Title: En Fête
Author: centaury_squill
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy/?, Blaise Zabini/Draco Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Tunnel of Love
Other Warnings: anal sex
Word Count: ~ 1700
Summary/Description: Draco's birthday party takes a bizarre turn.
Author's Notes: I got so involved with the mystery, the pr0n took a bit of a back seat, for which I apologise. ;)


Behind Draco the soft dark of the summer night fled before the floating magical flares ringing the centuries-smooth lawn of Malfoy Manor. Even outside the gate Harry could hear the excited chatter and laughter of Draco's guests. They sounded happy, carefree, already slightly drunk.

And one of them was a murderer.

"Tell me again why you're gatecrashing my party." Draco sounded slightly bored.

"Stop stalling, Malfoy, or I'll think you're in league with them," Harry spat, taking a step forward and raising his wand.

Draco's eyes narrowed, slid sideways to his private security wizard, summoned by some unseen command. The wizard coughed, stepped forward, fixed Harry with a steely glare.

"State your business," he said, his hand twitching towards his own wand.

Harry took a deep breath, reined in his temper. It was alarming to realise how easily Draco could still push his buttons, even after two years training and another as a full-blown Auror.

"Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement business," he said crisply. "We have reason to believe that a suspect has entered these premises."

Harry had no intention of explaining what lay behind these official phrases: the underworld tip-off, the failed coup in Knockturn Alley which had left one Auror dead and another in St Mungo's, the headlong flight of the suspect, pursued by Harry alone, culminating in the distinctive hooded figure passing through the locked gates of Malfoy Manor as if they were smoke – a feat Harry had unfortunately failed to emulate.

"A suspect?" Draco cooed, eyes widening in mock surprise. "Here, in Malfoy Manor? Surely not."

"And surely you wouldn't obstruct an Auror in the course of his duties, Malfoy," Harry said menacingly.

Draco pouted, shrugged, stood aside. "Oh very well. Search if you must."

Harry gave him a curt nod and strode through the now-open gates. His temper was not improved by Draco's remark to his security guard, clearly meant to be overheard.

"Keep an eye on him, Jenkins, I doubt there is any suspect really. It's probably just a cheap ruse dreamed up by Potter so he can guzzle free champagne."

*
Followed at a not-quite discreet distance by Jenkins, Harry passed through the crowd of guests, searching for the elusive fugitive who had brought him here. The magical flares leapt and shrank, casting mysterious shadows across the turf. Clusters of guests called out, clinked glasses, laughed. From behind a neatly trimmed hedge came a peacock's unchancy cry. Draco had disappeared.

Reasonably certain his suspect wasn't on the lawn, Harry drifted towards the hedge. Another peacock cry, louder this time. It sounded annoyed.

"What's behind here?" Harry asked Jenkins.

For a moment it seemed the Malfoys' security wizard wouldn't answer. Harry gave him a hard-eyed stare, tapped the Auror symbol on his robe.

"Entertainment for the guests," Jenkins said at last. He added with a smirk, "Adult entertainment."

A preposterous image of Draco Malfoy buggering one of the Manor's famous white peacocks flashed into Harry's mind. He shook his head violently.

"Er, what kind of adult entertainment?" he asked, hoping that the lurid light from the flares would conceal his blush.

"Tunnel of Love," the security wizard said laconically, gesturing towards the hedge. "See for yourself."

As Harry got closer, he saw a low, narrow opening among the neatly-clipped yew branches. He drew his wand and ducked through. The path on the other side of the hedge led down towards an ornamental lake which normally, Harry imagined, contained fountains, maybe a sculpture or two. Now, however, it had been transformed into a gaudy imitation of a Muggle fairground ride, complete with a showman calling out enticements.

Unlike a Muggle ride, however, entrance was through the mouth of a gigantic simulacrum of a Hungarian Horntail, which hid the rest of the lake from view. A group of giggling witches (and a few wizards) appeared to be trying to persuade their escorts to embark in a series of small boats moored close to the Horntail's upcurled tongue. Harry's glance passed over them, then with a swift double-take he saw the occupants of the boat about to take the plunge into the Horntail's mouth. The one facing him, a supercilious smirk on his face, was Draco Malfoy. The other had their back turned; Harry couldn't tell if they were male or female. One thing he was certain of, however. Their posture, the hooded cloak, were very familiar.

It was the suspect he'd chased from Knockturn Alley.

*
Harry ran forward, wand raised, shouting "Halt!" just as the boat disappeared into the dragon's mouth. Fuming, he jumped into the next boat in line and attempted to cast off in pursuit.

Nothing happened.

An amused voice came from a group of onlookers. "You can't go into the Tunnel of Love on your own. The magic of the ride won't permit it."

Harry glared at the speaker, a tall slim black youth, who strolled up to the boat and placed his hand on the gunwale. He seemed very familiar.

"Blaise Zabini!"

The youth gave a small smile of acknowledgement. "Harry Potter," he drawled, eyeing Harry's maroon robe. "An Auror, no less. On duty?"

At Harry's nod, Blaise vaulted gracefully into the boat. "Then let me accompany you. We must do all we can to assist our gallant Aurors, mustn't we?"

The boat, recognising that it now had more than one passenger aboard, began to move smoothly towards the entrance of the Tunnel of Love.

*
The first thing that struck Harry once the boat was through the Horntail's mouth and flung in a flurry of foaming water onto the main body of the lake, was an overwhelming feeling of lust. His hand clenched around his wand as he tried desperately to master himself. Beside him Blaise chuckled, his eyes bright and mocking. Of course. This must be part of the magic of the ride, too.

In an effort to distract himself from his sudden desire to grab Blaise and fuck him senseless, Harry stared over the side of the boat, assessing his surroundings. Swirling, opaque barriers curved smoothly around their boat and prevented Harry from seeing any other craft on the lake; the boat moved slowly along the channel between the barriers, water lapping against its side. As they rounded the first corner Harry caught a glimpse of the boat he was chasing, but before he could cast a spell it had turned the next corner and was out of sight again.

The channel snaked sinuously between the magical barriers, turning the water into more of a meandering river than a lake. Harry realised that on the other side of the barrier was another part of the watercourse, confirmed when he heard sighs and moans of lust echoing through it.

"Why are we moving so slowly?" he muttered, frustrated. "The boat's almost stopped!"

"Because you aren't fulfilling the purpose of the ride," Blaise answered him. "If we don't make out, we'll be stuck here till we do."

Harry turned to look at him, gasped in shock. Blaise had discarded his clothing and lay back, stark naked, a wanton look on his handsome face.

"It's true, Harry. Touch me and find out." He grabbed Harry's hand, pressed it against his erect cock.

Immediately the boat began to move forward again.

*
"I don't have any lube," Harry blurted.

"This is a love boat," responded Blaise. He touched a small panel beside Harry; it sprang open to reveal a well-stocked locker full of sex toys, aphrodisiacs and jars of lube. Blaise ran an experienced eye over the jars, made his selection.

Harry stared, wide-eyed, as Blaise uncapped a jar, dipped in two fingers and scooped out a generous helping. Incredibly limber, the youth raised one leg above his head and began preparing himself. Responding to Harry's uncontrollable spike of desire at the sight, the boat picked up speed.

Blaise's glistening fingers moved languidly in and out of his hole. His eyes, fixed on Harry's, held challenge and invitation. Harry ran a finger around his collar; his Auror robes seemed suddenly too tight, too hot. Before he knew what he was doing, he too was naked. He reached out for Blaise, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence as he was welcomed with open arms. They kissed hungrily, pressing their bodies together, writhing in sweaty abandon.

Blaise reached for Harry's cock, guided him home. Harry buried himself balls-deep in the tight slick heat. He felt Blaise's fingernails rake his back, urging him on. Harry panted and thrust; the boat surged forward. And as Harry emptied himself into Blaise with a shrill cry of triumph, they hurtled round the next bend and crashed into the boat ahead.

*
Draco didn't bat an eyelid at the sight of a naked Auror clambering aboard his boat, wand upraised. But then, Draco was naked himself. His companion, however, still wore the hooded cloak Harry had first seen in Knockturn Alley. The hood partly concealed a face which Harry nevertheless recognised, with a sickening sense of shock.

"YOU??!!"

Harry had learned a lot in the Aurors. How to track a suspect. How to disarm, not kill. How to interrogate, with or without Veritaserum. He had not learned how to conceal his astonishment on being confronted by Severus Snape, returned from the dead.

Draco leaned forward, speaking low and earnestly. "He says he's innocent, he was set up in Knockturn Alley. He didn't kill your Auror."

"He has to come back with me for an enquiry," Harry said, his eyes fixed on Snape's face. The black eyes stared back impassively.

"I am willing to entrust myself to your... hands, Mr Potter."

Harry blushed, suddenly mindful of his nakedness. He hesitated. If the boat would only move if its occupants were engaging in some form of sexual activity...

Sensing his dilemma, Draco smirked. "Hitch the boats together. Blaise and I can shag for the both of us."

The changeover was quickly made: Harry, dressed in his Auror robes once more, sat holding Severus Snape at wandpoint in one boat, while Draco and Blaise, both naked, cuddled together in the other. A magical tether joined the two craft.

Blaise smiled back at Harry, his eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, his arm around Draco's waist.

"Looks like we've both got our man."

- fin -