Author's Note: Another chapter! Ok, I'm not sure how many of these I'll be able to do before the site allows me to update without any glitches. So at the start of each chapter I'll tell you how many new chapters have been posted previously, so you don't accidentally jump ahead of the story.

There was One (1) new chapter before this. Chapter twenty-five (25).

CHAPTER 26

The following morning was met with a vast array of mixed feelings across the board. Harry, to start did not want to get out of his bed. Last night he heard when Blaise came and looked in on him. He had tried his absolute hardest to remain as still as humanly possible. Even though he was having the panic of his life he kept his breathing level and when it finally seemed like Blaise fell for his ruse and left Harry almost cried in relief. He had lay there for the entire night wondering what he would have done if it hadn't worked. The thought of being alone again had brought tears to his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling above him, clutching the blanket to his chest relishing in the warmth that it provided and cried. He couldn't risk losing all of this. It wasn't just the companionship he had gained from Blaise and Draco. It was them so selflessly opening up their home to him and giving him a warm place to rest his head at night. They took him away from the verbal and physical abuse that he suffered at the hands of the people who were supposed to love and protect him. This feeling of stability and safety- Merlin, he didn't want to lose it. It would crush him beyond repair. He had to be more careful. They couldn't know how he felt. Last night was a severe lapse in judgement and self control. It would not happen again.

He felt so disgusted with himself thinking back on it then. Because even after the relief and the tears his erection simply refused to go away. Even after forcing himself to think about Dumbledore dressed like Professor McGonagall wearing ten pounds of make up like Ginny usually did and smelling like that nasty floral and almond scented concoction that attempted to pass as perfume that Madam Pomfrey insisted on bathing herself in every morning. But to no avail. Even when he thought of Ron and Hermione doing it. Ugh. It just wouldn't go away. The power of arousal that the Slytherin pair had over him was just too great. So finally, shamefully, he reached down beneath the blanket and slipped his hand into his pants. The first stroke of his member sent his back arching off the bed. He had never had reason to touch himself before. But he knew the general mechanics. Before he knew it, sexual thoughts of the Slytherins filled his mind fuelling his strokes. He bit the back of his hand to keep himself from moaning out. His hand slid slowly up and down his hardened shaft. He didn't know what he liked, but he was curious to find out. He had never been a particularly sexual person before.

But now..

After what he saw last night..

"Fuck.." He moaned softly against the bag of his hand and squeezed his shaft and precome dribbled down his length on to his fingers. It made his cock even more rigid and now it made it slick. He pressed his fingertips against the throbbing, leaking slit moaning softly at the sensation. He closed his eyes tighter and pushed away the shame he felt as he imagined it being Draco's aristocratically soft hand gripping him so tight, stroking his cock and whispering dirty things in his ear. But then, where would Blaise be? He wondered. The image of Blaise thrusting hard and fast into Draco struck him like a rolling bolder making his toes clench and his breath hitch. His freehand no longer being used to muffle his moans as he turned over on all fours much like he had seen Draco. His hand (Draco's mental hand) still gripping his cock as his behind went seductively up into the air. He pressed his shoulders down into the bed and buried his face into the pillows. He swallowed thickly around a moan as he decided to try something. He stuck his index finger into his mouth and reached between his legs, then further passed his balls to a place he had never really thought about before as being sexual. He grazed his finger along the puckered rosette feeling it twitch beneath his nail, and then pressed down against the quivering hole, he jerked his cock hard and that was all it took for the come to spew from his cock and his moans to sound muffled into the pillow beneath him. His hole was clenching and unclenching imaging Blaise fucking him like he had done to Draco. Hell, his mind even went as far as to have them trading places. As Blaise came hard and deep inside of Harry, he would quickly pull out and then Draco would take his place, brutally fucking his already come filled hole. That thought had sent his orgasm catapulting to new heights. He was near sobbing into the pillow as pleasure wracked his body making him twist and writhe uncontrollably. He had spectacularly fallen apart merely thinking about them touching him so intimately. He might very well die if this fantasy ever really came through.

Merlin damn him, because even now as he nervously and reluctantly dressed to go downstairs for breakfast his cock gave a twitch of interest. He needed to put all the events of last night out of his head. All of it. Even the post peeping masturbation. Especially the post peeping masturbation. He looked back at his now clean bed sheets, last night, after he swallowed down every ounce of pride he had, he summoned a house elf and asked it to change his sheets. Of course the elf knew what he had been doing- it didn't know the 'to what' or the cause of the deed, but it knew that he had been jacking off like a pervert and dirtying up his sheets. But, it said nothing. It merely bowed until its nose touched the floor, told him how pleased it was to be serving the likes of him and got to work in erasing Harry's - ahem- dirty deed.

At least Blaise and Draco would never know. That would be increasingly embarrassing. While they might not have known his reasoning behind it either, the mere thought of them knowing he had been touching himself like that would be mortifying for him. He had condemned himself enough in the aftermath, thank you very much; he didn't need Blaise and Draco scolding him for ruining a set of sheets and then most likely making fun of him for having no self control. He needed to get them out of his system and he hoped his date with Roberto in a few hours would help him do just that. He simply needed to focus on something - or rather- someone else. Not a pair of unattainable people. So, with that thought in mind he tucked in shirt into his slacks, fixed his hair, swallowed down his nerves and left his room.

Meanwhile, in the room down the hall the atmosphere was entirely different. There were nerves, yes, but an entirely different kind of nerves. It was nervous excitement. When Draco had woken up he hadn't forgotten about Blaise's promise at all. In fact, he was so adamant about finding out, he shook Blaise awake the first chance he got. He straddled the muscular male, sitting astride on his hips as he shook his shoulders. "Blaise, wake up.." When all he received was a displeased moan he tried again. "Blaise, wake up.." Nothing. "Blaise wake up the house is on fire!" Blaise sat up so fast that he ended up throwing Draco off of him and then off the side of the bed. A muffled thud and a soft, pitiful 'Ooooow' brought Blaise to look over the side of the bed at Draco who lay in a crumpled pile on the floor.

"What on earth are you doing down there?" Blaise asked in confusion. "The house isn't really on fire is it?" he said all too knowingly. Draco shook his head and pouted, making Blaise laugh as he helped him back on to the bed. "Well that's what you get." He helped Draco rub his sore bum- not because he felt sorry for him- but because it was Draco's bum for crying out loud. The thing was perfection and any chance he got to touch it, he would take it.

Blaise pulled Draco back on to his lap and nuzzled the top of the blond's head. "So, what is it that you want my mischievous little minx?" Blaise asked playfully. He already knew what Draco wanted. The blond was like an over excited puppy when he wanted to know something.

"Where did you go last night?" Draco asked resting his head against Blaise's chest as he looked up at him with big doe like grey eyes.

So, Blaise told him about what he had seen while they were having sex and what his, albeit, brief investigation turned up. He watched as Draco's eyes got wider and wider with excitement as he told him about his findings and his suspicions. he literally though that Draco was about to shoot off the bed like a rocket ship when he told him what the plan was for that morning. Draco bounced excitedly on Blaise lap clapping his hands together. "That's totally wicked!" And it was, but it was so like them. They were going to be wicked, but not at all cruel. They would be damned if by the end of today they didn't have Harry willingly between the sheets with them.

"Are we really going to do this Blaise?' Draco asked softly. He knew Blaise was confident, but- he wasn't. His history with Harry didn't exactly indicate that the brunette wanted to have sex with him. While Blaise and Harry never had any particularly bad run ins it had always been Draco who had seemed determined to ruin everything for the boy-who-lived. Even going as far as almost, though accidentally, getting him killed. Those events didn't exactly scream foreplay and there was a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach that told the blond that Harry would never want him. He only wanted Blaise. It was quite apparent to Draco that Blaise wanted Harry as well. Very much if his current plotting to get the boy-who-would-never-fuck him into bed. Where would that leave Draco? Would Blaise leave him for Harry once he realized that Harry would never want the blond half of the duo or would Draco be forced to look on as Blaise and Harry had each other while he remained rejected? He closed his eyes, forcing the bile that rose in his throat back down. Blaise would never do that to him. They loved each other. But Draco would be a damn liar if he said Harry rejecting him wouldn't hurt a lot.

"Of course we're going to do this." Blaise said, that confidence that Draco had always desired for himself shining through in the golden eyed man's voice. "You do want this- don't you?" When that confidence wavered Draco's breath hitched. If he said no would that mean that Blaise would leave well enough alone when it came to Harry? Most likely, he could see it in his eyes. But that wasn't what Draco wanted. He needed to take the risk. If by the slightest chance Harry was attracted to him as well it would all be worth it.

"I do.." he murmured as a smile blossomed on his face. "I do want this." It wasn't as confident at Blaise's, but it was hopeful and excited. They would do this, they could do this. Mission 'Get into Harry's pants' was underway!

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