"You're my favorite." He hissed in the younger boys ear.
"Mmmm I can tell." Malfoy replied between pants.
Draco reached behind him and grabbed the man he was entangled with. They pushed their hips in a quickening rhythm. Faster and faster they raced until Voldemort was screaming with pleasure.
"Crumpets! Jesus, ahhh!" Voldy screeched in the heat of the moment.
Malfoy kissed his lovers perfect, marble lips to keep him from waking the headmaster. Many people thought Dumbledore was nicknamed headmaster because of his position at the school. When in reality his position title was principal, since no one fucking says headmaster as a person working at a school. No, he was the head master because he was the best at giving head. Once he blew half the year ones just to win a bet with McGonagal.
After a couple more eye popping, jaw dropping minutes the pair gave in to exhaustion. As Draco snuggled into Voldemort he nestled his small cantaloupe shaped head into Voldys rigid collar bones. Nothing turned Draco on quite like a rigid man. And nothing turned Voldemort on quite like a small, underage child with a cantaloupe shaped head. He smelled the young boys mess of blond hair.
"Mmmm you smell like blueberries." Voldemort was very curious now. Slowly he stuck out his six foot tongue and caressed the sweaty, blueberry-smelling, mop of pee colored hair. It didn't taste like blueberries at all. In fact, it tasted like the little old lady at the end of his neighborhood.
"Did you just lick me?" Malfoy asked incredulously.
"No. I just, ah, bumped your head. Sorry baby." With that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named kissed his favorite followers forehead.
"Weird, it felt like you swirled around my head. Haha whatever." Secretly Draco had been wishing V would just admit it so next time they had some new kinky stuff to work with. The whole bondage thing had been fun at first, but as the saying goes, you can't wear the same butt plug twice.
"Thanks again for sneaking me in through the window. I don't think I could handle another one of Professor Flitwick's safe sex speeches. He's a total dick!" Voldemort complained loudly.
"Shh, don't wake anyone up. And he's about the size of one too!" D retorted.
"Goddamn it. I fucking hate you so damn much. Why the fuck you in my bed again, nigga?" Harry had drunkenly stumbled back to Hogwarts after a night of partying only to find Voldemort and Draco going at it like rabbits in his bed.
"We had sexual intercourse." Draco replied cheerily.
"Fine, k, good job. Now move, I gotta get my bong cuz it's almost 4:20."
"It's 4:21." V pointed out.
Harrys face twisted into a look of agony and suddenly all the pain he had ever experienced flashed across his face.
"What can I do to cheer you up?" Draco questioned, hoping it would get him to just go away.
Harry was able to squish out a few words. "Maybe I'll visit the headmaster."
"He's done diddly gonna go get a blowjob from good old dumbleydore," V said, absently petting Draco. They both sniggered as Harry stormed out of the room, muttering under his breath about how it didn't matter if he was going to get a bj from D-Dore or not.