Chapter XI
Bedrooms and Broomsticks
"Harry, you're so addicting," Draco purred, licking lewdly at Harry's chest. Harry mewled, rocking against Draco as he struggled at the ropes that tied him down. He was naked, except for a skirt oddly enough, and his cock was fully hard and leaking, his cum pearling through the fabric of his skimpy black skirt.
"Daddy," Harry groaned, his voice high and full of lust. "Please."
Draco chuckled and looked down at Harry. "What is it, Potter? Can't handle a little teasing?"
"Please!" Harry begged, thrusting in the air. Draco smirked and looked down at his huge bubble ass, smacking it. "Impatient. Be a good boy and wait, I'm not done with your tits." He grinned and continued his assault on Harry's chest, which started to balloon with fat and muscles until they were well-developed pecs. Harry moaned even louder and thrust against his skirt. "Draco! Draco please, oh god Draco!"
He looked over at Draco to see he was now naked too except for a matching skirt. "I need you, Harry," Draco whispered. "I know you need me too. Be truthful to Daddy now, you want me deep inside you." Harry just whimpered as Draco teased his nipples, his fingers were cold against his flushed skin. "Say it. Say you need me inside."
"Please Draco—Ahh!" Draco slapped his ass. "Please Daddy!" Harry panted. "Please!"
"Good boy, if you continue to be good, I'll let you inside me too," Draco said, and Harry only moaned. His moans joined Draco's which were becoming deeper and more frequent grunts. Suddenly he felt a fullness in him, and Draco was on him, in him, panting as their sweaty bodies were pressed together, Draco's muscled chest against Harry's soft one.
"Ten more Draco! You got this!" a third voice yelled out and Harry jerked as everything went black.
He was in his bed. He wasn't wearing a skirt. But there was a wet spot around his very hard cock. But there was also still grunting. Harry stared around his bed disoriented. He reached blindly for his glasses and listened to the grunting. It was two males, their voices sounding deep and labored. "Fuck Draco! You're doing good mate!" A familiar voice said.
"Bigger than yours," Draco answered. Harry's cheeks blushed and his dick pulsed against his bottom, more pre-smearing against it. He crawled to the edge of his bed and reach for the curtains, slowly opening them to peek outside. He held in his gasp.
Draco and Blaise were shirtless and they were working out! Their bodies were sweaty and their muscles all bulged. Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco, his pale skin glistening and muscles huge compared to Harry's. His chest was fully developed and—yes, he has abs! Harry held in his groan as he watched Draco hold the same magical weights that Harry use for his exercises, his chest coming together with every press-up. Perhaps Harry should ask Blaise to teach him those too? "Doing good Malfoy," Blaise panted. "Thinking of anyone in particular?"
"Fuck off Zabini," Draco grunted as he finished his set. "Let's just finish this and clean up before the others wake up." He grunted with each press and Harry groaned, collapsing as his hand automatically went to his dick. It was wrong. It was dirty. It was a betrayal of privacy but Harry cannot help himself as Draco's sweaty body filled his mind. He moved automatically, whimpering into his fist as he lusted for Draco, imagining the feeling of their bodies pressed together, of Draco sweating on him, of both of them doing everything together. He cursed against his fist as he spilled his seed, shame filling him as he licked away the evidence. "Why am I like this?" he groaned. "I'm not going to survive."
Harry's first lesson for the Slytherins was a week after Halloween and a week before Slytherin's first Quidditch match against Gryffindor. Since their first foray into the Chambers, Harry returned to make sure that it looked habitable at least, Draco helping him make more lanterns and "supervising" Harry as he used magic to clean as best as he can. All interested members of Slytherin gathered in the common room as Harry and Daphnis waited in front of the portrait of snakes. "Right are we all here? Excellent," Daphnis said. "I will explain more once we are inside. As always, everything stays between us, or else you will suffer the real Heir's wrath." He smirked at the end as Harry rolled his eyes.
Harry turned to the snakes and hissed at the portrait to open. There was a collection of gasps and awes as the portrait moved, revealing the entrance to Slytherin's study. Harry took the lead as he led his fellow Slytherins into the Chamber of Secrets. The portrait of Slytherin was awake and he gasped at the influx of students, "Heir! What is going on?" he demanded.
"Our first lesson," Harry answered, "They're all Slytherins interested in learning from me."
"My students!" The Portrait said. "Then welcome! I am happy to house your learning in my humble Chambers, my precious Slytherins! I just ask that you do not touch anything precious in my personal study. Use them as needed, but please keep them clean."
Harry nodded as the others stared at Slytherin's portrait. Draco smirked, acting as smug as always as he greeted the portrait as an old friend. He took the lead as they left the study into the main Chamber. "Oh fuck!" a seventh year yelled out and Harry immediately ran after to see what was the problem, pushing through the crowd and yelling at them to move.
The seventh year was standing in front of the Basilisk. "It's the Basilisk!"
"Is it alive?"
"Why isn't it moving!?"
"There's a sign on it!"
"Property of Malfoy and Potter—what the hell!? By the dark, explain this!" Pansy yelled at Draco and Harry. Harry stood, embarrassed, as Draco stood as arrogant as ever.
"Just declaring what's ours, Pansy, nothing more," he said. "Now are we here to learn or are we here to hear how rich Harry and I will become?" Harry's face was never redder, he reckoned. He cleared his throat and stood at the top of the bridge.
Everyone went silent as they turned to him. "Well, thanks for coming," he started awkwardly. "We all know why we're here. Umbridge's not teaching us, and the Gryffindors are excluding us, though honestly, I cannot see how far they can go without me, and it is not ego that is talking. Out of all of us, I'm the one with the most experience going against the Dark Arts. I don't care who you fight against, I only care that you guys know how to protect yourselves. So, I decided that we're going to start with a spell that has saved my life countless times: The Disarming Spell." He paused, expecting someone to protest, but they all stayed quiet, all watching him curiously. "Right, so pair us, Draco you're with me. Draco and I are going to demonstrate the spell first before you guys practice it."
The Slytherins moved to make space for Harry and Draco. The two faced each other and smirked at each other. "Scared Potter?" Draco asked with a knowing smirk.
"You wish," Harry said. He whipped his wand and yelled out clearly, "Expelliarmus!" A scarlet light sped off from Harry's wand and hit Draco, his own wand flying into the air and into Harry's waiting hand. The Slytherins all applauded, the first and second years enthusiastically so. Harry returned the wand to Draco and stood still, he nodded to Draco, who cast the charm on him. His wand flew out and landed in Draco's hand. The Slytherins applauded once more and Harry turned to the crowd, "Right, pair up and spread out," he ordered. "Once we've got the Disarming Charm down, we will work on protecting ourselves from it."
The Slytherins immediately paired off and soon the Chamber was filled with shouts of "Expelliarmus!" Harry felt immediately pleased and started to walk around the pairs, watching their work and correcting any who needed it. He wasn't surprised when he saw Daphnis and Theo paired off. Blaise was working with Bulstrode while Crabbe and Goyle were naturally together, and Pansy was working with a rather endowed teenage girl that Harry barely recognized as Tracey Davis. The group worked on the spell for twenty minutes before Harry decided to move them to the shield charm. He reached for his own wand, only to panic slightly when he couldn't feel it. He spun around to find Draco leaning against the Basilisk's body, Harry's wand twirling between his fingers and a large grin on his face.
"Forgot something, scarhead?" he called out.
"Yeah, you're a ferret face!" Harry replied when he was near enough. "My wand?"
"What's it worth?" Draco smirked.
"I'm not paying you money."
'I was thinking of something more… personal," Draco purred, causing Harry to blush. Draco laughed and gave Harry his wand, "Relax, Potter," he said easily.
"R-Right," Harry said, clearing his throat. "Come on, time for shield charms."
The lesson went on for an hour until Harry felt that everyone had enough. He shot out sparks from his wand to get their attention and congratulated everyone. "We'll have the next one after the Quidditch match!" he called out. "Think of it as a celebratory lesson!"
The Slytherins all cheered, and Harry smiled widely, brushing against Draco when the blond wrapped an arm around his shoulders. They all left through Slytherin's study and Harry couldn't help smiling as he watched Draco carefully take off a few scales from the basilisk as well as some venom. Draco raised an eyebrow at him when he turned to see Harry waiting by the entrance, and Harry mentally patted himself as he kept his cool and shrugged. The two left together, telling the portrait of Slytherin goodnight, before Draco separated, saying he needed to write a letter to his father.
Harry went to bed feeling very fulfilled and happy with himself. His dreams were filled with broomsticks and Draco, both of them flying together before kissing in midair.
The day of the Quidditch match had perfect conditions. It was bright and cold, and Harry just heard the most unbelievable news. "What do you mean Ron's on the Quidditch team?" he demanded Urquhart in the common room.
"Just as I said," his captain said. "With you and Wood gone, their team changed up quite a bit. Weasley's now the Keeper, and from what I heard, he's horrible with nerves."
"I can see that," Harry sighed, "He's honestly more cocky than brave. Do they know about me yet?"
"Nope, Professor Snape made sure that your announcement will be a complete surprise. Not even that Lee fellow will know until he reads it," Urquhart smirked. Harry smiled at that and nodded, "Who's the Seeker?" he asked.
"The other Weasley. The female one."
"Ginny!?" Harry gasped. "No…" he groaned. "Are all the Weasleys going to be after me?"
"It's nothing to be worried about, you're the best in the school," Urquhart shrugged. "Just wanted to tell you now so you don't act surprised on the field. Now go eat breakfast."
Harry found himself oddly calm as he ate his breakfast in his regular clothes while the rest of the team were in their Quidditch robes, including Draco. "You better not screw this up Harry," Draco muttered. "If we lose to Weasel and Weasette, I will never forgive you."
"Don't worry, I'll have the snitch before they can even get into the air," Harry said. As a unit, the Slytherins left after breakfast for the Quidditch pitch. The brisk air woke Harry up and he was surrounded by the Quidditch team to hide him as they went into the lockers. Harry finally changed into his Quidditch robes and stared at himself, feeling both excited and strange wearing the emerald colors.
Urquhart stood in front of everyone and looked out at them. "Let's go win the cup," he said simply and led the Slytherins out into the dazzling sky. A roar of sound greeted them. The Gryffindors came out a moment later, and Harry gave his coldest competitive look at Ron and Ginny as they walked toward them. Ron gasp and yelled, "What are you doing there!?"
"Captains, shake hands," Madam Hooch ordered. Urquhart stepped forward and shook Angelina's hand, Harry was sure that he was squeezing harder than necessary. "Mount your brooms."
Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew. The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upward; out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Ron Weasley streak off toward the goal hoops while Ginny climbed higher. Harry zoomed higher and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold.
"IS THAT POTTER?" called out the commentator, Lee Jordon. "Harry Potter on the Slytherin Team! That can't be right! What is that traitorous—"
"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yelled.
"Sorry Professor, just stating my shock," Lee Jordan said. "It is Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle! She's duck Warrington, passed Urquhart, she's—ouch—hit by a Bludger! Urquhart catches the Quaffle, Montague heads back up the pitch, and—nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell of Gryffindor, Katie reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away—"
"Why are you here?"
Harry stopped and turned to see Ginny hovering by him. "What's the matter? Don't want to play a game of Quidditch?" he asked.
"This is not fair! You are not supposed to be on the team, Harry!" she yelled. "Why are you here!?"
Harry laughed. "You don't get to tell me what to do Ginny, I tried out and got on the team. End of story." He drifted away and continued his laps for the snitch, too aware that Ginny was still following him. "This isn't supposed to be this way!" she shouted, but Harry did his best to ignore her as he concentrated on the game. Lee Jordan's commentary rang through the stadium and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind whistling in his ears and the din of the crowd, all yelling and booing and singing. Singing? Harry stopped fully and focused on the singing, trying to make out what it was. Even Lee paused to listen to the crowd, and it rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands.
Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is Our King!
Weasley was born in a bin
He always let the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our King!
"—and Alicia passes back to Angelina!" Lee shouted, trying to drown out the singing. "Come on, now, Angelina—looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat!—SHE SHOOTS—SHE—NOOOOOO!"
Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Urquhart who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Alicia and Katie; the singing below grew louder and louder as he drew near Weasley.
"and it's Urquhart with the Quaffle, he's heading for the goal! Only the Keeper remains—"
A great swell of singing roared in the stands.
"—so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team—come on, Ron!"
But the scream of delight came from the Slytherin end: Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them straight through Ron's central hoop.
"Slytherin Score!" came Lee's voice amid the cheering and booing from the crowd below, "So that's ten-nil to Slytherin—bad luck, Ron."
WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN
HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN!
WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN,
WEASLEY IS OUR KING!
Harry realized he's been stationary for more than a minute and continued his search for the Snitch, still listening to the commentary and Slytherin singing. Slytherin scored again and again, each time earning another roaring chorus of "Weasley is our king!" and while Harry liked that it was getting on Ron's nerves, the lyrics were starting to get repetitive. Harry looked down at the Slytherin stands and saw Pansy right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as she conducted the Slytherin supports in song. He sped his way to her and yelled, "PANSY!"
Pansy turned and grinned, "Like the song Harry?" she yelled back.
"When did you all do this!?" he demanded, "and why didn't I know?"
"Surprise!" Pansy grinned. "Payback to the Weasley!"
"Well, pick different lyrics they're getting annoying! Who rhymes bin with in and win? A child?"
"HEY!" Pansy yelled, but smirked, "Fine then, new lyrics!" She turned to the stands and Harry sped off. The singing stopped only for a moment before a new song began.
WEASLEY IS A TRAITOROUS FRIEND
WHO THOUGHT HE COULD BRING AN END
TO HARRY POTTER'S VICTORY TREND
POTTER IS OUR KING!
WATCH AS HARRY DUCKS AND DIVES
HE WILL SLITHER INTO ALL OUR LIVES
NEVER A TRUER SLYTHERIN THERE BE
POTTER IS OUR KING!
Harry laughed loudly and shouted off the top of his lungs, "PANSY THOSE LYRICS ARE STILL AWFUL!" Then he saw it, at last, the tiny fluttering Golden Snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch. He dived...
In a matter of seconds, Ginny was streaking out of the sky on Harry's left, a red and golden blur lying flat on her broom.
The Snitch skirted the foot of one of the goal hoops and scooted off toward the other side of the stands; its change of direction suited Ginny, who was nearer. Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Ginny were neck and neck…
Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand from his broom, stretching toward the Snitch … to his right, Ginny's arm extended too, reaching, groping…
It was over in two breathless seconds—Harry's fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball—Ginny's fingernails scrabbled the back of Harry's hand hopelessly—Harry pulled his broom upward, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the Slytherin spectators screamed their approval.
POTTER IS OUR KING!
Harry flew to the ground where Draco was waiting with the rest of the team. He jumped off his room and shouted, "I did it!" Running towards Draco, the blond caught him, and before he knew it their lips were meeting in a heated, searing kiss! Draco kissed back with more power, wrapping his arms around Harry's butt to support him as Harry wrapped his arms and legs around him.
They stared at each other, panting breathlessly as the reality of what they just did fell upon them. Harry's cheeks turned red and he was about to say something when a loud, horrid scream filled the air.
Draco had enough sense to pull up a shield charm as Ginny Weasley sent a jinx at them. "You disgusting prat!" she yelled out.
"You cheating snake!" Ron yelled out, "Why Harry!?" He rushed towards them, screaming, "You disgusting faggot!" when arms hooked around him to hold him back. Harry slid off of Draco to see Fred and George staring at him sheepishly.
"Sorry," Fred said before the two dragged Ron away. The other Gryffindors stared at Harry, looking openly betrayed as if he did something horrendously wrong. The Slytherins watched as the Gryffindors walked away, Ron screaming obscenities as the rest looked tired and betrayed. The Slytherins in the stands were singing Pansy's new song and Harry and Draco just stared at each other, Harry biting his lip nervously. He reached for Draco's hand before pulling away and ran to the showers.
A hand grabbed his wrist and he spun to see Draco staring at him. "We'll talk later," he breathed and kissed Harry again. "Go shower."