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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. This is just a bit of light-hearted fun.
Author's note: Sorry for the long hiatus on this fic – it's a crack!fic I work on only when the muse is there, and she just hasn't been there lately. But thanks to a prod from RunningButLoving, I'm back. It only seems fair to use her prompt for this chappie, which involved the Chamber of Secrets and handcuffs. Warnings for slash, bondage and Parselsmut, plus hints of femmeslash. Enjoy!
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"I – seriously, there?"
Draco grinned, enjoying the shocked and slightly disgusted look on Harry's face. He'd just suggested the site for their next scene, and it wasn't going over well with the Gryffindor contingent of their motley little group.
"Draco, that's where – I mean, you know what happened there, what's very likely still down there. How could you want to –" Hermione paused, making vaguely lewd hand gestures when words failed her, "– there?"
Pansy wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulders, a hard smile curving her lips.
"Don't you see? That's exactly why he wants to –" she broke off, mimicking Hermione's gestures in an exaggeratedly mocking way, "– there. For Merlin's sake, it's the Chamber of Secrets! Half the wizarding world still doesn't believe it exists, even after the unfortunate debacle Potter had there in second year."
"Unfortunate debacle?" Harry choked out, his cheeks darkening with anger and, though he was loath to admit it, arousal. The idea had seemed absolutely insane at first, but he was beginning to see why it was appealing.
"Harry, think like a Slytherin," Luna said, unperturbed when four sets of eyes settled on her, two wide with incredulity and two narrowed with suspicion. "It's quite a good idea, actually."
Hermione's mouth hung open, staring at the blonde girl in front of her. She'd thought Luna would be on their side.
"Think about it," Luna continued, a small smile curving her lips. "It's a chance to reclaim a Dark space. For centuries the Chamber of Secrets has a source of rumor and fear. It's the ultimate Gryffindor revenge, don't you think? Taking a revered space like that and using it for something so utterly ridiculous?"
Draco had to admit he was impressed by Luna's argument. She was a Ravenclaw through and through, but sometimes he wondered if she harbored a bit of Slytherin, too.
"How would you like the Chamber to be remembered, Harry?" Luna asked, focusing her gaze on the dark-haired boy. "As the place Voldemort used to terrorize the school or as the place where you and Draco had sex?"
Pansy brightened, stepping forward and thrusting her hand at Luna. Perhaps she'd have to make another exception to her blondes rule. After all, it had been worth it with Draco.
"I don't believe we've every properly met," the dark-haired Slytherin said, a genuine smile on her face. "Pansy Parkinson. Pleased to meet you."
Luna smiled placidly, grasping Pansy's hand and shaking it politely before pulling her closer and pressing a kiss against her lips, her tongue darting out to caress Pansy's plump lower lip before she pulled back.
"Luna Lovegood, and the pleasure is mine."
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Pansy watched Harry flit around his room, gathering supplies. It was obvious that he was nervous about returning to the Chamber of Secrets – as a Slytherin, she couldn't believe he'd had sole access to such private place and never taken advantage of it before now, but Hermione had explained it would have been wrong, so he'd never considered it. Pansy snorted. Wrong. What a concept. Wrong didn't exist in Slytherin. There was merely right and illegal if caught. Nothing was out of bounds, and she was heartened to see her adopted Gryffindors coming around to the Slytherin style of thinking.
"And blankets," Harry muttered to himself, stripping the blankets off his bed and shoving them into his already-stuffed knapsack. "Bloody cold down there."
Pansy sighed, wishing once again this job hadn't fallen to her. But Hermione and Draco were busy researching Illumination Charms that would cast enough light so the whole thing would actually show up on film, and Lovegood was – Pansy shook her head, not sure what Lovegood was up to. So Potter-sitting had fallen to her.
"Warming Charms, Potter," Pansy said, pulling the knapsack from his nerveless fingers. She dumped the contents onto the bed, patiently folding each item before Shrinking it and placing it back in the knapsack. "We have Warming Charms and Cleaning Charms and all sorts of other spells to help make it more habitable. Stop worrying."
Harry nodded, lamely accepting the no-longer-bulging knapsack she held out to him. They'd been over the plan again and again in the last week, and he knew there was nothing to be worried about. They had plans for what to do if the basilisk corpse was still there, plans for how to clean the Chamber, plans for how to light it. He had no reason to worry.
Other than that he was worried. The last time he'd been down there Ginny had been half-dead and he'd nearly been killed himself. How was he supposed to manage fucking Draco's brains out in a place that held such memories?
"Potter," Pansy said again, the word more of a sigh than anything else. She sidled up to him, running a hand over his shoulders and down his sides, cupping her hand over his bum and pulling him closer. The things I do for Draco and the promise of kinky sex, she thought, letting her fingers caress the firm muscle under her hand.
"Relax," she purred, running her other hand down over the hard planes of his stomach, his defined muscles evident even through the rough fabric of his Muggle shirt. "Do you need some help relaxing?"
Harry stiffened and gasped when Pansy's hand closed around his blossoming erection, her thumb running over the soft head and making shivers run down his spine. It was marvelous, even though his denims.
"You don't do cocks," he gasped, leaning into her heavily when she began to rub hard circles over his erection.
"I make exceptions, from time to time," she said, kneading his arse with her other hand.
"She does," Draco drawled from the open doorway, making Pansy laugh and Harry blush. "Take her up on it if she's offering, Harry. As I told Hermione, she really is that good."
Pansy pushed Harry away playfully, making him stumble into Draco's open arms. The blond took up where she had left off, caressing the obvious bulge in Harry's denims.
"My, my, Pans," Draco said, his grey eyes sparkling with amusement. "You really were going to make an exception, weren't you?"
Harry moaned, letting his head drop into the crook of Draco's neck as the other boy stroked him harder through the rough fabric. He completely missed the calculating look that passed between the two Slytherins, so caught up in his arousal that he couldn't focus on the unspoken questions and answers flowing around him.
His eyes flew open in surprise when he felt another set of hands pulling at the fastenings on his denims, easing them over his erection and down to his knees. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's torso, holding him still as Pansy knelt before him, taking his entire length in her mouth.
Harry cried out, the feeling of Pansy's throat swallowing around him almost pushing him over the edge. When Draco's fingers came up to pinch and rub at his nipples mercilessly, Harry bucked, driving his cock even deeper into Pansy's accepting throat.
"Come for us, Harry," Draco whispered, his tongue dipping into Harry's ear as he spoke.
And Harry did. He cried out again, emptying himself deep in Pansy's throat as Draco's pinches turned into gentle caresses across his heaving chest, coaxing the last bit of his orgasm out of him. He noticed Pansy pulling back almost immediately after the spasms stopped, the notable loss of warmth around his cock making him frown involuntarily.
"Exceptions," Pansy said, her voice hoarse from her earlier ministrations. She leaned in, past Harry's shoulder, and kissed Draco hard. Harry groaned again, his vantage point allowing him to see the rough play of their tongues as Draco deepened the kiss. Pansy pulled away, pressing a chaste kiss against the corner of Harry's mouth as she retreated. "I do make them, and I have a feeling I'll be making several more before we're finished. Relaxed now, Potter?"
Harry jumped as he heard a giggle from the corner, blinking as he realized Luna was leaning against his closed door, a familiar camera in her hand. She nodded to Draco, who shifted Harry's weight against his chest and craned his neck, speaking clearly for the camera.
"Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy suck Harry Potter off, Gryffindor dorms. Cut."
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They met up with Hermione in the common room, setting out for the second floor girls' bathroom in smaller groups. Harry and Draco went first, with the help of Harry's Invisibility Cloak, so they could open the passage for the others. The three girls wandered around the fourth floor for a bit before splitting up and making their way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom separately, each jumping down the now-exposed tunnel alone. Luna was the last, and as planned she cast a discreet Notice-Me-Not spell on the entrance to deter any other curious students who might wander by.
She found the wild ride down the deep tunnel exhilarating. She'd been to a Muggle amusement park once with her father, and this felt remarkably like what the roller coasters they'd ridden. She arrived at the bottom coated in muck and dust, a wide grin splitting her face.
"That was –"
"Disgusting?" Pansy put in, her nose wrinkled as she cast another Cleaning Charm over her clothes.
"Scary?" Hermione offered, shuddering when she picked a rather large cobweb out of her hair.
"A bad idea?" Harry said hopefully, shoving Draco away as the other boy attempted to tame his now-clean hair.
"Wonderful!" Luna said, shaking dust out of her hair as Draco cast a few Cleaning Charms over her skin and clothes.
"Now that we're all here," Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand, "let's explore, shall we? Harry and I have already cast several Illumination and Cleaning Charms down here, as well as some Detection Charms to locate any unsavory creatures. It's safe."
Luna was the first to push forward, grabbing one of the flickering torches on the wall as she passed. Pansy and Hermione followed, though less enthusiastically.
"We found the basilisk corpse. The temperature and magical protections here in the Chamber preserved it fairly well," Draco continued, motioning off to one side. "Harry cast a Disillusionment Charm on it so it won't ruin the mood, but we'll want to come down later and harvest it for potions ingredients."
Harry shuddered, unable to block the memory of the very live basilisk that had attacked him years ago. Draco plunged ahead into the dimly illuminated chamber, intent on finding the perfect space for their scene.
"Perhaps we could enlist Blaise's help for that?" Pansy asked, noticing Harry's reluctance. "We'd need Harry's help to get down here, of course, but he's hardly a potions expert. It would be more helpful to have someone who knows how the parts should be treated and what they are used for."
Harry made a grateful noise, looking back over his shoulder to give Pansy a hesitant smile. The Slytherin simply shrugged, berating herself silently for acting like she cared. These Gryffindors were obviously contagious.
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In the end, it was Hermione who quite literally stumbled into the perfect place for their debauchery. They'd delved further into the Chamber than Harry ever had, exploring dank tunnels and moldy rooms filled with Dark artifacts and disgusting carvings. She'd been about to throw in the towel when she tripped, her hand grabbing the first thing it could to steady herself – a sconce shaped like a snake head. The snake head bent at an unnatural angle, followed by a low grinding noise and an explosion of dust. When all the particles had cleared, they saw that the wall had disappeared, revealing a sumptuous suite of rooms furnished in green and silver.
"Slytherin's rooms," Draco whispered, his eyes as wide as saucers as he entered the cavernous rooms. Harry followed closely, his wand drawn in anticipation of booby traps and jinxes. "I thought these were a myth."
"Every founder is said to have a hidden suite of rooms," Luna said, running her dirty hands along finely polished furniture. The room was free of any of the dusk and mold in the rest of the Chamber, obviously held secure by several powerful charms.
"And we've found Slytherin's," Pansy said, her voice tinted with awe.
The large sitting room they'd entered had several large doors, which Draco quickly opened, uncovering a luxuriously appointed bedroom suite complete with a sunken tub much like the one in the prefect's bathroom, a small but serviceable kitchen obviously designed for a house-elf and a large library stocked from floor to ceiling with ancient but well-preserved books.
"The books," Hermione murmured, her heart racing at the thought of all the lost knowledge they could recover, all of the forgotten spells, charms and potions.
"The bed," they heard Draco call from the bedroom, where he was tracing the delicate patterns on the heavy wooden headboard with his fingers. Heat flared in Harry's belly when he realized what they were; carvings of ancient sex rituals, with strategic outcroppings where shackles or ropes could be fitted.
"Merlin," Harry breathed, joining Draco on the large bed. He laid his fingers over Draco's tracing the intricate carvings together.
Neither noticed when Hermione cast Cleaning and Freshening charms on the silk bedding, or when Luna set the camera up, directing Hermione to cast the Illumination Charms she and Draco had researched in the darkened bedroom.
"Do you want –"
"You know I do," Draco murmured, letting his wrist graze against the smooth notch. Bondage hadn't been part of their plan, but it was too good a chance to pass up.
Harry pulled Draco back roughly, too aroused to be gentle as he claimed his mouth. Draco gasped and whined when he felt another hand tugging his wrist into place and securing it with something soft and smooth. He didn't protest, allowing his other arm to be stretched and restrained in a similar fashion. Completely undisturbed by the help they were receiving, Harry focused on unbuttoning Draco's shirt and kissing his way down his chest. His green eyes flared when he saw what someone – probably Pansy – had used for restraints; a pair of Gryffindor ties, their scarlet and gold stripes standing out in stark contrast in the otherwise green and silver room.
"Yes," he hissed, falling into Parseltongue in his heightened state of arousal. Draco shivered at the sibilant sound, his already hard cock bobbing with anticipation as Harry made his way down his body.
A softly murmured charm from Harry had Draco's clothes falling away, leaving him naked and panting on the large bed, his wrists bound wantonly to the headboard. He was totally at Harry's mercy, a fact Draco was completely aware of.
"Did you like that?" Harry hissed, the words gliding off his tongue easily. The snakes that had been carved into the headboard began to writhe, making Draco gasp as he felt the movement against his back. "Oh, you do, you naughty boy, you do."
Draco bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when Harry's wicked mouth met his cock, his tongue vibrating against the hard flesh of Draco's erection as he continued to hiss in Parseltongue.
"So good, Draco. So good."
He licked a wide path down the blond's engorged member, making sure to tease along the plump vein in just the right way, driving Draco crazy. The Slytherin fought against his restraints, his fingers aching to run through Harry's thick hair as the Gryffindor continued to suck and lick at his cock.
"You want more, though, don't you, Draco? Such a greedy little whore," Harry hissed, pressing a gentle kiss at the base of Draco's cock that was at odds with his harsh words. "You can't wait to spread yourself for me, can you?"
He lowered his head, drawing both of Draco's balls into the warm cavern of his mouth and sucking lightly. Draco barely had time to respond to the new stimulus before Harry relinquished them, his quick tongue delving between the blond's arse cheeks to seek out his puckered hole.
"Ungh," Draco groaned, sweat breaking out across his forehead as Harry's firm tongue drew circles around his entrance. He bucked his hips up, giving the dark-haired boy better access.
"Impatient today. I love it when you're eager, Draco," Harry hissed, knowing full well that the blond wouldn't understand anything he said, except perhaps his name. They'd played with Parseltongue enough before for Draco to be able to pick that out. "Eager for me to fill that hot little hole of yours, aren't you? Tell me how much you want me, Draco."
Draco would have shot up off the bed if not for the restraints when Harry's tongue forced its way inside him, swirling in a maddening pattern that both burned and sent spirals of pleasure through him. Though he didn't know what Harry was saying, he could hear the plea in his voice.
"Yes," Draco begged, drawing his legs up as much as he could to give Harry even greater access to prepare him. "Yes, anything. Please, more."
Harry chuckled, bringing his hand up to join his tongue. He continued to trace random patterns against the sensitive flesh as his finger sought entrance, gently stretching Draco's tight ring of muscle. The blond whimpered when he added a second, well-slicked finger, scissoring them inside to speed the process. Draco cried out again when Harry's warm mouth engulfed his neglected erection at the same time a third finger was added, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that nearly sent him over the edge.
"Uh-uh," Harry chided, meeting Draco's hot gaze. "Not yet. Not until I tell you to come."
Draco nodded, understanding the warning in Harry's words even if he didn't understand what had been said. He let his head fall back against the headboard with a crack, another moan escaping his lips when Harry lightly ran his teeth over the soft head of his cock, sending chills down Draco's spine.
"Ready, my love?" Harry hissed, his lips quirking slightly at the phrasing. It was impossible to lie in Parseltongue, so endearments he'd never make in English often found their way into his Parseltongue vocabulary in times like these.
Draco moaned again, lifting his hips off the bed in clear invitation. Harry regarded him steadily, once again wondering if the Slytherin knew more about Parseltongue that he admitted. He seemed to comply with orders far too easily, considering there was no way he should be able to understand them.
Harry lifted Draco's feet to rest on his shoulders, knowing he'd need some leverage since the blond's hands were still caged above his head. He gripped one of Draco's ankles roughly, his other hand guiding his aching cock between the blond's thighs. They both gasped when the head of Harry's cock slipped past his tight entrance, and Harry was panting with exertion by the time he'd finally slipped all the way inside.
He gave his hips an experimental thrust, enjoying the way Draco gasped and moaned beneath him. Adjusting his angle slightly, Harry pulled back and rammed himself back in hard, his green eyes shining with satisfaction when Draco screamed as his thick cock ran over his prostate.
"Such a pretty whore," Harry moaned, watching Draco's cock bounce as the words washed over him. Draco's kink for Parseltongue knew no bounds, and Harry exploited it mercilessly. "There's no one else who could do this to you, Draco. No one else who could reduce you to this state. Just me. You're mine, Draco."
He could feel Draco's passage clenching around him, knowing that the blond was fighting off his impending orgasm. Harry quickened his pace, his eyes locked on Draco's as he pushed into his willing body again and again.
"Now, Draco. Come for me now."
Draco screamed again, his orgasm erupting at Harry's hissed words. Watching Draco come like this was one of Harry's favorite things. The blond needed no extra stimulation when Parseltongue was involved; he could come without anyone touching his cock. Harry absolutely loved it.
"God, Draco," he moaned, slipping back into English as his own release overtook him. He thrust hard again, spurting as Draco's tight channel milked his orgasm out of him.
He let Draco's legs fall back to the bed and collapsed forward, careful to keep his weight of Draco's torso so his arms wouldn't pull against their restraints.
"I know you love Parseltongue, Draco, but tell me honestly – do you understand it? How do you know to follow my instructions?"
Draco shivered at the hissing in his ear, his spent cock twitching feebly at the sound. He could tell it was a question, but he had no idea what Harry was asking.
"I don't know, Harry. I don't understand," he whispered, smiling when Harry pressed a chaste kiss against his sweaty neck and pulled himself in to a kneeling position.
"Good," Harry hissed, his eyes sparkling with humor. "A boy needs some secrets, after all."
He fumbled for his wand, releasing Draco's arms from their restraints. He frowned slightly when the blond immediately rubbed at his numbed arms, worried he'd hurt him somehow, but Draco shook his head. He didn't mind the pins and needles; they were well worth it to have been able to surrender so completely.
"That was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, playing with some light bondage in Salazar Slytherin's private rooms in the Chamber of Secrets. Cut."
Luna's voice surprised them. They'd forgotten their audience completely.
"Holy fuck that was hot," Pansy chimed in, her hand clearly lost in the fabric of Hermione's skirt. Luna's lips were red and swollen, as were Pansy's, and Hermione's face was flushed. "You two might make a cock convert out of me yet."
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