D & H Halloween

It was Halloween, well, actually it was not. The headmaster had called another feast at the end of November to replace the one which was ruined by the troll's appearance. There had been the usual disguises allowed, and now, after the feast, groups of youngsters roamed round the school preying on students from other houses. It was a traditional Hogwarts game at this time of year in which kidnap was the main aim.

The professors tried to make sure that things did not get too much out of hand, shooing groups of students towards their respective house areas, but knowing they would sneak out again. The professors observed an amount of latitude in their herding instincts, because they knew that the first years learnt more about the school's hidden geography from this game than from half a dozen guided tours.

Hogwarts had many semi-secret passageways, short-cuts and hidden sets of stairs, so the exercise, in reality, became a triple hide-and-seek game. The professors hunted the groups, who hid. The groups hunted individuals, who tried to hide. A joyful mayhem took place all over the school until midnight. Peeves was in his element, leading people astray, and revealing the ones who thought they had found successful hidey-holes.

Just after the witching hour, deputed prefects met in the transfiguration classroom and traded captives. There were rules about this trading: You had to know which member of your house was missing: You had to guess which house held him or her prisoner: You also had to hold one of that house's members to be available for exchange: Any unredeemed captive was kept safe all night and traded at breakfast the following morning, sometimes for house points, more usually it was a series of swaps. Naturally the scheming Slytherins usually had the advantage.

Harry had been part of one of the Gryffindor raiding parties, but became detached from them in one of the more obscure secret passages. He hid behind one of the many statues, hoping to recognise another Gryffindor party and join them. Unfortunately for him, Peeves found him and betrayed him to a Slytherin group, who laughingly took him captive. Being a prisoner chez Slytherin was not all that bad; he was teased slightly, but well fed on biscuits and hot chocolate.

Draco and his cohort arrived still in disguise, and managed by subterfuge, to whisk an unknowing Harry off to their dorm. Draco was still smarting from Harry's rebuff just before they were sorted and was now determined on revenge. Getting Crabbe and Goyle to hold Harry down, Draco parted Harry's cape and undid his shirt buttons, revealing his youthful chest. Taking hold of a used quill, Draco used the feather end to tickle Harry's sensitive armpits and the sides of his thorax. Harry squirmed and giggled so loudly that his hysterics came to the attention of a couple of prefects.

"Mr Malfoy; you are not supposed to mistreat any of our prisoners, otherwise another house might feel free to mistreat our members."

"But it's only Potter, he doesn't count."

"Ah! That's where you're wrong; everyone counts at Hogwarts. As Mr Potter has not been redeemed he will be spending the night here. So, as a punishment for your misdeeds, you will give up your bed for him to sleep in."

"What? Where will I sleep?"

"On the floor, for all I care."

"You can't do that to me, I'm a Malfoy."

"Yes I can; you little snot. Your dad asked me to teach you some manners. Consider this as your first lesson. Sleeping on the floor will do you good."

Draco snivelled and swore, cajoled and threatened, only annoying the Prefect even more. Eventually he grabbed Draco, pulled his trousers down and bent him over his knee. Borrowing Crabbe's slipper, the prefect administered a thorough beating on Draco's naked posterior.

Harry was somewhat turned on by Draco's bare arse and tried to hide his smile. Ten minutes after lights out, once the prefect had gone, Harry felt sorry for Draco and felt he had to comfort the sobbing boy.

"Malfoy," he whispered. "Come up here; I'm sure we can share this wide bed amicably."

"What? Share with you? Potter!"

"Yes. None of us will get any sleep with you moaning on the floor," came from another bed’s occupant.

"I wasn't moaning."

"Perhaps you were trying to imitate a whale then?"

The other inmates giggled.

"Potter ...!" Draco was almost shouting.

"Shh, shh, shh," came from one of the other beds, "You'll have the beaks in again; then you'll get a real thrashing."

Another bed mate spoke up. "Don't be such a ninny, Draco. Take up Harry's kind offer; then we can all get some shut-eye. If you don't do it, we'll tie and gag you and leave you naked on the stone floor."

Grumbling under his breath, in his birthday suit, Draco rose, fumbled for his bed, lifted the covers, closed the bed curtains and slid down next to a nude Harry, trying not to touch him. Both of the naked boys lay back to back dosing, with Draco occasionally squirming in discomfort from the slippering. Draco's gyrations edged both boys towards the slightly concave centre of the bed where their buttocks touched. This roused Harry's libido, now he wanted to touch the crimson buns he had seen earlier and could feel glowing against his. He assayed to scratch the outside of his leg, allowing his arm a quick glide over Draco's skin. There was no objection voiced.

Growing a little bolder, Harry moved his fingers between their touching bum-cheeks. The ruse worked. Draco, after twitching once was content to let things happen. Growing even bolder, Harry turned over and started a proper massage.

"Harry; what are you doing?" a very quiet voice asked.

"I thought I'd rub a little circulation back, after the beating you had. That was very unfair of the prefects, you know."

"I've had much worse from my father."

"Oh, have you? Do you want me to stop then?"

"Err ... No ... Err ... It is quite comforting, thank you.

Harry massaged for another few minutes. Draco found he was enjoying Harry's touch and wanted to reciprocate.

"Err ... Harry," came an almost inaudible whisper. "Could I do it to you?"

"Really? Truly?"

"Yes ... please?"

"Okay. But you'll have to turn over to face me."

Draco turned quickly. Harry was not expecting such speed and his hands were not as fast, touching briefly something else of Draco's that was not intended. Not that Draco said anything or reacted unfavourably.

They caressed and kneaded, exploring the various aspects of another person’s body, comparing it to their own. Harry found the stroking very relaxing and also somewhat disturbing, causing a reaction down below for which he was unprepared. The same was happening to Draco, then, in the space between their bodies, the tips of two fleshly wands touched.

"Um ... Draco ...?"

"Shh ... move closer."

"Um ... Like this?"

"Ooh yes ...!"

Two young bodies trapped two hard cocks and rubbed up and down against each other. Wizards tend to be more precocious than Muggles, so ten minutes of friction produced almost simultaneous gasps of pleasure, and an amount of goo between two pressing stomachs. Their efforts had exhausted them so they fell asleep hugging each others bums.

Harry woke up early. His waking was quite pleasurable, he found Draco gyrating on top of him, engendering the same new feelings as before. Draco was holding Harry down by the wrists, this seemed to add to Harry's pleasure and he lay back until their joint small fruition. Draco lay on top of Harry panting for a few minutes.

"Time for my shower, and to get rid of this muck. I'll let you know when you can take over, just lie here for a bit."

In fact all the other boys beat Harry to the shower. Draco lent him a towel and Harry luxuriated under the shower reliving the most recent events in his life. Soon his genital reactions had his little prick standing out proud.

"Come on Potter, it's nearly breakfast time. If you stay in there much longer you'll melt."

Harry hastily dried and wrapped the towel round himself, protrusion and all. Draco noticed and revenge reared its ugly head again.

"Hey guys, this Potter's a slut. He's been making improper advances to me all night. Look at this."

Draco whipped Harry’s towel off him. Harry's hands flew to cover himself up, Crabbe and Goyle grabbed his wrists pulling his hands away revealing his little bobbing boner. Being inquisitive eleven year olds, the rest of the dorm's inhabitants wanted a closer look. In fact it was more than look, whilst Harry struggled each Slytherin played with his knob in turn. Again this captivity thing was a turn on and so, when Draco was having a feel, Harry's juices made a reappearance. He felt very ashamed and, once released, struggled to put on his clothes quickly, accompanied by rude comments from those surrounding him.

They escorted him to breakfast, where the various houses revealed their hidden prisoners. As the bartering went on, Draco sat very close to Harry. Draco had his gown spread wide; it covered his hands and Harry's knee. Using the disguise, Draco's fingers wandered up Harry's thigh and began rubbing. Harry went very red, but was turned on too. He felt his zip being eased down and Draco's caressing fingers on his hot flesh.

"Draco stop it, please," whispered Harry.

"Why? Don't you like it any more?"

"No ... Well ... Yes ... What if someone sees?"

"No one will, unless you stand up too quickly and throw your gown wide. Your mate Weasley's looking at you from over there, so smile at him, or I'll remove your coverings, then he'll see what you have under the table."

"Okay ... Okay ... I'm smiling at him."

Ron smiled back giving Harry the thumbs up. Harry returned the salute. Harry was nearly there when the Headmaster called out his name. Draco zipped him up, and Harry stood, wishing Draco had brought him off first.

"Were you well treated by your captors, Mr Potter?"

"Yes thank you, Headmaster. They were kind and gave me refreshments, entertained me and lent me a bed to sleep in."

"Good! You may return to your house table now." Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled knowingly and Harry wondered if he knew what was going on.

Under Harry's robes, Draco gave his package a farewell squeeze setting off the expected reaction. A very wobbly Harry staggered across to the Gryffindor table.

"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Seamus.

"Um ... Um ... I was sitting awkwardly and my leg went to sleep. It'll be all right in a minute."

"Are you sure? Those Slytherins can be shite sometimes."

"Yes! I'm fine."

"Whose bed did you sleep in mate?" asked Ron.

"They turfed Draco out, and I had his," 'and his body' added Harry to himself, having a slight thrill at the thought.

"Great. You got one back on him then, the slippery git."

Draco's one, and slippery had Harry's libido perk up again and he smiled across the room. Draco scowled back and Ron caught it.

"I don't think he liked being turfed out of his bed, look at him," came from Ron.

"Let it be, Ron. We have Quidditch practice later."

Ron forgot about Draco and happily started chatting about his favourite game, much to Harry's relief.

Harry wanted to talk to Draco about what had happened. He felt guilty about initiating something so sexual. Then again he hoped it might happen again. At night he started to have wet dreams, with Draco at the centre of most of them. The fact that Crabbe and Goyle were with Draco all the time, and that Harry's mates in Gryffindor were so antipathetic towards Slytherin made contact very difficult. Things were not helped by the house rivalries and the slanging matches that occurred regularly between the two sets of students.

Harry had, as was to become usual, chosen to stay behind at Christmas, enjoying the festivities there much more than being almost excluded from them at Privet Drive. For some reason Draco returned one day early, before term started, and he was without his minders. Harry decided the time was ripe for his little chat and went looking for Draco. Eventually Harry found Draco sitting reading in one of the study rooms. These rooms had a couple of desks and some deep cushioned arm chairs. During term time the professors used them for tutorials, but when not in use students were allowed to use them.

“Are you stalking me, Potter?”

“Not really, but I do want to have a private talk with you.”

“What about? Is this private enough?”

“I think so. It’s about what happened that night when we shared a bed.”

“You mean when you enticed me to do naughty things.”

“Do you think that they were naughty? Anyway I didn’t entice you.”

“Yes you did, you started to stroke me. Anyway … It’s not normal behaviour, is it?”

“We’re not normal people are we? After all we are wizards. And I didn’t hear you objecting.”

When it’s a choice of being molested or tied up and gagged, naked on a cold floor; there’s not much choice is there?” Draco was deliberately being obtuse, knowing that it would rile Harry.

Harry was rising to Draco’s bait, getting redder and angrier by the minute. “Oh yes there was,” spluttered Harry. “You asked if you could do it to me, if you remember.”

“I remember you touching my cock with your hand. I didn’t ask you to do that, did I?”

“That was an accident.”

“I doubt that very much. It was a ploy in your perverted mind.”

“Don’t you call me a pervert? It was you who initiated the rubbing thing.”

“I tried to hold you down to stop it, but you continued to rub me, and then you messed me up.”

Harry was livid. He jumped on Draco to hit his smarmy face. Draco was expecting this and grabbed Harry’s balls. So Harry’s hands went into defence mode, trying to prize Draco’s digits away from Harry’s groin. Draco clung on, pulsating the package in his hand and starting Harry’s hard-on. They rolled off the sofa onto the carpet, ending with Draco on top and Harry’s feet caught under the edge of the settee. Draco shifted slightly, kneeling on Harry’s hands. Then Harry felt his zip being opened.

“Right, Potter; you started this so I’ll finish it.”

Harry felt his belt sliding round. Soon Draco had it in his hand. A quick fumble and one of Harry’s hands were tied to the belt, a further struggle and his other hand was imprisoned. Draco tied the rest of the belt to one of the heavy desk legs.

“What are you going to do?”

“Teach you a lesson in perversion.”

Draco was now removing Harry’s trousers, carefully rolling them to make a secure binding for Harry’s ankles. Next, his shirt was opened up and his boxers tugged down, Draco now had the free play of Harry’s genitalia.

“It’s a pity my two mates aren’t here they would have loved to play with you. Ah well! I suppose I’ll have to do it instead.”

Out of his book bag Draco produced a quill. This time it wasn’t Harry’s pits and sides that were tickled, Draco went straight for Harry’s now quite hard little boner. The sensation was energising for Harry, he squirmed because the feather tickled, and he bucked because of the sexual sensation. By the time the first squirt came he was hysterically crying as well as giving his libido its head. Draco had not tied the belt as tight as he might have done, Harry's struggles slowly loosened it. As he spasmed in sublimation his hands became free.

Had Draco decided not to continue the tickling, maybe what came next would not have happened. Draco drew the fluffy edge of the quill over Harry’s glans-lips, the effect was electrifying. Harry’s whole body scrunched up, the belt’s buckle hitting Draco on the temple. Whilst not knocked out he was extremely groggy, as he came round he realised that Harry had Draco’s wrists tied up to the desk leg, his flies were open and Harry was applying the feather in exactly the same way that Draco had done.

The tables had been turned; Draco was now crying and humping in the same way Harry had been. His small supply of spunk soon splashed out giving Draco a glorious sexual glow. Sitting on Draco’s knees, Harry stretched forward and checked that the wrist restraints were not loose; then he applied the fluffy edge of the feather. The shock drew Draco’s knees up, dislodging Harry to fall flat on to a semi naked Draco.

“H-H-H-Harry … P-P-P-Please d-d-don’t-t d-do th-that ag-g-g-gain.”

“Why not? You started it.”

“P-Please let’s just cuddle and rub like we did before.

“I want you to apologise for tying me up.”

“No way! You little pervert.”

“Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!” Harry had used the feather’s edge again.

“All right … Okay … I apologise”

“I’m not sure you really mean that.”

“Eek-eek-eek-eek-eek-ow-ow-ow-oh-oh-oh-oh.” - The feather again.

“I do mean it, really I do … I’ll not do it again … Oh … Please … Please.”

Leaving Draco struggling on the floor, Harry checked the door was locked, and then proceeded to undress himself. Next, Harry took off all Draco’s lower clothes, and then undid his shirt moving the mass of upper clothes up Draco’s arms as far as his tied wrists. Lying down on Draco, Harry started to gyrate, rubbing their two little stiffies between them.

“H-Harry, are you g-going to release me?”

“Possibly when this part of the session is over.”

Harry was careful to rest every now and again. This kept their excitement at fever pitch, without either of them going over the top. After half an hour Harry made a slight miscalculation, and both boys lay gasping in fruition.

After ten minutes Draco asked, “Harry, please untie me. I promise I won’t attack you or tie you up or anything like that. I just want to hold you, just as you’re holding me.”

Harry untied Draco, who was as good as his word and just hugged Harry.

Half an hour later Draco whispered, “Harry, can we get on to the sofa, please. My bum’s going numb.”

“Okay. Do you want to be top? Mind no funny business, though.”

“None funnier than what we’ve just done, I promise.”

“This is comfy. If we had some coverings we could stay here all night.”

“Nice thought, but we’ll have people looking for us if we don’t turn up in our dorms.”

“Well we still have six hours before that happens.”

“Six hours of this and we’ll need our proper sleep.

Somehow Harry forgot to discuss his feelings. Somehow Draco forgot his animosity. They just concentrated on thrilling and being thrilled, trying to keep the inevitable denouement at bay until the last minute’s miscalculation. A short rest, a change of position, and two crazy magicians to be, started to thrill each other all over again.

It was not six hours later, when two tired youngsters decided they had better stop. They were exhausted, but more to the point, their tummies were rumbling.

“Um … Draco … Do you like doing this?”

“Yes … Of course I do … Why do you think I came back a day earlier?”

“Oh! You didn’t say you’d come back specially.”

“Well … Father was coming this way … I told him I had some preparation to do … Really I hoped to see you without any of our hangers-on.”

“That’s the problem isn’t it; our friends and house-mates.”

“So do we try to meet again?”

“Um … Yes … Let’s compare our class schedules after dinner, I’m starving.”

“Yes; so am I. We’d better not be seen eating together, shall we meet here afterwards?”

“Why not. Maybe another session too?”

“Yes; after some rest I’ll be ready for some more.”

Dumbledore caught Harry wolfing his food. “Mr Potter, you’ll have indigestion if carry on eating at that speed. So will you Mr Malfoy.”

“Sorry Headmaster, I think I was very hungry. It seems along time since lunch.”

“I imagine you’ve been tearing around outside, as I haven’t seen you in any of the corridors.”

“Um … Yes … Something like that.”

Both boys blushed and deliberately slowed down, not daring to look at each other in case the headmaster guessed what had been going on. Harry was deliberately slow afterwards; Draco watched him and caught on. Neither of them were the first to leave at the end of the meal, and then they sauntered out of the hall and to their rooms to collect their schedules. Harry was first into the study-room; Draco came in a bit later.

“Sorry to be late but Snape wanted me to take some notes, so we know what we’ll be doing in two days time. I’ve copied them out so you’ll have an idea what’s coming up too.”

“Thanks Draco, you’re a pal.”

“Shh, don’t let anyone hear you say that.”

“Why not?”

“I want to carry on what we’re doing, but not if word gets round. It’s very naughty, you know.”

“Naughty or not, I like it very much.”

“Okay, okay, but let’s be circumspect.”

The two of them put their heads together, looking over their schedules. Nothing fitted.

“Look; some days we have space after the double potions lesson. It’s the only time when my lot and your lot are doing other lessons. So they won’t watch us. Problem is Snape deciding to over-run. I’ll send you a note, when he isn’t watching.”

“Okay; I’ll do the same, my Quidditch practices are sometimes called then.”

“You are lucky, getting into the game so early.”

“It was you who did it, you know. Taking Neville’s Rememberall, and then throwing it away. McGonagall saw me from her window. When she came out I thought I was for it, but she was so pleased to find a Seeker, she forgot to tell me off.”

“I’m going to try out next year. Father’s promised to help out with the team’s broomsticks.”

“I bet Ron accuses you of buying your way in.”

“Yes well, you’ll have to pretend to back him up, you know.”

In the end they both felt too tired for any more shenanigans, just sat there holding hands, before going off to bed.

First double potions, Draco had to see Snape. Second double potions, Harry had Quidditch practice afterwards. On the third one, they were both free. Snape almost caught them swapping notes. This time it was in one of the cellars. It was the bedding store, so there was plenty of comfort, and the upholstery deadened any sounds they made. Hollow-eyed and panting the appeared for dinner.

“Where have you been Mate?” Ron enquired. “You look bushed.”

“Yes … well … Snape caught me running in the corridor. I had to help in his stores,” lied Harry.

“Bad luck; look he’s still scowling at you.”

“Difficult to know when he’s not.”

Ron giggled.

This sort of operation went on until well in to the summer term. One or other of them was occupied, and then there was a fun day, then another few weeks of no thrills. It was hot, Harry was not paying too much attention, Draco threw a note at him and it landed in his cauldron. Snape saw where the note came from, and when Harry’s cauldron started pouring forth froth, Snape blamed Draco for deliberately sabotaging Harry’s potion.

“Mr Malfoy, you will not sabotage another student’s potion. Fifty points off Slytherin, and you will stay behind to help Mr Potter clear up the mess. Also you will help him to make a better go of his potion than he was doing, and you will have some extra detentions on top of that.”

Draco looked crestfallen. Harry smiled at Draco, hoping to cheer him up. Snape saw him doing so and assumed he was smirking.

“Mr Potter, it is no laughing matter. Thirty points from Gryffindor and you will serve the extra detentions with Mr Malfoy.”

Harry’s heart jumped at his luck, they’d be officially together. Nevertheless, he scowled, especially when he saw Ron looking at him. After class Harry and Draco pretended they were put out, but then got on with the second preparation of the potion, everything went well. Snape was suspicious, as he thought they were rivals, so he kept a careful surreptitious eye on them. When they thought he was not looking he saw that they cooperated well.

‘Something’s going on,’ he thought. ‘I’ll keep a close eye on those two. Perhaps it was like James and I, when we were first years. Then Pettigrew came along and made a mess of things. I don’t want either of them getting as hurt as I was.’

THE END