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Never Been Kissed	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Draco, Ron and Harry don't belong to me. I'm not making any money off of this, please don't sue me. Thank you very much.

Pairing: Ron/Draco/Harry

Warning: This story is rated NC-17! TVM! Adult content, very strong sexual content, and nudity. This story is also Slash. That means male on male sexual situations. Or in this case: male on male on male. :-) No females at all, anywhere involved. So you have been warned! Slash!

Dedication: These are all for Mi Chiquita! Live long and prosper, chicky!!!!

Author's Note: Okay, I'm heading into uncharted territory here. This is my first threesome, so go easy on me!!!! Damn, I have no shame whatsoever, do I?

A Kiss to Build a Dream On
By: Lady Feylene

Draco wasn't sure what had come over him. He had no idea what he was doing in the Gryffindor fifth year dormitory, stretched across the foot of Ron Weasley's bed. He was lying on his stomach and studying his fingers intently. Ron was sitting, knees pulled up under his chin, at the head of the bed. How long had it been going on now? Three weeks, a month? Something like that. This secret affair, comprised of clandestine meetings and covert looks. Draco wondered at least ten times a day what the point of it was. There was a sultry sixth year Ravenclaw girl who was practically throwing herself into his bed. Tall and curvy with smoldering green eyes and chocolate curls. And yet here he was, spending a Saturday afternoon with Weasley.

"You're sure everyone's gone for the afternoon?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at a bit of dirt under his fingernail.

"Yes! Harry's at Quidditch practice, Neville's got double detention, and Seamus and Dead both have dates. You're safe with me." Ron winked, and Draco just glared at him. A part of him enjoyed Ron's light heartedness, but another part was severely irritated by it. Ron just kept grinning at him, and Draco let out an exasperated sigh. He rolled onto his back, turning his head to look over at Ron.

//You won't leave him//. He told himself. He couldn't. For purely selfish reasons he speculated. Ron made him feel good about himself, and there were few people who made Draco Malfoy feel good about himself. Generally it was quite the opposite. And....it was a way to keep an eye on Ron. He knew things, things about Draco that couldn't get out. he had broken down in one fit of weakness and told Ron everything. He had thought Ron had it figured out anyway. He had never gone into detail, though. Not that he needed to. Ron had seen the scars, touched them. No one else had ever see them, except Draco's father.

He hadn't *meant* to spill everything to Ron. But it had been building, and building until it reached a breaking point. And Ron had pushed, just enough...

"Wonderful." Draco said dryly, sighing. He studied Ron, wanting desperately to find something wrong with him. He hated himself for being here, for caring about Weasley. They were enemies, not lovers! Rivals! They hated each other, they didn't....

Draco didn't want to pursue that thought any further. Complex emotions were something Draco tried to stay away from. He had them, he just didn't like thinking about them. And he sometimes thought that they didn't matter, really. His father had tried to beat the emotions out of him. They were for the weak. Only the weak felt things like love and passion and pity. Pride and hate, they were the only emotions that gave strength. But pain had only buried those feelings, not killed them.

"What you thinking about?" Ron asked, tilting his head to look Draco in the eyes.

"You." Draco said, simply. Of all the people in the world he could have ended up caring about, how had it been Ron Weasley? He was everything Draco had been raised to hate. And he didn't hate him at all. Sometimes, very late at night, Draco thought that the only person he truly hated was his father. But that was another thought that was hidden well away during the light of day. But it was surfacing now. Ron always brought out his dark, late night thoughts.

"So specific." Ron hugged his legs closer, resting his chin on his knees. Draco decided he looked positively elfin, with his violent red hair and his vivid blue eyes. He shrugged, or tried to anyway.

"Why I'm with you." Draco elaborated. "I hate your family, I hate your friends, I hate everything about you."

"Ah." Ron just smiled even broader. "You really don't, but that's okay."

"Oh, shut up." Draco blinked lazily. It was true though, and they both knew it. Despite his snide demeanor and vicious remarks, Draco had mixed feelings about Ron's friends and family. The most prickly point was Harry Potter. Draco was immensely jealous of Potter. And for even more reasons then before. He had always envied Potter's easygoing nature, his ability to make friends, his social status...and now he envied his relationship with Ron. Oh, he knew that there was nothing there then deep friendship-or so he hoped. He had his doubts sometimes, watching them together. He'd thought of confronting Ron about, but never had. "Are you and Potter lovers as well?" He suddenly asked.

"What?" Ron had obviously not been expecting the question.

"It was a simple question."

"No, we're not lovers." Ron shook his head, looking half disgusted half amused. "What makes you think that?"

"The way you two are together. It looks suspicious, that's all." Draco looked deep into Ron's eyes. "It looks like you're half in love, and screwing each others brains out."

"Well, we're not. The only person I'm sleeping with is you." Ron said.

"Do you want to sleep with him?" Draco persisted, a malicious glint in his eye. He wasn't sure if he was teasing or serious.

"I don't think about it." Ron said. "Why would I want to?"

"Well, he is your best friend." Draco said. "And he is very attractive. I mean, think about him..." Draco pushed himself up so that he was on his hand and knees, and crawled towards Ron, his voice taking on a teasing not. "That black, tousled hair, those bright green eyes...I bet he's got a nice body, too, he's a Quidditch player."

Ron grinned at Draco, lowering his knees and leaning forward a bit. "Hmm, you know you're right." he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Of course I'm right. And it's obvious he fancies you. The way he touches you when you talk, stares into your eyes..." Draco titled his face upwards.

"Of course he wants me." Ron chuckled. "Wonder why I'm not sleeping with him..."

"Because I'd kill you both, that's why." Draco said, taking Ron's lower lip between his teeth and tugging. Ron moaned softly, wrapping his arms tightly around Draco and drawing him close. Draco released Ron's lower lip only to capture it again in a deep kiss. Draco slipped his tongue between Ron's already parted lips. Ron had always been a natural when it came to carnal pleasures, but he had only improved with time.

"Trust me, you don't have anything to worry about." Ron said huskily, tumbling backwards and pulling Draco down on top of him. He ran his hands over the smaller boy's back, pulling at his shirt. Draco shivered as Ron's hands caressed his bare back, fluttering butterfly soft over his spine. Draco ran his fingers through Ron's hair, pressing his hips against his lover's with a passionate insistency.

"What was that?"

They both froze as they heard the click and creak of the door opening. Draco's heart leapt from the pit of his stomach to the back of his throat. The curtains were partially closed, but not closed enough. And of course neither of them had the good sense to move...

"I forgot my...."

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them it would turn out to be some horrible dream. Potter did not just walk in on him and Ron rolling around in bed together. Potter did not *see* them in bed together. But Ron was frantically shoving him off, so he doubted it was a dream.

"Uh...." That was Ron making a strangled noise in his throat.

"I guess this means you weren't lying when you said you hadn't told him." Draco said, schooling his features into their usual calm mask. He sat up and looked over his shoulder at Harry. The dark haired boy was standing, staring at him and Ron. his mouth was hanging open, and there was a terrified look in his eyes.

"I....I...." Harry stuttered something, waving his hands in a panicked sort of way. Draco shook his hair out of his eyes, wishing Ron would stop sitting there gaping like an idiot. The situation could be saved, with a little diplomacy.

"For gods sake Potter, you can't be *that* naive." Draco said, shaking his head. "Get whatever you forgot and get out."

"I..." It seemed to be the only sound Potter was capable of making.

"Unless of course you care to join us..."

"Draco!" So Ron finally spoke up.

"What? You *were* just saying you found him attractive..." He couldn't resist the jibe.

"Draco!" Even more desperate and shrill then before. "Harry, I..." Ron turned wide blue eyes onto his friend, and Draco wanted to gag. What was the big deal? It wasn't like they were actually in the middle of having sex or anything. They had just been fooling around.

"Uh..." Harry had at least closed his mouth. "I mean what...." He shook his head, hurt and confusion evident in his eyes behind his glasses.

"It's...sort of a long story." Ron slipped off the bed, standing up and shuffling his feet nervously. "I didn't....no one knows...well you do now...Don't tell anyone!"

Draco covered his eyes with his hand and groaned. Ron was about as tactless as could be.

"What would I be telling them, if I did?" Harry asked, quietly. He was looking at Ron very seriously, and Draco couldn't help but wonder if his teasing earlier had been truer then he'd thought.

"That..." Ron trailed off, and Draco didn't blame him. They had never exactly discussed the details of their relationship. He probably would have found himself at a loss for words as well.

"That Ron and I are together." Draco called from the bed.

"Together?" Harry and Ron said it together. "Wait..." Harry held his hand up. "I'm confused....I mean, really confused. How did this...what is this...?"

"You really have to have everything spelled out for you, don't you?" Draco said. "Ron and I are together. A couple. Which I figured would be obvious considering what we were doing in bed when you walked in. It started, oh I don't know....a month ago. Is that all?"

Harry didn't say anything, and he certainly wasn't paying any attention to Draco. He was still gaping at Ron with that kicked puppy look in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his voice as wounded as his eyes.

"I didn't tell anyone!" Ron assured him. "Neither of us did. It's...it's a secret."

"A secret. I can see why." Harry finally looked at Draco, and it was to shoot him a dark look. Draco bristled, glaring back.

"Exactly." Ron said, softly. "I knew you'd have a problem with it."

"With what? You being gay, or you being with Malfoy?"

"I'm not gay, and his name's Draco." Ron quipped. "And yes, I knew you'd be pissed if you found out I was with him." The tension in the room was rapidly rising. Both Harry and Ron seemed to be getting angry. Draco stood up, adjusting his shirt.

"You know what? I'm just going to leave. Emotional outbursts make me uncomfortable." He turned to glance at Ron, his voice sounding light and unconcerned. "If he smoothes out and all that, I'll meet you in the astronomy Tower tonight, allright? If not, well..." Draco glanced down, and he attempted to keep all emotion from his voice. Which made it come out in a very soft, husky whisper. "Goodbye." He turned, hating himself for being so obvious, for showing how he felt.

"Draco, wait!" Ron cried out, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Don't be such a drama queen." But Ron's voice had a hitch in it. "We can all just sit down and talk about this, okay?"

"I don't think *he*", Draco pointed at Harry, "has anything to say to me."

"But I do." Ron said quietly. "Let's just calm down, okay?" he looked over at Harry. "I'm sorry I got all pissy, okay?"

"Yeah..." Harry sort of shrugged, his hand stuffed deep in his pockets. "I...I probably shouldn't have freaked out the way I did." He still wasn't looking at Draco. The Slytherin felt decidedly uncomfortable, but remained where he was.

"So you want to tell me about this?" Harry said, waving his hand in Draco's direction. He had known this whole thing was a bad idea. They were like some sort of sick, twisted Romeo and Juliet. Separated by family and friends, House and home...

"There's not that much to explain." Ron said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Except for the fact that you and...." Harry just waved his hand again.

"Draco are together?" Ron finished. "Oh yeah, that." he grinned nervously, and Draco felt a rush of something inside of him. "Yeah, it just sort of happened. Draco's not all that bad, once you get to know him."

"Oh wonderful." Draco rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed next to Ron. He lay back, casting his eyes to the ceiling.

"Were you going to tell me?" Harry asked, and Draco heard the creak of another bed being sat on.

"Probably....eventually...maybe..." Ron didn't sound so sure. Draco covered his eyes with his hand, but listened intetnly. This would show how much he really meant to Ron. "I knew you'd freak." Ron concluded lamely.

"We've already been over this!" Draco snapped, hoping to hurry the conversation along.

"So....what? You just woke up one day and decided 'I like Malfoy. I think I'll ask him out.'?"

"What makes you think he asked me?" Draco said, lifting his head up enough to look at Harry. "As if I'd say yes, an invitation from a Weasley..."

Draco smiled a bit as he watched Harry's face. The dark haired boy was very confused, and Draco wasn't helping any. Of course he wasn't going to help, it was more amusing the other way.

"Okay, let me get this strait." Harry fixed a piercing gaze on Draco. "*You* asked Ron?"

Draco opened his mouth to answer, but found he couldn't. In all honesty, neither one of them had asked the other. It had just sort of happened. Draco glanced over at Ron, who just shrugged.

"There was no *actual* asking." Ron admitted. "I mean, not really. Well, if you can count that as asking..."

"Count what?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow and sliding his gaze from Ron to Draco and back.

"Uh...." Ron flushed, and Draco chuckled.

"Do you mean what happened out on the grounds, or in the astronomy tower?" Draco asked, not bothering to keep the amusement out of his voice.

"Oh! Uh, actually I was thinking about what happened in the storage room..."

"I don't think I want to know." Harry said, looking at Ron with something that was half revulsion, and half intrigue. Draco grinned, and Ron flushed.

"I'd say that was when it was official, yes." Draco agreed. "I trust, Potter, we don't need to tell you to keep this to yourself."

"Oh cor, yeah Harry!" Ron licked his lips. "You're not going to tell anyone, right?"

"No..." Harry said reluctantly. "I'll keep my mouth shut. And do I even want to know how *I* came up...?" An eyebrow raised behind the round glasses, and Draco was momentarily confused. Oh yes, that crack he had made about Ron thinking Harry was good looking.

"Huh?" Ron said.

"Apparently you think I'm attractive." Harry said calmly. Well, he seemed to have calmed down. That was a relief anyway. Ron talked about Harry quite a bit, and though he thought Draco didn't pay any attention, he did. If what he had picked up from Ron's stories and thoughts, it was that everything the two of them had gone through ended up some sort of joke. Maybe they could turn this into some sort of joke as well.

"Oh...that." Ron said, flushing again. Draco had noticed how easily embarrassed his lover was. "We had been talking about you earlier, that's all."

"Um...why?"

"Draco was teasing me." Ron explained. "He made some joke about us-me and you-being....you know." Draco also noticed how Ron would skirt around some things, especially things concerning sex. He could never come out and say it, he'd just trail off and wave his hand.

"What?" harry shook his head, mouth open.

"Oh, relax." Draco said. "It was harmless teasing. If I really thought there was anything between the two of you, I wouldn't be here now. And *he* wouldn't be in one piece."

"Oh, so you don't find me attractive." Harry said, a ghost of a smile gracing his lips.

"No! I mean yes... I mean...." Ron groaned, his face as red as his hair. Draco chuckled, and to his surprise so did Harry.

"It's okay. I mean, obviously you find Draco more attractive..."

"Who wouldn't?" Draco arched his eyebrow. He had meant it teasingly, but realized perhaps it had come out more sharp then he'd intended. Well, too late now.

"Can we not have this conversation?" Ron asked. "Please?"

"Oh, getting uncomfortable Ron?" Draco asked. He sat up, stretching leisurely.

"Yes!" Ron didn't try to keep the embarrassment out of his voice. Draco suddenly had an idea. For some reason, he enjoyed seeing his lover squirm. And if he could set Potter off as well, it would be time well spent. Especially since Potter seemed to have accepted him on some level at least. "And...I think Harry is too!"

"Not really." Harry shrugged. "I think it's sort of funny. Besides, it's fun watching you get like this."

"Oh, you think this is funny," Draco said, grinning maliciously, "you should see him when..."

"Stop ganging up on me!" Ron exclaimed. "Go back to insulting each other, why don't you?"

"Because this is more fun." Draco hopped up off of the bed, cocking his head at Harry. "Besides, it looks like Potter's extended some sad sort of olive branch. Don't want to go slapping that away, now do I?" he raised his eyebrow at Harry.

"Yeah." Harry said. "If Ron sees some good in you, I guess I can try."

"Touching." Draco held out his hand, his head still tilted. Harry took it, shaking it firmly. "So...you'd bette get getting back to your practice. Unless of course...?" he trailed off suggestively, raising his eyebrow again. He was rewarded by Harry jerking his hand away and shaking his head, a shocked look on his face.

"Draco!" Ron exclaimed. "Relax Harry, he's just kidding around."

"Am I?" Draco shot Ron a look over his shoulder. Ron looked flushed and shocked. His mouth was hanging open, and his eyes were sparkling. Draco didn't know if it was with horror...or interest.

"Yes, you are." Ron said.

"Okay, okay!" Harry said, standing up. "Is it a joke or not, make up your minds!"

"Why? Interested?" Draco gave Harry a seductive little half smile.

"Curious." Harry said. "As to why?"

"Why not?" Draco tossed his hair, his voice offhand and casual. "Could be fun."

"Fun?" Harry gave Draco an appraising look. "Fooling around with my best friend and his boyfriend? Who happens to be someone I can only barely tolerate?"

"Look at it from another angle." Draco said in a matter of fact voice. "Fooling around with two attractive people who are very important in your life."

"How are you important in my life?"

"Well, I *can* be considered your arch-rival." Draco said. "And besides, don't try and tell me I haven't had some sort of an influence on your life."

"You two are not actually *discussing* this!" Ron yelped, finally taking an active part in the conversation.

"Apparently we are." Draco said. "Why? You don't want to? You've no idea how fun threesomes can be..." Well, this was turning out to be fun! And depending on Ron's will, and Potter's seriousness...

"So? What do you want to do?" Draco looked from one to the other, wanting very much to rock up and down on the balls of his feet with excitement. He was entertaining all the erotic little possibilities that this encounter could yield.

"I dunno..." Harry said slowly. "I never...I never really thought of this sort of thing before."

"Oh, don't tell me you're a virgin!" Draco sneered.

"I'm not." Harry said, calmly. "I've been with a woman. The key words there being a-singular-and woman. I've never thought about it with more then one person, and I don't think I've given serious thought to being with another guy."

"Think about it." Draco said, shrugging. "Ron, what about you?"

"Uh....uh..." Ron was still flushed, and Draco walked over to stand in front of him. He took Ron's hands, stroking his palms lightly. Draco knew that that turned Ron on.

"Come on....think about it...your lover, your best friend...together..." he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper. "What could be more erotic?" Draco slipped a hand behind Ron's head, stroking his hair. "You know you want to..." He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against Ron's.

"Mmmm." Ron mumbled against Draco's lips, and Draco felt his hands on his back as Ron stood up to press himself against him. Draco chuckled, his tongue darting out to lick at Ron's lips. He ran his hands over Ron’s back, feeling the dips and ridges of his spine through his shirt. He kissed lightly at Ron’s jaw and neck, his hands dipping down to cup Ron’s rear.

"I’m in." Harry said, suddenly from behind them. Draco chuckled again, pulling his lips away from Ron's. He shifted, so that he was standing next to Ron, his arms still around him. "But don't think this means I like you or anything Draco."

"Of course not." Draco said, grinning wickedly. He held out his hand to Harry, who ignored it and walked so he was standing in front of Ron. Draco scoffed, but stood back. Watching was as fun as joining in, and suddenly the thought of seeing Potter and Ron in a lip lock was very erotic. He sat down on the bed to watch.

Harry reached up to hesitantly touch Ron's cheek with his hand. He brushed his fingers against Ron’s cheek, his thumb rubbing Ron’s chin.

"You sure about this?" he asked. Ron nodded, a shy smile on his lips. Harry licked his lips, and pressed his mouth against Ron's. Draco had to hold back a gasp. Watching Potter press his lips against Ron's, his hand in the redhead's hair, was the most sensual thing he had ever seen. Harry tilted his head, most likely for a better angle. Draco watched as Ron put his hands gently on Harry's back, pulling the black haired boy closer. Both had their eyes closed, as they stood there kissing softly.

They pulled away, both blushing furiously. Draco swallowed hard, all thoughts gone from his mind. He stood up, standing behind Ron. He wrapped his arms around his lover, resting his head on his shoulder. He looked into Harry's eyes, lowering his eyelids seductively. His fingers ran down Ron's front, caressing his chest and stomach. Ron leaned back into him, his hands still resting on Harry's back. Draco turned his head, kissing Ron's neck while his eyes remained locked on Harry's.

"Mmmmm." Ron mumbled, titling his head to expose more of his neck to Draco's warm lips. Draco slid his hand up under Ron's sweater and caressed his smooth, bare stomach. Ron shuddered, and Draco held his other hand out to Harry, who took it this time.

Harry leaned his head down to press his lips against the other side of Ron's neck. Draco twined his finger's in Harry's, nipping lightly at Ron's neck. He squeezed Harry's hand before letting go of it and running his hand down Harry's chest. He could feel little but the fabric of the other boy's Quidditch robes, and tugged at his collar. It was Ron who came to the rescue, undoing Harry's robes and pushing them to the floor.

Harry returned his lips to Ron's, and Draco sighed. He pressed himself firmly against Ron, enjoying the feel of his back against his chest. Not to mention other things pressed against other areas. He rocked his hips slightly, and heard Ron moan. Draco slipped his other hand under Ron's sweater, running his fingers along his ribcage. He pulled away a bit, and pulled Ron's sweater off over his head. Draco let out a small sigh as he ran his fingers along Ron's bare back. He shucked off his own shirt, and pressed himself against his lover again.

Draco kissed Ron's bare shoulder, running his tongue over the smooth skin. Ron shivered, and slipped out from between Harry and Draco.

"What?" Draco asked, his voice husky and deep, but tinged with annoyance. He wasn’t backing out now, was he? Ron flushed a brilliant shade of pink, but he was still smiling shyly. He flicked his eyes from Draco to Harry, and then to the floor. He mumbled something Draco didn't quite catch. Apparently, Harry didn't either.

"Hmmm?" He said, lifting an eyebrow. He looked tousled, and his lips were lightly bruised from kissing. He had taken off his glasses at some point, and his green eyes really were very bright.

"I said I want to see you two kiss." Ron said quietly, and Draco smiled. He tossed his hair, and turned his smile to Harry. The black haired boy nodded, and moved to close the distance between the two of them. Harry placed his hands on Draco's shoulders, turning him slightly. He rubbed his thumbs over Draco's shoulders and upper arms. There was a sly twinkle in those green eyes, and Draco gave an appreciative smile. Harry was teasing Ron, drawing it out. Draco angled his hips forward, pressing his pelvis against Harry's. The other boy went tense for a moment, and Draco gave a sly chuckle. He trailed his fingers along Harry's arms, feeling the muscles beneath the thin shirt. Quidditch had had an effect on Harry's physique, and a good one.

Draco let his hands wrap around Harry's neck, twining his fingers in the short, soft hairs at the nape of Harry's neck. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Ron, who was watching them with his mouth parted and his eyes wide. Draco made a soft noise in his throat, and turned his attention again to Harry. He licked his lips, the tip of his tongue just flicking out to run slowly over his bottom lip. Harry began leaning his head ever so slowly towards Draco. He could feel the electricity before Harry's lips touched his, and he closed his eyes the moment before their mouths met. It was a closed mouth kiss, Harry just pressing his lips sweetly and innocently against Draco's. His lips were warm, and full, and tasted of hot chocolate. It drove the Slytherin wild.

Draco parted his lips, his hands digging into Harry's neck. But Harry kept his lips closed, brushing them repeatedly over Dracos in soft, butterfly kisses. Draco ground his hips against Harry, trying to press his insistence on the other boy. But Harry just moved to take Draco's lower lip between his, running his tongue ever so softly over it. Draco groaned, grabbing Harry's shirt and gripping the fabric between his hands. He opened his lips against Harry's, and finally the other boy slid his tongue in Draco's mouth.

Draco let his hands slide down and grab the hem of Harry's shirt, tugging it upwards. He wanted Harry bare-chested, wanted to feel his skin on his own. Harry stepped back, and Draco pouted. Harry pulled himself out of the reach of Draco, and slowly peeled his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly aside. Draco moved to take the black haired boy into his arms again, but Harry shook his head, smiling. He stretched lazily, arching his back and stretching his arms over his head. Draco's mouth watered as he took in every detail of Harry's well defined chest and stomach. Yes, Quidditch had had a desirable effect on Harry Potter. Draco longed to run his fingers over the smooth, satiny looking planes of flesh...Harry rolled his shoulders and lazily hooked his fingers in the waistband of his jeans. He ran his hands leisurly down his thighs, and then drew down the zipper of his jeans. Draco's mouth watered as Harry slowly slid the denim off of his hips, revealing dark red boxers. Since when was Potter so....sensual? Well, he always had been a bit of a show o It It only made sense it went in the bedroom as well.

Once Harry's pants were off, he stretched again, twisting his torso to give Draco and Ron a good view of his smooth, pale back. He ran a hand through his untidy black hair, his green eyes flashing. Draco wanted to pounce on him right then and there. Harry smiled at him, and walked slowly over to Draco, his lean hips swinging ever so slightly. He wrapped his arms around Draco, and tilted his head down to run his tongue over Draco's lips. Draco ran his hands over Harry's back, caressing his shoulder blades and spine. And then Harry's tongue was on his jaw, and his neck, and his chest...it fluttered lightly across his skin. Draco bit his lip, fighting back a loud moan. He had had no idea Potter would be so...skilled. And then Harry was drawing down Draco's pants, and his tongue was somewhere that made Draco cry out loudly.

Harry drew back, and Draco wanted to smack that self satisfied grin off of the black haired boys face. But he looked over at Ron, who looked to be thoroughly enjoying this. Draco tossed his head, ignoring Harry. he walked over to where Ron sat, and drew his lover to his feet, pressing his naked form against him. Ron buried his head in Draco's neck, kissing and licking with a fervor. Draco moved against Ron, feeling his lover' erection against his own through Ron's pants. Harry came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Draco and kissing his back and shoulder blades. Draco sighed, feeling Harry's arousal against his back.

Ron's lips left Draco's neck, and then so did Harry's. Draco looked down, and saw the two kissing passionately over his shoulder. Draco closed his eyes, rocking his hips against Ron again. He could feel them against his cheek as they kissed, and felt every movement of their bodies. Draco practically tore Ron's pants off, struggling with the buttons and zipper and belt. Harry helped, their hands fumbling together as they divested Ron of his pants. Draco went a step further, pulling Ron's boxer's down. He felt Harry shifting, and then the warm hardness of his arousal against his back again. Draco closed his eyes against the sensations, Ron's erection rubbing against his own, Harry's lips against his shoulders and his hands holding both him and Ron.

Draco lowered his head to press his lips against Ron's shoulder, and drew his teeth lightly over the redhead's skin. He rocked his hips, feeling Harry tighten his hands as he stroked both Draco and Ron. Draco moaned against Ron's shoulder, thrusting against Ron and Harry. Harry's fingers caressed Draco's hardness, stroking his shaft lightly. Stroking, squeezing, running his nails along it...The sensations were too much for Draco. He came with a strangled cry, biting hard into Ron's shoulder.

"Ow!" Ron exclaimed, breaking the mood a bit. Draco flushed, more from finishing so soon then from hurting Ron.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He heard Harry laughing softly behind him, and Draco quickly disentangled himself from the two of them. He wiped his sweat damped hair out of his eyes, and turned to look at Harry and Ron. Harry had closed the distance between them, his arms wrapped lightly around Ron's waist. Draco almost thought he could get hard again, watching the two of them. He admired the smooth line of Harry's hip, his well muscled thighs, calves, and buttocks. he was shorter then Ron, who's lean figure was toned and slim.

"How do you want to do this?" Harry was asking, smiling into Ron's eyes.

"Here." Ron said, and Draco could see him flush. Ron knelt down, and took Harry's erection in his hands, rubbing it lightly. Draco was pleased to see that the other boy wasn't quite as well endowed as himself. But thoughts of superiority soon fled his mind as Ron closed his lips around Harry's hardness. Draco felt stirrings in his loins as Ron moved his mouth slowly and seductively over Harry. He didn't feel jealously, watching his lover go down on Potter. Instead he found it positively erotic. And so did Harry, apparently. His hand was twined in Ron's hair, and his head was thrown back, his eyes closed. Ron was now using his tongue, licking slow circles around Harry's shaft. Draco found he was hard again, and bit his lip as he reached down to stroke himself. Ron pulled back, standing.

"The bed." he whispered, taking Harry's hands. the black haired boy nodded, pulling Ron close for a kiss before letting himself drop back onto the bed languidly. Harry stretched, writhing on the sheets, and then pulled Ron down on top of him. The curtains were drawn back, and Draco had a perfect view.

Ron stretched out over Harry, straddling his hips. He leaned down, his lips closing over Harry's neck, sucking hard. Draco saw Ron's hand disappear between his thighs, and heard Harry moan loudly. He watched as Harry arched himself upwards, and Ron rocked his hips downwards. He could imagine Ron's hand wrapped around both of them, his fingers teasing and stroking. Harry was moaning continuously, his head tossed back against the pillow. Ron's lips and moved to press against harry's, and Draco could see their tongues sliding against each other. Harry was gripping the sheets as he arched up further, making noises of pleasure into Ron's mouth. And Ron was moaning as well, and moving faster. Draco bit his lip, increasing the rhythm of his own hand as he watched his lover and his friend intertwined on the bed.

He couldn't tell who finished first, it looked as though they came together. Harry let out a strangled cry and twisted his head to bury it against Ron's neck. Ron threw back his head, his eyes squeezed shut. Then the redhead collapsed on top of Harry, panting heavily. Draco finished himself off, sinking back on the bed he was sitting on.

No one spoke for a while. Draco let out a long, satisfied sigh. Ron and Harry lay together on the bed, regaining their composure. Then Ron rolled over, fishing around in his bedside drawer.

"Here." He said, and Draco saw him hand Harry a few napkins. Draco rose, grabbing some himself. The only drawback to sex was the mess. He cleaned himself, and sat on the bed with Harry and Ron.

"Wow." Harry said, smiling widely.

"You know, I think that's exactly what Ron said his first time, too." Draco said. "Just about sums it up." He stretched, grinning at both Harry and Ron. He rose, pulling his pants back on. Harry and Ron got dressed as well, not really talking.

"I think you missed practice." Ron said suddenly, and Harry laughed.

"I think you're right. It was worth it though." he smiled, putting his glasses back on. "Uh...so."

"Yes, well, again I'll remind you not to mention this to anyone." Draco said.

"Not a problem." Harry assured them. "I better go find Alicia and apologize for not coming back. I'll tell her I got lost, or detention or something. I'll see you later. Bye." he gave them a wave, and trotted out of the dorm.

"Enjoy that?" Draco asked, snuggling up against Ron.

"Oh yeah." Ron said, pulling Draco close. "I think I'm gonna be dreaming about you and Harry kissing for a long time."

"Good." Draco said, kissing Ron's neck softly. "Still want to meet me in the tower tonight?

"Hells yes!"

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