"Potter. Potter."

"Wassamatter?"

"Good Christ, are we seriously doing this again? Get up."

Harry felt himself dragged off the bed and yanked up. He stumbled, barely awake, and leaned heavily on the body next to him for support. He wasn't used to getting up to quickly…

He vaguely noticed that they were walking, and had just enough mind to remember that he was in Draco Malfoy's house. That must have been who was half-carrying him. They went down the hall, Harry was beginning to regain some vision, and Malfoy's voice spoke next to him.

"Well, I guess it'll make this easier," the blonde said, more to himself Harry guessed. That didn't stop him from answering.

"What easier?" Harry said in a tired voice. He stifled a yawn. How fucking early was it, anyway?

The door to Malfoy's room opened and he led them inside. He flopped Harry's half-lifeless form on the bed and went to go shut it again. Harry curled onto his side, preparing to go to sleep again.

But apparently that had been a mistake. Malfoy's intentions were made clear when Harry felt his clothes being pulled off. His eyes flew open and he turned over on his stomach to try and flee.

"Fucking arse, not again!" Harry shouted irritably, dragging himself across the bed in haste. He was now lacking trousers. Harry felt his ankle be seized and pulled back, sliding him toward Malfoy again.

"Yes, Potter, that's why you're here," Malfoy said. He grabbed Harry on either side and hauled him over so that he was on his back again, making escape more difficult. He smirked down at his victim and pinned Harry by the shoulders.

"Who gets up at fucking – " Harry turned his head to look at the clock on the wall, " – six o'clock just to have sex?"

"I do. Now shut up, your whining is making me soft again," Malfoy said sternly. Harry spluttered indignantly. The blonde leaned over him and nipped at his ear. "I want to hear you whine for a different reason," that cool voice whispered.

"God, stop it, will you?" Harry said angrily, shoving the blonde head away from his neck. Malfoy glared.

"I know you like it Potter, so stop pretending. Why does sex bother you so much?" Draco pinned Harry's arms this time, preventing another outburst.

"It's not that, it's the fact that it's with you!" Harry spat harshly.

"Then pretend I'm Weasley," Malfoy said tauntingly into his ear. He nipped at Harry's neck again.

"Shut up!" Harry shouted furiously.

"I have to admit, he does have a nice arse. Not to mention those sexy noises he was making –"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!" Harry bellowed. He struck out with his foot, trying to kick Malfoy in any way. However the angle was too weird and he missed. He struggled against the blonde's hold.

"Calm down," Malfoy said exasperatedly. "I won't go near your little boyfriend again."

Harry froze and stared up at him. Malfoy looked slightly shocked, even, once he realized his own slip-up.

"Again?" Harry asked lowly, all the impending violence working its way into his voice. "What the fuck did you do to him?"

"Look – uhn – I just gave him a little…" Malfoy trailed off, the effort of holding Harry down no doubt becoming more difficult.

"You mean to tell me that after he's been dealing with Greyback, he's had to suffer you as well?" Harry shouted furiously, trying to throw off the blonde on top of him.

"Well actually, he didn't suffer anything, from what it sounded like. I just gave him a little relief, is all."

"WHAT?"

"I made him come, that's it. That's it," he assured.

"I – you – why?" Harry asked, confused. He stopped struggling.

"Well," Draco said, looking uncomfortable, "I don't know."

"Yeah, whatever," Harry said flatly. He knew for a fact that the blonde was hornier than an Erumpent. "There was obviously a reason."

Malfoy sighed laboriously.

"Alright. I may have perhaps noticed a…well that he was a bit neglected in that department, if you know what I mean," Malfoy said slowly.

Harry stared back up at him with a blank expression, not understanding...

"He was hard so I jacked him off," Malfoy said bluntly.

Harry winced at the mental image that burst into his mind. Malfoy standing over a cowering Ron, taking advantage of him…

"Was he…alright?" Harry said. Ron hated Malfoy with a passion, so Harry imagined not.

"Actually he seemed okay with it. That, or he was really tired," he added thoughtfully.

Most likely the latter.

Harry was grateful for the conversation, however, for his angry outburst seemed to have turned Malfoy off of the idea of sex for at least a little while. Harry was glad that he wouldn't have to worry about being attacked and humped like a dog in heat.

"Oy, if you could wish for anything, what would it be?" Harry asked, looking over at Ron. He was back in the room with him and they had been lazing about. Malfoy had given them a ball to throw back and forth, due to Harry's complaining that they didn't have anything to do. Though, Malfoy had suggested something that could entertain them, Harry just didn't feel that that would have been the best thing.

"Anything?" Ron said, catching the tiny ball easily.

"Yeah, anything," Harry said. He supposed it was a dumb question, really, because the answer would most likely be to escape from here.

"Hmm…" Ron pondered, staring at the wall opposite him. "Well…you know when you eat cookie-dough ice cream, and you only ever run into actual cookie-dough every twenty minutes because it never has enough of those little bits in it?"

"Yeah."

"More of those," Ron said, throwing the ball back.

Harry laughed, catching it.

"Mph."

Harry woke slowly. He opened his eyes at a snail's pace, willing the bleariness to go away. Seeing the blonde head of hair next to him, he realized he was in Malfoy's room, on Malfoy's bed, next to Malfoy. Thankfully he was still asleep. Harry frowned, not even remembering having been woken up and taken here. He shrugged, figuring it was his morning haze that made him forget. He then realized he was wearing nothing but his own underwear.

Glaring briefly at the sleeping blonde, he hauled himself to his feet and shuffled over to the bathroom.

After having some difficulty with aim, due to a persistent morning wood, Harry flushed the toilet and stumbled over to the sink to wash his hands. The magical tap gushed out water, spilling over his fingers. He played idly like a child with the soap, then rinsed his hands lazily and looked up into the mirror to see how horrible he looked today and perhaps repair some of the damage sleep had inflicted.

He was startled to see that his hair, which had been a sandy brown for the last few days, was now black again. His eyes had also reverted back to green.

"Draco!" Harry shouted, turning to call out the open door, but keeping both hands on either side of the sink.

"What?" came a sleepy voice.

"Something happened!"

He heard footsteps, though rather slow ones. After a few seconds Malfoy appeared in the doorway. Harry scowled, for he was wearing nothing but boxers as well, but now was not the time.

"Oh, shit," Draco said, looking at Harry's slightly panicky, back-to-normal face.

"What happened? No one knows I'm here, do they?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"I doubt it," the blonde said, unconcerned.

"Well then, what do I do? Won't somebody notice?"

"Relax, I'll just put the charms back on later. I don't know what happened, but I'll look into it. Relax," he said again, motioning for Harry to calm down.

Harry was afraid that someone had walked in and taken the charms off somehow. That, or they wore off for some reason. But what if someone had seen? They would know he was here, and all three of them would be dead…should already be dead…

He walked reluctantly back to the bed and sat down on it. Draco walked over to a bookshelf and stood in front of it, searching. He seemed to decide on a book and slid it from its spot on the shelf, then walked back over to the bed and sat down next to Harry. Despite the fact that both boys were in their underwear, Harry leaned over to see where Malfoy was flipping to in the book. This matter was more important at the moment.

"Ah, here we go," Malfoy said, pointing to a spot on the page. "Alius Infucatus, the color-altering charm, used to blah blah blah….can sometimes whatever…side-effects include something something…oh…oops…"

"What is it?" Harry asked, eyes wide.

"It says here that 'while this charm is in fact useful for altering one's own appearance, please note that the effects of the spell are only temporary, ranging from one day to a week…' Then it says something about it depending on the person it's cast on," he said, snapping the book shut. "So it sounds like it's your fault."

"My fault!" Harry said angrily. "You're the one who's bloody idea it was! How come you didn't read the fucking spellbook on it first!"

"I dunno," Malfoy shrugged uncaringly. "Whatever, I can just do them every once in a while when they wear off. No big deal."

"Yeah whatever," Harry grumbled, laying back down and seizing a pillow. How the hell long was he going to be here?

"Well, I'm gonna go do some shit or something," Malfoy said, heaving the heavy book off the bed with him as he got to his feet. "I think mum and dad will probably go into town today, so I might go with them. Try not to miss me too much."

"I'll try," Harry said sarcastically.

"You can go see Weasley later today when I get back," Malfoy continued, starting to put on dark-red robes. "But I'll leave some food for you now, and will you fucking just eat something? Christ."

"Yes," Harry replied dully.

"Right. See you later," Malfoy said, briefly checking his reflection. "And don't go trying to sneak out and seduce that poor boy, there'll be plenty of time for that later."

"I'll try and restrain myself," Harry shot back with venom.

And with that, he was gone, leaving Harry there to sit on the bed alone.

After a while of stewing, he got up and slumped over to the sitting area in order to burn off his morning haze, still in his boxers. He had managed to locate his clothes on one of the lounge chairs and put them on. Harry walked around aimlessly, messing with some stuff and merely looking at other objects around the room.

While examining a silver object that looked mightily expensive, he accidentally dropped it. He quickly picked up the tiny figure from the floor again, not knowing what the hell it does, and put it fervently back onto its shelf. Harry wandered nonchalantly away from the crime scene…

"What the fuck is this?" Harry muttered to himself, looking at a purple-tinted crystal bottle that sat on another shelf across the room. He stooped to read its label, which said:

Cyrodillic Brandy

Harry bit his lower lip naughtily. One taste couldn't hurt…

He removed the stopper on the bottle and tilted it up to his mouth. Harry took the tiniest of sips.

He then spent the next fifteen minutes tripping-out severely.

When the purple Hippogriff finally stopped talking, Harry moved over to the orange writing desk and tried to write down some of the brilliant ideas he had just come up with five seconds ago. He giggled to himself, reveling in their ingenuity. He was glad his mind had been cleared by that stuff he drank, for he would never have thought of such amazing things to do. Though, some of these thoughts were suggested by the Hippogriff, who was now looking at the list over his shoulder.

Finally, when that was done, Harry started coming down a bit, so he flopped onto the bed and took a nap.

He woke up later, feeling as though he had only slept a few minutes. Harry sighed and stood from the bed again, stretching his legs. He walked over to the food tray, remembering what Malfoy had ordered him to do, and ate some strawberries. Then, he consumed two sweet-cakes, a banana, the Choc-o-Morph fox, three rolls, an apple, several grapes, another apple, and a large handful of crisps. Thankfully, the Hippogriff wasn't around anymore, because that bastard was always going on about his weight.

Harry vowed to never touch that bottle again.

Some time after this, Harry just lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His arms were tucked behind his head and he kicked half-heartedly at one of the pillows. He was bored to death…

"Oh, finally you git," Harry said, hearing the door open. He didn't bother to look over. "I've been waiting for hours. I need to go see Ron, because he's probably starving – oh, hi," Harry added sheepishly when he looked over and saw that Ron was entering as well. Well, that saved a trip.

Ron looked really nervous, for some reason. Probably because it was the first time he was in Malfoy's room. Harry had to admit that it took a bit of getting used to. The extravagantness of it all was a bit overwhelming.

Malfoy smirked.

"Oh, I think he'll have enough to eat. Please Weasley, help yourself to what looks good," Malfoy said.

Harry accidentally kicked the pillow off the bed and watched it fall. Eh, he would get it later. He wondered why Malfoy was being so cordial…

"So, what, is Ron staying in here tonight or something?" Harry asked, sitting up on his elbows slightly.

Ron fidgeted.

Malfoy smirked.

Harry looked between the two, confused. Was something going on?

"Weasley will be spending a short time with us today," Malfoy said in his aristocratic voice. Then he snickered slightly. "Or perhaps a long time, it depends. I thought you may enjoy his…company for the evening."

Ron closed his eyes and covered his face.

"What?" Harry said, still puzzled. Of course he would enjoy Ron's company…

"Weasley, upon my request, will be substituting for me today. Just to…shake things up a bit, I suppose," Malfoy laughed lightly.

Harry's green eyes widened slightly. He stared at Malfoy incredulously for a moment, then looked away quickly, staring at the floor. He could feel his face heating up...

Of course he would. It was Malfoy, so why wouldn't he? It looked as though Ron was being forced to take over Draco's role of instigator today, and by the look on Ron's face, he wasn't happy about it. Harry panicked as he wondered how much Draco had told him. Was Ron angry? Embarrassed?

"Well Weasley, go on. He doesn't bite," Malfoy said, smirking. "That's usually me."

"Shut up!" Ron spat. Apparently he was indeed angry.

Sighing, Ron moved over to the side of the bed that Harry was laying on. He stood there awkwardly, looking as though he really didn't want to continue. Harry didn't blame him. Being forced to have sex with your best friend was something he shouldn't have to go through.

"Do you…do you know what's going on?" Ron asked Harry quietly. His eyes briefly flitted back to the blonde, who was still smirking triumphantly.

"Yeah," Harry said, looking at the wall to avoid Ron's eyes.

"Is it okay?" Ron muttered. "I'll be…you know…" he sighed and covered his eyes with a hand yet again. The redhead looked deeply ashamed at what he was about to do.

"Yeah," Harry said again. He looked up finally, big emerald eyes looking up into ice-blue ones. "It's okay."

He felt like he should make it as painless as possible. It was less 'okay' than it would have been under different circumstances, but he doubted that Ron would do this if Malfoy didn't have sufficient leverage against him for something. Harry couldn't help but feel flattered though at Ron's…politeness, he guessed. Usually Malfoy just took what he wanted, ignoring any and all complaints.

Ron nodded, looking resolved, and got onto the bed. Harry saw Malfoy sit in one of the lounge chairs across the room, settling in for the show. He waved and smirked, and Harry knew he was just taunting him.

Ron put one leg over him so that he was sitting on top of his thighs, straddling him. This made Harry feel a bit warmer than usual…

He reached for the button on Harry's trousers.

"Uh-uh Weasley," Malfoy said from across the room. The blonde shook his finger. "The whole kit."

Harry's blush furthered. Lovely.

He felt himself be yanked up quickly, Ron's arms reaching around him and pulling the shirt up over his head rather violently. Harry was afraid that Ron was mad at him, until Ron turned and hurled the shirt across the room at Malfoy. It flew through the air at top-speed (for fabric), landing in Malfoy's lap.

Harry laughed, realizing Ron's anger wasn't directed at him after all. Plus, the act itself was hilarious. Ron looked down, a smirk of his own playing at his lips, as he made eye contact with Harry again.

"Yours too, Weasl – " but Malfoy was cut off as another balled-up shirt hit him square in the chest, this one blue with a tiny gold embroidered 'R' on the shoulder.

Harry was laughing harder now, and he lay his head back as he chuckled appreciatively. He stared up at Ron, who looked back at him again. Even in a situation like this, Ron could still make him laugh.

Ron sat atop him now, looking a bit more comfortable. Harry couldn't help but notice, try as he did to ignore it, that Ron's torso was extremely well toned. He supposed it was his own damn fault, running Ron through such vigorous training last year. His arms and shoulders held rippling muscles, not too big, not too small. Just the perfect size and strength to accent the rest of his long body. His chest was tight and his stomach tighter, and by the feel of his arse on Harry's thighs, well…

Harry panicked, feeling stiffening below. Oh god…

It was alright, Ron hadn't seemed to notice, so as long as he didn't…move.

Ron shifted forward slightly, probably readjusting to get comfortable, and Harry tensed, his thoughts panicking further. Ron looked down, looking puzzled. Shit, he had felt it, he had felt Harry's erection, and now he had no excuse. Just the sight of seeing Ron on top of him had him all hot and bothered.

He felt mortified as Ron looked down, studying him with a look of realization.

Harry looked up, expecting to be punched or for Ron to get up and walk away.

But then, after a long pause that was too suspenseful for Harry to bear, Ron leaned down and kissed him. Harry made a small noise in the back of his throat, completely surprised. Ron pulled back slightly, a small smack sounding as their lips parted again. Harry saw Ron drop his head, and could have sworn he saw the tips of Ron's ears turn slightly pink. Ron's face was hot against his skin. He was blushing too.

"Just…just tell me to stop if you want me to stop, okay?" Ron said, looking up.

Harry didn't answer, still slightly embarrassed and dazed. His lips still burned where Ron's had touched them. But, it was Ron who had kissed him first, which was clearly not in the current job's description. Perhaps he wasn't as against this as Harry thought he was. With a hand that for once wasn't tied or being held down by the person on top of him, Harry reached up and threaded his fingers through Ron's coppery hair to pull him closer.

When their lips met again, Harry made another noise in the back of his throat. He couldn't stand it, and pushed his tongue into the other boy's mouth hungrily. Ron tasted like the sweets that he so often consumed, sugary and perfect. He felt Ron's tongue battle with his own, and pulled him closer in his excitement. He was too good…

Soon they were tonguing each other's mouths viciously and Harry felt Ron grab at his own wild black hair. He felt unbelievably aroused at this simple act, and spread his legs to tuck them at Ron's sides.

He felt Ron's hips collide with his own and gasped around the other boy's tongue. He was hard too, and the redhead's jean-clad erection was pushing repeatedly against his own for friction. Harry melted as Ron moved against him, feeling his aching cock wish for more. He moaned into Ron's mouth, to which Ron seemed to get even more excited, and clutched at the red locks between his fingers. It felt so good to be wanted like this, especially by him.

Harry felt Ron fumble at the buttons to his jeans, and silently thanked whatever deity had given him this prize today. Ron paused, however, and Harry panicked when he broke the kiss. Was he changing his mind? Both boys were breathing heavily now and flushed, but Ron grinned slightly.

"Are these mine?" Ron said, tugging at the waist of the jeans.

Harry was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled sheepishly.

"Er, yeah," he said, scratching the back of his head.

Ron laughed before kissing Harry again, and Harry recalled fondly how he had come to wear these particular jeans in the first place. Sometimes in the wilderness he and Ron would share clothes, both being equally unorganized and leaving them strewn about. They were roughly the same size, except for him being shorter than Ron was. But Harry liked the feeling of wearing Ron's clothes sometimes anyways. It always gave him comfort, even if the jeans were sometimes a bit too long in the legs, or if the sleeves had to be pushed up ever-so-slightly. The clothes always held the tiniest hint of Ron's scent.

Harry continued to battle with Ron's tongue while Ron reached for his jeans again. He felt the three buttons come loose quickly and shivered in anticipation. Harry sucked around Ron's tongue, making him groan slightly. He would have smirked if he wasn't so excited. He actually made Ron want this as well, and by the sound of it, almost as badly as himself. He felt his jeans and boxers pushed down and pulled off completely by strong hands, leaving him entirely naked. But for the first time, Harry didn't care, because he felt Ron removing his own jeans hastily as well. Harry nipped at Ron's bottom lip and sucked it, making the other boy groan as a second pair of trousers hit the floor. The furious snogging was halted when Ron moved away from Harry's mouth.

Harry felt him kiss along his jaw line, nipping at every once in a while. He moved down to Harry's neck and sucked beneath his ear, making him shiver again. Harry was panting beneath him, mouth open and wanting. He felt Ron trail down his body, licking and nipping affectionately in places, and finally coming to rest on his nipple. He felt the redhead suck on it lightly, driving him wild. Harry tightened his grip on his hair and whimpered. As Ron circled his tongue around it, Harry felt him reach down between them and grab his erection. He whimpered again and arched his back slightly. Ron's hand slowly stroked Harry up and down, and the other grabbed his hip. Then, Ron's tongue ceased its ministrations on his chest and Harry saw him move down further. He looked down, knowing what was coming, yet wondering if he could handle actually seeing it.

Watching Ron open his mouth and take in his length was about the hottest damn thing he had ever seen.

Harry gave a breathy sigh as Ron moved his tongue along the underside of his cock. He felt Ron bring up one hand above him to rest on Harry's lower stomach. He gasped and moaned, unable to control the noises he made. Ron's warm mouth felt amazing, and as Harry looked down at the erotic sight, he saw that pink tongue tease the tip of his penis, further making him express his pleasure.

He felt Ron shift and looked down farther. Ron was stroking his own cock now while his tongue still worked at Harry's. He groaned, unable to look away. The fact that Ron was so excited that he had to touch himself, just from this, from pleasuring Harry, did dangerous things…

Ron looked up at him now, mouth still around Harry's cock, blue eyes meeting green. The eyes looked so innocent, yet the mouth was so devilishly wicked. Then, Harry felt two slick fingers prod at his entrance, and then slowly push in. He whined in slight discomfort, still unused to the feeling. But the dull burning in his arse was overshadowed by Ron's mouth, which almost fully engulfed him now.

Harry sighed with pleasure and threaded a hand through the red hair again. He was trying desperately hard to not shove Ron's head down onto his cock and fuck that warm, talented mouth, and even let out a whimper from the effort. Ron slowly moved his fingers in and out of Harry, and with his other hand, grasped Harry's hip and urged it up. He couldn't believe how much more this turned him on, since Ron was basically giving him the control. He began to thrust into Ron's mouth lightly, moaning and still holding the back of his head by his red locks. Ron's fingers still pushed in and out of him, making him moan even more. It all felt so dirty…

"Ohhh," Harry whined, turning his head to the side and giving a particularly hard thrust when he felt Ron's fingers graze that spot inside him.

He felt him touch that spot again and gave a small "ah!", still pushing lightly into Ron's mouth. He felt the spot prodded a third time and felt Ron sneak in a third slick finger to stretch him further, but Harry couldn't have given less of a fuck. That mouth was too good...

After a while, Ron removed his mouth and fingers gently and wandered back up Harry's body. He whined, not wanting to stop what they were doing. He clung to Ron's body, not knowing what to do with himself and wishing he would hurry up. Harry began sucking and nipping desperately at his neck, unable to occupy himself any other way.

"Come on," Harry whispered against his skin. He couldn't stand it.

"Are you," Ron said in a strangled voice. "Are you alright? Not hurt or anything?"

"No," Harry breathed, starting to push his hips up so that his cock met with Ron's slickened one. "Please," he nipped Ron's neck rather forcefully to convey the urgency of the situation.

Ron positioned himself between Harry's legs and at his entrance, and Harry watched. He thought it was cute how Ron's hair below was also reddish-blonde.

He felt Ron slowly push into him. Harry grunted slightly and turned his head, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the intrusion. Ron leaned down and kissed him, shoving his tongue into his mouth suddenly. Harry responded eagerly.

When Ron had pushed all the way in, Harry felt a hand run through his hair as they snogged furiously. His muscles became lax as he adjusted to Ron's size. But the aching in his cock and his eagerness for Ron to move made his kissing become more desperate, and he wrapped his legs around Ron's waist in anticipation. He needed more.

Ron pulled back, then pushed back into Harry gently. Harry whimpered slightly into Ron's mouth and Ron moaned over him. It was husky and rough, a tone of voice Harry had never heard him use, yet one that he would never forget.

Ron began at a slow pace, and Harry felt him move one hand to the back of his head, clutching his black locks that went every which-way. His other hand was grabbing Harry's hip and pulling it toward him in time with his increasing thrusts, pushing deeper and making Harry gasp.

It wasn't long before Ron found that spot again, and soon Harry was moaning along with each thrust into him.

"Oh!" Harry said again, writhing beneath him and throwing his head back.

Ron seemed to speed up his pace a bit.

"Harry," Ron breathed against his ear. He felt Ron reach between them and stroke his cock again in time with the powerful thrusts.

"Yes, Ron," Harry moaned breathlessly, urging him on as he struck his prostate again and again. His legs tightened around Ron's waist and he slammed down against each thrust Ron gave. "Oh god yes!"

Ron's breath came out hard and fast as he pounded into Harry's arse. Harry moaned, digging his blunt fingernails into Ron's back. He felt Ron grab his arse and hold it steady in order for him to be fucked more forcefully. Ron was taking all the control now, and Harry liked it…

"Ah!" Harry said, arching his back. His body tensed and his nails dug deeper into Ron's skin. Harry could feel the hand around his cock as he came, as Ron stroked and rode him through his orgasm. Ron's heavy breathing was right in his ear, making the experience that much better with him so close. It was Ron doing this to him, holding him tight and pounding into him, making him come with such force by doing so little. The body above him, the one that made him so weak with desire, tensed as well. Ron moaned into the crook of Harry's neck as he too climaxed, and Harry almost came again right there at the beautiful sound.

Though Harry wished he wouldn't, Ron slowed and finally stopped, breathing into Harry's neck still. He slowly leaned up, taking his hands from Harry's hips and placing them on either side of his shoulders to use the bed for leverage. He hovered above Harry, his red hair hanging slightly in his eyes. His cock was still inside as well.

Ron smiled slightly and looked down, still panting a little. His bright blue eyes pierced into Harry's, as they seemed to pierce into anything he looked at, but they held a certain peacefulness that warmed Harry's heart greatly.

"Alright, mate?" Ron asked sheepishly.

"Yeah," Harry said, a laugh making its way into the word.

Ron pulled out slowly, but Harry still winced because of it. The emptiness afterwards was always uncomfortable. Ron sat up next to him, crossing his legs and brushing his slightly sweaty red hair back from his face. Harry continued to lay there, lazily looking up at him, arms splayed out at his sides on the bed. His body was unashamedly displayed for the world to see. He was so tired, and he hadn't even done anything hardly…

Harry looked downward, towards the rest of Ron's body, this time admiring it freely. He figured he had the right to, considering what they had just done. He wished he could say he was ashamed that his own cum was splattered across Ron's stomach, but he rather liked it there. It was his mark, and he wanted it right on Ron's skin. No one else.

But then, as his eyes wandered, he saw yet another mark. This one wasn't made by him, however, for he would never…

Harry lightly grazed his fingers across the bruise on Ron's hip. He had never seen it until now, for he had never seen his 'best friend' without his clothes on since their capture. Well, before now, anyway.

"Greyback?" Harry said, looking up at him. He felt the easy-going attitude slowly vanish.

"Oh, yeah," Ron said, looking away.

Harry sighed, feeling sad. He placed his hand over the bruise, mimicking the perfect handprint it made, which then replaced his depression with a fierce disgust. He mumbled again about his promise to hang Greyback's pelt over his fireplace. One day…

Ron snorted, obviously having heard him. They gave each other a look, which was usually followed by laughter.

"Well Weasley, that was quite a show."

Both boys jumped, looking over at the chair that held a sprawled out Draco Malfoy, who was smirking. As usual.

"Blimey, forgot arse-face was here," Ron said, looking down at Harry in surprise.

Harry snorted this time. "Me too," he added, grinning up at him.

"Ha ha," Malfoy said in an un-amused tone, getting up from his place in the black lounge chair. He shook his finger at them in a mock-parenting style. "Well, it's time for you two kidlets to get to your room. I promised Harry you could both sleep together. You can also bunk together in the same room tonight as well," Malfoy said, grinning evilly. He laughed as Harry blushed and Ron looked up at Malfoy, scowling.

"C'mon Harry," Ron said, standing up to go find his clothes. Harry watched those blue eyes wander over his body for a moment, doing some admiring of their own.

Harry made a whining noise and flopped around on the bed half-heartedly. He was always forced to run around after someone had their way with him. Couldn't he just rest for a moment after being severely fucked into the mattress? Good lord, he felt like some hooker being passed around…

Ron chuckled at his small tantrum.

"I'm tired," Harry said, turning his head away from everyone. "I never get a break after I've been taken advantage of, do I?"

"Oi, didn't look like you were particularly hating it," Ron argued.

Harry laughed, smiling sheepishly.

Ron threw his shirt at him, which had been on the floor next to the chair Malfoy had been sitting in. It landed gently on top of Harry's head. He made no move to put it on, or even remove it from covering his face. He would draw this out as much as possible, too stubborn to be all perky so soon. Stupid Malfoy. Finally, after a lengthy pause, Harry sat up, the shirt falling off and into his bare lap. He reluctantly started pulling it over his head.

As Harry sluggishly got ready to move rooms, Ron muttered something to Malfoy, which Harry didn't catch. He looked angry, though...

Harry wondered if he was regretting the encounter now. His face fell slightly, but he tried to cover it as quickly as he could.

"Okay, 'm ready," Harry said.

"Oh, wait Potter," Malfoy said. He pushed Harry back onto the bed and straddled him, making him look up in surprise. Then he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry's face.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Ron said quickly, moving over to them.

"Down Weasley," Malfoy said condescendingly. "I'm just doing the concealment charms again. Apparently they wear off after a while."

"Yeah, that's why Hermione never bothered with them," Ron said. Malfoy muttered the curse, still pointing his wand at the right eye, then the left. "She didn't want to have to re-do them every few days since we were out in the forest all the-"

Harry cleared his throat loudly. He felt it unwise to reveal their previous locations. If they escaped, they would surely be found again if Malfoy was consulted on their whereabouts. Malfoy simply drew his eyebrows together at the hasty interjection, however, and then got up off of Harry.

Harry sat up, running his hands through his hair. He realized it also must be a different color now. It was strange, not knowing what you looked like. Upon seeing him, Ron rolled his eyes.

"You just had to, didn't you?" Ron said, smirking at Malfoy.

"No you idiot," Draco retorted. "I can't seem to control the color. Maybe I'm not doing it right, I only learned it a couple weeks ago…"

"And you've been doing it near my face?" Harry said incredulously from the bed. "What if you set me on fire or something you bloody moron?"

"I've got it," Malfoy said, waving a hand to shut Harry up.

Harry glowered. No wonder the idiot hadn't known they were temporary.

"Put your fucking skin over my fireplace too," Harry grumbled, too quietly for the blonde to hear. Ron snorted again in amusement.