CHAPTER TWO please R&R

Draco shut the door behind them. Tonight was a beautiful night; stars, the moon, all shining through a beautiful cloudless, black sky. "Well?" asked Draco sarcastically.
"You know the drill, babe," said Harry alluringly. He set down his bag beside the couch and saw what Draco meant by 'set up': A strip pole had been placed in the center of the tower, and there were more than just the usual couch and two chairs; there were three loveseats, five chairs and a bed. Draco must have cast a spell to make this tower bigger, for it was not cramped at all.
"Well," said Draco just as alluringly as Harry, "First, I need you to take your clothes off. Leave your shoes and stockings on, though." Harry went to the strip pole and decided that he would experiment with that a bit. He swung one leg around it and held on with one hand, and swung around it. He hoped this was turning Draco on, it sure had worked for all those people in the bar on the movie Uncle Vernon always watched, called 'Triple X Sexxx". Harry had caught him watching it on numerous occasions (mainly when Aunt Petunia and Dudley weren't home) and had stayed in the kitchen and watched through a crack in the door [A/N: "crack in the door" refers to 'opening the door a crack' not the door being broken].
Harry let his eyes drift toward Draco. His eyes were shut and a smile played across his face. Harry started to take down the straps of his nightie slowly, so as to make Draco suffer in his lust. Harry then let down the nightie to his feet, lifted one foot out of it. He stood on that foot and lifted the other one, nightie around the ankle, and flung the nightie at Draco to wake him up.
Draco's eyes fluttered and he said "ffffphhhghhhh," and threw the nightie aside. "Ooh, great, you're ready. But I'm not. I need to run back to the common room for a bit, you just sit tight here. Masturbate a bit, mess the bed up too. I want the place to look erotic and lived-in when I get back." Draco lifted himself out of the chair, and Harry saw that his package was slightly 'aroused'. Harry looked down his own body and saw that his still hung limply from his body. He went over to the bed and tore the cover down. Harry lay in bed and pull the cover up over himself and started to fantasize about Draco blowing him. He felt a slight throbbing between his legs and saw that there was a bump in the cover that hadn't been there before. He reached his hand down there and began to finger himself. He could almost feel the cum churning in his balls, and he began to thrust his hips forward a bit. He knew he couldn't go all the way, because then he'd have nothing left to give Draco when he got back. He decided that he would go practice with the strip pole instead of tempting himself. He got up out of the bed, walked over to the strip pole and placed his hands on it. He straddled it and began to grind his pelvis against it when the door opened. Draco had returned. This time he was not alone; he had along with him Professors McGonnagal, Snape, Umbridge (A/N: D.A.D.A. Prof. From OOTP), and Trelawny.
Harry sat down on the floor. "Um, Harry?" said Draco, "you're supposed to open your eyes with dread and run for your clothes now."
"No, Draco, the author meant for this to be a cliff hanger."
"Oh. Right. Sorry."