Cramped Quarters

AN: For Lady_Diablo's SexKink challenge, entailing a pink dildo.

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It was a Hogsmeade weekend and so it was no surprise that when Harry had decided to stay at Hogwarts he was one of the few people over the age of thirteen to do so, especially considering it was the first visit of the year. Harry however found that he had his own motives for staying behind. He simply wanted some peace and quite; a moment to himself.

Since the end of the war Harry had decided to return to Hogwarts to finish his final year of education as had many of his fellow year mates. Even those who had attended the seventh year while he had been scouring about for Horocruxes had not had the luxury of a proper education after the Ministry insurrection and the subsequent appointment of highly underqualified teachers and the severely restrained Severus Snape as Headmaster.

With that being said there was nearly a whole years worth of extra students making the castle seem almost too crowded which in itself was rather miraculous since the castle to Harry, though quite homely, had always been a vast and empty place. But then he supposed that had something to do with the fact that great portions of the castle had been destroyed during the final battle with Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

Many parts of the castle had been roped off and classes had been relocated along with the entire Slytherin house. For as the Death Eaters had fought their way through the castle many had been forced back into the dungeons by members of the Order. A great struggle had taken place outside the Slytherin common room that had resulted in several walls being blown to pieces and had caused the lake water above to come crashing in through the collapsed ceiling of the Slytherin quarters. Though the flooding had been contained to the dungeons (water dark and deep could be seen, splashing as far as the highest step of staircases from the dungeons, if anyone dared to peer past the precautionary spells and ropes), it did mean the Slytherins no longer had a dormitory to call their own.

Therefore when McGonagall, the new Headmistress had suggested that the Slytherin students be split up amongst the other houses both as a method of reintegrating the rather ostracized group and housing them temporarily, the staff had agreed unanimously.

That was why Harry found himself spending his final year camped out in his dorm with his regular four Gryffindor mates and three Slytherins. Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini had all returned to Hogwarts for another year and along with the first year and fourth year Slytherins, they too now occupied the Gryffindor tower. Thankfully Goyle had not returned.

Granted none of them were Death Eaters (anymore) but the situation was never comfortable. Harry tried to keep contact to a minimum, but despite his effort he was on the receiving end of at least one stinging insult a day. None of the Slytherins kissed the hem of one seriously messed up Dark wizard's robes any longer but that hardly erased years of ingrained animosity between houses Slytherin and Gryffindor. The only upside Harry could see to the situation was the fact that they the Gryffindors had home turf advantage.

Such thoughts though, Harry decided, needn’t be entertained on such a fine day when his dorm would finally be empty and peaceful. He wouldn’t have to worry about fending off jabs from the Slytherins or breaking up fights between his classmates or even the simply matter of lying on his bed without interruption from one person or another, well meaning or not.

In anticipation of such a rare moment of peace, while everyone else he knew made their way to the main doors to take the brisk walk to Hogsmeade, he had taken a trip to the library and pulled from the thankfully unscathed shelves, half a dozen books of interest to pursue in his day of leisure.

Walking through the common room speckled with first and second years and the odd older student Harry made his way to the boys tower.

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Draco made a low keening sound in the back of his throat and left his free hand tangle in the sinfully crimson sheets he was lying on. A clouded, muddled sort of sunlight filtered through the window and fell against his porcelain body, exposed to the room by carelessly unshut curtains. But then he was confident in the fact that he had the dorm to himself for the day. After all every single one of his dorm mates would be at Hogsmeade that day.

Adjusting his hips a little Draco indulged himself by adding a second well lubed finger to the one that he had already pushed inside himself. He arched at the sensation and let out a gasp. It had been far too long. What with overcrowded showers, Gryffindors, and one public, obscenely shared dorm he couldn’t so much get in a wank let alone anything more.

Throwing his head back and allowing his eyes to close, Draco inserted a third finger, promptly clenching around the intrusion. Twisting the fingers Draco thrust down on himself, taking in as much of his own fingers as he could. Ignoring his leaking cock he worked the fingers deeper, stretching himself out in preparation for what was to come.

After several long moments Draco removed his fingers and felt around blindly for the object he ached to feel. As his hand wrapped around it a sultry moan came to his lips, one he couldn’t even bother to stifle. Wrapping his hand around the girth of his favourite stunning pink glass dildo Draco eased his legs open wider, his eyes open but staring unseeingly at the blank wall opposite his bed.

Slowly, with no little anticipation he placed it at his entrance and with deliberation pushed. Biting his lip he whimpered at the oh so familiar feeling of the head of the toy breaching him and the hardness of the glass that he appreciated entering him. Draco gave a deep groan as the head slipped past his relaxed and willing ring and the rest of the length slipped in. It was a little uncomfortable at first, Draco found that he had fallen out of accommodation with the toy but then he shifted his hips an inch and felt the slight pressure it put on his sweet spot.

Impatience took over and Draco slowly felt out the base of the toy for the indent that he knew was there. Finding it he slipped his finger in and pushed against the trigger he found there. And then he was in heaven as the spell activated and the length within him began to move of it’s own accord.

Draco gasped and brought his now free hand to his aching cock. He ran the length of it while he panted as the breath left his lungs. Circling the base of his erection with a finger he then ran his hand to his scrotum and cupped his balls, rolling them slowly as his toy upped its pace. Draco shouted and clenched his muscles, loving the way the ridged glass dragged at his insides as he did so.

Throwing his head back, Draco tried to keep from screaming as the movement of the dildo sent pleasure rioting through his body. Yes, it had been far too long.

Then Draco felt his world come to a crashing halt as the sound of his name floated through the room.

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“Malfoy?” Harry asked, incredulous, having found his voice at last after what seemed like an eternity of processing what it was that his eyes were seeing. One Draco Malfoy was splayed out wantonly against the crimson covers of his bed, legs spread in such a way that he was completely exposed, both hands tangled tightly in the covers, a look of pure ecstasy on his face as he was fucked by what looked to be a self-automated pink glass dildo.

The blond jerked, moaned and then quickly reached between his own legs to stop the device. Harry tore his eyes away from the sight of Malfoy pulling the object from himself and led his eyes past the dripping erection that jutted up so very deliciously into the air and locked his gaze instead with Draco’s lust laden storm grey eyes.

The deep flush in Draco cheeks, a sign of exertion turned to a bright red of mortification as Draco scambled to cover up. Harry smirked and closed the door behind him while tossing the books he had brought onto the nearest bed.

“What is this Malfoy?” Harry asked slowly, not taking his eyes from Draco’s.

“What it look likes.” The blond hissed, rather defensively.

Harry made a thoughtful face and took a step forward, well aware of the fact that the rather gorgeous form of Draco’s was still quite uncovered.

“Disgusted are you?” Draco snapped with a scowl.

“Hardly.” Harry husked, his voice low and strong. Draco flinched and Harry took note of the subtle twitch of the blond’s cock and the small pearl of precome that leaked from its tip at the sound of his voice.

“P-P-Po-Potter.” Found himself stuttering as the brunet stalked closer.

“Nnh. Yes?” Harry drawled, loving the way Draco’s whole body seemed to perk to the sound of his voice.

“What...” The question died on his lips as Harry knelt one knee on the bed and leaned over Draco’s rather exposed form.

“Do you have any idea how bloody hot you looked spread out like that, being fucked with this?” Harry wrapped his hand around the pink glass toy and felt the warmth of Draco’s body held in it.

“It made me wonder...” Harry said slowly, grinding his now full blown erection against Draco’s hip as he slowly manoeuvered the toy between Draco’s legs once more. “If you would look just as hot being fucked by me?”

Harry had walked into the room hoping to be alone but the treat he had received instead had been anything but discouraging and Harry found himself incredibly turned on by the sight of a flushed and aroused Malfoy at his disposal.

Slowly, with his eyes fixed on Draco’s face, Harry applied pressure to the blunt object he had position against Draco’s entrance. He gave a smirk as he felt the head of it begin to slip quite easily past Draco’s entrance.

“Someone’s well prepared.” Harry murmured and Draco flushed further, stiffening a little. His response was a throaty moan as Harry pushed a little harder, slipping the entire length into the blond, watching with rapture as Draco’s expression flickered from embarrassment, to surprise, to need, to sheer pleasure.

“But really Malfoy,” Harry drawled, trying to get grey eyes to open again. “Pink?”

Draco made a muffled sound of protest that turned to a half strangled shout as Harry traced his hand higher to massage his perineum with the pad of one calloused finger.

“Ngh...st-st-stop.” Draco finally managed and Harry let his hand trace further up to rest on Draco stomach.

“What?” He asked, sounding only mildly curious as to why Draco had brought a halt to his actions.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Let me think on that one.” Harry replied with an exasperated eye roll. “Maybe because you are drop dead sexy as hell and I’ve got a hardon that’s about ready to tear through my pants at just the sight of you, maybe because I want to see how hard I can make you scream and show you ways to use that little toy of yours that you just can’t manage on your own.”

Draco swallowed. “You’re not...”

“Freaked out and disgusted at finding my worst rival moaning like a whore with a dildo up his ass just mere feet away from where I sleep every night?”

Draco blinked.

“No.” Harry said quite bluntly. “But I am a little disturbed by one small detail.” Harry said slowly.

“And what’s that?” Draco managed to choke out. He simply could remove the phantom feeling of Harry’s hands on his body, touching him in ways that he could only dream of.

“Pink?”

“Shut up.”

“No, really!”

“Shut the bloody hell up.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll- ngh...fuck!”

“That sounds real convincing.” Harry smirked, pressing against the ambiguous area between Draco’s scrotum and his sphincter. It was just delicious to watch the way his eyes shuttered closed and his whole body strained with the effort of keeping from bucking off the bed.

Draco felt his body clench around the glass rod that was still in him and could feel the ridges from the inside out. Harry shifted in, between his legs and Draco willingly parted them further to accommodate him as Harry continued rubbing firm circles against that spot which drove spikes of pleasure straight up his spine.

“Draco?”

The blond merely moaned in response and Harry eased off on his ministrations to try and get the Slytherin more coherent.

“Fuck! what?” Draco managed, panting hard from being pulled back from the brink of his orgasm.

Harry pulled the blond onto his thighs as he sat on his heels. Draco moaned as the rod was driven even deeper, until it came to a rest with one ridge pressing firmly against his prostate which was already quite stimulated due to Harry’s efforts.

“How would you feel about having my cock in you instead of that pink anomaly.”

Draco scowled then moaned as he felt Harry’s hardness pressing against the underside of his thigh.

“Yes.” He hissed, not trusting himself to say anything more.

“Thank Gods!” Harry rasped and in a matter of seconds he had Draco on his back, legs spread wide and feeling quite empty as the sound of glass thudding on the thinly carpeted floor met his ears. And then none of that mattered because all he could think of was Harry, or rather Harry’s rather delicious, prominent and completely exposed member.

Draco felt a sense of need start from his belly and claw its way outwards until it tore at every cell in his body.

“Now Potter...” Draco urged, breathless at the sight, anticipation rolling through him.

Without hesitation Harry lifted Draco’s hips and slid in smoothly. Draco shouted, a sound that was nearly drowned out by the deeply satisfied groan that tore from Harry’s throat. Draco was distinctly aware of feeling very full and he had the sneaking suspicsion that without the preparation of being fucked by his favourite pink dildo, he most certainly would have torn.

Still the discomfort was minimal and it was blown completely from his mind and Harry began to fuck him in earnest, every so often brushing the bundle of nerves within Draco that had him arching and moaning for more. Already quite riled up, Draco found that his orgasm wasn’t very far away and it was helped none by the fact that Harry was still stimulating his prostate from the outside in turn with stroking his cock and fondling his balls while he used his other arm for leverage.

“I can’t-”

Draco gasped, hands clenching desperately at the headboard above him and the sheets below, anything to prolong the moment.

Harry taking the hint took his hands away and simply continued to fuck him balls deep as Draco arched to meet the brunet’s solid, driving thrusts. Draco reached up and twisted one hand into Harry’s black locks while the other one dug into the straining muscles of the brunet’s shoulder blade.

“Fuck...so-”

Draco felt the shuddering moan override whatever words had been on Harry’s tongue as he clenched himself around the brunet’s pistoning shaft. And then Draco couldn’t manage to hold himself back anymore and he threw himself into the mind numbing orgasm that had built up in the core of his body as though behind a dam.

The pleasure washed away all sense of himself until all Draco was aware of was the precision with which Harry’s cock struck his prostate, sending fresh waves of bliss riding through him in the wake of his orgasm.

Draco only became aware of Harry’s own moment when the body above him stiffened and halted it’s vigorous pace.

When Harry finally pulled out, Draco forced his legs closed and tried to keep from quivering as his entrance continued to pulse in memory. Draco lay for a long time with his hand trapped beneath Harry’s head just listening to the breathless panting of the man next to him. After a while awareness of his body returned to him and Draco turned on his side and with a sense of curiosity he regarded the Gryffindor.

“Bloody hell, Potter.” Draco mumbled at last.

“Funny, my internal monologue went something like that.”

Harry rolled over towards the edge of the bed and Draco felt a sense of sinking disappointment. He felt the urge to say something to keep the brunet in his bed but bit his tongue. It was therefore a pleasant surprise when Harry didn’t roll out of bed but instead twisted back to Draco with something long and glinting and pink held in his hand.

“Is that...” Draco felt his voice die in his throat as he saw the smirk that Harry sported.

“I did tell you that I’d do things to you involving this treasure that you simply couldn’t even imagine on your own.” Harry murmured, his voice husky as he regarded the tremor that ran through the blond’s lean body at his mere words. “And lucky for you we have plenty of time before the others get back.”

Draco moaned and allowed himself to be taken in by Harry, his cock already aching with promises of pleasure which spread from the touch Harry’s skin against his own as the brunet’s body covered his own.

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AN: Haven't even read this over so sorry for any mistakes. First time I've tried anything beyond conventional so it'd be nice to know if I did an acceptable job because overall I didn't think it turned out too great. Still, I've had the idea in my head for a while and I thought this challenge was the perfect opportunity to write this fic.

- Incessant_Darkness

Edit: Fixing some typoes and junk. Yami Bakura, thanks for the heads up, for some reason I was convinced that abnomally was a word. In fact I looked it up in several dictionaries before I accepted the fact that it wasn't. In any case, in my mind, it had the same meaning as anomaly though I recognized the two words as being different words [though only one's actually a word]. I'll stop rambling now. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far.