After Lights Out.

Author Note
I'm fairly sure that this isn't quite the chapter you were all expecting next!! This part of the story was only going to be a small part in a larger chapter containing Harry's debauchment by his roommates. However, it grew to such a length that it became a chapter in it's own right. So, apologise for making you wait. I promise that the next chapter will most definitely be Harry/Gryffindor boys, and I hope that this smut will tide you over.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed - I'm so pleased with the good response this has gotten. To all of you who mentioned it, I will definitely be using the plug idea at some point.

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“Fucking Potter,” Draco muttered to himself as he wandered the school’s hallways that evening. Since spying on the Gryffindor Golden Boy, and his Weasel, earlier that day, Draco had found himself in possession of a permanent erection.

Nothing he thought of would make it fade. Even the most revolting images he could imagine were quickly superimposed by a picture of Harry bloody Potter, cheeks flushed with arousal, lips parted, breath shallow, and pupils dilated to the extent that his eyes appeared almost black.

Loath as he was to admit it to himself, Draco had found the whole experience incredible arousing. Not just the visual stimulus, but listening to those words, the mental images that they conjured, and the barest thought of what might be happening in Gryffindor tower, right at that very moment.

It wasn’t even that, though, that really had Draco throbbing with need. It was some years back when he had finally, and unwillingly, acknowledged that Harry Potter was hot - something to do with that just-shagged look his messy hair implied, the way his eyes flashed vibrantly in anger, or those plump, rosy lips that Draco just longed to slide his cock between.

All his fantasies of having Potter had been consigned to the realm of the impossible, though. Potter was straight, undeniably so, Draco thought. And even if not, there was no way that the feisty Gryffindor would ever submit to a good, hard fucking.

To find out that he had been wrong, that Potter did like boys, and, not only did he bottom, but he was such an eager slut that he had agreed to being gang-banged by his roommates, all made Draco burn with anger.

Not because he thought these acts were depraved, but simply because he wasn’t the one getting to debauch the Golden Boy in every imaginable way, and that Potter’s deliciously submissive nature was being wasted on that bunch of Gryffindors.

Upon entering the Slytherin common room, Draco noted that it was fairly deserted, with most of the younger years already in bed, and only a smattering of older students. Of his own year mates, only Pansy was in residence, seated in one of the leather chairs by the fireplace. He made his way over and perched on the arm of her chair.

Pansy looked up, smiling. “What’s up?” she demanded upon seeing his scowl. “You’ve been in a foul mood all evening.”

“Fucking Potter,” Draco repeated.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “What did he do this time?”

Draco shifted his position, trying to reduce the pressure on his aching cock. “I snuck in the Gryffindor locker room after the match today.”

“He caught you at it?” Pansy guessed.

“No.” Draco shook his head. “But he was there. Him and the Weasel. They were shagging, Pans.”

“Fuck off,” Pansy snapped. “I’m not that gullible.”

“It’s the truth. The Weasel was rutting against Potter like an animal, and Potter…” Draco’s words trailed off as he recollected the image of the Boy Who Lived on his knees.

Pansy slid her hand slyly up her friend’s leg and lightly cupped his groin. “You’re hard,” she accused.

Draco batted her hand away angrily. “I won’t be for long if you keep that up.”

“Sorry,” Pansy said, not sounding it in the least. “But I just always knew you had a hard on for Potter. Was he hot?”

“Fuck yes. He’s even more of a slut than Blaise. I heard them planning for Potter to get banged tonight, by all of his roommates.”

Pansy licked her lips. “Merlin, that’s hot. What I wouldn’t give to see that. No wonder you’re stiff.” She grinned lasciviously at Draco. “Blaise is in your room. Maybe you should go work some of your frustration off on him?”

Draco paused thoughtfully, then shook his head. “No. But you could be a good girl, and nip in there and send him out to me.”

Pansy’s eyes widened in surprise. “In the common room?” she gasped.

“You have a problem with that?” Draco asked coolly.

Pansy shook her head quickly. “No. Not as long as I get to watch.”

Draco just laughed. “Pervert.”

“Takes one to know one,” Pansy bit back, already crossing the room in the direction of the boys’ dorm.

Bare minutes later, Blaise appeared. It seemed Pansy had quickly spread word of what was to happen, as the remainder of the 7th year Slytherins were close behind him.

“On your knees, Blaise,” Draco instructed, forgoing all pleasantries.

The dark skinned boy dropped to the floor instantly and crawled the remaining few yards. He knelt by Draco’s feet, gazing coyly at his friend through thick lashes.

Draco reached forward and ran his hand through Blaise’s thick, dark curls. “Good boy,” he praised. He then looked up in amusement at his other friends who were all standing around watching intently. All apart from Pansy, who was already seated in a nearby chair, her hand already sliding under her skirt.

“Sit down, if you’re stopping,” he instructed.

“You’re really gonna do him in here?” Crabbe questioned, a glint in his eyes.

Draco shrugged. “Why not. I’m sure our little slut won’t mind, will you, Blaise?”

“No.” The voice was breathy and Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at the excitement he could feel coming off his friend in waves.

“Can we have a go too?” Greg asked, lewdly grabbing his crotch.

“Of course,” Draco replied. “Once I’m finished with him.”

Satisfied with this, the remaining Slytherin boys sank down onto a nearby sofa. Millicent curled up on the floor by their feet, and Daphne squeezed into Pansy’s chair with her.

Draco slid down further in his chair. “Undo my trousers and take my cock out,” he instructed. “I want to feel that greedy mouth of yours on me.”

The sound of stifled gasps told the participants that they had garnered a few more spectators, but neither of them really cared. Draco, because he was quite the exhibitionist, and Blaise, well, Blaise didn’t care who watched as long as he was getting a cock up his arse.

With well-practised ease, Blaise unzipped Draco and freed his already purpling cock. Eyeing it with reverence, he lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive head, lapping at the seeping slit.

He then pressed the flat of his tongue to the underside of the thick shaft and licked from root to tip.

Draco groaned appreciatively, but leant forward slightly to tug on his friend’s hair. “Suck me now,” he growled. “And you’d better make sure I’m nice and wet, because I intend to fuck you soon, and that’s all the lube you’re getting.”

Blaise whimpered softly at these words, and the thought of the rough fucking that was to follow. He promptly wrapped his lips around Draco’s cock and took him eagerly into his mouth.

Watching his friend’s dark head bobbing up and down in his lap, fleshy lips stretched to accommodate his thick shaft, Draco couldn’t help but thrust upwards, burying his cock even deeper in Blaise’s mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Such a good cocksucker.”

Draco then allowed his eyes to rove over their assembled audience. Theo already had his cock out and was leisurely stroking it as he watched them. Vince and Greg seemed content to rub theirs through the fabric of their straining trousers.

Pansy, well, Draco reflected, she could always be relied upon to go one step further. She had already shed her panties, and had one leg hooked over the arm of her chair, spreading herself for anyone who cared to look. And as she met Draco’s gaze with a wink, he could see her slowly guiding Daphne’s hand to her bare cunt, pressing the other girl’s fingers between her glistening lips.

The last of the group was Millicent, who now appeared to be crouched on the floor, over Vince’s foot. Which, if her expression and soft moans were anything to go by, was performing some kind of deviant act under her skirt.

“Come on, Draco. We all want a turn on the slut,” Theo complained.

Draco scowled at the other boy, but the delicious suction being applied to his cock somewhat mellowed his mood. “Patience,” he chided. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and get his arse ready for me.”

Theo apparently didn’t need telling twice. He dropped to the floor behind his prostrate roommate and began roughly tugging his trousers off. He smirked approvingly at Blaise’s lack of underwear, and paused to admire the swell of his smooth buttocks.

“No fingers,” Draco gasped, bucking as he felt Blaise’s teeth lightly grazing his sensitive flesh. “I want him really tight tonight. Use your tongue.”

Blaise moaned around Draco’s cock in anticipation, causing vibrations of pleasure to tantalise Draco’s shaft.

“Don’t take too long,” he instructed Theo. “Much more of this and I’ll be shooting in his mouth.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” Theo smirked. “We all know how much our little slut loves to be overflowing with our cum.”

With that, Theo dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Blaise’s buttocks and spread them as wide as possible. He paused for a brief moment, relishing the sight of the dark, puckered hole, before he lowered his head and pressed the flat of his tongue to his friend’s entrance.

“Merlin, Draco! Fuck him already,” Pansy whined, her voice low and needy, as she bucked against Daphne’s hand. “I’m almost there.”

“Maybe you should have Daphne ease up on the finger fucking then,” he suggested coolly.

“You know it turns you on,” she teased.

“Hardly,” Draco answered shortly, before turning his attention to the slurping noises that Theo was making as he licked and sucked Blaise’s hole.

“That’ll do, Theo,” he said suddenly, burying his fingers in Blaise’s hair, tugging his head back to look him in the eyes.

“It’s time for your fucking, slut. Go bend over the arm of that chair, and display yourself for us.”

Blaise quickly scrambled to his feet and hurriedly bent over the arm of the indicated chair. Following Draco’s orders, he reached behind and spread his arse cheeks, revealing his dark, puckered opening that was currently drenched in Theo’s saliva.

Draco made a soft noise of approval and roughly thrust one of his fingers all the way into his slut’s arse. “You’re still so tight,” he commented, pulling his finger back out and causing a whimper of loss from his partner.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he said. “You’re about to get so much more.”

Draco took over the hold on his friend’s arse, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his buttocks as they were forced apart. Lining the head of his cock up at the glistening entrance, he growled, “beg for it.”

Vince and Greg had now also freed their cocks and were watching Blaise with a hunger that spoke volumes about their intent where he was concerned.

None of this seemed to bother the dark boy as he caught, and held, their lust-filled gazes as he answered Draco’s demand.

“Please fuck me,” he begged desperately. “I want your thick cock pounding hard into my tight arse. I want to feel your hot cum shooting deep inside me.”

Those words were all it took to persuade Draco to slam himself into Blaise until he was balls deep in the enticing heat of his friend’s greedy hole.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight.”

Blaise pushed back to meet each one of Draco’s punishing thrusts, and for a moment, the only sounds to be heard were the harsh slap of flesh on flesh, and the heavy breaths of the two boys and their audience.

“Fuck him harder,” Pansy instructed, as she pressed Daphne’s face to her dripping cunt.

“You want that, whore?” Draco grunted, yanking hard on Blaise’s hair. “You think you can handle more?”

Blaise nodded eagerly.

“Course he can,” Theo growled. “Fucking slut will take whatever we give him.”

Draco grinned at his friend. “Why don’t you come give him something to fill that pretty mouth of his?”

Needing no further encouragement, Theo knelt on the chair, facing Blaise, and fed his hard cock into his roommate’s eager mouth.

Sensing his impending release, Draco began to batter his slut’s hole with wild abandon, pushing him forward onto Theo’s cock with every thrust, forcing that hard shaft into his throat.

The gagging sounds that came from Blaise as he fought to accommodate having his throat violated in this fashion were the final straw for Draco. With one last brutal thrust, his fingers gripped painfully at Blaise’s hips, as he felt strong, greedy muscles gripping his cock, ripping his orgasm from him. With a loud groan, Draco began spurting his hot come, coating his friend’s anus with sticky warmth.

When he had regained his composure, Draco pulled out reluctantly and gave Blaise’s arse an almost affectionate spank. “You’re such a good whore,” he commented, as he watched his own seed dribble down dark thighs.

Blaise was unable to respond as Theo was, at that point, fucking his mouth with startling ferocity.

Draco tucked his spent cock back in his trousers and nodded to his friends. “Have at it boys. He’s all yours.” He paused for a moment and watched as Vince and Greg approached their submissive friend like Lions stalking their prey, before he turned away and headed to the dorm.

As he lay sprawled on his bed, Draco felt strangely empty. Normally, after using Blaise like that, it left him feeling contented. But not this time.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself, Draco knew what the reason for this was. And that reason was currently in Gryffindor tower, being gangbanged in much the same fashion as Blaise was.

Harry bastard Potter had even managed to ruin sex for him now. Which just made Draco even more determined to have a piece, if not all, of the Gryffindor Golden Boy.