Sneaking Suspicions
Harry was trying so hard not to make any noise, honest to Merlin he was. It was just really hard with Draco pressed up against him the way he was.
Draco was laying on top of him, moving between Harry's legs only slightly but it was enough to get a reaction from him. They were wrapped up in one another, holding on to each other tightly with Harry's leg wrapped around Draco's. The heat rising between them was nearly unbearable, to the point where it was getting hard to breathe, but the pleasure building within them both was enough to make them forget.
Draco's hand, which had been trapped between Harry's back and the mattress, wriggled free and began moving down. Their kiss deepened as his hand travelled down over his waist, past his hip and stopped to get a tight grasp of his taut seekers arse. He used this new grip to grind his cock hard against Harry's, making the brunette gasp and bite his lip to avoid shouting out a broad list of profanities. This was the biggest risk they had ever taken and it was such an incredibly huge turn on. The idea of getting caught in reality was mortifying but, in the moment, it was the hottest thing they had ever done.
Harry grabbed a handful of Draco's soft hair, tugging slightly as his tongue twisted around his lovers. He was so close, but this friction wasn't enough. He ran his other hand down his boyfriend's chest, forcing the blonde to move back for him, where he grasped their lengths together.
Draco broke the kiss, his head sagging in the nape of Harry's neck and letting out a soft groan as he rocked faster in to his hand. It didn't take long for Harry to come, Draco was much better at holding his composure and hearing him lose himself like that was enough to send him over the edge. He threw his head back, speeding up his hand as he came hard over his own chest. It must have been just what Draco needed to finish himself as seconds later he ejaculated, their fluids mixing together on Harry's bare skin.
Harry had somebody in there! Ron couldn't believe it. He hadn't heard anybody sneak in... and with the age of this castle it was very difficult to sneak! He must have snuck them in before he had headed to bed. In fact, now that he thought about it, his curtains had been closed before Harry had even come upstairs.
Was this who he had cheated with Ginny with?
Ron felt a rage sweep through him. He thought he would be able to forgive his friend for hurting his sister, thought maybe it had been a one off mistake because they weren't happy. He hadn't even considered he might have actually had an affair. Ginny had spent the whole holiday crying over him while he had probably spent it bending some little slut over every surface in the common room! He couldn't let this carry on.
Almost all of Ron wanted to jump out of bed, pull Harry's curtains back and beat the shit out of him right in front of his little girlfriend. He almost did, except a tiny part of him didn't want to. This was his best friend of over seven years. Despite the anger he felt, he didn't really want to beat up his best friend. Especially not while he was naked. That would be a bit much. No. He would wait until morning to decide how to act.
Ron felt quite proud of himself as he lay back down on the sheets. Hermione could say what she wanted about him being immature but, had this situation arose a year or so earlier, his room mates would have awoken to the sight of Ron in his ugly maroon pyjamas straddling The Naked One while screaming about him being a cheat. Yes. He had definitely matured. Despite knowing he would not be able to sleep, Ron turned over on his side and closed his eyes. Everything was quiet and he had just started to drift off when he heard a rustle and the unmistakable sound of a creaking floor board.
The boys dorm room was so quiet that Draco could hear his own heart beat as he made his way back to his own bed. He silently thanked Merlin that he had redressed himself before leaving, at least his socks were cushioning his footsteps. He made it half way across the room without a problem, when a floor board groaned under his weight. The blonde froze immediately on the spot.
If I get caught, I have no excuse for being out of bed! I'm so fucked!
Deciding the coast was clear, Draco tip-toed the rest of the way without any more hiccoughs. He climbed in to bed fully clothed, not willing to risk waking anybody by changing in to pyjamas. They had played a very dangerous game tonight. They could have both spent the night alone, they could have cast a Silencio on the curtains, they could have snuck down to the empty common room for some privacy. Hell, they could have taken a trip and reminisced in the Room of Requirement... but the thrill of having to be quiet was easily the most intense moment of Draco's young life.
Personally, it didn't matter to him if they got caught. It would have ruined the moment, sure, but he didn't care if anybody found out. Harry did though... and that's what mattered.
Tomorrow. Harry had promised.
This would be their last night of sneaking. Their last night of whispers. Tomorrow they would be out. Together.
The Great Hall was practically empty as Hermione sipped her coffee and read the Daily Prophet. With the exception of a handful of Ravenclaws and a single Slytherin, who seemed to be studying or doing last minute homework, Hermione was the only early riser. She was used to it though. In fact, she rather liked having the alone time. She quietly tutted her disapproval at the one Ravenclaw who was writing so frantically he might end up with friction burns.
We have had over a week! How could they possibly leave it this late?
Hermione lowered her paper to grab some toast only to jump out of her skin. Sat opposite her was an extremely tired and dishevelled looking Ronald.
"We need to talk." the ragged ginger whispered, leaning in. He looked like absolute death, like he hadn't slept all night. Which might explain why he was down for breakfast at 6.30AM.
"About what?" Hermione asked, placing her piece of toast back down on her plate. They hadn't spoken in three days and now he had come to her like this. She couldn't resist a little dig at him. "You look terrible! Did you sleep at all last night?"
"No!" Ron shouted, completely unperturbed by the insult or the stares he received at his raised voice. "I couldn't! Something happened! Well, actually two things happened... I'm not sure which is worse! They're definitely both bloody worrying but I wouldn't know where to begin! Do I start with Harry or Malfoy? Obviously Harry's my mate and I -"
"Ronald!" Hermione hissed, snapping Ron out of his incoherent babbling. He closed his mouth but his eyes remained large like saucers. "Stop. Breathe. Start at the beginning."
If Ronald has caught them, this is it! He won't hesitate to confront him. The whole school will know by lunch time.
The very worn down young man did as he was told. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly. When he opened his eyes, they were still wild and bloodshot... but slightly less crazed. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, muttering and shaking his head.
"Okay, so... I couldn't sleep last night..."
"I can tell!"
"So I was just laying awake thinking about... things." Ron shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. "It was totally silent, everyone else was asleep, or so I thought."
Oh sweet Merlin he caught them in the act!
Hermione tried very hard to act like she wasn't about to have a heart attack.
"Go on." Hermione coaxed, glad to hear her voice had remained steady. She placed her hands on her lap, crossing her fingers together to avoid fidgeting.
"Well, I could hear noises coming from Harry's bed. I figured he was, well, you know. Having some..." Ronald avoided eye contact and cleared his throat "...alone time."
Hermione's face contorted in to a look of utter disgust. This was not what she needed to hear this early in the morning.
"Anyway, it turned out he had a girl in there!" he concluded.
A girl?! What is happening?!
"I'm sorry..." Hermione shook her head, hoping to jumble all the information about until it made sense again. "How exactly do you know he had a girl in bed with him?"
"Well, 'cause I heard them kissing and... moaning." Ronald smirked. He grabbed a mug of black coffee and added three sugars. Hermione bit her tongue, now was not the time to be channelling her parents and ranting about dental hygiene.
"Okay..." That was all Hermione could think to say on the matter. Really, she knew exactly who Harry was sharing some intimate time with but she couldn't very well tell Ronald. Since she didn't want to lie either, all that was really left was keeping her mouth shut about it. She tried to move the conversation along. "So, what was this other thing that had you so shook up?"
Ronalds eyes flew wide open again, like he had forgotten all about it. He took one huge gulp of his coffee before placing it down and nodding his head like a mad man.
"Oh yeah! I saw Malfoy creeping around the dorm early hours of this morning!"
A loud noise, somewhat similar to that of a scared parrot, filled the Great Hall. It wasn't until Hermione looked around that she realised the noise had come from her. After all of the signs and now THIS, how had this ignorant dope not figured it out yet?
Was he really that dumb? Or did he just not want it to be true?
"So? Why do you think he was sneaking around?" Hermione prodded.
"I dunno, but I'm gonna find out!" Ronald assured her, picking up a piece of toast and shoving it in his mouth.
"I'm sure you will."
It was 7AM when Harry woke up for the first day of term. Intent on getting back in to the swing of things, he was up before most of the other guys. All the curtains were shut except for Ron's which was very unusual, first day or not. He rubbed his eyes, stumbling heavily as he gathered his robes for the day and made his way to the bathroom.
We should never have stayed up that late before our first day back.
He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he began getting ready; using the toilet, brushing his teeth and fruitlessly running a comb through his disobedient hair. It wasn't until he had finished his last ditch attempt at controlling his birds nest that he realised he needed his towel if he wanted a quick shower. He switched on the shower to warm up, hurried to the bathroom door, swung it open and was met with a very nice view.
Draco stood in the doorway with his robes in hand, a towel over his shoulder and wearing only his pyjama bottoms. Harry's insides melted immediately. Merlin be damned, his boyfriend was one hell of a fine specimen.
"I forgot my towel..." Harry mumbled, staring absently at the creamy six pack in front of him.
Draco did a quick check that they were alone before stepping forward and in to Harry's personal space.
"So share mine."
Thrown back as Draco threw himself on Harry's body, they collided against the wall. Letting go only to lock the door behind him, Draco pushed him towards the shower, removing each others pyjamas as they went.
"How could you possibly be this horny?" Harry asked. His boyfriend's member was pushing hard against his own through their underwear, the only clothing item left. "You only got back in to your own bed six hours ago!"
"What can I say?" Draco spoke in to Harry's open mouth as he grabbed him through his boxers. "I can't get enough of you."
He pulled away, leaving cold air on Harry's skin that made him miss Draco's warmth immediately. The blonde dropped his boxers, stepped out of them and in to the shower. Harry stared longingly at that beautiful, creamy arse of his. His boyfriend was so damn sexy.
Draco stood under the water, wetting his golden locks and then turned, throwing a look over his shoulder that made Harry's legs wobble slightly. Harry swiftly removed his own boxers and jumped in. As soon as the water hit him, Draco pushed him roughly against the wall, kissing him passionately. He kissed down his cheek and along his jaw. Harry was just starting to lose himself in the moment when the door handle rattled. Draco pulled back instinctively, before a sly smirk grew on the corner of his lips.
"You nearly done in there?" Ron's voice sounded muffled through the door. "I forgot to shower before breakfast!"
"Answer him." Draco whispered before slowly lowering himself down on to his knees. Harry's heart beat tripled.
He couldn't really be serious...
"Hello?" Ron said a bit louder.
Draco grabbed hold of Harry, hard in his hand and mouthed to him. 'Talk'.
"Uhh... I've actually just got..." Harry stuttered as Draco put his rock hard cock in his mouth. "...in!"
"That you Harry?" Ron asked.
Draco took Harry deep in to his throat, deeper than he ever had before. The brunette threw his head back, whacking it against the cold tiles behind him. He couldn't suppress the groan that escaped him.
"Nnngggyyyesss!"
This was, without a doubt, the kinkiest thing he had ever done in his life. He didn't want to be enjoying it, he didn't like that he was getting off on his friend listening to him during this, but damn it... he was.
"I um... I'm just..." Draco ran his tongue up Harry's shaft, twisting around his head before sucking lightly on the end. "Aaaaaaahhh!"
"Harry... have you got someone in there?"
Draco's hand, which had been holding a firm grip on Harry's taut arse, slid gradually closer to his centre. Harry could feel himself reaching his end, this was too much. He was completely losing control. Draco's wet finger slid effortlessly inside of him, pushing him straight over the edge.
"Uhhh yes!" Harry screamed. Draco took him deep again, letting him spill his load in his throat. Merlin he loved this man. When he had finally finished and Draco let him go, he slid down the tiles, completely breathless.
As Hermione walked back from the Great Hall, having taken her time, she bumped in to a still dishevelled looking Ronald.
"I thought you were going to shower?"
"I was," Ronald answered, storming past "except Harry's got his slut in there!"
She was so shocked, she didn't have a chance to reply before he was gone around the corner. Were those boys really so dumb as to fool around in such an obvious place? Surely not...
Hermione stepped through the portrait hole to find Ginny up and dressed with a huge smile on her face. She had certainly not expected this.
"Good morning... are you okay?" she asked cautiously.
"Oh yes, I'm fine." Ginny answered, inspecting her nails.
"Why the scary smile, Gin?"
"I've made up my mind."