Author's Note: Thanks to the mighty resurrection of Deb for doing the Beta for this story. I thought I was going to have to post it up Sans Beta, but lucky me, I had a volunteer. So, as I mentioned in the summary, this is Drarry, however, you'll have to bear with a bit of Het at the start. I swear it will be minimal though. Cross my heart and swear to never write porn again. This story will be 4 parts in total.
"But what is it?" Draco growled when no one would answer him. His friends just sniggered as if they were all still eleven and someone had smuggled in a copy of 'Golden Snitch' magazine. But there were no illicit images of naked witches to be found here, merely a decent sized hole in the locker room wall.
Draco assumed it had been caused in the battle; there were plenty of places in the castle with lingering damage. But this hole was so perfectly round, he just couldn't decide what had caused it. "A spell of some sort must have put it there, but which?" he murmured allowed, and again, the giggle fit commenced.
"Draco," Theo piped in, a warm, comforting hand on his shoulder. "This has been here forever. Maybe since the Founders. I can't believe you've never seen it before."
"Fuck off. It most certainly has not," Draco protested, yanking his arm from Theo's grip. The tingle it left behind was more than somewhat disconcerting.
"Theo's right, mate. It's always been here," Blaise agreed, a sly grin on his face. "I can certainly attest to that," he added with a waggle of his dark brow.
Draco's brow merely creased further in confusion and he gave an indignant huff. Okay, so he rarely wandered back into the showers. He usually preferred the privacy of the baths in the dorms, but he'd gotten particularly sweaty on the pitch today and had needed a shower too badly to put it off. So, maybe they were right. Maybe this had been here all along, but… "It still doesn't explain what. It. Is," he bit out, glaring from one sniggering boy to the next.
"It's a glory hole, mate," Blaise said, finally caving to Draco's demanding gaze.
Draco merely blinked. Blaise's explanation didn't help at all. "What's so glorious about a hole?" he muttered skeptically.
Everyone burst into laughter except for Theo, who rarely showed excessive mirth, but even he was smirking slightly. "It's not the hole that's glorious, more, what's on the other side."
"The Girl's locker room is on the other side. So what?" Draco complained. "It's big enough to watch through, I suppose, but I doubt you'd see much."
Blaise chuckled. "You can see quite a bit, but again, not the point."
Now Draco was getting truly irritated. He didn't take lightly to being the arse of any joke, even something as petty as this. "Then what the fuck is the point?" he seethed, his voice low and dangerous like his father taught him. Malfoys never raised their voices in anger.
Theo leaned over and whispered in his ear, the sensation sending a shiver down Draco's spine. He grimaced as Theo pulled away, still smirking. "That's the maddest thing I've ever heard!" Draco protested. "Who in their right mind would stick their prick into a hole in hopes that some random troll will come suck him off?"
"Oi!" Blaised grumbled. "It's not mad. It's hot!"
"Hot?" Draco scoffed. "What if the girl blasted your bits off with a hex instead? No thanks, I do a fine job of getting laid without the help of some bloody hole." And he could. Draco could get just about any girl at the school to sleep with him, but the idea had only been appealing for about twenty minutes in fifth year when his hormones had been particularly raging. It had all proven to be a messy mistake, however, because he'd chosen Pansy Parkinson of all people, who was ridiculously clingy and unpleasant. Since then he'd practically sworn himself to celibacy, which was quite easy given the past two years had been completely absorbed by a war and a madman who did things to him he still struggled to forget.
It was a bit harder these days though, when even a gentle touch from his best friend, Theo, could set his trousers to tighten. It was foolish, really. He'd just been denying himself for too long. He just needed to find someone he could tolerate for more than ten seconds that could take care of his needs without whining about a marriage contract.
Draco pondered who could fill that role as he shimmied into his trousers and toweled off his hair. None of his mates were with anyone serious, but then, they were all like him. In a year or so each one of them would be presented with the person they'd have to spend the rest of their lives with, like it or not. So, no one was in a rush to involve themselves with anyone else. He knew Blaise was a bit of a slut, sticking his cock in anyone who would let him. He was also pretty sure Goyle had a crush, though he doubted that had gone very far given the girl was in Ravenclaw. Theo was always more secretive than the rest, but he was good looking and Draco wagered he'd had his share of fit girls cross through his bed.
Maybe he'd ask Theo who he'd suggest shagging. Someone discrete. Someone who didn't care too much about him. He didn't really fancy using anyone, much to his own surprise. Though he highly doubted his pride would ever allow him to ask for assistance in his love life, even Theo. This fact brought his thoughts back to the hole in the wall. Maybe Blaise wasn't as daft as Draco always told him – about this, anyway. Maybe there really was something to the anonymity of the hole. Draco didn't think it sounded quite as hot as Blaise described, but it certainly sounded easier than getting random erections in class or finding someone that met all of his very high expectations.
He was distracted when they left, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he followed the other boys out. Halfway around the corner, Draco paused and made a split second decision. "Hey, I forgot one of my books in the locker. I'll catch up with you," he told Theo, who shot him a quizzical look but shrugged and jogged to catch up with Greg and Blaise.
Draco doubled back, tossing his bag on the ground and stalking back to the showers. He stared at that annoyingly alluring hole for what seemed like hours, pacing back and forth in front of it. This was stupid. There wasn't even anybody over there by now. It was late and Slytherin had been the only team practicing on the pitch and there were hardly any girls on their team even if some were straggling behind. Still, his interest was piqued and he wouldn't be able to walk away until he at least tried it.
Then he'd be able to forget all about this silliness.
Slowly he tugged at his zipper and opened his trousers enough to free his half-hard cock. He gave it a firm stroke and walked over to the hole. It was a hair too low and he had to bend his knees a bit, but after a silent chastisement for being such a wanker for this, he shoved his dick through to the open air of the girls' locker room and waited for something to happen.
Harry stumbled into the girl's locker room. He was a little bit buzzed from the Firewhiskey Ron had snuck into their dorm room after dinner. Well, maybe more than a little buzzed. They'd nearly finished the bottle off between the two of them and Seamus and then Harry left Ron to deal with Hermione's wrath. He'd promised Ginny he would meet her here. It seemed the only place they could be alone these days. The Room of Requirement hadn't fully repaired itself and Harry wasn't completely comfortable snogging amongst its still burnt remains.
He heard a noise from just outside and slipped a little deeper into the room, ducking into a small alcove where he wouldn't be seen just in case it wasn't Ginny. Crouching down in the corner, Harry peered around in the dark and waited for his girlfriend. A skylight in the room bathed the entire room in a soft silvery light and after a few moments, Harry's eyes adjusted to it well enough to see around the room.
He was in the showers. They weren't as open as they were in the boys' lockers, more like cubicles without doors. When Harry heard another noise, nearer this time, he practically leapt out of his skin. "Just calm down, Harry," he whispered, his voice echoing slightly on the tiles. "You've killed the darkest wizard of our time. What's a run in with Filch compared to that?" He talked himself down, and as soon as his heart stopped racing he looked for the source of the sound.
Harry found it easily enough.
Swallowing back a sound of surprise, Harry glanced to his right and saw what had caused the noise that startled him. It was a cock, which seemed completely absurd, even in his current state.
But it was not just any cock. It was bloody beautiful, this cock. If there were awards handed out for the most stunningly pink, straight and sizable cock, this one would easily take the blue ribbon. He leaned closer, his brain too addled to ponder what such a perfect cock was doing jutting out of the wall at this time of night. Or at all.
He frowned, thinking of his own prick hiding away behind his denims. He wasn't ashamed of it, it wasn't overly large, but it wasn't small either. His was generally darker in color than the fine specimen before him, and his own went at a bit of an angle rather than standing perfectly straight and upright. In fact, the longer he stared the more differences he could probably pick out. He'd never seen another cock this close before. It was an unspoken rule in the boys' locker room that you never openly stared at another boy's bits, not that Harry had ever been particularly tempted.
But this was different. Very different. The cock was here, just begging to be gawked at, begging to be ogled. Begging to be licked.
Harry's cheeks heated violently at the thought. Could he? Clearly the cock was attached to someone on the other side of that wall, he wasn't pissed enough not to realize that. But didn't the very act of it being there mean whoever was on the other side of the wall wanted Harry's attention? His mouth felt suddenly dry as he was pulled like a moth to a flickering candle to the gorgeous expanse of flesh before him.
His heart was pounding so fast he thought it might leap from his chest as his tongue flicked out, catching the glistening drop at the tip. At first contact, the mystery prick jerked and quickly slunk back into the hole in the wall, like a turtle hiding from a predator. But before Harry even had a moment to pout, it came back through the hole with a tentative thrust.
Draco moaned softly into the damp air of the locker room. His fingertips were nearly bloody from scrabbling at the slick tiles, needing to hold onto something, anything, as the mouth on the other side of the wall worked him into a frenzy. It was messy, but Draco had never had such amazing head in his entire life. The way the stranger's tongue seemed to caress him as that bloody mouth sucked. Salazar, it was the most amazing sensation. He had to hand it to Blaise, this was definitely worth the mild humiliation he felt at shoving his dick through a hole in the wall.
At least there was no one around to witness this degradation. Just him and the delicious mystery mouth, hot, wet and dirty, just the way he liked it. He only wished he could hear their moans the way he heard his own echoing through the room. He could certainly feel them, the way they vibrated up his prick and straight to his core. The slag on the other end was clearly enjoying him, but there must have been a silencing charm between them that prevented them from hearing each other. Or at least he prayed his moans of pleasure couldn't be heard, because he certainly wasn't holding back.
It was fantastic, and as he felt himself tense, a hot coil of desire burning through him and threatening to explode, he felt the person on the other end suck more erratically until Draco came with a shout and filled their mouth with his seed. To his surprise, the mouth kept working him, milking him until he had to jerk free of the wicked tongue that seemed determined to drive him mad, lapping at him and cleaning his prick long after he came.
When he pulled back and let out a thready sigh, he resisted the urge to peek through the hole and see for himself who was on the other end. This was best. He'd come to the wall, take his pleasure from the mouth and be done with it. 'The Mouth'. He chuckled at his own thoughts as he pulled his trousers back up and gave his reflection a cursory glance, straightening a few out of place hairs.
Draco took the long way around the locker rooms, not wanting to accidentally bump into his mystery mouth. How awkward would that have been? With a new spring to his step, Draco strolled back toward the common room to meet back up with his mates, never letting his thoughts stray back to his earlier activities or who had been responsible for weakening his knees so thoroughly.
Harry leaned against the wall for a long moment, sucking down mouthfuls of air. His mind was reeling and his heart pounding so violently, he could hear his pulse in his ears. What had he just done? Somehow in the span of twenty minutes, Harry had turned everything that he thought he'd known about himself completely upside down. Was he gay? The way he so thoroughly enjoyed that cock just now spoke volumes to that answer, but he could still hardly believe he'd done it.
Godric, but had it tasted fantastic, and the weight of it on his tongue felt so right.
Groaning, Harry struggled to his feet, needing to go to bed and sleep on this new information about himself. He was still warm from the alcohol and the hot jets of seed he'd devoured like a starving man. It was all he could do not to seek out his stranger and beg for more.
As he dusted off his knees, he heard his name called out and a new sensation washed over him like a tidal wave. Guilt. Through all of that, Harry hadn't even considered his betrayal, which should have stopped him from the start. What would Ginny think? He had to tell her, but then what could he say to her exactly? 'Oh, by the way, I just sucked a strange cock poking out of the wall, and I liked it. Hope that's okay.'
Smacking himself in the forehead, Harry looking up to see Ginny peeking around the corner. "There you are." Her smile for him reached all the way to her eyes and Harry felt like more of an arse than ever.
"Hey, Gin," he greeted sheepishly. "Everything all right?"
"Mmhmm," she hummed, taking a few steps closer. "Nobody followed me here. We're all alone," she whispered, her voice still carrying through the ceramic tiled room. Before Harry could say a word, Ginny leapt, kissing him roughly as her body practically melded against his.
When he pulled back, she licked her lips and shot him a confused frown. "What have you been eating, Harry? You taste…odd."
Harry swallowed.
"The boys and I shared a bit of Firewhiskey earlier…maybe you're tasting that?" he suggested, to which she thankfully shrugged.
"Never had it, couldn't say," she chirped, her grin turning wicked as her hand caressed the aching bulge in Harry's trousers. "Someone's been thinking naughty things," she teased, rubbing him through the fabric.
Harry hissed and nodded, never had any words been truer, accidentally or not. He shifted, backing her up toward the wall, his own hands gliding down to grip her thighs. "And you, wearing a skirt? You never wear skirts," he chided, shaking his head in a professor-like fashion. "What is it exactly you think we're doing here, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny's eyes sparkled and she pounced, undoing Harry's top button and freeing him from his denims. "And I'm not wearing any knickers," she whispered into his ear and his cock twitched in her hand, making her giggle. "Someone is quite eager."
Lifting her slim figure easily, Harry slid his cock up and down her slit, watching her eyes fall shut and her head fall back in a moan. Her legs wrapped perfectly around him, her back braced against the smooth wall as he guided himself into her tight heat.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned as she clenched around him and he slammed into her with a force he'd never shown before. He gripped her like his life depended on it, pounding into her ruthlessly, the entire time mentally chanting 'I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay'.
But it wasn't her firm breasts, or the way she bounced so gingerly on his dick that turned Harry on or made him explode inside of her moments later. It was the image of that perfect cock, pumping into his mouth and coming down his throat that brought him to his climax, even though it was Ginny's name he shouted.
Author's Note: Okay, so, I'll leave you all to go burn your eyes out while you wait for the next chapter. *Kisses*