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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Blaise_Zabini
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Partial_Threesome, love_doll
  Series:
      Part 1 of Happy_Birthday_Draco
  Collections:
      Sensations_in_Seduction
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-30 Words: 5627
****** Happy Seventeenth Birthday Draco ******
by ladyroxanne21
Summary
     The only thing Draco really wants for his birthday is Harry. Lucky
     for him, someone sends him a love doll of Harry to play with.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Harry spotted Draco Malfoy in the library. He was sitting next to Blaise Zabini
and they appeared to be studying. However, since Harry was certain that Draco
was up to something dark, he decided that listening to their conversation might
be helpful in figuring out what.
With a good look around, Harry slipped into a shadow at the back of a stack and
pulled his invisibility cloak on. It seemed like forever, but finally, Harry
was sneaking up on Draco and Blaise. The conversation seemed promising at
first.
“I'm running out of time!” Draco complained, looking extremely stressed out.
“Draco...” Blaise murmured with a frown, clearly concerned. “It's your
birthday! Stop worrying about what the Insane One wants and relax a little. You
nearly died the other day! You deserve to unwind at least a little. Let's dip
into my stash of Ogden's Finest and get drunk and take turns pretending to hex
Harry Potter into oblivion.”
Draco scoffed and waved this suggestion away. “I really don't want to hex
Potter.”
“You don't?!” Blaise asked incredulously. “But he nearly killed you the other
day!”
Under his invisibility cloak, Harry was cringing. It was true. He hadn't meant
to nearly kill Draco, but that's what had almost happened, and Harry felt
downright guilty about it. He wished there was something he could do to make up
for it.
“You weren't there,” Draco pointed out. “You didn't see the look on his face. I
was going to Crucio him and he reacted in self defense with a curse that I've
never heard before. It was clearly a very dark curse, but he looked just as
shocked by it as I was. I really don't think he knew what it was. Of course, if
you tell anyone I said that, I'll drag you somewhere that no one will ever find
you and perform that curse on you! I plan to act like I'm highly affronted and
guilt Potter into doing me a favor when it's the most opportune moment.”
Blaise snorted in amusement. “I wouldn't think of you as a true Slytherin if
you didn't!” He patted Draco on the back with a big grin. “So tell me, what  do
you want for your birthday? I must confess that I only got you a little box of
chocolates so far because I was too worried about you dying to go proper
shopping.”
Draco sighed and looked around to make sure that no one was nearby. Seeing that
the library was almost deserted, he turned back to Blaise. “You  know  what I
want.”
Blaise laughed and patted Draco on the back again. “So sorry, but I don't have
the ability to serve Harry Potter to you on a silver platter!”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Shh! Someone might hear you!”
Blaise chuckled. “You think that anyone would believe I wasn't joking or trying
to wind you up? Well, anyone who's not in Slytherin. We've all had to put up
with your Potter obsession for years.”
Draco stuck his nose into the air as high as it would go. “I'm not obsessed!”
“Of course not!” Blaise stated in a way that meant the exact opposite. “And my
mother hasn't obtained an enormous fortune by marrying and swindling wealthy
men!”
Draco rolled his eyes again. “Like you're not going to do exactly the same
thing!”
“Good thing for me that I rather like blokes. I can marry the wealthy ones and
have mistresses on the side,” Blaise stated, quite seriously, from what Harry
could tell.
Draco shook his head. “It'll be the exact opposite for me. I'll marry a
pureblood witch and have a couple of blokes on the side.”
“Maybe once Insane One takes over, you can convince him to give you Golden Boy
on a silver platter,” Blaise suggested.
“What's with you and silver platters?” Draco asked dryly. “Makes it sound like
I'm some sort of cannibal!” Then he sighed a bit morosely. “And no, that
repugnant idiot plans to kill him, so unless he then makes Potter into an
Inferius, and actually not even then, blech!”
Blaise laughed. “Maybe I should conjure you a Harry Potter doll for your
birthday.”
“You can do that?” Draco asked with interest.
It was Blaise's turn to roll his eyes. “No, but I would if I could, and
actually, I'd probably use that doll a couple of times before giving him to
you.”
Draco looked nauseous for a moment. “I really don't want that image in my
head!”
“Liar,” Blaise accused with a flirty purr. “Anyway, I've arranged for Theo,
Vince, and Greg to room with others tonight. I say we drink an entire bottle of
Ogden's Finest, and then another, and so on, until we pass out.”
“It would be nice to forget about everything for a while,” Draco murmured, his
expression haunted and far away for a moment.
“And who knows, maybe I can find a spell to conjure a Harry Potter doll for
you,” Blaise suggested waving his wand around to summon a book on conjuring.
Draco snorted in amusement. “Knowing you, it'll be some little thing about a
foot tall, which would be far too tiny to properly play with!”
“I don't know, I could think of a lotof things to do to a doll that size,”
Blaise stated with a salacious wink.
“Merlin and Salazar you're a perverted one!” Draco exclaimed with a laugh.
“Ah, but you love me for it!” Blaise insisted, kissing Draco on the cheek.
Draco rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Blaise. “Damn it! You've managed to
put me in a good mood. How am I supposed to brood properly if I'm in a good
mood?”
Blaise roared with laughter. “It's good to see you in a good mood, and I'll do
whatever it takes to keep you in it for the rest of the day! Hey, you want me
to invite Pansy to our drinking session tonight?”
“Nah, she can drink us both under the table, and then it would probably turn
into a threesome,” Draco complained.
“What's wrong with that?” Blaise wondered with a tilted head. “And wouldn't
that be a foursome if I manage to conjure that doll?”
Draco let loose the richest laugh Harry had ever heard from him. “Oi,
presumptuous?! Who said I wasn't talking about a threesome with Pansy and the
doll?!”
Blaise straightened up with an expression of shock. “You'd share your Harry
Potter doll with  Pansy??? ”
Draco looked nauseous again. “Bleh! That's  really  an image I don't want in my
head!” He shuddered lightly in horror.
Blaise gave an exaggerated exhalation of relief. “Whew! For a moment there, I
thought I had a reason to be jealous!”
Draco smirked a bit evilly. “Of who? Pansy? Or the doll?”
Blaise acted as if he were giving this a lot of thought. Draco simply shook his
head and kissed Blaise on the cheek. With an impertinent grin, Blaise pointed
at the book.
“Look, I've found a spell to conjure a doll, but as you've already mentioned,
it's only about a foot tall. Worse, it's not very specific in looks,” Blaise
explained.
“I wonder if we could play around with the spell to make him bigger and
specific looking?” Draco mused, stroking his chin.
“Do you realize that if we successfully created a life sized love doll of Harry
Potter, we'd probably be able to sell him for an absolute fortune!” Blaise
exclaimed excitedly.
“Oi!” Draco growled unhappily. “This is my birthday present we're talking
about! I wouldn't sell it for all the money on the planet!”
Blaise held up his hands soothingly. “No need to get tetchy! I was only
joking!” Then he looked like he was struck by an interesting thought. “Er... if
we manage to make him life sized, how will you hide him from the rest of our
dorm mates? And Pansy? And who's to say some smart arsed Slytherin won't run
off with him and leave him on the staff table in the great hall?”
Draco looked stumped for a moment. “Well... obviously we're going to have to
figure out a way to shrink him when we're done.”
“Or vanish him?” Blaise suggested.
“No,” Draco shook his head insistently. “I'd far prefer to shrink him and keep
him for later use.”
Blaise chuckled. “I'd almost forgotten how possessive you are!”
Draco wrinkled his nose grumpily. “Oh just shut it and help me practice these
conjuring spells.”
“Yes, my Prince!” Blaise stated, managing to sound both mocking and flirty at
the same time.
Harry watched in fascination for hours as they tried their best to conjure an
actual doll of  him ! He was sitting in an empty chair at their table, under
the invisibility cloak, and he still couldn't believe that they were serious.
He felt like he was being subjected to a long and drawn out joke, but clearly,
they were invested in this plan.
Eventually, the bell rang the warning for dinner time. Draco slammed the book
shut with a frustrated growl. So far, their best efforts had resulted in a
vaguely Harry looking wooden doll about two feet tall.
“This isn't working!” Draco sighed in disappointment.
Blaise shrugged as if he hadn't a care in the world. “We'll try again after
dinner. Maybe once we're alone in our dorm and slightly drunk, we'll figure it
out.”
“Maybe,” Draco murmured, sounding like he didn't actually believe it. After
that, the two of them got up and left for the great hall. Harry watched them go
with a puzzled expression. Slowly, a plan formed in his mind.
 
                                      ***
 
“I'm beyond delighted that you actually got ride of the others for the night,”
Draco stated sincerely as they entered their dorm. “That all on its own is a
worthy birthday present,” he said as he shut the door behind them.
Blaise stopped short. “Er... Draco? What's that on your bed?”
Draco looked to where Blaise was pointing, and then rubbed his eyes. Shaking
his head in stunned disbelief, he murmured: “ No ... that looks like...  Harry
Potter !”
And it did too. Draco was positive he had to be seeing things since there was
no way on Earth that the Golden Boy would be sleeping in his bed. Draco craned
his neck back and forth as he examined the situation carefully.
Blaise picked up the note laying on top of the blanket over Harry's chest. He
barely had time to read it before his jaw dropped in shock. Draco snatched the
note and read it out loud.
“Congratulations on your birthday. Here is your exclusive Harry Potter doll.
He's extremely life like and obeys most simple commands. He cannot talk and
will disappear by morning.”
“Fuck...” Draco exhaled in appreciation.
“It's missing his glasses,” Blaise murmured in disappointment.
“It's a doll,” Draco stated with a shrug. “What does it need glasses for?”
“I wonder who sent it?” Blaise asked with a frown.
“Who cares?” Draco questioned with a grin. “I'm going to have so much fun with
him!”
“Oi, planning to share?” Blaise challenged with a wild grin.
“Maybe a little,” Draco replied with a mischievous smirk. He then climbed into
his bed – which was a little bigger than the rest of them because his father
had made a large donation to the school and Draco had insisted on a full rather
than a twin.
Carefully, Draco pulled back the blanket just a bit to look under it. “The doll
is naked,” he announced with a pleased grin.
“Nice,” Blaise purred in appreciation as he got an eyeful too. “I wonder how
true to life he is?”
“It's probably an exaggeration based on what I might like,” Draco theorized
with a shrug.
“I didn't realize you liked them big, and he's not even hard yet,” Blaise
remarked with a smirk.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Oi, this is  my  love doll! It
doesn't matter how big he is since he exists for me to play with.”
“I wonder what commands he can follow?” Blaise said, his voice soft with
thought.
“Well, the note did say simple commands, so probably things like kiss me or
suck me,” Draco hypothesized. “Which sounds like an excellent idea!”
Blaise watched Draco move the doll's right arm so that Draco could lay down
next to it and rest his head on the doll's shoulder. Blaise copied him on the
left, noticing that Draco hadn't removed the blanket yet. This made Blaise
laugh.
“I wonder how long it'll take you to unwrap your present.”
Draco purred happily. “I'm just imagining everything I want to do and trying to
decide what to do first.”
“I wonder who gave it to you,” Blaise stated with a frown.
“Maybe it was Pansy,” Draco suggested with a shrug. “She's pretty good at
conjuring.”
“Wouldn't it be hilarious to dress the doll up like a girl and take pictures?”
Blaise asked with a laugh.
“Nah! In order to do that, we'd have to raid Pansy's wardrobe, and actually,
none of her clothes would fit him. We'd have to raid Millie's closet, and I
don't want to explain why I want to cross dress just to spend the night
drinking with you!” Draco exclaimed, killing that idea. “And besides, I'd never
show the pictures to anyone. You know if I did, they'd just accuse me of either
drinking Polyjuice or giving you Polyjuice to turn into Potter.”
“That could be fun,” Blaise murmured speculatively. “I wonder if we took some
hair from this doll, would it work in Polyjuice? We could take turns changing
into him for some kinky playtime.”
“Don't be an idiot,” Draco sneered. “You'd turn into a doll and then who knows
if it would ever wear off!”
“Good point,” Blaise murmured in disappointment.
Draco pulled out his wand and cast a spell to lock the door. Then he cast
another spell to make sure no one listening out in the hall could hear anything
they did in here. When he was done, he gave Blaise a big grin.
“I'm so glad you got rid of the others,” Draco stated, unconsciously stroking
the doll's chest. “It's going to be hard enough letting you play too. I think
I'd be far too jealous to share with anyone else!”
Blaise smiled at him. “I just want to play a little, then I'll back off and let
you enjoy your present.”
Draco snorted in amusement. “And watch, you pervert!”
Blaise looked incredulous. “What? You think this isn't going to be the hottest
sight ever?”
“Excellent point!” Draco agreed with a grin. He then shifted until he was able
to kiss the doll. There was no response at first, so Draco pulled back and
ordered the doll: “Kiss me.”
This time the doll responded to Draco's kiss. Draco moaned and wound his
fingers through it's hair. After that, the snogging got rather passionate.
“So hot...” Blaise whispered reverently.
Draco broke off the kiss to smirk at Blaise. “Of course!” He then pulled the
blanket down a bit to stroke the doll's naked chest. He groaned softly in
longing. “I know what I'm asking for my birthday every year for the rest of my
life!” He pressed kisses to the doll's chest before swirling his tongue around
a nipple.
“Can I kiss him?” Blaise asked softly.
“As long as you don't bite,” Draco permitted with a serious expression. “I know
how much you love to bite while snogging.”
“But it's not like the doll will get upset,” Blaise argued.
Draco glared at him. “ My doll, my rules. Take it or leave it.”
“Fine,” Blaise capitulated with a sigh. He then snogged the doll quite
thoroughly while Draco busied himself licking the other nipple.
Draco had a great deal more fun than he would admit to just stroking, licking,
and pressing little kisses all over the doll's chest and abdomen.
Blaise chuckled a few minutes later. “I'm surprised that you didn't order him
to do that to you.”
Draco shrugged, barely pausing his task. “My biggest fantasy is to tie Potter
up and do whatever I want. Don't need to tie the doll up for this, but I still
plan to enjoy it.” His hand slipped underneath the blanket and grinned. “Looks
like he's able to respond to our touch.”
Blaise stole a peek under the blanket. “Wow, I think I might be jealous!”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Blaise, must I remind you that you are hung?  I
wouldn't let you near my arse if you paid me, blackmailed me, bribed me, or won
a favor in a bet!”
“But you'll let him?” Blaise asked, sounding slightly miffed.
“If it were really him and he asked, I might consider it. Actually, it probably
wouldn't take a lot for him to talk me into it, but since this is just a doll,
I'm definitely going to have my fun,” Draco explained with a smile, one hand
stroking the doll's rigid shaft.
“I keep trying to tell you that bottoming feels better than topping,” Blaise
murmured as he swirled his tongue around one of the doll's nipples. “So much
better!”
“I'll keep that in mind,” Draco replied with a smile, his hand still fondling
the doll's shaft. “But I'm still not letting you do me. Ever.”
“Aww,” Blaise pouted in disappointment. He lightly nipped the doll's nipple,
which actually provoked a tiny gasp. This was amusing enough that he did it
again.
Draco smirked evilly. “If bottoming is so much better, then why do you want to
top me anyway?”
“Because I bet you'd feel like heaven!” Blaise informed him with a leer.
“Of course I would!” Draco agreed with a pleased grin. “Now, I think I've let
you play with my doll enough.”
“Wait, let me suck on him a bit,” Blaise said with a tone of light begging.
“Fine, but then you have to watch me from a chair next to the bed,” Draco
bargained.
“Fair enough,” Blaise conceded.
Draco settled himself so that he could snog the doll while Blaise sucked on
him. It was actually hard to pay attention to what he was doing, because he
well knew that Blaise liked to worship an erect penis like he was making an
offering to a God – which provoked soft groans from the doll. It was almost as
fun to watch as it was to experience, but Draco was determined to pretend like
he was kissing the  real  Harry Potter. Well, a real Harry that wouldn't hex
Draco for kissing him.
“Fuck,” Blaise swore appreciatively a few minutes later. “This doll really is
life like! He's even producing drops of preejaculate!”
“Let me see,” Draco insisted, shifting until he was eye to shaft with the doll.
“Oh... he is...” Draco took the shaft from Blaise and bent to lick the small
opening a few times. “Hmm, he's rather tasty.”
“Mmmhmm,” Blaise hummed in agreement. A grin split his lips as he watched Draco
try to cram as much of the glistening shaft in his mouth as possible. “Merlin's
inverted nipples! That's so erotic!”
The doll started writhing and his moans got louder. Draco pulled off with a
pleased smirk. Then he looked pointedly at Blaise.
“Off the bed,” Draco ordered with a tone that indicated that he'd not tolerate
any arguments. “I plan to move on, and actually, try to watch quietly. If you
wank, aim somewhere other than my bed. Or any of my belongings!” He pulled off
his shirt and tossed it across the room.
Blaise chuckled as he slipped off the bed. Draco was already pulling his
trousers and pants off and tossing them after his shirt. “As you wish, and yes,
I'm totally going to wank!”
Draco simply nodded as he watched his fingers massage the doll's tightly
puckered hole. “Don't know why, but I expected a love doll to come prepared and
lubricated.”
Blaise laughed softly. “Well, it seems that the creator was going for realism
over convenience.”
“I love the realism, but a little convenience would have been nice,” Draco
murmured, and then conjured an oil that smelled like citrus and herbs. He
carefully pushed one finger in, not wanting to cause damage, even if it was
just a doll.
When the doll's moans returned to a good sound, Draco decided that it was the
right time to add a second finger. By the time he had three fingers inside the
doll, he was writhing in pleasure again. Draco sent Blaise a look of absolute
delight.
“This is going to be so good!” Draco announced happily.
“I'm most definitely jealous!” Blaise exclaimed in agreement.
Draco didn't bother to respond as he conjured more oil and rubbed his shaft
until it was well lubricated. After that, he climbed up the doll until he was
in position and had pulled the doll's legs over his hips, but before he did
anything, he gave the doll another tender kiss. He had no idea why, but he
didn't want to hurt his doll. He wanted to pamper and be gentle with his doll.
Maybe it was because – without glasses and with his eyes closed – the doll
looked utterly vulnerable.
Draco pushed into the doll slowly, taking time to make sure that he didn't
cause any damage. He was rather hoping that he'd be able to get more than one
use out of the doll before it disappeared, and he figured that damaging him
would ruin the fun. Besides, it felt better to slide in a little at a time.
When he was buried completely, Draco let out a happy sigh. “I was right, this
feels better than anything!”
“Hey!” Blaise protested with a pout.
“Stop being jealous,” Draco insisted, glaring at his friend lightly. “Your arse
feels good too, just not this good, and that's probably because the doll was
designed to be extra tight.”
“Extra tight and hung; this doll really could make a fortune!” Blaise muttered,
stroking his own shaft almost lazily.
“Mmm,” Draco moaned in agreement, his mouth busy snogging again.
Draco had great fun with a moderate pace that let him thrust into the doll for
a long time. In fact, with no reason to rush, he took the time to find the spot
that made the doll gasp and cry – which sounded a bit like a cat mewling. The
sounds were like music to Draco's soul.
When he had figured out how to hit that spot just right with each thrust, Draco
sped up a little. He still had no desire to rush things, but it felt so good
that he couldn't help it. He gripped the Harry doll's shoulders to give him
better leverage as his snogged and pounded away. His own moans were loud and
full of bliss. The end was definitely imminent!
“Scratch my back!” Draco ordered. The doll complied even as Draco seized his
lips again. By now, the doll must have learned how to kiss from Draco, because
he gave it his all – as opposed to the first kiss, which was a bit stiff and
seemed like it came from a complete novice.
The snogging and the back scratching soon had Draco near his limit. He broke
free of the kiss to gasp repeatedly from waves of hot pleasure that seemed to
flow over him. However, he wasn't orgasming yet. But the doll was! He rippled
around Draco's shaft and seemed to forget how to breathe as spunk squirted out
between them.
This was enough to send Draco into a spiral of pleasure that made him feel like
the whole world was spinning. His breath also caught in his throat, making his
cry nearly silent for the first time. Then he gasped softly as his whole body
shook and he pumped the doll full.
When he felt like he absolute jelly, he collapsed onto the doll. Snuggling him
tight, Draco purred happily between breathless pants. He even pressed little
kisses all over the doll's face.
“That was the best birthday present ever,” Draco pronounced with a grin. “And
in five or ten minutes, it'll be the best present all over again.”
“Can I lick him clean?” Blaise asked hopefully.
Draco looked over to find that Blaise was busy checking himself over to make
sure that he'd vanished all the spunk from his naked body. “Why not? Just give
me a minute to stop feeling like vanilla pudding.”
Blaise climbed onto the bed and gave Draco a kiss on the cheek. “I'm glad to
see you relaxed and happy for a change.”
“Don't mention that because then I start thinking about everything I have to
do,” Draco grumbled, rolling off the doll to lay on his back with an arm over
his face. “I start thinking about how my parents are in the hands of a mad man
who will hurt them if I don't succeed.”
“I'm sorry,” Blaise apologized hastily. “Here, watch this.”
Draco shifted to his side and propped his chin up with a hand. It was
fascinating to see Blaise lick all the smeared globs of white off the doll's
abdomen. Even better, the doll made a soft yet incredulous gasp. Then Blaise
moved on to lick the deflated shaft, and the doll seemed to stop breathing
altogether.
“Merlin's flabby love handles!” Draco swore in awe. “He's just a doll, but his
expressions are so precious! Even with his eyes closed, he looks like he's
gobsmacked by what you're doing.”
 Draco played with the doll's hair and kissed his face again.
“Why haven't you told him to open his eyes?” Blaise paused what he was doing to
ask curiously.
“Because I think that would be a bit creepy,” Draco answered with a shrug. “A
doll staring at me while I did whatever I wanted to him... Doesn't that sound
creepy to you?”
“Now that you mention it,” Blaise murmured in agreement before wiggling his
tongue in the doll's bellybutton. Then he returned to cleaning and sucking on
the doll's shaft. “Oh! Looks like he's able to respond again already!”
 Draco huffed happily. “Oh sure! He's ready before I am!”
“Not quite, and if you want, I'll get you up again,” Blaise offered with a
lecherous waggle of his brows.
“You do know where I've been, right?” Draco drawled, half amused and half
horrified.
“Yep, all part of the fun!” Blaise assured him.
“Well, if you insist,” Draco murmured, gesturing to his shaft invitingly.
Blaise pushed Draco onto his back, and then practically attacked him in his
enthusiasm. Draco moaned in appreciation. “As always, such a talented mouth! If
you really do plan to marry rich men, they're going to love this!”
 Blaise didn't respond except to hum for several minutes. Draco started to
writhe just a bit near the end when his shaft was definitely rock hard once
more. He pushed Blaise away with both his hands.
 Blaise smirked at him. “Just so you know, practicing oral by going down on a
girl helps make this easier.”
 Draco – panting lightly – merely shrugged. “I never really found that
pleasant.”
 He then climbed back onto the doll and draped its legs over his shoulders. It
only took just a bit more oil since the doll was still well prepared and now
full of spunk for added lubrication. It was sheer bliss to sink back into the
doll! Draco moaned and felt his eyes crossing.
“Give him a handjob,” Draco ordered Blaise, referring to the doll with a
gesture. The angle they were at, Draco was on his knees and the doll was bent a
full 90 degrees at his slightly elevated hips, so there was plenty of room for
a hand.
“With pleasure!” Blaise accepted with a grin. He palmed the beautiful shaft
eagerly, taking care to keep time with Draco's thrusts.
 This time, Draco wasn't in the mood to last all night, so he picked a
moderately fast speed, but nothing that would finish him off anytime soon. The
doll made the most delicious grunts and groans. It didn't take too long for the
doll to grow noticeably tighter, which made Draco moan and sigh as if he was in
heaven.
 Blaise shifted so that he could suck on the doll's shaft. This had the
immediate reaction of pulling something very close to a squeal out of the doll
as he arched his back and pumped the hot mouth full. Blaise utterly   loved
how it felt like his face was being used like a toy while Draco sped up until
he was literally pounding into the doll like a jackhammer.
 Less than a minute later, Draco threw his head back and let out a breathy roar
as his orgasm shook his whole body. His nails dug into the doll's hips to keep
himself steady until he started coming down from the high.
 Blaise hastily moved when Draco wobbled. A moment later, Draco withdrew and
rather roughly collapsed onto the doll. He turned his head toward Blaise even
as he tried to tangle his fingers in the sparse hair on the doll's chest.
“Merlin's saggy balls! I really wish I could keep him forever!” Draco exclaimed
softly, still panting fairly heavily – as was the doll.
“I finished wanking not ten minutes ago, but I already feel like I have blue
balls!” Blaise complained from where he knelt next to Draco and the Harry Doll.
He was pleasuring his shaft with short quick strokes.
“I might be willing to swallow that load for you if you'll let me sleep in late
tomorrow and bring me breakfast in bed,” Draco bargained shrewdly.
“Deal!” Blaise blurted out, his strokes getting a bit faster for a few moments,
and then he grabbed Draco's head and pulled him slightly closer. He barely
managed to get the fat and bulbous glans in Draco's mouth before he was
spurting and groaning happily. The moment Draco was done swallowing, Blaise
flopped onto the bed next to them.
“Oh no!” Draco growled unhappily. “You go to your own bed! I plan to snuggle
until either I fall asleep or he disappears, whichever happens first.”
“I will, just give me a minute!” Blaise begged lightly.
 Draco chuckled. “I just remembered that you haven't given me a present yet,
and after this, I know exactly what I want!”
 Blaise rolled his eyes. “We've already established that I'm shite at conjuring
dolls!”
“Nope,” Draco shook his head with a mischievous expression. “I'll take one of
those body sized pillows with a naked picture of this doll on the cover so I
can snuggle with it each night.”
“I think I can do that, but I'd probably better put a picture of Insane Snake
Face on the other side of the cover so that no one would dare touch it,” Blaise
reasoned with a grin.
 Draco snorted. “As much as I appreciate the thought, if everyone knew I had a
pillow with that repugnant face on it, they'd get the terribly wrong idea!”
“I could put Millie's face on it,” Blaise suggested thoughtfully.
“Still the wrong idea!” Draco protested with a horrified shudder.
“One of the Weird Sisters?” Blaise asked, sounding like it was a last resort.
“That'll work,” Draco murmured in agreement before yawning. “Now seriously, get
out of my bed. I think I might actually be able to sleep tonight.”
 Blaise kissed Draco's cheek. “Sweet dreams.”
 When Blaise was in his own bed, Draco purred happily and ruffled doll Harry's
messy hair. Then he shifted so that he was laying on his side using the doll's
shoulder as a pillow. It didn't take too long for soft snores to erupt from
Draco – which were drowned out by much louder snores from Blaise. The soft
snores were interrupted for just a moment when Draco shifted onto his back and
sprawled out as much as possible with the doll in his bed.
 Time passed slowly until the snores were deep enough to leave no doubt that
the two Slytherins were sound asleep. Then – slowly – Harry shifted to the side
of the bed. He sat up and slid out of bed. Reaching under the bed, he located
his invisibility cloak and pulled his glasses free from it.
 It was dark enough in the room by now that Harry couldn't see clearly even
with his glasses, but that was just fine in his opinion. He looked at Draco's
sleeping body, his heart stopping for a moment when Draco wiggled into the warm
spot where Harry had been. He'd thought for sure that he was going to get
caught leaving! But no, Draco simply murmured sleepily before resuming his
adorable snores.
That was not what I expected at all!   Harry thought with a soft smile.   I
thought that they'd hex me once or twice, tie me up, and then abuse me until I
cursed my Gryffindor bravery, but that was actually brilliant. Almost how I
pictured my first time actually, aside from the extra person. If we both make
it through the war, I might have to confess to Draco that I was the one who
sent a *doll* of me to him for his birthday. Who knows? After the war, maybe
we'll get along better. Maybe we could even try having a friendship. With
benefits!
 Harry leaned over and kissed Draco very softly. Then he silently mouthed
Happy Birthday  . After that, he made sure that he had the bag with his clothes
in it before pulling his cloak on. He disappeared instantly and made his way to
the door. Here, he had to stop for a moment to grab his wand and unlock the
door. A second later, he was making his way out of the Slytherin dungeon and
back to his dorm, a huge and goofy smile on his face the entire way.
 
End Notes
     I love sneaky Harry! :-D
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