Dislcaimer: I am not gleaning any profit from this whatsoever, except my own fulfillment of my sick little fantasies.
-Something Pretty-
How had this begun?
Was it Ginny's fault, falling in love with the Wizarding world's hero? Was it his fault, lusting after the Gryffindor? Was it Harry's fault, oblivious to both?
Or was it all of them combined?
On the wind he came, silver hair whipping about. A snarled insult, a haughty retort, a searing kiss. No one saw, no one knew.
On the bed, her freckled limbs tangled with his deathly pale ones. They fit together in all the right places, he inside her and she around him. Afterward, he laid his fair head next to hers. Where her red and his blonde touched, pink was born.
Through the portrait he came, a frown upon his visage. A heavy sigh, a soft condolence, a gentle kiss. No one saw, no one knew.
On the couch, his tanned fingers wrapped about her dainty ones. They fit together in all the right places, he inside her and she around him. Afterward, he laid his raven head next to hers. Where her red and his black touched, burgundy was born.
Were they living in pink or just faded red?
Once again he rode on the wings of zephyrs, but this time, it wasn't him kissing her against the broomshed. He burned with hate; the madness within pulled with violent strings.
-What do you think you're doing? It came out in a sibilant hiss.
Startled, the black-haired boy turned. –What?
-You, and her! He bellowed. Nonplussed, he turned to look at his paramour. She looked back at him calmly. A dainty, freckled hand rose, and he watched it hungrily. –Come, she whispered.
He was near her in seconds, shoving the other aside and sealing her lips in a jealous kiss. –What do you think you're doing? growled Potter. He ignored the other; then the Gryffindor's hands were on him, kneading him through his pants. In surprise, Draco bit down on Ginny's lip. She moaned and bucked against him.
-Not here, she whispered, not here.
-My room, Draco groaned, his erection pulsating uncomfortably against his pants.
Miraculously, they made it his room without being caught. The moment the door closed, Potter shoved him up against it and kissed him. Growling, he pushed the other boy back. –I won't be dominated, Potter.
Harry was breathing harshly. –And you won't dominate me, Malfoy. Two sets of eyes darted to Ginny, whose face was flushed with desire. Raising a long, pale digit, Draco whispered huskily, Come.
She came. Then their pants were off, and he was thrusting into her. Potter came up behind her, his erection prodding at her rear entrance. She gave out a breathy giggle, her vaginal muscles contracting delightfully around his cock. The Boy Who Lived shoved into her at the same moment he did, and Ginny screamed.
Draco and Harry alternated their thrusting so that Ginny was never empty. Ginny's vagina constricted suddenly around him, and she was coming, a keening wail falling from her perfect lips. Over her shoulder, Potter looked at him, his emerald eyes darkened in lust. Thrusting more frantically than ever, Draco pulled Potter to him.
Their lips met, and he was coming, screaming both his lover's names, and Harry came not a moment later, eyelids fluttering shut in ecstasy.
Despite having three pairs of legs, the trio barely managed to reach the bed. Exhausted, they collapsed on each other, black with blonde, red in between.
Somehow they had found color in black and white, something pretty.