Rimshots: Bad Griffyndor!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, cept the puter what spawned this.

Thanks To: Ali, for THUDding, and Mel, beta extraordinaire, for picking out the excess commas. Any other mistakes are mine.


Act One


“Seamus…”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Harry, I can’t,” the dark haired Irishman said.

This conversation was taking place in the Gryffindor dorms on a Friday
night. The subject, upon which Seamus refused to elaborate, was the
Friday Night Fuck-A-Thon that Slytherin House hosted. It was considered
an honor to be invited. Seamus had participated a total of five times,
usually staggering back to the dorm well after 2am, looking thoroughly
fucked. Try as they might, the Gryfs could not get Seamus to tell them
what had happened there.

Harry had been invited by none other than Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin
Sex God himself, earlier that day in Potions class. Seamus immediately
recognized the green parchment used for such invites, and proceeded to
smirk at Harry for the rest of the period.

Harry had come out after the fall of Voldemort. With all the Death
Eaters either dead or imprisoned, the entire Wizarding world had heaved a
collective sigh of relief. The effect that this had on the children of the
DE’s was, in a word, astounding. It seemed that Draco had mobilized
his house after his father presented him to Lord Voldemort as a
ready-to-be-Marked Death Eater, as well as the Dark Lord’s catamite. Draco
being, well, Draco, triggered the portkey that he had taken to wearing, and
with a “Your consideration is appreciated, fuck you very much,” was
whisked back to Hogwarts. After a lengthy discussion, much of it under
Veritaserum, Draco swore his allegiance to the Light, and brought his
year mates with him. It was this that caused Harry to look at Draco,
really look at him, for the first time in years.

What he saw was a young man who had finally pulled his well-coifed head
out of his arse and had begun to think for himself, instead of parroting
his father. Oh, make no mistake, Draco was still Draco, scourge of
Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs alike, master of snark and smirk, but now he
was also the star of Harry’s nightly fantasies.

Harry often wondered what Draco was hiding under those heavy robes.
The closest he had come to finding out was the Quidditch uniforms that
they both wore, the ones with the arse-defining trousers. Harry watched
as often as he could, sometimes sneaking down to the pitch under his
Invisibility cloak. It was during one of these clandestine missions that
Harry decided to follow the Slytherin team into the locker rooms. And
it was there that he lost his cock to Draco Malfoy.

As the room cleared out, Draco headed for the showers, thinking that he
was finally alone. Oh, sure, Draco was a bit of exhibitionist; who was
he kidding, he put on shows for the Fuck-A-Thons, but he preferred to
shower alone. As he stripped, Harry held his breath, watching as the
Ice Prince was revealed. He appeared to be carved from alabaster; no sun
touched Draco’s pale skin. Long limbs, toned from hours of practice on
the pitch, muscular chest and well defined abs, and a very nice cock
nestled in pale blond curls. Harry thought he had died and gone to
heaven, thanking whatever gods there were for creating such a vision. When
he could stand it no longer, he bolted for the Gryffindor common room
and up to his bed, where he proceeded to have the wank of his life.


“Seamus, you know I’m crushing for Draco, can’t you at least tell me
what to expect?”

“Look, Harry,” Seamus sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, “all I can
tell you is that the reason I get invited back so often is because I
can keep a secret. I will say this, no one gets hurt, and a good time is
had by all.”

“Fine, be that way. At least help me figure out what to wear,” Harry
said, heading for his wardrobe.

“When in doubt, wear green,” Seamus grinned. “It’s their house color,
and you happen to look hot in it.”

“Thanks,” Harry smiled, selecting a dark green silk shirt and black
denim jeans. He headed off to the showers to get ready.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seamus took it upon himself to escort Harry down to the dungeons. He
tried to ease Harry’s nerves along the way by cracking jokes. When this
didn’t work, he decided to part with information.

“Harry,” he began, pulling him aside into an alcove yards from the
Slytherin common room, “I have two things to tell you that aren’t a breach
of the secrecy code.”

“Let‘s hear it, then.”

“First, I happen to know that Malfoy has the hots for you.”

“W-what?” Harry stammered. “How do you know this?”

“I overheard him talking to Blaise. He was going on about how he had
wanted to invite you before, but he was afraid that you wouldn’t go. He
also said that he’s liked you for almost a year now, and he thought
that you guys might have a chance.”

“Whoa,” Harry breathed, leaning against the stone wall.

“There’s one more thing,” Seamus continued.

“What?”

“Rimming.”

Harry cocked an eyebrow. “Rimming?”

“Yeah. Draco can’t get anyone to do it.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m serious. The only one who’s come close is Blaise, and he bailed
at the last minute.” Seamus looked down at the floor. “I shouldn’t
have told you that. That’s sort of breaking the code.”

“Not if I don’t tell anyone,” Harry smirked, eyes shining. Seamus
looked at him, mouth agape.

“Harry, you are such a freak.”

Harry smiled.

“So you…have you…” Seamus trailed off.

“I’ve been told that I’m very good at it,” Harry said, his smile
broadening.

“Did I mention that it’s okay to discuss things with someone who’s
already been there?” Seamus confided.

“We’ll see,” Harry replied with a wink. He straightened and headed for
the common room down the corridor. Looking at the invitation in his
hand, he muttered the password with a laugh. “Draco rocks my world.”

“And indeed he may,” Seamus laughed. “Good luck, mate.”

Harry entered the Serpent’s Lair, spirits high.


Act Two

The only light in the Slytherin common room came from the fireplace
and a few candles distributed around the room. Harry walked into the room and
froze.

Bodies were scattered around the room, most in advanced stages of
undress. Blaise Zabini lolled in an armchair, trousers gone, Theo
Nott’s face in his crotch. Theo’s head bobbed up and down as Blaise
moaned in appreciation. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode were
completely naked, engaged in a sweaty sixty-nine. Draco strolled up behind Harry
and whispered in his ear.

“Enjoying the show?” he drawled.

“Well,” Harry said, stepping aside to look at the blond, “not that I
really get off on watching women, but…”

“But what?” Draco queried.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone go about muff-diving as
enthusiastically as those two,” Harry replied, gesturing at the loudly moaning
couple.

Draco snorted, and wandered over to the bar. “Drink?” he asked.

“Yes, thanks,” Harry answered, watching as Draco poured measured shots
into two glasses. He handed one to Harry, and motioned to the large
sofa in the center of the room. “So,” he said as he sank into the soft
leather cushions, “why me?”

“Because I want you,” Draco said, cutting right to the chase. “And I
always get what I want.”

“Do you?” Harry said, staring into silver eyes.

“Yes, I do,” Draco answered. “Don’t you want me?”

Harry looked down at his drink, finger circling the rim of the glass.
It was now or never, he thought. Pushing all doubt and uncertainty to
the side, he returned his gaze to Draco. “More than you know.”

Draco smiled, melting Harry’s heart. “How do you feel about
exhibitionism?”

“You mean do I mind having it off with you in front of everyone?”
Harry asked.

Draco nodded.

“Not at all,” Harry grinned. “Although, do you really want your mates
to hear you scream like a girl?”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “You think you can make me? Scream like a
girl, I mean.”

“When I get done with you,” Harry said, lowering his voice and moving
closer to Draco, “you’ll be lucky if you can remember what year it is.”

Draco shivered. “BLAISE!!” he yelled, and was answered with a long,
drawn out groan. “ZABINI, GET OVER HERE NOW!!”

“Fucking hell, Draco,” Blaise grumbled, grabbing his boxers and walking
over to the sofa. “I was trying to get off.”

“You were done,” Draco said dismissively. “I’d recognize that death
rattle of yours anywhere. Harry’s ready to take the oath. Where’s the
vial?”

“Just a sec.” Blaise went to search for his trousers. Harry turned
back to Draco. “Oath?”

“Yes. You have to swear that what happens in this room stays in this
room. The only people you can discuss this with are people that have
been here.”

“Okay, but…why all the secrecy?” Harry asked, brows drawn into a frown.

Blaise came back, holding a vial of pale pink liquid. He handed it to
Draco.

“This,” Draco explained, holding the vial up for inspection, “is a very
strong aphrodisiac, made from Mandrake root.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up. One of the things that he had learned after
second year Herbology that Professor Sprout had neglected to mention was that
the Mandrake root was used to prolong the act of lovemaking, and if too
much was taken, a painful death would ensue.

“Draco, that’s…illegal.”

“No, it isn’t. You can purchase this at any apothecary, but,” he
emphasized, “it is illegal to sell this to any wizards under the age of 18.”

“And where did you get this?” Harry asked.

“Professor Snape.”

“WHAT??” Harry choked.

“Professor Snape brewed this for us. He only lets us have it for
Friday nights, and if anyone were to find out, he’d be in big trouble. I
mean, serious trouble, Harry. That’s why we are very careful who we
invite, and why we insist on a secrecy oath.”

“I see.” Harry pondered this information. “So, what’s the oath?”

“You’ll do it?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” Harry held out his wand hand. Draco pointed his wand at
Harry’s palm, and spoke.

“Do you agree to keep the secrets of the Serpent’s Lair?” Draco
intoned.

“I swear,” Harry said.

“Do you swear upon penalty of pain that you will not divulge the
knowledge of the draught you are about to take?” Draco continued.

“I swear,” Harry repeated, wincing as a burning pain lanced across his
wand hand. He flexed his fingers as the fleeting pain ebbed.

“Blaise, if you will.”

Blaise removed the stopper on the vial, revealing a dropper. He drew
the liquid into the dropper, and stepped in front of Harry.

“Stick out your tongue,” Draco instructed. “And don’t swallow.”

Harry did as he was told, as Blaise placed three drops of liquid on his
tongue. Harry drew his tongue into his mouth, resisting the urge to
swallow. It tasted strongly of cinnamon. Blaise administered the same
dose to Draco, then retreated back to Theo. Draco drew Harry to him,
snaking a hand behind his head, and leaned in. Harry moved closer,
sliding his arms around Draco’s shoulder and waist as their lips met.
Mouths opened, tongues collided and the draught was shared. Harry pulled
back quickly, before the kiss could deepen.

“What?” Draco panted.

“How long?”

“It’ll kick in after five minutes, and last for about three hours.
And,” Draco continued, moving closer again, “after you come, you’re hard
again. Now, shut up and kiss me properly.”

Harry straddled Draco’s hips and tipped the blond head to rest against the
back of the sofa. With Draco’s smooth neck exposed, Harry leaned in to
kiss, suck and nibble at the warm flesh. He licked a line to Draco’s
jaw, sliding his fingers into the silky blond strands and captured his
lips.
Draco moaned slightly as Harry’s lips slid against his own, soft and
unhurried. Harry sucked at Draco’s bottom lip, drawing his tongue over
it. When Draco gasped, Harry attacked.

Harry slid his tongue into the blond’s mouth, tasting cinnamon, Scotch
and Draco. He slowly mapped his mouth, teasing, retreating and drawing
Draco’s tongue out in invitation. Draco took his time, tasting Harry.
He tasted of wind and rain, and the promise of sex. Draco slid slowly
into a reclining position, drawing Harry on top of him. When their
erections brushed, they both moaned loudly. Harry kissed Draco
passionately, breaking to suckle his neck, back to his lips, tongue tracing the
shell of his ear, and back again.

“Harry…” Draco moaned. Both boys could feel the potion beginning to
work, pulses speeding up and bodies becoming hot. Harry drew away,
sitting back on his knees and trying to slow his breathing. Draco’s hands
moved to undo the buttons on his shirt, and Harry shrugged out of it.
Draco sat up to place kisses on the exposed flesh, drawing a nipple
between his lips and sucking hard. Harry arched into Draco, a low groan
escaping. Again he drew away.

“I want you naked,” Harry breathed. “Now.” He stood and began to
remove his clothes. Trousers and socks flew, a shoe ended up across the
room. Harry stared at Draco before grabbing him and throwing him bodily
to the sofa.

Skin met skin as both boys moaned loudly and began to move. Draco
wrapped his legs around Harry’s calves to align their cocks and pressed up
into Harry. Kissing open-mouthed, they urged each other on, Harry
grinding his hips down into Draco’s, panting harshly, both crying out with
each thrust. Draco grabbed Harry’s ass, pulling the brunet closer.
Harry thrust once, twice, and with a hoarse shout, came explosively,
coating their torsos. He reached between them, and with the help of the
dampness between them, stroked Draco to a moaning, groaning messy climax. He lowered himself to Draco, kissing him softly.

“Gods, Draco,” Harry whispered. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

“Yeah, it was,” Draco replied, muttering a cleaning charm.

“No,” Harry corrected, smoothing Draco’s hair from his forehead. “I
meant you. You’re beautiful.”

As experienced as Draco was, as many lovers as he’d had, no one had ever
said those words to him, not like this. He drew the backs of his fingers
over Harry’s cheek.

“So are you.”


Act Three

It was slower this time.

The first time was urgent, demanding, both wanting that first release
out of the way, so that they could take more time to explore.

Draco moved over Harry’s body, lips seeking, fingers stroking, tongue
tasting and teeth nibbling. Remembering the way Harry had responded to
having his nipples sucked, Draco set to again. He slowly drew his
tongue over the nubs, nipping with pursed lips, soothing with soft licks.
He smiled at the way Harry writhed under him. Everything that the
Gryffindor did, whether it be Quidditch or spell work, even arguing and
fighting, was done to the extreme. So it stood to reason that Harry would
respond in a similar manner to the act of sex. He moaned loudly, he
kissed passionately, and Draco was hoping that he fucked with a
vengeance. He slid down to Harry’s thighs, painting a wet stripe up the insides
towards Harry’s balls, only to turn and suck down the other side. This
drew louder groans and colorful language from his partner, and Draco
grinned. What he really wanted, what he craved, was for Harry to
dominate him. Being the Sex God of Slytherin was tiring work, and for once,
just once, he wouldn’t mind taking the backseat. He snickered at his
choice of words.

“Draco, will you stop playing around and suck me?” Harry cried out.
Yep, Draco thought, extreme indeed. He took Harry’s cock into his mouth,
lapping at the pre-come. He drilled the slit with his tongue, sweeping
it up and down the length. When he swallowed Harry whole, he was
rewarded with the sweetest of moans.

“Oh gods,” Harry cried, thrusting into the warm wet mouth, “Please,
more, Draco.”

Draco sucked in earnest, first drawing the length in, then releasing,
mouthing Harry’s balls and back to start over again. He placed his
hands under Harry, cupping his ass, allowing Harry to fuck his mouth.

“Draco, gods,” Harry cried, spilling his seed down the blond’s throat,
losing himself in the sensation. Draco swallowed it all, and released
Harry’s softening cock with one last kiss. He crawled up the
Gryffindor’s body, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Good?” he asked.

Harry responded by pulling him closer and kissing him soundly. He fell
back to the cushions to catch his breath. Heart rate slowing, he winked
at Draco. “My turn.” He sat up, bringing Draco with him. He pushed
the Slytherin to the back of the sofa, facing him, and took his cock in
slowly. He relished the taste, the smell, the feel of Draco, and willed
himself to go slowly.

“I seem to recall you saying something about making me scream like a
girl,” Draco panted, sliding his cock in and out of Harry’s mouth. He
whined when Harry pulled off.

“I did, didn’t I?” Harry smirked. He stood, looking down at Draco.
“Turn around, spread your legs,” Harry ordered.

Draco did as he was bid. He rested his head on his arms and waited. He wondered if tonight was the night. From the beginning, from the very first Fuck-a-Thon, Draco had been searching for the right person. No, scratch that. What he wanted was an equal, someone who would give as good as they got. The perfect partner in all ways, intellectually as well as sexually. Being a bit kinky wouldn’t hurt, either. Maybe Harry would fulfill those requirements. The next few hours would tell.

He felt Harry’s mouth on his shoulder, open mouthed kisses placed along
his spine. He purred as Harry massaged his back, relaxing under the
ministrations, and cried out softly as Harry cupped his ass, kneading the
flesh, spreading his cheeks apart. Harry tilted Draco’s hips upwards,
licking a path from the base of his cock, around his balls, and back to
his perineum. And then, something new. Something…“Oh, Merlin,” Draco
whimpered, as he felt Harry’s tongue swipe past his opening.

The taste was sharp, musky yet sweet; the taste of Draco. Harry parted
the cheeks more and swiped over the pink opening again. With a groan,
he laved the hole, licking, kissing, administering small nips to the
sides. His cock was killing him, hard and aching to sink into the blond,
but not yet. Not until he made Draco scream. With that thought, Harry
began The Debauching of Draco Malfoy.

Harry burrowed in, licking softly, over and over, sucking lightly. He
furled his tongue and breached the hole, more of the bittersweet flavor
bursting over his taste buds. And Draco screamed.

“Harry!” he sobbed, thrusting his ass against Harry’s face, seeking
more of that feeling, that wetness. His cries managed to seep into the
besotted brains of the others in the room.

“Bloody hell,” Blaise breathed, taken in by the sight of Harry’s face
buried in Draco’s ass. The wet, slurping sounds went straight to his
cock, which he grabbed and began to stroke, only to be batted away by
Theo, who took over. Pansy and Millicent crawled over, enthralled by the
sight of their leader losing all composure.

“Harry, please, please, pleasepleaseohgodspleee…” Draco howled, tears
streaming down his face. He’d wanted this, oh Gods how he’d wanted
someone to do this to him, to suck him, to eat him from the inside out. He
reached down to relieve the pressure in his cock, but Harry stopped
him.

“No,” Harry said. “Blaise, grab his hands. Don’t let him touch
himself.”

Blaise obliged, wanting nothing more than to see Draco lose his mind,
to come without any stimulation other than what Harry was doing. He’d
never seen anything so hot before.

Harry continued, face wet, tongue breaching, reaching, withdrawing,
short jabs paired with sucking kisses, lapping at the rim. His hands
rubbed Draco’s thighs, moving from front to back. He was lost in ecstasy,
awash in the sight and smell and sounds of Draco, who sobbed full out,
who sucked in enough air to scream again and again, who was finally
reduced to babbling.

“Harrypleasepleasefuckmefuckmefuckmeplease Harry” were the only coherent
thoughts that Draco could muster. He felt the familiar tightening of his
balls, and with a broken “Gods, Harry” exploded, come spurting thickly
onto the back of the sofa and Draco’s lower abdomen. He was done,
completely and utterly done. He fell bonelessly to his side, panting
harshly.

Harry accio’d a towel from the bar to wipe his face, and muttered a
cleaning charm over them both. He leaned over and patted Draco on the
thigh.

“We’re not done yet,” he said teasingly.

Draco groaned.


Act Four

“On your hands and knees,” Harry ordered again.

“Isn’t it your turn?” Draco muttered.

“Yes, and I’m using my turn to fuck you. Now get down.”

“Fine,” Draco said, assuming the position. He looked over his
shoulder. “Don’t think for a moment that this makes me your bitch or
anything.”

Harry laughed, leaning forward and placing a kiss on Draco’s shoulder.
“But you are my bitch,” he said jokingly.

Draco rewarded Harry’s cheek with the Malfoy Death Glare.

“I hope you don’t think that scares me,” Harry said, reaching for the
lube and rubbing it onto himself. He moved closer. “Ready to eat the
floor?”

“You sure are full of yourself, Potter,” Draco smirked.

“No,” Harry replied, thrusting himself into Draco balls deep, drawing
a shout from Draco, “you’re full of myself.” He closed his eyes,
feeling the heat of Draco surround his cock. He was so hot inside, like
standing in front of a roaring fire. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, your
ancestors will feel it.”

Draco whimpered.

Harry began to thrust, hard, fast, deep. He watched as his cock
disappeared into the beautiful blond, smiled at the hoarse cries coming from
him. He angled his strokes, and knew when he found Draco’s prostate,
because Draco let him know it.

“Ohhh fuck,” Draco screamed. He had never been taken like this, never.
No one dared to treat him like this, to fuck him like this. And it was
about bloody time. Harry had made his deepest desires come true this
night, and there was no way that this would be a one-off. He lay his
forehead on the sofa seat, as all the blood in his body pooled in his
cock. “Fuck me harder Harry, please,” he moaned.

Harry stopped, out of breath. “No.” He pulled out.

“What? No, don’t stop,” Draco whined.

Harry grabbed a pillow from the sofa, and transfigured it into a
mattress. He carefully rolled Draco onto his back in the center of it.
“Like this,” Harry said softly. He kissed Draco softly, deeply. “I
want to see you. I want to watch you come.” He slid back into that
welcoming heat.

Long, slow thrusts replaced the frenetic coupling of a few moments ago.
Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist, and met him stroke for
stroke. “Yessss,” Draco moaned. He’d been sucked, fucked and rimmed, and
now he was being made love to. “So good, Harry, oh so good,” he
sighed.

Harry could feel his orgasm building, and reached down to grasp Draco’s
cock. He rubbed and twisted, thumb running over the weeping head.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

“Yes, Harry, yes, yes,” Draco cried, coming for the fourth time that
night, ropes of pearly liquid coating his abdomen and Harry’s hand.
Harry followed with a deep groan, pouring himself into Draco. He collapsed
on top of him, fingers twined in Draco’s silky mane. “Mine,” he said.

“Oh, my giddy aunt,” Theo said. The others nodded.

Draco turned to face Harry, taking his face in his hands and kissed
him. “Yours,” he concurred.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry sat on the well-used sofa, slipping his feet into his boots. The
others had staggered up to bed, leaving Draco and Harry alone. He
glanced at the blond next to him.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked uncertainly.

Draco dropped his head to Harry’s shoulder. “Yes. Did you?”

“Mmm hmm.” Harry kissed Draco’s forehead. “I had a great time.”
Draco laughed. “I think everybody did.” He stood and held a hand out
to Harry, pulling him to his feet and wincing slightly.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist.

“Hell, no,” Draco retorted. “My ass is killing me.”

Harry giggled, taking the blond’s lips. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Anytime, baby. Anytime.”





Curtain Call

Harry quietly entered the Gryffindor dorm room, making his way to his
bed, when a whisper stopped him.

“Harry.”

“Seamus?”

“Yeah.” A soft light filtered through the closed hangings. Harry
stepped over and sat on the end of Seamus’ bed.

“How was it?”

“Sorry, Seamus, I can’t tell you,” Harry smirked.

“You arsehole! Come on, tell!”

“It was…” Harry searched for an appropriate word. He smiled. “Let’s
just say that Draco won’t be participating after tonight.”

“What?!?” Seamus exclaimed.

“Not unless I’m there,” Harry continued. “He’s mine.”

“You…you conquered the Prince of Slytherin? How?” Seamus asked.

Harry got up and made for his own bed, but not before whispering with a
wide grin, “Rimming.”

Seamus’ quiet laughter followed Harry. “Bad Gryffindor!”

~fin~