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XDD I can't stay away! I saw the word 'it' in a fanfic, and that's what spawned the first part. Then my friend Aki pointed it out about the cookies being special, and I had to write another part - which I originally intended to be similar to the first chapter, only with the gryffindors. *sweatdrop* Apparantly my muses decided otherwise without telling me. This is dedicated to thrnbrooke, who, despite protestations, I firmly believe lives tucked under the Search link. Also to Daft Fear who still make me giggle when I read "Excuse me, muggleborn??" in the review ^__~ ALSO to Graballz, who left me the best review I've ever gotten!! I know exactly what you mean about chapter 66!! O-o
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It had been just over a month since they'd begun meeting secretly - or not so secretly, as Hermione knew - in the Room of Requirement, and they'd done as much talking as they had fucking. The meetings had been cut back to once a week, however, as neither had much time with Quidditch and homework piling up.
Harry was in the Room, making sure it was set up for the coming night. Draco had promised a surprise, and that Harry might not like it, but considering the things they'd done with and to eachother in the time since Draco'd baked cookies that first time, he was still surprised that there was anything Draco thought he might not like. Harry'd promised a surprise of his own, and grinned thinking about it.
Draco was due to arrive in fifteen minutes, and Harry was just completing the final preparations of the room. Instead of black, everything was draped in green, a tribute to Draco's Slytherin roots. They'd never discussed changing the colours of anything from black, but Harry knew that not only was green the Slytherin colour, it was Draco's favourite. It wasn't as overwhelming as the black had been; just a few touches here and there, where Draco was sure to notice, like the bed.
Harry settled himself in to wait, idly playing his hands down his body. He was already semi-erect just thinking about what was to transpire that night, and with his own hands stroking and pinching he was fully hard in no time. He gave the clock a glance. Five minutes. Draco was nothing if not punctual, and would arrive precisely on time, even if he'd been standing at the door for five minutes. Harry wrapped a hand around his erection and started stroking lightly. He found the vibrator - the one they'd used when Hermione followed Harry to the room - and enlarged it a bit. Big enough to be felt, small enough that Draco wouldn't notice immediately. The next day they had double Potions together, and Harry had devised a new game, one he intended to win. Putting some lube onto the vibrator took only a few seconds, and Harry thrust it into his body, turning it on and casting a silencing charm on it. He sat up, and gasped as the thing changed positions inside him. Ignoring it, he shifted a little and started stroking himself again.
Draco walked in and nearly melted into a puddle at the sight of his almost-boyfriend ready on the bed, touching himself. "Oh, MERLIN, Harry!" Harry grinned at him, and Draco threw his clothes off so fast he might have spelled them away. Before they'd even hit the floor he was on Harry, kissing him and pressing him down into the bed. Harry gasped more than usual - it took some time for him to get really vocal - and Draco replaced Harry's hand with his own. "How long have you been doing this?" He asked, noting Harry's uncharacteristic twitching.
"Just a f...few minutes," Harry breathed. Draco felt his hand being pushed down a bit, and got the hint, preparing his fingers to fuck Harry with them, when he found something already there.
"You minx," Draco laughed, pulling the vibrator out and thrusting it back in a few times until Harry came with Draco's name on his lips. "I brought someone here who said they wanted to watch," Draco whispered, and Harry blinked over his shoulder, finally realizing that Pansy Parkinson was seated in one of the chairs, her mouth open and her skirt flipped up. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and she made no effort to hide the fact that she'd been fingering herself.
"Don't stop on my account," she said, with a sly smile, and Harry felt himself getting hard again.
"You knew," he whispered. "You remembered." One of the things they'd talked about was Harry's secret passion to be watched.
"I remembered," Draco repeated, and slid his fingers into Harry's body. Vibrators were all well and good, but nothing beat an actual body in contact with his, Harry mused. Then he realized that Draco hadn't taken the vibrator out of his body, just turned it off, and when it burst into life again he groaned, arching his body.
"Draco.." he gasped out. "I have a game for tomorrow. Loser is the winners slave for a week." Draco fingered Harry's prostate gently, stroking him with his free hand.
"I'm game," he said. "What are the rules?"
"Vibrator in class," Harry murmured. "Same size, same speed, have to deal with it all class without anyone getting suspicious."
Draco's eyes widened in delight. "Harry you can be positively Slytherin at times!" He pulled away from Harry, and then replaced the vibrator with his own cock.
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The next morning, Harry was up earlier than usual. He'd agreed to meet Draco in the Room before class so they could set their game into motion. Draco's last game had been sex in the Quidditch stands while Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw, under the teachers seats.
He found Draco already there, putting lubrication on the plastic toys. "These are muggle devices?" he asked, holding one up. Harry's mouth went dry and he nodded.
"Yes, as far as I know," he said, removing his clothes. Draco grinned at him.
"Muggles need more credit than I've been giving them," he said, and wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry was surprised; Draco usually didn't hug him, but when he felt the toy being pushed into his ass, he understood. A quick spell to make sure it wouldn't fall out, and Draco turned it on. Harry's legs felt like he'd been hit with a jelly-legs jinx, and he was beginning to regret his game. How was he going to make it back to Gryffindor Tower, and then to the dungeons for Potions? Not to mention the rules, which said no one could know. His potions were going to be atrocious today, and he had a niggling suspicion that Draco was going to cheat somehow.
Treating Draco to the same, he watched grey eyes roll up and Draco nearly hit the ground. "Such a good plan," he whispered, grinning at Harry. They dressed themselves, and Harry made his way back to the Tower for his robes and book. Walking back left him gasping and nearly bent double, as his every step caused the toy to move in a different way inside him, brushing his prostate one second and away the next. The only thing making it bearable was the knowledge of the fact that Draco had farther to walk to get to the dungeons. By the time he made it to class he was flushed and panting, but aside from a few nervous questions from Hermione and a brazen smirk from Parkinson, no one paid him much mind.
Draco stumbled in a few moments later, looking disheveled. Snape was clearly in no mood for anything from anyone.
"Why are you late, Mr Malfoy?" he snapped at the Slytherin. Draco shrugged.
"No reason," he said, but Harry felt the smile on his face. He exchanged a look with Parkinson, who flashed him a discreet thumbs up. Harry watched Draco walk stiffly to his seat and shudder slightly as he sat down. For a while, he was able to concentrate, and wasn't doing to bad as he copied notes from Snape as he spoke. He was careful to pay attention, however, until motion from Draco drew his attention to the wand tucked under Draco's arm. It moved slightly, and Harry felt the vibrator grow.
That little punk. I knew he'd cheat! Harry wasted no time in setting Draco's to heat up and throb, and was rewarded and Draco fell forward on his desk.
"MR MALFOY!" Snape snapped at him, and Draco sat up straighter, shivering again.
"Sorry, sir, it won't happen again!" Draco sounded a bit breathless, and Harry felt the vibrator enlarge again. The timing was terrible, because moments later, Snape had them getting up to collect potions ingredients from the cabinets. Harry took a deep breath, trying to control his breathing, and stood. He passed Draco, who gave him a smirk, and the speed on the vibrator went up. Harry tripped over his feet at the sudden surprise, and it took him a long moment to get up.
"DETENTION!" Snape roared, sick of the interruptions to his class. Draco twitched as he stood up, and Harry tripped him discreetly. "FOR BOTH OF YOU," the irate Potions master amended. The rest of class passed relatively smoothly, despite the fact that Harry was hard enough to come in his pants, and Draco didn't seem to be faring much better. When class was over, Harry jerked his head towards the door, and they left together, much to the consternation of everyone who saw them, save Hermione and Pansy, who looked horrified and amused, respectively.
By the time they got back to the Room of Requirement, Harry didn't waste any time just jumping Draco, pinning him to the door and kissing him frantically. Draco moaned, and stripped Harry, undoing the spell and taking the vibrator out. Harry repeated the process on Draco, who pushed the dark haired teen onto the bed. "I thought I was going to explode," Draco murmured, grabbing a bottle of lube that hadn't been there a moment before. What he did next however, was surprising to Harry, who was usually on the bottom of their encounters. He stroked the lubrication onto Harry's cock, and sat on it, causing them both to moan in unison. Rocking slightly, Harry realized that Draco still had all the control, and the stimulation of Draco's body around his erection after spending all morning with a piece of plastic pressed against his prostate was too much. They both came quickly.
"Who won?" Draco said later.
"You did," Harry whispered. "Even though you cheated."
"You loved it," Draco said, nuzzling him.
"I did," Harry agreed, wrapping his arms around Draco. He'd come to the realization that he was slowly falling for the devious blond, and decided to keep it his little secret for a while longer.
-fin-
I'm not sure where these are coming from XDD Please review!
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It had been just over a month since they'd begun meeting secretly - or not so secretly, as Hermione knew - in the Room of Requirement, and they'd done as much talking as they had fucking. The meetings had been cut back to once a week, however, as neither had much time with Quidditch and homework piling up.
Harry was in the Room, making sure it was set up for the coming night. Draco had promised a surprise, and that Harry might not like it, but considering the things they'd done with and to eachother in the time since Draco'd baked cookies that first time, he was still surprised that there was anything Draco thought he might not like. Harry'd promised a surprise of his own, and grinned thinking about it.
Draco was due to arrive in fifteen minutes, and Harry was just completing the final preparations of the room. Instead of black, everything was draped in green, a tribute to Draco's Slytherin roots. They'd never discussed changing the colours of anything from black, but Harry knew that not only was green the Slytherin colour, it was Draco's favourite. It wasn't as overwhelming as the black had been; just a few touches here and there, where Draco was sure to notice, like the bed.
Harry settled himself in to wait, idly playing his hands down his body. He was already semi-erect just thinking about what was to transpire that night, and with his own hands stroking and pinching he was fully hard in no time. He gave the clock a glance. Five minutes. Draco was nothing if not punctual, and would arrive precisely on time, even if he'd been standing at the door for five minutes. Harry wrapped a hand around his erection and started stroking lightly. He found the vibrator - the one they'd used when Hermione followed Harry to the room - and enlarged it a bit. Big enough to be felt, small enough that Draco wouldn't notice immediately. The next day they had double Potions together, and Harry had devised a new game, one he intended to win. Putting some lube onto the vibrator took only a few seconds, and Harry thrust it into his body, turning it on and casting a silencing charm on it. He sat up, and gasped as the thing changed positions inside him. Ignoring it, he shifted a little and started stroking himself again.
Draco walked in and nearly melted into a puddle at the sight of his almost-boyfriend ready on the bed, touching himself. "Oh, MERLIN, Harry!" Harry grinned at him, and Draco threw his clothes off so fast he might have spelled them away. Before they'd even hit the floor he was on Harry, kissing him and pressing him down into the bed. Harry gasped more than usual - it took some time for him to get really vocal - and Draco replaced Harry's hand with his own. "How long have you been doing this?" He asked, noting Harry's uncharacteristic twitching.
"Just a f...few minutes," Harry breathed. Draco felt his hand being pushed down a bit, and got the hint, preparing his fingers to fuck Harry with them, when he found something already there.
"You minx," Draco laughed, pulling the vibrator out and thrusting it back in a few times until Harry came with Draco's name on his lips. "I brought someone here who said they wanted to watch," Draco whispered, and Harry blinked over his shoulder, finally realizing that Pansy Parkinson was seated in one of the chairs, her mouth open and her skirt flipped up. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and she made no effort to hide the fact that she'd been fingering herself.
"Don't stop on my account," she said, with a sly smile, and Harry felt himself getting hard again.
"You knew," he whispered. "You remembered." One of the things they'd talked about was Harry's secret passion to be watched.
"I remembered," Draco repeated, and slid his fingers into Harry's body. Vibrators were all well and good, but nothing beat an actual body in contact with his, Harry mused. Then he realized that Draco hadn't taken the vibrator out of his body, just turned it off, and when it burst into life again he groaned, arching his body.
"Draco.." he gasped out. "I have a game for tomorrow. Loser is the winners slave for a week." Draco fingered Harry's prostate gently, stroking him with his free hand.
"I'm game," he said. "What are the rules?"
"Vibrator in class," Harry murmured. "Same size, same speed, have to deal with it all class without anyone getting suspicious."
Draco's eyes widened in delight. "Harry you can be positively Slytherin at times!" He pulled away from Harry, and then replaced the vibrator with his own cock.
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The next morning, Harry was up earlier than usual. He'd agreed to meet Draco in the Room before class so they could set their game into motion. Draco's last game had been sex in the Quidditch stands while Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw, under the teachers seats.
He found Draco already there, putting lubrication on the plastic toys. "These are muggle devices?" he asked, holding one up. Harry's mouth went dry and he nodded.
"Yes, as far as I know," he said, removing his clothes. Draco grinned at him.
"Muggles need more credit than I've been giving them," he said, and wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry was surprised; Draco usually didn't hug him, but when he felt the toy being pushed into his ass, he understood. A quick spell to make sure it wouldn't fall out, and Draco turned it on. Harry's legs felt like he'd been hit with a jelly-legs jinx, and he was beginning to regret his game. How was he going to make it back to Gryffindor Tower, and then to the dungeons for Potions? Not to mention the rules, which said no one could know. His potions were going to be atrocious today, and he had a niggling suspicion that Draco was going to cheat somehow.
Treating Draco to the same, he watched grey eyes roll up and Draco nearly hit the ground. "Such a good plan," he whispered, grinning at Harry. They dressed themselves, and Harry made his way back to the Tower for his robes and book. Walking back left him gasping and nearly bent double, as his every step caused the toy to move in a different way inside him, brushing his prostate one second and away the next. The only thing making it bearable was the knowledge of the fact that Draco had farther to walk to get to the dungeons. By the time he made it to class he was flushed and panting, but aside from a few nervous questions from Hermione and a brazen smirk from Parkinson, no one paid him much mind.
Draco stumbled in a few moments later, looking disheveled. Snape was clearly in no mood for anything from anyone.
"Why are you late, Mr Malfoy?" he snapped at the Slytherin. Draco shrugged.
"No reason," he said, but Harry felt the smile on his face. He exchanged a look with Parkinson, who flashed him a discreet thumbs up. Harry watched Draco walk stiffly to his seat and shudder slightly as he sat down. For a while, he was able to concentrate, and wasn't doing to bad as he copied notes from Snape as he spoke. He was careful to pay attention, however, until motion from Draco drew his attention to the wand tucked under Draco's arm. It moved slightly, and Harry felt the vibrator grow.
That little punk. I knew he'd cheat! Harry wasted no time in setting Draco's to heat up and throb, and was rewarded and Draco fell forward on his desk.
"MR MALFOY!" Snape snapped at him, and Draco sat up straighter, shivering again.
"Sorry, sir, it won't happen again!" Draco sounded a bit breathless, and Harry felt the vibrator enlarge again. The timing was terrible, because moments later, Snape had them getting up to collect potions ingredients from the cabinets. Harry took a deep breath, trying to control his breathing, and stood. He passed Draco, who gave him a smirk, and the speed on the vibrator went up. Harry tripped over his feet at the sudden surprise, and it took him a long moment to get up.
"DETENTION!" Snape roared, sick of the interruptions to his class. Draco twitched as he stood up, and Harry tripped him discreetly. "FOR BOTH OF YOU," the irate Potions master amended. The rest of class passed relatively smoothly, despite the fact that Harry was hard enough to come in his pants, and Draco didn't seem to be faring much better. When class was over, Harry jerked his head towards the door, and they left together, much to the consternation of everyone who saw them, save Hermione and Pansy, who looked horrified and amused, respectively.
By the time they got back to the Room of Requirement, Harry didn't waste any time just jumping Draco, pinning him to the door and kissing him frantically. Draco moaned, and stripped Harry, undoing the spell and taking the vibrator out. Harry repeated the process on Draco, who pushed the dark haired teen onto the bed. "I thought I was going to explode," Draco murmured, grabbing a bottle of lube that hadn't been there a moment before. What he did next however, was surprising to Harry, who was usually on the bottom of their encounters. He stroked the lubrication onto Harry's cock, and sat on it, causing them both to moan in unison. Rocking slightly, Harry realized that Draco still had all the control, and the stimulation of Draco's body around his erection after spending all morning with a piece of plastic pressed against his prostate was too much. They both came quickly.
"Who won?" Draco said later.
"You did," Harry whispered. "Even though you cheated."
"You loved it," Draco said, nuzzling him.
"I did," Harry agreed, wrapping his arms around Draco. He'd come to the realization that he was slowly falling for the devious blond, and decided to keep it his little secret for a while longer.
-fin-
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