The Slytherin common room felt smaller than usual because of the heavy, green light cast by the lamps. Draconia sat near the hearth, watching the flames lick at the dark wood. The fire provided heat, but the warmth did not reach her bones. She watched the way the emerald light caught the edges of the stone walls, making the room feel submerged in a deep, underwater world. Across the room, the sixth-years sat at their usual table, pretending to be absorbed in their books or their quiet conversations. They knew he was there, or at least they knew he had a reason to be. They kept their heads down, turning pages with a frantic, performative precision that did not fool anyone.
Harry Potter moved through the shadows of the entrance with a familiarity that felt like a trespass. He did not look like a man who had sneaked into a rival house, but he did not look like a man who belonged there either. Harry walked toward the corner where she sat, his footsteps muffled by the heavy rug. The fire popped, sending a spray of sparks upward, but Draconia did not turn her head. She kept her gaze fixed on the dying embers, waiting for the moment his shadow fell over her.
"You should not be here, Harry," Draconia said, her voice steady despite the way her pulse hammered against her neck.
"I am tired of being told where to stand," Harry replied, pulling a chair closer to her.
"The prefects are looking, and if they see you, they will not be as polite as the books suggest," Draconia said.
"Let them look, then," Harry said, leaning forward until she could see the green reflection of the lamps in his eyes.
"Everything you do is a favour, and yet you act like you are doing me a kindness by being a nuisance," Draconia said, finally turning to look at him.
"It is not a favour if it is a debt," Harry said, his voice dropping an octave.
"You are a very difficult man to owe," Draconia said, her eyes tracing the line of his jaw.
"Then pay me, Draconia," Harry said, and the way he said her name made her want to strike him and kiss him at the same time.
The distance between them vanished as Harry reached out to grab her waist. He pulled her up from the chair, and she stumbled into his chest, her hands finding the fabric of his robes. He led her toward the corner of the room, behind a high-backed velvet chair where the green light was dimmest. The sixth-years at the table did not move, though they were silent enough to be deafening.
Harry pressed her against the stone wall, his hands sliding under her skirt to find the skin of her thighs. Draconia let out a sharp breath as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep her balance. He was hot and solid, a stark contrast to the damp chill of the dungeons. Harry shoved his fingers into her knickers, searching for the slick heat between her legs. He found her cunt, already wet from the anticipation of his touch, and he used his thumb to rub against her clitoris.
"Do you like this?" Harry asked, his breath hot against her ear.
"I hate that you know exactly what to do," Draconia whispered, her head falling back against the stone.
Harry pulled his trousers down, his cock springing free, thick and heavy in the dim light. He guided the head of his cock to her pussy, rubbing the length of it against her wetness before pushing inside her. Draconia gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slid deep into her. He was so large that she felt stretched, her internal muscles clutching at him as he began to fuck her. He moved with a heavy, rhythmic force, his pelvis slamming against her arse as he drove himself into her.
"You are so tight," Harry groaned, his voice thick with lust. He gripped her hips, his fingers bruising the pale skin as he pushed harder. He lifted her higher, driving his cock into her cunt with a blunt, bruising speed. Draconia felt the friction of his skin against hers, the way his hard shaft filled her completely. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more of the ache he was creating.
"More," Draconia commanded, her voice a low growl. "Fuck me harder, Harry."
Harry obliged, his movements becoming frantic and primal. He pulled her closer, his chest heaving against her breasts. He reached down to grab her clitoris with his fingers, rubbing it even as he pounded into her. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, stinging pleasure that made her vision blur. He was fucking her with a desperate intensity, his cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt with a wet, slapping sound that felt loud in the quiet room.
"I want to come," Draconia cried out, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts.
"Then do it, fuck, just do it," Harry muttered, his face buried in the crook of her neck. He pushed himself deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with every heavy lunge. He was relentless, his pace increasing until she felt like she was breaking. He drove into her one last time, his body tensing as he let out a low, guttural sound. Draconia felt the first wave of her orgasm hit her, her vaginal walls pulsing around his cock, squeezing him tightly.
Harry groaned loudly as he felt her cunt clench around him. He thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside her as he released his cum deep inside her womb. He emptied himself into her, the warmth of his seed flooding her insides. He stayed buried in her, his breath ragged and loud as he held her against the wall. Drac via was breathless, her eyes closed as the pleasure slowly ebbed away, leaving her hollow and satisfied.
Harry pulled back slightly, his cock still slick with her juices and his own cum. He looked at her, his eyes dark and blown wide. He reached up to brush a stray hair from her face, his touch surprisingly gentle after the violence of the act.
"You're a menace, Potter," Draconia said, her voice a mere thread of sound.
"And you are a liar, Malfoy," Harry replied, a small, crooked smile tuging at his lips.
"I am a Malfoy. We are all liars," she said, leaning forward to press her forehead against his.
"You're the only one who pretends it's for a reason," Harry said.
"It is always for a reason," Draconia insisted, though she knew he was right.
"Is it a reason to be here, in the one room in the castle he should never be in?" Harry asked, his eyes dancing with a sudden, wicked light.