Chapter 16 A Visit to the Shrieking Shack
Draco's wan face paled ghostly when he realized where they were headed. Not the Shrieking Shack. Not here. This place... he shuddered involuntarily causing Adrian to turn to him. During Voldemort's short reign of power Death Eater had used the decrepit house as a hideout of sorts. Not to mention the fact that it was widely gossiped that his own godfather, Severus Snape, was murdered within its very walls. A twang of guilt froze his feet in place. Confusing emotions were rising in Draco again, overwhelming him and destroying his self-control.
"Are you okay, love?" Adrian drawled at his companion. "Is something wrong?" They were standing behind the shack, the professor still cradling Draco's smallish, soft-skinned hand in his own giant palm. He pulled the boy close as he spoke, causing the teen to let out a tiny, involuntary gasp at the sudden feeling of the man's hard body flush against his. A rush of arousal was filling him, numbing his emotions and filling his heart with emptiness.
"N-no." Draco stuttered feeling quiet hunger wash over him. " 'm fine..."
He was losing himself in the older man's musky, earthy scent that drove him to distraction. Unable to control himself, he flung his arms around Adrian's waist, tilting his chin upwards to meet him in a fervent kiss. He moaned as he felt his lover's tongue snake into his hot, open mouth, caressing his own and rousing a deeper carnality in his trousers. His hands slid up into the man's glossy jet black hair, wantonly grabbing it hard to pull the man deeper into his kiss. The man responded with a playful growl and nibbled lightly on Draco's bottom lip. Draco moaned again, a curious weakness spreading through his lower half causing him to grip Adrian harder to steady himself.
They stayed there like that, greedily enjoying the salacious sensations until another thought sunk into Draco's brain. How were they going to get in? While Draco had never been in the shack himself, he knew from his time with the Deaths Eaters at Hogwarts last year that there was only one door. And that was back on school grounds, which was not exactly 'nearby'. He broke away from the kiss and scrunched his face up in confusion at his partner.
"How are we-" He started but the man carefully rested one finger over the boy's wet, pink lips. A teasing smile played his lips and with a slight pop they had apparated inside.
"Oh," Draco added dumbly.
Now that they were inside he took a look at the place for the first time. It was even more dank and squalid than that dirty pub had been, really living up to its 'Shack' title. Dirt clung to the walls everywhere, the furniture was broken and stained and long forgotten. Ew. Draco thought prissily. We're going to do it here? He kicked nervously at a tattered rug that sat lifeless on the rotted floor. A frown replaced the confused look that was occupying his face.
"Uhm," He started again, only to be hushed a second time by the clearly amused man.
"Tsk, you really underestimate me, don't you think?" Adrian said smirking and stepping back from Draco into the room.
"Visio Bellitas," The professor chanted with the flick of his ebony wand. Draco tried not to gasp in awe. In an instant the room was transformed into a plush, posh bedroom decorated in black and deep emerald green. Like the color of Harry's eyes. He looked back at the professor ignoring the intruding thought.
"That was brilliant. Why don't people use it for everything?" Draco inquired, moving over to the fat, satin-sheeted bed, fingers stroking the smooth material.
"The effects don't last long. Only a few hours. But plenty of time for our purposes." Adrian explained as he crossed the room to where the blonde mindlessly played with the bedsheets. "Trying to seduce me already?" He asked in his signature purr, placing his hands over Draco's. Draco's wide, stormy gray eyes met the mans shifting into a playful simper. Wordlessly he draped his slender white arm around the mans shoulder and used it to shift himself up onto the bed. Using his free hand he coyly beckoned the professor to him with his slightly curled, outstretched finger. Adrian grinned and took the finger into his mouth lightly sucking on it. Draco backed further onto the bed to make room for the man, who climbed up to meet him. Their mouth met heatedly, Draco whimpering at the hollow pleasure that rippled through his frail body, giving him the strange satisfaction of being vulnerable and breakable. A fun toy to be played with. A cute doll. Nothing more. His thoughts taunted him as he enjoyed the sinful sensuality. The mans kiss deepen as he roughly pushed Draco onto the bed. He pulled away focusing his attention to skillfully undoing each on the tiny buttons that lined Draco's shirt. He completed the task of disrobing the nubile teen which such effortless speed precision that it could only be described as preternatural.
When they both were naked he resumed his pursuit of Draco's body turning his tongue on the tiny rosebuds that were the boys nipples. Draco was quietly moaning now, his breathes becoming heavier and ragged as the man devoured his body. He could feel Adrian's hands touching him, everywhere on his body, sliding over his lithe figure. He moved his mouth down further on the boy, his tongue darting out to graze the head of Draco's swollen erection. Draco groaned loud and deep as Adrian took the length of his shaft into his mouth. He toyed with it in his mouth, amusing himself with the reactions that were written into the lewd face Draco made. He kept sucking Draco's manhood until the boy feel he would burst then stopped to slowly lick him, making him shudder with agony and anticipation. Draco was leaned back against the headboard of the bed, propped up off his elbows, sweet face flushed heavy with scarlet.
"A-Adrian." Draco whispered hoarsely, "Please, do it n-now."
Adrian grazed his hand across Draco's supple cheek and entered the boy without hesitation. Draco cried out in hedonistic pain and pleasure. Their frequent meet-ups had loosen his body up, but the sudden entrance still took his breath away. Regaining composure Draco relaxed his body allowing Adrian's heat to fully enter him. Edges of pain were quickly wiped away and replaced with burning hot need. His professor moved in him now, starting with slow, firm thrusts sliding himself deeper into the boy. Draco looked up at the man with lidded eyes as his thursts became stronger and deeper. Like a sudden electric shock ripples of pleasure moved from his core throughout his body as Adrian hit that spot inside Draco. Unable to contain himself anymore he let himself go to be consumed by the delightful sensations he was experiencing. He was shamelessly thrusting himself upon the professor's impressive cock, weak from his imminent orgasm. Fucking himself bloody senseless, Adrian leaned forward and bit Draco on the chest and he came, filling him with his hot liquid. Draco came as well, his own seed spilling for a possible eternity. His body was dizzy and weak from ist intense workout and his lover's little snack. After a short time the professor rose and began to dress.
"I must return to the castle now. Rest here for a little while, love, until regain your strength. But don't wait too long." He said waggling his finger at his charge.
Draco flashed his beautiful vacant smile at him. "Yeah, sure." Then he rolled back over in bed, not watching as the man left, feeling more alone than ever.
Harry arrived at the Shrieking Shack still wearing his cloak of invisibility a little before sunset. He sat quietly outside, reflecting on how much had happened inside that very place. Not only for him, but for people he'd cared for and lost. Remus, Severus, Sirius. All people he'd lost who had some special connection to the place. So many memories. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even hear the hushed muffle of voice or the faint pop as he stood there. No, it was not until he heard a deep, low, moan that his head snapped up. What the fuck? Harry thought as he edged closer to the building.
Are there people in there? More moaning answered him. It was clearly a male, but it sounded young-ish, maybe even someone he knew? He just had to find out who it was, never mind how they got in. He carefully edged around the building looking for some kind of opening, but with no doors or windows the task seemed impossible. Just before he gave up, however, he spied the tiniest of cracks in the back wall of the house. Moving up to it, his pressed his eye to the small gap.
What he saw, which was not much, shocked him. First of all, the room was not the dingy room he remembered, but instead was elegant and trim, with a giant bed in center. More importantly was who was on that bed moaning. It was Draco Malfoy.
Harry's heart fluttered wildly in his chest and he gasped and froze. From the angle of the crack he could only make out most of Draco's very naked body and the headboard against the wall. He moved his head to try to see more, but he could only catch small glimpses of the back of Draco's dark haired partner's head. Harry wasn't surprised that this dark-haired person was man, but he was very surprised at the acid that was rising up in his stomach in jealousy. But Harry couldn't turn himself away from the sight of Draco's body being ravished. It was so very erotic. He hadn't know his blonde rival could look so tempting.
His hand was firmly stroking his member before he even realized it had been something else rising up in him besides jealousy. For the second time today Harry was thankful he'd brought the cloak. Draco cried out sharply as the mystery man entered him, causing Harry to speed up him strokes, biting his lip to keep from moaning. He watched from outside, unable to deny to himself how badly he wanted to touch that sexy, svelte body that lay out of his reach. Inside Draco arched his back in pleasure and made a face so impassioned that Harry came right at that moment, dirtying his hands and shorts with gobs of milky-white semen. Harry preform a quick cleaning charm as worry, panic and remorse slammed into him. That didn't just happen. That DID NOT JUST HAPPENED. I did NOT just masturbate to Malfoy. I am not gay! He turned and ran as hard as he could, trying to forget the shack, the memories, and most of all the beautiful, sensual look on Malfoy's face.
