Harry Potter and the Parchment Snake

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Harry Potter and the Parchment Snake

It was still dark when Harry Potter opened his eyes. He was having a wonderful dream involving him on a Firebolt, flying circles around his nemesis Draco Malfoy. He still remembered the utter horror he felt when Draco was drafted to the Slytherin House quidditch team. Even though he knew deep in his heart that Draco's father had to buy the team to get his son on it, it seemed to Harry that he had nothing special. It didn't help matters that Draco had been on his mind all summer long, and that didn't change when he went back to Hogwarts. What bothered him the most was that those thoughts weren't about quidditch.

He had dreamt many times that he and Draco were down in the Chamber of Secrets by the small pool of water soaking their feet and talking. Draco always had a smile on his face in those dreams. It was odd for Harry to see him like that when he spent a little over two years always seeing the famous Malfoy sneer. What bothered him more was that when he woke up, his pajama pants were usually wet, not just wet but sticky too. Harry knew what it was, he wasn't stupid. He knew what was going on with his body. In fact, he had been waiting for the whole process to begin for some time, and when it finally did, he was delighted. Soon after the changes started to really take effect, the dreams began to change. Only slightly at first, but then more dramatically they became erotic. By the time Harry really began to notice, he and Draco were lying on his bed at Number 4 Privet Drive, naked and sweating. The dreams never displayed them doing any sexual activities, but the fulfillment was there.

Harry knew he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep any time soon, so he reached over and grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand and swung his legs off the side of his four poster bed. The cold of the floor sent a shiver through his body as his bare feet made contact. He could hear Ron snoring in the bed next to his, as well as Seamus' quiet murmuring, and Neville's whimpering. All was well in the Gryffindor Boy's dormitory that night, all except for Harry. He silently made his way to the door and down the stairs to the common room. The embers still glowed red in the fireplace. He took his usual seat and let his head loll backward. He was jolted from his reverie by a tapping on glass. He looked around and saw a jet black owl summoning him from a window directly across from him. Harry rose from his chair and walked cautiously to the window. He didn't know who would be sending him an owl this late, or who would be sending him an owl at all. He reached up and unlatched the window and let the messenger bird inside. It stood tall and proud, with stretched leg waiting for the letter to be taken. Harry took the letter and before he could reach out to stroke the bird's neck, it flew off. After he closed the window, Harry went back to the chair and sat down. He had never seen the sloppy, yet elegant script before and read with curiosity.

Potter – Chamber of Secrets is still open. Meet me there. -D.

Harry felt the colour drain from his face. Professor Dumbledore was supposed to have closed the chamber during the summer before the students came back to school this year, unless someone else opened it. But as far as he knew, no one else at the school was a Parselmouth. Someone was either hiding a very big secret, or was doing magic far beyond the ability of a normal student. His interest was peaked enough for him to run back upstairs to grab his invisibility cloak.

With cloak in hand, Harry set off to the second floor girl's lavatory. He stepped cautiously around corners and pulled the cloak tight when there was a teacher around. His heart was beating in his chest like a drummer pouring out a double bass solo. Surprisingly, he never came across Mrs. Norris, Filch's horrid cat. He had to take a minute or so at the door of the restroom to try and get his heart back under control. He was sure that if anyone was in the near vicinity, they would be able to hear it.

Harry pushed open the door and gasped. The sink was already raised, meaning the chamber was open, and someone was inside. It had to be the person who sent him the letter, but all he knew about them was that they called themselves D. This was probably a trap set up by Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing forward. Harry bent over and looked down into the cavernous space. The drop down still looked as it did last time. Deep. A thought drifted to his mind. It was one simple word, Gehenna. He'd have to remember to look that up later. He suppressed the silent tremor that began to run through him and decided. It was either now or never.

The hot lurid air blew across his face as he sat down. It was a smell he'd never get used to, and one he was sure he'd never forget. This was the Chamber of Secrets. He knew he could still get up and walk away, go back to bed, but something inside of him pulled him forward. Harry took a deep breath and pushed himself from his perch. He was a bit bigger now, so he had to crawl through the rough tunnel before he came upon the metal circular doorway, embossed with several snakes. The door was already open. "Yeah," Harry thought to himself, "someone's definitely down here." He realized now that it was too late to back away. Even if he did, how was he going to get back up to the sink? He hoped whoever was waiting inside knew of another way. Sighing to himself, Harry pulled the door open and stepped into the room.

The walkway was still as damp as the last time he was here. Everything was the same, save for the Basilisk carcass. Dumbledore had that taken out as soon as he was able to. The snake sculptures still towered overhead, well, those that were still standing at all. The memories of that night finally caught up with him, flashing before his mind. Harry closed his eyes tightly, willing the images away. He walked steadily forward, it almost seemed like he couldn't stop himself. There was something pulling at him, at the core of him.

When Harry opened his eyes he was more than shocked to see Draco Malfoy sitting at the small pool of water, with his feet dangling in, making small splashes. His back was turned to Harry and he was looking at his watch, almost like he didn't think he would show. His shoulders slumped with defeat. Harry could feel the disappointment radiating off of him. He walked up and gently put his hand on the blond's shoulder. He didn't know what was controlling his movements, but he knew it wasn't him. Draco tensed under the touch, but didn't look up. "Join me." He said.

Harry brought himself to Draco's side and sat down. His feet were still bare and he dipped them into the water. It was cool, but not cold. It felt perfect. He realized this was beginning to be just like his dreams. He looked at Draco and saw the smile that played on the corner of his lips. He watched as he opened his mouth to speak, but Harry put his finger up to his lips. They were soft, and a little wet, almost like he had just licked them. The two boys sat there, with the feet in the water, looking into each other's eyes. Harry had never noticed just how bright Draco's eyes really were. The grey seemed to shine almost as if it were silver. He let his hand fall to the other's jaw and slowly stroked it. Draco closed his eyes and let out an audible sigh. When his lips parted, Harry felt a sudden urge to do something he'd never thought. He leaned forward and let his lips lightly brush Draco's. The electricity coursed through him with unexpected pleasure. Draco moaned, and lay back, pulling Harry on top of him. Their kiss deepened. Harry could feel Draco's tongue playing at his lips, he obliged letting his mouth open. The kiss changed from playful to passionate. Their tongues danced in the other's mouth, almost like they were searching for something. Harry could feel each ridge in Draco's cleft. He automatically ground his hips into Draco's and could feel his hardness beneath him.

Harry pulled up panting. Even in the dreams, they had never kissed. It was something he would have to remember for later. When he looked back he saw that Draco had already removed his shirt, and was working on his trousers. After having the button undone, he stood and let them fall to the floor. He was standing there naked, letting Harry take in everything. He realized how off his dreams had been about Draco's body. It was obvious that he took care of himself. His abdomen could hardly be called ripped, but you could tell it was solid. He wondered if all the time spent playing quidditch did that, or if he had to work at it. Harry was embarrassed to realize he was the one still clothed. He silently looked down and started to unbutton his shirt. He let out a gasp as his hands were pushed out of the way. It seemed Draco couldn't wait anymore, as he reached out and ripped the shirt open, letting the buttons spray haphazardly. He heard Draco gasp as his chest was now bare to him. His hands went immediately to Harry's trousers and fumbled with the belt. Harry stepped back and undid the leather band. Draco's hands were quickly back on the front of his pants undoing the button and slowly letting the zipper down. There was no sound. Harry realized that Draco wasn't breathing. As the fabric lowered, Draco lowered with them. He was now at eye level with the tent in Harry's briefs. He stifled a moan when he felt Draco's face pushed into his groin. He felt the cold air around his member as Draco inhaled deeply. Harry shivered with delight. No one but himself had ever touched him down there, and now that someone was, the feeling was incredible.

Draco hooked his fingers into the waistband of the undergarments and pulled them down. Harry looked down and watched with delight as Draco examined his most treasured parts. He shivered as Draco reached up and wrapped his thin fingers around it, tugging the loose skin away from his body. His hips bucked and he sat down. Draco's hand never left his body. He stretched back and lay next to Draco, reaching out his own hand and gripping the free pole. Harry loved the feel of it under his skin. It felt so hard, rigid, yet silky soft to the touch. Their mouths came together with force. Harry could feel his teeth pushing hard against his lips. He got the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. His split lip burned as Draco's spittle spilled over it. Their hands moved ceaselessly. Draco moaned before he could stop himself. It was evident that Harry was doing something right by him for once. It just happened to be to him. Harry had never felt so many combinations of pleasure at once before. He knew if they kept going at their current pace, he was going to have a mess to clean up. He never wanted this to end. It didn't matter that it was with Draco Malfoy, he evidently knew what he was doing. Their tongues still swirled and danced inside their mouths, pressing and pulling, working together in what seemed to be perfect harmony. Draco moaned what Harry thought were words. He pulled back and looked at him questioningly. Draco simply smiled and said, "Fuck me, Potter."

Harry stopped all movement. He'd never thought things would go this far, but he didn't want to stop. He looked at Draco with obvious confusion. "The lube's in my pants. Go get it." Said Draco.

Harry got up and walked over to the pile of clothes that lay by the small pool and rifled through till he felt the tube. He reached into the pocket, extracted it and looked at it. It was white and had blue lettering on it. Eros was what it was called. Harry supposed it was meant for self use, using some kind of magical enhancement to make it feel as real as possible. Images of Draco lying in bed with his prick tight in his hand thrusting up and down; head thrown back, filled Harry's head. He was getting more excited. What he saw when he turned around took his breath away. Draco was strung up in the air by straps that came from the mouths of the snake statues. His legs were splayed open for the world to see what normally stayed quite private. Harry's erection throbbed as he walked over. He stood between Draco's legs and gazed down at him. He didn't know what to do next, but he didn't want to tell Draco that. Harry reached out and ran his fingers down Draco's chest. There was such heat radiating from beneath the skin. He looked down and remembering the tube in his other hand, opened it. He put a small drop on his finger and brought his thumb up and rubbed them together. He smiled at how smoothly they slid together. He put some more on his hand and slathered it all over his erection, then used the excess and spread it around Draco's center. Harry could feel Draco shiver despite the bindings. He gently rubbed circles around the hole to loosen it up. He didn't know where all of this was coming from, but knew it was the way to do it. When he felt the muscle ring loosen, Harry pushed his finger inside. Draco groaned and his anal ring clamped down on the offending finger. Harry stopped and let him get used to it being in there. When Draco nodded, he slowly pushed his finger in deeper. When his finger was all they way inside, he let it rest there for a bit. He brought his hand back and thrust his digit back in again. Upon withdrawing his finger the third time, he added a second. Draco tightened, moaned then began panting. As Harry started pumping his fingers in and out, he could see Draco's skin getting damp. He watched as the blond bobbed his head left and right, whimpering. He reached down with his other hand to make sure his penis was still slick and carefully withdrew his fingers.

Draco moaned at the emptiness, but sighed as Harry slowly placed the tip of his prick to the now open hole. He pushed slowly, and gasped when the head slipped inside. It was hot and tight. Harry had to tell himself to go slow, even though the heat made him want to ram into him with everything he had. He carefully pressed himself further, allowing the heat to envelope him. Harry felt his sparse bush against the mounds of Draco's ass, and knew he could go no further. It was amazing. He pulled backwards just enough to leave the tip inside and then pushed forward. He felt the head of his dick brush against something hard and saw Draco shiver. He knew he'd have to hit that spot again. After withdrawing, he purposely aimed for the spot that made Draco feel so good. Sweat gleamed on both of them. Panting filled the chamber, as did low moans and grunts. Harry could feel the tingling in his testicles and knew it wouldn't be long before he'd shoot inside of Draco. Harry heard Draco's voice raise an octave and knew that he was getting close too. He wanted more than anything to bring Draco off before himself. He thrust harder, and pulled down on Draco's hips. They could both hear the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Draco looked into Harry's eyes, "Is that the best you can do Potter?"

Harry was filled with such a rage he'd never known before. His fingers dug into Draco's hips, the nails cutting the skin. He pulled down with every up thrust and pushed forward when he withdrew. Harry leaned down and took one of Draco's erect nipples into his mouth and bit down, causing the blond to scream. While the teat was firmly stuck between his teeth, Harry let his tongue flick out and brush the tip. Draco writhed with pleasure. His grunts were loud as his sphincter closed on Harry's member repeatedly. Harry looked down in time to see the white spunk shoot out of his tip. While his mouth was open, Draco's come went inside. Harry had tasted nothing as sweet as that in his life. It was better than any candy, it was Draco. With the taste of Draco's seed in his mouth, he couldn't help but scream out as his dick began to twitch and let loose his own volleys of juice. When he was done, he collapsed onto the swinging still tied boy. He pushed himself forward and brought their lips together. Harry pushed his tongue deep into Draco's mouth, letting him taste his own seed.

The binds that held the blond disappeared as they both fell to the ground with a thud. Draco looked at his watch, and looked into Harry's eyes. "We have to go. It's almost morning."

Harry laid where we was. He didn't want to move, especially not so soon after what had happened. "Draco..."

"Shut it Potter. Get your clothes back on and get to your dormitory. The teachers can't see me out of bed."

Harry shook his head. He should have known Draco would go back to being himself after they were done. He was wondering how to bring up another time when Draco did just that. "Expect an owl next week. I'll summon you when it's safe."

Harry let his head drop and he nodded. When he looked back up he was surprised to find himself back in the girl's lavatory, his invisibility cloak next to him. He realized as he looked down that his robe had the Slytherin crest instead of the normal Gryffindor one. He'd accidentally grabbed Draco's robes. How was he going to explain that to everyone? There was a note stuck in the pocket.

Potter- The robes have a special glimmer on them. Only you and I can see the Slytherin and Gryffindor crests. Just something to remember tonight. -D.

Harry smiled to himself and made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. He fell asleep just as the other boys were beginning to wake up to enjoy their Saturday morning.

-Fin

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