Voyeur

A/N: Well due to popular demand Voyeur has become a WIP. Enjoy chapter five.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You wonder where they are. It’s 9:30 and they were supposed to meet you a half hour ago. You all were supposed to study together. But neither Harry nor Hermione met up with you. You knew Hermione had a detention, but she usually was back within an hour. It’s funny to you to put usually, detention and Hermione in the same sentence. You’re not sure what’s going on, and quite sure you don’t want to know.

You decide to check their rooms. Hermione is the Head Girl, so she has her own room. And Harry’s nightmares had been coming on an almost nightly basis. It was keeping you, Dean, Seamus, and Neville up. So Harry was given his own room. Not that he seemed upset by it in the least. And hey, you were getting a full night’s sleep on a regular basis now.

You check Hermione’s room first. There’s no answer and the door is warded. You know that if she had returned from detention she would have found you, even if to say she was going to bed.

You get to Harry’s room and everything is silent. You try to open the door and find you have no problems as it’s completely unwarded. You quietly enter the deadly silent room. It’s pitch dark and you can hear breathing. It sounds like two people though. That’s funny, you think to yourself. You slowly maneuver your way through the dark room until you are standing over the bed.

There’s a faint glow of moonlight that you only noticed because your eyes had adjusted to the dark. The light is shimmering off of pale skin. Too pale to be Harry. Then you notice that Harry has his arm wrapped around the pale form. You can’t see the other person except for that moonlit bit, a shoulder. You lean over trying to see whom Harry could possibly be with.

You are not ready for what you discover. Harry is sleeping with Draco – naked. You let out a shriek that sounds much like a banshee. Harry and Draco both bolt upright, hitting you with their heads. Several “Ows” are expressed, everyone grabbing their heads in pain.

Harry is the first to speak, “Ron, what the bloody hell is the matter with you? Don’t you know how to knock?”

You scowl at him, your face turning red with anger and embarrassment. You snap back at him, “What’s the matter with you? Sleeping with Malfoy? I thought you had better taste.” You immediately regret the last statement.

“Better taste as in what, Ron?” Draco says, looking at you, daring you to say something horrible like that a blast-ended sk wou would be more tasteful. But you don’t say that.

“Nothing, Malfoy,” you say, then to Harry, “Do you know where Hermione is?”

“Check the potions classroom,” Harry and Draco say at the same time smirking at each other. Draco leans into Harry and whispers something in his ear. You strain to hear, but can’t.

You’re afraid to ask about the smirk and feel quite uncomfortable at the gleam that has entered the boys’ eyes. “Oh, umm… ok. I’m going to… umm… go… um get her,” You stutter, turning around, “Bye.”

“Ron, wait,” Harry says pleadingly. You turn back to face him. “I think Hermione is…”

“Very busy at the moment. She probably doesn’t want to be disturbed,” Draco pipes in. The two boys snicker. You are really feeling uncomfortable as Draco’s hand snakes around Harry’s back and reaches forward to tweak his nipple. You try not to notice as Harry elicits a slight moan. You try not to focus on the movement of Draco’s fingers. You try not to notice when Draco nibbles Harry’s ear. You are frozen in place. You can’t move your eyes off your friend and his – lover?

You know that they know you’re watching them. You almost think they’re doing this on purpose. Harry turns his face towards Draco’s leaning in and kissing him slowly and forcefully. Draco’s fingers are still worrying Harry’s nipples. Harry’s hand slides up into Draco’s hair, holding the other boy to him. You try to tear your eyes from them, but that only serves to bring forth the bigger picture. You can see their erections pressing against the sheet, the one that is barely covering their laps. The cleft of Harry’s arse peeking out at you. Your eyes snap back up to their faces, only to see that Draco is smirking at you.

That’s when you notice it. Your own erection is straining against your trousers. What? You’re not aroused. You can’t be. You like girls. So why is watching your best friend being intimate with your enemy, with Malfoy, turning you on. Draco whispers in Harry’s ear once again. You want to know what they’re saying. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted to know until you find yourself sitting on the bed next to Harry. It seems they were anticipating your joining them and had moved over a little.

Harry’s hand reaches up and strokes your cheek. You lean forward into his lips. His tongue flicks out and traces your lips, eliciting a slight gasp from you, enough to grant him entrance. You’re kissing Harry. He’s your best friend you keep telling yourself. You shouldn’t be doing this. You feel a cold breeze and realize you’re quite naked now. You try to pull away from Harry, but he grips you by your hair like he had done with Draco. His other hand still on your cheek.

Draco leans in and begins kissing Harry’s neck. His hand reaching down and – Oh Merlin – grasping your cock. You can’t help but moan. It’s too much. Too many sensations. Harry pulls away and you feel exposed. Draco is still stroking your cock and now he’s kissing you. Malfoy is kissing you. This can’t be righou’rou’re kissing him back. You open your eyes just to make sure this isn’t just some twisted dream. Draco lets out a gasp and you realize that Harry is going to town on Draco’s erection with his mouth.

Images of the three of you sucking each other off flash through your mind and you giggle. Draco pulls away, “What are you laughing at Weasel?”

“Nothing,” you say, “Just had a funny thought.”

“Like what?” said Harry pulling away from Draco’s cock. Draco takes not time in shoving Harry’s face back down to his lap. You tell the boys as Harry brings Draco to orgasm.

Draco chuckles at your admission, “I have something better in mind.” He begins stroking your chest and you relax into his ministrations. His mouth begins teasing your nipples, going back and forth between the two. He rolls you over so you are on top of him. You start grinding your hips with his. You feel something wet enter your arsehole and let out a yelp. You turn to face Harry and he pushes you back down and begins pumping his fingers in your arse. Soon his cock replaces his fingers. And it hurts. It hurts… dear Merlin it feels great. He waits for you to adjust to his cock before pulling you back. He is now sitting up against the headboard and you are in his lap, impaled on his cock. He begins rocking his hips and you follow his lead. He helps you lift up and down, gripping your hips.

Draco’s tongue begins teasing the head of your penis and you can’t help but moan. It f so so good. His mouth takes you all in and matches the rhythm that Harry has set. It isn’t long before you climax and send your load down Draco’s throat. He licks you cock clean as Harry thrusts slow down. You feel his seed filling you and you just don’t know what to think. Moments later you are curled between Harry and Draco under the sheets in post-coital bliss. You’ve never felt this good or this tired. Sleep would be good.