Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.

Author's Notes: A 19-minute creation for contrelamontre's open-beginning challenge. My second entry into the fun... *wink* It's slash. No like, no read. Love. Embrace. Enjoy.

Too Tight

By Katie of Gryffindor

"It won't go in."

"Why not?"

"It's too tight."

Harry Potter groaned. "Dammit, Draco, then try harder."

Draco Malfoy tried again. "Nope, still too tight."

"Try again. I want this to happen."

"All right. But you've got to help."

"All right then."

They moaned as one. Sweat started pouring down the young men's faces. Draco marveled to himself at how sexy Harry looked, even when sweating. After a moment, though, the two stopped, panting for breath.

"No go. It's still too tight in there." Draco wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

Harry scratched his head. "Maybe we should grease it up?"

"Might work." Draco shrugged.

"No way. No lubing," said Ron Weasley from a chair. "Here, maybe if you move like this, then it'll fit better." The redhead did a bunch of wild hand movements, some of which were obviously obscene gestures, and then sat back into the cushions with a satisfied grin.

"Well, if we do this," started Harry, mimicking Ron's crazy arm-waving, and adding a few obscene gestures of his own, "then wouldn't that be better?"

"Nope," said Ron.

"Well if you know so much better, then why don't you come over here? We would definitely enjoy the aid of an extra hand or two. You might even enjoy it," finished Draco with a wink.

Ron smirked and winked back. "Nah, I like to watch, remember?"

Draco and Harry looked at each other and grinned. "True," said Draco.

"I have an idea. What if we switch?" asked Harry. "After all, it is your first time doing that part."

Draco conceeded. "All right."

Harry and Draco switched positions. "Ready, Draco?"

"Do it, baby," said Draco.

Harry pushed in and everything slid into place perfectly. Draco had to admit that this arrangement was much better. A few minutes and many moans and groans later, the pair flopped back into the couch pillows, sweating and exhausted from effort.

"Nice job, guys. I loved that finish," said Ron appreciatively. "I never thought you'd make it through at the beginning."

"We always make it through," said Draco with a loving smile at Harry.

"Yeah we do." Harry clasped one his boyfriend's hands in his own, and set his other hand on Draco's knee.

All of a sudden, there was the clatter of footsteps coming down the stairs. "What is all this noise I heard?" cried Hermione Weasley, "It sounded like someone was having sex right here in the living room!" Ron's wife stared around the room at the men's faces. "Oh! You've moved my couch. Thank you."

Harry and Draco shared a smile, and then in unison they said, "You're welcome Hermione."

"Who's up for lunch, then?" she asked, bustling off toward the kitchen.

~*~ The End ~*~