The (Hogwarts) Voice!

Harry woke the next day, his body lose and pliant after his after-curfew rendezvous with the silver voiced Slytherin. Getting up and dressed, Harry mused over the performances. He was fairly certain he and Draco would make the cut, and Blaise. The others, it was a tossup. He shrugged into his robe and descended Gryffindor tower, breakfast the only thing on his mind then.

*~*~*

Hermione noticed the prowling walk of her best friend and blinked. She knew he snuck out last night, but didn't feel like pressing. She also noticed the way Draco snapped his attention to Harry as he entered. Normally that wouldn't be anything unusual, but Hermione distinctly saw those odd eyes of his darken and intensify. A frown marred her pretty visage, turning to face Harry as he sat.

"Where were you last night?" Hermione asked low enough to not carry. A satisfied smile slowly crept across his face.

"I had to take care of something." He replied, purring.

Hermione looked abashed.

"Would that something have anything to do with why Malfoy is looking over here like he's ready to shag you senseless?" She accused, in her roundabout way.

"It would be safe to assume that, yes." Harry answered slowly, a lecherous smile taking place of the satisfied one.

"Oh Harry, you didn't..."

Harry was fairly certain Hermione had worked out his sexuality. He just didn't know if she could keep her bloody opinions and advice to herself. Not many had cottoned on to the fact, and Harry wanted to spill the secret at large on his terms for once.

"Shag him? Definitely not in the sense you're talking about." Harry refuted, picking up his fork and digging into his eggs, stalling any further answers he may have given.

There was a rustle of chairs at the front of the room and McGonagall stood for an announcement.

"Students. Tonight is the first eliminations of the contest. One student from each house will be removed from further rounds. Tomorrow is the battle round, where the remaining four contestants will choose a partner and sing against the other pair, each using their own song. They will be judged as a pair, and not independently. This is to further instill unity among the two warring houses, as each battling pair must be made up of a Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Harry was quite sure he heard a disgruntled grumble coming from the vicinity of the youngest Weasley.

"The results, as well as a recap of the auditions, will commence tonight one hour after dinner concludes. Good day."

*~*~*

Surprisingly, Harry had very little trouble with keeping admirers away that day. He went to classes, enjoyed his free periods (discretely watching Draco, of course) and ate with his friends, laughing at things they hadn't had the stomach for since the war. Harry plopped down next to Seamus and Dean, shouldering the Irish boy goodnaturedly, quipping "good luck mate!" With a dazzling smile. The crowd settled down to silence as McGonagall stood, flicking her wand towards a blank section of the wall. A milky film spread over the stones, making it look like someone just spilled whitewash over them. A moment later sounds came echoing into the chamber, and Harry heard swoons again as his body moved and slid across the stage. He smirked slightly, knowing he pulled off the image flawlessly.

The others followed, mutters and a few smart remarks coming from the recap of Draco's performance. He was utterly brilliant. And it left him with a dull ache that he fervently hoped would be eased tonight. After a short burst of applause, McGonagall vanished the film and turned back to the students.

"Yes, yes. Well done, students. After a long conference with professor Slughorn, he and I decided that the first Slytherin elimination, while delightful to watch, didn't quite measure up..." She said, and Harry wondered if anyone else caught the strained, forced smile before she plowed on. "Would be Miss Parkinson." She stated.

"Well!" Came an affronted huff from the Slytherin side. McGonagall inclined her head slightly and spoke again.

"The first Gryffindor elimination, again while lovely to listen to, was not quite up to snuff... is Seamus Finnegan."

Harry heard a disappointed sigh next to him and Harry threw his arm around the bloke.

"Cheer up, you'd still get a pass on a N.E.W.T!"

"Perhaps I should have dressed like a walking hardon and crooned like a sex god, then I'd have won." He threw back, but with a humored smile. It was common knowledge that Seamus was a twink. The table roared with laughter and Harry chuckled to himself.

*~*~*

Harry was about to creep out the portrait to meet Draco in the staff room when he heard an irritated huff. Whirling around, he saw a wand in mid air tap, and Hermione slowly shimmered into visibility.

"Harry..." She said softly, shaking get head.

"Don't start on me now...I have a date." Harry warned.

"A date? A date is going to the village for a walk or having a bite somewhere alone, NOT sneaking out to meet a Death Eater for a shag, Harry."

"I don't need to hear it, Hermione. The war's over. I did what I needed to do. Now I'm going to do what I WANT to do. And that happens to be a certain Slytherin who was FORCED to take the mark, under penalty of death for himself and his family. So stuff it."

"I just...we lost a lot, Harry. I don't want to lose you too."

"He's not going to murder me, Hermione. Just swallow my damn prick." And with that, he left.

*~*~*

Harry was almost certain he beat the blonde to the room, but as soon as he entered he was forcefully tugged inside and slammed against the closing door with a resounding thud. A dark chuckle echoed with the dying sound of the door slamming before the cause of that chuckle pressed hungrily to the brunettes lips. Harry leisurely wound his arms around the narrow waist of Draco, pushing himself into the kiss hard enough to force Draco to break it, gasping.

"What-" he started but the lecherous grin Harry shot him effectively silenced the blonde.

"I think you'd look devastatingly hott if you were looking up at me right now, with that sarcastic mouth of yours too full to speak..." Harry prompted, green eyes glittering. And as if to prove his point, he pressed his hips into Draco, confirming he was achingly hard for a warm and wet embrace. Draco slowly grinned, lopsided and wry.

"Malfoys don't kneel to anyone." He said in a dangerous tone.

"This one will. And to me only."

"What is my reward for such an honour?" He retorted slightly bitter. Harry leaned close and whispered against Draco's ear, making him shiver.

"All of me."

Draco dropped to his knees, hands working furiously to unclasp the pants that so rudely imprisoned Harry's bulging manhood. Once free he stilled suddenly, then swayed slightly. Harry refrained from chuckling because he knew what the problem was.

"You expect me to swallow that monster?" He croaked, looking up at the brunette, who was gazing down at him with burning gemstones.

"I'm willing to give you years to figure out how." He replied, voice husky with lust. Bright grey eyes widened and stared longingly.

"Years?"

"A lifetime. I'd give you more but I'm afraid that even this Saviour is mortal." Harry said, a wry smile playing on his lips.

It slid from his face however, because the most exquisite heat enveloped his head and he groaned loudly as a wet tongue swiped over the slit. Draco pressed against the firm flesh with his tongue, sliding over the head in rapid laps, humming lightly as Harry threaded his fingers through the baby fine hair. Harry jerked at the vibration and cried out hoarsly.

"Oh Merlin, do that again!"

Draco acquiesced to the request, dipping down the shaft further before humming again, running his tongue along the thick vein in sure, deliberate strokes. Harry's hand tightened in Draco's hair but instead of fending off the hurtful hand he let it heighten his arousal, pushing more of Harry's prick into his mouth. Harry took a chance and looked down and became captivated by the sight of his immodestly endowed prick half disappearing into a stretched and tight mouth. Heat coiled in his belly again, and he pumped slowly, in need of even more delicious friction. When Draco nearly gagged he withdrew some, sliding his hand from the hair to rub his thumb against a pale cheek.

"Sorry, Draco..." He sighed, then groaned loudly again when he felt teeth scraping along his engorged member. 'Dear Merlin if he does that again, I'm done for...'. Merlin must have conferred privately with Draco because he repeated it and the Saviour indeed, lost it with great, pulsing throbs. And to Draco's credit, not one drop was spilled. The blonde pulled away, a superior Malfoy smirk in place for bringing the Hero to a state of jellied flesh. Harry slowly sank to the floor, dizzy and heady with release. Draco pounced on his chance.

"Hey, what-!" Harry yelped when he was pulled forward and maneuvered onto his knees and hands.

"Draco..." He started, flushed.

"You said I'd have all of you. Well, I've had your lips. I've had your prick. Now I'm about to have your arse, Harry." Draco said calmly, touching his wand and murmuring a spell while one hand finished pulling the open denims from around the brunettes hips. Harry hissed as something cold and wet was slicked over his virginal entrance.

"Have you...before?" Harry gasped out.

"This? Yes. The suck off? No. Have I ever been in your place now...no." He admitted then slid a well lubed finger into Harry, who cried out softly at the intrusion.

"Draco...I haven't." Harry gasped again.

"An honour for me then." He replied, no trace of the early bitterness left in his voice. A second finger joined the first and brushed over the holy grail of sensitive nerve bundles. Harry screamed as liquid fire raced through body, then let out a low moan of expletives, rocking back onto those lovely fingers. Draco decided it was enough wait and prep and freed himself with a deft flick of his wrist. He removed his fingers and used a repeat of the earlier spell to coat his throbbing length. He placed a wet hand on Harry's back, positioning himself at Harry's entrance; or exit, depending on what side of the line you stood.

"This will hurt at first. And it'll be quick because I'm harder than I've been in a long while, Harry. Just...try not to wake the castle, yeah?" He forced out in calm tones before hilting completely into the tight, unused hole.  Draco's warnings were prudent. It did hurt. At first. And once Draco moved and found his prostate, he COULD have woken the castle, had Draco not cursed and reached for his wand, throwing up a strong silencing ward before Harry's voice could bring down unwelcome attention.

Secretly he was pleased beyond coherentness, knowing he had Harry on his knees, taking him in deep and hard like a two knutt bint, moaning and rocking onto him with abandon. Draco gasped, thrown over the edge in his painful arousal and spilling into the tight, velvet confines just as Harry released a second time, a surprise to the Gryffindor because he was too enthralled with being filled to notice himself swelling again. Harry's arms gave out and he collapsed, Draco landing with him, still half ensconced  within the panting body.

"That was..." Harry started, voice weak.

"Bloody brilliant." Draco answered, just as spent.

They laid there for long moments before stirring, wands flicking to clean the messes of any trace that they were there. Harry stood, looking deliciously shagged and sated before he jerked his head up and grinned at the blonde.

"Same time. Same place. Tomorrow." He chanted, sweeping passed the enthralled Slytherin and out the door.

*~*~*

Harry knew she'd be there. And he knew she'd be miffed. Some things changed. But some things didn't. There was thirty seconds of silence after Harry shut the portrait before a low, angry hiss emitted from the peeved girl.

"I hope it was worth it, Harry James Potter."

Harry sat and winced slightly, staring into the dying embers of the fire with a glazed look of pure rapturous enamourment.

"It was brilliant."