Hermione's eyes were very wide, a blush was crawling up into her cheeks, and Ron was pretty sure her flummoxed expression mirrored his own. They glanced at the door, at each other, and then quickly, silently, stole back over to it. Escape was the only thing on Ron's mind as he reached for the handle, and so it took him a moment to realize that the door was not opening when he pressed it down. He frowned, tried again, pushed against the wood with his shoulder. It didn't budge. Hermione frowned at him as he stepped back and shook his head. She tried as well, then pulled her wand to cast a non-verbal Alohomora. The door stayed shut. “Oh, that's nice,” Harry said from beyond the screen, voice rough and a little breathless in a way Ron had never heard before. Ron looked around. The room was generous in size, thick, lush carpet under his feet, the folding screen and bed its only furnishings. The only light came from somewhere across the room, beyond the bed, thick and fire-yellow, clothing the corners in shadows. And if Malfoy were to lean back some, he couldn't miss seeing them standing there by the door. Ron gripped Hermione's hand and drew her with him behind the screen. It was high enough to hide them. It was also closer to the bed. Ron could hear the rustle of fabric. Why, oh why, did Harry and Malfoy have to choose this place of all to shag? Didn't the prat have his own bedroom? Hermione was casting spells at the door from the distance, moving her lips along soundlessly. Merlin, Harry and Malfoy were just feet away, they'd hear even the quietest whisper. The door didn't move. Harry moaned. Ron squeezed his eyes shut. Harry panted out a few heavy breaths, then moaned again. That chuckle sounded again, and Ron realized it had to belong to Malfoy. He'd never heard Malfoy laugh like that before. There was no disdain or derision in it. “You're an arse,” Harry told Malfoy, quite clearly and without any bite at all. Then he laughed a little, breathless but amused. What had Malfoy done? What was he doing? Ron peeked around the corner of the screen again. Yes, he knew he shouldn't, but... he had to know, all right? Malfoy was still kneeling between Harry's thighs, splayed open for him, and now Ron could see his hand vanishing between Harry's legs, moving. Also, he was grinning. Grinning broadly, tip of his tongue stuck between his teeth, eyes on Harry's face, while his free hand rested on Harry's hip, opposite from Ron, thumb rubbing into the dip on the inside of Harry's hipbone. Ron stared. Stared at that broad curve of lips, the bright flash of teeth, at pale blond hair that was just a little ruffled, at that finger stroking Harry's skin almost... soothingly. Harry was propped on his elbows, mouth slightly open as he panted, eyes locked on Malfoy's face in turn. Then he moaned again, threw his head back, eyes closed and brow furrowed, arched, stomach tightening, hips tilting, knees rising and heels digging into the mattress. Malfoy hummed, still smiling. Smiling. “Like that, do you?” “As if you don't know! Oh, God, yes, right there! Draco...! Do that again.” His body undulated in another arch. And another. Malfoy's moved his free hand to Harry's stomach, pressing his palm down over his navel. Harry kept squirming. And moaning. Whatever Malfoy was doing with his fingers way down there, Harry was enjoying himself, that much was obvious. Ron tried hard not to look at his best friend's cock, but that was rather difficult since it was... prominent.
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Date: 2011-10-08 09:56 pm (UTC)Escape was the only thing on Ron's mind as he reached for the handle, and so it took him a moment to realize that the door was not opening when he pressed it down. He frowned, tried again, pushed against the wood with his shoulder. It didn't budge.
Hermione frowned at him as he stepped back and shook his head. She tried as well, then pulled her wand to cast a non-verbal Alohomora. The door stayed shut. “Oh, that's nice,” Harry said from beyond the screen, voice rough and a little breathless in a way Ron had never heard before.
Ron looked around. The room was generous in size, thick, lush carpet under his feet, the folding screen and bed its only furnishings. The only light came from somewhere across the room, beyond the bed, thick and fire-yellow, clothing the corners in shadows. And if Malfoy were to lean back some, he couldn't miss seeing them standing there by the door.
Ron gripped Hermione's hand and drew her with him behind the screen. It was high enough to hide them.
It was also closer to the bed. Ron could hear the rustle of fabric.
Why, oh why, did Harry and Malfoy have to choose this place of all to shag? Didn't the prat have his own bedroom?
Hermione was casting spells at the door from the distance, moving her lips along soundlessly. Merlin, Harry and Malfoy were just feet away, they'd hear even the quietest whisper. The door didn't move.
Harry moaned. Ron squeezed his eyes shut. Harry panted out a few heavy breaths, then moaned again. That chuckle sounded again, and Ron realized it had to belong to Malfoy. He'd never heard Malfoy laugh like that before. There was no disdain or derision in it.
“You're an arse,” Harry told Malfoy, quite clearly and without any bite at all. Then he laughed a little, breathless but amused. What had Malfoy done? What was he doing?
Ron peeked around the corner of the screen again. Yes, he knew he shouldn't, but... he had to know, all right?
Malfoy was still kneeling between Harry's thighs, splayed open for him, and now Ron could see his hand vanishing between Harry's legs, moving. Also, he was grinning. Grinning broadly, tip of his tongue stuck between his teeth, eyes on Harry's face, while his free hand rested on Harry's hip, opposite from Ron, thumb rubbing into the dip on the inside of Harry's hipbone.
Ron stared. Stared at that broad curve of lips, the bright flash of teeth, at pale blond hair that was just a little ruffled, at that finger stroking Harry's skin almost... soothingly.
Harry was propped on his elbows, mouth slightly open as he panted, eyes locked on Malfoy's face in turn. Then he moaned again, threw his head back, eyes closed and brow furrowed, arched, stomach tightening, hips tilting, knees rising and heels digging into the mattress.
Malfoy hummed, still smiling. Smiling. “Like that, do you?”
“As if you don't know! Oh, God, yes, right there! Draco...! Do that again.”
His body undulated in another arch. And another. Malfoy's moved his free hand to Harry's stomach, pressing his palm down over his navel. Harry kept squirming. And moaning.
Whatever Malfoy was doing with his fingers way down there, Harry was enjoying himself, that much was obvious. Ron tried hard not to look at his best friend's cock, but that was rather difficult since it was... prominent.
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