What Ginny Saw
By:
Shadowclub/fakeid
Summary: Draco is in denial, Harry knows what he wants, and Ginny… well to Draco Malfoy's severe annoyance is still stalking Harry.
A/N: Thanks everyone for reviewing! I am glad you all enjoyed the chapter. The nice thing about this story is that I already have it written and can post it when I feel the section is ready.
I know there were some questions the answers will be at the bottom. Please feel free to point out any mistakes or make suggestions!
WARNING: THERE IS A SMUTTISH SCENE, PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE OR MATURE ENOUGH TO HANDLE IT.
AN3(the last one I swear): ahh…my smut is…err…let's just say writing smut is not my strong point. So be nice, and do tell me if it doesn't make sense. I will try my best to fix it.
There is a fine line between pleasure and pain where the devil enjoys tap-dancing before pulling out his magic wand and smoting people. Draco Malfoy was at this place and apparently had managed to get a front row seat of the Devil's own show. The Devil came out on stage, turned around, and Draco gasped in shock as he found himself staring at the one Harry Potter.
He jerked awake, what a strange dream. He turned over and attempted to go back to bed.
Only he couldn't because he had a minor problem…
Well…actually it had started out as a small problem had become a very big problem. A very big, hard problem.
Draco Malfoy simply refused to admit that he had a hard-on due to Harry Potter. Damn that boy and his stupid attractiveness. He shifted slightly and delicately to the right, hoping to relive some of the pressure on his groin.
He gasped as the smooth silk of his pajamas slid against his sensitized flesh. He would not touch it. According to the book How to be a Good Pureblood, purebloods did not wank. Should they have a problem, they should go and hire an "assistant" to service them.
Good news and Bad news.
Good news- Pansy would be more than willing to service him.
Bad news- he was gay! No, he wasn't! What was he thinking? Of course he wasn't gay…just because he had wet dreams over Potter, snogged Potter, and wanted to perform lurid acts of sex with Potter did not mean he was gay!
Right?
The next morning Harry Potter was seen entering the library and then seemed to vanish into thin air. To understand this phenomenon we must first find out where he is…
There was a corner in the library that very few dared to enter and even fewer got caught in. But on this particularly sunny day there was a lone figure sitting in the darkest corner, reading what appeared to be a very old, very complex book. Upon close observation, however, the viewer would discover it was a manual of sex, being read by Harry Potter. Not exactly a usual occurrence, some might say.
Harry Potter was engrossed in the book pausing only occasionally to takes notes in a small notebook.
Ginny Weasley was bewildered by this fact. Surely she must be mistaken…why would Harry be reading a sex manual?
…ask a stupid question and get a stupid answer, but why was Harry reading a sex manual with what appeared to be two guys on the cover?
"Harry!"
"Ginny! Erm…umm….!" Harry said as he suddenly scrambled up, dropped the book, and picked up another one all in the same instance.
How could Ginny not love him? How many people had that talent?
She wanted to seduce him…but how? Harry wasn't a subtle person, she tried suggesting that he rub vapor lotion on her chest because she had a cold and he pointed out that she didn't have a cold!
Maybe a bit more obvious approach would do it…
"Harry would you like to throw me down on the floor and have your wicked way with me?"
Harry blinked once.
And twice…Merlin! maybe she should have asked him if he wanted to see her breasts. Or perhaps she should have asked him to play a game of "Parcheesi."
And three times, his mouth forming a perfect "O" of shock.
Ginny ran.
! Later that night…
There should have been more to life than chasing after Draco Malfoy which is precisely why Harry Potter cornered Draco Malfoy in the Quidditch locker room.
Well actually he was planning to corner Draco Malfoy in the Quidditch locker room, but apparently someone had beat him to it…
"Pansy as you can see this sign on the door is clearly labeled "Boys locker room," Draco said clutching the towel so it wouldn't fall off.
"Oh! I didn't see the sign. Now will you please help me with potions homework?" Pansy said in what she considered to be a coy voice, but really sounded like a snails mating call(since snails don't have mating calls in real life, one can only imagine how horrible her voice was).
"Yes I will help you, just let me get dressed!"
"Fine!" Pansy stepped away still staring at him (that girl could not take a hint!).
"Pansy stop groping me and step away I need to dress!"
"I'm not groping you!"
"Right, who else would me pinching my arse-" Draco stopped suddenly as the invisible hands stopped caressing him. Perhaps it was a figment oh his imagination. Or maybe it was some stalker (not Harry…Merlin he hoped it was Harry) in an invisibility cloak.
"No one is touching you," Pansy said with a confused expression on her face. Draco finished putting on his clothes without further incident and emerged from behind the shower curtain.
He stumbled forward slightly as Pansy pulled him in for a long kiss.
Harry Potter was not going to take this lying down naked chained to a bed (well…he would if Draco was standing over him) Draco was his. The all-too familiar dragon of jealously reared its ugly head as he watched Pansy squash her overly perfect lipsticked lips on Draco. Draco allowed her not pushing her away, but at the same time not really responding.
Harry saw a color that was in between red and pink. Fine if Draco wanted to play, bring on the games.
Harry stepped forward to kiss the back of Draco's neck lightly as to attract Draco's attention. His breath ghosted over the ridge of Draco's ear before he brought his mouth down to Draco's neck bit down softly kneading the skin with his teeth and tongue before finally sucking.
Draco gasped against Pansy's neck.
Pansy moaned.
And Harry smirked.
Draco desperately tried to break away from Pansy only to find himself trapped by the significant, but invisible bulk of the-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Shag-Him-Senseless. Harry was having none of it and nudged Draco forward with his hips as he ran his hands up and down the sides of Draco's body(being careful not to touch Pansy).
Draco didn't even realize he was kissing Pansy, he just was. In fact several experts argue that Draco really didn't know much at the moment.
Finally Draco couldn't move forward anymore. He was squashed between Pansy(who was up against the wall) and Harry, who's stupid (ahh-right there!) mouth was running up and down his neck leaving wet sticky(damn it! He just showered!) trails of spit before finally stopping just short of the ridge of his right ear.
His ear tingled in anticipatory pleasure… if only Harry's mouth would move. Harry did move but not his mouth. Harry's slightly calloused hand attempted to slip in the front of his trousers only to find his hand-
Stuck. Yes the gorgeous, athletic, masculine hand of Harry Potter was stuck because the Draco Malfoy had done his belt a wee bit too tightly. Harry tried, he really did to wiggle his way down, or to at least undo the belt buck(which is actually extremely hard to do behind someone, one-handed, while it is squashed between two people). Yet he failed.
This simply would not do.
"Tell Pansy to undo your belt buckle and put her hands over her head, and then you hold them there," Harry whispered.
Draco Malfoy was to lost in the confusion of two hot mouths. It didn't matter that one belonged to a very very attractive boy and the other a slightly attractive, but overly makeuped girl.
"No…no," Draco stuttered, he would not give into the torture! He was Draco Malfoy descendent of the great – yes a little to the right! No the other right!- Malfoy line. The Malfoy line was-ahh…Draco moaned into Pansy's substantial chest-great! And they spread their legs for no one…or something to that effect.
Harry's hand went down to his arse and gave it a light pinch.
"Now," the word itself seemed impartial enough, but the hand was hovering over his arse. For once in his life he decided to do the right thing and listen to Harry. He was so close only a little more. His senses were on overload; yet he felt as though his body was shutting down until he was a gibbering wreck of sense.
Harry's hand traveled down and gave his prick a tight squeeze causing several things happened at once; Draco came in his trousers bucking his hips forward into Pansy's already sticky lingerie(when had her skirt bunched up around her waist…did he do that?), Pansy collapsed unable to take the pleasure dragging Draco down with her along with Harry's invisibility cloak.
"Potter!" Draco thundered out when he realized what happened.
"Draco!" Pansy said confused as to why Draco would be saying the name of his arch-nemesis after a lovely sexual interlude with her… b Pansy! /b , before finally realizing that Harry Potter was standing behind her(what was going on!)
"Parkinson!" Harry exclaimed panicking attempting to pick up his cloak with an erection(which is quite hard(in more ways than one)).
"Potter!"
"Malfoy!"
"Draco?"
"Pansy!"
"Ginny!" Harry managed to stutter out catching a glimpse of the red-head at the door.
"Weasely?" Pansy said attempting to turn her head a full 360 degrees and put on her shoes at the same time.
"Professor Snape!" came the shocked voice of Draco Malfoy.
Everyone froze. It was bad enough Ginny was here(Harry was beginning to think she had some supernatural sense that told her when he was going to snog Draco and arrived precisely at the moment), but Snape. SNAPE!
"It's not what you think! I swear(yes Draco was most certainly an excellent liar)."
"Detention to everyone in this room!" Snape's oily voice lashed out striking the teenagers.
Draco flinched. What is his father found out? What if he was disowned? Or worse what if his father took away his Playwitch collection? Draco started to tear up. He was ruined! He would live in a box behind Knockturn alley, he would have to sell his designer shoes for money! The agony, the loss of his pretty shoes the-
"And button your trousers Mr. Malfoy!"
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FAQ Section
Q: Does this story have a plot?
A: Not exactly, it is a fun carefree story that I keep adding to whenever I have too much homework (but it does have an end). If you want to read something with a plot please check out The Curse of the French kiss by me.
Q: Are you sane?
A: Yes, well most of the time.
Q: Have you written anything rated over R?
A: Yes, but it's not available on ffn, to get it you will have to ask me specifically for the link.
Q: Who are your favorite author/stories?
A: Sadly hardly any of my favorite authors post their stuff on ffn, but if you really are looking for good reads, google(or ask me for a link) these stories and put several hours aside because they are addicting! A few of them are…
Objects of Desire by Azreal
The Dragon Tamer by jennavere
Pansy's Volcano (D/hr) by blue midget
Preview: Who says this?
"So, want to have sex next Thursday at 7:51pm in the Room of Requirements?"