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ANOTHER SEQUEL. XDD Now with more sex, and cookies. Dedicated to Daft Fear who reviewed and made me laugh. ^__^ --- Who also has RENT lyrics in their profile!! Also, to thrnbrooke again. ^__^



WARNINGS INCLUDE: mild bondage, sub!Harry, s & m. SEX BETWEEN TWO BOYS. Rough sex, at that, because I've recently become obsessed with masochist harry. If this bothers you, READ NO FURTHER.

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Hermione watched Harry disappear under his invisibility cloak again for the third time in as many days. She followed him out into the hall, and cleared her throat.



"Harry, where are you going?" She asked him, and heard the soft footsteps fall silent.



"Um..." he said. "Out? Why?" He sounded nervous, the way he'd sounded when she asked what he'd said to Malfoy.



"Because you've been really secretive the past few days, and it's not like you. Are you sure he didn't put anything weird in those cookies?" She put her hands on her hips and glowered in the direction his voice was coming from.



"No, um.. Hermione... Nothing weird. Just ... cookie ingredients, you know. Flour. Sugar, that sort of stuff." The footsteps began again, but she would have missed them if she hadn't been listening.



"Look, Hermione, I know you're worried, but trust me, okay? I wouldn't do anything stupid." The footsteps sped up, and she was left yelling at an empty corridor.



"Dammit Harry!" She thought she heard a muffled, "sorry!" echo back at her, and threw her hands up. Then she remembered that Ron still had Harry's map, and hurried into the boy's dormitories.



"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," she told it, tapping the parchment with her wand. The lines started spreading across it, and she hurriedly traced Harry's projected steps away from Gryffindor tower, and found him heading towards the seventh floor before the dot winked out. "Blast!" she swore, realizing he'd gone into the come-and-go room. Well, there was nothing else for it. She'd just have to follow him.



There was a door already there, and she pressed on it, hoping for it to open. At the same time, she'd hex him if he'd gone in for a tryst without locking it, but she was relieved that it was locked. A simple unlocking spell undid it, and she snuck into the most bizarre incarnation of the Room yet. Everything was black, the walls, the carpet, the furniture, and there were hundreds of lit candles everywhere. Harry's cloak was pooled by the door, and she could hear voices from farther in the room, and she picked it up and ducked under it, creeping closer after re-locking the door behind her. Bad enough she was in here spying, if anyone came in and caught them, she'd never forgive herself.



"I made you a batch," Harry was saying. "Without the potion this time, thank you very much."



"I still haven't forgiven you for calling me a mudbl-...muggle born," came Malfoy's unmistakable tones. Harry laughed, and Hermione realized they were just cuddling on the bed. It was a very large bed, and the two of them were curled in the center under black sheets that glinted in the candle-light.



"It was a perfectly natural response. How was I to know you'd stoop to muggle baking to attract my attention? There are far more easier ways to do it. And if I hadn't seen you doing it myself yesterday, I might have believed that you'd gotten house-elves to do it, after all."



"Yes, I know, that's why I had you follow me down into the kitchens." Malfoy's hands moved against Harry's chest, and Harry stiffened, jerking slightly.



"Ah," he murmured. Malfoy nuzzled his throat.



"Did I hurt you?" His voice was surprisingly tender, and Hermione felt her mouth drop open in shock.



"You know I like it," Harry said. "You just surprised me is all."



"How fortunate we are, Harry," Malfoy whispered, moving again. Harry was seemingly ready for it this time, and instead of jerking he moaned. Hermione felt her mouth go dry as she realized what Malfoy was doing with his hands. "So very lucky that you like pain just as much as I like giving it."



"Funnily enough," Harry whispered, and his voice was oddly hoarse. Hermione had seen enough, and scooted back to the door, dropping the cloak where she'd found it, and retreating from the room. She almost forgot to lock it again, but with her hand over her mouth and her panties getting damp, she rushed it and hurried back to Gryffindor Tower.



Harry looked up as the door closed, and snickered. "I knew she'd follow me," he said. "She's just too nosy for her own good."



"Bet we gave her a good show, though," Draco murmured, tweaking Harry's nipple again, harshly. Harry moaned, arching his back into the touch. Draco swatted at his stomach, taking control now that they were alone.



"Did I say you could move?" he demanded, and Harry shook his head. "I think you should be punished..." he added, his voice no more than a whisper. After that first night when the lust-cookies were wearing off Harry, they'd talked. And talked. And talked so much that Harry had gone nearly hoarse by the time they left the next morning, but they'd learned more about one another than either of them had ever guessed at. Such as Draco's dominant streak, and Harry's tolerance for pain. Draco enjoyed seeing people squirm, but he was rapier sharp with his wit and tongue, and had only yesterday discovered the joy of seeing Harry squirm because of what he was doing rather than saying. That was also when they'd begun the game, Harry submitting to Draco 'unwillingly' while Draco doled out 'punishments' for his misbehavior. It was a brand new spark on their usual interactions, and when Draco roughly twisted his nipple and bit down on his shoulder, the endorphin rush was so overwhelming that Harry felt no pain, only a heated spark of pleasure.



"I'm going to tie you down," Draco said, licking at the abused flesh on Harry's chest. "And then I'm going to lick you all over, and if you can't stay still and quiet, I'm going to punish you."



"Yess.." Harry whispered, and pulled his arms up above his head. Draco reached off to the side, and the Room provided him with what he was reaching for. Four elegant, untied Slytherin ties, largest size. Draco made short work of his hands, tying each one to the bedposts. He scooted down Harry's body and tied him spread-eagled to the bed. Harry gave a test pull on his bonds, and nodded. They were tight enough that he couldn't move freely, but loose enough that they didn't cut off circulation.



"If it's too much-" Harry snorted at that, but Draco pressed on, "say 'mudblood.'" Harry nodded. It was the least likely thing for either of them to say during sex, and had been decided on as a safe-word for their activities. Draco reached off the side of the bed and produced a familiar black box. They'd created it the night before, when they were talking it over, and Draco pulled various things out of it now. "You're ready?" Harry nodded, but didn't say anything. He felt completely helpless, tied naked like this, with Draco crouched, equally naked, over his body, ready to do unspeakably wonderful things to him. Harry closed his eyes, prepared to let Draco do whatever. He felt clamps being tightened around his already sensitive nipples, and fought back the urge to twist away from the almost ticklish sensations. Draco gave them a squeeze for good measure, and the jolt went right to Harry's cock. "Oooh," he said. "You'll like this." Harry felt a pressure around his erection, and realized Draco had used a cock ring. "Nothing without my permission," he stated. Harry was panting, anticipation making him squirm. Draco was meticulous about preparing everything, however, and he heard the tube of lubrication being opened, and wondered what was happening. He didn't dare open his eyes, though. Something small and plastic slipped into his arse, and wiggled a bit.



He lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing, still waiting. Draco chuckled and leaned down for a kiss. Harry indulged him, and was taken off guard when a soft word started the thing in his ass vibrating gently.



"Engorgio," Draco murmured, and Harry felt it get bigger. It was now brushing his prostate, and sending tingles up and down his spine.



"Oh.." Harry whispered, and Draco's wand point dug into his side. Another incantation, one Harry didn't recognize, and a soft burning trailed into his body from the wand.



"I've been studying," Draco said smugly, and began drawing patterns with his wand, leaving trails of fire on Harry's skin. Harry twitched, trying not to arch into the touch. He moaned quietly instead. Draco had stipulated he stay still and quiet, but Harry knew he'd never make both of them. Especially when Draco made good on his promise to lick him. A whispered spell, and a comforting pressure wrapped itself around Harry's length, unduluating against him. Another engorgio spell made the vibrator widen inside him, and Harry was almost whimpering. Draco kissed the shell of his ear, licking it gently, and then made his way down Harry's body. Between the cock-ring, the spell that seemed to feel like many hands stroking down his cock at the same time, the vibrator in his ass, and Draco's tongue on whatever bit of skin he could reach easily, Harry was losing his mind quickly.



"Oh god," he cried out as Draco's tongue flicked out and touched the slit at the tip of his member. Draco retaliated by pressing the burning spell to his already tortured nipples which just made the sensations more acute.



"Quiet, Harry," he teased, and resumed licking. Harry couldn't stop the twisting movements of his hips, trying to get more of Draco's mouth on him, and he was rewarded with a small, short electric shock to his side. Harry whimpered, and the vibrator grew again. It was now the size of a normal six inch cock, a little thicker, and still pressing on his prostate and vibrating. If he'd been able to come, he would have then, explosively. The ring blocked his orgasm off, though, driving him higher than he'd ever been before. Thank god for devious Slytherin's who had no trouble asking for what he wanted, and giving it to him. He'd been afraid of asking Seamus of tying him up, much less practically torturing him because it felt good.



Draco pulled away then, just sitting back at the foot of the bed and watching. "I can't believe it took me this long to get up the courage to do anything more than swear at you," he said, and Harry trembled slightly. "You're so gorgeous, lying here like this." Harry heard the whispered charm, and almost cried out. The vibrator was reaching new sizes now, stretching him almost to his limit. He couldn't keep still any longer, but Draco grabbed hold of the end and started pushing it in and out, and didn't expect him to. Harry thrashed as wildly as he could, pulling as his bonds, and his muffled whimpers turned into quiet moans. Another engorgement, and his quiet moans turned into loud cries.



"Should I stop?" Draco asked, sounding a bit worried.



"NO!" Harry shouted, pushing his hips back against the pressure. "Don't stop don't ever stop!" He couldn't get his legs bent enough to get traction on the mattress, and ended up twisting again.



"You sound like you're in pain," Draco said again, and his voice was back to being husky.



"Ungh... um... I like.. pain," Harry gasped out. Draco enlarged it again to the point where it was just breaching uncomfortable for Harry. He spelled the cock-ring off in tandem with a particularly violent thrust of his hand, and Harry was coming harder than he'd ever come before, violent spurts of semen coating his stomach and Draco's hand. Draco removed everything while Harry was coming down from it, giving him a chance to relax.



"I don't understand how you can get off on something that should hurt like hell," he said once Harry was coherent again, and they'd returned to cuddling. He held the now massive vibrator up, and Harry blushed, realizing that it had just been in his ass.



"I don't think you're much for pain," he said, and Draco shook his head.



"No thank you. I'd rather be called a mudblood." Harry chuckled.



"I already apologized for that," he said. "Anway, since you're not like me, I can't describe it to you. But I can show you, in a way. Can you trust me?" Not will you, but can you. Draco nodded.



"Here in this room, I can, but don't ask outside." He replied easily, and Harry turned in his embrace, kissing him. Quickly, he shrunk the vibrator again, to normal size - not as small as it was when Draco first used it, but smaller than it was. He lubed it with the still-open bottle and slid it into Draco's body, flipping it on. Draco immdiately arched against Harry, hissing. "Found it, did I?" Harry asked, moving the vibrator slightly.



"D-dead on," Draco whispered, getting hard again. "Ohhh.. What's this got to do with pain?" Harry let him sit for a few moments with the vibrator against his prostate, until he was nearly gibbering with pleasure. Bending down, he bit at the skin under Draco's nipple a bit harshly, and received only a gasped encouragement. "Higher, Harry," Draco breathed, moaning.



Harry licked at the sensitive skin, and then nipped at it, biting down none too gently against the puckered flesh. Draco moaned loudly. "Again," he ordered, and Harry licked it instead. He took up his wand, and pressed the tip against Draco's body, using the same burning spell, to a lesser degree.



"What's that feel like?" He asked, making patterns and figure-8's. Draco moaned again, louder than ever.



"Mmm..agh.. Heat. Hot. Mmmm.. Very -ah- good." Harry pulled his wand away, and slid down Draco's body, still fucking him with the vibrator. He took Draco's length into his mouth, and sucked on him, alternating with nibbles and licks until he came. Withdrawing the toy, he flipped it off, and cuddled with Draco.



"See what I mean?" Harry said, and Draco said something to the effect of, "Uwahg."



Chuckling, Harry waited until he was coherent, and touched the mild burning spell to his chest again. "OW! FUCK. What the hell?" Draco scowled.



"You didn't mind it when I was fucking you with the toy," Harry pointed out, and Draco blinked. "That's what I feel like all the time. Whether you're fucking me or not, it feels good to me."



"Masochist," Draco said quietly, yawning.



"Sadist," Harry teased right back, holding him close as they both slipped into a nap.



-fin-



XD Hurray for pointless smut!! This was meant to be a one shot, the first chapter, and was not meant to go as far as it did. XDD Thanks for reading! Please review?