Birthdays Are Torture

“Oops, sorry Harry,” Bill said as he bumped into the table knocking over a bottle of wine.

Harry chuckled, said it was no problem and with a wave of his wand the stain was gone. A few of the people were sloshed, including Bill, but not the pregnant Fleur. Hagrid was singing a drunken tune with George and Angelina. Everyone else was enjoying Harry’s birthday party at the Burrow.

Everyone but Harry, and he was trying not to show it.

An extremely difficult task as he watched Draco slowly stroke Ginny’s hair in the changing light of the fireworks. She snuggled in closer and he moved his hand to cup her shoulder with two fingers still playing with her locks.

Before the events of the final battle four years ago he had broken up with Ginny. They had shared a few kisses after that but he had been unable to claim her. She told Harry she had fallen in love with someone else. It would be another year before she came out to everyone that she had a secret relationship with Draco Malfoy.

In a strange feminist turn Harry learned that Ginny proposed to Draco on his 22nd birthday. It seemed cemented that he would never have the woman he loved. It fueled the obsession and often left him very frustrated sexually. The last few weeks he had been particularly miserable.

“Ooh, Neville look,” Luna pointed up at a lion that pranced around a female one. Most people watched the lions Harry continued to watch the pale twosome over his glass of wine.

He scowled as he saw Ginny rub her cheek against Draco’s. She whispered and he smirked. Then they kissed. A quite chaste and quick kiss but one that sent him back into random shooting thoughts.

There were confusing times when he would look over at them and wonder who he envied most. Draco because he had Ginny, or Ginny because she had…

No, he wasn’t gay, especially for a dickhead like Draco Malfoy. Then again dreams of pale bodies entwined, asking him to join them often tantalized and teased him.

For years he had denied wet dreams that included males and females. Lately Muggle gay men had been an indulgence of his. Not that anybody knew that; let alone Draco and Ginny. If he couldn’t have either of them blond substitutions at Jam sated it somewhat, but the fantasies still continued.

Soon the stupid show in his honor was over and he just wanted to Apparate home. There he could hit one of the nearby bars and pick someone up, or just get completely smashed.

“Thanks guys. Bye Ron, Hermione. See ya Hagrid.”

Before he could leave Ginny approached him and gave him a small box wrapped in black paper with a gold and silver bow. She kissed his cheek and hugged him.

“I know the last few weeks have been a bit of a shock to you…and my mother, but I hope…” she didn’t finish the thought. Instead she said, “Happy Birthday.” She touched his cheek one last time with more than an innocent smile.

Everyone waved, there was another round of hugs kisses and Hagrid pushed another bottle of spirits on him. He gladly accepted it.

To keep up appearances he arrived around the corner of his building so that he could say hello and good evening to the doorman that had said more than once he didn’t remember seeing Harry leave and arrive. His flat was in the Soho district of London on the top floor of a building filled with artists, businessmen, and there was one porn star he knew of. She was friendly and often flirted with him, but she was too busty for his taste. The only people that knew exactly where he lived were Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. There were still plenty of Dark Wizards that wanted him dead. His half-Muggle lifestyle afforded both a sense of comfort and the safety of anonymity. It was also within walking distance to Diagon Alley.

The gifts from his party had been magicked onto his small kitchen table. Harry was in no mood to put them away or clean up. Harry grabbed the bottle of whiskey from Hagrid and took a long swig.

Life was supposed to be easy now that Voldemort was dead. The Dark Wizards that were out there posed very little threat and the woman he loved was happy with a man he desired.

In the sitting room he heard a whisper. Quickly he pulled out his wand and whispered a spell for darkness that only he could see in. Who was it? Did someone follow him home from the party?

The spell didn’t help. The attackers somehow got the best of him. He was disarmed upon entering the adjacent room. There were two people not just one. A masked person blew something into his face and the other grabbed him around the waist. The scent of lavender filled his head and he fell instantly into the dark.

It was still dark when sensation came back to his body. Sleeping powder, why had his intruders used something as benign and relatively harmless as sleeping powder? The lavender scent was fading but the blindfold on his face kept everything dark. He was bound eagle spread on a soft bed that felt like his own. And he realized he was very naked. Vulnerable.

A woman giggled and he heard two people whispering.

“What the hell? Who…who the fuck are you?”

There was movement and a low voice said “shhh.”

A finger with touched his lips and then the digit was replaced with an ice cube. Harry thrashed and spit. It could be poisonous, but then why would someone go through this trouble to poison him? Another cube was placed on his left nipple, he shuddered and squirmed, the wet cold slid down his chest and rested on his navel.

“Bloody hell, this isn’t fucking funny!”

A breathy male voice spoke in his right ear, “from where we are, it’s very, very funny.”

“We?” What was going on? Who would want him naked and tease him with ice?

Fingers lifted the blindfold and he stared into lusty amber-hazel eyes. Ginny smiled seductively, her mouth was stained crimson. Her hair fell on both sides of her neck, meeting the sea green robe. On the other side of the bed stood Draco. He was wearing a long black silk robe and a sensual smirk of his own. His hair was tussled and it seemed longer when he wasn’t wearing it bound at the nape of his neck. They both looked at him like he was a delicious offering.

Harry looked around. It was his bedroom. On the side of the bed was an ice bucket stand with an unopened bottle of champagne. He also noticed the box Ginny had given him earlier, unopened on his nightstand.

“Ha, ha, joke’s up. Now let me go,” Harry demanded and pulled at the restraints again. Of course if Ginny and Draco had tied him up they’d be magickal. Breaking the cuffs or getting loose would be impossible without a safety word. Wizarding BDSM at it’s finest.

And another thing, he knew these were the special straps he kept under his bed! They tied him up with his own straps! The safety word was something that they weren’t about to tell him.

Ginny frowned and looked over at Draco. “I don’t think, Harry is very happy with his birthday present. I would have thought he’d be ecstatic.”

She crawled on the bed and straddled herself over his bare left thigh. When she lifted up her leg he caught sight of the thatch of flaming curls. She lowered her self and rubbed her wet slit over his leg. Ginny braced her self with one hand grasping his thigh and the other on the bed as she rocked back and forth pleasuring herself. She gasped and her streaming juices running over his leg. Her arousal hit his nose and his cock stopped listening to his mind.

An erection blistered against his will. His anger at the pair of them melted away with her moans and the heated look in Draco’s silvery eyes. He sat down on the other side of Harry and reached out his hand to grip his cock. He slowly slid his hand up and down wanking him off while Ginny pleasured herself.

Several minutes passed and she sat up. “Help me Draco, please…if Harry doesn’t want his birthday present…”

Draco left Harry and he growled. He walked around the bed, his own erection obvious in the silk shorts underneath his own robe. Ginny sat up as Draco slipped one arm around her waist to cup her sex. The other hand settled on the slit of her robe.

“You want to open up his present for him, baby?” she asked Draco.

Complying he slid one side of the robe off of her shoulder to reveal golden freckles and the high mound of her left breast. Draco kissed down her mouth and along her jaw. He nibbled at her neck and nipped at her collarbone and slid the other sleeve down all while pleasuring her. Harry’s birthday present wasn’t unwrapped completely. The knotted belt at her waist and Draco’s hand kept her pussy partially hidden. His hand worked fast to bring her to her climax. Her breathing became labored and shallow. She reached around to grip the back of Draco’s neck and leaned back creating a better view. Suddenly a quick gasp was followed by many edged with shuddering and a satisfying moan of absolute pleasure. He had never seen Ginny climax before and it was amazing to watch.

Harry itched to touch both of them. He pulled and struggled with the straps as he watched Draco lick his fingers clean of Ginny. His other hand deftly untied the belt of her robe and the rest of her glorious body was exposed framed by green silk. Harry was speechless.

Merlin, they were very good at teasing him. It was the worst torture he could think of. If only Voldemort had thought of this, maybe he would have won against Harry Potter.

They both got off the bed and Ginny purred, “well I guess Harry still doesn’t want his birthday present.”

He wanted to scream and say “yes” he did, but that gleam in her eye he wanted to see what she planned to do next. Ginny turned around and kissed Draco while she untied his robe. After slipping her fingers into the band of his shorts she slid down to her knees and freed his erection.

Harry moaned at the same time as Draco when Ginny wrapped her mouth around his cock. His hand gripped her hair as she bobbed her head back and forth on that long piece of meat. Her hands also worked between his legs working his sac and she even fingered his hole.

The scene, the sounds, he couldn’t take it anymore. He begged, “please, oh god.”

Ginny stopped and looked over at Harry. She grinned and looked up at Draco. “I know that look. *You* just had that look yourself, huh? Say it Harry.”

Harry made a noise and nodded.

“Say it,” Draco prodded, “or else, well, I may just have to keep this little gift all to my self.” His hand gripped her hair and Ginny resumed working on Draco.

As much as he loved the show, he wanted some attention. It was still his birthday damnit. “Yes, god, suck my hard cock!”

“All you ever had to do was ask, Harry,” she said sweetly.

Harry craned his neck to watch Ginny as she slid her palm up and down his uncut length. She licked her fingers and slid her other hand behind his sac to tease the sensitive skin. She then leaned forward and crimson lips puckered around the head and she started to suck lightly on he end. Draco moved to lie beside him and whisper in his ear.

“Incredible isn’t she. Complete natural. We’re lucky men, Harry,” he stopped. Taking the time to appreciate his new lover. Running long fingers up his stomach, over his tight chest, through Harry’s hair and claimed his mouth with his own.

It was strange to be kissed at the same time someone was going down on him. Merlin he wanted to see both of them at work. Ginny at his cock; Draco’s kisses to his mouth and neck down his chest.

Then he took Ginny’s place and took Harry’s cock into his mouth. He watched the redhead lean back and start to touch herself again as she watched the sight of Draco’s mouth full of Harry.

As Draco took his time with Harry, Ginny decided to untie the straps that held Him down. When she undid his hands she leaned down to kiss him. Merlin, even though Draco was wonderful and all, she had missed Harry.

It had been easy to talk her lover into doing this. Before they even started dating behind everyone’s backs, Draco had admitted he had a crush on Harry. For the longest time she had wanted both men in her bed, and it was hard to ignore the signs from Harry that he wanted them both.

She would always catch him watching Draco in a desirable way and Draco teased her that Harry still loved her. This way everybody could get what they both wanted. Possibly even more.

Before he could cum, Draco stopped his work on Harry and joined in on the kiss.

“Mmm, let me taste you,” Harry muttered to Ginny, then he turned to Draco, “I want you both.” After he was free he grabbed for his redhead. “Let’s tie her down,” he said to Draco.

They both grabbed her and it was easy to overcome her. “No! You wanks! Stop!”

Draco helped a giddy Harry secure Ginny into the straps. She struggled and thrashed and growled as she watched the dark headed one take the blond’s cock into his mouth. He was a lot bigger that Harry could have guessed outside of trousers. No wonder Ginny was so happy with him. Hands gripped his hair and his hips trust as Draco fucked Harry’s mouth.

No fantasy compared to this, watching her lover being pleasured by her former boyfriend. It was such an erotic sight. Two men together had always been one of her favorite things to things to think about while pleasuring herself and Draco and Harry had always had the spotlight of her fantasies. Something so inconceivable that was such perfect harmony.

“Don’t worry, we haven’t forgotten you.”

Both boys battled with their tongues to taste Ginny. Fingers and tongues tasting and probing. She wriggled more and closed her eyes. One of them used an ice cube on her dripping pussy.

“Cold!” While one left her core and kissed his way up her body, sliding another cube all the way up.

How Harry missed her skin. The peachy color that made her hair even redder. Each breast a wonderful mound that was a perfect fit for his palm. There were several sets of freckles on her skin that he had never been able to explore before because of embarrassing youth.

When Ginny opened her eyes again she stared into lovely emerald ones. “I’m going to take you, inch by inch.”

Her fingers wiggled against the straps. Ginny growled and giggled, “so many inches.”

He sat up to admire her. Merlin, what a beautiful woman before him. She wanted him, more than anything Ginny wanted him.

Harry shook his head, “no, I want to keep the bow of this part of my present left on.”

Slowly Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and kissed his shoulder.

“You going to fuck me as I fuck her?” Harry asked.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” Draco said.

Harry scrambled to retrieve a tube of lube from his bedside table. One thing wizards hadn’t been able to match Muggles on was lubricant. With an uneven hand you could brew something that would sting for weeks.

Planting himself between Ginny’s legs Harry leaned in and teased her again with his mouth while Draco prepped him from behind. Sliding in one finger, then two and then a third digit while he grasped Harry’s cock with his hand.

“My, my, someone has been fucked up the arse before,” Draco purred as Harry bucked his hips to meet the finger fucking. Harry lifted his face from Ginny’s sopping, wet cunt and faced the blond.

“Surprised?” He kissed Draco again and Draco moaned at the taste of both Ginny and Harry mixed together.

Who would have guessed they all shared the same desire for one another? For years Draco had hated both Harry and Ginny. That all changed when Draco’s body seemed to betray his mind whenever he saw Ginny laugh and shake her hair or Harry on the Quidditch field. Then Harry saved his life in the final battle and the lives of his parents. That selfless act made Draco think Harry felt something for him.

Then Ginny came into his life. They had both been caught by Death Eaters before the ending days and forced to hide for nearly a week. When Ginny asked if he thought he was bisexual he had never been so happy to confess everything to her. When she asked Draco if he wanted to marry her, he replied with an idea for this scheme.

“Draco?” Ginny gasped.

“Hmm?”

“Make Harry make me come.”

Harry didn’t have to be asked twice. He placed himself at her wet entrance and slowly entered her while capturing his mouth with her own. Why had he waited all these years to claim her? To fill her pussy with his cock and know there was nothing in the world that could take away this bliss? It could only be intensified as Draco positioned himself behind Harry and slid his cock inside Harry’s ass.

All three shuddered as they were all joined together. Pausing in the moment and through half closed eyes Ginny looked into Harry’s bright green eyes. He smiled at her and touched her cheek. She giggled and then threw her head back with a moan as Harry slid out of Ginny and Draco slid out of him at the same time.

“Oh god,” Draco shuddered as he thrust forward and Harry thrust himself into Ginny. They found a coordinated rhythm and Ginny reached between herself and Harry to touch and rub her clit to bring herself to another orgasm. It was so amazing to watch her pleasure as it was more vocally announced than his own building climax. Draco was also quite vocal.

“Fuck you’re so tight Harry. God I can almost feel her pussy through you. Ahhh!”

When Ginny’s third orgasm came the lights in the room flickered on and then he heard several light bulbs break. The candles around the room were still aflame but they flickered and brightened when Draco’s hot cum squirted and pulsed inside Harry as he came seconds later. He didn’t want this to end; he wanted the three of them to keep this up all night.

Draco collapsed and pulled Harry over with him and his softening cock left his body. Ginny giggled and positioned herself over Harry’s still blistering erection and started to ride him. She was still so tight, her pussy clamped around his cock and Harry groaned as her wet core slid up and down his cock.

“Come on Harry, I want you to cum in me.” Harry held her hips as she thrust up and down. Her back arched the mounds of her breast laminated by the dull candlelight. Harry couldn’t hold back any more and when he came inside Ginny the candles flickered and went out.

Through the heavy breathing Harry heard Draco mutter and the curtains in the windows opened and the room was filled with the grey London light. Ginny slid off Harry and snuggled against his sweaty body. Harry felt Draco’s hand touch his hip as his arm lay across Ginny’s side.

“Woa,” seemed to be all Harry could say.

“Indeed,” Ginny replied. Draco only moaned and all three giggled.

After sometime Harry managed to bring his scattered thoughts into a coherent question, “why?”

“Because,” Draco said. “It’s about time that we helped you with the hard on you have for us.” Ginny reached back and playfully hit Draco. “Ow.” Draco started to tickle Ginny and she yelped and kicked. Harry forgot she was so ticklish.

Ginny continued, “early on in our…relationship Draco told me he was bisexual…and I knew you were too. It was easy to see that this…was an amazing idea. That this could work.”

Harry turned to face the both of them. In the dim light he could see they were both smiling. Ginny climbed over Harry and grabbed the box on the nightstand. She grabbed Harry’s glasses and handed it to him with the box. He undid the ribbon and pulled the black paper off. Inside was a key and a folded piece of paper. He smiled as he read what it said.

“’The residences of Harry Potter, Ginevra Weasley and Draco Malfoy are located at the Tre Campane Villa on Via San Marina, Sorrento, Italy.’”

“That is if you want to join us,” Draco said. Harry thought he looked like a little puppy begging to come home with him.

Ginny’s face lit up, “its so beautiful there Harry and the air it smells of the sea, sun and lemons. There’s six lemon trees around the villa and two olive trees. There’s a garden filled with roses, tomatoes, and herbs. The main bedroom has a bathtub right next to the fireplace. It’s a perfect place to just live and be happy.”

Happy? Harry wondered what that really felt like. Though surely the last hour had been very close to that.

“What about the wedding?” He asked. Though Molly wasn’t thrilled who Ginny was marrying (nobody in the Weasley family was especially Ron), she had been ecstatic at planning the wedding of her only daughter.

Ginny sighed, “oh I think my mother would rather me not marry a Malfoy don’t you think?”

Harry smiled, “the three of us, together in Italy?” He beckoned Draco to come closer and then kissed him. Draco yielded completely. After breaking the kiss he turned and placed his lips on Ginny’s.

Hmm, Italy. He had wanted to go there for years. Harry looked at the key in his hand, and asked, “do we have time for a honeymoon?”