Voyeur

A/N: Yet another chapter... and I think I am going to expand it to 15 chapters. I already havepterpters 7-10 planned out and some partially written. This is turning into so much more than planned. Also if you enjoy this please check out my other story Taught to Wed, if you haven\'t already. A big thanks to all who have reviewed so far: Tegan, WendyNat, Christy, Ira, GnomishKrunchies, Jenny, Lizski, AprilGrey and Frulie. Keep the reviews coming.

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You awake to the Weasel’s gentle breathing, his chest rising and lowering with each breath under your arm. Youer ter thought this would happen, at least not like this. You knew he was interested though. The way he would just gaze at Harry in the Great Hall at meals. The way he would nervously turn his head slightly to catch glimpses of Harry in class. You knew all along. Why else would you have suggested this to Harry last night?

You weren’t surprised he went along with it either. He had mentioned the idea to you many times, but he was convinced Ron would never go along with it. He was also worried what would happen afterwards. Whether it would tear apart his and Ron’s relationship, whether it would tear apart your relationship with him.

You spent hours reassuring him that it would be fine. That the three of you could make a relationship work. That if he wanted to sleep with Ron alone it was fine, so long as you could sleep with Ron alone, too. That it had to be equal on all sides. That there would be no room for jealousy.

He finally agreed and then you had the best sex ever. Funny that it was last night you had the discussion. Funny that afterwards you watched Granger and Professor Snape. Funny that when you fell asleep in Harry’s arms it was Ron to wake you. Funny that now you were at the point Harry could begin to freak out.

You crawl over the sleeping mass that is the Weasel. Harry is still asleep. His arm glued to the spot under Ron’s head. You straddle him just right so you’re not touching him. Don’t want to wake him just yet. He’s so beautiful when he sleeps. Hell, he always looks like he’s asleep. His hair rumpled like he just got done having mind blowing sex or had a rough nights sleep. Well that usually was the case. It used to bother you, but now you love it. Especially when you are the cause of his rumpled hair.

He lets out a strong odorous breath. Yuck. And you were about to kiss him. You realize your breath probably is just as gross. You reach for your wand and cast breath freshening charms on yourself, Harry and the Weasel. The charm is honestly not worth its weight in toothbrushes, but it will work.

You set your hands down to either side of Harry’s head, your knees resting to either side of his hips. You slowly lower yourself until there are mere inches between your body and his. With control and grace you manage to completely straddle him, cock-to-cock, mouth-to-mouth, without waking him. It is only upon your tongue flicking at his lips that he wakes up.

You can feel his smile forming beneath your lips. His eyes retaining the lazy look of sleep. He kisses you back, but only briefly. He pulls away just enough to whisper a good morning. You whisper back to him, “Good morning, love.” He grins even more before pulling your mouth back to his.

Soon your kisses are trailing down his body. Stopping to nibble the stivetive spots along his torso. He lets out a soft moan. You gently probe his belly button with your tongue. It seems to be his well-hidden hot spot as you feel his cock grow hard under your chin. You tell him how dirty he is for finding that arousing. He tells you how dirty you are for checking there in the first place. You grin impishly up at him before continuing your trail down his body.

He moans again, louder this time as you tease the head of his cock with your tongue. You slowly begin tracing circles around the tip before running your tongue down the underside of his shaft. You slowly suck one testicle and then the other into your mouth and he groans your name. You feel the Weasel stir, but looking over you see that he’s still asleep. After a moment you release him from your mouth and begin tracing your way to his entrance. You run your tongue around it before plunging in fully.

Harry is writhing above you and you have to reach your hands to his hips to steady him, so that he doesn’t hit the Weasel. You realize you’re going to have to stop calling him the Weasel. Nah, you’ll just throw in Ron more often. Harry is calling out your name as you continue to explore him with your tongue.

When you pull away he moans in defeat. “More, Draco,” he says. You look indignantly at him before spitting on your hand. You rub your spit on your cock and push towards his entrance. Harry’s legs spread wider for you and you enter him quickly. He lets out a painful groan and grips your arms, his nails digging into your biceps. You hiss.

You begin pounding into him with an intensity that you have never felt before. He is screaming your name and you are screaming his. The Weasel has woken up and is watching. Bewilderment spelled across his face. You can hear him breathing deeply despite the noises Harry and you are making.

Your hand snakes down and begins jerking Harry off to the same intense rhythm that you are pounding into his arse. His voice joins the rhythm saying, “Oh, Draco. More. Yes. Draco.” Over andr agr again each syllable matching a stroke. You feel him clench around you as he spills himself onto your hand and his stomach. One more thrust and you join him in post orgasmic bliss.

“I have to leave,” you say. He looks hurt. You remind him that you have breakfast in an hour and that a shower is in order. He nods and you kiss him. Then whispering into his earesidesides, the Weasel is up now. You might want to help him with that.” He looks over at his red haired friend and can’t help but chuckle. “Yes, he is most definitely UP,” he says. Ron blushes and you lean over to give him a good morning kiss.

“I’ll see you later,” you call over your shoulder as you leave the room, wearing your school robe and nothing else. There are too many other clothes strewn about to find yours at the moment.

“Later,” they both call back as you close the door, casting another silencing charm. You make your way back to the dungeons. As you pass Snape’s quarters you hear him and Granger speaking. Granger sounds worried. You can’t resist the temptation to reassure her, so you knock on the door.