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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. Only the debauchery is mine, I have no claim to the characters. Pity.

Author's note: The pairing in this chapter is H/D. Warning for slash and gross misuse of a children's game. *grins* Thanks to SpunkleMcKats for requesting the Muggle Studies classroom!

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"Right foot, red."

Harry heard Hermione stifle a laugh behind the camera, sweat dripping from his forehead as he contorted his body, shoving his right leg under Draco to place it on the red dot.

"Left hand, yellow."

Draco growled menacingly, his balance precarious as he tried to twist around, moving his left hand from blue to yellow.

Though their bodies were close, they were turned away from each other. Draco fumed silently, unsure of how this torture could ever be construed as fun. Stupid Muggles. When were they going to get to the sex? Harry and Hermione had promised him this Muggle game was about sex.

Harry was having a hard time keeping the grin off his face. He and Draco were filming their latest scene in the Muggle Studies classroom. He'd never played Twister as a child, but Dudley had the game and he'd watched his portly cousin twist himself around his friends numerous times at sleep overs and play dates.

Harry grimaced, moving his left foot to a green dot. This was definitely not the time to think of Dudley. He shifted his head, admiring the long line of Draco's naked leg in front of him. They were twined together uncomfortably, though that hadn't discouraged their erections. Harry's legs trembled with the effort of holding himself up, unwilling to be the first to fall.

"This is fun for Muggles?" Draco ground out, following Hermione's instruction to move his right foot to a yellow circle.

"Oh, yeah," Harry answered, panting slightly with the effort of maintaining his crab-like pose.

Draco's grey eyes narrowed as they traveled over Harry's lightly tanned body. The muscles in his arms and thighs were taut, and the blond had the urge to forfeit the game so he could lick them. He blinked, asking Hermione to repeat her latest instruction. He didn't want to be the one to lose the game, so he dutifully slid his left leg until it found a blue circle.

"When do we get to the sex part, Potter?" Draco growled, moving his hand for a moment to flex his wrist. He didn't find this game the slightest bit erotic, aside from being flush against Harry's naked body.

"As soon as one of us falls," Harry muttered, squinting at the mat underneath them to figure out how to move his left arm – which was currently supporting Draco's leg – to a red circle at the other end.

"Just give up," Draco hissed, waiting to see if Harry would make the move, which would surely send him to the ground.

"No," Harry answered, carefully trying to extract his arm.

"Just end this stupid game so we can have sex," Draco huffed impatiently.

Harry narrowed his eyes, twisting around so he could see Draco. The blond was sweaty and flushed. Harry felt a jolt of desire shoot through him, though he was still determined to win the game so he could claim his prize.

"Why don't you end the game?"

Draco shot him a withering glare, moving his left hand to a red circle, groaning softly at the uncomfortable stretch. Harry waited a beat, following suit. Draco teetered without the added support of Harry's arm, but managed to steady himself before he fell.

"Malfoys don't lose," Draco said, his voice full of scorn. "Even Muggle games."

Harry's exasperated sigh turned into a groan when Draco leaned over and ran his tongue over his chest. He could hear Hermione and Luna giggling behind the camera.

"Not fair," Harry gasped as the talented tongue circled one of his nipples. Moments later, sharp teeth nipped at the bud, causing Harry's legs to shake.

"I never said Malfoys play fair," Draco murmured, moving his right leg to a green circle. "Just that they win."

Harry managed to comply with Hermione's instruction as well, bringing their groins tantalizingly close together. He looked up, wondering if Hermione was still spinning the game board or if she'd taken to calling out colors and body parts she knew would speed things along.

Draco bucked his hips up, shuddering when his aching cock slid along Harry's. He smirked as a tell-tale red flush covered Harry's gorgeous chest; it wouldn't be long now before the Gryffindor lost control. Biting his lip to keep from crying out himself, Draco wiggled his hips, almost losing his own balance at the rush of pleasure when his hot skin met Harry's again.

Harry closed his eyes, succumbing to the feeling of Draco's cock against his. Suddenly, winning didn't seem as important as having more access to the Slytherin's delicious flesh. He dropped to the mat, ignoring Draco's triumphant shout and Hermione declaring Draco the winner.

"Malfoys don't lose," Draco drawled, letting his body collapse on top of Harry's.

Harry's response was lost as Draco's mouth descended on his, the two of them battling for control of the heated kiss. Harry ran his hands down Draco's sweaty torso, cupping his arse briefly before sliding a hand between them to wrap around the blond's magnificent cock. The original plan had been for Harry to fuck Draco in the classroom, but Harry didn't think he had enough willpower to last long enough to prepare Draco. He'd just spent twenty minutes watching the blond contort his toned body into suggestive and nearly impossible poses; he needed release soon.

He felt Draco's cock pulse in his hand as though agreeing with his unspoken thoughts. Harry grinned, pushing Draco away from him and flipping him on to his back. Draco smirked at his eagerness, his grey eyes clouding with confusion when Harry made no move to Summon his wand for the spells they used for preparation. Instead, Harry threw a leg over Draco, straddling him. Draco raised his head, watching as his lover slithered up his body, his arse in the air, until Harry's thick cock was resting just above his lips.

Understanding brought a huge grin to Draco's face when he felt Harry's tongue dart out to tease his rock hard cock. He allowed himself a smirk before stretching his swollen lips around Harry's member, his tongue delving into Harry's slit to taste the bitter precome that had pooled there.

"Oh, God," Harry moaned around Draco's cock. The vibrations sent shivers up Draco's spine, his stomach clenching as he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm approach.

Draco focused on laving his tongue along Harry's hard length, curving his lips around his teeth so Harry could fuck his mouth roughly without worrying about their sharp edges. He was happy to let Harry set the pace, which matched the strokes the dark-haired boy was lavishing on his own cock.

"Close," Draco groaned, pulling back slightly to get the words out. Harry's cock slammed back into his mouth without pause, and Draco fought back his gag reflex when the fleshy head nudged the back of his throat.

But then Harry opened his own throat, allowing Draco's cock to slip even deeper into the slippery warmth. He swallowed convulsively around the intrusion, and Draco cried out at the way Harry's throat tightened around him.

"Merlin, fuck," Draco gasped, shuddering as his orgasm overtook him. He closed his lips tightly around Harry's cock, sucking hard to bring the other boy over with him.

"Jesus, Draco," Harry moaned, shooting his own hot release down Draco's willing throat.

Harry let himself collapse on top of Draco, resting his cheek against the blond's thigh. He wasn't sure how long they would have stayed in that position had Luna not stepped in, standing between them and the camera. She looked down at them curiously, arching a brow as she looked at them.

"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sixty-nine in the Muggle Studies classroom," she said, turning back toward the camera in Hermione's hand. "Cut."

Luna nudged Harry with her shoe, forcing him to roll off Draco into an ungraceful heap on the floor. He grimaced as his sweaty back stuck to the vinyl Twister mat beneath him, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant sound when he peeled himself away from it and sat up.

"That was not the plan," she said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the two debauched boys.

Draco groaned and shrugged, wincing when the movement called his attention to the light rug burn on his shoulders. Harry had fucked his mouth rather enthusiastically, scooting them across the rug as he approached his orgasm.

"A little help?" he drawled, angling his back toward Hermione. His voice was rough, his throat still irritated from Harry's cock sliding down it. She rolled her eyes and raised her wand, sending a simple Healing Spell his way.

"The plan?" Luna continued, moving her hands to her hips. "I thought we were saving the sixty-nine for the Headmistress' office."

Harry coughed uncomfortably, his own voice raspier than usual as well. "We got a bit carried away."

Draco laughed as he pulled up his trousers.

"My nudity was just too much for poor Harry," he said, leering suggestively at the Gryffindor in question.

Harry shook his head with a small smile, fastening the buttons on his shirt. As soon as he was dressed, he cast a Cleaning Charm on the Twister mat and knelt to fold it. Surprisingly, Draco bent to help him, Summoning the box from its place on the windowsill so they could put the game away.

"Potter, the people on the box are wearing clothes."

"Yes, so?"

"And they are children."

"And?"

"You told me this was a Muggle sex game!"

Harry shrugged, tossing the spinner back in the box.

"Do you mean to tell me I just played a Muggle children's game? Naked?" Draco asked, frowning in disgust.

"It's not my fault you believed the Muggle Studies classroom would actually have sex aids," Harry answered diplomatically.

They were nearly through the door before Hermione spoke up. Harry could tell from the gleam in her over-bright eyes that he wouldn't like the result.

"I'd have thought the fact you were naked on a communal mat would have been more troubling, actually," she said, grinning as Draco's eyes widened in horror.

"Potter!"

TBC

Author's note: Any suggestions for where they go next? All pairings and places (in Hogwarts) are up for grabs! PM me with requests.