly withdrew his now spent cock and moved back from his friend’s body.

“Your turn, Potter. I’ve left him nice and lubricated for you.”