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Voldemort Goes Back To School	By : KisaraP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 38062 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Voldemort Goes Back To School:

Chapter 4:

Acceptance?: Gryff's POV:

"Hey, mate, what's so interesting at the Slytherin table?" Ron questioned Harry, who sat between him and Hermione.

Harry's head snapped to the right to look at Ron, "Wha-? Oh, er, nothing?"

Ron raised an eyebrow and leaned over the table more to catch Hermione's eye in question before replying. "Um, did you just answer my question with a question?" he asked Harry in confusion.

Harry flushed at Ron's catch, "…Er, no?" He kept his gaze on the redhead’s face, though he could almost feel Hermione rolling her eyes behind his head.

"Hmm, were you looking for that new student? Evan, you said his name was?" she asked slyly.

Harry whipped around to look at her. "Wha-? I, No! W-Why would I be look-looking for him?"

Hermione was grinning, "Ohhh, so you noticed he was missing then…"

"…I…er…" Harry stuttered out, trying to find some excuse for how he had noticed Evan was not sitting at the Slytherin table other than if he had specifically been looking for him.

"And you were late for lunch! And we saw you follow Evan after Transfiguration…" Hermione rationalized in a sing-song tone of voice. "Sooo…? What Happened!" she demanded.

Harry felt his face flame as he recalled what had happened after following Evan. He couldn't even believe it himself! He had had a plan. The plan was to clear the air, to tell Evan that he, Harry Potter, was straight, and that he was in no way attracted to him or any other bloke. He knew this! And yet, once they had gotten into the room, and as soon as he and Evan had sat on that red couch…and then Evan had put his hand on his knee…all his plans had been destroyed faster than his broomstick!...

The kind he rode!...

In the air!...

Harry inwardly cringed as all sorts of sexual thoughts involving Evan somehow kept coming back to him like a Dobby-possessed-blugger. Had he always been this…horny? It was strange, he never recalled himself being so attracted to someone before…or doing anything so…quickly…with anyone else, ever! So…what was it about Evan that made him…behave…this way? And what was so strange, was that at least when he was away from Evan, his mind seemed a bit clearer, but as soon as he was close to him, …he felt like he was out of control!

Maybe if he couldn't control himself, he should just try to keep his distance from Evan…maybe…But somehow he was worried about Evan, because he wasn't at lunch, even though he said he would be, and now it was almost over! Maybe Evan was just as freaked out by what they had done as he was and had decided to skip?

Ever the good Gryffindor, Harry wanted to make sure Evan was ok…even though it had been the other boy who had taken things farther…with the whole…knee…thing… Harry blushed harder at the recollection.

"Harry? Why is your face flushed?" Hermione asked abruptly.

"…Sunburn?" Harry replied lamely.

Hermione huffed and Harry heard Ron snicker behind him.

"Harry James Potter! Do not lie to me! You've been inside all day!" she replied indignantly.

Harry groaned inwardly. It seemed that Hermione just wasn't going to let up on this one. He pushed his plate away and 'thunked' his head down on the table.

"I think he broke him," Ron stated as he observed Harry's deflated form.

Hermione giggled at that statement, because she knew Ron had absolutely no idea exactly what his statement implied. Stifling her laughter, she then replied, "Hmm, I think Evan broke him too…Or maybe just took something from him as a souvenir?"

Harry's head shot up from the table, "Hermione!" He exclaimed as his face turned all sorts of red.

Grinning, all she replied was, "I thought so!"

"I didn't say anything!" Harry protested.

"Wait, souvenir?" Ron inquired.

"Oh, Ron… I'll tell you what certain verbal terms of art mean when you're older," Hermione promised as she shook her head, quoting a Muggle witty phrase, knowing that he wouldn't get it.

"Umm, ok…" Ron replied, before turning back to his plate and quickly cramming the rest of the food into his mouth before they had to leave to their next class.

Facing Harry again, Hermione asked, "So, you want to know where he is…are you going to find him after class?"

Hesitating a moment, because he really thought that putting distance between them would be the best idea, given his state of mind, Harry replied, "I'm…sure I'll see him at dinner, so then I'll know he's…ok."

Pausing briefly, and considering that she didn't know to what extent things had transpired after their Transfiguration class, Hermione pressed, "What if he doesn't come to dinner?"

"…Then…I'll go find him…but…just…make sure he's ok," Harry stated, hoping his conviction of 'just' held.

Hermione nodded minutely, satisfied for now with his answer, although she hoped that he would be able to confide in her in the near future. She was certain that he was just as attracted to Evan as Evan appeared to be attracted to him, but until Harry came to terms with it…there wasn't too much else she could do but offer her support and generally inquire into their ‘affairs’.

After finishing the rest of their lunch in silence, except for Ron's loud chewing, the trio gathered up their things and headed to their next class.

****

Searching for Something in the Library

Upon looking up references, Voldemort figured he could at least start in the Non-Restricted Section since there were things there that were worth looking into. If he did not find what he needed, he would then wait for more people to leave the library before making his way to the Restricted Section, by force if necessary.

Going to the back of the library to the section of 'Magical Transformations of the Body', he noticed that the bookcases here had books on the shelves from the waist up, but below that were long planks of wood parallel to the floor and that wrapped around the bookcases, forming a long thin table. Underneath this long table were chairs. How convenient, I can do my research alone without being bothered!

Studying the shelves, Voldemort began picking books out that he thought might be helpful: ‘Transformations Caused by Using Potions’, ‘Transformations Using Blood’, ‘Transformations Requiring a Sacrifice’, ‘Transformations and Their Effects’, etc.

As he went down the line of relevant bookshelves, he opened one book in particular that interested him: ‘Transformations Caused by the Use of Animal Ingredients’. In Voldemort's mind, his transformation, or should he say 'Resurrection', was a two-step process; the first step was becoming that skeleton child-like form, which used parts of a stillborn baby, unicorn blood and milk from Nagini amongst other non-animal ingredients, and then the second step was what he looked like after his Resurrection in the graveyard during the Triwizard Tournament, which included a bone from his Father, flesh from his servant (Wormtail), and blood of his enemy (Harry Potter). Although most people don't consider humans to be 'animals', for purposes of transformations and potion-making, they were.

So any one of these 'animals' (his Father, Wormtail, Harry, or the stillborn baby) could be the cause of why he was feeling this way. Or, the urges he was having for Harry could be the result of one of the non-animal ingredients… or some sort of unforeseeable interaction between them, though this was less likely. But first, he would start by analyzing each individual animal ingredient first. Then, if he found nothing of significance, he would then look at the non-animal ingredients, and finally the interactions between ingredients.

Sighing inwardly, Voldemort spotted another book that might prove useful and reached for it.

"You weren't at lunch or dinner," a voice stated calmly behind him.

Voldemort whirled around in shock, "You!"

Harry quirked an eyebrow, "Yes… me.…So…did you ever eat?" He covertly folded his Marauder's Map and put it in his pocket.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes before whirling back towards the bookshelf, wondering if the parchment that Harry was failing to conceal had helped the boy find him. It was a good thing that the Dark Lord had thought ahead and had already performed a powerful spell on himself to make any magical artifact identify him as 'Evan Farley' rather than 'Tom Riddle'. Otherwise, his identity could have easily been discovered by the present Hogwarts staff or by Dumbledore if the old fool had returned sooner than expected.

Dismissing the parchment, the Dark Lord tried to look as if he was continuing his search, hoping that Harry would just leave him alone…so nothing like what had happened before with him would repeat. "No,” he said shortly.

"Why not?" Harry pressed, wanting to just make sure that Evan really was ok.

Twitching in irritation, Voldemort snapped, "It's really none of your business, now is it? I got distracted if you must know! Now I have work to do, so kindly show yourself out," he finished in a mocking tone.

Harry was taken aback by Evan's harsh attitude, the boy had been much more affectionate and…responsive to him earlier. Flushing and becoming aroused at the reminder, Harry was sure that given the right touch, he could have Evan responding to him just like before.

His mind began fogging over again, replacing his earlier plan of 'going to find Evan just to make sure that he was ok’, with a new plan: getting the same responses out of the Slytherin like he had earlier that day in that red couch classroom.

Leaning in closer to Evan so that his chest was pressed against his back and so that his mouth was right by Evan's ear, Harry whispered, "And what was it that you got distracted with?"

Voldemort felt shivers of heat course through him as he felt Harry's breath against his overly sensitive neck. Draco had licked and sucked on that spot, and before that, Harry had done the same.

Whirling back to face Harry and dropping the book he had just pulled out, Voldemort placed his hand over his neck, hoping to prevent another hot brush of breath against it. "As I said: None of your business…Now go."

Harry wasn’t sure if Evan was playing hard to get, or if he was really trying to focus on studying, or whether he had done something to upset Evan. He wanted to find out immediately. The first thing he would need to do was get Evan away from his precious search of the dusty library bookshelves.

Harry stepped closer so that his chest was flush against Evan's chest, slowly sliding a leg between the other boy’s. Harry immediately felt a response jerk against his thigh and smirked. He tried to push some more of Evan's hot buttons, "Did you make yourself come? Is that what 'distracted' you? Thoughts of what I did to you maybe?"

Honestly, it wasn't only Voldemort who was shocked by the almost unexpected, outrageous, expressly lewd things coming out of Harry's mouth. It was enough to make Harry himself blush, but there was just something about Evan that pushed him to do and say things he never thought he would! He wasn't sure if he should be thrilled or scared by the changes that the other boy seemed to elicit in him. Well, either way, it was too late to back out now…

Feeling Harry's thigh pressed against the still very sensitive part of his body, Voldemort tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. The long table that wrapped around the bookshelf was already digging into his lower back. "No! H-Harry…you don't understand! I think… I think I might be… sick," he protested, hoping that this lame excuse would make Harry leave him alone.

Harry paused at that, not certain what to say, but obviously concerned. "Oh, really? What's wrong? You, er, seem, just fine to me…" he trailed off as he felt something pressing insistently against his thigh. Looking down, he saw Evan's erection outlined against his robes.

Embarrassed now, Voldemort tried a new tactic, telling Harry just enough to get him to stop teasing him, "No, it's not like… it's just… I…" he paused to swallow, "I feel aroused all the time!" He got out in a huff, face flushed by his embarrassing predicament.

Staring for a moment, Harry burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" The Dark Lord protested.

"Ahahaha, y-yesss, it isss, hahaha," was all Harry managed.

Fuming that the Boy-Who-Lived-Who-Should-Just-Go-And-Die-Right-Now was laughing at his immensely awkward situation, which was literally growing every time Harry or Draco got too close to him, Voldemort shoved at Harry's thigh with both his hands, knocking it out from between both of his. He then turned his back on Harry and crossed his arms across his chest.

After managing to stifle his laugher, Harry stepped up behind Evan and wrapped his arms around him. Feeling Evan struggle a bit, Harry just held tighter, thinking he was just a bit upset about him laughing, but he couldn't help it! "Evan…you're not sick…I don't pretend to know what Durmstrang was like…but that just means you're turned-on," he replied huskily into Evan's ear. A brief flicker of consciousness registered in his mind that like Evan, he himself seemed to be 'aroused all the time' as well. But this thought was now squashed by more pressing concerns.

"So instead of complaining and resisting, you should turn around, and do something about it," Harry continued persuasively as he moved one hand down from Evan's arm, trailing it down the Slytherin's flanks, slowly stroking the area right above Evan's partially hardened cock.

"Hhhuuu…H-Harry…" the Dark Lord moaned, feeling the uncontrollable urges in his body rear up again as he instinctively thrust his hips up and forward, trying to get Harry's hand to move lower.

Thrilled that his… new plan seemed to be working, Harry replied, "Nope, I'm not going to do what I know your body wants me to do right now…unless, you promise to not avoid me again”. If Evan would agree to this, the Gryffindor would be able to pull a lot more similar responses from the other boy in the future.

"H-Harry, unnn… p-please…." Voldemort heard himself beg his long-time enemy, his intention to research beginning to fly right out of his mind.

"Promise me! I know you crave this! I…I can see how you respond to me…how you sound… how you look…" Harry paused to breathe, feeling himself harden at his own words and at the sounds Evan was making right now. A small part of his consciousness was shocked that he would want Evan to make such a promise, especially when only earlier, he had promised himself that he was going to limit contact with the boy due to the intense… urges… he felt whenever he was around Evan. However, this small part of Harry's mind was again silenced by the larger part that just wanted to wring more responses from him.

Harry continued speaking into Evan's ear, "How you thrust your hips whenever I touch anywhere near your cock." That was exactly what Evan was doing now as he tried to get Harry's hand to move lower.

Voldemort's resolve was crumbling. He had wanted to stay clear of Harry until he could figure out what exactly was wrong with his body. And the only way to figure out what was wrong with his body was to do research, which had led him to the library in the first place. How in the world could he have anticipated that Harry would be in the library too! He had heard the boy was rarely to be found here! If Voldemort had known, he would have cast a Disillusionment charm on himself. Although he supposed that Harry's lack of respect for authority was somewhat generally correct, since he was doing this to him in the back of the library.

While his thoughts distracted him, Voldemort suddenly felt Harry drag a single finger down so it passed over the tip of his overly sensitive hard shaft to just barely rest on its base before dragging back up slowly.

"Nnn! H-Harry!" He cried out hoarsely as his hips thrust forward, trying to get that same stimulation.

"Sayyyy you'll stop avoiding me! Just say it! And I promise I'll give you what you want…and more," Harry coaxed, slowly dragging his finger down and up again.

"Unnnhh! Oh…nnn, ok! Ok, I won't…I wo— ahhh!" The Dark Lord’s surrender was cut off when Harry's hand suddenly dipped lower and squeezed his dripping length before sliding up and swirling his thumb over the sensitive head.

"Ohhhnn, E-Evan… you have no…idea, what you do to me…when you're like thisss," Harry whispered, using his body and other hand to guide Evan's hips such that he was pressed up against the table. Doing this prevented Evan from escaping, not that Harry thought he would try, and not that he'd actually prevent the boy from leaving if Evan had actually wanted to leave. Pushing Evan up against the table resulted in Harry’s own hard cock being pressed more firmly against Evan’s arse.

"Nnggg! Ha-Harry!" Voldemort gasped, instinctually shifting his hips back, seeking more stimulation from the sensations that Harry's hardened length pressing into the crevasse between his legs incited.

Harry inhaled sharply at the stimulation his cock was receiving from those hips. He hastily removed his hand from Evan’s length and quickly pulled the buttons on the boy’s robe loose. Harry then placed his hand directly on Evan's skin, just below his chest, and slowly started trailing his hand downwards. At the same time, he began thrusting his hips shallowly in a continuous rhythm against Evan. "Ev-Evan, ahhh, do…you… nnhhaa, l-like…th-thisss?" Harry gasped out.

The Dark Lord shivered and moaned, pressing himself backward into Harry's hard shaft as he realized that yes, he really did like this.

Harry took that moan as a 'yes'. He dipped his hand lower, undoing the button on Evan's trousers and then pulling the zipper down. Harry brushed his fingers alongside the Slytherin’s hard length through the boy’s boxers once before taking hold of the fabric on either side of Evan’s hips and shoving his trousers and boxers down, leaving Evan's cock completely exposed and his arse covered only by the back of the boy’s opened robe.

Wrapping his arm around Evan again, Harry grasped the boy's exposed cock firmly and began stroking up and down it, matching the same pace as their hips.

"Aaahhn…nnnhhh…s'good…d-don't…st—" Voldemort found himself pleading against his will as he was overcome by Harry's ministrations.

"Evan! Are you back here! Are you really doing resear—" they both heard a familiar voice say, as the one to whom the voice belonged suddenly came into view and ceased speaking upon seeing what exactly the two of them were doing.

****

What can three do amongst naught but books?

Draco froze upon seeing Evan with his trousers and boxers down and upon seeing Potter’s chest pressed up against Evan’s back while the Gryffindor clasped the boy’s slickened length in his hand.

Harry froze as well, blood draining from his face. He couldn't believe that his childhood nemesis had caught him in such a compromising situation! He could only begin to stutter out, "I…th-this…M-Malfoy…this…is-isn't…"

Before Harry could get any further in his explanation, he felt Evan thrust his hips back against him, continuing to moan.

"Ha-Harry! D-Don't…ahhnn…s-stop…p-please…I…nnggg….n-need…" The Dark Lord heard himself beg, almost out of his mind with pleasure as he thrust back against Harry and then forward into the boy’s slickened hand, not even caring that Draco was now watching them.

Groaning at the resumed stimulation against his still clothed cock, Harry couldn't believe that Evan wanted to continue doing this even though he was sure that Evan had seen Malfoy arrive. But the blond had already seen them…right? So, it's not like there was any harm in continuing now was there? It was already too late.

While continuing to stare at Malfoy to gauge his reaction, Harry resumed stroking up and down Evan's still thrusting shaft as he resumed thrusting his hips against the crevasse of Evan's backside.

Draco felt his mouth go dry when he witnessed not only what the two were doing, but also when he clearly heard Evan beg Potter not to stop. The blond watched Potter obey as the Gryffindor moved his hand along his new friend's dripping length.

"Yeesss….Har—….sooo…nngg…ggsss…" the two boys heard Evan groan, as Draco saw and as Harry felt Evan thrusting his hips back hard against Harry.

Hearing and seeing Evan and Potter together made Draco instantly hard, his breath becoming shallow just watching how hot the two of them were together.

Even through his lust-filled haze, Harry could clearly see Malfoy still standing there. He had thought that Malfoy would be repulsed by what they had been doing, especially since it was with the blond’s seemingly new best friend. Instead, Malfoy was staring back at them with lust-filled eyes and had a clear tent forming in the front of his trousers.

For some reason, knowing that his school-nemesis was turned-on by what they were doing together fueled Harry's Gryffindor courage and pushed him to take things further than he ever thought he would have considered before. Harry hoped that Evan wouldn't mind, but based on what they were currently doing, he doubted the Slytherin would.

Turning back to Evan, Harry used his left hand to first push the boy further over the table and then pull the Slytherin’s robes up over his back, so that Evan’s arse was exposed to his and Malfoy's sight.

Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from Malfoy. Motivated by that sound, Harry turned towards the blond. He couldn’t believe what he himself was about to do. Harry switched hands on Evan, using his left hand to stroke the boy’s shaft while bringing his right hand, which was partially slickened by Evan's arousal, up to his lips. The Gryffindor then proceeded to suck on his own fingers, further slickening them. Harry moaned around his fingers as he tasted the salty-sweetness that was Evan’s arousal, for the first time.

Draco echoed Harry’s moan when he saw Harry sucking the pearly liquid from his fingers, clearly enjoying the taste. Draco was so hard now, that it was becoming torture to remain in the somewhat tight trousers he had put on earlier. Figuring that since Harry and Evan were already doing this, it wouldn't really matter if he removed his own trousers…right?

Striding down the isle towards Evan and Potter, Draco jerked his belt loose from its loopholes, undid the button of his trousers, jerked the zipper down, and hurriedly stepped out of his trousers. Draco gasped as the material passed over his hard and already leaking shaft.

Upon feeling a surge of lust and pride that the things he was doing with and to Evan were enough to get his arch-nemesis hot enough to disrobe in front of him, Harry removed his now fully slicked fingers from his mouth and turned back to take in Evan's upturned backside that his clothed cock was thrusting up against.

Panting at the thought of what he was about to do, Harry gasped out, loud enough for the other two boys to hear, "E-Evan…Spread… your… legs.”

"Nnnggg… H-Harry…uunnhh—" Voldemort moaned and jerked upon hearing Harry's command. A minuscule portion of his rational mind surfaced briefly, trying to tell him to say no, to stop this insanity while he had the chance, but everything Harry was doing to his body quickly silenced that part. No matter how much he fought with himself, he just couldn't overcome his body's inescapable urge to get Harry to drive him to release by any means necessary.

Still thrusting into Harry's left hand, the Dark Lord shifted his feet farther apart, knowing it would leave his most intimate parts entirely exposed to the Gryffindor. He groaned at the thought that Harry wanted to see him like this and do these things to him…even though in the back of his mind he knew that Harry didn't actually know that he was 'the Dark Lord'.

"P-Potter…wha-what are y-you—" Draco stuttered out between heavy pants just from watching them, wondering whether Potter was actually going to do what it sounded like he was about to do.

Harry looked back at Malfoy and though flushed and thrusting against Evan, he managed to tell him breathlessly, "M-Malfoy…c-cast a…unnnhh…s-silencing…ch-charm..."

The usual Draco would have told 'Potty' to go fuck himself and say that he couldn't order him around and how dare he try…but seeing as Potter was already fucking himself, and seemed to be about to fuck someone else too…he decided that he would allow Potter to order him just this once, especially since it was for a good cause: Driving Evan to climax and getting to listen to him moan and thrust his hips like that, making Draco himself hard and dripping as a result. Draco grabbed his wand, and cast the silencing charm Potter had requested.

Upon hearing Draco’s spell, Harry’s gaze flicked towards Draco. He saw the blond walk towards them, stopping only a foot away. The Gryffindor grinned widely at him before turning back to Evan.

Harry brought his still slickened hand down to Evan's backside and for the first time, touched the tips of his two fingers to the top of the deep crevasse between Evan's arse, slowly dragging them downwards.

"Ohhhh! Gggddsss! Ha-Harry! P-Please, I…annhhh…I…can't…unnnggg…" Voldemort heard himself literally shout at the stimulation of Harry's fingers against such a sensitive area. Knowing exactly where those fingers were headed, the Dark Lord knew that his body wanted Harry's fingers inside of him now and that he couldn't wait a second longer. Voldemort thrust his arse into the air, trying desperately to get Harry's fingers to touch his entrance.

Harry could not believe how sensitive Evan was just from his trailing his fingers back and forth along his exposed crack. He had to force himself to stop thrusting up against Evan because otherwise he would come just from seeing Evan thrusting his arse up high into the air and listening to the boy’s pleas, long before he got the chance to put his fingers inside of him.

"Ev-Evan…uhmm, Merlin… y-you are ssooo… fucking…sexy," Draco heard himself moan out as he literally had to wrap a hand around the base of his cock to keep himself from coming.

"P-please! Ha-Harry! In—Inside of….unnhhhgg…Inside of…me….unnggg…" The Dark Lord gasped as he did his best to thrust himself back onto Harry's slick fingers.

Unable to take anymore for fear he would spontaneously come, Harry slowly circled Evan's opening, pressing harder each time he completed a circle and finally pushed one finger inside of Evan.

Voldemort screamed in bliss as Harry's finger slid into him for the first time.

"Yesss!!! Ohhhnnn…Yesss! Ggggdddss! S'good…unnggg….p-please….m-more…I…m-more!" Voldemort keened as he couldn't help but thrust back onto Harry's finger inside of him, fucking himself on the finger of the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Finger-Fuck-The-Dark-Lord's-Arse.

"Uuhhhn, E-Evan…s'tight…" Was all Harry was able to voice. He swallowed deeply before responding to Evan's pleadings, and began shoving his finger back into that tight heat at the same pace that Evan was thrusting his hips back at him. The Gryffindor stepped forward again and began thrusting his hard and weeping shaft into Evan's left thigh at the same time.

"Uuhhh...Fuck…Evan…" Draco groaned as he watched Harry's finger vanishing into Evan on every backward thrust. "Potter…p-put…uhnn, m-more…into him," Draco demanded as he released the tight hold he had on the base of his cock and instead began stoking his cock in time with Evan's thrusting hips.

Harry considered Malfoy's demand through his lustful haze while still shoving his right finger in and out of Evan’s arse. "Y-You too, th-then.”

"Wh-What? " Draco questioned, not understanding why Harry was talking when he should be shoving more fingers into Evan's writhing body.

Harry took a shaky breath, trying to speak coherently, "M-Malfoy…uhn, y-you put… one of…of your…uhnn, fingers…inside of…him."

Draco couldn't believe what he had heard. Harry wanted him to shove his own finger in alongside Harry's so they would both finger-fuck Evan? Holy fucking shit, that is so hot!

"M-More! Uhnnng…g-good…b-but…need…uhhhgg…m-more…!" They both heard Evan beg as the boy twisted his hips back against Harry, hard.

This was all the encouragement Draco needed. He shoved two of the fingers of his left hand into his mouth and sucked, slickening them for Evan. Pulling them free, he stood behind Evan slightly to the right, such that Harry was directly on his left, their shoulder's touching. Draco never remembered being so close to Potter unless it was to shove past him in the corridors on purpose, or in a fight. He would have thought being so close to Potter would be revolting to him, but with Evan squirming, keening and begging them to give him 'more', Draco forgot all his petty disputes with Potter.

Sparing a last glance at his arch-nemesis, he stepped up and pressed himself against Evan's right thigh and began thrusting himself against him at the same rhythm that Potter was. The blond then placed his left finger at Evan's twitching opening alongside Potter's. Upon hearing even Potter groan at the sight, Draco felt a wave of intense arousal break through him, provoking him into shoving his slickened finger into Evan's entrance hard, like how he was sure Evan at this point would want it, and immediately began fucking the boy’s tight hole at the same pace as Potter's finger.

"Uhhnn! Y-yesss! Uhhnggg…Ohhhnn…" Voldemort keened in encouragement at the additional feeling of being filled more and feeling another body, presumably Draco's, thrusting behind him.

Draco suddenly recalled something he heard about males who were entered, about how there was something deep inside of a man, which when thrust against, felt unimaginably good and guaranteed turning said man into a writhing and moaning mess. Evan was clearly responding to them with lustful cries and the undulating of his hips, but Draco wondered if there could be even more.

"P-Potter," Draco said shakily, as he felt his release begin to approach, pretty sure Potter was in a similar state.

"Wh-what?" Potter questioned breathlessly as he continued thrusting his fingers into Evan’s tight hole alongside Malfoy’s, which was the most erotic thing ever, especially since he was finger-fucking a writhing boy with his arch-nemesis.

"Shove…ahnn…shove your f…ahnn…finger…in…d-deeper," Draco commanded. The blond took his own advice and began shoving his finger into Evan as deep as he could, changing angles slightly each time he shoved deeper.

"Ahhh! Ohhh gggddss! Y-yess!!! Wh-What…is! Y-yesss! Unnhhh!" Voldemort screamed as Draco's fingers hit something deep inside of him, sending bolts of pleasure firing through him, making him thrust his hips back onto their fingers even harder than before. "D-Don't s-stop….D-don't…uhhnngg…h-harder…yesss!"

Harry immediately felt Evan's insides clamping down on his fingers. Draco had clearly hit something incredibly stimulating inside of the boy. Harry followed Draco's instructions and thrust his finger harder into Evan, trying to remain right beside Draco's.

"Ahhhh! Uhnng! P-please…please…f-fuck me…Fuck me!" The Dark Lord heard himself say, but with no shame as whatever Draco and Harry had found inside of him was the only think he could focus on. The only thought he had in his mind was that he never wanted those fingers to stop…he would give up being the Dark Lord if it would keep those fingers thrusting into him...

Draco couldn't take anymore. He wrapped his right arm around Evan's waist and on every backwards thrust, Draco pulled him back harder against him and Potter, causing more friction between his and Potter’s cocks.

Harry immediately felt the increased pressure against his leaking shaft. Seeing that it was caused by the blond next to him, Harry gasped, "M-Malfoy, unngg…i-if you…"

Knowing exactly what Potter was going to say, Draco responded as he continued thrusting his own hips rhythmically against Evan, "S'ok…uhngg… y-you…were…uhnng… here…l-longer…" The realization then crossed his mind that he was going to witness his arch-nemesis come! This thought made Draco groan as he jerked Evan's hips back harder against them as he turned to watch Potter.

"Unngg…M-Malfoy…unggg…E-Evan…I…I'm….Uhhnggg!" Harry shouted as he thrust erratically against Evan and came against Evan's hips as guided by Malfoy's arm.

Watching Saint-Potter lose himself in bliss with a deep flush on his face and erratically rolling hips, Draco had to admit that to date, it was as fucking hot as fucking Evan with both his and Potter's fingers.

Voldemort realized what was being said behind him and as he felt wet slickness on his left thigh, he realized that Harry Potter, his ultimate enemy, had just reached his climax as brought on by his thrusting hips and as directed forcefully by Draco's arm. The stimulation of Harry's hand suddenly tensing while stroking erratically up and down his cock as the boy came, and from the deep thrusting of Harry and Draco's fingers in his arse… was too much for the Dark Lord to take. "Ohhnnn….unnngg….gggddsss!" Voldemort keened as his release hit him as forceful spurts of pearly liquid shot out from his swelled and glistening cock, spilling over the table and onto the books nearest him.

Feeling Evan’s insides clamping forcefully down on his finger and feeling Evan’s erratic thrusting hips rub forcefully against Draco’s hard slickened length as Evan screamed and rode out his release, was what pushed Draco off the edge, “Uhnnn…E-Evan…P-Pot—…unnhhg….Fuck!”

After all three wizards rode out their releases, they tried regaining the breath they had lost, along with their conscious thoughts that had been almost completely silenced during their… 'activities'.

As consciousness made a come-back… the first thoughts into the boys’ minds were as follows:

Harry: Oh Fuck! We desecrated a Library! Hermione's gonna kill me! Look at those books! They're ruined! With come! Oh please let her not know how to do a DNA analysis on come! Please let her not know how to do a DNA analysis on come!......But…that was awesome! Can't wait to do it again! Oh my fuck that felt fucking good!....But…maybe without Malfoy?...Even though he was fucking incredible! I can't believe he knew how to do that to Evan…Has he done that before? Trust a snaky Slytherin to find that spot deep inside of Evan…damn that was HOT!

Draco: Oh Fuck! I think I'm ruined for marriage! There's no way Pansy or any other bird can compete with this! I can't wait to do this again!...But…maybe without Saint-Potter…I mean…Not-So-Saintly-Potter…on principle…but… he was fucking hot when he came! And it was such a fucking turn-on what he was doing to Evan! I can't believe he had the balls to shove a finger in Evan's arse right in front of me! Damn that Gryffindor Courage is HOT!... Does that come in a Potion?

The Dark Lord: Save me Slytherin for I have sinned. There is no room for repentance. The only way out… is ritual suicide…which I shall do…as soon as…Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy… remove their fingers from…my arse………….. I would Obliviate myself right now…but if I did…I wouldn't be able to commit ritual suicide later……Oh Slytherin! What in your name is Wrong with ME?!

Trying not to spontaneously hyperventilate, as he had just gotten his breath back, and really didn't want to pass-out in the presence of…Harry and Draco…after having just done…that, Voldemort slowly stood up from where his forearms had been supporting him against the table, hoping that Harry and Draco would kindly get a hint and remove their fingers from his…person.

Lucky for him…for once…they took the hint and removed their fingers from where they rested deep inside of him as 'Evan' stood.

The Dark Lord said absolutely nothing for a moment. He then reached into his robe and pulled out his wand…his real one…made of wood…from a tree…which had grown in the ground…and then Scourgified the table, the books, the rest of the bookshelves that had been…anywhere near him…when he had…yeah… and then performed a robing charm, which caused his trousers and boxers to fix themselves properly upon his body and his robe to re-button fully. He then shrunk and lightened all of the books he had been looking at, and put them in his robe pockets. That being done, he then turned around to face Harry and Draco, not saying anything else.

"Er…Evan? You ok?" Harry asked with a blush on his face, but clearly checking out 'Evan's' body again, even through his robes!

Voldemort didn't answer. What exactly would he say anyway?: Greetings… I'm really the Dark Lord…You fucked me…with your finger…and had one of my Death Eaters help you to Do It……. Muggle Lover! Prepare to die! The mere contemplation of saying such a thing at this point was so catastrophically damaging to Lord Voldemort's consciousness, that he did what no Dark Lord should ever do: He turned and ran!

It was such a shock to Harry and Draco to see Evan take off like that, that they had no chance to act until he was clearly gone. They then looked at each other.....

Awkward ghosts and flying giants!

Their faces heated faster than one of Neville's botched potions.

"Er…that was…" Harry began.

"I…was cursed!" Draco began at the same time.

Harry shot Draco a withering look, "Sure Malfoy…and I'm sure someone also just Accio'd your finger right into Evan's…tight……" Harry couldn't even finish his sentence. The Gryffindor’s face was on fire and his breathing was shallow, he was so embarrassed and horrified to be left alone with Malfoy after doing…that to Evan…and to have Evan run out… on both of them!

Draco very much resembled Harry's present state. "Merlin…I…This…Potter! Potter I swear…if you ever tell anyone about…this….I…I'll…I'll turn you over to the Dark Lord!" He threatened at last.

Harry burst out laughing. "D-Draco…If I ever tell anyone about this…I'll turn myself over to the 'Dark Lord'… It would be less painful than whatever the Media will do to me if they find out!" he commented, still laughing at the prospect of him telling anyone about what had happened…even Hermione…because of the books!

Draco sniffed in a manner he thought befitted a pureblood who had found himself in such an unlikely and uncomfortable situation. "Well, then we are in agreement…See you around…Potter," was all the blond said as he quickly grabbed his wand, Scourgified himself, and hastily pulled on the rest of his clothes and took off, leaving Harry behind.

Sinking down to the ground, his head held in his hands, Harry didn't even bother to clean himself up at first, he was too lost in thought. How the Fuck did this all happen exactly? Me AND Malfoy? Really? And then…before…Evan had mentioned he thought his was Sick? What is that about? Maybe we're all sick?! It's contagious! And….And E-Evan…that's where Malfoy and I got it from!…This…this 'Sexual Insanity'…And… there must be a Cure!...Evan was in here doing research…So…maybe if we just…talk to him…we'll find the Cure! Yes! Ok…I'll just wait until tomorrow to talk to Evan and Malfoy about it…Right…So I have a plan!

Satisfied, Harry too got up, Scourgified himself, and walked out of the library, heading to the ticklish pear picture, the one which led to the kitchens, for a much needed late-night snack…he had worked up quite the appetite!

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