Yo, homeskillet, biscuit, niggeroni. Today is not a good day. Ha ha, bet you thought I'd say the date. This is my gift to you since everything else ain't going anywhere. Also, I have discovered that all my friends are closet perverts, and want the next chapter. Enjoy the fruits of their perversion.

Miaka

Title: Above and Below (Part II of the Slytherin Underground Arc)

Category: Harry Potter

Genre: Romance/General

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: established Harry/Draco, Neville/Blaise

Warnings: Man sex, baby! Also, implied establishment of prostitution empire at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. None of us do. Is a disclaimer really necessary?

Summary: Harry has been disappearing at night and Neville wants to know where he goes...

Above and Below...

Neville Longbottom was a boy who kept to himself. The only thing remarkable about him was his gift with plants and his infamous ability to blow up cauldrons. Aside from that he was a fairly normal, fairly unobtrusive boy.

But Gryffindor curiousity won over any shyness Neville felt. After all, it wasn't everyday Harry Potter snuck out of the Gryffindor dorms to go off somewhere for long hours, before coming back with a silly grin on his face and red marks all over his neck.

That night, Harry had left one hour before his usual time, around 1 am, and he didn't even bother with his invisibility cloak. Neville saw this as his perfect chance and snatched the cloak and followed Harry. The pair stopped in front of the portrait that was the entrance to the Slytherin commons. Neville stared in disbelief as Harry said the password and walked into the den of snakes, the place rumored to have the largest Underground market at Hogwarts. The Slytherins were the rulers here.

Neville hurried in after Harry, almost being hit by the closing portrait. After getting his bearings, he turned around and had to stifle a gasp at what he saw. There, hugging Harry Potter, was Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin. Oh Merlin, they were kissing-and quite passionately at that!

The two "enemies" looked like a match set together, darkness and light, good and evil. Harry wore a tight black wife beater and even tighter blue jeans. The shirt revealed toned muscles only the Gryffindor Quidditch team had ever seen. Harry's tanned skin contrasted and complimented Malfoy's pale complexion. Malfoy had on a set of pure white robes that hung open to reveal a white silk shirt and black slacks. They looked like fallen angels.

"I missed you, Dray," Harry murmured against Malfoy's lips. Malfoy gave him a small, sultry smile.

"You saw me last night, love," he said, smirking.

"I know," Harry said, wrapping his arms tightly around Malfoy. "But I still missed you." At the emphasis, Harry ran his hand across Malfoy's crotch. Neville choked.

Malfoy's smirk widened. "I missed you, too," he said, sliding a hand under Harry's shirt. Harry gasped and leaned into Malfoy.

"Since we both missed each other, how about we get a little quality time in before tonight's proceedings?" He murmured.

"All right. Blaise will be here in five minutes. Let's see what you've got, Wonder Boy," Malfoy purred, running a hand through Harry's tousled black hair.

SAME WARNING AS LAST TIME, FOLKS. BOY SEX AHEAD. USE YOUR BEST JUDGEMENT AND CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN PERIL.

Harry dropped to his knees and immediately began undoing Malfoy's belt. Pulling the zipper down with his teeth, he revealed silky, green boxers the color of Harry's eyes. Neville gulped but couldn't turn away. He was frozen.

Harry pulled out Malfoy's hard cock and immediately wrapped his full lips around it. Malfoy let out a soft moan and Harry pulled back. Malfoy growled.

"Not good enough, love," Harry said, smirking. "I want to hear you."

"But the other Slytherins-" Malfoy began.

"Won't care. And if they do, they better remember who they're fucking dealing with," Harry growled. "Now make some noise, lover." Before Malfoy could say anything else, Harry engulfed him to the hilt, ripping a loud, strangled moan from his perfect, red lips. "That's good, love," Harry murmured around Malfoy's cock, throwing the blond into convulsions of pleasure.

"H-Harry," Malfoy moaned, his hands buried in Harry's thick, black hair.

"You like that, huh?" Harry said, then he hummed loudly, forcing Malfoy toward an explosive orgasm.

"Oh-OH HARRY!" Malfoy almost screamed, thrusting forward once and coming deep in Harry's throat. Harry just purred and drank it in, and when Malfoy was done, he zipped him up and straightened his robes.

THE MAN SEX IS FINISHED :GRIN:

Malfoy pulled him up and into a deep, air-robbing kiss, one hand buried in Harry's hair, the other on Harry's ass, squeezing. "Mmm. You never disappoint, Wonder Boy," Malfoy whispered, before shoving his tongue down Harry's throat.

"Now, now, boys. Not in the common room," said a cheery new voice. Neville turned toward the stairs to the boys' dorm and froze, again. There, coming down the last step, was Blaise Zabini, the hottest Italian playboy in Slytherin, and third hottest boy in Hogwarts, next to Harry and Draco of course. (No one was sure who was first-I mean, could you choose?)

"You know we can't help ourselves, Blaise," Harry said, walking up to the dark-haired boy and giving him a short, French kiss. Malfoy did the same. What the hell is up with these Slytherins, Neville wondered.

"No problem, boys. Draco's cries...stimulated a few of our clients. Tonight has been a good night," Blaise said. He linked arms with the two boys. "Ready to go corrupt a Hufflepuff party?"

"Must we?" Malfoy whined.

"We must. It's the only place my client will meet me," Blaise said, pouting.

"Is it a Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.

"Not sure. I don't think so. Could be anyone, really," Blaise answered. "I'm just hoping it isn't Pansy again. I know we don't turn away paying customers, but the first time was one time too many."

"I hear you. My first client was Pansy. I'm surprised I could move on relatively unscarred," Malfoy said.

"Maybe not unscarred," Harry said. "You have some pretty interesting kinks now."

"You'd think so," Blaise said, laughing. "Anyway, we must be going. The request said 2am." Blaise pulled the two boys out the common room portrait, so close to Neville that they almost crashed into each other. Blaise and the others continued on, oblivious of the shocked yet curious boy.

They eventually reached the Hufflepuff common room portrait, which Blaise seduced into letting him in, never mind that it was the picture of a plump old man. The three boys and invisible tag-along entered to find the party in full swing. Literally. The Hufflepuff's were swing dancing. Draco grimaced.

"Blaisie, is it okay if we liven up these 'Puffs? I don't think I can bear it like this," he whined. Harry came in behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Go ahead, Dragon. I'll need mood music eventually," Blaise responded. "Enjoy yourself. I'm gonna go wait for my client."

"All right, B. Don't have too much fun. You might get attached," Draco laughed.

"Like you did?" Blaise shot back, swaggering up the stairs to the boys' dorms.

Harry and Draco just grinned. Neville watched as they moved into the center of the Hufflepuffs, shocking several who hadn't realized they were in the common room. Draco pulled off his white robe, revealing his slim form, and banished it back to Slytherin house. The white silk shirt he wore clung to every muscle, causing several male and female Huffs to swoon.

Harry pulled out his wand and waved it once, changing the Golden 20's music to a popular dance hall song, "Turn Me On" by Kevin Lyttle. Pulling Draco flush against his body, they began to move.

Neville gasped right along with the Hufflepuffs. Who knew Harry could dance like that! Gryffindor's supposed Golden Boy was currently behind Draco, hands on the Slytherin's hips, grinding sensually into his ass. The song hit a lull and Harry's hands became wild things, dragging from Draco's hips to his chest, then neck, then a return journey, so far down he was grabbing him.

SO LET ME HOLD YOU

GIRL CARESS MY BODY

YOU GOT ME GOING CRAZY - YOU

-TURN ME ON

-TURN ME ON...

The music flowed as Draco slithered behind Harry and became a cat, rubbing against Harry's back with abandon. Harry let out a loud moan and it seemed to spur Draco on.

LET ME JAM YOU

GIRL WINE ALL AROUND ME

YOU GOT ME GOING CRAZY - YOU

-TURN ME ON

-TURN ME ON...

The two boys ceased to be Harry and Draco and became a sensuous mass of wandering hands, tangled legs and breathy moans. Harry whispered along to the song as he licked the shell of Draco's ear.

HUG ME HUG ME

KISS ME KISS ME

HUG ME HUG ME

KISS AND CARESS ME

"Mmm," Draco moaned, leaning into Harry. "Better change the song, baby. Blaise will be starting soon." Harry nodded, waving his wand so the song slipped easily into another steamy song. Both boys turned to each other and exchanged a long, hot kiss. "Harry?" Draco murmured.

"Hm, love?" Harry answered, around Draco's tongue.

"We need to talk." Harry froze. He'd grown up a Muggle and had seen enough movies to know what that meant. His heart seized up and he paled.

"Wha-what about?" he whispered, pulling away from the kiss.

"Let's do it back at the dorms. These 'Puffs don't need to witness this," Draco said. Harry nodded, and the two left the common room, raunchy music still playing.

NOTE: Discussion between Harry and Draco continued in Above and Below Interlude.

Neville tried to rid himself of the vision that had been Harry and Draco, and failed miserably. He needed a lie down. No one seemed to be in the Hufflepuff dorms since the party started. Maybe he'd go there.

Gathering the cloak around him, Neville headed into the dorms. It was a long corridor with seperate rooms, which was a surprise. He'd thought all the Hufflepuffs liked to be together. Shrugging, he picked a random door and entered the room.

It was pitch back inside, and Neville didn't have his wand. He took off the invisibility cloak and moved forward into the room, feeling around for the light. He stumbled over something and fell onto what he figured was the bed. But why was it warm and a bit bony?

"Finally came, did you?" purred a familiar voice. Neville froze. "Why don't you put on a light, love? Or do you like it in the dark? I can deal with that." The form beneath Neville shifted and the poor Gryffindor jumped as arms snaked around his neck. "Ready, baby?"

Neville was speechless. Here he was, lying on top of who he believed was Blaise Zabini, in a dark Hufflepuff dormitory room. Who would have thought?

"You want me to do all the work, baby? No problem," purred Blaise. Suddenly, Neville felt something wet trace his ear. He squeaked. Blaise Zabini was tracing his ear with his tongue. No one in the Tower would believe this. "Relax, love. I'll take care of you," Blaise murmured.

END! J/K. But seriously, to be continued in Above and Below, Part 2.

Also, look out for the Above and Below Interlude, where Draco tells Harry something very important!

Well, my friend Koneko-chan16 is reading the first chapter of this now, so this chapter was for you, Koneko-chan!