Talk Parseltongue to me!

Harry had to practice speaking Parseltongue if he wanted to defeat Voldemort. This fact was undisputed amongst the members of the Order. The last Horcrux was stored somewhere in or on Nagini and Harry needed to be able to speak to her to be able to get close enough to destroy her. Hermione was quite disturbed that it was going to take a moment of animal cruelty to aid Harry, but after weeks of debate between the Order and the trio, he had gone into the garden and surrounding parks and colleted a variety of snakes that were being housed in a reptile tank in one of the spare bedrooms. Harry’s original plan had been to search for the boa constrictor he had once befriended in the zoo on Dudley’s birthday because if Harry couldn’t stave off Voldemort while he took care of Nagini, the boa could help by strangling Tom just enough to render him incapable of hexing Harry. After all, the snake did owe him a favor. But logistically this was impossible and so the local snakes had to suffice.

Harry did not want to be a Parselmouth so he was hesitant to practice the skills necessary to speak to Nagini. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get the last Horcrux, he did, but after three years of working to find all of them after Dumbledore’s death, Harry was tired. He wanted the whole thing to be done and over with so he could have his life back. Walking into the bedroom where the snakes lay, he could have sworn he heard “oof” but no one was in the room.

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Draco Malfoy had been living at number twelve, Grimmauld Place and it was pure torture. His crush since fifth year on Harry continued to simmer, but he was too nervous, or too scared or too damn girly to do anything about it. He wasn’t a Gryffindor, after all. So he sat in the background and watched Harry laugh and play games with his friends. He watched him work along side of his friends. Draco often sat alone. The Golden Trio may have accepted that he wasn’t evil and was now working for the Order, but it didn’t mean they had to like it, or him.

When Harry was off with his friends, Draco liked to come into the room where the snakes were being housed and watch them. Harry’s Parselmouth abilities were just one more thing to be envious of, according to Draco. The snakes liked to sleep and were boring to watch at times, but what else was there to do? They were his only friends.

So Draco was in the room hanging out with the snakes when he decided to go into the closet to grab a warm blanket to sit on. As he reached inside, the main door swung open, pushing the closet door to near closed and knocking him into the closet. He made an “oof” noise, but thankfully Harry didn’t seem to have heard.

Draco was going to burst out of the closet, what fun it would be to scare Potter! Any reaction from Harry was better than none and Draco had found he could still get Harry’s attention when he mocked him. He was waiting in anticipation for the perfect moment when, suddenly, he heard Harry speaking in the syllabic speaking of Parseltongue.

Now to Draco it didn’t matter what he was saying to the snakes, he couldn’t understand it anyway, but abruptly his eyes widened and his body started to react to the smooth tones in Harry’s voice. The tones in his voice went straight to Draco’s cock. It almost was like Harry was getting his cock to rise rather than the snakes. Well, this was new!

Draco shifted, trying to will his erection away. He peeked out o the door to see where Harry was. Maybe he could sneak out before it got any more difficult to walk. Looking just beyond the door, Harry was kneeling on the floor in front of the reptile tank.

Oh what a horrible, stimulating sight! Harry was on his knees, not five feet away, whispering words of something that was going straight to Draco’s cock, hardening it more and more by the second. If only Harry would kneel before him and speak, or do something else with that delicious tongue!

Draco listened and was trying desperately to ignore his growing problem as Harry continued. As his voice lilted over the syllables, Draco realized that if he couldn’t ignore it, maybe he could help it. He grabbed his cock and squeezed, just to let off a little pressure. Oh, God. That felt good! One more squeeze and…oh Fuck...oh God. Was he really going to hide in this closet and masturbate with Harry just a few feet away? Peeking out the crack in the door again, Draco decided that, yes that was exactly what he was going to do.

Slowly, soundlessly, Draco slipped his hands into his cotton trousers and nearly screamed with the incredible feeling of touching himself. It had been too long, nearly a week, and he didn’t know if he could hold off his orgasm very long. He started to stroke himself with his left hand as he watched Harry shift in front of him and begin to speak again. Draco opened his mouth so that his breathing was silent and slowly fingered the head of his cock; gliding his nail down the length of it and pulling hard on the way back up. His other hand slid up under his shirt to his left nipple and he found himself teasing and squeezing it, much in the same rhythm of his other hand.

Draco’s finger slid into the slit and his hips rocked forward, hand bumping the door open by a few centimeters! He nearly had a heart attack as Harry turned quickly in the direction of the closet and looked to see if anyone had come into the room. When he turned back, Draco closed his eyes in relief. Draco was wanking in a closet with Potter not five feet away and he was going to expose himself because he couldn’t control his hips? Not likely.

Potter began speaking again and Draco had to hold back a moan. Fuck, if he only knew what it did to Draco! He began to slide his hand up and down again, going a bit faster this time. His right hand once again started teasing his nipples and once in a while drew up to push his hair back. Draco began to rock his hips, much more gently than last time, as Harry’s voice grew stronger and louder. Harry was definitely taking command of the room and of Draco’s need to come.

Draco began to softly whimper in need and chanced a look out to see if Harry was still in front of the cages. He was, standing now, and Draco could feel the power of Harry radiating through the room. His hand pumped faster yet and he closed his eyes, knowing he was just moments away from a fanfuckingtastic high. He twisted his hand to really feel the stroke when he heard Harry yell, “Fuck!”

And Fuck indeed; as Draco’s orgasm burst from him, spraying the door in front of him in long sheets of milky white come. Draco’s eyes were closed and as his heart slowed to a normal beat, he was terrified to open them knowing Harry had heard if not seen everything. In fact, Draco was sure that Harry would be standing right in front of him when he opened his eyes, staring in horror or in ridiculing pleasure.

He sat, motionless in the closet, for a few minutes before opening his eyes and risking a look into the room. It was empty. The room was empty. Apparently after Harry had yelled, he had left the room and Draco’s intimate moment was his own. A strange emotion flooded him and as he tucked himself back into his trousers and wiped the door with his sleeve he wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was relief at not being caught, or utter disappointment at being alone.