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Title: Guilty Secrets
Author: Shadowclub
Chapter: 1/1
A/N: This is my first fic so please be kind! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!
“We all have guilty secrets,” started Professor Sequence the teacher for the new class Psychology, which was now being offered because many students were suffering mental illnesses thanks to Voldemort and his cronies.
“So no one here should feel bad about having secrets.” Draco smirked, yes they all had secrets.
“Now class I want you to write in your journal about your guilty secret. Remember no one will ever read it, including me. I will just be putting a grammar and truth spell on it to make sure you have done it. Journals are due at the end of class,” finished Professor Sequence.
Hermione sighed staring at the blank page knowing she could never write or tell her most guilty secret. She snuck a glance at Harry and Malfoy who appeared to be thinking the same thing. Harry gave her a knowing glance before winking in Draco’s direction. Knowing that she began to think back to that day almost a month ago…
~*~
12:37 AM the clock read. Hermione glanced over at the door contemplating whether or not a glass of hot cocoa would help her sleep or just make her hyper. She had a huge Arithmancy exam tomorrow and needed her beauty sleep.
Yes. As amazing as it may seem Hermione had grown into her body (finally!). Her hair was still curly, but looked good that way, her face olive toned with warm chocolate eyes and a nice straight nose. She was petite and had curves that most girls would kill for and yet no guy would even approach her for more than homework help.
She threw off her covers, put on her soft fluffy (and pink!) bathrobe and moved to go out the common room that she had to share with the Head Boy Ferret Face.
As she was scurrying out of the room she heard what seemed to be a moan coming from the Head Boy’s room.
Who could it be?
It could be the Head Boy wanking, in that case she did not want to investigate, but what if she caught the Head Boy with someone else and got him stripped of his title. Hermione decided that it was worth the risk and slowly tiptoed to his room.
The door was partially open revealing a shirtless Head Boy, his lithe form and white-blonde hair glistening in the firelight as he kissed what appeared to be another- GUY! Oh this was rich The Prince of Slytherin was kissing another guy. Normally she would leave well enough alone, but this year Malfoy only seemed to be getting worse constantly tormenting her and her fellow Gryffindors day in and day out. Hermione leaned forward to get a better look. Now it she could only find out who the other guy was.
He was good looking; she’d give him that. He had raven hair and tan skin. Draco let out an animalistic growl suddenly flipped the mystery man over to reveal a lightning shaped scar.
“Harry!” she gasped shocked and quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late they had seen her. She attempted to get up and run, but her feet got caught under her robe and she ended up falling through the door at the feet of Draco and Harry. What was going on? Why was Harry kissing Draco? Was Harry gay or was he under some love potion?
“Finally figured out where you belong?” Draco drawled out his usually pale skin tinged with pink. Harry glared at him and offered her a hand up.
They all stood there awkwardly for minute.
“Well…I’ll just be on my way then,” Hermione said slowly backing toward the door.
Harry slowly walked toward her; she took a step back nervously.
“Erm…maybe we can work something out,” she said her voice losing its previous confidence as Harry closed in on her.
“Yes,” said Harry with a feral smile as he bent down to kiss her, his tongue sweeping over her bottom lip coating it with wet, hot saliva. Hermione gasped at the sudden contact allowing Harry to take slip his tongue in-between her teeth.
Hermione began to feel light-headed. Harry began to softly stroke her arm, his calloused fingertips leaving a trail of burning skin. Then she remembered exactly why she was in this situation. The Head Girls eyes flew open and she tried to push away only to find a solid block of warm male behind her
“Malfoy, let me go,” she struggled as he grabbed her arms “Harry tell him to let me go.”
Harry stood there less than a foot away from her his arms crossed over his chest; his kiss-swollen lips uttered the one word that changed her life forever,
“No.”
Hermione struggled to come to terms with this. What did he mean no? He had to be under some spell she knew it for sure now.
“What do you mean no,” she asked still struggling to get out of Draco’s grasp.
“I mean that if we let you out of here, you’ll run to Dumbledore and ruin everything,” Harry said his eyes meeting hers in a bold stare. She couldn’t believe it! Harry had turned to the dark side.
How could she not have seen it before?
Had they put too much pressure on him?
Or worse was he always part of the Dark side?
Sure she had noticed that he frequently made up transparent lies to be alone, but she had just thought he needed space. The tears built up behind her eyes, she was going to die at the hand of her best friend. She sighed thinking of all the books she had yet to read.
“Just please do it quickly, she said squeezing her eyes shut.
“Do what quickly?” Harry asked his face taking on a bewildered look. Comprehension dawned upon him.
“Hermione, we’re not going to kill you and I have not and never will join Voldemort,” Harry said gently reading her mind. Hermione relax a little.
“But…” Damn it all to the sheep that live in Serbia there was always a but.
“We are going to have to make sure you don’t tell anyone…somehow,” Harry continued. Hermione tried swallowing what felt like a hard rock in her throat.
“Harry, I swear on my life.”
“Yes, but can you swear on your mom’s,” Draco intoned.
“Of course!” Hermione exclaimed mentally crossing her fingers. All she had to do was run and tell Dumbledore and get Aurors to her parent’s house then send out a team to arrest Draco. Hermione was already planning out how to say “you’re welcome” to Harry after she found out and removed whatever curse or potion he was under.
“Potter, she’s fuckin’ lying,” Draco said his ice blue eyes staring at Harry.
“Are you lying to me?” Harry asked in unnervingly similar voice to Malfoy’s. She remained silent for once unable to think of a witty reply or lie to her former best-friend’s face any longer. Harry walked up to her and slowly tipped up her chin until she was staring right into those green eyes.
Stupid green eyes. The ocean would part for Harry if he looked at it hard enough. Soft, long black eyelashes framed his- STOP! What was she doing?? She met his stare boldly. Anger coursed through her veins like never before. With a sudden burst of adrenaline she launched herself at Harry pulling Draco with her. All of them landed in tangle of legs and arms on the floor.
“You bloody bastard, you’ve been playing us all along,” she screamed her one free fist flailing hitting Harry’s chest. Harry reached out and grabbed it, rendering her incapable of movement. She screamed hoping in vain that Professor McGonagall or even Professor Snape would hear her and come down to investigate.
Swiftly a warm mouth forcefully covered her own cutting off her scream. Her eyes flew open expecting to see green ones she saw blue. She struggled and bit his tongue instead of retreating back like she expected him to; he pinched her nipple in retaliation. She yelped and writhed against him unable to do anything but stare into those icy blue eyes.
Draco groaned all that moving about was not helping the situation. He actually found himself actually enjoying the experience his prick already feeling a bit too big for his pajama pants. Not necessarily mudblood, but the whole situation. Damn Gryffindors always setting off his kinky Slytherin side.
He felt a rustle of cloth. Harry was leaning over him, his hot breath tickling his ear.
“Move her to the bed, I’ll deal with her” he whispered. Harry bent over and kissed his neck trailing slick little kisses down his back never letting go of Hermione’s arm before getting up and moving toward the bed. Draco cursed silently as her quickly replaced his mouth with his arm muffling her scream and carried her to the bed.
“Fuck,” Draco muttered as one of Hermione’s thrashing legs whacked him in the stomach causing him to stumble onto the bed. Harry was prepared by this time and quickly muttered the charm to handcuff her to the bedpost instead of Draco.
“Recommandio,” Harry muttered his wand pointed at Draco divulging his attire and then he did the same to Hermione.
“Silencio,” was then muttered at Hermione.
Hermione was mad. Scratch that she was furious. So furious she saw red. Before she could do anything she felt a cool breeze hit her nipples causing them to instantly harden. No…nononononono! They couldn’t do this! She tried to pull up her knees to hide what she could.
“I don’t think so, love,” Harry muttered close to her ear sending shivers down her spine as he slowly pushed her knees down and forced them apart by pushing them on either side of his shoulders kneeling in front of her vagina. Then slowly he began to kiss her inner thighs and up carefully avoiding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Hermione groaned she couldn’t help it. She wanted it to feel bad, but it didn’t.
Rape was not supposed to feel good! She wasn’t supposed to be feeling that queasy feeling in her stomach that she got whenever she looked at Ron. Not to mention arousal. And then all coherent thought stopped for Hermione as she felt Harry slowly slide a finger into her, slick with her own juices hitting that spot. The last fully articulate thought Hermione thought before succumbing to the pleasure was,” Oh my-!”
Draco felt himself get (if possible) harder as he watched as his lover slowly fuck the mudblood using his finger and tongue. He studied Granger for a minute. She wouldn’t make a bad fuck he thought. Her back arched and her hips bucking meeting Harry’s thrusts, her eyes appeared to be half closed and her pale pink lips partially parted, revealing her silent scream.
Draco instinctively moved closer to Harry, jealous at the fact the Harry wasn’t paying any attention to him. Draco smirked, a very Slytherinish idea popping into his head. He moved quickly to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle out of the draw. He coated his hands in the sticky substance before shoving a finger into Harry. Harry moaned and collapsed on top of Hermione at the sudden invasion.
Hermione cried out at the loss of contact (or at least tried to). Harry moved his head down again, the moonlight silhouetting his angular full face.
“You like this don’t you, you little slut. You act all prim and proper and here you are writhing under your best friend and your worst enemy. You’re a liar,” Draco said softly in her ear.
“You’re close aren’t you, close to the edge…that’s how Harry and I feel anytime we’re together…close to the edge. You want to come don’t you? ” Hermione shook her head in response for once in her life completely speechless.
In the dark recess of her lust laden brain where her coherent thought was taking a much needed vacation she registered the fact that he was goading her into an orgasm, but Hermione was too far gone to even remember her own name. This was living torture. This was hell…the flames licking and burning its way through her body and stopped before completing its path.
She screamed.
“If you want to come you have to take a blood-oath to never speak of this to anyone,” Draco was once again muttering in his low seductive voice again.
Hermione nodded in agreement. The only this that mattered in this world right now was coming. Draco released one of her hands from the bond she immediately brought it to her cup her cunt. Unsure of what to do she just left it there until Harry picked up her hand and guided her until she came. The fire was allowed to finish its course. She lay there afterward her muscles randomly having spasms with the magnitude of the orgasm.
Harry turned around to face Draco who smirked at him before attacking Harry’s pouty lips with his own. Draco savored the flavor of Harry (who tasted like dusk if that was possible) and Hermione combined before kneeling in front of Harry ghosting his breath over his swollen cock.
Harry shuddered and lay down on his back. Draco slowly licked from the base to the tip dripping with pre-cum at the same time fondling the sensitive sacs with his hand. Harry let out a guttural moan and reached out to grasp Draco’s cock. He was granted with a moan, but Draco pulled away from him.
“You know Potter,” Draco drawled. Harry shook his head in amazement that Draco always remained so articulate while having sex while he, the bloody boy-who-lived could barely remember his whole name and say anything other than Draco, No!, Faster, or Harder.
“You’ve been a bad boy…letting Hermione see you come in here. I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you,” Draco said while straddling Harry. Harry’s eyes shot open as Draco leaned forward and kissed him. Hard. Harry grabbed the silky blonde hair that infatuated so many people and tried to maneuver himself on top by pushing Draco over.
Draco growled unwilling to give up the advantage and thrust his hips forward skin on skin, groin on groin.
“Trying to beat me at my own game?” growled Draco pressing Harry’s hands down on the bed.
Harry just moaned in response squirming as Draco pushed his legs apart and stuck one of those long, pale, elegant fingers into him. He allowed Harry to adjust to the new sensation before sticking a second digit into him.
Draco groaned, Harry was so wet and tight, he pushed a little father in reaching the sensitive gland. Harry arched his back in response.
“D…D…Draco, please,” Harry muttered his voice thick and raspy with desire. Draco stared at Harry pleased to see a love bite already forming on his neck, his skin glistening with sweat and his cock dripping with pre-cum.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to beg for my forgiveness,” Draco said before he bent over and began kissing the sensitive skin of his lover’s thighs carefully avoiding his lover’s balls.
“D-Draco, I’ll do anything…fuck….pl..please,” Harry stuttered as Draco replaced his fingers with his tongue licking and nipping at his ring of tight muscles in his arse.
“Anything Potter,” Draco asked his mind already planning a million things to ask for.
“Y-yes.”
Draco smiled satisfied at Harry’s answer before sweeping down and swallowing Harry’s cock and using his fingers to nudge his prostrate. Harry came instantly with a loud moan. He wasn’t a very articulate lover, but Draco loved the moan that came out of those plump swollen lips. Draco came at the same time as Harry screaming Harry’s name.
~*~
“Ok, class please turn in your journal,” said Professor Sequence. Grumbling and grunting students from all houses moved to deposit their journal on her desk. The bell rang signaling the end of class.
“Hermione, you haven’t turned in your journals.”
Hermione who had been trying to sneak out with the mass of student immediately turned red.
“I er…could not write my memory because…” she started
“It’s TOO personal,” finished Professor Sequence her eyes twinkling.
“Yes…” I mean what else could she say, “Sorry Professor, but I am under an illegal blood oath never to talk about my most personal memory.” That would go real well.
“Ok Hermione, I’ll let you go this time, just don’t let it happen again.” Hermione fled.
The End
So what do you think?
Author: Shadowclub
Chapter: 1/1
A/N: This is my first fic so please be kind! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!
“We all have guilty secrets,” started Professor Sequence the teacher for the new class Psychology, which was now being offered because many students were suffering mental illnesses thanks to Voldemort and his cronies.
“So no one here should feel bad about having secrets.” Draco smirked, yes they all had secrets.
“Now class I want you to write in your journal about your guilty secret. Remember no one will ever read it, including me. I will just be putting a grammar and truth spell on it to make sure you have done it. Journals are due at the end of class,” finished Professor Sequence.
Hermione sighed staring at the blank page knowing she could never write or tell her most guilty secret. She snuck a glance at Harry and Malfoy who appeared to be thinking the same thing. Harry gave her a knowing glance before winking in Draco’s direction. Knowing that she began to think back to that day almost a month ago…
~*~
12:37 AM the clock read. Hermione glanced over at the door contemplating whether or not a glass of hot cocoa would help her sleep or just make her hyper. She had a huge Arithmancy exam tomorrow and needed her beauty sleep.
Yes. As amazing as it may seem Hermione had grown into her body (finally!). Her hair was still curly, but looked good that way, her face olive toned with warm chocolate eyes and a nice straight nose. She was petite and had curves that most girls would kill for and yet no guy would even approach her for more than homework help.
She threw off her covers, put on her soft fluffy (and pink!) bathrobe and moved to go out the common room that she had to share with the Head Boy Ferret Face.
As she was scurrying out of the room she heard what seemed to be a moan coming from the Head Boy’s room.
Who could it be?
It could be the Head Boy wanking, in that case she did not want to investigate, but what if she caught the Head Boy with someone else and got him stripped of his title. Hermione decided that it was worth the risk and slowly tiptoed to his room.
The door was partially open revealing a shirtless Head Boy, his lithe form and white-blonde hair glistening in the firelight as he kissed what appeared to be another- GUY! Oh this was rich The Prince of Slytherin was kissing another guy. Normally she would leave well enough alone, but this year Malfoy only seemed to be getting worse constantly tormenting her and her fellow Gryffindors day in and day out. Hermione leaned forward to get a better look. Now it she could only find out who the other guy was.
He was good looking; she’d give him that. He had raven hair and tan skin. Draco let out an animalistic growl suddenly flipped the mystery man over to reveal a lightning shaped scar.
“Harry!” she gasped shocked and quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late they had seen her. She attempted to get up and run, but her feet got caught under her robe and she ended up falling through the door at the feet of Draco and Harry. What was going on? Why was Harry kissing Draco? Was Harry gay or was he under some love potion?
“Finally figured out where you belong?” Draco drawled out his usually pale skin tinged with pink. Harry glared at him and offered her a hand up.
They all stood there awkwardly for minute.
“Well…I’ll just be on my way then,” Hermione said slowly backing toward the door.
Harry slowly walked toward her; she took a step back nervously.
“Erm…maybe we can work something out,” she said her voice losing its previous confidence as Harry closed in on her.
“Yes,” said Harry with a feral smile as he bent down to kiss her, his tongue sweeping over her bottom lip coating it with wet, hot saliva. Hermione gasped at the sudden contact allowing Harry to take slip his tongue in-between her teeth.
Hermione began to feel light-headed. Harry began to softly stroke her arm, his calloused fingertips leaving a trail of burning skin. Then she remembered exactly why she was in this situation. The Head Girls eyes flew open and she tried to push away only to find a solid block of warm male behind her
“Malfoy, let me go,” she struggled as he grabbed her arms “Harry tell him to let me go.”
Harry stood there less than a foot away from her his arms crossed over his chest; his kiss-swollen lips uttered the one word that changed her life forever,
“No.”
Hermione struggled to come to terms with this. What did he mean no? He had to be under some spell she knew it for sure now.
“What do you mean no,” she asked still struggling to get out of Draco’s grasp.
“I mean that if we let you out of here, you’ll run to Dumbledore and ruin everything,” Harry said his eyes meeting hers in a bold stare. She couldn’t believe it! Harry had turned to the dark side.
How could she not have seen it before?
Had they put too much pressure on him?
Or worse was he always part of the Dark side?
Sure she had noticed that he frequently made up transparent lies to be alone, but she had just thought he needed space. The tears built up behind her eyes, she was going to die at the hand of her best friend. She sighed thinking of all the books she had yet to read.
“Just please do it quickly, she said squeezing her eyes shut.
“Do what quickly?” Harry asked his face taking on a bewildered look. Comprehension dawned upon him.
“Hermione, we’re not going to kill you and I have not and never will join Voldemort,” Harry said gently reading her mind. Hermione relax a little.
“But…” Damn it all to the sheep that live in Serbia there was always a but.
“We are going to have to make sure you don’t tell anyone…somehow,” Harry continued. Hermione tried swallowing what felt like a hard rock in her throat.
“Harry, I swear on my life.”
“Yes, but can you swear on your mom’s,” Draco intoned.
“Of course!” Hermione exclaimed mentally crossing her fingers. All she had to do was run and tell Dumbledore and get Aurors to her parent’s house then send out a team to arrest Draco. Hermione was already planning out how to say “you’re welcome” to Harry after she found out and removed whatever curse or potion he was under.
“Potter, she’s fuckin’ lying,” Draco said his ice blue eyes staring at Harry.
“Are you lying to me?” Harry asked in unnervingly similar voice to Malfoy’s. She remained silent for once unable to think of a witty reply or lie to her former best-friend’s face any longer. Harry walked up to her and slowly tipped up her chin until she was staring right into those green eyes.
Stupid green eyes. The ocean would part for Harry if he looked at it hard enough. Soft, long black eyelashes framed his- STOP! What was she doing?? She met his stare boldly. Anger coursed through her veins like never before. With a sudden burst of adrenaline she launched herself at Harry pulling Draco with her. All of them landed in tangle of legs and arms on the floor.
“You bloody bastard, you’ve been playing us all along,” she screamed her one free fist flailing hitting Harry’s chest. Harry reached out and grabbed it, rendering her incapable of movement. She screamed hoping in vain that Professor McGonagall or even Professor Snape would hear her and come down to investigate.
Swiftly a warm mouth forcefully covered her own cutting off her scream. Her eyes flew open expecting to see green ones she saw blue. She struggled and bit his tongue instead of retreating back like she expected him to; he pinched her nipple in retaliation. She yelped and writhed against him unable to do anything but stare into those icy blue eyes.
Draco groaned all that moving about was not helping the situation. He actually found himself actually enjoying the experience his prick already feeling a bit too big for his pajama pants. Not necessarily mudblood, but the whole situation. Damn Gryffindors always setting off his kinky Slytherin side.
He felt a rustle of cloth. Harry was leaning over him, his hot breath tickling his ear.
“Move her to the bed, I’ll deal with her” he whispered. Harry bent over and kissed his neck trailing slick little kisses down his back never letting go of Hermione’s arm before getting up and moving toward the bed. Draco cursed silently as her quickly replaced his mouth with his arm muffling her scream and carried her to the bed.
“Fuck,” Draco muttered as one of Hermione’s thrashing legs whacked him in the stomach causing him to stumble onto the bed. Harry was prepared by this time and quickly muttered the charm to handcuff her to the bedpost instead of Draco.
“Recommandio,” Harry muttered his wand pointed at Draco divulging his attire and then he did the same to Hermione.
“Silencio,” was then muttered at Hermione.
Hermione was mad. Scratch that she was furious. So furious she saw red. Before she could do anything she felt a cool breeze hit her nipples causing them to instantly harden. No…nononononono! They couldn’t do this! She tried to pull up her knees to hide what she could.
“I don’t think so, love,” Harry muttered close to her ear sending shivers down her spine as he slowly pushed her knees down and forced them apart by pushing them on either side of his shoulders kneeling in front of her vagina. Then slowly he began to kiss her inner thighs and up carefully avoiding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Hermione groaned she couldn’t help it. She wanted it to feel bad, but it didn’t.
Rape was not supposed to feel good! She wasn’t supposed to be feeling that queasy feeling in her stomach that she got whenever she looked at Ron. Not to mention arousal. And then all coherent thought stopped for Hermione as she felt Harry slowly slide a finger into her, slick with her own juices hitting that spot. The last fully articulate thought Hermione thought before succumbing to the pleasure was,” Oh my-!”
Draco felt himself get (if possible) harder as he watched as his lover slowly fuck the mudblood using his finger and tongue. He studied Granger for a minute. She wouldn’t make a bad fuck he thought. Her back arched and her hips bucking meeting Harry’s thrusts, her eyes appeared to be half closed and her pale pink lips partially parted, revealing her silent scream.
Draco instinctively moved closer to Harry, jealous at the fact the Harry wasn’t paying any attention to him. Draco smirked, a very Slytherinish idea popping into his head. He moved quickly to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle out of the draw. He coated his hands in the sticky substance before shoving a finger into Harry. Harry moaned and collapsed on top of Hermione at the sudden invasion.
Hermione cried out at the loss of contact (or at least tried to). Harry moved his head down again, the moonlight silhouetting his angular full face.
“You like this don’t you, you little slut. You act all prim and proper and here you are writhing under your best friend and your worst enemy. You’re a liar,” Draco said softly in her ear.
“You’re close aren’t you, close to the edge…that’s how Harry and I feel anytime we’re together…close to the edge. You want to come don’t you? ” Hermione shook her head in response for once in her life completely speechless.
In the dark recess of her lust laden brain where her coherent thought was taking a much needed vacation she registered the fact that he was goading her into an orgasm, but Hermione was too far gone to even remember her own name. This was living torture. This was hell…the flames licking and burning its way through her body and stopped before completing its path.
She screamed.
“If you want to come you have to take a blood-oath to never speak of this to anyone,” Draco was once again muttering in his low seductive voice again.
Hermione nodded in agreement. The only this that mattered in this world right now was coming. Draco released one of her hands from the bond she immediately brought it to her cup her cunt. Unsure of what to do she just left it there until Harry picked up her hand and guided her until she came. The fire was allowed to finish its course. She lay there afterward her muscles randomly having spasms with the magnitude of the orgasm.
Harry turned around to face Draco who smirked at him before attacking Harry’s pouty lips with his own. Draco savored the flavor of Harry (who tasted like dusk if that was possible) and Hermione combined before kneeling in front of Harry ghosting his breath over his swollen cock.
Harry shuddered and lay down on his back. Draco slowly licked from the base to the tip dripping with pre-cum at the same time fondling the sensitive sacs with his hand. Harry let out a guttural moan and reached out to grasp Draco’s cock. He was granted with a moan, but Draco pulled away from him.
“You know Potter,” Draco drawled. Harry shook his head in amazement that Draco always remained so articulate while having sex while he, the bloody boy-who-lived could barely remember his whole name and say anything other than Draco, No!, Faster, or Harder.
“You’ve been a bad boy…letting Hermione see you come in here. I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you,” Draco said while straddling Harry. Harry’s eyes shot open as Draco leaned forward and kissed him. Hard. Harry grabbed the silky blonde hair that infatuated so many people and tried to maneuver himself on top by pushing Draco over.
Draco growled unwilling to give up the advantage and thrust his hips forward skin on skin, groin on groin.
“Trying to beat me at my own game?” growled Draco pressing Harry’s hands down on the bed.
Harry just moaned in response squirming as Draco pushed his legs apart and stuck one of those long, pale, elegant fingers into him. He allowed Harry to adjust to the new sensation before sticking a second digit into him.
Draco groaned, Harry was so wet and tight, he pushed a little father in reaching the sensitive gland. Harry arched his back in response.
“D…D…Draco, please,” Harry muttered his voice thick and raspy with desire. Draco stared at Harry pleased to see a love bite already forming on his neck, his skin glistening with sweat and his cock dripping with pre-cum.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to beg for my forgiveness,” Draco said before he bent over and began kissing the sensitive skin of his lover’s thighs carefully avoiding his lover’s balls.
“D-Draco, I’ll do anything…fuck….pl..please,” Harry stuttered as Draco replaced his fingers with his tongue licking and nipping at his ring of tight muscles in his arse.
“Anything Potter,” Draco asked his mind already planning a million things to ask for.
“Y-yes.”
Draco smiled satisfied at Harry’s answer before sweeping down and swallowing Harry’s cock and using his fingers to nudge his prostrate. Harry came instantly with a loud moan. He wasn’t a very articulate lover, but Draco loved the moan that came out of those plump swollen lips. Draco came at the same time as Harry screaming Harry’s name.
~*~
“Ok, class please turn in your journal,” said Professor Sequence. Grumbling and grunting students from all houses moved to deposit their journal on her desk. The bell rang signaling the end of class.
“Hermione, you haven’t turned in your journals.”
Hermione who had been trying to sneak out with the mass of student immediately turned red.
“I er…could not write my memory because…” she started
“It’s TOO personal,” finished Professor Sequence her eyes twinkling.
“Yes…” I mean what else could she say, “Sorry Professor, but I am under an illegal blood oath never to talk about my most personal memory.” That would go real well.
“Ok Hermione, I’ll let you go this time, just don’t let it happen again.” Hermione fled.
The End
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