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amused Ron spotted their table and took his ‘dates’ there surrounding their exposed waists. His arm was stronger on Draco, as he was less skilled on walking on heels… unless he did it slow and with drop dead lickable-fuckable-spankable cadence. With the corner of his eye he spotted the twins, both of them smiling. Fred nodded knowingly while George traced a finger under his right eye. They had taken a picture of Harry fixing Draco’s make up. Ron could barely contain his smile. Merlin bless the twins and the Cannons for making all this possible.
Sitting down was a blessing that almost made the cross-dressed wizard teens sigh with relief. Their long legs ached on all their length, and in Draco’s case, even his hips hurt for the forced push-forward stance that the heels gave him. Draco’s blond head fell to the table missing by little an appearing plate with T-bone and potatoes. Harry just hung his head and pulled the table cloth over his lap to finally be able to spread his legs under the table and sit comfortable. They ate, drank and were the target of many unrequited comments and indecent proposals.
In a few hours Harry and Draco learned for life about betting again against Ron… or the mother fucker Cannons. Damn those lousy-good for nothing-sons of the big ass whore-cocksucking- dickhead- shitbrain-loser players. Hope they lose all the other matches in the most painful and humiliating way possible. Hope all of them get some nasty venereal decease and die drowned in a toilet overflowing with shit.
Then music poured on the Great Hall and some couples went to dance. Ron wasn’t willing to skip the chance to drag around the dance floor his dates, so he tended his hands to both guys.
“Shall we dance, ladies?”
“No!” Draco frowned, “my feet hurt in these shit you picked up, Weasley.”
“I don’t like this rhythm…” Harry looked in other direction.
Ron’s eyes narrowed.
“You have to be charming, Malfoy, and you, Harry, extra-pleasing and compliant. Plus, part of the deal was that the LOSERS would do absolutely everything the WINER says.”
Harry hit the table top with his fist in a short, almost imperceptible movement.
“Fuck it…” he muttered, face frowning in anger horribly and then forcing a smile on his lips and standing up. “But of course… gladly… Love…”
Ron held his hand as Harry surrounded the table and came next to him not masking in the least his self-satisfied smirk. Then he tended his hand to Draco expecting him to be a good little girl and join daddy on the dance floor. Yet, Draco’s mirror-like eyes gleamed mischievously. So Ron wanted ‘charming’?… He pressed his hair behind his ear sexily dropping his hand down his neck. Then looked up at the redhead with his sexiest-sweetest-shotaest stare, twisting his lips a little. Behold mastering of manipulative behavior… and bow…
“Oh Daddy… I would love so much to get all grabbed and held by you in the dance floor…” His body twisted a little in the chair pulling the chair back and to the side a little, so his whole body was visible. Then he slowly lifted both his legs moving them over the table. Very, very, very long swan like legs with the most fuckable thighs ever seen in the Universe, strong from clamping on a broomstick… and sure as strong to clamp around a male’s waist when getting it dipped into his tight, hot little ass. Outer leg crossing over the ankle of the inner leg and… skirt pulling back and the whole fucking gravity law breaker very naughty, spankable, round booty peeked out. “ … but my legs hurt bad, Daddy.”
The mischievous blond reached for Ron’s hand and made him touch his legs from ankles to thighs. Harry, though somewhat aroused, frowned at Draco for evidently getting off the task so easily. Stepping ferret-faced bitch ass Slytherin. Ron, on the other side, was just about to forget his own name, the year, the country and even how much 0x2 was. Little he needed to just gap like a fish and make a fool of himself before this weela-ass beating blond bitch. Soft, shaved skin slid under his fingers erasing everything in his mind much, much more effectively than an Obliviate spell. Spell? What’s a sp-?… Damned fine legs. Mama, when I grow up I want to become a dog and hump those legs all day long… and all night long too. Can I?
“Can you feel it, Daddy?” Draco asked sweetly, dropping his voice strategically by the end, making it deep and sexy, his make-upped eyes staring hungry and lustful into the lost redhead’s orbs. He had him in his pocket. “Can you feel how tensed and painful my legs are? Why don’t you let me rest here… like this… a little, Daddy?”
Ron’s fingers kneaded the creamy white flesh… strong from the intensive broomriding Quidditch demanded from a seeker. The redhead Gryffindor’s mind flew away in awkward understanding of his less favorite teacher, Severus Snape and his constant spoiling of the already spoiled rotten blond. However, if Draco was rotten, it had to be in his heart, because his fucking legs were just damned fine…
“You will keep your legs perched on the…” his eyes wondered to the brutally tempting curve of his killer ass… all so uncovered and softly getting a little of Goosebumps… due to the chilling air blowing on his exposed ass cheeks. Merlin, how would Ron rub that booty warm and pink… and cream coated… “…table?”
Draco smirked pleased with the way he managed to escape from dancing. He moved his legs a little, marking out gently his muscles and the lines and also making his ass cheeks move some. The caught up air in Ron’s lungs told him that his further teasing was just going better than he expected. Right then there was another boss in the game.
“Only if Daddy wants me too…”
Ron was a bit lost in staring at his ass to answer. Heh… all night long staring at Draco’s most friendliest side ever… heh. Good. Absofuckinglutely G-R-E-A-to-tha-izz-T!. Bootylicious ho is in tha house.
“Am I charming, Daddy?”
“Fuckinglicious…”
Draco smiled and Ron slowly woke up from his staring, blushing. Then he just turned to the dance floor pulling Harry with him. The brunet turned to the blond frowning with angry disappointment.
“Whore…”
Draco just smirked very, very satisfied with himself rocking his long legs and pretending to adjust the hem of his skimpy skirt that had ran up just too far, and pulling it to give to the Boy who Lived a sight of his hip and ass to die for. Watch and die, loser Gryffindor mother fucker.
“I love you too… Love.”
Wizard music and it’s trend was much different from the current muggle music Harry was much more used to. To this music you rather slow danced or jumped. Much to Harry’s horror, slow dancing was better, and so he had to bring his scarcely clad body closer to Ron’s. Thanks Merlin they were friends.
“Are you having fun, Ron?” he asked a bit annoyed, but not as edgy as he actually could.
Ron’s anger was finally calming down. His arm came tighter around his friend’s waist holding him and taking some of the strain of dancing around in the heels. It was funny how actually it was Draco’s teasing and making him hard what actually calmed down his anger. He started to realize how stupid the whole discussion was, and how out of place from him to take things so personally. After all, just because they were friends, it didn’t mean that Harry had to agree in everything with him. He himself recognized that he didn’t agree with Harry most of the times (like when they went to see Aragog… that was dangerous AND stupid!). So, maybe by the end of the night he would have his friend back… or not.
“Yes… say, thanks mate.”
Harry, gaining back is better mood, leaned against him, more out of tiredness than anything.
“It’s nothing, mate.”
He hid his face in his friend’s shoulder to avoid all the lecherous stares he was getting.
‘Ewww… Dumbledore! Whatever you are thinking, man… no way in hell!!’
‘Stop staring at my ass, Flint. You won’t get it… this guy will be hard to lose now on Quidditch..’
‘Hey no! Stare at Malfoy over there! Why me?’
‘Eh?… Snape?…Ew- … hnnn… (smirk) like it if I shake my booty, professor? Hnnn… you like it, dontcha?… good… I can shake it fo’ ya and ya pass me in Potions… gara deal?’
“Sorry I picked on you, mate.” Harry finally apologized.
Happy, Ron hugged him. It made up for everything… yet… sorry Harry, sorry Draco, Ron already had his agenda planned, and none of them would escape.
“Say that when the night is over, Harry… if you still think like that…”
Harry tensed in his arms. The twins were baaaaad news, but Ron cooking up a plan was like Humongously B-A-to-tha- izz-D.
When they came back to the table, Draco still had his feet perched on the table, drinking some not-very-legal-looking beverage to ease up a little, and surrounded by lecherous students teasing him and saying stuff to him, trying to hook him up for the night.
“I promise you will like it, Malfoy… now let me touch your booty…”
“Fuck off, loser…” Draco was twitching and almost ready to plunge his high heels into some balls.
“Come on, Malfoy… you are the hottest looking lass of all Hogwarts. Be a good buddy and share with us your booty.”
His left eye twitched in anger. No one calls Draco Malfoy ‘lass’. He was a bloke and very much one. He was handsome and manly and no one would dare to take him for a babe. Draco straightened ready to shout at them, when Ron arrived with Harry.
“Sorry, losers, but the sweet-ass-cheeks here is my bitch tonight, so fuck off.”
Draco just blinked at Ron between grateful and insulted for the way the redhead referred to him. Somehow he went for the earlier and smiled at his savior. The way the guys talked to him was even seedier, so actually being called “bitch” was a compliment. However it really started to make him feel uncomfortable to be constantly referred as a girl. He was not! Harry did look like one sexy piece of female ass, but he was not. …which was weird because Draco didn’t get to appreciate… that type of things. The guys cleared out and Ron sat down pulling Harry on his lap. The Boy Who Lived and was fading in shame, at first just stood stuck to his spot reluctantly giving into sitting in his friend’s lap. As he did, Ron grabbed his ass under the skimpy skirt that anyway lifted enough to make him sit on the redhead’s lap on his bare buttocks. Harry lifted the back of his hand to his mouth and nose to conceal somewhat his shame.
“Like the attention of the blokes, Malfoy?” Ron ran a hand lazily over the bare perched up shins and then, with a twist of his wrist, going behind the knees and caressing with the back of his fingers the back of the blond’s thighs all the way to his buttocks.
Draco blushed heavily clamping his butt and twitching in his seat a little. He bit his lips before answering.
“Only Daddy’s attention…”
Ron smirked, still softly fondling Harry’s ass and teasing Draco’s thighs, slipping close to his ass. His fingers slipped under the silk strap of Harry’s g-string and pulled it gently teasing this way both the brunet’s asshole and his penis. Harry muffled a couple of moans and twitched trying to find a position in which Ron’s teasing were… at least less… effective.
“Who’s your Daddy, Love?”
Draco looked up at Harry, almost as if pleading for help, and met heavily hooded, sparkling, darkened green eyes.
“You are my Daddy…” he looked back at the redhead tasting the sour taste of fear as it lingered in his chest like a peppermint ribbon. There was no one to save him. He had looked over the professors table, and they were watching them, but no one helped. After all the teasing and fighting they’ve got into do to the bet, the teachers decided to let them do it and not interfere, no matter what. Maybe that way they would learn some respect and tolerance. Add to it that some of the teachers also placed bets… Professor Binn won the pool.
Ron teased the blond some more and providing the same amount of teasing to Harry’s ass. The Boy who Lived to be tormented like this, twitched in his lap feeling a bit… restricted and uncomfortable as he watched those legs, that flesh and how it molded hard in Ron’s hands. The redhead finally started moving up Draco’s outer leg in a teasing caress up to the back of his knee. There, he held the shin close to the knee, and lifted it. Draco, somewhat scared looked at Ron, but didn’t oppose the movement as his leg was lifted and slowly spread. His hands clamped into his chair as he felt the need to press them between his legs to cover what was getting into plain view. Harry, entranced, had to muffle a moan, but couldn’t restrain a wanton twitching as strong, milky long legs parted and between devilishly tantalizing thighs light poured over the blond’s shaved manhood very well visible through the lace of his indecently white and tight and transparent underwear.
“Oh… look at that, Harry… like what you see?”
Harry was breathing heavily and had to bite his lips and close his eyes for a moment.
“It’s very… beautiful…”
Ron put Draco’s leg on his lap right between Harry and himself, so the brunet still had a full view of the blond’s goodies. Then his hand slid over the leg resting on the upper and inner part of the thigh. Blushing, ashamed, Draco grabbed harder into the chair holding in his wish to burst into tears. The muscles in his thighs tensed and jumped up, movement that made Harry’s pupils to widen in wanton.
“Daddy… please…” Draco murmured softly.
“What’s up, Love?”
“People will see me, Daddy…”
Ron smiled and stretched his fingers drawing a caress on the lacy g-string than made twitch and almost jump both cross-dressed guys.
“Don’t worry, Love… only Harry can see you. Do you like Harry seeing you?”
That was like the top of it. His nose reddened and he stared at the Gryffindor seeker. Harry’s eyes were almost black of lust. Draco bit his lips and answered.
“Only if Daddy wants me to like it.”
Technically it was quite a charming and elegant answer to avoid revealing whether it turned him up or not to be displayed like that to his rival. Ron teased him again, fidgeting the lace and then moving his finger under the lace and lifting it. Harry drew air in as more skin was revealed. The blond twitched in his seat biting hard into his lips, rolling his hips back and only making the whole situation worst… and sexier.
“So slutty, isn’t it, Harry?”
The brunet only blushed, his eyes glued to Draco’s loins. Ron lifted the lace further until a part of the blond’s length revealed. Even there he was so white.. only with the slightest touch of pink… Seemed so heated, so creamy, so good. Fine pastry filled with some buttery cream. The type that flows out as you bite into it. Soft cream smearing on your cheeks… firm pastry teasing your tongue, the inner part of your cheeks. Take it in, slide it in… take it.. swallow, eat, suck, drink… have it swelling inside you, filled with mindless lust.
“You like it, don’t you?”
Harry frowned his nose a little to fight his blushing back a bit and then licked his lips.
“Yes…”
“Is it giving you a stiffie, Harry?”
Draco shot his eyes up to the brunet as this looked away. How could he be showed off like a horse? Fine stud, look at his thighs, grab his balls, finger his ass… a nice piece, a fine sample of a pureblood breed. It felt so… horribly humiliating. Don’t look at me like that, Potter… you are making it worst. I can even feel the air on my balls.
“Ron… please…”
“Lift your skirt and show us how’s Malfoy making you feel…”
Harry almost broke into tears as he slowly lifted his skirt exposing his hardening member now poking out its head over the hem of his truly skimpy panties. Draco seemed to ease up and forget his shame as he stared at the half hard penis. He was making that? Once again he searched Harry’s eyes looking for assurance. Harry looked at him a bit ashamed and confirming it.
“Looking good, boys?” a female voice said suddenly, and without thinking both Harry and Draco pulled down their skirts, Draco even quickly lowering his feet to the floor. Hermione smiled evilly at their discomfort.
“Hermione… what a pleasure…” Ron smiled at his friend.
Draco’s hands were pressed hard between his thighs and his back arched as if trying to roll into himself and disappear.
“I saw you dancing with Harry on the dance floor…” the broom-haired with said with a charming smile that still let through some sick pleasure out of watching his friend, and the guy who used to insult her for being a muggle-born turned pretty much into casino whores. Damned, whoever did Draco, did an amazing job… But if it was up to her, she would put her money on Megan Jones. That girl had a thing for easy-access tops. “You will dance with Draco next?”
The blond dedicated her such a murderous stare that it could actually compete with the mortal glance of a basilisk. He resented the familiarity with which the mudblood referred to him. Did drags denigrated him so much? Did they made him lose respect? Did they so easily erase all he was and all he meant? He was still a Malfoy and was still capable of all the things he was capable while dressed in his wizard robes… and these… these were just simply some fucking pieces of fabric that meant nothing and did nothing to him. He was still the same, and those were just little rags.
“I don’t know…” Ron put his hand on Draco’s knee making him wake up from his philosophical dreaming. “How are your aching legs, Love?”
“Somewhat better, Daddy.” Draco smiled a forced smile, a bit embarrassed by Hermione. On top of everything, he had to show before the low mudblood just how low could he bow for a penniless, third class wizard.
“Just somewhat? Do you want Harry to rub you better?”
Then, on second thoughts…
“But I’ll dance with Daddy if Daddy wants me to dance…”
“I don’t want you to get hurt, Love, and Harry here would love to rub you, isn’t it, Pumpkin?”
Harry cast his face to hide his shame. Where was Voldemort when he needed him the most? Always nosy, sticking his nose into his business, not letting him live, looking forward to kill him… and now that Harry Potter decided ‘This would be a fine moment for Voldemort to get me that one way ticket to go see my folks’, his base covered, nearly invisible scar under the coats of make up Hermione put on it not even itched. Maybe it was due to the make-up… He touched his scar and rubbed it a little hoping to feel some scorching pain… nothing. That mother fucker useless cocksucking asshole son of a whore Voldemort was just no-fucking-where near. That imbecile senile shitface son of a fat ass bitch. Hope he rots in Hell painfully and gets raped with a rusty sword blade… in circular motion… and that his cock rots and falls off in gooey pieces-
“I’d love to… yes…”
Draco leaned forward, desperately trying to avoid being exposed like that with nonetheless but Harry Potter. He already had his… panties… and… like his…. ¬/////¬… oh wizzz… his dick exposed to him. So, enough was enough. He would just avoid Harry put his hands on him and make him… maybe react in a way… that wouldn’t be good. Specially since the picture of that half hard cock peeking from under strawberry silk was just still too fucking fresh in his mind. Nope. No fucking road down to Hell.
“Oh Daddy… I’m much better, really… Don’t bother Potter over meaningless things!”
“Are you sure, Love?”
*Sure* didn’t even fucking BEGIN to explain Draco’s total commitment to the “Potter-won’t-Touch-me” Policy.
“Absolutely, Daddy.”
Ron leaned back a little and patted both Draco’s knee and Harry’s bare ass.
“Then the both of you dance for me…”
“But… what?” Harry mumbled as he uncomfortably stood up pulling his skirt and trying discreetly to pull the underwear over his peeking penis. Draco stood up also with his hands before himself. He wasn’t quite steady as he did so, his ass leaning against the table and trying desperately to look in his mind for a solution… that would not send Harry to rub his legs because that would be so much worst.
“… on the table.”
Both guys stared at the redhead.
“What!? Up there!? I gonna break a leg climbing up and falling down!!” Harry complained.
“Then try not falling, Love.” Ron smirked.
Draco and Harry stared at the table for a little while trying to figure out a way to climb up without revealing themselves. Harry titled his head as if measuring up and came close a couple of times, almost kneeled on it until he discovered that… it wasn’t actually a good idea. Draco, on the other hand, just stood there like a damsel in distress, waiting to see what Harry came up with and then follow him. At some level it marveled him how the brunet didn’t seem as self-conscious as he was. Wasn’t he in the least uncomfortable prancing around in that much smaller skirt and much smaller underwear? His weight shifted from one long leg to the other frowning.
“It’s just a table… not the Chamber of Secrets, Harry.” Ron teased him.
‘That would be so much easier, isn’t… Ron?’
Harry hissed not really noticing he just said that in Parsel. He turned to Draco then, who looked at him terrified, and he assumed he was like that for the task of climbing on the table. After all, Draco was slimmer than him and his legs seemed also less thick. His legs were very fluid and had a sexy thinness to them that Harry’s full, beautiful legs didn’t had. So, if he fell, he would break his legs for sure. It had to be until a girl came from other table and showed them to bend back their feet and climb sidewise, first to a chair and then to the table that they managed it. Harry went up first and then helped the blond, holding his pale hand hard.
Up there the world was worst. High heels made them taller, and their flashy, eye catching clothes, nor the fact that every fucking body in the Hall was staring at them helped. The blond tug his skirt down a bit, keeping his legs almost impossibly together, hands behind himself and leaning to Harry as if he could just disappear in the brunet’s body and ignore the humiliation of being exposed this way. Even his teachers were watching. His silvery eyes looked frantically for his favorite teacher seeking any kind of protection. Snape stared at him hungrier than Remus Lupin would ever stare at humans in “those days of the month”. And no, those weren’t nice girly days, though he got just as moody, painful and highly dangerous. His hands clung into Harry’s forearm seeking now in the Gryffindor wonder boy his only salvation when even his House Master seemed to abandon him.
“I’ll die… I’ll so die…” Draco muttered hiding somewhat against Harry’s chest.
“Won’t be that bad…” Harry tried to … make him believe.
Ron looked at them, slipping his chair to get a glimpse under their skirts. Nice view… Draco’s ass was in his direct view. Was out there a girl with legs and ass like that? (Males can also apply to ‘fill’ this ‘position’… Hell fucking yeah…) Damned, like Greek columns supporting the roundest, whitest, purest, greatest ass ever. He would so pray under that ass… had he died and never noticed? Because that was just an image of Heaven… Nirvana… Valhalla… Then, the curving, the breaking curve of his waist and the magical elevation of that string crossed bare back. He had never seen blond hair as beautiful as Draco’s. Well, maybe Gilderoy Lockhart’s…
“Look so muggle… they should dance to muggle music…”
Harry’s eyes widened. Hermione and Ron had made a plan against them!!!
“Oh, what and excellent suggestion… And I think I just have a muggle song right here with me!”
Harry eyed them, but Hermione only smiled and Ron just gave him back his stare. This is what it feels to be backstabbed by a friend. Now suffer it. Harry just swallowed his bitterness. Draco pressed against Harry, his head hiding deeper against his shoulder. Harry petted his head and his hand slid down his back carelessly … at first. The softness of his skin made him look at the guy hiding against him. It was then he actually noticed the blond’s soft, woody scent and how silky his hair was as some thin bangs stuck to his lips. What a hot lil’ piece of ass he was… fuck… Smells so good, feels so good… Stop yourself, Harry! Don’t feel him up… here!
“I can’t dance…” the blond muttered.
“Won’t be that hard… ” Harry tried to assure him, his hand sliding further, gingerly to the base of his back. Damned he was hot. How was it again that he failed to notice him? He had to be blind. He didn’t need a pair of glasses, but a cane for blinds. That or a brain operation. Draco was as hot as it comes.
Damned… damned… fucking liar he was. It was going to be hard. Fuck it! He was even starting to feel it twitch under the strawberry silk… Self-control… just a little… later I can talk my way into his panties… yes… later… Later will be good… but not now. Please… stick with me, dick… don’t make us… lose it…
“I don’t…” Draco felt awfully mortified.
Hermione enchanted some music box and smiled. Trust her to find the way to make muggle artifacts work in the wizard way. That fucking bitch ass witch.
Hit me!
Drums.
Harry’s eyes widened. No way in the Fucking Hell. No Fucking shitty way in no Fucking, Stepping, Stinking Slytherin called HELL!!!
“I can’t dance that!”
“You have to!”
The drums batted hard and fast. Draco trembled even more scared than what he was when they had to serve detention with Hagrid and the blond ended up leading the retreat run, followed by the equally coward Fangs. Hermione moved some and other muggle born, or half wizards moved knowing the rhythm. However the blond cross-dressed just stood there frozen.
“I can dance it as a bloke, not as a lass!”
“Then try!”
Can you keep up?
Harry moved nervous.
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
“Ain’t that easy, you know?”
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Ron smirked.
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
“Just shake your booty for Daddy… that’s all I want to see.”
That was one sexy song. Hermione did good. Very good.
Can you keep up?
Song on and them frozen. Harry swear.
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
“fuck…”
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Then turned to face the most scared Draco ever and put his hands on his hips rolling a little his own. It wasn’t easy… not at all, so he rolled like one side, his right hip against Draco, and hoped, against all rational, male thinking, that he didn’t look too boyish in his moving. Maybe wizards danced the same, blokes and lasses, but hip-hop had different moves for chicks and dudes… not like he would actually expect a wizard-brain like Ron… or anyone in the room… save from the muggle born kids to understand.
His hands pulled Draco harder against his body, the blond just almost tripping and as unmoving like Andromeda chained to the rock. His knees parted and lowered a little going, quite manly… sorry, into the next verse of the song.
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Lovely… poetry. He actually liked the thrusting that female heated gasping allowed him to do. And if imagining that the gasping ones here males… Lord, have mercy.
“I’ve never danced” the blond boy muttered with tears welling on his long eyelashes. “I have no fucking idea of how to fucking move… less to a muggle shit…”
Harry straightened and cupped his face with both hands. Draco looked away frowning and casting his face to hide tears behind his sexy hair.
“Don’t patronize me, Potter.”
Harry smiled patronizingly, despite of that.
“Press against me and just copy my movements.”
“I’ll fall on these heels… I can’t move... I feel like slipping…”
Harry moved a little, a bit more comfortable and bold, somewhat assured on the fact that he could do this better than Draco, and that Draco would have to relay on him for this. Yes, unspeakable, selfish feeling, but it fucking worked, so he would fucking use it to get through it. His left thigh pressed between Draco’s legs, forcing them apart.
“What are you doing!?” Draco clamped scared into his shoulders.
“Rest against my leg…” Harry whispered into his ear. Draco eased up a little. “You just move with me… and my leg will keep you from losing balance.”
Draco smiled some and then looked down, his blond bangs falling before his face as he eased himself a little on Harry’s thigh. The brunet hugged his tiny waist and Draco supported himself also on his shoulder. Repositioning his weight released him a little, now feeling safer. His legs also ached less.
“Ready, Malfoy.”
A trademark evil smirk greeted him, silvery eyes shining.
“Give it…”
OOOh
I put it right there, made it easy for you to get to
Now you wanna act like ya don't know what to do
After I done everything that you asked me
Grabbed you, grind you, liked you, tried you
Moved so fast baby now I can't find you
Easy swinging and down… slow at the beginning, totally like teacher and student. The brunet opening his hips back more than the blond, who stared at the other wizard’s body trying to take in the movement. Head down watching, studying while the other let his eyelids drop a little and… whadda fuck… let the music seep in. Fuck it. Fucking fuck it. Bend his knees some more. Heels are not that bad after all. So much easier to go down. Harry’s hand on Draco’s thigh, concentration divided between muttering the lyrics and giving him instructions. Roll their hips together, bold movement to the sides… waving up their backs, tap on the thighs and a direction about keeping them still, legs firm on the floor, to what the blond just nodded, still watching his own thighs and hips like and inexperienced dancer.
Lyrics were slow enough to follow. A hand to a hip and a pushing movement said Draco to open up in an exaggerated swinging back movement lowering them just a little bit more. Hell yes… Now you wanna act like you don’t know what to do… well, I’ll show you, Sugar . Then Harry’s hands went back grabbing him by his ass. The blond didn’t seem to bother it as he kept concentrated on his own movements. Then Harry leaned closer muttering something else and pulled him closer to his body with a sexy smiled and rubbed the two of them together as if in a heated, rough quicky with very marked rub-up movements. Draco’s eyes widened and his hands came to Harry’s arms keeping some distance as their lower bodies just violated the meaning of “personal space”.
OOOh
I'm startin' to believe that I'm way too much for you
All that talk but it seems like it can't come through
All them lies like you could satisfy me,
Now I see where believing you got me
Gave you the wheel, but you can't drive me
That was… slow, rolling… one side… to the other… easy… Harry’s hand still on his ass… what wasn’t so bad since that way the brunet covered what his skirt wouldn’t. Now Harry leaned back, hand on Draco’s waist and waved his torso like a snake starting from a shoulder and going sleek and sexy to the opposite hip were Draco just happened to be leaning against. Hips waving up, green stare mischievous and sexy.
So yes, Harry Potter was one mother fucker hottie, not much Draco could do about it. But they were like pure blood and mudblood: didn’t mix. Granted, he got very, very aroused by him… but that just… didn’t… like… do it. Oh damned… don’t touch me there… Damned, put… hell… just… don’t move your hip so close to my cock, Gryffindor scum…
Thanks Salazar Harry moved up and the pressure his rock hard thigh had on his balls eased up. Draco looked away, concentrating his gaze on his own body and rolling his hips, counting the speed of the music, the number of “peaks” he sensed in the tone and moving accordingly to what they had done in the other verse.
“Get bold… easy…”
Draco looked at him into the eye frowning. Get bold? So which part of ‘I don’t know how to dance, less to muggle music’ was so complicated for the bean brained Boy Who Lived?
“I don’t fucking know how to dance, Potter…” he muttered between his teeth, one arm now around the brunet’s neck.
“You know how to fuck… do you?”
Draco’s eyes widened. ‘If you mean a lass… no…’ and then turned to Harry with a smirk.
“I think I’ve fucked you plenty of times, Potter…”
Harry only smirked and brought him back to his crotch hard playing out again the mating movement. …you can’t drive me… but try… please try and drive me… drive me into-…
“Muggle music… this music… it’s just mating… Pretend you are fucking and seducing at the same time…”
Draco just blinked again not really getting it. Like… he has to put it inside Harry… or something?
“Lemme show you…” Harry tapped his thigh to tell him to hold tight. “I’ll go down… watch me…”
“Go down?”
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Harry moved his hands to Draco’s waist to hold him from there, and hold himself and sneaked his body down until he faced the blond’s crotch. Deep green eyes stared into storm gray with lust and mischief as he breathed so close to him, air puffs getting under his skimpy skirt. Legs parting more and fuck all those looking at Potter’s ass and balls, Harry trashed before him, clearly suggesting he would suck all his thoughts out and his hips just told him how excited the idea made him. Spread up and take him. Take him so good. Green fixed on storm gray and he opened those strawberry pink, glossed lips so close to… that part of his body where all his blood was running into as if some Witchstock Concert were to be held. Oh fuck… not here… stop… or my dick will just rip through the lace and into your mouth, Potter. Thanks Salazar he wasn’t wearing Harry’s underwear.
White thighs trembled under Potter’s fingers. Smirking, Harry looked away and pushed out and up his ass as he straightened giving a very, very, very… insightful view to all those lucky sons and daughters of whores who were granted with the fucking honor of standing right behind him. Ron’s eyes pretty much popped out and he felt, at his young teen years, how his heart threatened him with his first stroke. Damned worth it, by the fucking way. This could lead to a heart condition… hell yeah this could.
As Harry straightened and parted his legs rubbing and teasing the blond, Ron looked back to the twins. The camera trembled in Fred’s hand and George looked about to suffer a massive nosebleed. A click from the other side… Colin Creevey was shooting his film squares under Draco’s skirt… right when Harry grabbed his ass, then moved back and the fucking piece of cloth run up exposing more booty. His blue eyes moved cold eyeing Seamus Finnigan, who nodded and started moving towards the young wizard paparazzi. There was a certain feel of satisfaction Ron seldom knew, and now experimented fully. Power. His cock ached to it. Even under this light, owning Harry and Draco, with the power to make them… Head tilted… Fuck, Harry has one nice ass… So, power… a soft caress over his cock under his robes like one would pet a faithful dog. And a dog he was. Ron Weasley was now The Big Dog of Gryffindor, a Master who owned two beautiful asses. Power made him easy, relaxed, worshipped. Power, the power of owning them gave him what dreaming of being the captain of the Quidditch team never gave him. Ultimate respect.
Dean Thomas stared at the dancing hotties, but also almost expected his orders. He moved along with Seamus, discreetly to cut off Creevey’s way. That stare, that look… obedience, respect. It aroused Ron even further to the verge of considering to have these two faithful, loyal mates in his bed later on. They would confiscate the tape, reveal it and revel on the moving pictures. Hopefully there was some peaking of asshole… Hopefully they got to see his asshole in the picture… Hopefully Dean would understand just this well he was expected to suck on Ron while Seamus fingers him preparing him to sit on the redhead’s cock…
Harry pressed Draco closer to himself, feeling bold due to the music and the whole circumstances. What the hell, you only live once after all. He leaned speaking to the blond with his lips close to his mouth.
“Fuck… tease… get bold… get what I mean?”
Draco snorted looking away.
“Primitive race…”
“Be primal, then…”
Well, if that was a daring…
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Draco pulled himself from the brunet waving his upper body. He held himself to Harry’s hips and turned a little. Silver eyes to green in teasing threaten. Bend his knees a little and rub his hips between the guy’s legs. Now let’s see if the Boy Who Lived can survive HIS onslaught.
“Hold me by the hips…”
He turned slowly his back to the brunet and once this secured his hips, he trashed hard, hands moving from his neck, down his sides to his thighs. Roll back… roll back… and fuck his crotch hard with his ass at the rhythm of the gasping. Harry moaned happy with the fact that the music was loud enough to swallow his moans. He reached forward cupping Draco’s manhood and stroking his thumb over it. This made the blond moan hard and lean forward bending over his teased member. Their skirts run up all the way and Harry just saw Draco’s crack between their parting skirts. Okay, that was too much. His hands went to the sides, holding the blond from his things. The blond raised up all flushed and tried to discreetly tug his skirt into place.
“It’s stupid to try to defeat each other now, Malfoy…” Harry breathed into his ear.
Blushing, Draco had to agree… specially because he felt he was in the very losing end of the game.
“What do you say if we take it against Ron?”
Rolling his hips, Draco turned and faced the brunet.
“How?”
OOOh
Two things I don't like when I tryin' to get my groove
Is a partna that meets me only half way and just can't prove
Take me out so deep when you know you can't swim
Need a lifeguard and I need protection
So put it on me deep in the right direction
Harry smirked grabbing his hips and meeting them with his own a couple of times, then he looked back at the redhead watching them with half his body under the table. Yep… he was getting hard… if he wasn’t hard already. Harry moved down and pushed out his ass again giving him a great view of his ass. Wiggle a little, fix his eyes on him lustfully, and make an invitation full whore style to be taken. Come on, fella, plunge yo dick in here. Sky blue eyes widened and cheeks blushed into the deepest shades of red ever seen. Draco smiled. So that type of taking it against Potter meant. Okay, he just knows how to play this game. He turned Harry making him give him his back and slowly motioned against his ass, looking teasingly at Ron and then leaning back his upper body, crotch always deep against Harry’s ass, and hands grabbing his thighs.
Fuck oh fuck. Somebody better be doing a fucking lot of pictures…
Harry leaned more and then bent forward pushing against Draco’s manhood, his eyes fixed to Ron’s… take me out so deep… is this what you wanted to see?
Up and thrashed against the blond, who grabbed him good. …put it on me in the right direction… Pale hand sneaking under his skirt. Potter parting a little more his legs for Ron to see… how Draco fidgeted his silky underwear rubbing his perineum. Damned good… damned… good… and if he doesn’t take care… it will grow out of the underwear and it won’t be pretty. This wasn’t a foam party after all, and Harry’s dick wasn’t the foam machine.
OOOh
You understand the facts that I'm tryin' to give to you
You movin' so slow like you just don't have a clue
Didn't mama teach you to give affection?
You're the difference of a man and an adolescent
It ain you boo, so get tha steppin'
Draco’s fingers retrieved and Harry rolled his hips at the sensuous, slower rhythm of the beginning of the verse, going all the way down until squatting with knees wide apart for the redhead. So yeah, everybody had seen his panties by then… nothing new to see. His hands slid sleazy from his crotch to his knees, teasing his friend. It was funny how the high heels actually made the squatting much more comfortable. He felt at much more ease, thrashing now his ass forward in sultry, suggesting movements. Little after, Draco descended also, leg’s parting behind the brunet, and hands coming to grope the Gryffindor. Hand on hand, Harry let him, rubbing against him and hooding his eyes, making a show out of enjoying the touch of the blond.
At this point Ron was forced to straighten and try to find a position that eased a little bit the aching erection under his robes. Fuck, those two were sex demons. How in the fucking hell it came to his mind to make them do that? Hope the twins were still taking pictures.
Draco’s hand move from behind and under Harry’s ass holding him out for Ron from where the ass cheeks met the thighs and pushed himself against the brunet, who moaned shamelessly, eyeing with dark eyes the redhead.
This was getting out of hand… very… very…
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Draco shushed some words into Harry’s ear, who simply nodded. Then the blond leaned to the side, one leg moving to his chest… Harry leaning back… shit… nice ass, nice balls, Potter… and that long milky leg stretched before Harry and over his chest. The burnet moved back with grace and Draco pretty much sat on him. Hands on his partner’s knees for support, Draco shook his booty in front of his face. Then he slid his snow white ass over his face, pressing on his lips… roll and down his chest slowly raising up his upper body until he sat on Harry’s crotch. Harry moved back and up a little, placing the blond over his lap and looking for a balanced position himself.
Gasp… gasp… and Draco slammed himself hard on Harry pretending in a very, very believable way to take the Boy Who Lived up his ass.
“Malfoy… please…” Ron muttered with dark blue eyes and little of will or ill feelings remaining.
If asked right then, Ron’s dream was to belong to Slytherin to be close to the blond Tease God. Well, not like he was currently alone on that dream… or as far as the thousands seriously considering presenting a formal petition to merge the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses… for good. One House, One Bed, One Show. Make some noise, brothas n sistas!!
If you can't make me say OOO
Like the beat of this drum
Why you ask for some and you really want none
If you can't make me say OOO
Like the beat of this groove
Tease… picking… hips rolling and bodies offering… Draco seemed naked under the skirt, the right mix of light and shadow turning his panties completely transparent. What was this madness? The hottest guys of school turned into the hottest lasses ever… dancing for him, teasing him… Harry fondling right before his eyes their sworn enemy… enjoying it.. He himself enjoying it… So much thrashing, so much rubbing, touching, groping, caressing… so tempting legs spreading and ass curves shaking… and those darkened eyes fixed on him like a satanic voice calling him to sin and sell his soul. Where should I sign? Yeah… sin. Sweet taste of misbehaving. Just be bad. Beat it, hit it, fuck it… Hell yeah, spank it!
You don't have no business in this, here's your papers
Baby you are dismissed, dismissed, dismissed,
dismissed, dismissed, dismissed, dismissed
Draco’s eyes fixed on him harder, rubbing hard and slow against Harry with the moaning voices of the singers. So close… so there… Harry thumbing his sides, playing with his cum white skin.
‘Take it in you mouth, nobody will judge you…’
‘Go and kiss him…’
‘Be my personal hero, Potter… give it good to Malfoy on the table…’
‘You are so close… you are so close… I’m so close… uhhhhg…!’
Eyes strongly fixed. So strong… What are you two up to…
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)
Draco leaned forward showing Ron the whole expense of his beautiful, uncovered back and thrashed on Harry’s lap, the other guy pulling him more, more frantically to his crotch in movements that bashed the line between dancing and mating. The dancing queens unleashed freely staging a passionate, crushing, heated fuck like no one had ever seen or even experienced in their lives.
Harsh rubbing, exposed asses and genitals, they performed for their audience aiming all their built up sexual desire and craves to the redhead who put them there in the first place. Harry grabbed hard Draco’s hips and plunged him against his crotch blindly, hardening dangerously.
‘To me… to me, please…’
‘Hell, Malfoy… you are so sexy like that…’
‘What an ass… what an ass…’
‘I hope there is enough film… hell… hell… Hell… well… okay… yes… to the right, George…’
‘I want Slytherin… I want Slytherin… I want… Draco Malfoy in that dress in that position… in my bed… Hope Fred doesn’t mind…’
‘Harry Potter… my hero… Harry Potter… my hero… Harry P- … fuck…’
Their eyes were Ron’s hell and heaven. Reach out, kiss them, take his clothes off and roll with them into a sticky, sweaty heap of limbs and hot holes. They were giving back at him… They had been embarrassed beyond… any acceptable limit, and now, shameless, with nothing to lose, rivals allied again against him and teased him giving pleasure to each other… because there was no road in Hell those two were not be enjoying this as much as the load of “champagne uncorking” dudes back there. Shit, some pimps should learn to just be more discreet…
Music subsided and Draco leaned forward, breathing sexily against Ron’s lips.
“Have we been charming, Daddy?”
Harry rubbed his chest against the blond’s back and leaned to Ron’s other side, breathing against his cheek.
“Anything else you want us to do to please you?”
And his mind was not working. Something had happened, and Ron just slipped into another dimension where he was caught eternally in watching Harry and Draco fuck. Oh well, what to do. Sit back and enjoy. No… he was not there, and he couldn’t connect to himself back in Hogwarts. That was just one fucking good, fucking, fucking, fucking good… deluxe show. Merlin bless the Cannons for making this moment of his life possible.
Smirking satisfied, both Harry and Draco sat back. Mission accomplished. They loaded the redhead with more that what he was able to handle. That will teach him. They looked at each other now trying to sit on the table in a way that… called back their long lost modesty, and that was comfortable at the same time. Draco tapped his left cheek pointing then at Harry. The brunet rubbed his hand on the pointed spot. His heavy make up was fading and running with the sweating. The blond then leaned closer and wiped it with his thumb fixing it a little.
Felt good. They actually made a good team.
This feeling was also useful to wash out the arousal and changed lust for simple satisfaction. However the questions were heard and after a few moments for breath recovering…
“Make out!!”
Harry’s eyes widened.
“Fuck off, Longbottom!” Draco shouted up recovering in seconds his usual manner.
“Make Potter give Malfoy a blow job!”
“Have them sucking on each other!”
“Make them undress!”
“Have them fuck on the table!”
Mayhem… and Ron recovered from his sated shock with a devilish smile. He wasn’t defeated yet… Thank you Hogwarts for your valuable support to this cause.
Draco and Harry looked around scared. This was bad. Maybe their teasing did go too far…
“I wanna see some rimming!!”
“FINGERING!! FINGERING!! FINGERING!!”
“69!! 69!! 69!!”
“STRIPDANCING!!”
“Auction them! Sell them as slaves!”
“YEAH!!!!!!!!”
“MALE WHORE AUCTION!!!!”
“STRIPDANCING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
O_O
“Making out is fine!” Draco pushed his hands back as if trying to protect himself from the raged mob. So this is what it felt like to be a witch or a wizard in the times of the Inquisition… Fuck, it was bad…
Harry’s arm surrounded the blond’s bare shoulders taking a protective stance. He knew Ron was hurt… but he wouldn’t… like sell him… as a whore… would he? The redhead’s fingers caressed their ankles. One… the other… and blue eyes welled with mischief.
“So many good options…”
Draco only curled more against Harry’s chest.
“Weasley… be rational…”
“Ron… really… making out is fine… please…”
They were sooooo walking into it!!! He should have make a bet that by the end of the night Draco and Harry would be begging to make out with each other. Damned, he didn’t foresee this. Professor’s Trelawney’s class sucked big time. (Prof. T.: Maybe if you would put attention in class instead of falling asleep…)
“Do you want to make out?”
“Yes!!” they both shouted at the same time.
Everybody watched them giggling as they just admitted so, however Draco and Harry were just too damned scared from all the other possibilities to even blush. Ron leaned in his chair and moved his hand before himself giving them the go.
“What have we got ourselves into…” Harry muttered.
A hand pulled his chin and minty-alcohol scented breath teased his nose. A glass-like shining mouth neared his.
“Don’t think that much… or we will have it worst…”
Then that glassy mouth closed over his lips and milky, scented arms closed around his neck pulling him closer. There was some whistling, some cheering, some “Go Malfoy!”-s in the background. Then Harry just shut down his thinking capabilities and gathered the blond and his pretty expense into his arms, pulling him closer and tonguing his face away. Thighs pulled closer to his lap and a tongue teased his mouth from inside. He took a deep breath and dipped in. You live only once… you live only once. His hands traveled up until his fingers got caught in the straps holding the little cloth to Draco’s chest in a poor excuse for a top. It made him hungry… so much skin, so he grabbed it as if it were sand, silk, grass. Spaghetti straps teased and tensed, threading and slipping. Finger in loop, twist, move and… caught. As he tried to retrieve, he pulled the thin thing giving the idea of trying to take the top off.
“Whooooooooaaa!!! Way to go Potter!!!”
“Skin!! Skin!! Skin!!”
“Hell Yeah !! “
Cheering all over the place. Flashing of cameras… Colin Creevey could be more discreet… A glance. Dean at two feet from the boy… Seamus behind… smirks. This will be sooooooo good!
“It’s making out… not getting me naked…” Draco muttered against his mouth. (Audience: Oh, as if it would make any difference now…)
“I know…” Harry put his hand on his back again and racked his fingers on the creamy skin. Draco moaned a little arching into the brunet. “My hand got caught in your… straps…”
“Well…” Draco breathed pulling away a little, eyes darkened into deep dark steel “Untangle…”
Harry had to move his hand slowly pushing of the loop tightening against his middle finger, feeling at every moment how he pulled the strings unintentionally and loosened the blond’s skimpy top. The Slytherin pushed harder into him and bit into his lip.
“You are taking off my top, you ass…”
“I know…!” Harry muttered impatient “But this fucking thing… is all around…”
“Just leave your fucking hand there…”
Harry sighed accepting Draco’s idea and then just teasing more his back. His other hand traveled up carefully and reached that handsome jaw line holding it, cupping it, framing it with his fingers, sliding his hands to his ear, bringing him closer, taking him in, and tasting his deepness. Rich, good… fucking, fucking good. Full gangsta paradise. Come and sin here, pimp. Damned… felt so good. So close, so easy, so… giving… More… Duck for more and get more. Draco was so different like this, actually giving in, opening for him and touching his tongue to Harry’s.
Legs moving, him sliding onto the blond’s lap and, holding him from his back, from the nape of his neck. Over him, sitting his bare ass over his lace clad crotch… easy…
“I’m sorry… Malfoy…”
“hnnn...?”
His hand leaved his back a little before the blond lied on it and the strings untied. Shouting and cheering and that hand still had the long strings wrapped loosely around the middle finger.
“Mother fucker…”
“I said I’m sorry…”
“We will talk later…”
And the milky pale hand pulled the dark bangs down, free hand cupping his chin. Harder kissing, mouths opening wider and tongues plunging deeper, reaching out when Harry pushed up like a dolphin for some air only to duck down again into that gracious mouth. Fucking shit, Draco was one fucking good trip. Mother fucker… Harry Potter was really a steppin’ wonder.
Rubbing, kissing, bodies looking for the right position, hips bucking up and dipping. Knees flexing, feet looking for bracing and legs for leverage. Muscles popped up and hardened.
“Potter…”
Harry sucked his mouth in more and Draco kissed him fervently only to break it again, leaving the brunet hanging from his lower lip.
“Potter…”
“What…?”
The blond moved his darkened eyes away and blushed.
“Your hip is poking me…”
Harry moved. Well, yeah… his hip was down there… a position he took to keep his hardening penis from rubbing into the blond and just completely humiliate himself in front of the WHOLE school.
“Yeah…?”
Draco blushed more.
“You are… rubbing… me…”
O////O… so… that... wasn’t…a bone… but more like a boner. Harry smiled a little apologetically and lifted himself away from… something he rather sat on. Ô_o… Where did that came from?… errr... From the very need of sheathing that hard blond length inside his ass?… Just an educated guess. Blushing, he closed his eyes tighter and kissed the blond harder, rearranging himself in a way that tried to cover with his legs for the both of them… and keep them from touching. Draco bent his knee up and leaned it against Harry’s ass helping with the cover up.
Softer kissing, going on easy, lots of lip work and reaching out tongues that teased and wetted lips, licking off, eating away traces of lipstick. Loud breathing, mixing, moist, sloppy, wet, good, easy, rich, soft, great, lustful, decadent, voluptuous, turning… Head up and another angling to descend upon greatness. Neck stretching up, blond, sweaty bangs clearing out, stare into green eyes… Hell, he’s not using his glasses… he took them… off… hnnnnnnnnn…
Down, back arching into each other, loose cloth slipping a bit, fingers untangling from strings and now grabbing hard into that… cum white…
“I won’t last much longer if we keep it like this…”
Silver eyes stared into green.
“Wanna call off, Potter?”
A nod. Draco hugged that lovely head to his chest and stretched his neck rolling back his head and looking for Ron.
“This is as long as making out goes… is it okay?”
Well, one thing was not noticing so far that Harry didn’t have his glasses on, and another was that the entire audience was as if stoned. Blushed cheeks everywhere… and here and there some bleeding noses. Whadda…? Ron was just as red as his hair.
“Okay, Daddy? Can we get off the table?”
