Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Caught
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1500 *cries*
Status: Halloween Quickie Series, part 3 of 5.
Summary: Ron and Hermione rush to Harry's rescue.
Note: Written for awdt's Halloween Quickies, prompt #3 was: skeletons.
Freaking out: What was I thinking? A FICLET PER DAY? Combined into a series? Using prompts? Why didn't anyone tell me this was a crazy idea!? *pants* I will NOT make it!


#1: Ghostly Fun
#2: Filch's Fun
#3:

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Caught


"Come on! Hurry!" Ron exclaimed, urgently tugging Hermione's arm.

It was difficult to keep up with her boyfriend's long strides, but worry gave Hermione the necessary speed. They were sprinting towards the third floor, terrified that Harry was in terrible danger. A few minutes ago, while searching for an appropriate place to snog, they had spotted something odd and upsetting on Harry's map. Apparently, Harry was located in a small chamber in the third floor corridor with none other than Draco Malfoy.

It wasn't as though they didn't trust Harry to be able to take care of himself, but this was Malfoy, and if he wanted to harm Harry he would be sneaky about it and hex him while Harry wasn't looking. Then Harry would be left to Malfoy's mercy and there was no telling what Malfoy would be capable of doing to him.

"Alohomora!" Ron frantically waved his wand at the door, and they flew open allowing Ron and Hermione to rush inside. The room was empty, however, and Ron already opened his mouth to curse loudly, but Hermione shushed him.

"Listen!" she whispered, and Ron closed his mouth. Odd little sounds could be heard from their left. "There." Hermione pointed at the solid looking wall. They came closer and after a few taps of their wands, the wall jumped out of the way, revealing a narrow corridor. Hermione caught Ron's eye and placed a finger to her lips, indicating he should keep quiet. Ron nodded, and they both raised their wands, moving slowly and stealthy along the corridor, towards a dimly lit chamber on its end.

Silent and breathless, and fairly puzzled by the odd sounds they could hear, as one, they peeked out from behind the wall.

Much later, when Hermione thought back about this moment, she was very impressed and proud of Ron and her for managing not to scream loudly in shock.

Though it had been a near thing.

As Ron gurgled as though choking behind her, Hermione clamped a hand over her gasping mouth.

Harry and Malfoy were really here together, but fighting was clearly the last thing on their minds.

Draco Malfoy lay on the ground, sprawled naked on what Hermione presumed were their rumpled clothes. His body was flushed and covered with a sheen of sweat, his hands desperately clutching the material beneath him. His normally slick hair was splayed wildly around his face; face that contained an expression Hermione had never thought she would see on Draco Malfoy. It almost made him looked gentle. His bruised-looking lips were parted and his eyes were filled with awe and amazement, and considering what he was staring at, Hermione could hardly blame him.

Harry, nude and as sweaty and flushed as Malfoy, was straddling Malfoy's narrow hips, moving up and down in a steady, sure rhythm. His head was thrown back; his mouth opened as he gasped quietly with each downward thrust. His hands were wrapped around his own cock, stroking and squeezing in the same self-imposed pace that he was moving his entire body. The muscles in his legs contracted and quivered from exertion, but this did not stop him from repeatedly slamming down; eagerly fucking himself on Draco Malfoy's cock.

But what captured Hermione's attention was Harry's face. She had seen Harry looking almost exactly like this a thousand times before — whenever he had flown through the air on his broom. She could plainly see the same sort of exhilaration he displayed when flying; the same look of wonder that something so perfect existed. But now his expressive face displayed other, deeper feelings and after seeing them so clearly and vividly, something tender tugged at Hermione's heart. She had never really seen Harry looking this content.

When Malfoy thrust upwards, making Harry bounce a little before he adapted to this harder and faster pace, Hermione could hear loud retching sounds mixing with Harry's and Malfoy's increasingly louder moans.

She retreated quickly and quietly, closing the corridor after she had exited. She found her boyfriend clutching his stomach, looking pale and clammy. And oddly red-eyed.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Hermione asked worriedly, wondering if Ron had been crying.

"I've tried to Scourgify my eyes," Ron mumbled. "It didn't help," he sniffed and stumbled away, disoriented and possibly blind.

Hermione rushed after him, grabbing his arm to support him and guide his steps.

"We should rescue him," Ron gasped, breathing heavily. "He's Imperiused. Or hexed, or stuffed with Love Potion, or suffering amnesia, or ..."

"If you really believe that, Ron, you wouldn't have walked away just now, but reacted immediately." Hermione smiled weakly but sympathetically. Though she loved Harry and wanted him to be happy, this was too big of a shock. Harry explaining things to them in advance would have helped. But he had never said a word.

"He looks so happy," Ron sniffed, as though the thought of Harry's happiness distressed him. "This isn't right. It should have been Ginny. Or Charlie, apparently."

"Charlie? Charlie's gay?" Hermione wondered. She did not know that.

"Well, I don't know. He could be. Maybe we should ask him and then offer him Harry. Or maybe we could just offer him Harry and see what happens."

Hermione patted Ron's back. "I don't think Harry would want to be offered to someone. Apparently, he made his choice."

"No, no! Don't say that. This is just a fluke. I'm sure of it," Ron argued desperately, his blue eyes troubled. "All right, so Harry is gay. Which means that whoever was writing those pink messages all over the place was right. That's fine. But Hermione, we're talking about the Ferret here. Harry should be rescued from his own bad taste. And he's obviously in danger from the crazy wall-writing person. In danger! Because of Malfoy!"

"That is worrying," Hermione agreed. "But don't you see, Ron? You can't lose your mind over this and have the same reaction like the mad person who had been writing these things; the person who obviously wants to hurt Harry."

"I don't want to hurt Harry. Just Malfoy."

"At this point," Hermione said in a small tentative voice. "That seems to be the same thing."

Looking exasperated and seemingly defeated, Ron buried his face in his hands. "Urgh!" he exclaimed eloquently.

Instead of consoling him, Hermione couldn't help snickering. "You know, Harry did always have a thing for riding broom —"

"No broomstick jokes!" Ron raised his hands defensively. "Can't you see I'm traumatised? Show some sympathy for your poor distressed boyfriend."

"Oh come on. We're not the one polishing Malfoy's broom." Ron whimpered, so Hermione hurried on, "Ron, this is Harry we're talking about. And he at least, deserves to be with whomever he wishes. Especially if that person so clearly makes him happy. We have to be the ones defending him from intolerant people who'll undoubtedly be horrified by his relationship with Malfoy. Not the ones accusing him of doing something wrong. Don't you think he suffered through enough accusations already?"

"I'll always defend Harry," Ron said quickly, clearly hurt.

"Well then. If this makes him happy — and oh my! Judging by the ecstatic way he was jump —"

"Hermione!"

"Sorry." Hermione grinned sheepishly. "If Malfoy makes him happy, do you want to be the one to tell him he should stop seeing him? That he should stop being happy?"

Ron stared at her with his red, abused eyes for a long moment. "You're a vile, manipulative woman," he grumbled at last, his gaze too soft for his pinched expression and rude words.

"Which is why you love me." Hermione smiled and then blushed when she realized what she had said.

The tips of his ears pink, Ron smiled back as he said, "Actually, I love you for your fabulous body, not your mind."

Laughing and still blushing, Hermione whacked him over the head and then allowed herself to be trapped into his embrace.

After a long, slow kiss, Ron declared, "Now, to erase the horrifying images from our minds, we could go to the feast to see those dancing skeletons everyone's talking about and then later we could make out in one of Hagrid's giant pumpkins." Ron waggled his eyebrows.

"That has to be the oddest proposition I've ever received," Hermione concluded, scrunching up her face.

"I'm adventurous and exciting." Ron nodded, but then frowned. "But at the moment blind, so you'll have to hold my hand and lead me to the Hall."

Hermione sighed, doing as asked, tugging Ron towards the large staircase. "You know, Scourgify could actually be dangerous for your eyes."

"Never made it that far. I nearly poked my eyes out with my wand. Seemed like a good idea at the time."

"You poor thing," Hermione said, grinning, before she lowered her voice. "If you catch me, I'll show you a better place you can poke your wand in." Then, laughing at Ron's shocked expression, she freed her hand and sprinted down the staircase. Ron promptly sprinted after her, apparently no longer blind.

As they rushed towards the Great Hall, happily shrieking and laughing along the way, they both failed to notice a lone, cloaked figure that had been lurking and eavesdropping in the alcove above; and then, armed with a wand, moved towards the chamber containing Harry and Draco.

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I forgot which book and which chapter but this is a quote from HP: The rest of the school was happily anticipating their Halloween feast; the Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrid's vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in, and there were rumours that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for the entertainment. So see, there's such a thing as dancing skeletons.

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#4: Backfired
#5: Coming Out