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Wanted to try a different pairing...and of course, some H/D. How can any fic be complete without them? ;)
A Raunchy Rendezvous
"Fucking mudblood!"
There was a moment of silence, and then --
Crash!
Hermione and Lucius had landed unceremoniously on the king-sized bed, knocking over an expensive vase that was resting on the night table in the process. Their lips were fused together, and in the haste of Lucius yanking Hermione's clothes off, and Hermione clawing at his back in a futile attempt to tear off his clothes, and the moans that were being elicited at the long-awaited contact of their lust-starved bodies, neither remembered to lock or atleast Silencio the door.
Thus, it is sensible for two young men lounging in the parlour to sit up and take notice of the abrupt racket issuing from behind the closed door.
"Potter, Granger better not be killing my father."
Harry snorted. "I think it would most likely be the other way around, wouldn't it?"
"Hmm, I suppose." Draco paused. "Well, let's go and see what's going on."
"But Hermione'll have a fit if we disturb her meeting..."
But Draco had already grabbed Harry's hand and was dragging him along behind him. They stopped in front of the cream-coloured door and leaned close, pressing their ears against the hard surface. What they heard was definitely not what they had been expecting:
"You like that?" came a gruff, male voice.
"Ohh, yeah... Yes! Oh, yes, just like that..." moaned Hermione.
"If you want more, you're going to have to beg, Mudblood."
"Say it again, Lucius," whimpered Hermione, her voice thick with desire.
"Mudblood."
Hermione groaned, whispering, "That makes me so horny, Lucius. It makes me so hot when you call me that."
Harry gasped and immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. Draco, although in a similar state of shock, quickly took hold of Harry's arm and steered him back into the sitting room.
"What the fuck was that, Potter?" he hissed.
Harry's eyes were wide as he whispered, "I...I think they're..."
"Of course that's what they're doing! But, my question is, why?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?!"
"Well, you're her best friend, aren't you?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So," he repeated, as though the reason was obvious, "you should know why your best friend decided to schedule a private meeting with my father at this ungodly hour...concerning his attitude, of all things."
"Okay, first of all, it's three in the afternoon..."
"And my father probably has other, more significant, business to attend to."
"And second," Harry continued, as if Draco hadn't spoken at all, "she needed to let him know that his degrading demeanour towards her and the rest of the Weasleys is uncalled for. If we are to be married in two months, then the least Lucius could do is be more accepting of my friends. Besides, we all know that once you get past his arrogant maliciousness, he's actually just a sweet, funny--"
"Alright, alright, I get it. But I still don't understand why she's in there fucking him."
"He could be fucking her."
"Potter!" Draco groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "You're impossible."
Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Draco. "But you love me anyway."
"No, I don't."
"Well, I love you." Harry pulled him close and began planting small kisses on Draco's smooth, porcelain neck.
"Mmm, I love you too," replied Draco, melting in his lover's arms. His eyes flew open when he realized what he had said, but it was too late; Harry was already smiling into the curve of his neck and biting softly.
"Potter," said Draco, pushing Harry away. "Not now."
"But Draco..." whined Harry, pouting.
Draco couldn't resist Harry's adorable expression and leaned in for a quick kiss, but Harry took advantage and seized his boyfriend by his upper arms, pulling him flush against his body. He captured Draco's soft lips with his own and ravaged them, plundering his mouth zealously with his tongue. When both boys were considerably out of breath, Harry pulled back, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Potter...that was...absolutely wanton," panted Draco, trying to glare but failing miserably.
"Sorry," replied Harry, smirking impishly.
The tip of Draco's pink tongue peeped out as he trailed it gently over his swollen lips, as though checking for damage. "You better be."
Upon the scant appearance of Draco's undoubtedly talented tongue, it took almost all of Harry's self-control to restrain himself from pushing Draco down onto a couch and climbing on top of him.
Draco took Harry's silence as concession and said, "Look, we can continue later, but as of right now, we need to bring the activities that are taking place in my parents' bedroom to an end."
But by now, images of Draco in his parents' bedroom were floating through Harry's head, so it was getting harder for him to think straight. "Hmm? Why?"
"Because it's wrong for them to be doing this!"
"Yeah."
Draco naked in his parents' bedroom...
"What is Father thinking? He shouldn't be engaging in such activities, especially not with mudbloods!"
"You're right."
Draco naked and tied up in his parents' bedroom...
"Besides, Mum could be home any second now!"
"Oh."
Draco naked and tied up and covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce...
Wait.
Harry snapped back into focus. "Oh! Merlin, I'd completely forgotten about her!" He and Narcissa had grown quite close, especially with the planning of the upcoming marriage, and although she doted on him as much as she did on Draco, Harry knew not to get on her bad side. He had both seen and heard arguments between Lucius and Narcissa, and the winner was almost always Narcissa. "How are we supposed to get them out of there?"
Draco bit his lip. "I'm not sure. It would put all of us in a rather embarrassing situation if you and I were to just barge in there right now."
"Maybe we should just wait for them to finish up."
"Merlin knows how long that could take...but I don't see any other way, so I suppose we should," said Draco, sighing.
The two sat down, and after a few minutes of staring at the antiquated carpeting and trying to ignore the moans of pleasure that Lucius was now expressing quite audibly, Harry glanced over at Draco, a deceitful look crossing his face.
"I think they're close to being finished."
"What?" Draco blinked several times and turned to Harry.
"Come on, let's go see." He tugged a silent Draco to his feet and pulled him out of the sitting room, stopping in front of the closed bedroom door.
Draco blinked several more times, apparently in slight shock after hearing his father elicit such sounds of delight. "Potter, they're not done."
"I know." Harry smiled lopsidedly, leaning close to the door so he could hear better.
Perhaps it was because of the daze he was in, but Draco didn't understand why Harry suddenly wasn't appalled anymore at the thought of Lucius and Hermione together, so he followed suit, inclining his head towards the door also.
"Merlin, Hermione! Do that again!" shouted Lucius.
Hermione giggled and asked innocently, "Do what? This?"
There was a short pause, then a low growl and a shriek, then more giggling.
To Draco's great dismay, and Harry's utter delight, he found himself getting turned on.
"Oh, fuck."
"Fuck, indeed!"
Then, for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy found himself getting fucked at the exact same moment his father was. They had been moaning and whimpering simultaneously, and even came at almost the same time. The only difference was, Lucius had been on a luxurious bed, and Draco had been on the floor outside of the bedroom.
After shagging, Harry and Draco had gone back to the parlour and taken seats side-by-side on a lavish couch. Draco, who had evidently snapped out of his stupor the moment they were done fucking, was currently glaring at Harry.
"You did that on purpose, Potter," he said accusingly.
Harry asked coyly, "Did what?"
"You know what! You deliberately took me over there because you knew I'd get turned on, and you knew I was already traumatized because of what was going on, and you took advantage of that, just so you could fuck me!"
"Hee hee."
"Potter!"
Harry quickly turned his snickers into coughs. "I'm sorry, Draco-buns. I won't do it again, I promise."
Draco huffed and turned away, grumbling, but Harry knew he was forgiven; it was obvious Draco had enjoyed it immensely.
Suddenly, two things happened concurrently: the door to the master bedroom flew open and Hermione and Lucius stepped out -- and Narcissa Malfoy strode through the front door.
There was a brief pause as everyone looked round the room at each other, taking in the unexpected situation. Narcissa's quizzical eyes flickered from one person's face to another. A fleeting look of panic, not lost on Narcissa, crossed Hermione's face before it returned to its usual determined expression; Lucius tried desperately to look nonchalant; Draco instinctively inched closer to Harry and took his hand.
Finally, Hermione broke the silence, straightening her clothes with a businesslike rustle and marching prominently to the parlour to retrieve her cloak. With a curt nod at Harry and Draco, she turned and swept past Narcissa.
"See you later, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Goodbye, dear."
The front door slammed shut, and only the Malfoys and Harry remained.
"Um...how did your shopping go, honey?"
"Fine, thank you," replied Narcissa, her voice quiet and dangerous.
Lucius grimaced, his face going pale. Obviously, nothing slipped past her.
Figuring Lucius would be in enough trouble with his wife as it was, and it wouldn't be very nice to further embarrass him by informing him that they had heard the whole ordeal in close detail, the younger couple decided to keep quiet.
"Mum, Harry and I are going upstairs, so we'll be in my room if you need us, okay?"
With that, Harry and Draco quickly edged out of the sitting room, leaving Lucius to deal with a silently fuming Narcissa alone.
End
A Raunchy Rendezvous
"Fucking mudblood!"
There was a moment of silence, and then --
Crash!
Hermione and Lucius had landed unceremoniously on the king-sized bed, knocking over an expensive vase that was resting on the night table in the process. Their lips were fused together, and in the haste of Lucius yanking Hermione's clothes off, and Hermione clawing at his back in a futile attempt to tear off his clothes, and the moans that were being elicited at the long-awaited contact of their lust-starved bodies, neither remembered to lock or atleast Silencio the door.
Thus, it is sensible for two young men lounging in the parlour to sit up and take notice of the abrupt racket issuing from behind the closed door.
"Potter, Granger better not be killing my father."
Harry snorted. "I think it would most likely be the other way around, wouldn't it?"
"Hmm, I suppose." Draco paused. "Well, let's go and see what's going on."
"But Hermione'll have a fit if we disturb her meeting..."
But Draco had already grabbed Harry's hand and was dragging him along behind him. They stopped in front of the cream-coloured door and leaned close, pressing their ears against the hard surface. What they heard was definitely not what they had been expecting:
"You like that?" came a gruff, male voice.
"Ohh, yeah... Yes! Oh, yes, just like that..." moaned Hermione.
"If you want more, you're going to have to beg, Mudblood."
"Say it again, Lucius," whimpered Hermione, her voice thick with desire.
"Mudblood."
Hermione groaned, whispering, "That makes me so horny, Lucius. It makes me so hot when you call me that."
Harry gasped and immediately clamped a hand over his mouth. Draco, although in a similar state of shock, quickly took hold of Harry's arm and steered him back into the sitting room.
"What the fuck was that, Potter?" he hissed.
Harry's eyes were wide as he whispered, "I...I think they're..."
"Of course that's what they're doing! But, my question is, why?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?!"
"Well, you're her best friend, aren't you?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So," he repeated, as though the reason was obvious, "you should know why your best friend decided to schedule a private meeting with my father at this ungodly hour...concerning his attitude, of all things."
"Okay, first of all, it's three in the afternoon..."
"And my father probably has other, more significant, business to attend to."
"And second," Harry continued, as if Draco hadn't spoken at all, "she needed to let him know that his degrading demeanour towards her and the rest of the Weasleys is uncalled for. If we are to be married in two months, then the least Lucius could do is be more accepting of my friends. Besides, we all know that once you get past his arrogant maliciousness, he's actually just a sweet, funny--"
"Alright, alright, I get it. But I still don't understand why she's in there fucking him."
"He could be fucking her."
"Potter!" Draco groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "You're impossible."
Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Draco. "But you love me anyway."
"No, I don't."
"Well, I love you." Harry pulled him close and began planting small kisses on Draco's smooth, porcelain neck.
"Mmm, I love you too," replied Draco, melting in his lover's arms. His eyes flew open when he realized what he had said, but it was too late; Harry was already smiling into the curve of his neck and biting softly.
"Potter," said Draco, pushing Harry away. "Not now."
"But Draco..." whined Harry, pouting.
Draco couldn't resist Harry's adorable expression and leaned in for a quick kiss, but Harry took advantage and seized his boyfriend by his upper arms, pulling him flush against his body. He captured Draco's soft lips with his own and ravaged them, plundering his mouth zealously with his tongue. When both boys were considerably out of breath, Harry pulled back, his eyes gleaming mischievously.
"Potter...that was...absolutely wanton," panted Draco, trying to glare but failing miserably.
"Sorry," replied Harry, smirking impishly.
The tip of Draco's pink tongue peeped out as he trailed it gently over his swollen lips, as though checking for damage. "You better be."
Upon the scant appearance of Draco's undoubtedly talented tongue, it took almost all of Harry's self-control to restrain himself from pushing Draco down onto a couch and climbing on top of him.
Draco took Harry's silence as concession and said, "Look, we can continue later, but as of right now, we need to bring the activities that are taking place in my parents' bedroom to an end."
But by now, images of Draco in his parents' bedroom were floating through Harry's head, so it was getting harder for him to think straight. "Hmm? Why?"
"Because it's wrong for them to be doing this!"
"Yeah."
Draco naked in his parents' bedroom...
"What is Father thinking? He shouldn't be engaging in such activities, especially not with mudbloods!"
"You're right."
Draco naked and tied up in his parents' bedroom...
"Besides, Mum could be home any second now!"
"Oh."
Draco naked and tied up and covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce...
Wait.
Harry snapped back into focus. "Oh! Merlin, I'd completely forgotten about her!" He and Narcissa had grown quite close, especially with the planning of the upcoming marriage, and although she doted on him as much as she did on Draco, Harry knew not to get on her bad side. He had both seen and heard arguments between Lucius and Narcissa, and the winner was almost always Narcissa. "How are we supposed to get them out of there?"
Draco bit his lip. "I'm not sure. It would put all of us in a rather embarrassing situation if you and I were to just barge in there right now."
"Maybe we should just wait for them to finish up."
"Merlin knows how long that could take...but I don't see any other way, so I suppose we should," said Draco, sighing.
The two sat down, and after a few minutes of staring at the antiquated carpeting and trying to ignore the moans of pleasure that Lucius was now expressing quite audibly, Harry glanced over at Draco, a deceitful look crossing his face.
"I think they're close to being finished."
"What?" Draco blinked several times and turned to Harry.
"Come on, let's go see." He tugged a silent Draco to his feet and pulled him out of the sitting room, stopping in front of the closed bedroom door.
Draco blinked several more times, apparently in slight shock after hearing his father elicit such sounds of delight. "Potter, they're not done."
"I know." Harry smiled lopsidedly, leaning close to the door so he could hear better.
Perhaps it was because of the daze he was in, but Draco didn't understand why Harry suddenly wasn't appalled anymore at the thought of Lucius and Hermione together, so he followed suit, inclining his head towards the door also.
"Merlin, Hermione! Do that again!" shouted Lucius.
Hermione giggled and asked innocently, "Do what? This?"
There was a short pause, then a low growl and a shriek, then more giggling.
To Draco's great dismay, and Harry's utter delight, he found himself getting turned on.
"Oh, fuck."
"Fuck, indeed!"
Then, for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy found himself getting fucked at the exact same moment his father was. They had been moaning and whimpering simultaneously, and even came at almost the same time. The only difference was, Lucius had been on a luxurious bed, and Draco had been on the floor outside of the bedroom.
After shagging, Harry and Draco had gone back to the parlour and taken seats side-by-side on a lavish couch. Draco, who had evidently snapped out of his stupor the moment they were done fucking, was currently glaring at Harry.
"You did that on purpose, Potter," he said accusingly.
Harry asked coyly, "Did what?"
"You know what! You deliberately took me over there because you knew I'd get turned on, and you knew I was already traumatized because of what was going on, and you took advantage of that, just so you could fuck me!"
"Hee hee."
"Potter!"
Harry quickly turned his snickers into coughs. "I'm sorry, Draco-buns. I won't do it again, I promise."
Draco huffed and turned away, grumbling, but Harry knew he was forgiven; it was obvious Draco had enjoyed it immensely.
Suddenly, two things happened concurrently: the door to the master bedroom flew open and Hermione and Lucius stepped out -- and Narcissa Malfoy strode through the front door.
There was a brief pause as everyone looked round the room at each other, taking in the unexpected situation. Narcissa's quizzical eyes flickered from one person's face to another. A fleeting look of panic, not lost on Narcissa, crossed Hermione's face before it returned to its usual determined expression; Lucius tried desperately to look nonchalant; Draco instinctively inched closer to Harry and took his hand.
Finally, Hermione broke the silence, straightening her clothes with a businesslike rustle and marching prominently to the parlour to retrieve her cloak. With a curt nod at Harry and Draco, she turned and swept past Narcissa.
"See you later, Mrs. Malfoy."
"Goodbye, dear."
The front door slammed shut, and only the Malfoys and Harry remained.
"Um...how did your shopping go, honey?"
"Fine, thank you," replied Narcissa, her voice quiet and dangerous.
Lucius grimaced, his face going pale. Obviously, nothing slipped past her.
Figuring Lucius would be in enough trouble with his wife as it was, and it wouldn't be very nice to further embarrass him by informing him that they had heard the whole ordeal in close detail, the younger couple decided to keep quiet.
"Mum, Harry and I are going upstairs, so we'll be in my room if you need us, okay?"
With that, Harry and Draco quickly edged out of the sitting room, leaving Lucius to deal with a silently fuming Narcissa alone.
End