Lupercalia, part 30/30
Title: Lupercalia, Hogwarts-style (Part 30/30)
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Theo/Hermione, Ron/Pansy, Seamus/Justin
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, smut
Word count: 865
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: The thirtieth and final part of my gift fic for aubergineautumn, in which Sixth Year students participate in the ancient Lupercalia sex lotto ritual. (For more info, see the first installment.) This installment is dedicated to lilliputian722 as a birthday gift.
Summary: Sixth Year has come to an end, and it's time to say goodbye.
"I think this is the first time I haven't been looking forward to the summer," Draco sighed.
Harry chuckled and angled his head to press a kiss on Draco's lips while giving the other boy's bum a squeeze. He raised his head and said, "You weren't hopelessly addicted to regular shags with me before."
"Git," Draco grinned at him. "I will miss the shags, though."
"What about me?"
"I imagine you'll miss them, too," Draco teased.
"Wanker," chided Harry. "I meant, will you miss me?"
Draco looped his arms around Harry's neck. "Yeah, I will," he admitted, fitting their mouths together for a more thorough snog.
The Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station and began the long journey home.
~*~
"It will seem odd, not seeing you on a regular basis," Theo remarked.
Hermione smiled up at him. "You told me you have a long list of books you'd like to read, which should keep you busy," she replied. Hermione stood on her toes to brush a kiss over Theo's lips. "I'll write every week," she promised. "The time will fly by--you'll see."
~*~
Ron pulled Pansy tight against him, enjoying the softness of her breasts pressed to his chest.
"You're not going to miss me, are you, Weasley?" she mocked in a gentle tone.
"I might," he replied in a gruff voice.
Pansy laughed at him. "Hufflepuff," she teased. "We'll be back for Seventh Year before you know it."
"My hand will get bloody tired by then," sulked Ron.
~*~
"Miss me while we're gone?" flirted Justin, sulky pout in place.
"Yeah, I think I will," Seamus told him before bending close to suck a lovebite into livid bloom on Justin's neck.
~*~
While their friends were busy saying goodbye to their own Lupercalia partners, Harry took advantage of their empty compartment. "Want you," he muttered, caressing Draco through his clothing.
"We can't shag on the train!" Draco protested, scandalized at the thought.
"It's our last chance to shag until Seventh Year," Harry urged. To emphasize his point, he stood and hauled Draco against him, grinding their groins together.
Draco moaned and clutched Harry's shoulders for support. "We'll have...have to make it quick," he gasped.
As Draco spoke, Harry was already pushing him onto the seat. "Roll over, arse up," he instructed, struggling to extract a tube of lubricant from his pocket.
"You planned this," Draco accused.
Harry grinned. "It never hurts to be prepared."
Draco rose to his knees and undid his trousers. He pushed them down his thighs, along with his pants, then dropped to his fours with his pale arse raised high. Harry slathered lubricant on his fingers and worked Draco open. "Hurry," Draco bit out.
Harry pulled his fingers free and tore open a condom. After sheathing himself, he crowded up behind Draco on the too-small seat. Harry guided himself to Draco's entrance and pushed his way inside. He sank deep and groaned, "I'm going to miss this."
"Too bad we can't make it last," Draco puffed. He was rocking back and forth on the seat, meeting each of Harry's short, hard thrusts. Draco dropped to his forearms and reached for his cock. He wanked with choppy motions, rolling his hips to allow Harry to bang his prostate on each stroke.
Harry's movements sped up as the very real possibility of getting caught lent a frantic air to their activity. Teetering on the precipice of climax, Harry thrust in deep and hard.
Draco cursed as his head collided with the window. "Damn it, Harry!"
Harry wasn't able to apologize, caught up as he was in the grip of pleasure. Not until his taut muscles eased did he snicker and say, "Sorry about that."
Draco had more pressing concerns--mainly his own aching cock. He gritted his teeth and resumed wanking. Draco moaned when Harry's hand covered his, and together they stroked Draco to completion. He sagged forward, inadvertently thunking his head on the window again. "Ouch."
"Not our best effort," Harry remarked, pulling free of Draco's hole. He disposed of his condom with a bit of magic while Draco flicked a cleaning charm over them and the cushions. They tugged their clothing into place and settled side by side on the seat.
Draco squirmed to get more comfortable.
"Sore?" chuckled Harry.
"Berk," Draco scowled. "My head hurts worse than my arse."
"You have all summer to heal."
"Yeah," Draco sighed. He didn't sound pleased with the prospect.
Harry scooted closer and nuzzled Draco's neck. "Summer will be over sooner than you think," he soothed. "If you find yourself missing me, send an owl and we'll sneak off for a clandestine rendezvous."
"An excellent suggestion," Draco murmured, leaning against Harry's solid shoulder. He would survive the summer, and before he knew it they would be back at Hogwarts, and he would be back in Harry's bed. There was time enough to worry about the future later. Draco reached for his partner's hand and smiled when Harry linked their fingers together.
~fin~
It's time to put this one to bed, kids. Harry and Draco are now firmly entrenched as a couple, and the others are well on their way to the same fate. Although I may visit this verse again, for now it's finished. Thanks so much to everyone who came along for the ride!
Lupercalia 31
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Theo/Hermione, Ron/Pansy, Seamus/Justin
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex, slash, smut
Word count: 865
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: The thirtieth and final part of my gift fic for aubergineautumn, in which Sixth Year students participate in the ancient Lupercalia sex lotto ritual. (For more info, see the first installment.) This installment is dedicated to lilliputian722 as a birthday gift.
Summary: Sixth Year has come to an end, and it's time to say goodbye.
"I think this is the first time I haven't been looking forward to the summer," Draco sighed.
Harry chuckled and angled his head to press a kiss on Draco's lips while giving the other boy's bum a squeeze. He raised his head and said, "You weren't hopelessly addicted to regular shags with me before."
"Git," Draco grinned at him. "I will miss the shags, though."
"What about me?"
"I imagine you'll miss them, too," Draco teased.
"Wanker," chided Harry. "I meant, will you miss me?"
Draco looped his arms around Harry's neck. "Yeah, I will," he admitted, fitting their mouths together for a more thorough snog.
The Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station and began the long journey home.
~*~
"It will seem odd, not seeing you on a regular basis," Theo remarked.
Hermione smiled up at him. "You told me you have a long list of books you'd like to read, which should keep you busy," she replied. Hermione stood on her toes to brush a kiss over Theo's lips. "I'll write every week," she promised. "The time will fly by--you'll see."
~*~
Ron pulled Pansy tight against him, enjoying the softness of her breasts pressed to his chest.
"You're not going to miss me, are you, Weasley?" she mocked in a gentle tone.
"I might," he replied in a gruff voice.
Pansy laughed at him. "Hufflepuff," she teased. "We'll be back for Seventh Year before you know it."
"My hand will get bloody tired by then," sulked Ron.
~*~
"Miss me while we're gone?" flirted Justin, sulky pout in place.
"Yeah, I think I will," Seamus told him before bending close to suck a lovebite into livid bloom on Justin's neck.
~*~
While their friends were busy saying goodbye to their own Lupercalia partners, Harry took advantage of their empty compartment. "Want you," he muttered, caressing Draco through his clothing.
"We can't shag on the train!" Draco protested, scandalized at the thought.
"It's our last chance to shag until Seventh Year," Harry urged. To emphasize his point, he stood and hauled Draco against him, grinding their groins together.
Draco moaned and clutched Harry's shoulders for support. "We'll have...have to make it quick," he gasped.
As Draco spoke, Harry was already pushing him onto the seat. "Roll over, arse up," he instructed, struggling to extract a tube of lubricant from his pocket.
"You planned this," Draco accused.
Harry grinned. "It never hurts to be prepared."
Draco rose to his knees and undid his trousers. He pushed them down his thighs, along with his pants, then dropped to his fours with his pale arse raised high. Harry slathered lubricant on his fingers and worked Draco open. "Hurry," Draco bit out.
Harry pulled his fingers free and tore open a condom. After sheathing himself, he crowded up behind Draco on the too-small seat. Harry guided himself to Draco's entrance and pushed his way inside. He sank deep and groaned, "I'm going to miss this."
"Too bad we can't make it last," Draco puffed. He was rocking back and forth on the seat, meeting each of Harry's short, hard thrusts. Draco dropped to his forearms and reached for his cock. He wanked with choppy motions, rolling his hips to allow Harry to bang his prostate on each stroke.
Harry's movements sped up as the very real possibility of getting caught lent a frantic air to their activity. Teetering on the precipice of climax, Harry thrust in deep and hard.
Draco cursed as his head collided with the window. "Damn it, Harry!"
Harry wasn't able to apologize, caught up as he was in the grip of pleasure. Not until his taut muscles eased did he snicker and say, "Sorry about that."
Draco had more pressing concerns--mainly his own aching cock. He gritted his teeth and resumed wanking. Draco moaned when Harry's hand covered his, and together they stroked Draco to completion. He sagged forward, inadvertently thunking his head on the window again. "Ouch."
"Not our best effort," Harry remarked, pulling free of Draco's hole. He disposed of his condom with a bit of magic while Draco flicked a cleaning charm over them and the cushions. They tugged their clothing into place and settled side by side on the seat.
Draco squirmed to get more comfortable.
"Sore?" chuckled Harry.
"Berk," Draco scowled. "My head hurts worse than my arse."
"You have all summer to heal."
"Yeah," Draco sighed. He didn't sound pleased with the prospect.
Harry scooted closer and nuzzled Draco's neck. "Summer will be over sooner than you think," he soothed. "If you find yourself missing me, send an owl and we'll sneak off for a clandestine rendezvous."
"An excellent suggestion," Draco murmured, leaning against Harry's solid shoulder. He would survive the summer, and before he knew it they would be back at Hogwarts, and he would be back in Harry's bed. There was time enough to worry about the future later. Draco reached for his partner's hand and smiled when Harry linked their fingers together.
~fin~
It's time to put this one to bed, kids. Harry and Draco are now firmly entrenched as a couple, and the others are well on their way to the same fate. Although I may visit this verse again, for now it's finished. Thanks so much to everyone who came along for the ride!
Lupercalia 31