A Little Problem of Someone Else\'s Virginity
A Little Problem of Someone Else's Virginity
Written because of the Virgin
Challenge by scribbulus_ink
on LJ.
Title: A Little
Problem of Someone Else\'s Virginity 1/1
Author: Beren (aka Didi)
Email: beren@dtwins.co.uk
Pairing: Harry/Draco/(Fred and George)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money
is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Twincest. Foursome. This story is set post OOTP and therefore
has SPOLIERS. If you don\'t want to know anything that went on in book five do
not read this story.
Genre: Slash, Humour, PWP
Sequel to: A
Little Problem of Virginity
Summary: Going back to Hogwarts Harry notes another who seems to be as
depressed as he used to be. He decides to help.
Author\'s Notes: Thanks to Soph for giving this the once over. Several
people asked for more smut of the Twincest kind, so here it is :) ... now I\'m
going back to writing the sequel to GTS before people kill me ::g::.
A Little Problem of
Someone Else\'s Virginity
There had been one piece
of news over the Summer that had cheered up Harry even before his discovery
that sex could give one a whole new outlook on life. It had only managed to
part the curtain of depression for a few minutes and he had tho thought of it
since Mad-eye had delivered the news one fine Tuesday morning back in June,
but it did occur to him again as he looked across the hall during the Hogwarts
welcome feast and his eyes hovered on Draco Malfoy.
One thing had become clear
shortly after the holidays had begun; Lucius Malfoy was more of a raving lunatic
than anyone had given him credit for. Failing his Dark Lord and being imprisoned
in Azkaban had apparently unhinged the man completely and rather than (as Mad-eye
had put it) "waiting for his wife to buy him out like any obedient pureblood
Death Eater" Lucius had declared Voldemort the reincarnation of Merlin,
come to save their world from the Muggle and Mudblood hoards. By all accounts
he was very vocal on the matter and hell bent on converting anyone who came
within hearing distance to his religious fervour.
From what Harry could see
across the Great Hall, his father\'s decent into insanity had had a startling
effect on the younger Malfoy. There was a space around the blond boy as he sat
at the table; not an unseemly space; that would never have done, but never-the-less
Harry could tell it existed. The vicious grey eyes that were usually so alive
and full of malice were staring at the table almost disinterested and Harry
could not help recognising a demeanour similar to his own from just over a month
previously.
Now a normal human being
might have looked at his school nemesis in such a state and enjoyed the view,
however, no one in their right mind would ever call Harry normal. Some would
consider him even less normal since his transfiguration from depressed virgin
to strangely happy sex maniac, but he doubted anyone would ever tell him to
his face.
As it was Harry viewed
Malfoy across the hall and actually felt sorry for him; a condition which lasted
approximately two minutes and then morphed into the vague notion that the Slytherin
was rather attractive, at which point it didn\'t take long for him to decide
that Malfoy needed cheering up and he knew just the way to do it. Harry\'s thoughts
were quite circular these days and usually ended up winging their way to his
groin. Right about then was no exception.
The fact that he was convinced
within himself that he was going to die sometime in the near future had had
a rather detrimental effect on Harry\'s psyche. Where he had been reckless before,
now he was the epitome of Gryffindor courage and foolhardiness; and he threw
himself into everything. Over the first few weeks of school, while in class
this resulted in some quite astounding results, including his successful transfiguration
of a coat hanger into a very cheerful snake with which he held a long and interesting
conversation and then adopted; perhaps propositioning Professor Flitwick had
been a mistake, although the hurried invention of an imaginary hex had smoothed
that over okay.
Setting up Hermione with
Madame Hooch had actually worked rather well though; it seemed that they shared
a fascination with broomsticks. They had both been reluctant when he had tricked
them into a meeting; for Hermione it was all a fantasy and for Madame Hooch
there was the whole student/professor problem, but Harry had given them a pep
talk on the dangers of war and seizing the moment, and after that they had been
jumping at each other. Hermione insisted on talking to him about the whole relationship
and filling him in on all the details, which he did not object to in the slightest.
It seemed that once he had admitted to her who he was sleeping with, he had
been labelled \'gay male friend\' and had assumed the same role as a female confidante.
Some of the mental images Hermione had helpfully provided had kept him entertained
for hours.
His success in this area
encouraged him with the whole Malfoy problem and the weekend before the first
Hogsmeade trip Harry had had enough time to come up with a rough plan, although
it consisted entirely of the general idea that he had to get Malfoy to the Twins\'
place next time he visited. He was pretty sure Dumbledore was fully aware that
he did not intend to stay in Hogsmeade with all the other students the next
Saturday, but since his mere presence no longer drove other\'s to contemplate
an early demise, the headmaster was turning a blind eye. When Harry saw Malfoy
sitting out by the lake, staring across the water mournfully, he decided to
go into action.
"Hello, Malfoy,"
he said brightly and sat down next to the Slytherin without waiting for an invitati/fon/font>
Malfoy stared at him for
a moment, obviously shocked and then scowled; Harry was pretty sure that the
boy was trying to exude the air which so effectively sent the other Slytherins
running. Either that or Malfoy was constipated, but Harry felt the former was
more likely, after all Madame Pomfrey could cure anything.
"Don\'t bother,"
Harry said chattily, "I\'m immune."
That made Malfoy scowl
harder, but the concentrated expression disappeared from his face. Harry had
to admit that his companion did have the role of brooding evil genius down to
a tee. The white blond hair and pale eyes really were terribly attractive and
Harry had the sudden desire to see what was under the school uniform.
"Go away, Potter,"
Malfoy said shortly and turned back to the lake.
Harry simply smiled to
himself and ploughed on.
"Malfoy, are you a
virgin?" he asked bluntly.
Grey eyes shot from staring
out over the water to trying to bore a hole straight through his head and from
the tension in Malfoy\'s body, Harry reckoned that he was an inch away from being
strangled. He gave his companion a grin and waited.
"You\'re bloody nuts,"
the assessment of his mental state might have been correct earlier in the year,
but at the moment Harry felt he was more stable than he had been in a long time,
so he shook his head to that one.
"Nope," he said
firmly, "I have just discovered something better than the whole Voldemort
business to keep me occupied."
Malfoy\'s eyes narrowed
in suspicion, but Harry knew he had at least sparked the Slytherin\'s interest.
"And this has what
relevance to my sexual experience?" Malfoy asked in a tone that suggested
he was quite willing to hex Harry into next week if his answer was not good
enough.
For this reason Harry decided
to consider what to say rather than just letting the words fall out of his mouth
as he usually did. It took him a few moments to figure out how to make his point.
"Well you see if you\'re
a virgin, then I think there\'s something you\'re missing that you might like,"
no one ever said he was a great orator, "and since it worked for me I thought
it might work for you."
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Malfoy appeared confused.
"Sex," Harry
decided that blunt and to the point was probably best, at which his head filled
with the mental image of something else blunt and he had to drag his mind back
to what he was doing. "I decided on my sixteenth birthday that I did not
want to die a virgin, so I found someone to help me out and it\'s a far better
pastime than exploding snap."
Malfoy was still just staring
at him, although he appeared to comprehend that Harry was actually talking about
carnal acts, even if this did not seem to sit well with the Slytherin.
"So, Malfoy, are you
a virgin, or am I leafing through the wrong spell book?" Harry asked lightly.
There were a few more moments
silence as his companion tried to figure out if Harry was nuttier than a fruitcake,
or at least he assumed that was what the pained expressions travelling across
Malfoy\'s face meant, and finally the Slytherin spoke.
"So are you offering
your services, or do you have some Gryffindor damsel in mind willing to give
up their honour for the good of the cause?" Malfoy asked sarcastically.
Harry was impressed that
the Slytherin had pulled together enough poise to pull off haughty disdain.
"I\'ll take that as
a yes," Harry said with a smile. "Actually I was thinking more of
me and someone else."
There was no expression
of immediate disgust on his companion\'s face, which he took as a promising sign,
but neither did Malfoy appear to be jumping at the offer.
"You really are completely
bonkers," the Slytherin said eventually.
Harry laughed.
"Draco," he said
cheerfully, "you don\'t mind if I call you Draco do you? Since I\'m offering
to shag you within an inch of your life, Malfoy just seems unnecessarily formal."
His companion opened his
mouth, blinked once and then appeared to decide against saying anything. Harry
was quite proud of himself; he had rendered the Prince of Slytherin speechless.
"Draco," he started
again, "it may appear as if I\'m a little unhinged..."
"You can say that
again, Potter," the Slytherin said pointedly.
Harry thought about suggesting
that Draco use his first name as well, but on balance decided that that might
be a little too much at this initial encounter. There were some things it was
best not to mess with until a relationship was on firmer ground, and although
a little voice pointed out that sex was one of these, a much louder one spoke
up and told him quite how gorgeous Draco\'s eyes were and shouted down everything
else.
"I am, however, not
now, nor have I ever been," he continued, "well except maybe, for
a little bit, just after Sirius was killed, insane. You could say I\'ve been
liberated."
"By sex?" Draco
sounded very dubious.
"Well not exactly,"
Harry replied honestly, "but close. Sex was just one of the things I\'d
been missing and I\'ve found it rather addictive. The liberation came when I
accepted the fact I\'m going to be dead before I leave school so I might as well
enjoy what time I have left."
That caused another round
of staring from his companion and he waited patiently to hear Draco\'s reaction.
"You\'re sure you\'re
going to die and it cheered you up?" the Slytherin sounded baffled.
"Well I could sit
oundound and mope all day," he replied, "or I can have fun. You should
try it, I mean I know you\'re not going to kick the bucket or anything, but you
can\'t tell me you\'re actually enjoyinfe afe at the moment. There\'s no spark
anymore, even when you tackled Ron yesterday in the corridor, it was like you
were going through the motions. I miss the spark."
He patiently waited for
Draco to dispense with the impression of a fish the Slytherin was engaged in,
smiling cheerfully all the while. He scored himself another point for having
rendered Draco speechless again and grinned when he thought he saw his companion
give up with being outraged and succumb to his logic. It was then that the snake
he had taken to carrying around in his pocket decided to make itself known.
{Is this your mate?} the
small green reptile asked as it slithered out of the extra compartment he had
created for it in the top of his robe. {You smell of desire again.}
They had already had the
conversation about why Harry seemed to be in heat the entire time.
{He will be if I have my
way,} Harry replied in the sibilant tongue that came so naturally to him when
in the company of snakes.
{You find him attractive,}
it was not a question, simply a statement.
{Too right,} he admitted
with a smile and then turned back to Draco.
The change in the Slytherin
was quite incredible; Draco was staring at him, but not in shock; in fact the
blond was sitting there, his mouth slightly open and his pupils dilating with
desire. Draco snapped out of it almost instantly, but Harry had already seen
and he hid the smile that threatened. This was going to fun.
"Potter," Draco
said as if he was rather exasperated with himself for even continuing the conversation,
"we\'re enemies."
"Why?" Harry
countered in a very reasonable tone.
1\">"Because you told
me to shove off in the first year and you got my father locked in Azkaban three
months ago," Draco may have had a point, but rational things had never
stopped Harry before.
"I\'ll give you that,"
he replied honestly, "but we were eleven when we decided to be enemies
and taking it on this long seems rather silly. As for your dad, well, he didn\'t
have to come to the Ministry, and I\'m pretty sure he would have been one of
those giving Voldemort a hand to kill my dad and my mum, which I think swings
the scales in my favour. If I can overlook that I\'m sure you could overlook
the whole locked up, gone completely loopy thing. I mean it does make you the
man of the house, and since you\'re seventeen doesn\'t that give you control of
the family assets?"
Draco\'s expression had
been growing darker and darker throughout Harry\'s entire speech; that was until
he reached the last point, and Harry realised that possibly the bit about the
assets had not actually occurred to Draco before. Being very short of good sides
to most situations he ended up in, Harry was practiced at finding them where
most people might overlook them; it seemed that he had found one which appealed
to his companion.
"He was officially
declared insane last week," Draco said, more to himself than Harry, "which
makes him legally incompetent. Bloody hell."
The Slytherin looked at
Harry with a new hint of respect in his eyes.
"Why didn\'t I think
of that?" Draco asked, genuinely confused.
"Too close to the
whole thing," Harry replied chattily. "I\'ve found it\'s much easier
if you take an objective view and make it your mission in life to enjoy yourself
whenever possible."
His companion rolled his
eyes and shook his head.
"You don\'t give up,
do you, Potter?" Draco commented with an exasperated sigh.
"Well that\'s never
changed, pig headedness runs in the family I understand," he said openly.
"Although I admit that you are incredibly attractive when you brood I find
myself with an overwhelming desire to find out what you look like in the throws
of passion."
Draco\'s features warred
between distaste and interest and Harry was pretty sure the distaste was a trained
in reaction rather than a real one.
"And what makes you
think I would be remotely interested in shagging you, Potter?" the Slytherin
asked pointedly in a rather obvious attempt to divert Harry\'s scrutiny onto
something else.
His reaction appeared to
be embarrassing Draco, but Harry was not about to let his companion off the
hook yet.
"The way you\'ve always
looked at me," he replied bluntly. "I didn\'t really think about it
until I came back to school, I\'mI\'m almost sure you\'ve wanted into my trousers
since fourth year. You also don\'t find girls very interesting as far as I can
tell, and I\'ve seen the way you look at some of the male Quidditch players when
you think no one\'s watching."
It had taken him a while
to analyse all of his memories of Draco; and although he had had to admit to
himself that maybe he had been somewhat obsessed without even realising it,
he also knew that Draco was similarly inclined. The fact that he had come three
times during his analysis of his arch nemesis might have fuelled his enjoyment
of the subject, but he was not about to tell the Slytherin everything.
Draco appeared defeated
and his shoulders slumped.
"Who is your someone
else?" the Slytherin asked as if he was not sure why the words were coming
out of his mouth.
"Fredngeorge,"
Harry said with a triumphant grin.
"That\'s two people,
Potter," Draco said pointedly, "and you really are insane if you think
a Malfoy would ever sleep with a Weaslquotquot;
"Actually I\'ve found
it\'s a lot easier to think of them as one person with two bodies," Harry
countered quickly, "far less confusing and they don\'t seem to mind. At
least I don\'t think they do, maybe I should ask directly, but usually we\'re
far too busy with other things," he realised he was babbling.
"No, Potter,"
the Slytherin said pointedly and stood up. "I am never having sex with
a red haired pauper."
And with that Draco began
to walk away.
"They\'re incredibly
good," Harry said, knowing that Malfoy obstinacy was no match for his.
"I saw stars and passed out the first time; actually done that several
times since too. They seem to know what the other is doing and work in harmony
and you would not believe what it\'s like to have one up your arse and one sucking
on your cock at the same time."
Draco\'s stride faltered
slightly as he walked away and Harry smiled to himself. There was a week until
he needed and answer, he could be patient.
====
Harry\'s campaign to wear
down Draco\'s resolve was very simple and utterly Slytherin even if Harry did
say so himself. Another thing he had decided was that if he really did have
Slytherin cunning it was about time he started using it rather than being afraid
of it. So every time Draco so much as glanced at him Harry mouthed one word:
"stars"; and whenever Draco was in ear shot he whispered a conversation
in Parseltongue to his snake. Over the next week this had an increasing effect
on the besieged Slytherin, from an exasperated look on Sunday to a slightly
pained expression on Tuesday and a very uncomfortable appearing blush and shifting
in his seat on Thursday.
Harry grinned broadly as
after supper Thursday evening, when he was headed back to the common room with
Ron, he caught a glimpse of white blond hair on the person following them out
of the Great Hall.
"Potter, I need to
speak to you," Draco half called, half growled as Harry pretended he hadn\'t
noticed.
He and Ron came to a halt
and his best friend looked at him rather worriedly. Ron had adjusted to the
fact that Harry was gay and Hermione was a lesbian, but only after the pair
had forced several calming potions down his throat. In an effort to be a good
friend Ron was really trying to be supportive and happy for them both, but there
was only so much strain Ron\'s fragile sense of how things ought to be could
take. Harry had not even considered telling him who it was he was sleeping with.
Ron said and Harry realised he was grinning broadly in a rather obvious fashion.
The look of complete horror
on his best friend\'s face was priceless, but Harry managed not to laugh. This
was a moment for tact and for saving Ron\'s sanity.
&;Ron;Ron," he said
firmly, "remember the \'you don\'t ask and I won\'t tell\' rule?"
His friend nodded slowly.
"Best to employ it
now," Harry advised honestly.
Ron\'s eyes flicked to where
Draco was rapidly approaching and Harry could not help feeling a little sorry
for his friend. It must have come as quite a shock when both Ron\'s best friends
had turned out to be alternatively sexually orientated.
"Don\'t ask, won\'t
tell," Ron repeated to himself firmly and drew his body up to his full
height. "Right\'o, Harry," he said with a supportive smile, "I\'ll
be seeing you back at the common room then."
Harry was very proud as
his best friend resolutely walked away. If only Ron hadn\'t been so set in his
ways they could have had great fun together.
"Hello, Draco,"
Harry greeted cheerfully as soon as Ron was out of earshot, "how can I
be of service?"
Okay so maybe not quite
out of earshot if the walking into a wall was anything to go by.
Draco all but growled at
him and the war on the Slytherin\'s features was something to behold. The proper
pureblood part of Draco appeared to be fighting with the baser teenage male
part and the hormonal, less stuffy section of his character seemed to be kicking
its counterpart\'s arse.
"Are they really that
good?" the words were dragged kicking and screaming from Draco\'s mouth
and Harry couldn\'t help grinning.
The question brought mental
images into Harry\'s mind that caused him to grin like a loon; he felt his cock
stirring just at the memory. Fredngeorge were very talented with their hands
... and their tongues ... and...
"Focus, Potter,"
Draco said pointedly.
Snapping back to reality
Harry did have the grace to blush and then leant towards the Slytherin conspiratorially.
"Better than you can
possibly imagine," he replied in a stage whisper, knowing he had won. "I
have it on their authority I\'m quite good myself, but you can always put me
in my place on that point, \'cause that can be fun too."
Draco appeared to be trying
to rationalise the whole sentence and to not be having much luck. Harry patted
him fondly on the arm.
"The Hog\'s Head, two
o\'clock Saturday," he said chattily, and then began walking down the corridor
after Ron, leaving a bemused looking Draco behind him.
There was a lot to be said
for deviousness, and also a lot to be said for a quick trip to the boy\'s loos
to relieve the growing hard-on between his legs before he had to explain it
to Ron. That might just be too much for his best friend\'s delicate psyche.
====
Saturday was a busy day
for Wheasleys\' Wizarding Wheezes, but now he was at school it was the only day
Harry would ever be able to get away, so he had come up with a solution. He
paid for an assistant to work in the shop while its owners were otherwise occupied.
When he had stepped out of the fireplace with Draco shortly behind him there
had been a small case of shock going around. For the first time ever he had
seen Fredngeorge speechless.
"He has the same problem
I had," he had told them and then bodily dragged all three into the other
room.
Standing around awkwardly
looking at each other had not been quite what Harry was hoping for, and eventually
he had become exasperated with his companions.
"Sex," he said
bluntly, pointing at Draco, "now!"
That had started Fredngeorge
moving and under Harry\'s glare they had moved in on Draco. A few kisses and
some serious petting later and all annoyance was gone as Harry considered the
sight of red hair contrasting with white blond. Oh, this was going to be good.
"I\'d like to watch,"
he said as his eyes took in the sight of the twins removing Draco\'s shirt, "at
least to begin with," he added when three pairs of eyes turned to him.
Fredngeorge smiled the
predatory smiles; seemingly back on their game, which these days made Harry
lick his lips in anticipation rather than worry about what was coming next.
They had never hurt him, and he trusted them implicitly; well as much as anyone
would trust pranksters anyway. There had been that time when they had had to
use Finite Incantatum about twelve times to release him from their attentions,
but he definitely wouldn\'t have called that hurt. Oh and of course there was
time they had accidentally put a timed locking charm on a pair of handcuffs
and he\'d been attached to the bed for three hours, but once again the twins
had made up for the inconvenience.
"You sure...Harry?"
Fredngeorge asked as one slipped his arms around Draco to hold him in place
and the other took a step towards Harry. "You know there\'s...a price for...watching."
Harry couldn\'t help the
grin that spread across his face at that; he knew exactly what he was asking.
It was not the first time he had given in to his voyeuristic impulses and he
was more than ready to pay the price; in fact he was looking forward to it.
Draco was looking more nervous by the second, but Harry had no doubt that Malfoy
pride would stop him bolting if nothing else did. It was not done to be seen
high tailing it from a shop in Diagon Alley half dressedont>ont>
"Take off your clothes
then, pet," the half of Fredngeorge closest to him said alluringly.
Harry sent Draco a smile
of encouragement and then set about doing as he was told. Stripping was an art
form he was trying to perfect and he pulled off each garment slowly. Before
he became a regular visitor he had the impression that Fredngeorge had mostly
been about getting naked as quickly as possible, but Harry was of the belief
that if something was worth doing it was worth doing well, and if the way Draco\'s
mouth started to hang open was anything to go by then well was one way to describe
what he was doing. The twin closest to him was licking his lips and admiring
the view as Harry employed careful movements that he usually reserved for flying.
With one last deft flick he sent his underwear sailing in an arc to land in
a pile with the rest of his clothes.
"My, my...Harry,"
Fredngeorge commented as they looked him up and down, focussing on the most
prominent part of his anatomy, "been starting...without us?"
The way Draco shook his
head, closed his eyes and appeared to be thinking hard, Harry assumed that the
whole finishing of sentences thing was getting to him. When the Slytherin opened
his eyes once more the confusion was gone and Harry assumed Draco had gone through
some mental mechanism to help him cope; now there was nothing but pure lust
in those grey eyes. Harry could not help but be pleased with the overall reaction
his companions appeared to be having.
"Couldn\'t help it,"
he replied wantonly; "watching fire play with ice."
Draco began blushing furiously,
which earned him a nibble on the ear and a kiss on the neck from his half of
Fredngeorge, Harry felt himself twitch at the sight.
"On you knees, pet,"
his half of the twins told him and walked behind him, picking the restraints
up from the mantle piece.
"You see, Malfoy,"
the other twin began to explain for Draco\'s benefit, "our Harry...has a
problem," the pair continued together; "he can\'t seem...to do as he\'s...told.
Especially when...that means not...touching himself while...he\'s watching. So
we had to devise...a way to make...sure he didn\'t mis...behave."
As they spoke the twin
behind Harry knelt down and efficiently fastened a collar around his neck, before
moving on to securing his hands together and his ankles and connecting all three
with a chain. Effectively he could no longer move and he had to kneel up with
his back straight or the pulling on his arms could be uncomfortable, and the
collar started to strangle him. If Voldemort ever managed to get him into a
position where he had him trussed up as a prisoner, Harry suspected that his
response might not be quite what it was supposed to be anymore. He couldn\'t
help his mind, really he couldn\'t; his thoughts were like the Hogwarts\' Express,
one track and one destination. He had discovered what it meant to be a hormonal
teenager in one moment and his brain appeared to making up for his whole deprived
childhood with this one stage of his development.
Whhe she second twin returned
to where Draco and his other half were standing, Harry could see the nervousness
growing in the Slytherin. He remembered the excitement and the fear and he licked
his lips in anticipation of seeing the current object of his lust go through
the same thing. Fredngeorge did not take long to strip their prize and Harry
was pretty sure there was no blood left in his brain at all by the time the
pair had Draco naked. The pulsing in his cock was intense and he ached to touch
himself, but of course he couldn\'t. Exquisite torture, that was what it was
and the twins were very practiced at it. If they ever wanted to get out of the
joke business there was a whole other line they could market.
Fredngeorge lavished kisses
and touches all over Draco, who at first stood between them, tense and unyielding,
overwhelmed by the attention. It was the twin in front of him who changed that
by running one hand down over the Slytherin\'s stomach and on down into the white
blond hair below. Harry opened his mouth and panted as he watched Draco collapse
against the twin behind him; it was all Fredngeorge needed to move the action
to the bed. They lowered Draco onto the mattress as the Slytherin finally submitted
to their attentions, moaning as his pride gave way to desire. Harry was entranced,
and rather than lying Draco on his side as they had done Harry the first time,
Fredngeorge pushed the Slytherin on his back, climbing in close to Draco on
both sides.
This gave Harry quite a
view and he thought that his brain might leak out of his ears as he watched
both the twins each run one hand up the inside of Draco\'s thighs, coaxing the
Slytherin\'s legs apart. Breathing became purely optional and muscle control
took a holiday as Harry felt himself shuddering at the sight of his school nemesis
writhing under the touch of possibly the two horniest Gryffindors on the planet,
bar him of course. He had the perfect view of everything Draco had to offer
and if the throbbing in his lower anatomy was anything to go by Harry was sure
he definitely wanted it.
Harry was not a good sub;
he could play the roll up to a point and then lust took over. When his hormones
had the better of him, all bets were off, as Fredngeorge had discovered on a
couple of occasions. The chain was not there for show; it really was to stop
him doing what he\'d been told not to, since when it came to sex Harry had the
self control of a rabbit on Viagra. He had to sit back twice in the space of
less than three minutes and remind himself that cutting off the oxygen to his
brain was not going to help as Fredngeorge made sure that Draco was thoroughly
distracted.
From where he was kneeling
it looked very much as if Draco was turning out to be even more of a wanton
hussy than Harry had been the first time. If the way the Slytherin was moving
to allow the twin\'s access was anything to go by, Draco appeared to have lost
his inhibitions far faster than he had. When half of Fredngeorge reached for
the supplies on the table beside the bed Draco reached up and dragged the other
down to kiss him to make up for the loss; Harry was impressed ... and choking
himself again.
They had played with manual
methods of preparation at times, but a quick spell was far easier at times such
at the current situation. Draco made a delightful squeak when the twin with
the supplies deliberately poked the Slytherin\'s arse with his wand, rattling
off the correct spell in moments, and Harry was almost sure he was going to
kill himself before this was over. Fredngeorge were handling Draco very differently
from the way they had handled him; just as gently, but no where near as delicately.
"We know you...want
this, Malfoy," they told their focus of attention which made Harry\'s cock
twitch like they had it on a string, and when the twin who was kneeling up picked
up the small, cream coloured dildo which he had been intimately familiar with
on several occasions Harry realised that the pair were going straight for the
toys.
With a liberal application
of lube everything was ready and even if he had been able to breathe, Harry
wouldn\'t have bothered as Fredngeorge each took charge of one of Malfoy\'s legs
and pulled them up.
"Ever had...anything
up your...arse, Malfoy?" the twins spoke low and huskily with identical
voices and Harry knew if they were having the same effect on Draco as they were
on him they had better be very careful or this would be over sooner than they
thought. "Know what it...feels...like to be...spread and opened...and entered?"
All the while the twin
in control of the toy played with Draco\'s entrance, lightly touching it with
the tip, giving Harry full view of everything that was going on. When his head
started to swim he decided that perhaps letting the oxygen back to his brain
might be a good idea; after all passing out before the twins had their way with
Draco would be a waste of a wonderful view. As the twin finally, carefully pushed
the object past the tight muscle of Draco\'s arse, eliciting a long, heartfelt
moan from the Slytherin, Harry leant forward so far that he almost ended up
tipping forward, which quite frankly would have been embarrassing. It didn\'t
help that Fredngeorge both looked at him with knowing smile he he strained
against his bonds.
Begging to be released
did come to mind, but Harry knew for a fact that would get him precisely nowhere.
Now that Fredngeorge had him under control they were very unlikely to relinquish
it without very good reason and they were both focussed on Draco at the moment.
One twin had the Slytherin\'s upper body pinned to the bed and was swallowing
all Draco\'s moans with ravishing kisses and the other was stoking the insides
of their victim\'s raised legs and moving the toys in and out, going a little
deeper with each stroke.
When Fredngeorge found
Draco\'s prostate, or the star-spot as Harry had taken to referring to it because
he never failed to see stars, it turned out the Slytherin was stronger than
he looked. The twin kissing him almost lost purchase all together as arms flailed
and Draco bucked off the bed even without the aid of his legs. Harry was pretty
damn sure that it could be said that Draco was very sensitive in that area and
he absently noted that his vision was greying at the edges again and he really
should breathe.
"Oh Merlin,"
Draco groaned out, "what are you doing to me?"
He lost all coherence again
as the toy was reapplied and Harry knew his tongue was hanging out by now.
"He\'s louder than
... Harry," Fredngeorge commented eagerly, "and that...takes some
doing."
They both favoured Harry
with a grin at that, but went back to what they were doing quickly.
"Want some...more,
Malfoy?" the pair continued to concentrate on their willing victim and
the guttural moan they received in reply to their enquiry sent shots of lust
straight to Harry\'s groin.
He was beginning to ache
painfully and beginning to think that the situation was entirely unfair. His
sex swamped brain failed to inform him that it was all his own doing and petulantly
focussed on Draco with a single mindedness that could have been scary. Giving
up oxygen completely seemed like a valid life choice by now and he was seeing
stars without anyone helping him along.
With a whispered word the
charmed toy grew in size a little and Draco vocalised his pleasure at the new
sensation in such a way that Harry almost lost it completely. The toy could
become quite a lot bigger when required, in point of fact up to five times its
original size in very small or larger increments, as he had found out on several
occasions, but from the noises Draco was making at this point it didn\'t need
to do a lot more than it was already doing. The sight of the Prince of Slytherin
writhing on the bed between the Pranksters of Gryffindor was possibly the most
erotic thing Harry had ever seen; and since he\'d been with Fredngeorge he\'d
seen quite a lot.
A little switch that lived
inside Harry at a very deep level and was rarely ever touched flicked on. Rational
thought had left his oxygen starved brain several minutes previously, and watching
Draco plundered; his alabaster angel made to moan and thrash on the bed sent
him that one step further. Harry\'s vision greyed out completely and when his
eyesight swam back in he was standing, all trace of the restraints gone.
The little voice of reason
that he so rarely listened to these days, pointed out to the world in general,
since it knew it would not receive a sensible response from his brain, that
this was really a phenomenon that should be investigated. The rest of him grinned
like a loon and moved towards the bed. Fredngeorge turned to him as one and
both stared.
"Harry," both
bodies said at the same time, obviously shocked, "how...?"
How was a very good question,
but not one that was likely to gain much consideration right at that moment.
"Mine," was the
only coherent word in Harry\'s brain and that didn\'t come out in English; as
he focussed on Draco\'s dripping cock Parseltongue fell from his lips.
The Slytherin\'s eyes had
been tight shut, but at the sound they opened wide, staring at Harry and Draco
came on the spot without anyone so much as having stroked the tip of his erection.
Fredngeorge were looking between Harry and Draco in surprise and then they both
grinned broadly.
"Ooh a kink,"
they said in unison.
By this point Harry really
didn\'t care, his prize was lying on the bed panting, a dildo still firmly up
his arse, and no matter what the plan might have been before, now Harry was
hell bent on claiming the spoils.
"I think...our Harry
wants...his snake," the twins decided correctly, "and, Malfoy...what
Harry wants...Harry gets."
Draco\'s eyes had closed
at his orgasm, but now they opened again, looking up at Harry with a rather
dazed expression. Beautiful grey irises took away anything that was left of
his higher brain and trailed everything to his groin.
The twins had not released
Draco\'s legs and hence the Slytherin was still completely at their mercy. One
half of Fredngeorge smoothly removed the toy and the other cast a quick cleaning
charm, but they did not let Draco move. Harry licked his lips and moved forward;
his prize was waiting. He reached for the pot of lubricant that was on the bed,
but the twin closest to it picked it up first.
"You have to...let
us help, Harry," Fredngeorge told him playfully and the one with the lube
took a large dollop on his fingers and leant towards Harry.
When those slick fingers
connected with his cock his single mindedness almost forked into other desires
as well, especially when the other twin leaned in to help at the same time.
The only thing that kept Harry focussed were the grey eyes watching him in abject
fascination, which short circuited every other idea in his head. He moaned uncontrollably
as Fredngeorge coated his throbbing erection and it took every ounce of willpower
he had not to spiral towards the edge.
"Now you...r...ready,
Harry," the twins purred and lowered their lube covered hands to Draco\'s
waiting arse.
In tandem they ran their
slick fingers down Draco\'s cleft and spread him, offering him like a sacrifice.
Harry needed no other encouragement and he moved in, leaning over Draco and
lining himself up. The head of his cock bumped at the Slytherin\'s entrance and
for the first time he saw a touch of fear in the grey eyes that refused to look
away.
"Relax," he hissed,
the word coming out in Parseltongue again and Draco\'s head went back, the grey
eyes closed and Harry pushed in.
The grunt of discomfort
was expected and he paused, just about clawing on to his self control. The expression
on Draco\'s face was such a mixture of pain and pleasure that the urge to make
the Slytherin scream was almost overpowering. Harry mind was a strange place
caught between the joy of dominance and the desire to see Draco thrash in the
grip of another orgasm as soon as possible. While his brain had its own little
war his body decided to take matters into its own hands, pushing forward and
into the accepting orifice.
There was good, and then
there was mind blowing and the feeling of tight muscles all around his cock
was definitely the latter. At this rate he didn\'t think he\'d ever have a coherent
thought again and he didn\'t care. Thinking was over rated; all he had to do
was ask his cock for confirmation of that truth.
In one way, sex was rather
like flying as far as Harry was concerned: he was a natural. Moving slowly he
gently began to build up a rhythm and when he angled the thrusts so that they
were hitting Draco\'s star-spot every time he was pretty sure that without the
silencing charm on the room they would have been able to hear the Slytherin
back at Hogwarts.
Eventually, burying himself
deep in Draco, Harry focused on his lover\'s straining erection and knew without
a doubt that all it would take was a couple of strokes and Draco would be coming
again. At his glance one of the twins moved to oblige and Harry found himself
all but snarling at him; the hand was withdrawn quickly.
fact that Draco was willing to beg said a great deal, after all Malfoys did
not beg and Harry could not help his triumphant smile.
"Since you asked so
nicely," he replied in Parseltongue and Draco moaned in complete bliss.
"There once was a white blond haired dragon, who liked to hear speeches
in Parseltongue, speaking like a snake, did it for the drake, and gave him a
permanent hard on."
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Harry had been working
on the rhyme for a while and it just jumped to his lips even though it did not
scan in Parseltongue. It did the job perfectly; Draco came like a freight train
and the clenching of his arse was almost painful as it sent Harry right over
the edge with him. How or why Harry could look on Draco\'s cock as a snake was
not something he had time to consider as reality took a short break.
"Wow...they really
have...a thing for Parseltongue...don\'t they," Fredngeorge said cheerfully
as Harry collapsed on Draco and the twins finally released the Slytherin\'s legs.
Sensible movement and thought
was a far away thing for Harry, but eventually he found himself lying in a sprawling
heap on the bed next to an equally sprawled Draco. That had been better than
he had ever hoped and he smiled to himself in a very pleased manner. Only when
a hand wandered over his arse did he remember that there were four of them in
the room.
"What did you do with
the collar, pet?" one half of Fredngeorge asked quietly in his ear.
Harry had no idea, but
from the tone of the question he didn\'t think he was actually supposed to answer;
he knew that tone of voice and he wondered absently if he\'d actually be able
to walk fHogsHogsmeade to Hogwarts once the twins were finished with him.
"We didn\'t tell you,
you could join in, did we?" the other half of Fredngeorge said in the same
manner.
"You were bad...Harry,"
they started tag teaming him, "which means we...can do anything we...like."
Harry groaned.
The End