Haunted

VIII

Draco wasn’t quite sure if his plan would work. He had been analyzing the male students all day, looking for someone to posses that night before seeing Harry again. He was really careful when he chose who would be de unlucky guy. He had to be. His first choice had been Justin Finch-Fletchley because of his looks, but then he realized it would be too risky, since he was known for always getting what he wanted. Not that Draco wasn’t, but he didn’t want to be more focused in his internal war than the real reason for his experiment. He felt as though he had been window-shopping: he had to look at the item’s quality, but he also had to look at the price tag.

He was walking around the Great Hall, hiding his glow so people wouldn’t get suspicious when they saw him checking them out.

«Blaise? Nah, too difficult, and Harry will probably be uncomfortable having sex with him… Weasley?»

His thoughts were cut short by Photofreak Creevey, who accidentally walked right through him. The 6th year Gryffindor gasped.

‘What was that!?’, he screamed.

‘Your worst nightmare, Creevey’, Draco hissed, regaining his glow and looking as menacing as he could.

‘I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there, I didn’t mean to…’, Creevey squealed, walking backwards against the Gryffindor table.

«Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner», he thought and flew through him again, leaving the Great Hall.

Draco waited for Harry to finish dinner in his bedroom. The door opened and Weasley and Granger went in.

‘What is it, Ron?’, she asked a little irritated. ‘What did you want to tell me oh so desperately?’

The Weasel opened his mouth and closed it again. Draco flew towards him and smirked to himself as he entered his body.

«What the fuck?!», Weasley thought.

«Hello, Weasley! Do you mind if I borrow you? Thanks»

«What? What are you doing, Malfoy? Get out of here!»

«I truly don’t think so. Why don’t you go somewhere else, like that nest you call a home?», Draco thought cruelly. Weasley’s voice stopped ringing in his head.

‘Ron?’, Granger asked.

‘Sorry, I just… I was trying to find the right words to tell you that last night I had an erotic dream about you’, Draco said, fighting his laughter with all his might.

‘You are unbelievable, Ronald Weasley!’, Granger yelled and slapped him.

‘Ouch, that hurt!’, Draco complained, though, deep down, he was truly happy he could feel it. ‘I don’t know why you’re getting so upset! I said it as a compliment!’

‘A compliment?!’, she yelled and Draco left Weasley’s body. ‘Here’s’, she pushed him. ‘Your’, she slapped him. ‘Bloody’, she punched him. ‘Compliment!’, she finished, kicking him where it hurts.

She stormed out of the room before the redhead could even react. He was still squirming when Harry went in.

‘Ron? What happened to you?’

‘Hermione happened…’

‘She did this to you? Why?’, Harry asked kneeling next to him.

‘Because I didn’t compliment her, I think…’

‘Oh… you should really consider falling for a less distressed girl, mate.’

‘No, that’s it for me. I’m done with women. I’m taking a vow of celibacy.’

‘Are you sure?’, Harry asked, suppressing a chuckle.

‘Yeah… after all, I’m not sure if I’ll get it to work after this’, Weasley said.

‘She didn’t!’, said Harry outraged.

‘Oh, she did… they should put up a “Kids: don’t do this at home” warning.’

‘I know. Dudley did it to me when I was ten. Twice in a week.’

‘That cousin of yours should be imprisoned!’

Draco couldn’t wait for Harry any longer, so he whispered ‘bed’ in his ear and slip under the shielding charm.

‘Where are you going?’, Draco heard Weasley say.

‘Bed. I’m really tired’, Harry said and faked a yawn. ‘Night, Ron.’

‘Wait! Have you seen Malfoy at all since he got his glow?’

‘No’, Harry lied. ‘Isn’t it weird?’

‘Yeah… good weird, though’, he laughed. ‘Night.’

Harry closed the hangings thoroughly and put the silencing spell on them again.

‘Draco? Where are you?’

‘Here’, he said appearing right in front of him.

‘Where have you been all day?’, he asked running a hand through his icy hair.

‘Window-shopping.’

‘What?’, Harry laughed.

‘You know how you said you wanted me to feel you? Well, tonight I will.’

‘Really?’, Harry asked excitedly. ‘How?’

‘Not now. All I want you to do is take the shield down and wait for me blindfolded.’

‘Why blindfolded?’

‘You will understand tomorrow, I promise.’

Draco kissed him and disappeared.

The common room was still a little crowded, and amongst them was Colin Creevey, who was doing homework in the farther corner of the room. It looked to Draco that the little Gryffindor was extremely behind, since the table where he was working was a complete mess.

The room begun to clear up and, eventually, Creevey was the only one left. Draco wasn’t about to wait for him to finish doing his homework, so he entered his body like he had done with the Weasel.

«Get up, you little scumbag!», Draco ordered.

«But I haven’t finished my homework yet…»

«You’re too tired. Go to sleep»

Draco waited for an answer of some sort, but since he didn’t get one, he simply got up from Creevey’s chair and walked silently into Harry’s room. When he opened the hangings and saw Harry blindfolded just for him, wearing nothing but underwear, he felt Creevey’s pride rise. He leaned onto him and brushed his nose against his cheek.

‘Draco?’, Harry asked, but was quietened by a soft kiss.

Harry’s hands crept over his shoulders and pulled him down, deepening the kiss. Draco was hungry for more. Tongues warring, teeth biting, hands grabbing all that was in their reach. Draco moaned. He hadn’t really felt someone else touching him like that in his whole life.

‘I want to see you…’, Harry whined.

‘No, Harry’, Draco barely whispered, so he wouldn’t recognize the voice.

One of Harry’s hands travelled under Creevey’s school robes, sliding a finger up and down his spine. Draco buried his face in his neck and attacked it fiercely as Harry’s other hand massaged his buttocks.

‘Oh, Draco!’, Harry gasped when he pressed their groins together. They both felt the same explosion of pain and pleasure they so desperately wanted.

Draco took off his clothes and helped Harry with what was left of his. Harry flipped him around, being him the one on top and kissed his way down to Creevey’s stomach. Draco put his legs around him, pulling him closer. Harry teased his thigh with one hand and his side with the other, loving the sounds and movements Draco was making. He kept arching and thrusting, gasping and moaning. Harry couldn’t make him wait any longer. He sucked him off roughly, stopping only to catch his breath, but returning quickly since Draco was pushing his head down demandingly.

‘More…’, Draco begged, and kicked himself for talking. But Harry seemed so occupied he didn’t notice or didn’t care that it was Creevey’s voice the one he had heard.

Harry slid a finger into him and made him come with a moan. Draco saw how he used Creevey’s semen to lubricate himself and pushed into him hard, making him lose all capability to think and end up screaming a whole lot of nonsense and swearing every time he hit his prostate.

A sweaty Harry fell on top him, nipping his neck softly with his teeth. Well, not really his neck…

‘I’ve got to go…’, Draco whispered, returning to his old plan, but Harry was already asleep.

He kissed his forehead, got dressed and went back to the common room. He took the same seat where Creevey had been and rested Creevey’s head in his arms, so when he left his body, he would think he had fallen asleep.