Harry led Draconia into the Gryffindor common-room. The whole of the school was still down at the masquerade. They climbed the stairs to Harry's dorm, stopping for passionate moments against the walls. A fire was burning in the heath and next to Harry's bed. Draconia surveyed the room before turning to Harry, and placing her arms around his neck Harry pulled her towards him and their lips locked together. After a pause, they kissed again, violently, trying t eat each other, almost. Their hands were roaming all over the other's bodies. Harry's hands were up her dress, feeling around her smooth buttocks and climbing up to gently massage her breast. Her found himself holding them up, supporting them as her bra had collapsed around her ankles. A co-incidence or a hint? Harry didn't bother to find out. Her hands were kneading the nape of his neck. Then they were fiddling with the collar of his robes. With a pop-she gripped his zipper. With one, smooth movement; she dragged it down until it fell gently around his ankles. He stood there, pale yet muscular in his boxers and shoes stark in the moonlight. He grinned, causing their lips to break apart. "Revenge for stripping me" he murmured. With one quick, violent movement, he ripped her dress-robes off her shoulders. She stood there now, paler even then he, breasts shining and long white-blonde hair falling almost to her lacy black g-string. She kicked off her high-heels and pulled him onto her. He paused for moment to kick off his shoes and to pull the drapes around them. "A little privacy" he smirked, and climbed aboard. Immediately, her hands snaked down his waist, into his boxers. Harry shivered a little. Her hands felt cold around his boner. She giggled as he blushed at the prominent lump. He caressed her hair and enjoyed the slight tugging sensation. Her hands were clever and delicate, and ran like fine spiders around the area. Harry gasped, but when she hesitated, he panted "No, don't stop" and went on moaning softly.

She grinned cheekily and then kissed him, playfully on the nose, softly then harder on the mouth. Deciding he'd better do some work too, Harry began to gently tickle her breasts, circling them slowly, but getting faster and fast as he drew closer to the middle. With that, the tension seemed to explode and they began violently rocking, touching feeling and rubbing. Gentleness evaporated and chaotic wildness took place. "Harry?" Ron poked his ginger head between the curtains, and his eyes swelled in surprise. Harry stuck his head out from under the covers, panting slightly. Draconia peered out nervously. Ron stared even more. Behind him, Harry could see a short, curly-haired girl with a big nose and shocking acne. She was clutching Ron's hand, staring into the bed looking scared out of her wits. Harry briefly wondered why Ron was interested in her, and then noticed her jugs, straining against her robes. Hmmm. "Smoke a ciggie, Not a butt Fuck a virgin, Not a slut." Ron's motto played through Harry's mind. After a moment, Ron broke the awkward pause. "Um, sorry, I thought you were having a nightmare or something. Um, I'll be downstairs if you need me." He flicked his eyes over Draconia in curiosity, and then shut the curtains. Harry could here him muttering to the girl, and their fading footsteps as they descended the stairs. They spent no more time worrying about Ron. Harry spread himself over Draconia, and the fucking frenzy began again. The bed rocked and jolted. Finally, one urge came over Harry. "Stick it in" one voice said. "No" said another "STICK IT IN!" "NO!" "NOW" "She'll get pregnant!" "NOW" He sat up, and hurriedly pulled on his boxers. "What's the matter?" Draconia panted. Harry looked away. "What?" "You'll get pregnant" he mumbled. What? "YOU'LL GET PREGNANT!" Draconia paused, and then said quietly, "No I won't" Harry stared. Draconia lay down again and smiled confidently up at Harry. "I've waited so long for this, Harry. So long. Please. Trust me. I won't get pregnant." Harry grinned broadly and climbed on top again. "If you say so." Their bodies rubbed together. "Your wish is my command."