Chapter VII: Alleviating Boredom
Then the game ended. They all socialized for a little while. "Draco, I'm beginning to get a little bored," Harry whispered, his breath tickling the other boy's ear. "I think I can take care of that," Draco said as he led the emerald-eyed boy over to a couch in the corner. Draco sat down on the lush couch, and patted his lap, motioning for Harry to sit down. Harry sat. "Sit sideways, Potter," Draco instructed. So, Harry sat, his legs perpendicular to the Slytherin's. Then, Draco pulled Harry into a kiss. Harry returned it willingly, and they snogged for a while. Meanwhile, the others in the room grew bored. "Oliver, I want to go to sleep. Want to come with?" Percy asked suggestively. "But of course, love," Oliver replied excitedly. They left, hand-in-hand, and returned to their dorm. Ron and Hermione left to be alone, Marcus Flint left, having nothing to do in the room, and Fred and George were busy thinking up a practical joke that they could play, all the while thinking about each other.sexually.
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"That was quite an interesting game we played, Oliver," Percy said, as unbuttoned his robes. "I thought it was fun. What did you think?" Oliver asked, changing as well. "Well, I didn't really like kissing Marcus Flint, but other than that, I guess it was okay. I was surprised. Draco's a pretty skilled kisser," Percy replied, shirtless. "Yeah, so is Harry. I was surprised myself. He's talented beyond his years," Oliver said, stripping off his pants and sweater (the famous outfit he had worn when he taught Harry about Quidditch!). "You know, I've always admired that outfit on you. I just never told you," Percy said, changing into a flannel nightshirt. "Really? I never knew that. Well, I've always liked the way you toy with your glasses when you're bored in class," Oliver admitted, slipping into plaid pajama bottoms, pulling them on over his Golden Snitch boxers. "Really, now? That's a surprise," Percy said, sauntering over to Oliver, "I had no idea." The two boys stood there for a second, frozen in the moment, Percy clad in a nightshirt and underwear, Oliver wearing only his pajama bottoms. They gazed into each other's eyes longingly, as if they were imagining living out their innermost desires. "I feel so lucky to have you. Before I met you, I was lost, wandering through life, alone and confused. But now," Oliver whispered into Percy's ear as he wrapped his arms around the Prefect, "I know the true meaning of happiness." Following Oliver's lead, Percy threw his arms around the Gryffindor Keeper's neck. "Would you mind if I kissed you right now?" Percy asked, looking into Oliver's chocolate-brown eyes. Without waiting for an answer, he moved in for the kiss. Oliver, surprised for a moment, accepted the kiss, parting his lips just enough to allow Percy's tongue to enter, melting against Oliver's. Oliver pulled back for a second, and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses on Percy's pale neck. Percy began to moan softly, and nearly melted in Oliver's arms. Then Oliver backed Percy up against the wall, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of Percy's nightshirt. An image flashed in his head as he did this: Marcus doing almost the exact same thing to him not too long before. A pang of guilt swept through his body. He couldn't bear to keep secrets from his beloved, but he knew deep down that if Percy ever found out his terrible secret, it would crush him. Every time his eyes met Marcus Flint's, thoughts of that night of passion filled his head.
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Then the game ended. They all socialized for a little while. "Draco, I'm beginning to get a little bored," Harry whispered, his breath tickling the other boy's ear. "I think I can take care of that," Draco said as he led the emerald-eyed boy over to a couch in the corner. Draco sat down on the lush couch, and patted his lap, motioning for Harry to sit down. Harry sat. "Sit sideways, Potter," Draco instructed. So, Harry sat, his legs perpendicular to the Slytherin's. Then, Draco pulled Harry into a kiss. Harry returned it willingly, and they snogged for a while. Meanwhile, the others in the room grew bored. "Oliver, I want to go to sleep. Want to come with?" Percy asked suggestively. "But of course, love," Oliver replied excitedly. They left, hand-in-hand, and returned to their dorm. Ron and Hermione left to be alone, Marcus Flint left, having nothing to do in the room, and Fred and George were busy thinking up a practical joke that they could play, all the while thinking about each other.sexually.
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"That was quite an interesting game we played, Oliver," Percy said, as unbuttoned his robes. "I thought it was fun. What did you think?" Oliver asked, changing as well. "Well, I didn't really like kissing Marcus Flint, but other than that, I guess it was okay. I was surprised. Draco's a pretty skilled kisser," Percy replied, shirtless. "Yeah, so is Harry. I was surprised myself. He's talented beyond his years," Oliver said, stripping off his pants and sweater (the famous outfit he had worn when he taught Harry about Quidditch!). "You know, I've always admired that outfit on you. I just never told you," Percy said, changing into a flannel nightshirt. "Really? I never knew that. Well, I've always liked the way you toy with your glasses when you're bored in class," Oliver admitted, slipping into plaid pajama bottoms, pulling them on over his Golden Snitch boxers. "Really, now? That's a surprise," Percy said, sauntering over to Oliver, "I had no idea." The two boys stood there for a second, frozen in the moment, Percy clad in a nightshirt and underwear, Oliver wearing only his pajama bottoms. They gazed into each other's eyes longingly, as if they were imagining living out their innermost desires. "I feel so lucky to have you. Before I met you, I was lost, wandering through life, alone and confused. But now," Oliver whispered into Percy's ear as he wrapped his arms around the Prefect, "I know the true meaning of happiness." Following Oliver's lead, Percy threw his arms around the Gryffindor Keeper's neck. "Would you mind if I kissed you right now?" Percy asked, looking into Oliver's chocolate-brown eyes. Without waiting for an answer, he moved in for the kiss. Oliver, surprised for a moment, accepted the kiss, parting his lips just enough to allow Percy's tongue to enter, melting against Oliver's. Oliver pulled back for a second, and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses on Percy's pale neck. Percy began to moan softly, and nearly melted in Oliver's arms. Then Oliver backed Percy up against the wall, and unbuttoned the first few buttons of Percy's nightshirt. An image flashed in his head as he did this: Marcus doing almost the exact same thing to him not too long before. A pang of guilt swept through his body. He couldn't bear to keep secrets from his beloved, but he knew deep down that if Percy ever found out his terrible secret, it would crush him. Every time his eyes met Marcus Flint's, thoughts of that night of passion filled his head.
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