hpkinkfest | FIC: Better Than Goats (Harry/Draco/Ginny) NC-17

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Title: Better Than Goats
Author:

marguerite_26
My own prompt: Awkward, first time, kissing, Ginny and Harry both enjoying a threesome with Draco
Kink Showcased: Threesome with married couple
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny/Draco
Summary: Ginny offers Harry something a little different for their anniversary
Warnings: threesome, het, slash, Harry truly loves Ginny in this – don't expect anything different
Word Count: 5000
Author's Notes: Written for my darling

faithwood who requested… well, something like this. Happy Birthday! ♥

Thank you to my betas

faithwood and

vaysh11 and to the ladies of lwsa for their excellent advice.

Better Than Goats

"Nine-forty-seven," Harry read out the gold embossed numbers on the door, with an implied finally, then spun around and pinned Ginny against the wood. He bent to kiss her shoulder, her neck, her collarbone. She had a gorgeous collarbone, delicate shoulders and neck. He'd been staring at her all through dinner. She'd worn a strapless dress on purpose, just to make the meal torture, knowing he had four courses to endure before he could slip it off her. Harry gave a tiny lick to the freckle that sat in the concave of her throat before Ginny pushed him back.

"Harry."

He took a step back at the gravity of her tone.

"I need you to promise me that - if this isn't what you want - we just walk back out and never talk about this again. Ever. Okay?"

"Gin."

"Promise me, Harry. God, I can't believe I'm doing this." Ginny wrapped her shawl tight around her bare shoulders and stared at the hotel room doorknob like it was a N.E.W.T. level Arithmancy problem. "I'm an idiot. We should go."

"Gin, I promise." Harry leaned forward, held her arms tight and kissed her. She tasted of the port they'd sipped after dinner, both anxiously waiting for their bill so they could make their way to their suite. He was already half-hard from the snog in the elevator and pondered how much of a show the security cameras might have caught. "I think it's great that you did this, whatever this is."

Ginny fumbled with the Muggle hotel cardkey. For the last three years, they'd escaped to the Muggle world to celebrate their anniversary yet opening the bloody hotel room door never got any easier. "No need to feel bad or think you owe me anything – just say 'no' and we leave. And never talk about it again. Ever."

Harry laughed. If Ginny was reduced to repeating herself, it must be more adventurous than the sparkly dildo they tried out last year. "There aren't any goats in there, are there?"

"Harry!"

Harry ducked the swat aimed for his shoulder and grabbed Ginny around the waist, half-carrying her into the suite. They stumbled forwards in a mix of laughter and kisses and nervous energy. Harry's hand fell to the zipper of her satin dress and started to tug, but something in the corner of his eye made him freeze. They were not alone.

Draco Malfoy sat on the large bed across the room, his back against the high headboard and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. The lamp on the bedside table lit a line of tiny bottles of Scotch.

"What the –?"

"Hello, Potter." Malfoy raised his glass to Harry and toasted him with a smirk that set Harry's teeth on edge.

He didn't know how long he'd stood, speechless, but when he looked down, Ginny was tugging at his arm, saying, "Yes or no, Harry?"

"What is Draco Malfoy doing in our hotel room?"

"Harry, you promised."

"What?" Harry glanced over to the bed, unable to process anything more than that Malfoy was barefoot and how such a simple thing could make someone look so vulnerable.

"Yes or no? We can walk out right now and just… God, forget this whole thing."

Harry snapped his jaw shut and looked back and forth between Ginny and Malfoy. Suddenly Ginny's nervousness throughout dinner became clear. The way she gnawed her thumbnail and cursed that she'd ruined the manicure. "You mean this is your surprise?"

A smile spread across Malfoy's face, slow and seemingly pleased with the panic that had taken residence in Harry's gut. Ginny's neck was blotchy; her pale skin and strapless dress showed it off in a way that Harry knew she'd hate.

"I'm so stupid." She spoke to the carpet, shaking her head. "I thought… never mind, Harry. Let's go."

Harry grabbed her around the waist as she moved towards the door. "Hey." He pressed a finger to her chin until their eyes met and he saw for the first time how mortified she was.

"You promised." Her lips pressed tight, her eyes darting towards the door.

Harry loved Ginny's strength. Her brash, confident aura that made heads turn when she walked into the room. But even more, Harry cherished every rare opportunity of seeing her vulnerable. She'd put herself out there tonight. She'd had to have planned this for weeks: the reservation, the new clothes, the hotel room, the guest.

Harry's eyes flickered to Malfoy who sat silent, nursing his drink, feigning indifference, but the deep red blush that crept up his starched collar said otherwise. Harry turned back to Ginny, whispering low, though Malfoy could likely hear well enough, "I just… don't understand." They had talked – joked, Harry had thought – about fantasies and kinks. But this was a bigger step than Harry had ever expected.

Ginny's face immediately closed off. "It was stupid. I swear next year, I'll get you a new broom or something."

Malfoy coughed on his Scotch and Ginny shot him a look. He shrugged and wiped his palms on his trousers.

Harry turned back in time to catch Ginny mouth, 'Sorry' in Malfoy's direction. So she'd persuaded Malfoy to come up here. Of course she had, Harry realised. She chose him, invited him, convinced him she was serious. Harry could only imagine how incredulous it must have sounded to Malfoy at first. She did that because she thought Harry wanted this. And maybe – likely – because she wanted it, too.

Harry released his hold of Ginny and, with a step backwards, ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not saying no, all right? But at the risk of sounding like a complete git: what exactly do you have in mind here?" Harry's brow furrowed as unwanted images swam in front of him: dirty, naughty stuff that are saved for the end of porn films.

Ginny looked up at him with a small smile, like he'd just offered her the last slice of treacle tart. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and moved closer to the bed. Harry followed the movement with his eyes. He could see Malfoy over her left shoulder.

"What I told Draco" – Ginny stumbled over his given name – "was that it was all up to you. Honestly, Harry, I just thought you might… you said you were curious. But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. So just say no and I swear it's completely fine."

The clock on the fireplace mantel tick-tocked away the seconds, minutes, hours he took to decide what to say next. Her wide eyes stared at him, open and bare, and he found himself saying, "I'm willing to try." He was curious, though entirely unprepared for this. For Malfoy.

Ginny beamed and hugged him, pulling him into a kiss. The feel of his wife's lips, the slide of tongue on tongue, slow and passionate, was so familiar and right that Harry lost himself for a moment. The longing that had faded during the last few minutes came back to him full force. His hand slid down the slippery satin of Ginny's dress; he cupped her arse with both hands and pulled her flush against him. She gasped and nipped at his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

The mattress squeaked and Harry's eyes snapped open to meet Malfoy's. He'd forgotten that they weren't alone. Malfoy's glass of Scotch was on the bedside table now. One hand rested high on his thigh, and the other clenched the sheets.

Malfoy was watching, just waiting and watching Harry grind himself against his beautiful wife, listening to them pant and moan against each other. Harry gripped Ginny tighter and rolled his hips. She groaned and arched into him. Malfoy swallowed and a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. He never broke eye contact with Harry.

A burning, rolling pull started low in Harry's gut. For the first time that night, he understood. He was reminded of the time Ginny made his favourite curry with twice the heat – he'd gasped at first, unsure if he could eat something so hot but the difference was unexpectedly heady. That seemed like a ridiculous comparison, far too simple. This was truly playing with fire.

"Gin," Harry whispered. "Do you really trust Malfoy? I don't want this to end up in the Prophet."

Ginny turned around in Harry's arms, facing the bed and Malfoy. "We signed a magical contract." Malfoy nodded. "It was a standard non-disclosure parchment that outlined our agreement to never speak of this to anyone or share our memories outside of the participants. He can't, Harry. Ever."

"You should give your wife more credit, Potter." Malfoy smirked at Harry then gave Ginny a wink.

"And what do you get out of this? Just like to watch?"

Malfoy reached for his tumbler but his hands shook and he placed them back on the bed. "If that's all I'm offered, then that's what I'm here for."

His lips quirked, the tiniest little down turn that Harry couldn't decipher – not while his mind was racing forward with Malfoy's words and what else besides watching could be on offer. "Oh."

Ginny turned back to him again. "Harry, no. Really." His panic must have been evident on his face because Ginny's hands gripped his suit jacket like he might bolt. "When I said he's here for whatever you and I are comfortable with, that's what I meant. If you just want him to watch, he'll just watch."

Ginny, sneaky vixen that she was, nuzzled Harry's neck and rocked against him. "You liked him watching a minute ago." She reached up and licked the sensitive skin just below his ear.

Harry's skin grew hot, the suit suddenly impossibly heavy and restricting. Malfoy's gaze burned him more than ever. "Yes."

Malfoy's legs fell open and Harry watched his hand move up his thigh until his thumb pressed against the bulge in his trousers. His eyes slid down Ginny's body and a slow smile spread across his face. Harry had run into Malfoy at enough Ministry functions to know that Malfoy was still the cocky arse he'd been in school, and there was something about the possibility of seeing him undone that sent a rush of adrenaline through Harry. Harry fumbled with his tie, scrambling for air. After he swore the third time, Ginny pulled it loose and began to unbutton his shirt.

Harry captured her lips again. "Thank you."

"No, thank you." Ginny whispered between kisses. "For trusting me."

Harry tugged at a lock of her hair. "I trust you implicitly."

"Do Gryffindors always talk this much during foreplay? It's a wonder that you are capable of breeding little lion hearts at this rate."

Harry barked a laugh. "All part of the show, Malfoy." Before he could think on it further, he pulled his wand from his jacket and spelled his suit off, and with another flick, Ginny to her bra and knickers. She yelped and, adrenaline pumping fast in his veins, he tossed her onto the bed, and then dove on top of her.

Ginny squealed and tried to push him off. "Harry James Potter, you know I hate when you do that!" she scolded but it was lost in her breathless laughter.

Harry pinned her wrists to the bed and attacked her neck, sucking and biting and delighting in every squirm she made beneath him. He adjusted his grip and felt the brush of wool against his knuckle rather than the soft cotton of the sheets. He looked up. Malfoy was so close; the bed seemed to have shrunk. Malfoy stared down at him, frozen, blinking as if he'd been Portkeyed into an alternate universe. Harry was sure he himself was wearing that same look.

Malfoy shook his head and his eyes lost their haze. "Nice spell work, Potter. I might have even been impressed if it had been wandless."

Harry grinned, feeling that slow warmth in his belly that Malfoy's taunts always gave him. He closed his eyes and focused. He opened them again to see a metal cuff appear on Malfoy's wrist. It began lifting, pulling Malfoy's arm steadily above his head. Malfoy gasped and tried to pull his arm back. His eyes flickered to his other wrist, where the matching cuff was rising to meet its twin. They latched together over his head and fixed themself to the headboard with a bang.

Malfoy tugged at the immovable bonds, craning his neck to see the cuffs. "Release me this instant, Potter."

Ginny laughed. "Harry does know some wandless magic. But only the really useful stuff."

Harry pressed his forehead to her chest and chuckled, loving the vibrations of her laughter against him.

"It's not funny! My arm is cramping."

Harry should have expected Malfoy to turn into a whiny twelve year-old.

Ginny pushed at his shoulders. "You'd better let him out."

"I was just having a little fun."

She kissed his protruding bottom lip and gave him another shove. With a sigh he sat up, grateful that he'd kept his boxers on after the Stripping Spell. He knelt beside Malfoy and leaned across him to reach the cuffs.

"Perhaps a little less commentary about my skills in the bedroom?" He hadn't actually meant to whisper in Malfoy's ear. The scent of Malfoy's cologne and their proximity somehow forced his voice low and breathy. His lips grazed the fine hair that fell on the top of Malfoy's ear. He felt Malfoy shudder and realised how far he was leaning over Malfoy. The stiff cotton of Malfoy's shirt brushed against his nipples and they tightened to sharp peaks in response. "Sorry. The binding releases to my magical signature. I just need to touch – Ginny!"

Harry's hands fell to the headboard on either side of Malfoy. His eyes flew down to his tented boxers and Ginny, lying across the pillows and squeezed in between his thighs and headboard was pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses up and down the outline of his erection. He shut his eyes and took a moment to gather his control. "Ginny. God! I'm just trying to get this – ugh – undone. And we can –" His head fell forward as her hands found his balls and began to roll them in her tight palm, just the way he liked it.

Malfoy's face was only a hair's breadth from his own. It felt odd, being so turned on – weak-kneed and trembling – with a man's face, Malfoy's face, within kissing distance. Well, maybe not odd, but different. Harry licked his lips. Malfoy followed the movement of his tongue and looked back at him, eyes half-lidded, dilated to only a thin ring of grey. He leaned forward a fraction, barely an invitation.

Whatever argument he might have had in another situation was far from Harry's ability at the moment. With Ginny's hot mouth on his cock and this opportunity staring him in the face, it was impossible not to give into the temptation. He closed the distance and pressed a soft kiss to Malfoy's lips and pulled back.

When he'd thought of what kissing a man would be like, when he'd confessed it to Ginny or fantasised it by himself, this was not what he'd imagined. Hard and rough, all teeth and tongue and spit, maybe. Something dirty. But despite the rather torrid setting, there was nothing dirty in that brush of lips. Harry's eyes traced Malfoy's face but other than a deep blush to his cheeks, Malfoy kept his reaction unreadable.

"Do it, again." Ginny's voice was hoarse, breathless.

Harry looked down, noticing for the first time that the attention to his cock had stopped. Ginny wriggled herself to kneeling, leaning back against the headboard, shoulder to shoulder with Malfoy. "If you want to," she qualified. "I'd love to see that again."

Malfoy looked between the two of them and shrugged – for all that he could shrug with his hands bound above his head. Harry reminded himself that he really should release him. "Do as the lady commands, Potter."

"All right." Harry's heart pounded. He wondered if he looked as nervous as he felt.

Knowing that Ginny was watching made it different. Not nearly as intimate as that first stolen kiss, but far more erotic. Harry lingered, letting his lips tickle against Malfoy's a moment before pressing more firmly. He dragged his bottom lip across Malfoy's, then gave a tiny lick to the edge of Malfoy's mouth and felt the scratch of stubble. He reminded himself to breathe. Malfoy's lips parted and he tasted the smoky tang of Scotch. The unfamiliar flavour tingled on his tongue as the kiss deepened. Their lips met again and again, in wet, slow smacks that sounded too loud in the quiet room. When he pulled away this time, Malfoy had his eyes shut.

"That was brilliant." Ginny pushed him backwards and moaned into a kiss. Her taste, her smell, her silky soft skin as he gripped her hips – so different than the kiss with Malfoy. Harry's head was spinning.

"Yeah." Harry knew he had a silly grin on his face but he couldn't seem to stop himself. "It was brilliant." Then it became perfectly clear to him what was going to happen next. "Your turn," Harry said, and before she could process his words, he lifted Ginny up and placed her on Malfoy's lap.

"Oh!" She squirmed in surprise and Malfoy groaned, his eyes flying open at the sudden sensation of a hot, nearly naked woman in his lap.

"Merlin, Potter, warn a bloke next time," he said.

Harry laughed and shook his head. "The lady likes what the lady likes." And his Ginny loved to be picked up and tossed onto a bed, or across his lap or – on one memorable occasion – over his shoulder and stolen from a rather boring Sunday meal at the Burrow. What she didn't like was being asked for permission beforehand. He knew her well enough to know that she'd speak her mind if there was something she wasn't enjoying.

And judging from the slight tremble to her breath, she was far from displeased.

He moved behind her, settling between Malfoy's knees and slid his hand along the curve of her hips, tracing the fringe of her lace knickers. Pressing his naked chest against her back, he whispered, "Kiss him." His chest burned at the words. They felt heavy in the air, like something that ought never to be spoken, and it made his cock ache. He gripped her hips possessively even as her urged her on with a gentle push of his thumb to her lower back.

Ginny leaned forward and Malfoy's eyes widened. He met her with a tentative brush of lips, but his eyes remained on Harry, as though the continuing existence of his balls was surely in question. When Harry nodded his approval, Malfoy's eyes fluttered shut and he seemed to melt into Ginny, the gentle pucker of plump, wet lips kissing over and over again, tugging at her bottom lip then moving to the top and down her jaw.

Harry's blood seemed to only run in one direction, straight to his cock. Lack of oxygen to the brain would certainly explain the dizzy euphoria at listening to Ginny moan at another man's touch. It really shouldn't be that hot. It should be infuriating, logic dictated. Ginny's lace-covered arse writhed above Malfoy's crotch and Harry knew – knew so well – how incredible she felt. Malfoy whimpered when Ginny rose to kneel, letting him slide kisses down her neck. Her hands trailed up his shirt-sleeves until they found his bound wrists. She entwined their fingers. Malfoy's eyes were closed, his cheeks pink. His nostrils flared as he marked her neck.

Harry was sure they would be viewing this memory again, he and Ginny watching and fucking to this incredibly sight. He squeezed the wool-covered thigh pressed against his leg. A rush of pleasure shot through him when Malfoy looked up and said, "Potter," in a helpless whisper. Harry couldn't resist doing it again, and Malfoy's leg jumped beneath his hands. It was exhilarating, breaking through Malfoy's defences, melting away whatever assumptions Malfoy might have had about Harry's sexuality. He slid his hand higher, easing his way up until he felt the crease at Malfoy's groin.

Malfoy's head hit the headboard with a thunk. Ginny tossed a questioning look over her shoulder. Harry grinned back with his most innocent look that she never believed anyway. With a chuckle, she lifted off Malfoy, and sat on her heels beside Harry.

"Are you two trying to kill me?" Malfoy groaned.

Harry's thumb rubbed slow circles into the bulge of Malfoy's sack. The soft wool caught on his dry hands.

"Merlin." Malfoy's pressed himself against Harry's touch.

"Now you’re just flattering me so that I get those trousers off you."

Malfoy eyes lit up. "Maybe."

"Stop teasing, Harry," Ginny laughed. "Some of us are waiting in the wings here."

"I think I've been outvoted." Harry traced the outline of Malfoy's erection, fascinated by the hardness beneath his fingers. Ginny was so soft.

Malfoy's hands were clenched, white-knuckled in the cuffs, but he stayed silent. Harry kept his eyes on Malfoy as he popped the button and slid down the zipper. Without preamble, Harry pulled at the pants and trousers, dragging them down until they slipped off Malfoy's bare feet. Then Harry froze beside the bed, unsure what to do next.

"Go ahead. If you've wondered." Ginny nodded down towards Malfoy's crotch. His cock stood proud, pink and long, in a thatch of dark blond curls.

He couldn't let the opportunity pass. It was something he'd assumed he would never know. The vision flashed in his mind: his lips stretched over Malfoy's cock – he could practically feel the weight of it on his tongue already. He moved back onto the bed and knelt between Malfoy's legs. Malfoy's thighs were hot under his palms, the fine hair tickling his fingertips.

"Oh!" Malfoy gasped as though he, too, hadn't thought through where this was heading.

Harry lowered his head, but faced with a cock, inches from his nose, his courage almost abandoned him. It felt right to start with a lick, slow and tentative from the based of the shaft to the crown. Malfoy groaned in approval and Harry beamed up at him, until the cock twitched, sprang back, and the wet tip smacked him in the chin.

Ginny and Malfoy's laughter echoed through the room.

"Hey now! I've never done this!" When their guffawing grew louder, Harry mumbled, "Gits," and began again, this time without reserve. His mouth closed around the head and explored the tip with his tongue, running over the slit the way he loved Ginny to. The room fell silent.

Harry smirked around the cock in his mouth and added a bit of suction until Malfoy keened and snapped his hips. Harry opened up and let Malfoy's cock slip further in, pulled back a bit then lowered his mouth again. It was brilliant, hard and smooth and, God, every sound, Malfoy was making – strangled moans and choked gasps – that was him, driving Malfoy out of his mind. He wanted to grab his own aching cock, but one touch would probably do him in. He concentrated on Malfoy, testing how deep he could manage. The tip brushed the back of Harry's throat and his eyes watered.

"Potter!" Malfoy cried out and his entire body went taut.

Harry realised a second too late what that meant. He pulled back, Malfoy's dick slipping out of his mouth with a pop, and an instant later felt a wet, hot splash on his cheek. Malfoy's cock twitched, untouched. Harry watched the come drip Malfoy's cock onto his belly.

Malfoy's head fell forward; his arms hung limp from the cuffs. His white cotton shirt lay partially open, wrinkled with sweat, the tails framing his groin and softening cock. Harry's chest warmed with pride.

When Malfoy raised his head, Harry smirked and wiped Malfoy's come from his cheek with the palm of his hand. Malfoy's post-coital stupor flashed to hunger. He growled a Relashio and the cuffs flew open. Before Harry could think of a snarky comment about wandless magic, Malfoy pounced.

The kiss was bruising and intense, nothing like the earlier ones. It felt like Malfoy needed to devour him, taste himself on Harry's mouth. Their bodies pressed together, Harry's cock trapped and screaming for attention beneath his pants – why hadn't he stripped yet? He needed so badly to feel Malfoy's scorching skin next to his. He fumbled for his waistband, their noses bumped in the confusion. His glasses knocked askew and finally, he manoeuvred his pants down his thighs.

His cock slapped against Malfoy's wet belly, he could feel the tickle of hair as the tip dragged along the path below Malfoy's navel. He rolled his hips and – God – he was not going to last. Malfoy had one hand clutched in Harry's hair, securing the never-ending kisses and another on Harry's right buttocks, holding their bodies close. He could barely move, but Harry thrust as best he could, again and again, losing himself in the friction – glorious friction.

Then Malfoy's hand slipped lower, and a finger circled Harry's entrance, teasing, promising. Harry shuddered, the orgasm tearing out of him. He clung to Malfoy, his grip on Malfoy's hips fierce and bruising.

The world slowly pieced itself back together as Harry blinked the hotel room into focus. Ginny sat not two feet away, eyes glazed, with her hand down her tiny knickers.

"And you call yourselves gentlemen, leaving a poor girl to take care of herself," Ginny teased, not sounding the least put out.

Malfoy froze in Harry's arms, as though he'd momentarily forgotten where he was. Harry pressed a gentle kiss to his temple and hoped it was understood. For a moment, Harry had forgotten, too.

"Let's go make it up to the poor girl," Harry whispered.

The tension beneath Harry's fingers dissipated and Malfoy nodded and pulled away to show a toothy grin. "Yes, let's."

Harry tackled Ginny to the bed, lying at her side, while Malfoy fumbled with the hotel tissue box to get cleaned up. When Malfoy joined them, he made quick work of slipping off Ginny's knickers.

Harry left Malfoy to it and concentrated on everything above Ginny's waist. He nipped and sucked her neck. His hand dipped into her bra and pinched her nipples. "I love you, you know," Harry breathed into a kiss.

Ginny moaned into his mouth in reply and Harry looked down to see Malfoy's head between her legs. His fingers twirled around her nipples again as he watched and kissed and said filthy things into Ginny's ear.

"He looks fantastic down there – blond hair mixing with your dark red thatch." He flicked his tongue at her earlobe. "Look at you pressing yourself into his mouth. Does he feel as good as he looks?"

"Yes." She pulled at his hair, demanding a kiss, sucking hard on Harry's bottom lip. She was so hot, her body on fire, her pupils blown wide. And that it was Malfoy making his wife feel that way was just too bloody fantastic and Harry couldn't possibly explain it if he tried.

"He'll think of this every time he passes you in the street." Harry tugged a nipple into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. Malfoy looked up at him then, and Harry's breath caught at the flash of fire he saw there. Harry would remember it, too. Every moment of it. "He'll lick his lips and remember the taste of you."

Ginny was trembling. She had to be so close. Harry opened his mouth over hers and swallowed her cry as she came, writhing into Malfoy's face. Her hips lifted off the mattress, wanting everything he could give.

Harry held her for what seemed like ages, until their breathing calmed and their sweat cooled. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed the freckles on her nose.

Malfoy moved about the room, cleaning himself up and getting dressed. Harry didn't look, but knew he was making his getaway before the awkwardness returned. Harry let him. He didn't turn to see the regret, embarrassment, or worse – the cold blank mask that might be back on Malfoy's face. It was easier not to know, and just hope Malfoy left sated and with a few fond memories.

When the hotel room door clicked shut, Ginny looked up at him. "You okay?"

Harry nodded and kissed the love bite Malfoy had left on her neck. "Happy anniversary."

Ginny snickered. "Better than goats?"

The adrenaline of the evening ripped Harry's laughter out of him. "Definitely."

"Try it again sometime?"

"Absolutely." Harry's mind drifted to Malfoy's finger circling his hole, teasing, promising more. He squirmed closer to Ginny, rubbing his hardening cock against her thigh. "Sometime."

~fin~

The Sequel: Better Than a Sparkly Dildo

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