Wank Biscuit

.... or The True Tri-Wizard Tournament

“Harry, pass the biscuits, please,” Draco asked leaning back in his chair. It was a lazy evening in the Hufflepuff common room. No tests, no classes, or assemblies were planned for the next few days. Nothing but rest and relaxation were on the schedule.

“Chocolate or shortbread?” Harry asked around a mouthful of chocolate biscuit. He still wore a milk mustache above his lip. Draco had to admit it looked strange on such a tanned person, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to lick it off.

“Fuck Potter!” Cedric exclaimed. “You’ve nearly eaten the whole box! Wanker!” He reached over and hefted the milk pitcher. “And the milk’s gone too!”

“Shortbread,” Draco replied politely. Even though he was a guest of these two lower-class imbeciles who couldn’t complete a sentence without a swear word, it wouldn’t be polite to rebuke his hosts. Just one more stupid idea of the headmaster; having three or four students from different houses meet for tea or a snack. Supposedly, it was to foster intra-house friendships. So far, the only thing that Draco had got from it was stomach ache from the rock-like biscuits he’d been served by Ravenclaw. Gryffindor had been a little better, but the cloying sweetness had almost made him vomit. At least Hufflepuffs were good for something!

Harry shrugged and tossed two of the shortbread biscuits to Draco. “Well, it’s not like we can’t get more.”

“Well, it’s not often I get the common room to myself. Always someone about nattering on about the Tri-wizard Championship, or what a wanker Potter is, or going on about you, Draco,” Cedric said. “I’m not going anywhere. My arse is firmly planted on this sofa,” he added resolutely.

Draco raised his eyebrows. “Oh, and what do they say about me?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin on his hand. “My heart’s all aflutter just waiting to hear what some Hufflepuff has to say about me.” The last remark was punctuated with batting eyelashes and a simpering look on Draco’s face.

“Shit Malfoy. It’s all over the school. You, the Slytherin ice prince, sex god extraordinaire… a faggot!” Harry exclaimed with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Now, you know that’s not entirely true,” Draco said mildly, settling back in the chair. It was a typical Hufflepuff chair, far too squishy for his liking, but not too bad. “Besides, I’ve heard the same thing about you Potter,” Draco remarked before taking a bite of the shortbread.

Harry turned a brilliant shade of red, and started to choke. Cedric leaned over and gave him a hardy slap on the back, causing Harry to gasp and cough up the offending piece of half-chewed sweet. “Probably not the best idea to stuff so many in your mouth without something to wash it down,” Cedric said, watching Harry slowly return to normal. “If someone hadn’t drank all the milk, I’d have a little more.”

“You know, Diggory…you’re just about the most pathetic person I’ve ever met. Can’t eat a biscuit without milk. Merlin!” Draco said in his most sneering voice. He almost had them. He’d seen them the other day in the bath tossing each other off. Potter with his eight inch cock, being tugged by Cedric. And Cedric, at least seven and a half inches give or take a bit, being stroked by the Boy Who Sucked. Right… he’d seen that too. Draco snorted. He stood up and tossed his last biscuit on the low table between the three of them. “I’ll give you something you can have with your cookie.” With a flourish, Draco undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor, his boxer shorts quickly following. He’d become semi-hard watching Potter and his talented tongue flicking at his milk moustache. Not to mention Cedric and his absent way of brushing his groin just when Draco was looking at him. Not that he was interested in anything long-term with these two plebeians, but he wouldn’t mind seeing that bulge up close and personal. If what was beneath Cedric’s trousers was as handsome as his face, well… Draco would be very, very interested.

“Oh,” Cedric said softly. His eyes were trained exactly where Draco wanted them.

“My,” Harry moaned, his own hands quickly fumbling with his trousers.

“God,” Draco said, as he wrapped his hand around his cock and slid it to the head and squeezed a drop of pre-come from the already oozing slit. It slid over his fingers and he brushed them over the top and stroked himself, the little bit of come sliding him along the path to self-fulfillment.

“Whaaaat are you doing,?” Cedric choked out. “You can’t do that in here! What if someone comes in?”

“Shut up,” Harry hissed from between tightly clenched teeth. He glanced around the room and at the main door and Draco heard him mutter something which sounded vaguely like a charm in Parseltongue followed by the snicks of locks snapping to from the doors upstairs and down. Draco snuck a peek from beneath his lashes and saw Potter pulling his pud. Oh yes, Draco did love alliteration, and he could watch Potter alliterate all afternoon long.

“What the hell are you two doing!” Cedric asked, goggling at the two boys busily wanking off before him.

“I though as an upper-classman that you would have some knowledge of contests of the wanking sort,” Draco sneered, then bit his lip. Circes’ tits he was close, as his hand flew up and down his dick. “This is a true Tri-Wizard tournament,” he said, “to see who comes first.” Draco couldn’t help peeking at Potter; he’d eaten shortbread all afternoon, but he really wanted a taste of something longer and much, much better than a silly, little biscuit.

“It’s a wank biscuit, Ced,” Harry said, then closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “You cream it and the last one getting off eats it.”

Cedric couldn’t move quick enough to drop his trousers and start stroking himself.

Glancing at Cedric and then Harry, Draco couldn’t decide if he should allow himself to be beaten in the wanking contest or possibly beaten later on by two of the hottest boys in school.

“Oh my god,” Harry moaned as spurts of white covered the little cookie on the table.

It wouldn’t take but a few more pulls and he’d be doing the same, but Draco stilled his hand and glanced at Cedric. Oh, he’d been so wrong. He was nearly nine inches and thick as his broomstick handle! At least he handled himself better than he did a broom!
Draco’s mouth started to water. He wanted Cedric up his arse and Potter sucking his cock or vice versa. Either way would be just fine with him.

Cedric’s eyes were closed, and his hand was wrapped firmly around himself, moving up and down with a little twist at the end. It wasn’t hard…erm, difficult to see that why Draco had given up pleasuring himself. He sank to his knees. His father said that Malfoys knelt before no one, but Draco thought there surely could be exceptions to the rule. Cedric’s cock was long, beautiful, and throbbing with each stroke. Draco reached toward his newest obsession, and Cedric started at his light touch.

“Can’t have the third best seeker miss, can we?” Draco said softly as his hand moved up and down Cedric’s splendid cock. It filled his hand nicely, and he was sure it would fit just splendidly.

Throwing back his head, Cedric came across the table, come splattering over the already soggy biscuit.

“Looks like you lose, Malfoy,” Harry said smugly as he stepped out of his trousers and moved behind Draco. His hands toyed with Draco’s hair, and then moved down to his shoulders, his broom-roughened fingers moving surely over his collarbone coming to rest over his nipples. Draco moaned and threw his head back when Harry’s strong fingers closed over his nubs and gave them a tweak.

“Yeah, Malfoy, looks like you lose,” Cedric parroted. “You’ll have to eat that biscuit.” But Draco wasn’t listening; he was busy maneuvering to get Harry’s cock into his mouth. Pearlescent drops of come were smeared over the head and across Potter’s muscular thighs. Harry gave a strangled gasp as he was drawn into a hot sucking tunnel formerly known as Draco’s mouth.

“Oh shit,” Cedric said, “that’s fucking hot.” He moved to gather Harry in his arms, Draco still busily working his mouth up and down Potter’s now hard and pulsing shaft. Harry may have had a talented tongue, but Draco certainly had the better moves!

Cedric pulled Harry into a hot, bruising kiss, trapping Draco between them, his mouth full of Harry and Cedric’s turgid cock bobbing next to his face. One of Harry’s hands was stroking his hair, tugging whenever Draco gave an especially strong suck, and now one of Cedric’s hands was caressing his face. Things were definitely looking up!

Draco hated to lose, but sometimes it was better to lose a wank biscuit contest in the interests of further intra-house friendship. And if said friendships gave him want he really wanted, all the better. Cream to go with his cookies.

for my friend Navy... who tells me the oddest things! Lurves ya hon!