Yin and Yang

Okay... sorry for taking so long. I don’t have as much time to write as I’d like. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a life. I just hope this chapter is up to standard. I don’t want quality to slip.
There’s more slash here... and more D/H/S. What the Hell- it’s 50 % sex any way. If that doesn’t seem like much, I apologize, but we must have some story...

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Chapter vii
Draco opened his eyes slowly and listened to the rhythmic breathing of his bedmates. A candle lit, illuminating the immediate area, and the two bodies lying next to him. This was the first time Harry had spent the whole night with him. He was still lying on his back, one arm flung over his eyes, presumably to block out the candle light. Storm had rolled over and her arm was around Harry’s neck. Draco placed a kiss by Harry’s ear, then bit the lobe. The dark haired boy pushed him away, mumbling drowsily. Completely undeterred, Draco felt under the blankets for Harry’s cock, giving a satisfied laugh when a few quick strokes brought it to a fully erect state.
An uninhibited groan, then. “What time is it?”
Draco’s finger across his lips. “Sssshh.” Replaced by warm lips. “Not important.”
“No.” Harry removed Storm’s arm from across his neck and kissed her fingers. She stayed asleep. He watched her briefly, thinking how innocent she looked in slumber... how young. He wondered if he looked young and innocent when he was asleep. Did Draco? He looked back at the blond boy, who so resembled an angel. Those eyes were his downfall, they were knowing. His affluent, sybaritic lifestyle and upbringing had destroyed any innocence that had once been there. So, when he was asleep and those beautiful eyes were closed, he probably still looked innocent. One of these days he’d find out.
Another kiss, deeper this time, tongues meeting and caressing. Draco pulled away, looking into glazed emerald eyes. “You think way too much.”
“Some would say not enough.” Harry laughed softly. “Especially now...”
“It’s enough... no complications...” Draco sucked on Harry’s neck, listening to his breathing change as their hands stroked each other’s bodies, lingering on sensitive spots, teasing mercilessly. He reached into the bedside cabinet drawer for the tube of lubricant.
Moments later, Harry felt the cold gel and slippery fingers at his entrance. He groaned as one finger penetrated, exhaled with a hiss as the second joined the first, carefully stretching the tight passage.
“Ssssshhh... “ Draco indicated the still sleeping girl next to them. “Unless you’d like an audience.”
The thought of Storm watching the proceedings... and perhaps joining in again, only served to further arouse Harry. “Who cares? It’s all good.” But he made a quick mental note to try and stay quiet. He knew Draco liked it when he was loud. He bucked his hips and had to bite his tongue not to cry out when Draco’s fingers rubbed his prostate.
The blonde laughed softly and bringing Harry’s legs around his hips, positioned himself. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet now.” He inched into the other boy slowly... teasingly... the way he knew he’d get a verbal response.
Draco’s hands on Harry’s hips stopped him from speeding things up. “C’mon Draco...” A soft gasp as Draco thrust a bit harder. “Stop playing... goddamnit...” A low moan “... fuck me.”
“Okay.” And Draco’s grunt as he pushed further into Harry coincided with Harry’s strangled cry. Draco smiled smugly. He loved eliciting sounds from his lover... especially with the risk of other people discovering them. Although he knew that Harry didn’t care if Storm woke up, and neither did he, their fucking still held that forbidden quality- the risk of discovery. He began moving within Harry, shallow thrusts, becoming deeper- both the boys becoming more vocal. They’d both forgotten Storm was there.
She woke slowly, the boys’ voices bringing her to awareness. God, she hated being woken up. Couldn’t they go elsewhere, somewhere more private? Then she remembered they were all in Draco’s bed. There was nowhere more private. She rolled over to face the copulating pair, easily one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen.
Draco’s eyes caught hers and he smiled at the lust in them, which perfectly mirrored his own. She looked away from Draco’s gaze to the look of rapture on Harry’s face, his eyes closed and lips parted invitingly. Storm’s finger traced the moist lips, only to be replaced by her tongue and mouth when that received no response. His arms went around her, drawing her close, holding her tightly and he returned the kiss, tongues tasting, duelling for dominance. Her hand slid down his body, wrapping around his cock... long fingernails scratching softly, cold fingertips brushing over the head. Within seconds her hand stroking Harry’s cock matched Draco’s rm, am, and he gave a sensual moan, completely giving himself over to the two Slytherins.
Storm wondered exactly what Draco felt for Harry. Whether they were just experimenting or the feelings were real. Or did he just find it amusing to fuck the one person that could destroy the Dark Side, to be able to get this close to the person that the most powerful wizard of all time wanted to kill, but couldn’t. Because Voldemort couldn’t get anywhere near Harry Potter. But his daughter and the son of one of his favourite Death Eaters could. Storm weighed up the power that she and Draco held. They had Harry... and she wanted to play with him some more. She didn’t think they’d be relinquishing their play- mate just yet, if ever...
A feral groan brought her out of her reverie. She glanced at Draco. His eyes were closed as he pushed deeper into the dark haired boy. “Come for me Harry...” His voice was strained, rough with passion.
Storm’s hand worked faster. “And me...” She whispered against his lips, claiming them again, feeling his shout as he came, into her hand and across their bodies. Draco’s hips jerked forward into Harry one last time as he gave a triumphant shout and climaxed, relaxing and falling onto the boy beneath him. Storm slid her arm out from between the sweaty bodies and, after wiping her hand on the sheets, kissed Draco. “We must do this again sometime.”
He opened one eye and peered at her, smiling weakly. “Yeah. Perhaps invite Granger next time...”
Harry’s eyes opened to narrow slits. He was amused at the way they made a fantastic night and morning of sex sound like a friendly dinner party. Then his mind snapped into gear. Invite Hermione! “Oh God. Don’t even think about it. That goes beyond the realms of possibility.”
Storm slid off the bed and made her way to Draco’s bathroom, where she managed to have an uninterrupted shower. She pondered the question of how Harry and Hermione had actually managed to stay together. No, not so much how as why. She wouldn’t give him sex on a school nigor gor give him head at all. She dressed so conservatively, even her underwear, and it didn’t sound like she was open to experimentation. Poor Harry. At least he had Draco and her... and- what was her name?- Oh yeah. Ginny. Well, she’d get rid of that one quickly. It didn’t look like she had much to offer Harry either.
She dressed and jumped on the bed, rousing the boys from their light slumber. A quick kiss for each of them. “C’mon lover boys, or we’ll be late for breakfast- well, you will. Imagine the rumours...” She laughed and left Draco’s room.
Pansy, waiting for Millicent before they went to breakfast, was the only student in the common room. Her eyes narrowed maliciously as she watched the younger girl run to her dorm, barefoot again ( did she own any shoes? ) and obviously having only recently showered. She swore to herself that if Draco appeared within the next few minutes with wet hair, she’d murder the bitch. What the hell!! She’d murder her anyway- it was obvious she’d spent the night with him. Damn her. It had taken Pansy years to get Draco into bed, and just when she finally thought she had him, possibly for a permanent relationship, this little slutty tramp wanders in and takes over. Who the hell is she??
Moments after Pansy and Millicent had left for breakfast, Storm emerged from her dorm, fully dressed. The common room was empty. Not surprising- breakfast had started ten minutes ago. She wondered whether Draco and Harry had left yet, then heard a door close. She waited, watching the steps until Draco appeared. He looked around, saw Storm and beckoned to Harry, who was carrying his invisibility cloak, ready to slip it over himself if needed.
The three parted company near the Great Hall, Harry going up the stairs to Gryffr Tor Tower. It seemed to Storm that every Slytherin and a good many Gryffindors in the Great Hall were watching her and Draco enter together. There was certainly a great deal of whispering. She smiled- imagine if Harry had been with them.
“Whore.” muttered as she passed Pansy.
She stopped and turned, looking down into the glaring eyes of the other girl. “No. Whores do it for money.” She smiled. “I do it because I want to... and to annoy you.” She turned her back on Pansy and sat with Tori, pondering over the lie she’d just told. She didn’t fuck Draco just to annoy Pansy, that was a bonus. She’d fuck Draco anyway. She glanced up the table at him, warning herself not to fall in love with him. Their mother would not like that one bit. Draco didn’t look at her, but Snape caught her eye as he entered the Great Hall. She swore softly and turned her attention back to her toast. She heard Snape walk behind her, pause as if he was going to say thinthing and then move on.
“You didn’t go to detention last night, did you?” Chloe asked.
“No, I told you I wasn’t going.”
“I thought you might have gone in the end. It’ll only be worse tonight.”
Storm yawned. “Maybe. I might just sleep through it.” She watched Harry walk to his seat at the Gryffindor table and sit next to Hermione, who ignored him. Storm laughed to herself... so, she did miss him last night- or this morning.

“Miss Williams.” Snape’s voice was like iceDo yDo you have an excuse for your whereabouts last night? It must have been extrememly urgent to have kept you from detention.”
Bastard! He’d deliberately waited until all the students were seated and quietly waiting for the lesson to begin before he reprimanded Storm. “I was... detained... sir.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Where were you?”
“Taking a bath.”
Ginny’s head whipped around to look at her, her eyes wide with disbelief. Storm smiled at her condescendingly. It seemed that the youngest Weasley was aware that Harry had gone to have a bath last night.
“You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe you, Miss Williams. The only bath available for students is in the prefects bathroom. You are not- and probably never will be- a prefect,”
She leaned back in her chair and answered Snape, while watching Ginny. “I was with a prefect...” She smiled at the look on Ginny’s face, then added quietly- only Tori heard. “... or two.”
Snape glared at Tori when Storm’s last remark elicited a giggle from her. “Maybe you’d like to join your house mate for the next four evening’s detentions, Miss Stevens.”
Tori quickly regained her composure. “Um... no thank you, sir.”
His dark gaze rested on Storm, his voice silky and dangerous. “That is, if it doesn’t clash with any more of your social activities.”
The room was the quietest it had ever been, no- one moved lest they distract the angry Professor’s ire onto themselves. Most students in the school knew not to provoke him to this extent.
Storm met his look. She shrugged. “I’ll let you know.”
There was an audible gasp next to her. She glanced at Tori, who shook her head, then at Ginny who was smiling confidently, sure that Storm was going to be in way too much trouble to be bothering Harry for a while. Detention for every spare minute she had, at the very least.
Snape looked like he wanted to use one of the unforgivable curses on her- the worst one. He counted to ten, then again in Latin. Apart from assigning detention to her, and removing points from Slytherin, there was only one thing he could legally do. “Get out!”
She picked up her school bag and walked past him on her way out of the class room. “See you tonight... Sev.” Quietly enough so as not to be over heard and accompanied by a wink.
“Read chapter fifteen and write an essay discussing why Lobalug venom is poison in some potions, but not in others.” Snape closed his ears to the sparse grumbling and sat at his desk. He’d noticed Ginny’s reaction to Storm’s excuse and, knowing that Potter was dating both her and Hermione, guessed that Harry was the prefect she’d been with last night.
He was risking his life, spying on the Death Eaters, to provide The Order with information and to aid in keeping Harry, and the side of good, safe. So, what does Harry do? Carries on secret trysts with the daughter of the Darkd, wd, who was probably just as dangerous as her father. The boy was destined for an unpleasant death, especially if he let his hormones rule his head. To make matters worse, Snape had received a message from Voldemort asking him to keep an eye on Storm, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. Trouble! The girl was rude, spoilt and too damn sexy for her own good. Trouble was going to follow her, and she wasn’t going to discourage it. Make sure his innocent chilesn’esn’t get corrupted. That was rich, Voldemort obviously had no idea what his ‘innocent child’ got up to. She’d arrived at the school with a reputation to rival Sirius Black’s when he was at his prime. It wlmoslmost laughable. He was supposed to protect Potter from people like Storm and Storm from everyone else. What did they think he was? A child care centre?
Ginny flicked through chapter fifteen listlessly. She had no doubt that Storm had been with Harry last night. And that Storm knew about her relationship with the boy. She wasn’t sure whether the dark haired girl would tell Hermione, but wasn’t comfortable with her having that knowledge. How had she found out? Had Harry told her? Ginny was pretty sure of one thing, though. Chances are, Storm would make some sort of use of the information she’d acquired, especially after making sure Ginny knew that she knew.

Once she’d left the potions class room, Storm wondered where she could go. Not the Slytherin common room. Too cold... and depressing. Just like her father’s castle. Leaving there was one of the best things about coming to Hogwarts. She walked up some steps and found herself near the library. No-one interesting in there. Outside then. She paused at the top of the steps, then wandered over to the lake. Despite the breeze, it was still warm. She took her robe and jumper off, dropping them carelessly on the grass, and loosened her tie, tempted to remove her shoes and socks so she could cool her feet in the water. Why not? Five minutes later, she was sitting on a rock, her bare feet submerged in the cool water.
“Playing hookey?”
Storm jumped, turning sharply to see Sirius standing behind her. She’d been too absorbed watching the sunlight play on the surface of the lake to pay attention to what was going on around her. She’d have to be more careful. “No.”
“Why aren’t you in class then?”
“I was told to leave.”
Sirius lad. d. There was only one teacher that would tell a student to leave his class. “Snape eh? Well, it appears that there is a male immune to your feminine charms.”
Storm laughed. That’s what you think. Sooner or later he’d give in... again. She looked up at him slyly. “As long as you’re not.”
“I think you’re very aware of how susceptible I am.” He took a step towards her, his hands on her shoulders, one moving to stroke the side of her neck.
She leaned back into hiressress and took a deep breath, shivers shooting down her spine, leaving her to wonder how susceptible she was to him. She pulled her feet from the water and stood on her rock, turning to face him.
“Mutual attraction, maybe.” he murmured, his fingers threading through her hair.
Storm’s arms went behind his neck. “Let’s find out.” Their lips met and the instant attraction she had felt on the train was back. “Mmmm, yeah. It’s mutual.” She managed.
“And what do you suggest we do about it?” Sirus held her hips close to his, she couldn’t mistake his arousal.
“Well... It’s nearly lunch time, so I suppose that would depend if you want to eat.” She looked into his eyes innoly. ly.
Sirius closed his eyes, wondering if she were aware of the double meaning that statement held. She laughed and he knew she was. “Do you?” asked with much the same amount of innocence.
Her hand slid down between them and stroked his erection through his clothes. “I think I could manage something.” And what she did to his tongue during their next kiss proved that she could.


Will they finally do it???

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