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Harry paused, and listened.

Just barely audible underneath the footfalls and quiet conversations of the gathering room he was in, was a faint sound like thumping and creaking. It was coming from somewhere else in Slytherin house, but he couldn't tell where. He could see little in the dim green light filtering through his cloak, but the quality of the sound made him certain the sound was coming from somewhere else.

Harry was pressed tightly against the wall, and he could feel a faint vibration in the wall in time with the thumping sound. Although he was invisible when covered in his cloak, he was careful to navigate rooms near the edges to avoid any awkward bumps. If the residents were alerted to his presence, the cloak would be of little protection, if any, once they started actively searching. He had come here only to look for the missing artifact he was sure the residents here had stolen, but there was something about that sound that drew him. Slowly turning his head from right to left, he reassured himself that nobody was nearby, and he slowly withdrew from the common room and made his way to the stairs.

Had he felt more free to use magic - or even if he'd been able to lift the cloak to hear better - he'd have been able to search faster, but luck was on his side, and he paused outside the third door he passed. He gently pressed his ear and fingers to the thick wood, and from within came the clear sounds of thumping, in time with a pulse beneath his fingertips. The sounds he'd previously thought were creaks sounded more like high-pitched grunts now that he was closer, and he thought he could also hear low-pitched, excited voices, although he couldn't make out any words. He stepped back from the door to contemplate a safe way to enter, and thus barely missed the door hitting him soundly in the head as it swung open.

Taken completely by surprise, Harry sucked in a startled breath as he sidestepped the shape exiting the door. One of the older Slytherin boys, red-faced and grinning lasciviously, stopped in his tracks and looked around curiously. Harry stood rock still, less than an arm's reach from the boy, as he looked around trying to figure out what he'd heard. He stepped further into the hall and looked in both directions, squinting in the dim light of the candles on the walls.

Harry took advantage of the distance to carefully step to the other side of the door, watching the boy carefully for any signs of recognition. The boy, however, had decided it was nothing and, with a shrug to himself, reached behind him and closed the door before making his way down the hallway, leaving Harry in the room.

The sounds were much clearer now, and Harry knew what they meant even before he turned and looked.

Draco Malfoy, who had just turned 18 a few days before, was on all fours on a huge bed in the center of the room. Apart from fishnet stockings reaching to mid-thigh, he was naked, his knees spread far apart, and covered in sweat. Behind him was one of the older Slytherin boys, who had his hands gripped tightly on Draco's hips, and he was thrusting his fat cock deep into Draco's tight pink hole. From where Harry stood, the boy's cock looked to be almost nine inches in length, and of significant girth as well. Whether he'd used a Phallus Expandus potion was not clear, but he was very well hung, magically or otherwise. He was pounding Draco's boipussy so hard that the thumping and vibrations Harry had to come to investigate were coming from the collision of their bodies. His heavy balls were swinging forward and making a soft "thwack" sound as they hit Draco's much smaller scrotum with every thrust. He was occasionally slapping the soft, perky ass cheeks in front of him, and making lewd comments to the boy he was fucking. "Fuck yeah...fuck yeah...you fucking like that, don't you, you fucking pussy? You want to be on the council? Take that fat cock like you know you want to, you fucking slut"

Draco did, in fact, appear to enjoy it. The creaks that had become grunts as Harry had gotten closer were coming from him, and they certainly conveyed the sense of enjoyment at his nether region being pounded. Grunts were all he could manage, of course, as his mouth was full of another impressive cock. Another of the Slytherin elders knelt in front of Draco, both his hands in Draco's hair, alternating between

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