You Don\'t Own Me

Another songfic, seems to be my current obsession, they’re fun, they’re easy, because you’ve got a certain number of verses/chorus repeats, it’s also difficult for the exact same reason.
This time around the song is ‘You Don’t Own Me’ by Leslie Gore. One of my favorite songs of all time.
This is also my first attempt at a humorfic, so please, be gentle. Naah, don’t, if it sucks, tell me, I’ll go back to angsty melodrama, since that does seem to be my calling. But if it /doesn’t/ suck, tell me that too, reviews feed the muses, the muses help me write.
Flames will be laughed at, and possibly posted for others to laugh at as well. I don’t condone mocking people on general terms or on a regular basis, but those that leave flames after being given clear warnings are just asking for it.

Warnings: GUY ON GUY SEX! A little AU-ology, quite a bit of sideways sillyness and hopefully not too much rampant OOC-ishness. Other than that, nothing I can think of.
If you still feel a need to flame me if you read this story after the warnings, please, go ahead, I use flames to toast marshmallows for my muses

Harry was bustling around the apartment getting ready for work, grinning lopsidedly to himself as he buckled his boots, all the way up his calves, he had to admit, he looked good in Goth.
Ron sighed, as he always did, “I still don’t think this is a good idea Harry. I don’t like the thought of you being out there defenseless.”
Harry sighed, rolling his eyes as he applied a last layer of mascara, “I know you don’t Ron, and I’ve told you time and time again that I’m wandless, not defenseless. And /anyway/ it’s Muggle London, not like I’m going to be beset by anything I can’t deal with.”
Ron merely sighed again and went back to disapproving silently. Harry grinned and blew his best friend and flatmate a kiss before he slipped out the door, tugging his jacket straight as he thudded down the stairs on his way to the nightclub down the street where he bartended on the weekends.

You don\'t own me
I\'m not just one of your many toys,

Harry let himself into the Scratch (so called because the neon spelling ‘cat’ between the two words had long since burned out) through the kitchen door, waving a hello to Leeza who was the cook and sometime DJ. She grinned, “’bout time you got here Potter, the natives are getting restless”
He chuckled, shaking his head and throwing her a wink as he slung his jacket over a hook and stepped out into the club proper, stretching his fingers and cracking his knuckles as he took his post behind the bar, smiling his usual ‘I know something you don’t know’ smile. He wasn’t going to let Ron’s possessiveness get to him, the redhead had always been somewhat overprotective, that ‘I had you first’ mentality, and it had just finally started to get under Harry’s skin.

You don\'t own me
Don\'t say I can\'t go with other boys

He smiled again upon noting The Blonde at his usual seat near the end of the bar. He knew full well who he was, and knew that he’d been recognized as well, but there was an unspoken truce since the end of the war, if not an actual peace. They never spoke to each other, aside from the precursory drink order.
But tonight was different, towards the end of the evening, more on towards morning actually, after the crowd at the bar itself had thinned some The Blonde (who could only have been one Draco Malfoy of course) smiled as well, “I hear,” That honeyed drawl was even moreso than Harry remembered, “That this place has the ability to cater to any desire a patron can produce.”
Harry nodded, setting down the glass he’d been polishing, resting his elbows on the countertop and arching a brow at the blonde, “I’ve been told the same thing.”
Ron was going to snap over this. All the more reason to keep at it.

And don\'t tell me what to do,
And don\'t tell me what to say,


Draco smiled slowly, taking a swallow of his drink, “And if I wanted another metropolitan?”
Harry half smiled, “It’s a cosmopolitan, and it wouldn’t be any trouble whatsoever.”
Draco nodded again, seeming to ponder for a moment, “And if I wanted something else?”
Harry arched a brow, finding that he quite liked this game of cat and mouse, “Name it.”
Draco’s smile was entirely predatory, “A pretty young man in leather perhaps?”
Harry’s smile matched the blonde’s as he stepped around to lean against the end of the bar, entirely too casually, he /knew/ there’d been a reason he’d chosen the suede trousers that evening, “I’m off in twenty minutes.”
Draco’s smile spread to an out and out grin as he unfolded from his seat, “I’ll be waiting.” And with that he was gone in a swirl of dark frock coat and a whiff of jasmine.
Harry loved jasmine

And when I go out with you,
Don’t put me on display,

Twenty minutes always seems to take forever when there’s something worth waiting for at the end of it. So Harry’s last twenty minutes before he got off seemed to crawl on for days, if not in fact, weeks or even longer.
Finally Quiche (so called because her name was Lorraine, and she was both a bit crusty and a bit cheesy) came in to start her shift. Harry was so happy he could have kissed her. He settled for an impulsive hug, an ear to ear grin and a heartfelt ‘thanks!’
Quiche just laughed, waving him off, spiked bracelets jangling, “Go on, get out’ve here you cuddleslut. I saw that blond dish you’ve been eyeing waiting out the back.” When Harry laughed and shook his head she gave him a gentle shove back towards the kitchen and added, “Not polite to keep anything that gorgeous waiting.”
Harry laughed again as he swung his coat around his shoulders and slipped out the side entrance right into a pair of waiting arms.

You don\'t own me,
Don\'t try to change me in any way,

Those arms happened to belong to one Ronald Weasley, who grinned, “Was wondering what was taking you so long. Had to step out for some milk, figured I’d walk you home.” Harry groaned inwardly, but smiled, stepping out of his best friend’s grasp, “Go on ahead without me Ron, I’m meeting someone.”
Ron’s face fell, blinking, “Oh. Who?”
“That would be me Weasel.” Came the honeyed drawl from the other side of the alley as Draco sauntered into view.
Ron’s brow furrowed, blinking back and forth between Harry and Draco, “Him? You’re meeting the ferret boy? How long has /this/ been going on?”
Harry sighed softly, about to answer, but Draco beat him to it, “Not that it’s really any of your business weasel, but it hasn’t been ‘going on’ this is one of those ‘first time’ things. Which I don’t suppose you’d know about yet.”
Ron growled softly, fingers curling around Harry’s bicep, “Good, means it’ll be easier for me to put a stop to it.”

You don\'t own me,
Don\'t tie me down because I’ll never stay,

Harry growled then, prying his arm out of Ron’s grip, “Let go of me Ron.” His voice was quiet, just enough to be heard, it caused Ron to blink, the only time that Harry got quiet was when he was intensely angry, “I understand your concern Ron, but I’m an adult and fully capable of making my own decisions, so I would appreciate it if you would kindly shut up and go home.”
Draco arched a brow slightly at Harry’s sudden vehemence, and smiled slightly at Ron’s complete bafflement, “But… Harry… He’s…”
“I know who he is Ron. I’m not blind and I’m not stupid, one of which you seem to think I am, if I’m making a mistake—which I don’t believe I am—but if I am, it’s mine to make. Now, I suggest you go home and plot revenge, or go find yourself a piece of ass, Merlin knows you need one.”

I don\'t tell you what to say,
I don\'t tell you what to do,

Ron did the only thing that seemed logical at that juncture, he caught Harry’s chin and leaned in to lay thorough claim to the brunette’s mouth. The kiss was like a summer lightning flash fire, searing and blistering, every ounce of the redhead’s usually subdued passion surging forward.
When he finally drew away it left Harry gasping, blinking rapidly, “Whaa?” That was about as coherent as he could get at the moment.
Draco just rolled his eyes and shook his head, “That’s no way to go about it Ron.” And he caught Harry’s chin, more tenderly than the redhead had, laying his own claim to the brunette’s mouth. If Ron’s kiss had been a flash fire, Draco’s was a slow, controlled burn, long and deep and simmering just below the surface. Harry was noticing that between the two of them, they’d managed to reduce his brain to mush, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
He didn’t even register Ron’s murmured ‘apperate’ through Draco’s kiss filling his senses, all jasmine spicy sweet and warm against his skin. All he registered was that the alley had tilted precariously, but he was kept stable between two pairs of arms.

So just let me be myself,
That\'s all I ask of you,

His brain was still working slowly enough that it took him a moment to register that A, they weren’t at the flat, and B, the other two were collaborating quite well on the ‘let’s get Harry undressed’ front. But he managed orgeorget both of these points as soon as Ron’s fingers dipped into the front of the aforementioned suede trousers, Ron’s voice was a warm tickle against his ear , “Never realized you were such an exhibitionist Harry. There’s just skin under these.”
Though really all Harry heard was ‘blah blah blah, Harry, blah blah blah.’ Draco on the other hand heard and understood, detaching himself from the former Golden Boy’s mouth, “Just skin? He asked Ron lightly, one hand snaking down Harry’s chest and abdomen to join Ron’s, “Mnn, so it is.”
Ron smiled slightly, easing his hands back up Harry’s chest, flicking the buttons of his best friend’s shirt open as he went, each movement of his fingers slow and deliberate, now that they had Harry where they wanted him all pretenses were dropped, he chuckled softly, nuzzling the hollow behind the brunette’s ear as he asked the blonde, “How’s he look?”

I\'m young and I love to be young,
I\'m free and I love to be free,

Draco chuckled softly as quicksilver eyes studied Harry’s face intently, “Mnn, drugged. Though that shouldn’t be a surprise, we /are/ intoxicating after all. On the right systems.”
Ron just rolled his eyes, the warm amber already darkening to an almost bronze as he continued his exploration of the dip behind Harry’s ear, nuzzling and lapping at the tender skin there, finally finding enough of a hold to leave a nip there, which of course elicited a soft gasp from the other man, already unfocused jade eyes slipping closed, fingers curling reflexively against Draco’s arms where they’d caught hold for stability during the apperation.
It was the work of a few moments to divest their prey of his remaining vestments, their own following soon after, Harry was never left on his own during this process, at least one of the two was always behind, beside or before him, always touching, petting, nibbling, Harry was slowly beginning to realize that he had no control over the situation, and furthermore, he didn’t care.
He didn’t resist when Draco guided him to a divan where Ron was already sprawled. The redhead grinned, gathering Harry into his arms, drawing the other man back against his chest, facing the blonde as he hooked his chin over Harry’s shoulder, murmuring softly against his ear, “Remember what you told me middle of seventh year? About how good he must be with his mouth?”

To live my life the way I want,
To say and do whatever I please.

Harry just nodded dumbly, not sure if he even remembered who he was at the moment, let alone something he’d said years before, but he was willing to play along. Ron chuckled softly, voice dipping further, nuzzling the shell of Harry’s ear again as he continued, “You were right.” Draco sighed, shaking his head, “You’re just going to confuse the poor thing, he’s really in no condition to be thinking and you know it.”
Ron chuckled again, arching a brow at the blonde, as he ran his fingers down Harry’s sides, “So get to work then and I’ll shut up.” Draco sighed melodramatically, settling along the other end of the divan, leaning down to nuzzle the curve of Harry’s hip, fingers trailing through crisp dark curls, smiling slightly as the brunette’s arousal twitched further upwards towards his stomach.
Harry’s breath hitched with a faint squeak as Draco set to work, enveng hng his need completely. Ron smiled, fingers curling against Harry’s hips to keep him from bucking, still murmuring against his best friend’s ear, “Open your eyes Harry. You’ll want to watch this.”

I\'m young and I love to be young,
I\'m free and I love to be free,

Harry managed to pry his eyes open, blinking down at the blonde in his lap, meeting the other man’s gaze.
Draco smiled around his mouthful, doing something with his tongue that until that point, Harry would have thought physically impossible.
As it was it elicited another squeak of a gasp, hips writhing against Ron’s hold, wanting desperately to just bury himself completely in that sensation. He got the distinct impression that Draco was laughing at him, but at the moment he really didn’t care, just as long as the blonde didn’t stop what he was doing, he was indeed very good with his mouth.
Ron was good with his as well, but in a vastly different way, he was murmuring against Harry’s ear, just loud enough for Draco to hear as well, mostly about how much of a slut the blonde was and how much he liked what he was doing, and how much he —Ron— liked watching almost as much as he liked being in Harry’s position.

To live my life the way I want,
To say and do whatever I please.

Draco sighed heavily as he eased back from his task, arching a brow at the redhead, “I thought you said you were going to shut up.” Ron batted his eyes innocently, still holding Harry’s hips down as the brunette continued to writhe, making entirely needy little mewling noises, fingers gripping Ron’s thigh on one side and the edge of the divan cushion on the other, “Please?” He finally managed through the haze.
Ron arched a brow then, tutting and shaking his head, “That’s just downright evil, just stopping in the middle of something like that.” If Harry had been in control of his faculties he would have agreed, but it had taken all of the concentration he could gather just for the ‘please’
Draco arched a brow as well, crossing his arms, “So take care of it then.”
Ron nodded, “Alright, come here and take my place so he doesn’t fall over.” They managed the switch easily enough, Harry mewling wantonly throughout, even the briefest touches sending fissures of pleasure down his spine. Ron smiled slightly as he settled across Harry’s hips with a murmured lubrication charm, waiting until Harry focused on him before he lowered himself slowly, head falling back with a faint sigh and a reflexive moan.

No no, you don\'t own me...you don\'t own me, you don\'t own me
We’re young and we love to be young, you don’t own me.

Harry rather lost a sense of time and place after that, head falling back against Draco’s shoulder, only fully aware in flashes, momentary images of Ron gasping, Draco’s growl, fingers weaving through hair, against limbs, eyes closing, flickering open again only to close once more.
He was aware, vaguely, of being sandwiched between his best friend and his former nemesis, knew that Draco was inside him the same as he was inside Ron, the three of them having found some instinctual, reflexive rhy one one that was rapidly building to a fever pitch, all of them drowning in a wash of sheer sensation. It was Ron’s half-desperate panting that finally brought Harry back to prespresent, focusing intently on the redhead before he was able to make out words, though they didn’t make much sense.
He smiled, fingers curling against the root of Ron’s not unimpressive arousal, which was all it took to set him off, starting a chain reaction which ended with the three of them collapsing in a sticky, satiated heap, heartbeats and breathing slowly returning to normal speeds.

No no, you don\'t own me...you don\'t own me, you don\'t own me
We’re young and we love to be young, you don’t own me.

Once Harry regained the ability to speak he smiled slightly, shaking his head, “So how long have you two been planning this?” The blonde and the redhead on either side of him both shrugged noncommittally, one said “Ages and ages.” And the other said “Ever, I think.”