The Hogwarts Masquerade Ball

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"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?

Draco glanced down to the other place that held all of Harry's awed attention. Those intruiging, freshly green eyes were wide and dark and glassy. A wry grin lit Draco's face, and he shuddered as Harry's very warm hand reached out to touch...curious and pleased.

"It's a mark of birth, love," he murmured, a hand resting on Harry's. He jerked under the almost too-light ministrations.

"A birthmark, Draco?" Harry teased, his voice tumultuous, his touch deliberate now, and seductive. "Only YOU, Draco, could be born sexy."

His fingers traced the wonderous design. Flames started just below his navel and roared slyly down to his (now) very hard cock. The flames wrapped around, down to the swollen head like a sinuous vine. As he grew, filling with richly hot blood, the flames came alive...writhing and glowing white-blue at the edges. Harry could not resist giving it a firm stroke, a smile skipping onto his lips, glossy and red.

Draco tossed his head back, shining platinum glinting in the sparce light. "Oh, I don't know, Harry; you appear to be faring well enough in the sex appeal department." His breathing was becoming thicker and harsher, speaking nearly impossible. He fought to keep his eyes open, not wanting to look away from what he wanted most, and had feared he'd never attain. His chest felt constricted, nearly painful in it's tightness.

Harry chuckled, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, catching inky black strands of silky hair on his skin. They lay across his brow, shining, and showcasing a remarkable compliment against the pale gold of his face. His face seemed a harmony of treasures to Draco, onyx and rosy, flushed gold, emerald and pearl.

"So...flames, eh, 'Dragon'?"

Draco nodded shakily, stealing a drop from Harry's equally hard cock, pressing his moistened fingers against Harry's entrance, grinning widely at Harry's quaking gasp as he pressed a finger inside to search out that lovely scream-inducing spot. The look of sheer tortured pleasure on that astonishly beautiful face shot straight to his groin, and he heard a gasping moan escape his own aristocratic mouth.

Harry could not fight the impulse to press hard against that truly amazing hand, nor did he find that he wanted to.

A disgusted wail came from outside the door, and uneven footfalls faded away to the anguished yell, "Not POTTER! My. Gods. NOOOOOOOOO!" The voice was unmistakeable in it's low, gravelly timbre.

Silver eyes met emerald ones, a happenstance becoming commonplace quickly, and enjoyed by both parties. An amused snicker filtered out into the air, until it became a uncontrollable, breathless laughter.

Draco arched a brow, the laughter dying down as he felt a searingly hot hand grasp his thigh, nails scratching just hard enough to leave thin red lines as the hand moved upwards to tease and torment. To cup, and slide, loving and incredible.

Harry did not take his eyes away from the sultry Slytherin, and found himself grinning, albeit shakily. "What places did you have in mind?"

His mind was foggy, his thoughts thick and jumbled. 'How many hands did he bloody have?' he wondered, careless as to who heard his hilting groans. "What. Place. What?" He leaned forward, his chest brushing up against Harry's, pebbled nipples feeling warm flesh and sending raging torrents down his spine.

The green eyed young man shook his head softly, pushing Draco up enough to reach up, to let his black hair rub against the petal pink nipples in front of his face before nipping at them with strong, white teeth. "You said you'd take me places, Draco. Don't tell me you're going to back out of your promise." He hissed out a breath as he felt another finger join the one currently forcing the air out of his lungs with every crooked push.

Draco forced his cloudy mind to work, sighed, pleased and aching. "I thought you said-"

"I changed my bloody mind, Draco." He smirked, quite a Slytherin look, in fact, and whispered, "Pillage me, love."

The short, gasping breath of laughter, gusted down on Harry...teasing the sticky strands. "Aaaargh."

Harry's stuttering chuckle cut of as he felt a third finger inside him, stretching and sliding, and a broken scream echoed around the room. No amusement in the eyes now, only passion, unrelenting lust. "Damn it, Draco, no longer. We've been put off enough this evening."

Draco lined himself up against Harry's opening, and thrust inward, a low growl rippling through his throat. The heat...the unbelievable closeness. His arms, his legs, his neck...shaking, as he waited, blood roaring through his head, for Harry's to nod.

Full. Complete. Completely and totally right. Not alone. Never again alone. Harry's head tossed back and forth, hair tangling in the back...tiny pricks of pain only making it more real. "Draco."

His name, cherished and open, was a gift, and he heard it again throughout his head as he captured that open, panting mouth.

Neither concerned with the increasing noise outside the door, neither even really aware. Lights flashed underneath the door, over and over, and Harry could only watch the changing colors flicker across Draco's gorgeous face. The lights moving faster, as Draco's thrusts increased, as well, and as he smiled down at him, Harry felt his entire soul seem to explode, heat racing down his body...stars bursting in front of his open eyes.

He felt him come, as much as saw it. Those stunning green eyes were glowing, and Draco felt the warmth from them, the need, and it pushed him over the edge, until he collapsed, trembling and content on that lovely, 'adorned' chest, his fingers shakily playing with shining hoops.

Harry weakly lifted a finger to conjure a blanket, and they rolled to their sides, hands exploring bodies. Not the end, but just the beginning; this WOULD not end. Neither would allow it, and Harry could only weakly chuckle as Draco let out an "ooomph," as he reached underneath himself to pull out his pistol strap.

"I wonder if I could use these to tie you up, hmm?"

Harry grinned impishly, "You could certainly try. Don't let me stop you."

He was just getting the strap on when the door flew open in a burst of brilliant blue light.

"Mr. Malfoy! Oh, dear Gods!" Severus Snape looked in at the two extremely satisfied men, in the process of some bondage ritual, for all appearances, and stepped back, tripping over the (again) fainting body of one Ronald Weasley, and proceeded to knock his head quite firmly on the stone floor.

"Finally, he shut up!"

"Here, here!"

"I'm surprised you could even hear him over all that bloody moaning!"

"Wicked!" 'Oh Gods, the twins!' Harry thought, shaking his head slightly, amused.

The students in the open doorway, argued back and forth, occasionally craning their necks as the oblivious pair laying on the floor merely smirked, and continued their 'discovering'.

Blaise Zabini pushed through the crowd and waggled his brows, a wide mischievious smile on his lips. "Ahoy there, mates. Room for one more? Ouch!"

Hermione Granger tried for a frown, but merely got out a grin, "I think they're got enough on their 'decks' as it is, Zabini."

"Quite right, mate." Draco drawled, as he stretched out a lazy foot and kicked the door shut. "Bloody nosy bodies." He dragged a sultry hand slowly down Harry's stomach, his eyes lighting up at the quiver that marked his body. His eyes sought out Harry's, and quirked, confused, at the stunned light that ran through them.

Harry shot up straight, his entire body tense, and turned his terrified face to his lover, "Oh shit! I totally forgot-"


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Morgan