Disclaimer: Anything you recognise isn't mine.

Warnings: SLASH. Rated M for a reason.

Note: I intended to finish this at the end of the last chapter, but I got carried away... as did Harry & Draco, not to mention their somewhat voyeuristic friends!

Lust Crazed Saviours

Chapter 3

"What time is it?" Potter asked suddenly, pulling away just as Draco was beginning to rise to the occasion.

"Probably far too early for a Saturday, why?" He asked suspiciously as Potter cast a hasty tempus.

"Because we've missed breakfast, so by my calculations my housemates will have noticed by now that I sneaked out last night and be barging in to interrupt us in... oh, I don't know, five minutes, maybe? Ten if we're lucky."

"You seem rather sure about that..." Draco started, before abruptly falling silent when he heard the sound of muffled shouting coming from somewhere beyond the bed curtains. "Oh, right."

It was difficult to tell from here, but he suspected that Potter's rescue party were currently stuck in the common room, fighting with the door that separated the dorms from the communal area. With Granger on the case he thought five minutes was a rather generous estimate, but it could be merely a party of enraged Weasleys in which case they probably had at least an hour before they needed to worry. And that was assuming that none of the other Slytherins managed to scare them off in the meantime.

"My housemates will be delighted." He informed the Gryffindor. "I hope you're not too fond of your friends. Woe betide anyone who wakes a Slytherin before noon on a Saturday."

"They can handle themselves." Potter grinned before suddenly resuming his attack, kissing his way down Draco's chest and sucking on one of his nipples.

"What on earth are you doing?" He gasped.

"Well I, for one, would much rather handle you and I told you, we've got five minutes." The Gryffindor lifted his head only long enough to get his words out before returning to his task with even more relish.

"So you have a secret desire to give the Weasel a fatal heart-attack when he finds his best friend being fucked mercilessly by an evil Slytherin?" He tangled his fingers in the other boy's hair, pointedly holding him in place in case Potter mistakenly thought he was telling him to stop. "Fair enough, turn over."

"Not quite what I meant." Potter tried and failed to keep his amusement off of his face as he peered up at Draco from the vicinity of his navel.

"And you think we'll be finished in five minutes do you? Because now that you've given me fair warning I have every intention of ensuring your friends find you in the most compromising position I can think of."

"Why does that not surprise me?" The Gryffindor rolled his eyes, but Draco thought he felt a shiver of anticipation as well.

"Because as I just said, I'm an evil Slytherin."

Potter grinned in response, but before he could reply, an even louder hammering sounded on the dormitory door, interrupting him. "Damn, they're early."

"Ah well, there's no time for fucking, but there's still time for a blow-job. Get sucking, Potter."

For half a second, the Gryffindor froze, watching Draco's face as if waiting for him to take it back. When he did nothing of the sort, that wicked smirk he was beginning to grow rather fond of made a spectacular reappearance.

"You asked for it." Potter warned him before suddenly ducking down beneath the covers.

Draco had been half-hard since the other boy had begun his latest round of seduction, but at the feel of Potter's tongue swirling over his flesh, the rest of his blood diverted southwards and he quickly sprang to attention. As if in reward, the Gryffindor opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the hard shaft and beginning to suck, completely ignoring the continued hammering at the door. Draco was just starting to really enjoy himself when the curtains of his bed were abruptly pulled back to reveal a pair of fuming Gryffindors and an equally irate Blaise.

"Will you please inform our saviours that Potter is not here so we may continue our lie-in in peace? Thank you kindly." The Slytherin shot him a glare, before disappearing from view again.

"Where is he, Malfoy?" Weasley growled at him just as Potter gave a particularly hard suck.

"He's..." Draco's hands fluttered uselessly over the tented sheets, vaguely wondering how it was possible that neither of them had noticed the Potter sized lump beneath his covers, even as he arched helplessly up into the aforementioned hero's mouth.

"Ron, this is stupid, wherever he is I'm sure he's fine, let's just go." Granger tugged fruitlessly on her boyfriend's arm, leaving Draco to wonder why she was there at all if she was willing to give up so uncharacteristically quickly.

"Well?" Weasley pressed, crossing his arms over his chest in what Draco could only assume was an attempt to look more menacing.

"He's..." He tried again only to find himself abruptly swallowed whole. "Fuck, Potter!"

"What? Where is... Harry?!"

The horror in Weasley's voice was palpable, but Draco barely noticed. Shoving his hands beneath the covers he grabbed hold of the Gryffindor's head, trying to pull him away before it was too late, but Potter was having none of it. Ignoring the fingers tugging insistently at his hair, the other boy merely increased the speed of his movement, swirling his tongue with every upstroke until Draco was nearly delirious with need.

"Please..." He begged mindlessly, his audience all but forgotten.

With his mouth full, there was little Potter could say in response, but his hum of acknowledgement was Draco's undoing. Stuffing his fist in his mouth to muffle his cry of pleasure, he came, pouring his release down the Gryffindor's throat. With one last suck, Potter finally released him, scooting back up the bed to sprawl on top of him. Before he could say a word, however, the other boy leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a bitter tasting kiss that wasn't entirely pleasant.

"Bastard." He choked when the Gryffindor finally pulled back, that same wicked smirk playing across his lips.

He wasn't sure if he was referring to the oddly flavoured kiss or the fact that Potter had just sucked him off in front of a hostile audience, but the other boy seemed remarkably complacent about both factors. Belatedly recalling the potential danger of his bed partner's friends however, he peered over the Gryffindor's shoulder to see his fellow saviours staring down at them with varied expressions. While Weasley looked just as horrified as expected, the witch by his side seemed torn between embarrassed curiosity and a knowing half-smile.

"Harry?" Weasley's voice sounded rather distant as he finally broke the growing silence and Draco briefly wondered if he was going to faint.

"Mhmm?" Potter, glanced back at his friends even as he shifted, pressing his erection into Draco's thigh.

"You're under the influence of a very powerful potion." The ginger Gryffindor started, speaking slowly and carefully.

"No I'm not." Potter interrupted. "It wore off ages ago."

"Harry, you don't know what you're saying..."

"Ron, I already told you it wore off last night." There was amusement in Granger's tone, though she was obviously trying to hide it and Draco belatedly realised that her presence probably had more to do with chaperoning the Weasel than rescuing Potter.

"But... He... Why... Malfoy!" Weasley spluttered looking as though he might cry.

"You knew how he felt." Granger told her boyfriend more gently than Draco thought he deserved.

"But..."

"You did?" Potter interrupted, looking startled.

"Oh, Harry, it was so obvious." She smiled down at him, an almost doting expression on her face.

"It was not!" Weasley protested before turning on his best friend. "How could you?"

"Ron!"

"You said it yourself, Weasel." Draco interrupted, just to annoy him even more. "He's always staring at me, right?"

"You noticed that?" For some bizarre reason it was this that made Potter blush despite everything they had done in the past twelve hours.

"Of course."

Well, he'd noticed the other boy glaring often enough, so it was almost true. Though if the Gryffindor's incredulous look was anything to go by, he hadn't been entirely believed.

"Will you all shut the fuck up and get out!" They all jumped at the sound of Blaise's shout coming from the direction of his own bed. "Who fucking cares who's fucking who as long as they do it fucking quietly!"

Draco couldn't help chuckling at that, aware that behind their silencing charms Potter was anything but quiet. In truth he hadn't even cast the charms until after the Gryffindor had dropped off and then it had only been in anticipation of a screaming match this morning, but that was beside the point. Still, he was relieved that his own best friend was apparently not entirely averse to his newly developing relationship, even if he was currently too tired to really take it in.

"Come on. We can talk about this later." Granger began trying to shepherd a highly unwilling Weasley out of the door.

"No, I'm not leaving him here to be... molested by evil Slytherin wankers."

"Ron, please..."

"Harry..." The Gryffindor ignored his girlfriend in favour of turning pleading eyes on his best friend.

"Ron, if you don't get out of here in the next ten seconds you are going to see far more than you ever wanted to." He grabbed Draco's hand, tugging on it until he took the hint, wrapping his fingers around the other boy's erection that hadn't flagged at all during the conversation. "Ten..."

"Harry..." Weasley repeated, looking stricken.

"Nine." He started thrusting shallowly into Draco's fist, the movement clearly visible above the sheets.

"Come on, Ron." Granger's tone was desperate, but he couldn't help noticing the way her eyes followed their every movement.

"Eight." Potter panted, gasping when Draco twisted his hand just so. "Seven."

Abruptly, he flipped the Gryffindor onto his back, ducking beneath the covers and wrapping his lips around the other boy's shaft.

"Six!" He nearly screamed, arching into Draco's mouth.

There was another shout, this time resembling Theo's voice, then a yelp, followed by a bang and the sharp sound of his bed curtains closing, but he suspected Potter would not thank him if he paused to investigate the latest commotion. Tightening his grip, he began to move in earnest, using lips, hands and tongue to bring the other boy to the brink. He was still relieved, however, when the next word out of the Gryffindor's mouth was not 'five', but 'Draco' and he allowed himself to hope that they were now, finally, alone. With that in mind, he shoved the covers back giving himself some much needed air as well as the chance to capture Potter's gaze with his own.

"Oh, fuck that's hot." The other boy moaned as soon as their eyes met, tangling his hands in Draco's hair to keep him looking up.

Unable to smirk with his mouth full, Draco was forced to settle for raising an eyebrow, but it seemed to have the desired effect. Potter moaned again before crying out as his whole body went rigid. Swallowing rapidly, he allowed himself one last suck before pulling back and sliding back up the bed. Intent on a little revenge, he quickly pressed their lips together, pushing his tongue into Potter's mouth, but rather than the mild disgust he had felt at the taste of himself, the Gryffindor seemed to relish it, pulling him closer and kissing him deeply.

"So they finally left, then." He gasped when the other boy eventually let him up for air.

"No, they're still watching." Potter informed him, completely dead-pan.

Draco nearly looked round before stopping himself at the last moment and scowling at the boy beneath him. "Very funny."

He was treated to yet another of Potter's wicked grins and his brief flash of irritation quickly melted away.

"Who knew Gryffindors were so voyeuristic." He mused aloud, settling himself more comfortably in the other boy's embrace.

"Hermione certainly seemed to be enjoying the view." Potter agreed, his expression fixed somewhere between embarrassed and amused.

"Maybe Weasley won't put out and she needs to get her kicks elsewhere."

"That is... disturbing." Potter frowned at him, looking slightly nauseous.

"Hey, it's not my fault world saviours are such a lust crazed lot. And apparently the more heroic you are, the worse it gets, huh?" He grabbed hold of Potter's hand which had begun a slow slide down his back towards his arse.

"So how does that explain Ron?" The other boy asked, an impish grin on his face as he deployed his other hand in a second attempt at groping Draco's nether cheeks.

"He's clearly not heroic enough." Draco caught hold of Potter's other hand, temporarily waylaying him.

"Ron is just as 'heroic' as Hermione and me." Potter's eyes glazed over for a moment, evidently recalling some distant memory. "Maybe even more so."

"Well there's an exception to every rule." Draco allowed, although he was still rather sceptical about the whole thing.

"You have an answer for everything, don't you?" The Gryffindor's lips quirked upwards as he made a third attempt at groping him.

"Of course." Draco answered promptly, a smirk of his own gracing his features.

"Of course." Potter echoed with a laugh and this time Draco gave in, letting him have his way.

With a whoop of triumph, the Gryffindor grabbed hold of his arse, using the movement to tug Draco into a kiss.

"So what now?" Potter asked when they parted.

"Sleep." He decided, biting back a yawn. "I told you it was far too early for a Saturday."

"Alright." The Gryffindor acquiesced, finally releasing him and allowing him to settle more comfortably on the bed. "Sweet dreams."

^v^

It was several hours later when Draco next opened his eyes and at first he wasn't sure what had woken him. Potter was still asleep, sprawled across his chest, their legs tangled together beneath the twisted sheets and the room seemed quiet and peaceful. It was a moment, therefore, before he noticed that the drapes, which had been firmly closed when he had fallen asleep, had been opened wide enough to let in the late morning sun. It was only then that he realised they were being watched.

"So it wasn't all merely a terrible dream, then?" Blaise drawled, leaning casually against a bed post as he gazed impassively down at them.

"You mean the Gryffindor invasion? Sadly not."

"And is he a prisoner of war or a fallen hero?" Blaise queried, nodding towards the still sleeping saviour.

"A little of both, I think. Either way, he was an early casualty." Draco tried to slide out from beneath the weight of Potter's body without waking him, but it was an impossible task. "He was here before I went to bed last night."

"Oh?" Blaise raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Nothing happened." He added, knowing what his friend was thinking without him needing to say so. "Well, not much anyway."

"So I imagined the blow-job he gave you this morning did I?"

"Oh no, that definitely happened. Nearly gave Weasley heart failure, that did." He grinned fondly down at the prone Gryffindor.

"Long lasting potion." Blaise mused.

"Naturally lust crazed." Draco countered. "Can't keep his hands off me, potion or no. Not that I can blame him, of course."

"Of course." This time his friend's lips quirked upwards as he shook his head. "I can't believe you finally got him."

"Excuse me?" Draco voice shot through several octaves as he stared up at his fellow Slytherin.

At the sharp sound, Potter shifted against his chest and Draco froze, breathing a sigh of relief when the other boy murmured something unintelligible before settling once more. Returning his attention to Blaise, he sent him a glare, trying to convince himself that he couldn't have heard him right. After all, he had never admitted to a soul that he had any feelings besides those of disgust and loathing for Harry Potter. Hell, he hadn't even fully admitted it to himself until he'd found himself with his arms full of lusty Gryffindor, there was no way Blaise could have known. Yet the bastard's expression was far too smug for someone who'd been caught completely unawares by the situation.

"He isn't the only one who never stops staring now, is he?" Blaise shot him a knowing wink, before nodding towards his bed partner. "The lion is stirring."

With a swirl of green curtains, the other boy vanished from view, just as Potter moved, stretching languously before opening his eyes.

"Who was that?" The Gryffindor asked around a wide yawn.

"Blaise." He muttered distractedly, his head still whirling from his friend's revelation.

"Do I need to check that no parts of my anatomy were hexed off while I slept?" Potter asked with a cheeky grin, pressing one particular part against Draco's thigh as he spoke and effectively pulling him out of his thoughts.

"I think you're probably safe." He rolled his eyes, before allowing a grin of his own to overtake his features. "Although if you're really worried, I could check nothing important is missing..."

As he spoke he ran his hands down the Gryffindor's back, earning a moan of pleasure when he reached the firm globes of the other boy's behind.

"Probably a good idea." Potter agreed breathlessly, only to be interrupted by a low rumble.

"Well your stomach is certainly still intact." Draco chuckled as the other boy blushed.

"Hey, I missed breakfast." Potter muttered, his voice almost drowned out by a second, louder rumble. "And supper last night for that matter, what do you expect?"

"Well you can't blame me for that." He returned innocently, unable to resist baiting the other boy.

"I can and I will blame you for that." The Gryffindor laughed easily. "If you weren't so delectable, I wouldn't have forgotten to satisfy my other appetites."

Draco raised an eyebrow at that, surprised despite himself that Potter hadn't jumped at the opportunity to reprimand him over his sabotage in the Potions classroom. As if hearing his thoughts, the Gryffindor grinned impishly at him, but kept his silence, instead reaching down to rummage at the end of the bed. A moment later he was pulling on his rather rumpled clothing from the previous day.

"You need to change." Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Food first, then change." Potter stated firmly as he pulled back the bed curtains, settling himself on the edge of the mattress to pull on his shoes.

The low buzz of conversation that had met Draco's ears when the drapes were first opened muted the moment his dorm mates caught sight of Potter. The room was so still that even the slightest creak of his bed sounded ridiculously loud in the silence, yet the Gryffindor seemed completely unconcerned by his surroundings, tying his laces as if he were safe amongst his own friends. There was something about his quiet confidence that appealed to Draco on the basest of levels and as the other boy stood to pull on his crumpled robes, Draco found himself staring unashamedly up at him. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing until Blaise snickered, finally breaking the heavy silence and earning himself a glare for his trouble.

At the sudden sound Potter's eyes shot up, his gaze flitting from Draco to Blaise and back again, before his lips quirked up into a knowing smirk that would have made a Slytherin proud.

"I'll see you in the great hall." He told Draco, leaning over him to drop a lingering kiss on his lips. "And don't worry, you can stare at me as much as you like then."

With that Potter winked at him before heading for the door, leaving Draco, once again, staring after him; the sound of Blaise's laughter ringing in his wake.