A/N: FINALLY, IT'S DONE!!! Sorry for the wait...I hope you like it. Classes and laziness were preventing me from finishing this, but now that it's done, I can start on the Epic Last Scene! YES! Anyway, please read and review...Reviews make me smile...And suggestions for the final scene would be appreciated ;) I want to write what you want to read, so leave me a comment! Enjoy!
Oh, P.S. - go listen to the song "Hatefuck" by The Bravery. I think it applies to this chapter rather nicely...
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Harry was nervous. What the hell did one wear to a foursome? It was an awkward occasion to dress for, knowing the clothes would all be coming off anyway, and on the Quidditch field at that. Harry certainly couldn't fault Cedric for a lack of creativity, but this was a little ridiculous even for him. The locker room, the Prefects' Bathroom, even the Astronomy Tower were all pretty reasonable, but the Quidditch pitch? In the grass? At night? The Gryffindor shook his head in disbelief and heaved a sigh, wondering where Ron was. It was already quarter of twelve and the redhead should have been getting ready to head down to the Quidditch field as well, even though he hadn't mentioned it to Harry. The two hadn't spoken of their encounter in the locker room, and it seemed like they were going to keep it that way. Harry looked at himself in the mirror beside his head, running a hand through his perpetually unruly hair. It was no use trying to fix it, so he left it the way it was – a mess – and slipped on the Invisibility Cloak over his grey T-shirt before tiptoeing out of Gryffindor Tower. The castle was silent and still as he weaved his way through the corridors, which were cool despite the stifling summer weather outside.
Harry made his way down to the locker rooms and, with one last deep breath, stepped out into the evening air. He slipped his wand from his pocket and cast a silent Lumos to guide him over the dark lawn. The full moon was enveloped with clouds; a storm was coming. The humidity had been building all week, and the thunder storm that was now gathering over the school was inevitable. Harry felt sweat trickling down the back of his neck just from descending the hill down to the Quidditch pitch. He pulled off the Cloak and, leaving it on one of the benches on the sidelines, wandered into the middle of the field, just as Cedric had told him to do. The dim, thin beam from his wand only lit up a fraction of the dark field, leaving him spinning and whipping around, calling out Cedric's name over and over again into the sticky night air.
"Cedric?" another voice called.
"Who's there?" Harry replied. Slowly another beam of light approached and Harry froze on the spot, his wand nearly slipping from his sweaty fingers at the sight before him. Bathed in the gentle light of his wand, almost creating a halo of his blonde hair, was Draco Malfoy.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco snapped, immediately feeling nasty as he usually did towards the Gryffindor. Cedric's words suddenly echoed in his mind; "You think this is nasty? I can get positively filthy, Draco." The blonde bit his lip and lowered his wand, meeting Harry's gaze.
"Cedric told me you would be here, but where is he?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. He told me to meet him here for our…" Draco's pale face flushed; he couldn't say it.
"Meeting," Harry said, his cheeks reddening as well.
"He's late," Draco pointed out in typical Malfoy fashion, checking his wristwatch like a git.
"Well, since he's not here yet, why don't we get started without him?" Harry raised his eyebrows suggestively, smirking at the Slytherin.
"Potter, I – "
But Malfoy couldn't finish coming up with an excuse before Harry tossed his wand aside and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him ferociously. Draco's wand slipped from his fingers so he could thread them through Harry's thick, dark hair, pressing his body up against the other boy's instinctively. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and nipping and sucking, just as they had expected of each other. Harry felt desperate and powerful, his lust making him bold – bold enough to yank Draco's thin cotton shirt over his head and run his hands all over the bare skin.
The blonde gasped, arching into Harry's touch and letting the other boy touch him in ways that he'd never let anyone else do before. Harry sucked a trail down Draco's neck, leaving a series of blooming red love bites in his wake. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of the Draco's collar bone for a moment before dragging him down onto the grass. The two boys landed roughly on the hard ground, but neither really noticed. Harry was clutching at Draco's back, massaging the muscles as he kissed his way down his pale, muscled torso.
"Take off those bloody fucking glasses," Draco hissed.
He grabbed Harry by the neck and pulled him up long enough to pull the offensive item from the other boy, which had been bumping against his chest aggravatingly. It was only then, as he cast the glasses aside and their eyes met, that Draco fully realized what they were doing. He, Draco Malfoy, was letting Harry Potter, Golden Boy, annoying stupid prat, lick his bare chest. Draco squirmed with uncertainty and Harry waited, his lips poised over his nipple teasingly, as the blonde wrestled with his options. He sunk his teeth into his lip, loosening his grip on Harry's shoulders.
"What is it, Draco?" Harry asked, his voice gentle.
"I'm not sure about this," he replied in a whisper.
"What is there to be unsure about? No one will ever have to know about this. It'll be our secret," Harry purred. He nipped at the blonde's chest for emphasis, then ran his tongue around one of the little pink nubs. Draco gasped, his hips bucking at the sensation.
"Harry…" Draco whimpered.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to hear you say my name like that?" Harry breathed as he continued his descent. Draco, pinned beneath him on the grass, wriggled anxiously. The brunette dipped his tongue into Draco's navel, just as Cedric had last week, and something inside him snapped. Draco let out a desperate wail, forcing his hips up against the other boy, begging him. His whole body ached for friction against his erection, straining against the fabric of his jeans. Harry smirked against Draco's abs, pleased with himself, and unfastened the other boy's belt, then undid the button and zipper as well.
"Ever since the Yule Ball last year. That night I wanted to grab you by the collar of your dress robes and throw you on top of a table in the Great Hall and fuck you until you screamed. Imagine that – you, Draco Malfoy, screaming the name of your most hated enemy as he came inside of you. Is that what you want me to do, Draco?" Harry whispered, his voice hot and husky. Draco couldn't manage to reply before Harry nuzzled his lips against the warm fabric of the blonde's underwear, causing his hips to buck violently.
"Y-yes!" Draco gasped. Harry smiled, parting his lips and mouthing Draco's erection through the fabric. He vaguely wondered, with what little brain capacity he still had, how the usually shy Gryffindor had gotten so seductive. Harry sat up, kneeling in between Draco's legs, and took his shirt off, giving Draco a chance to calm his racing heart and regain some semblance of his dignity.
"You learn all this from Diggory?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look into Harry's eyes.
"Maybe, why?" Harry cast him a suspicious look as he opened the front of his jeans.
"Just curious as to how Social Outcast Potter got to be so sexually knowing," Draco remarked with a grin.
"For your information, not that it's any of your business, Cedric is my first boyfriend. Don't even try calling me a tart, Malfoy, or I'll get dressed and Petrify you for Madam Hooch to find in the morning," Harry snapped, his face slightly flushed.
"I wasn't going to say anything of the sort! I was going to compliment him on his teaching abilities," Draco said quickly, knowing full well that Potter would Petrify him and leave him there if he got angry enough.
"In that case, let's continue, shall we?" Harry said, tilting his head to one side coquettishly, a playful twinkle in his eyes. When he lowered himself over the other boy, Draco arched up to meet him, their lips colliding in fierce kiss. Draco clutched at Harry's bare shoulders as their tongues caressed one another, Harry biting at Draco's sensitive bottom lip before pulling away. He pressed his lips to the soft spot under his ear, making Draco tremble beneath him. Sweat was quickly forming on their bodies, thanks to the humidity of the night and their heated touches. Draco tugged roughly on the waist of Harry's jeans, struggling to pull them down.
"Cut it out, Malfoy, I'll do it myself," Harry hissed. He kicked off his pants, then took off Draco's as well, leaving the two of them naked on the grass. Draco was about to complain about it, but Harry cut him off.
"Don't you dare bitch about this," Harry said. Draco merely glared at him and instead wrapped his hand tight around the brunette's cock and squeezed hard. Harry gasped, his arms trembling under his weight. Draco rubbed his thumb over the head of Harry's cock, smearing the moisture across the sensitive skin. Harry whimpered and Draco smirked; he wrapped his legs around his waist and flipped them over so he was on top. The Gryffindor stared up at him, shock displayed on his face but anger glimmering in his eyes.
"I wanted to be on top, Malfoy," Harry hissed.
"Too bad, Potter," the blonde replied. He lowered his head and kissed a hot trail down Harry's chest. Never one for tenderness, Draco sunk his teeth into the soft skin, biting at both nipples, tugging on them with his teeth before sucking dark red marks down his abdomen in a vertical line. Harry writhed on the grass, his labored breathing the only sound in the silence of the night. The clouds were still rolling in overhead, making the humidity stifling. Suddenly the darkness was illuminated with a flash of lightning, followed by the low rumble of thunder. Draco glanced up at Harry; their eyes met, and neither showed any sign of wanting to move inside to avoid the storm. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but when Draco parted his lips over his cock and swallowed him whole, his words turned into a harsh, keening cry, his back arching up off the ground. The head of Harry's cock nudged the back of Draco's throat, but he merely sucked harder, fluttering his tongue against the length. Harry whined loudly, threading his fingers into Draco's soft shiny hair and pulling hard.
"More, Draco," he moaned.
Draco's erection throbbed painfully at the sound of Harry's voice, raw and desperate, saying his name like that. He pulled his mouth off of his cock, leaving only the tip still inside, and suckled on it, watching from beneath his bangs as Harry tossed his head back.
"Fuck, Draco, please…" he breathed.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?" Draco purred. He nuzzled his lips against Harry's thigh, then bit at the soft flesh.
"Yes!" Harry cried.
He opened his hazy eyes and the sight of Draco Malfoy nibbling on his thigh, his hair disheveled and eyes wild, almost made him come right then and there. Draco pulled away, sitting back on his heels and looked around for his wand in the grass, muttering curses as he did so. All he wanted to do was shove his cock inside the Great Harry Potter and his wand was hiding from him. He spotted the slim shaft of wood a little way off and he dropped to his knees, crawling towards it through the dry grass. Harry sat up as well, watching Draco, on all fours, his pale skin shimmering with sweat in the dimness.
There was another flash of lightning and a deafening crash of thunder, so loud that Harry could feel it in his bones as he pounced on Draco, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist and fisting his cock roughly. Draco gasped in surprise, pushing back against Harry's erection as it pressed against his ass. He felt him getting close, so close, and Harry's touch on his cock and the pressure on his ass made it almost unbearable. The Gryffindor laid a light kiss to the base of Draco's damp neck, tasting his sweat on his lips, and squeezed his cock hard in his fist. Draco shoved his hips back against Harry, and he returned the friction, rubbing against him in time with his caresses to his cock. Draco bit his lip, fighting back the moan that threatened to tear from his throat as he neared the edge. He didn't want to come, not so soon, because then he'd have to be on the bottom. The friction of Harry's cock, throbbing and wet against his ass, made him want it. Draco turned his head to the side, glancing at Harry out of the corner of his eye.
"If you top me you can't tell anyone," he breathed.
"This was a secret to begin with. I would never speak a word of it to anyone," Harry replied with a smirk. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Draco's over his shoulder, and he paused in moving his hand on the other boy's length.
"You're sure you want it?" he asked, sucking Draco's bottom lip into his mouth. Draco moaned, giving the barest of nods. A wide grin spread across Harry's face and he snatched Draco's wand up off the grass and fiddling with it for a moment, trying to quell his nervous excitement. I'm going to fuck Draco Malfoy, was all he could think. His straining erection between his legs was the only thing that reminded him that he actually needed to do something.
"This is going to feel a little odd at first," Harry muttered. He lowered his head and kissed a trail down Draco's spine, earning him a soft murmur of approval that was barely audible over the thunder. With a tiny flick of his wand, Harry's fingers were slick with lubricant and, tossing the wand aside, he grabbed Draco's hip and trailed his fingers down the cleft of his ass. Draco purred, his hips twitching back at the caress. Harry pulled away, biting his lip.
"Lie on your back for me, Draco. I wanna see your face while I fuck you," Harry whispered. Draco rolled over onto his back and when their eyes met, it triggered something inside of both of them, something wild and uncontrollable. Harry grabbed the supple skin of Draco's thigh, dragging it up around his waist, the other hand reaching down between Draco's legs. His slick fingers circled the delicate hole slowly, making Draco tremble with anticipation.
"Just do it, Potter!" Draco hissed.
"Whatever you say, love," Harry said, his tone acidic.
With a twist of his wrist, he shoved his first finger into Draco's tight heat. Draco cried out in pain and pleasure, writhing on the grass as Harry worked his finger in and out of the other boy, the pain slowly dissolving into a dull, hot ache. Draco began to pant, his pretty pink lips parted sensuously and one of his hands tugging at his own shining locks. When Harry added a second finger, Draco started working his hips in conjunction with Harry's thrusts, plunging his hips down to further impale himself on the fingers that pleasure him. Harry smirked and lowered his head, capturing the blonde's plump bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. Draco moaned, arching up at the harsh pleasure and pressing his chest against Harry's. Harry crooked his fingers and rubbed them over the little sensitive spot inside of Draco.
"Oh fuck, Harry!" Draco cried. His body shook as Harry pressed on his prostate over and over again, winding his pleasure higher and higher. He could feel the knot twisting and tightening in the pit of his stomach, his muscles tensing as he got close.
"Do you want it, Draco?" Harry breathed. He brushed his lips against Draco's ear, feeling the other boy quivering under him.
"Obviously I do," Draco said, his voice sounding more desperate than impatient.
"Beg for it," Harry whispered, accenting the words with a particularly hard stab at Draco's prostate. Draco groaned, clutching at Harry's shoulders hard enough to leave half-moons on the pale skin.
"P-please," he gasped.
"What did you say, Malfoy? I couldn't hear you," Harry teased. He ran his hand down Draco's abs, slick with sweat, the other still thrusting into his ass. He traced his fingertip across the leaking slit at the tip of Draco's cock, rubbing the pearly bead of moisture over the velvety skin as he rubbed his fingers in a circle over his prostate.
"Harry, shit, please…God, please fuck me! I want you to-to just – " Draco wailed. Harry pulled his fingers out with a grin and pressed the tip of his cock to Draco's tight entrance. Harry looked up at the blonde, asking for permission.
"Fuck me, Potter. Hard," Draco breathed.
His pupils were huge, his eyes almost all black, the sweat beading on his forehead and his hair disheveled. So this is what it looks like when Draco Malfoy loses control, Harry mused as he slowly rocked his hips forward. Harry knew he, too, was losing control, his body feeling like it was going to melt it was so hot as he sank into Draco's tight heat. The clench of muscles around his cock almost made him come as soon as he was all the way in, but he held back, pulling away until only the head was inside and thrusting back in. Draco moaned, tossing his head back in ecstasy. Harry's whole body thrummed with heat at the sound of Draco's voice, raw and primal, ringing through the hot night. He fell into a feverish rhythm, ravishing the other boy with his hard thrusts. Harry felt like a beast, lying there on the grass as the thunder rumbled overhead and fucking his worst enemy so hard that he knew it must have hurt him. Harry didn't care. He let his eyes slide shut, losing himself in the sensations. He wrapped his hand around Draco's weeping cock, the tip an angry throbbing red, and squeezing it in his fist.
"C'mon, Draco…Feel so good…So fucking hot and tight…You're a virgin, aren't you?" Harry purred.
"Harry, uhhn, I…Fuck…" Draco murmured.
He bit his lip, his chest heaving up towards Harry's as he ground down onto the other boy's cock. Harry rubbed his hand roughly against the sensitive underside of Draco's cock, then Draco's hips spasmed as Harry squeezed the tip of his cock between his fingertips and suddenly he was falling, crashing, screaming Harry's name as he orgasm rippled through his body, his muscles tensing up as the knot in his stomach melted. The thick cloudy fluid gushed all over his stomach in spurts, coating his pale, damp skin. His muscles clamped down around Harry's dick, buried deep in his ass, and the pressure alone would have been enough to make Harry come. That, combined with the sight of Draco's blissful, fucked-out eyes and lips, his own cum spattered all over his abs, made Harry's body tense like wire as his hips shook, his orgasm slamming into him. Fire danced along his skin and he pulled out just in time to come all over Draco's stomach, biting his lip and moaning the Slytherin's name.
Harry slumped down on top of the other boy, his arms giving out, and kissed him, the strokes of his tongue hot and lazy and heavy. The Gryffindor pulled away, nuzzling into Draco's neck and Draco wrapping his arms around him. Their breathing was the only sound in the thick, humid silence for a few long moments before with one last groan of thunder, the sky burst open and poured down on them. Harry sat back on his heels, Draco following suit, but they avoided each other's gaze as the rain washed away the evidence of their passion that covered Draco's stomach. It was like nothing ever happened.
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"It's finally started to rain," Cedric murmured. He rolled over onto his side, gazing out one of the windows of Gryffindor tower as the raindrops chased each other down the stained glass. The boy beside him lifted his head and looked as well, his red hair gleaming in the light of the candle Cedric had lit on the bedside table.
"Maybe they'll finally stop flirting with each other now," Ron said. Cedric turned to him, studying his face for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to his swollen lips.
"I doubt it. As long as Gryffindors and Slytherins hate each other, Harry and Draco will want to fuck each other. It's a basic law of nature."
A/N: Oho, a surpise at the end! I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to click that lovely little review button down there! :) Coming soon...THE FOURSOME!!!!