Interlude One: The Storeroom Incident

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Disclaimer:

Guess what? This is a fanfiction site. If any of this belonged to me, I would hardly be posting here, would I now? Nope. Forsooth, I bow before the awesomeness that is Madame Rowling.

Warnings:

Slash, homosexuality, male-on-male action, nanciness, yaoi, you name it. Fairly graphic, though nothing much below the belt. If you don't like, don't read.

Author's Notes:

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last episode, we love you all! This is a shortish interlude by Thorion; the next chapter will be up shortly, once again in roleplay format by both Heidi and Thorion. And yes, I did just talk of myself in third person there. Choke on it.

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The Storeroom Incident

Looking back on what they later referred to as The Storeroom Incident, Draco would always place the blame entirely on Harry. "After all", he would say haughtily, "you were the one plebian enough to drag me into that stupid storeroom in the first place."

Harry would smirk at him, completely unabashed, and tell him that if Draco hadn't been shooting him flirtatious glances all day long, then he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get him naked, thank you very much.

But no matter whose fault it was, they ended up in the abandoned storeroom on the second floor; Draco was pressed firmly against the wall and Harry was sucking on his neck as if his life depended on it, completely ignoring the blonde's initial protests about hickeys and having to wear turtlenecks for a week.

It was just when Draco's complaints had given way to moans that Albus Dumbledore popped his head through the door. Draco squeaked in shock, but could not bring up the force to push Harry off him; the Saviour of the Wizarding World had taken a rather intense liking to the spot just below Draco's right ear and was to be distracted by nothing. Draco, on the other hand, was too mortified to even stutter out an excuse.

Dumbledore, however, simply twinkled those annoyingly blue eyes at him. "Greetings, Mister Malfoy. I believed this to be the room Argus uses to store his whips." He looked around the room curiously. "But it appears that I was mistaken. Good day, gentlemen." And with that he bowed slightly, closed the door behind him and left Draco wondering what on earth the good-natured headmaster would need whips for. He tried very hard not to think of Professor McGonagall - He did not need that particular mental image...

Harry's teeth scraping along his earlobe snapped Draco out of his revery.

"Oh sweet Merlin", he whispered, "I can't believe that Dumbledore, of all people, just walked in on us snogging. Thank God we still had our clothes on..."

Harry hardly even looked up, his concentration again focussed on Draco's neck. "Speaking of clothes... Let's get them off you."

For some reason, this proposal made all thoughts of Dumbledore vanish from Draco's mind.

Harry growled an incantation and Draco felt his designer shirt rip in two and fall to the floor. His brand new Gladrags Gold shirt, no less. But then Harry's teeth closed on his nipple, and suddenly designer shirts were no longer important.

Hermione Granger chose just that moment to enter the storeroom in search of a quiet place to study. She rolled her eyes upon spotting Harry and Draco. "Honestly! You do know that intercourse is against the school rules? And in a public place like this, too!" She shook her head and gave them a critical once-over. "I hope you're at least using proper protection? There are numerous sexually transmitted diseases, you know, both wizarding and muggle. You should use a condom as well as magical protection, just to be on the safe side. This book I found in the library said that if you..."

Draco lost track of Hermione's lecture as Harry's mouth left his nipple to ghost over his chest towards his stomach. Gods, how could his boyfriend be so oblivious to what was happening around them? He could only hope that Hermione would leave sometime soon, else --

"Oh bloody buggering hell, don't you two ever stop?! Eww!"

Ron Weasley edged into the storeroom, doing his best to look anywhere but at Harry and Draco. "Hermione", he whined, "I was looking all over the place for you, what are you doing here? Come on, I need your help with my transfiguration homework." Clearly anxious to get away from Harry and Draco as soon as possible, he didn't wait for a reply, but simply dragged Hermione out of the room. Draco heard her shout one last warning, something about protection and prevention, before the door slammed shut and he was left alone with Harry once more.

Draco made a mental note to thank Ronald later. But right now, Harry's tongue was doing something to his navel and it really shouldn't be feeling this good but oh it did and ...

"Oh look, here they are!" exclaimed Ginny Weasley, bouncing into the room in company of Pansy Parkinson. She smirked at Draco. "You could hear Ron bellowing like a Minotaur all the way to the Great Hall."

Draco threw back his head in a mixture of passion and frustration. "Then why in the name of Mordred did you come up here?" he ground out in between gasps. Pansy stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "Isn't it obvious?" She nonchalantly summoned two seats and a huge bag of popcorn. "You two are so hot together!"

Harry chose that moment to give a long, gutteral moan. The girls drooled and wriggled in their seats, leaning forward in anticipation as Harry's mouth headed steadily further south. Draco decided it was time for drastic measures.

"Pansy", he choked out, "if you do not leave immediately, I will never again lend you any of my hair products." He ignored her frightened gasp and ploughed right on. "And you, Weaslette... If you do not leave us alone, I shall owl your mother and tell her all about that orgy you had wi-"

"A threesome is not an orgy!" the youngest Weasley protested indignantly.

Draco merely raised his eyebrows at her - which was quite a feat, considering how the Saviour of he Wizarding World was somehow opening his belt buckle with his mouth. But apparently, Ginny got the message. Still grumbling, she flounced out of the storeroom, pulling a reluctant Pansy with her. With a final pout and a glare, they were gone. And not a moment too soon, for Harry had disposed of Draco's belt and was now starting to work on his trousers. And even through the cloth of his designer underwear, Draco could feel that tongue probing and swirling and...

Flash!

Colin Creevey's camera went off

"Merlin's pants!" Draco exclaimed, "Is this some sort of public crossroad?!"

"Sorry!" squealed Creevey. "I just thought, everyone's always talking about you two, so like, I thought I could get a photo and you could, like, both sign it and then..." He trailed off at the look on Draco's face. "Err... I'll ask you about it later then?" And with that, he turned tail and ran.

Draco rested his head against the wall. Next time he was going to keep Harry off him long enough to cast the appropriate silence and locking charms on every single opening in the room. But right now, the only thing of importance was what exactly Harry was doing with his tongue and three fingers and thank God that no one was interrupting them now...

It wasn't until they were lying on the floor in an exhausted bundle of limbs, an hour and a half later, that Draco found the strength to scold his boyfriend for having been so ignorant to all the people strolling into the storeroom. Harry merely blinked.

"Huh? People? What people?"

And somehow, Draco found as he snuggled closer, he didn't have the heart to keep scolding him right now. It was definitely all Harry's fault, and he'd make sure to remind him of that fact constantly... but it could wait.

...Neither of them had noticed Blaise Zabini, freshly recovered from the injuries Harry had given him in the entrance hall the day before, as he peered around the door of the storeroom shortly after Colin Creevey had left. They did not notice the look of pure hatred on his face, nor the malicious grin that lit up his features as he finally slunk away, muttering about revenge and Amortentia love potions...

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The End of Interlude One

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