Watching - 1/1 - Adult - Draco/Harry and Blaise/Hermione
Title: Watching (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: "I want you to watch them. It's turning you on. You like watching them." Blaise/Hermione. Draco/Harry.
Word Count: 640.
Warnings: Slash, voyeurism.
A/N: A little birthday ficlet for tamlane. Happy birthday!
Lips fluttered against his hot ear. "That's right, Potter," they whispered. "Watch them." The tip of a hotter tongue flicked against his earlobe. "You see the way he touches her? This isn't the first time they've been together. You and the Weasel always think she's studying in the Library when really she's down here in the dungeons getting it off with a Slytherin."
Harry gasped into a solid shoulder as a hand grasped his erection. Eyes flickering upwards, he saw Blaise Zabini removing Hermione's bra, pressing open mouthed kisses to her pale skin. Her head was thrown recklessly backwards, sounds coming from her mouth that Harry had never considered her able to make.
"He's going to fuck her. Do you see his hand under her skirt? He's getting her ready for him."
Of course Harry saw his hand. A hand slipped inside his own trousers and he closed his eyes.
"Look that them," the lips demanded. "I want you to watch them. It's turning you on. You like watching them." Harry didn't deny it. "Do you think they know we're here? Do you think it's turning them on, too? You know how much Granger likes people to notice her. Such an exhibitionist - you just know it carries over into the bedroom."
He could feel the lips smirking. "I bet they've never made it to the bedroom, though. Both so horny under those prim and proper exteriors." Hardness ground against Harry and he held back a cry as the rough hand started to speed up. His hips were moving against the hand, earning a low chuckle that rumbled out of pale throat.
Hermione and Blaise were naked now, seemingly oblivious to the pair obscured by shadows and spells. Zabini turned, his profile highlighted by the dim candlelight. The lips pressed against Harry's throat. "Magnificent, aren't they?" they whispered against his Adam's apple. "But which one are you more jealous of?"
Harry didn't know. Harry didn't care. As she bent over the table, Harry watched as the Slytherin took Hermione from behind. They were facing them and he watched as her breasts moved with each thrust, the look on her face. Her hair hung in her eyes and suddenly the lips were pressed against Harry's in an insistent kiss.
The lips were chapped and Harry's were dry, but it didn't matter, as long as the hand kept moving. The kiss was rough and Harry's fingers gripped at black robes. Hermione was nearly screaming with her impending release and Harry's hips moved faster. The hardness ground persistently against Harry and he could feel himself approaching the edge.
He seemed to lose all conscious thought as he came. A moment later, the grinding stopped and his lips were released with a soft growl.
Opening his eyes, Harry watched with a strange fascination as Hermione came, Zabini following her. For a moment, the two were silent, still. Then, they pulled apart, quickly dressing as they exchanged tender kisses.
"They'll be back tomorrow," the lips whispered against his ear. Harry could tell that was an invitation of sorts.
Before he followed Hermione out of the classroom, Blaise Zabini called out, "Don't forget to extinguish the candles on your way out." Harry could hear Hermione's laughter from the corridor. The door shut with a soft click and Harry quickly pulled away.
"Fuck."
Grey eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's one way of putting it, I suppose."
Harry pulled his robes straight. He could feel his release sticky on his thighs. "Stay away from me, Malfoy," he warned.
Draco Malfoy shrugged, moving past Harry and pulling out his wand to snuff out the candles. "Whatever you say, Potter." He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "But can you stay away from me?"
He exited as the last candle was put out.
Harry was left in the dark.
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: "I want you to watch them. It's turning you on. You like watching them." Blaise/Hermione. Draco/Harry.
Word Count: 640.
Warnings: Slash, voyeurism.
A/N: A little birthday ficlet for tamlane. Happy birthday!
Lips fluttered against his hot ear. "That's right, Potter," they whispered. "Watch them." The tip of a hotter tongue flicked against his earlobe. "You see the way he touches her? This isn't the first time they've been together. You and the Weasel always think she's studying in the Library when really she's down here in the dungeons getting it off with a Slytherin."
Harry gasped into a solid shoulder as a hand grasped his erection. Eyes flickering upwards, he saw Blaise Zabini removing Hermione's bra, pressing open mouthed kisses to her pale skin. Her head was thrown recklessly backwards, sounds coming from her mouth that Harry had never considered her able to make.
"He's going to fuck her. Do you see his hand under her skirt? He's getting her ready for him."
Of course Harry saw his hand. A hand slipped inside his own trousers and he closed his eyes.
"Look that them," the lips demanded. "I want you to watch them. It's turning you on. You like watching them." Harry didn't deny it. "Do you think they know we're here? Do you think it's turning them on, too? You know how much Granger likes people to notice her. Such an exhibitionist - you just know it carries over into the bedroom."
He could feel the lips smirking. "I bet they've never made it to the bedroom, though. Both so horny under those prim and proper exteriors." Hardness ground against Harry and he held back a cry as the rough hand started to speed up. His hips were moving against the hand, earning a low chuckle that rumbled out of pale throat.
Hermione and Blaise were naked now, seemingly oblivious to the pair obscured by shadows and spells. Zabini turned, his profile highlighted by the dim candlelight. The lips pressed against Harry's throat. "Magnificent, aren't they?" they whispered against his Adam's apple. "But which one are you more jealous of?"
Harry didn't know. Harry didn't care. As she bent over the table, Harry watched as the Slytherin took Hermione from behind. They were facing them and he watched as her breasts moved with each thrust, the look on her face. Her hair hung in her eyes and suddenly the lips were pressed against Harry's in an insistent kiss.
The lips were chapped and Harry's were dry, but it didn't matter, as long as the hand kept moving. The kiss was rough and Harry's fingers gripped at black robes. Hermione was nearly screaming with her impending release and Harry's hips moved faster. The hardness ground persistently against Harry and he could feel himself approaching the edge.
He seemed to lose all conscious thought as he came. A moment later, the grinding stopped and his lips were released with a soft growl.
Opening his eyes, Harry watched with a strange fascination as Hermione came, Zabini following her. For a moment, the two were silent, still. Then, they pulled apart, quickly dressing as they exchanged tender kisses.
"They'll be back tomorrow," the lips whispered against his ear. Harry could tell that was an invitation of sorts.
Before he followed Hermione out of the classroom, Blaise Zabini called out, "Don't forget to extinguish the candles on your way out." Harry could hear Hermione's laughter from the corridor. The door shut with a soft click and Harry quickly pulled away.
"Fuck."
Grey eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's one way of putting it, I suppose."
Harry pulled his robes straight. He could feel his release sticky on his thighs. "Stay away from me, Malfoy," he warned.
Draco Malfoy shrugged, moving past Harry and pulling out his wand to snuff out the candles. "Whatever you say, Potter." He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "But can you stay away from me?"
He exited as the last candle was put out.
Harry was left in the dark.