Crimson Ink

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The tug on his mind as Tom kissed him told Harry to mentally connect again and the following words from Tom stunned him. (I found the heart of Gryffindor.)

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Dumbledore watched Sam curl up with Harry, "Good, Sam is turning out to be a worthwhile investment." He said indifferently as he watched things get a bit steamy between the two. However, a frown found its way to his face when Ron barged in with all the grace of a bludger and attacked the couple with a flurry of objects. "You're lucky he shut you up." The old wizard muttered menacingly as Ron was paralyzed by Harry's binding spell.

"Sam!" The image in the small mirror showed Harry running over and to the light haired Gryffindor on the floor. Apparently, he was charmed by Harry coming to his defense in the minor scuffle, Sam pulled Harry down into a kiss.

"A little drama might have helped them, but I can't allow you to remain unchecked." The headmaster said and waited. He continued watching until the two lovebirds called it a night and went to bed. "Come to me." He hissed with a gentle wave of his hand over the mirror. Suddenly, Ron's spellbound body started sliding along the floor. With another graceful wave the common room door swung open allowing the frozen redhead to slide out before it quietly shut behind him ...

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"Neville!" Draco mewled breathlessly and his back arched off the bench he was laying on as the equally naked Longbottom ravished him.

The original plan was to find a cozy room to makeout, but things got interesting as they walked around. Draco was speaking freely with Vesta covering for them. With everything from Myrtle's final passing , Bellatrix's near death and Sirius' reappearance coming out Neville thought Draco needed some stress relief sooner rather than later. Of course, that led to Neville kissing Draco and moving to the closest surface to ravish the blonde wizard. Draco never even knew his pants were gone until those hot lips moved from his lips to his freed cock.

Draco gasped as that hot tongue trailed down the Malfoy's hard cock, "Nev-ahh! D-don't ahh! Fuck!" He moaned wildly as Neville raised his legs, nearly folding Draco in half, for better access and latched onto the spot right between the weeping cock and the twitching pucker.

"Mm?" Neville hummed absentmindedly thoroughly enjoying Draco's hips wiggling against his mouth and the needy cries of pleasure falling from those lips as he sucked the flushed flesh. He pulled back for a second to admire the red love bites he made in the sensitive area. "You're enjoying this."

"Pervert." Draco gasped with a smirk even though his body was the one flushed and shivering with need.

Neville raised an eyebrow in amusement, "I'm the pervert? Let's see about that." He trailed his tongue over the love bites. He let one of Draco's legs rest on his shoulder so he had a free hand to lightly stroke his lover's hard cock. Then he moved his mouth up a little to tease each sensitive ball before, at an excruciatingly slow pace, moving to the hot twitching pucker. All while one hand stroked the Malfoy's cock.

"Ah! Ahhhah don't tease! No!" A flushed Draco whimpered and writhed as the hot tongue teasingly traced circles around the pucker and occasionally pressed against it<but never quite entering.

Each time Neville pressed his tongue against the tight entrance he pushed a little harder until his tongue finally pushed into the pucker. With the hand stroking the dripping cock and the tip of the hot tongue wiggling inside it was too much. Draco screamed and came hard soaking Neville's hand in cum.

"You're lucky we have Vesta or the entire castle would've heard that." Neville chuckled as he sat on the bench so he had one of Draco's smooth legs behind him, the other was draped across his lap and the Malfoy's drenched crotch was right on his hip.