Title: The Rooftop
Author: eeyore9990
Characters: Draco/Harry and other imaginary people
Rating: Hard R (Maybe NC-17?)
Warnings: Fanon goodness, toppy!Draco, creepy unpeople being creepy
Themes/kinks chosen: PORNography
Word Count: 1623
Summary: Harry finally gains entry to the Room that Draco's been requesting; shockingly he does not find a bunch of closeted Death Eaters (gay or otherwise). :D
Author's notes: Ahahaha, see how I incorporated that "rooftop" prompt, ghot? *smacks self* Title totally unrelated to the fic in any way unless you decide that it's the name of Draco's imaginary club, yes that's it OBVIOUSLY! A long overdue re-do of a fic for ghot's Kinky Kristmas prompt, the first of which I failed at completely by non-incorporation of her "first time" kink. :D

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Harry felt a thrill of satisfaction when he saw the dot labelled Draco Malfoy moving about in the Slytherin common room. He had finally come up with a way to get into the Room and catch Malfoy at whatever it was he was up to.

Racing to the seventh floor, he grinned at the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and his trolls before he steadied himself, shut his eyes tight, and began to pace.

"I want to find the place Draco Malfoy goes. I want to find the place Draco Malfoy goes. I want to find the place Draco Malfoy goes."

To this point he had only tried to request the Room when Malfoy was already in it. The idea of finding it before Malfoy entered had occurred to him in the early hours of the morning. He'd waited all day, impatiently sitting through one boring lecture after another until finally, finally his last class had let out and he'd been able to check the Map.

Opening his eyes now, a wild laugh burst from him when he saw the door shimmer into existence. He'd done it!

Hand shaking, Harry reached forward and turned the doorknob, drawing a deep, steadying breath as he pushed it open, wand out and ready. There was no telling what he'd find here; with his luck there'd be a wardrobe full of Death Eaters or something. A fit of giggles overwhelmed him at that thought. Really, how stupid would that be?

What he saw instead made his mouth go instantly dry, giving him no breath left for laughter. The second he crossed the threshold, drawn into the Room almost hypnotically by the flashing lights cutting streamers in the thrumming darkness, the deep pulse of some sort of heavy music vibrated through him. Bodies were moving against each other in time to the beat; sweat and sex permeated the air.

Harry looked around with wide eyes, watching the fantasy figures as they groped each other. The longer he stared, the more a vague feeling of wrongness penetrated his consciousness. It was as if the 'people' in the Room were running on some sort of tired loop, their bodies jerking to a pre-recorded rhythm. The creepiness reminded Harry of the staring, mechanical dolls in Muggle shop windows at Christmastime. Almost as one, the bodies, music, and lights stopped and Harry backed away into the darkness of the Room as the door opened once more.

Malfoy entered, his fair hair reflecting the lights that had started moving again on his entrance. As he closed the door, which dissolved behind him to leave a blank wall, he slid his robes off. Harry's eyes widened further as he saw the skin-tight trousers that looked to have been painted onto Malfoy's body. That was the only clothing he wore; even his feet were bare.

Malfoy threw himself into the dancing crowd and Harry shuddered as the bodies swarmed around Malfoy, nearly swallowing him into their writhing mass. Instinct pulled him forward, and Harry pushed his way through the dancers until he could see Malfoy again.

Malfoy had his head thrown back, his eyes closed as his body moved to the music. Harry stood still, just watching him. The people of the Room never touched him, not so much as a flailing limb jostled him. As he stared, Malfoy lifted his head, his mouth moving in some word Harry couldn't hear. The dancing bodies crowded around him again, but Harry was now close enough to still see Malfoy through them.

Hands were rubbing over Malfoy's body, pulling at the laces of his trousers. Mouths attacked his chest and stomach as bodies ground against him from all sides. He looked like… Harry didn't know what. He gulped, fascinated by the hands skimming Malfoy's pale flesh.

"Oh fuck," Harry breathed as a figure pulled Malfoy's trousers to his ankles, exposing his nude body to Harry's gaze. One dark head after another covered Malfoy's body and Harry nearly went to his knees when Malfoy's cock disappeared inside one of the greedy mouths.

Malfoy spread his arms, falling backward against the crowd as his cock was sucked by a… a fantasy. That's what this version of the Room was. It was Malfoy's fantasy, his own virtual reality porn. Harry bit his lip, pulling off his own robes as the heat of the Room overwhelmed him. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment when the front of his robes brushed over his groin. He hadn't realised he'd gone hard until that light touch sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

"Potter!"

Harry looked up as he heard his name. Malfoy was looking straight at him, his eyes gleaming with something like satisfaction or triumph. Malfoy pushed at the bodies surrounding him and they fell away immediately, only to start up with the hypnotic dancing again.

Malfoy stalked toward Harry, his nude body moving easily with the pulse of the music. His hands reached up, grabbing Harry's face. Harry barely managed to keep himself from flinching away.

Malfoy's lips moved, shaping a word that looked like "perfect" as his thumbs pulled at Harry's cheeks and his eyes stared at the scar on Harry's head.

"Fucking perfect," Malfoy mouthed before he pulled Harry against him, biting roughly at Harry's lips.

Harry, numb with the shock and unreality of the entire situation, fell into the harsh kiss and soon was returning bite for bite. As with everything else, it became a battle, a contest of wills to see who could outlast the other.

Unfortunately for Harry—or perhaps not—the Room was Malfoy's, to bend to his will. What felt like hundreds of hands began to pull on Harry's clothing, striping him eagerly and lifting him, spreading him for Malfoy. Panic began to stir in Harry as the hands stroked his flesh, fingers dipping into areas of his body no one had ever before touched. Pulling away from them meant pressing against Malfoy's body, however, encouraging Malfoy to deepen their kiss.

Malfoy's hand snaked down Harry's body, his fingers wrapping around Harry's cock and giving a quick tug that turned Harry's knees to jelly. As he dropped to the floor, Malfoy followed and they landed in a sprawl with Malfoy on top. Harry writhed against the slick wooden dancefloor as Malfoy's hot breath blew into his ear.

"Gonna fuck you," Malfoy whispered hoarsely, his hips jerking against Harry's and drawing moans from them both. Harry was sure, on some level, that this was a Really Bad Idea, but his body overrode the small voice that was telling him to get up and run.

As Malfoy's hand gripped his cock again, Harry's legs fell open, his chest heaving as he gave in to the pleasure spiralling through him. "More," he groaned, reaching clumsily for Malfoy's cock. Malfoy hissed in his ear as he found it and began to awkwardly slide his hand up and down the length of it.

Malfoy bit into his neck and his hand squeezed tightly over Harry, making him shout and nearly come on the spot.

"Fuck, fuck, 'm not gonna last," Malfoy gasped, and he pinned Harry with his body as he swivelled his hips to line up their erections. Slapping Harry's hand away, he gripped both of them in one of his hands—God, his fingers were so long and fuck, Harry was about to come—and began sloppily jerking them both as their hips bucked frantically.

Bodies writhing against one another, Malfoy stared hungrily down at Harry just before his face went slack and his mouth dropped open. As Harry watched Malfoy come, his own balls drew up tight against his body. He curled up against Malfoy's chest as the slippery sensation of Malfoy's come-covered hand brought him off.

Weak, panting, exhausted, Harry flopped back to the ground and just stared at Malfoy, who was staring back at him.

"Best fucking Room ever," Malfoy whispered before he rolled over and grabbed his trousers from the helpful hands of one of the plastic-gazed people watching them as they danced. "I don't even remember thinking of Potter, but… God, I'll have to remember this for next time."

Shaking his hair back from his sweaty face, Malfoy leaned over Harry and drew his finger along Harry's face, shaking his head as he marvelled at Harry. Harry just stared back, afraid to open his mouth in case he gave himself away.

"Next time. Next time I really will fuck him."

How surreal, that Malfoy was talking about him like this, as if he was speaking to the Room at large. Which he probably was, actually.

Harry pushed himself up onto one elbow to watch as Malfoy dressed and walked toward the door that had once again appeared in the wall. Malfoy glanced back over his shoulder one more time before throwing on his robes and leaving.

Harry slumped back to the ground as the club atmosphere faded around him, becoming just another empty room in a castle full of them. His clothing lay in a neat pile beside him and he slowly dressed, his mind replaying everything that had happened here. As he stood up, sliding his feet into his shoes, he contemplated what Malfoy would do the next time he came here and Harry didn’t appear.

Walking toward the nondescript wooden door, he reached down for the heap of his school robes and stopped. Who was to say he couldn't be here next time?

Fuzzy from his earlier release and stunned at the possibilities that formed in his mind, Harry didn't notice that the material of the school robes in his hands was of finer material than he was accustomed to, or that they hung an inch lower than normal.