Terrorism Repaid

After mutually working their woodies off, Draco and Harry slid back to their dorms via the headboards. Harry rested for a few minutes.

Seamus pouted when Harry emerged from his bed.

“What’s wrong Seamus?”

“I was hoping to work your woody off for you, but I see you’ve already done so.”

“Sorry, but it became very urgent. Would you like me to deal with yours?”

“Oh! Would you? Yes please.” Seamus turned and went into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time Harry had wanked Seamus in the showers, but he found himself deciding that he would rather reserve his ministrations to Draco in future. Not that Seamus complained about the ace treatment he received from the Potter digits.

Draco had similar problems with his best mate, Blaise, and had come to much the same conclusion.

As usual Ronald was the last one to get out of bed and he snagged Harry’s hand as Harry was leaving: “Hey, Mate. What did you do to Herms? She nearly wore my cock out after you went early to bed. She’s never been that lusty before. It was a good thing that I had three spare rubbers but they’re all spent now. Merlin’s balls, it was glorious.”

“Um … She was a spectator whilst Draco and I had six goes and I knew they were both worked up. I wonder how Pans got on?”

Ronald splashed his face and dressed rapidly, meeting a slightly bow-legged Hermione on the way. Harry became quite embarrassed by their lingering good morning hug; wishing he could be as open with Draco.

At breakfast they both had problems with their scowls. Harry had to hide his giggles in a pretend fit of coughing. Draco pretended that he had swallowed a bit of toast the wrong way and had a concerned Blaise thumping his back. Harry noticed what was happening and became equally concerned. He was only stopped rushing over to the Slytherin table by a vague ‘I had to disguise my giggles’ thought from Draco and a gentle restraining hand from Hermione.

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That night Harry sat in the bed thinking.

“Okay, Lover. A knut for your thoughts.”

“Um … Blaise is your best mate, isn’t he.”

“Yes …?” Draco replied carefully, wondering where this was going and feeling slightly guilty about pulling Blaise’s plonker that morning.

“Um … It’s not fair that he doesn’t know; isn’t it? After all, Pans does. Evens-stevens, Ron and Herms know, don’t they? Or don’t you trust him that much?”

“Hmm … I’d trust him with my life … We’ve got each other out of bother quite a few times already … Hmm … It’s an idea worth considering … It’d make it easier for me not to tug his todger in the morning. He was a bit put out that mine was slack and I could hardly tell him who had been fondling my fidpin a few minutes before, could I?”

“Oh! I had the same problem with Seamus, not that I trust him enough to tell him. I sort of decided yours was the one-and-only for me in future.”

Draco gave a startled Harry a big thank-you kiss. His surprise did not last long however, as he got into the swing of things. As could be expected; snogging led to stroking, stroking led to exploring, and exploring led to a repeat of the sexual antics of the previous day, but once only each.

Harry noticed Draco looking worried whilst they were supping Winky-served bedtime chocolate after they had cleaned up the bedclothes: “Okay Draco; what is it?”

“I’ve been thinking; this one-and-only idea, Harry. It won’t work.”

“What do you mean?” Harry looked hurt.

“Don’t get me wrong, Lover. I felt like that this morning when Blaise plonked his pole in my hands. I wished it was you I was sharing the shower with and not him. I do hope you have remembered what has to happen at the weekend?”

“Yes! But that’s different. You have to go through with it or Voldie will murder you, or at least torture you into bloody mess. It’s a bit like the scowling here, so’s not to let on that we’re an item.”

“That’s my point, Harry, exactly. If we immediately stop doing what we’ve been doing regularly, our associates are going to ask why.”

“Um … Yes … I see … Ron stopped doing it with us, he told us he was serious about Herms and we respected his wishes. Nev’s stopped as well, now he and Hannah have an understanding.”

“So you’ll be disappointing Dean tomorrow then?”

“Um … not thought of it in that way before, but I s’pose so, yes. We do have our off days but if I had a string of them I’d have to come up with an acceptable reason. If only we could date openly like Terry and Ernie they’d understand.”

“But we can’t, can we?”

“No! I s’pose not.” Harry looked crestfallen.

“Okay, let’s do something that’s special to us – a sixty-nine. I hadn’t done it before that time with you; had you?”

“No way! Just fisted each other; that’s all.” To prove his point, Harry turned round and applied his lips to Draco’s softness; not that it remained that way for more than five seconds.

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A couple of days later Harry had to attend his monthly tutorial with Severus. Instead of dreading it as usual, he was looking forward to talking to his new uncle. He was surprised to see Draco heading in the same direction, but supposed the two Slytherins had cooked up a meeting of some kind. In the normal course of things Blaise was rostered ahead of Harry, so when Harry knocked and was bid to enter; Blaise stood and wished Severus goodnight.

“Mr Zabini, please sit down again.”

Blaise did as he was told, looking questioningly first at the professor, and then at Draco, who was hovering in the doorway behind Harry.

“Shut the door, Godson and come and sit.”

Blaise jumped and then held on to an arm as the chair beneath him transformed into a sofa. Draco claimed the other arm, leaving Harry to sit nervously in the middle. Blaise’s eyes widened as Draco leaned forward and bussed Harry noisily on the lips.

“Okay! What’s going on? No, I don’t mean that, I can see what’s going on. What I mean is why?”

“Harry and I are Frater Partners, Blaise and, apart from the witnesses, you are the first and only one I’m telling.”

“Wow! That’s a big step. Does Pans know?”

“She was one of the witnesses on Sunday afternoon; Grai … Herms was the other.”

“But you need three.”

“I was the other one, Mr Zabini.”

“So that’s why I sensed your reluctance this morning.” Blaise suddenly realised the purport of what he had said, looked guiltily at Severus and shied away from the expected blow from Harry.

In fact Harry was having a hard time not giggling and had brought up his hand to cover his smile: “It’s all right, Za … Blaise. I have to do the same to the Gryffs, or they’d start asking awkward questions, too.”

“Right … … Merlin’s balls, Dray, you’ve got the prize one, you lucky bastard. Is he as big as you?”

Severus burst out laughing: “Mr Zabini … Still as … Gauche … As ever … Jumping in … And thinking … Afterwards. However, don’t get too embarrassed. We used to do it when we were students. Nice to know this generation is just as depraved as ours was.”

“Dray, is it? I like it.” Harry grinned wickedly at his lover: “You don’t mind, Dray, if I call you ‘Dray’ in future, ‘Dray’ has real sexy overtones.” Harry turned to Blaise: “Would you like to compare them?”

“What here?” Blaise was already looking at Harry’s crotch.

“Uncle saw it performing six times a couple of days ago and you’ve had hold of it before. Although, it’s grown somewhat since then.”

“Erm … Perhaps, boys, you should reserve that pleasure for later. If that has concluded your mutual business I should like to continue Harry’s tutorial.”

“Mmm … Yes professor thank you. Congratulations you two, rest assured that your secret is safe with me. Nice to know Pans knows, we shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. Goodnight Professor, thanks for the advice; I’ll rewrite the chart and re-present it in a few days time.” Blaise gathered up his things and side-hugged both boys: “I’ll hold you to that promise Pot … Harry,” and exited the room.

“Thanks for arranging that, Uncle. It was much easier than I expected. Goodnight: see you later, Lover-boy,” Draco followed Blaise through the door.

“Right now, Harry. Before we start on the schoolwork, I have the patent applications for you …” Severus and Harry went into a huddle over the table … …

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Harry was first into the bed that night and was slightly worried about what Blaise had said. There was a whoosh and Harry was pushed slightly to one side. He looked over and found a naked Blaise enclosed in a nude Draco’s arms.

Draco quickly disentangled himself and went to hug Harry: “Before you get cross Harry. It was the only way I could think of to get Blaise in here and not rouse any suspicions. To be fair it’s not the first time we’ve shared a bed and you told me that you and Ron had done much the same at the Burrow.”

As Harry opened his mouth to reply, Draco glued his lips to Harry’s …. Tangling tongues soon had other bodily parts expanding in anticipation.

Harry felt a tentative hand on his penis and, still being engaged in labial exploration, supposed Draco was showing his eagerness. Harry gave an appreciative affirmative lurch and the hand started to pump. Only when he saw his lover’s eyes dilate did Harry realise that the hand might not be Draco’s. They both gasped, broke the kiss and looked downwards. Blaise’s busy digits were pulsating their poles.

Blaise grinned cheekily: “Well … You did say I could compare them, didn’t you. So far they seem to match outwardly if I ignore the different hair colours, all I have to do now is see if their performances are in sync.”

Harry was nonplussed and, whilst he was thinking of a suitable reply, his libido gave a lurch and he felt Draco tense beside him. Harry saw Draco’s glans turn from crimson to purple, noting that his was following suit. Then his hips jerked forward preparatory to ejaculation. Draco gasped and two streams of jism shot out, intermingling as they became airborne.

“I’d say you were ideally meant for each other. Seven identically timed spurts each.” Blaise’s words sounded slightly clinical, but his glans-caressing thumbs were now making each participant gyrate in glory. Draco stared at Harry’s pink tongue which was hanging out of his mouth in delectation and then realised that his taste-buds were being aired in much the same fashion. Mutual wank over, Blaise rested watching two nine-inchers slowly loose their plumpness.

“Um … That was quite something … Um.”

“Yes it was. I think we owe Blaise some reciprocation. Would you like to do it, Lover? I’ve had my hand on his many times.”

“Wh-what?”

“Fairs-fair, I’ve serviced your best mate, now you get to service mine.”

“Okay! As long as you don’t mind.” Harry bent down and placed his lips round Blaise’s tanned six inches.

Blaise looked at Harry’s bobbing head and then at a very surprised Draco.

Then Draco cottoned-on. ‘My lover sees equality in everything,’ he thought: ‘such a lovely idea, very refreshing after the Slyth one-upmanship I’m used to.’ “It seems, Blaise, that my Mate is very literal in his recompense ideas. I had to suck Ronald off so Harry is repaying the debt.”

“Should I feel jealous? You never applied your lips to mine.”

“Nor you to mine. There was an amount of coercion involved, not that I objected too vociferously.”

Blaise jerked his thighs in bliss as Harry swallowed. Harry’s head came up, licking creamy dribbles from his lips: “No coercion there, Mate, just good old conscience salving tit-for-tat. Um … nice flavour … I still prefer Draco’s though.” Harry bent down and licked the last drop off Blaise’s prick-eye.

Blaise gasped loudly as his sensitised slit was slurped: “As I said in Sev’s study ‘you’re a lucky bastard, Dray’; thanks Harry, that was more than great … hrm … you couldn’t give Pans a couple of lessons, could you?”

Harry looked aghast at Blaise.

“All right, all right, I was only joking, but that’s the best head I’ve ever had. It was meant to be a compliment.”

“Fine! I’ll accept it in the way it was intended.” Harry turned and grinned at Draco: “When’s he coming back for the second one?”

“Over my dead body! He’s already mauled your mutton enough times last year … Don’t you have a pressing engagement with Pans, Blaise?”

“Hrm … Do I …? Oh yes-s-s!” Blaise had seen the dark gleam in Draco’s eye.

“I’ll be back in a few seconds, Lover.” Draco clasped a naked Blaise and slid out of sight.

Harry had just time to draw in two breaths before Draco slid back in again: “I thought we better get that over and done with, Harry. Otherwise he would have been very insistent and it might have given the game away. As Uncle said, Blaise talks first and thinks afterwards. However, now his curiosity has been sated, he’ll keep mum about our partnership. Whatever got in you to make that offer?”

“Well Dray, some of the Slyth in me wanted to see how far I could get Uncle to go … Um … and I wanted to tease you just a little. I guessed I might get my hand beneath his belt, if I did. And you brought him in already prepared, so to speak.”

“You weren’t just pushing me, too were you? I didn’t think Gryffs were that sly?

“Perhaps … especially when you arrived in our bed gripping another naked body; you gave me quite a turn. Still, no doubt you’ll make it up to me suitably.” Harry puckered his lips into an open ‘O’ and licked them.

Draco got the idea in one. As he went down on Harry, Harry repositioned himself into their special position. They took their time, licking and sucking, using their fingers to excite balls and love bumps; enjoying every salacious sensation that they could think of plus a few more from mistakes that worked out well.

Afterwards, whilst they lay hugging and stroking Draco asked: “Harry, would you mind awfully, if we didn’t fuck until after my ordeal with the D … Voldie?”

“If you think you have enough protection from him, I don’t. In fact I adore our sixty-nines, we are giving and receiving all at the same time and your fingers give me the same sort of thrill. Fucking seems to be more of a one-way thing with only one thrill at a time.”

“Does that mean you’d rather we didn’t fuck?”

“No! Not necessarily, let’s reserve it for special occasions or something. You may be sore when you return and I’d not want to make it any worse, or make you remember what Voldie has taken without your real agreement.”

“But, in a way, I have agreed.”

“It’s a compromise based on ‘be fucked or be mutilated’; same as my compromise at Privet Drive ‘run away and starve or be humiliated and eat.’ They’re not real choices are they? We both just grin and bear it. Once we’re adults we can make our own choices.”

“I’m not too sure about that, either. Mother never wanted to marry Father, but the two families forced them into it. I bet that Albus and Sev would like to be open in their relationship too. I’m feeling gloomy now. Come on, let’s snuggle, that always makes me feel better. Like it did when I was young and Mother cuddled me.”

“I was never cuddled, so show me what you mean.”

The cuddling was paramount, but stroking hair and gentle kissing intruded too. Sighing contentedly, two lovers drifted off to sleep.