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Harry Potter and the Raunchy Order of the Phoenix	By : rissa Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Then, suddenly-- or was it slowly? Harry discovered that he couldn't remember more than a few seconds ago --the mouth that had been soothing him was at his neck, licking, nibbling, sucking, and the hands that had been in his hair were wandering over his whole body, caressing him gently. Harry lay back onto the table and began to give in to the moment, forgetting both the past and the future...

The lips detatched themselves from Harry's neck, uttering a soft sigh. From within the mist of the calming potion, the Gryffindor thought he heard the other man's zipper going down and a fumbling of cloth. He wondered vaguely how he'd come to be wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt himself, and forgot the curiosity almost immediately as he heard a sigh.

"Ohh...Harry, you've made me wait too long for this..." Who was that? Tom? What was he waiting for? Did it matter? Suddenly a hand was at his rear, with something soft, almost liquid, and sticky...Harry's thoughts, incoherent as they were, melted away as one finger entered him softly, gently. Arching back slightly, the boy's erection grew to its full length as the finger probed him softly. Harry let out a soft moan, and Tom smothered his mouth in a kiss, his tongue exploring the young boy's mouth in rhythm with his finger. Tom slipped a second finger in and began preparing Harry's entrance in earnest, his kiss become more and more frenzied as he came closer and closer to getting his heart's(?) desire. At last, Tom put his waiting cock up against Harry's rear and--

To this day, Harry only remembers the next few minutes in such words as follow:

"HOLY SHIT!" Door. Slam. Draco. Other people. Pause. Wands. Wand? I'm naked, aren't I? Horrors. Aurors. Shirt? Bodies. "FATHER?!" Curses. Tears. Words. Naked. Tom. Death. Arms. Lips. Where? Sleep...

Unable to comprehend everything that was going on with the potion still acting within his blood, Harry fainted dead away.

* * *

Harry uttered a groan at the oh-so-familiar sight of the infirmary at ngiht, completely recognizable despite the fact that he lacked his glasses. Sitting up, the boy fumbled around for the aforementioned spectacles, when they were quite suddenly places on his face by foreign hands. Blinking at his sudden ability to see, Harry glanced at the hands and followed the path up the arms, to the neck, to the face...

"Draco?"

"What'd you think, the glasses fairy?"

"Glasses fairy, Malfoy fairy, it's all good...what happened?" Harry tried to remember what he'd done to be tossed onto a hospital wing cot this time. "Quidditch?" Draco shook his head. "Dementors?"

"Nope."

"...Snape?"

"Thank god, no. If it'd been him..."

"If what'd been him?"

Draco sighed. "Well, when we arrived in the library, we found you, drugged on a mixture of a Confundus and a Calming potion, almost completely naked on a table, and about to be fucked up the arse by You-Know-Who."

"Guh?"

"And we found my father, and he was dead."

"..." Hands. Zipper...blonde...The memory right before Voldemort came in struck Harry like lightening.

"...! You know! You know why the Dark Lord killed him! Tell me!" Draco jumped on the bed and grabbed at Harry's shirt.

"I...he...he tried..." Harry stared through Draco, the fright he'd felt at the time Lucius tried to rape him causing him to zone out. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"He tried...what?" When Harry didn't answer, Draco let go of the shirt and sighed. "I thought that might have been it. Voldemort--" the word was spat out with disgust where it had once been graced with reverence --"doesn't like other people touching his things."

Harry, meanwhile, was still trying to piece together what happened. "Then you..and..aurors?" Suddenly realizing how inconsistant this seemed, Harry finally met the blonde boy's eyes. "You brought aurors?"

A smirk made its way across Draco's face as the blonde leaned in to plant a kiss on the other boy's neck. "I like people touching my things even less than Voldemort does." Harry flushed and pushed Draco backwards, topping him on all fours and about to begin returning the show of affection, when the sound of a throat clearing. Both boys glanced up, only to see Professor Dumbledore at the foot of the bed. Conjuring a chair, the old man-- who seemed greatly aged since Harry last saw him --sat down.

Dumbledore lowered his hands and surveyed Harry through his half-moon glasses. "It is time," he said, "for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry, please sit down. I am going to tell you everything." Harry, still blushing, leaned backwards into a sitting position. Draco gave the elderly wizard a disdainful glare before turning and leaning backwards into Harry's lap protectively.

"No doubt you have wondered why Voldemort has wanted you and your family dead all this time, Harry." Harry blinked, still disoriented from his ordeal with the potion. Or maybe it was just his growng erection?

"Er. Well, yes, but..." Having Draco squirming slightly in his lap wasn't helping, either.

"Voldemort was told that the Heir of Gryffindor would defeat him. Due to the death of your father, you are the heir of Gryffindor, Harry."

Vague recollections of learning about Parseltongue flashed through Harry's head as he wondered what kind of spiffy inheritance he'd be getting from this. "Oh?"

"Professor Trelawny was once a fortune teller for hire, down at Hogsmeade. You may have noticed that she has very little control over her prophesying. Once someone went to her trying to find out if his child would be male or female, and she told him that the Heir of Gryffindor would cause the downfall of the Dark Lord Voldemort. As I didn't want that spread around too fast, I hired her as the Divination teacher here. But it was too late, and Voldemort decided he'd better slaughter your family."

Draco suddenly swung his legs around, sitting in Harry's lap almost like a baby, except he was stretching out. A bit of his torso stuck out from the bottom of his shirt. Harry turned, if it was possible, even redder. "Guh?"

Oblivious to, or perhaps just ignoring the discomfort in Harry's tone, Dumbledore nodded sadly and continued. "What he didn't know was that there is a talent passed through Gryffindor genes, rather like Parseltongue, that causes them to be better at deflecting curses. Though no Gryffindor had ever deflected an Avada Kedavra before." Draco flipped over onto his stomach and wiggled slightly. Harry stifled a gasp as their groins teasingly almost touched. "We assume your mother's sacrifice is what saved you. At any rate, Voldemort assumed that the prophecy meant that you would cause the downfall directly..but as it turns out, you seem to have had a more subtle role to play..." Coughing, Dumbledore stood and smiled. "I shall leave you two for now. But gentlemen...try not to stay up too late. It's already three in the morning." With a wink, Dumbledore departed.

Harry pounced on the blonde before the door had even finished shutting, planting soft, teasing kisses all over his lover's body.

"Harry...ooh, not that I'm complaining but don't you want time to--ah! Sort these things out?"

Harry stopped and blinked. "What things?"

Draco sighed and shook his head. "You didn't hear a word Dumbledore said, did you?"

Harry flushed. "You were only a little bit distracting, thanks!" Harry blinked again. "So what did he say?"

"Basically, Voldemort thought you were going to destroy him because a prophecy said you'd be his downfall, so he tried to destroy you first, but it backfired, and it turned out you really only destroyed him because you were sexy enough to attract him and me both, and I got you first, so when he made a move I had him killed. Got it?"

Harry shook his head. "...I defeated Voldemort by being sxy txy that you were jealous enough to kill him when he tried to seduce me?"

"Basically."

"And here I thought it would be 'cause I'm good at Defense against the Dark Arts..." Draco would have said something scathing, but the Boy who (still) Lived began licking his fingers with alacrity. His last comprehensible thoughts for the evening were Well, we'll talk about it later.
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