It was the last year at Hogwarts for Harry Potter. At the beginning of the year, he and Draco Malfoy had gotten over their usual rivalry and now they were dating. Actually, they were in love. It had taken their friends a while to get over the shock, but now they were used to seeing Harry and Draco exchange a tender kiss or whisper sweet nothings to each other in the hallways.
Now it was two weeks to graduation. And it was Draco's eighteenth birthday. As a special surprise, Harry had persuaded everyone to stay out of the Gryffindor common room for the night.
Harry put out a lot of candles and a bunch of roses and two bottles of wine. Then he put a blindfold on Draco and led him in.
"What is it, kitten?" Draco said. "I was going to blindfold you, remember?"
Then Harry took the blindfold off and Draco saw the surprise. He was so happy, he grabbed Harry and gave him a passionate kiss. Then they sat down and Harry opened a bottle of wine.
"Happy birthday, lover," Harry said, picking up a rose and brushing the soft petals against Draco's pale cheek. He looked at Draco and thought about how much they were in love. Draco's white-blond hair was gleaming in the candlelight and his grey eyes were deep pools of silver.
Draco looked back at Harry. He loved to look at Harry's eyes, they were like two emeralds shining beneath his glasses. How could he have ever hated Harry, he thought. Good thing they were in love now.
Draco leaned in and they exchanged a long kiss. Harry licked Draco's lips, then pushed his tongue inside Draco's mouth. Their tongues swirled together as the kiss went on. Draco moaned and Harry pushed him back against the couch and tried to get his hands under Draco's black silk shirt.
Then the door opened.
They looked up in surprise. It was Ron.
"Oh, shit," Ron said. "I forgot. I'm sorry." Ron had been out playing Wizard rugby, a new game at Hogwarts that year. He was captain of the Gryffindor team. His uniform of tight white pants and red jersey was all smeared with dirt and covered in grass stains. There was even some grass in his hair.
Harry looked at Ron and suddenly thought how hot Ron looked, all mussed up and sweating after his heavy practice. Of course he wasn't in love with Ron, he was in love with Draco. But Ron was really hot -- why hadn't he noticed before?
Draco was noticing the exact same thing. He whispered in Harry's ear, "Birthday present, k?" Then he said to Ron, "It's OK. Why don't you sit down and have a glass of wine?"
Harry looked at Draco. He wasn't quite sure what Draco wanted, but he could never say no to Draco. Whatever Draco wanted, Draco got. Harry knew he was lucky to be going out with Draco -- everyone in school wanted to be with the Slytherin Sex God.
Ron didn't know what to think. He had been the last of Harry's friends to come round about his relationship with Draco, but now he and Draco were friends. But that didn't explain why Draco would want him to join their special romantic evening.
"Oh, I'm sure you just want to be alone," Ron said, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His hair was windswept and this just made it more ruffled up.
"No, we'd be really happy if you joined us, wouldn't we, Harry?" Draco said and nudged Harry in the ribs.
"Er...yeah," Harry said. "Come sit down."
"I love you," Draco said in a whisper to Harry, sticking his tongue in Harry's ear. Then he moved over so there was a space between the two of them. "Come sit here," he said to Ron.
Ron was still confused, but it was Draco's birthday so he supposed he should do what Draco wanted. So he went and sat on the sofa between Harry and Draco. There wasn't a lot of space and so his legs were touching both Harry's and Draco's.
Harry poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ron. Then he poured one for Draco. He had to conjure a new glass for himself but soon they all had a glass of the sweet red wine.
Draco put his arm on the back of the sofa, so it was around Ron's shoulders and his fingers were on the back of Harry's neck. "To the rugby captain," he said and raised his glass.
"To Ron," Harry agreed. They all clinked their glasses together and drank the wine. Harry filled Ron's glass again right away.
Ron was still a little winded from practice and he drank the next glass of wine really quickly too. His face was getting hot and flushed.
"Have another glass," said Draco. Harry poured more wine for Ron. "You know, Ron," Draco said, "Harry and I really admire you. You're so good at rugby. And Quidditch captain too."
"Thanks," Ron said. He drank more wine. It was really getting hot in here. He pulled at the neck of his jersey. He wondered when he could politely leave and go have a shower.
"Yeah," Harry said. "We do." He looked across Ron to Draco and met Draco's eyes. He could read the message in them. He put one hand on Ron's knee. "We admire you a lot."
Ron put down his wine glass. Harry opened the next bottle and filled it up again. While Ron was drinking it, Draco turned and bumped Ron's arm so that Ron spilled the wine all over his shirt.
"Oops," Draco said. "I'm sorry." He brushed at the stain with his fingers. "I'm sure that will come out later. But maybe you should take it off so we can put a soaking charm on it."
Ron was a little fuzzy from all the wine, plus he had skipped dinner that night. The next thing he knew, Draco was pulling Ron's shirt off over his head.
"There," said Draco. "That's better, isn't it?" Draco thought Ron's chest was really beautiful. There was a little hair up near the top, but mostly it was smooth. His abs were really tight.
Harry's mouth dropped open when he saw Ron's bare chest. Why had he never looked before when Ron was undressing next to him every day for the last seven years? Ron was freaking gorgeous!
Harry's hand on Ron's thigh started to move up and down as Harry got more and more turned on. Draco put his hand on Ron's chest and stroked it gently.
Now Ron was *really* confused. And sort of drunk. "What do you want?" he said. He couldn't keep track of whose hand was where. Or why.
Draco looked into Ron's eyes. They were blue like the sky on a summer day. "We want you to join us, Ron, just for tonight. As a birthday present for me." Then he leaned in and kissed Ron.
Ron was really surprised. He'd never kissed a boy before and Draco was Harry's boyfriend! But Harry was still stroking Ron's thigh so Ron figured Harry wasn't mad. And Draco was a really good kisser, way better than Lavender, who Ron had gone out with last year. Draco pushed Ron's mouth open and licked his teeth and the inside of his mouth.
Suddenly Ron was enflamed by passion. He put his arms around Draco and kissed him back. Harry's hands started to wander over Ron's body.
Then Draco broke the kiss and grinned. Ron didn't have much time to look, though, because now Harry was kissing him instead.
Harry had put his glasses on the table so he could make out with Ron better. He could smell the sweat from Ron's hard rugby practice and it made him really hot. He ran his hands all over Ron's body and Ron moaned into Harry's mouth.
Unnoticed by Ron, Draco was undoing Ron's pants and then Ron felt them being pulled off. His closed eyes flew open, but when he saw Draco looking at him with a lustful gaze, he relaxed about it. Draco had taken off his shirt and pants too. When Harry stopped kissing Ron, he undressed too.
Soon they were all naked. Harry and Draco were both touching Ron and kissing him. Sometimes they touched each other with Ron in between. Ron could hardly believe this was happening. He was really turned on.
Then Draco pulled Ron down so he was lying down and all three of them had sex together for about half an hour. Ron really liked it.
When they were done, Draco kissed Ron, then Harry kissed Ron, then Harry and Draco kissed. "Happy Birthday, petal," Harry said.
"I liked my present," Draco said and licked Ron's shoulder. Ron blushed.
"Then I don't have to give you the other one I got you," Harry said.
"Sure you do," Draco cooed. He rubbed noses with Harry. "I want all my prezzies."
Ron could sense that maybe Harry and Draco wanted to be alone now. Plus he was really sleepy after the sex. He slithered out from between them and started picking up his clothes. Harry and Draco were still whispering and cuddling.
Ron started up the stairs.
"Wait, Ron," Harry called.
Ron stopped and turned around.
"Don't forget, my birthday is in July!"
FINIS
when is draco's birthday. maybe i could drop in for his next one. i still have those handcuffs...