Soft grunting echoed along the corridor late in the night.
Two silhouettes were hidden from the flickering of the thick walled torches by a slightly covered arched corner. A long tapestry hung from ceiling to floor softly flustering across them.
Small slashed openings on the material allowed the moonlight to glimmer through, catching the rich brown eyes of the Gryffindor before they squeezed their eyes shut, their hands gripped onto the large ridged stones.
The other, in their pristine Slytherin green robes, had one hand braced on the wall behind the Gryffindors shoulder and the other hand jerking inside red robes.
A glimpse of flesh appeared in the moonlight as the robes were jostled around their wrist.
“Good boy.”
A whimper.
“Yes. You are, aren’t you. Tell me.”
Their hand increased its movement, back and forth, and they leaned in the other’s ear.
“Go on, you can do it.”
“I am.”
“You are what? Say the words.”
“I’m a good boy.”
A hard tug made the Gryffindor moan.
“And whose good boy are you?”
“Yours.”
The hand braced against the wall slid up into thick curled locks and pulled.
“Say it with my name.”
“I’m your good boy, Miss.”
With a few more pumps, the Gryffindor finished onto the slytherin hand with a deep sigh.
“Well done.”
The slytherin took her hand away as they watched the Gryffindor pant and slump against the wall. They brought their hand up to their face and took one long lick from palm to fingertip. Their lips twitched when they noticed white essence on the floor.
“My, what a pretty mess you have made.”
With a wave of a wand it was gone.
“Next time I will have you clean it up with your mouth as a treat. But for now, you can have this.”
They shoved their hand into the Gryffindors face, smirking as they watched them lick and suck off their own cum.
When their hand was shining with saliva, they took back their hand and slapped the Gryffindor between their legs, receiving a choked breath.
“You can tuck it in now.”
The Gryffindor tucked themselves into their trousers and buckled their belt, leaving their shirt hanging over the slight bulge behind their zipper.
“Thank you, Miss.”
The Slytherin hummed, running their thumb along the Gryffindors cheek before slapping them twice, lips twitching when the Gryffindor leaned in for more.
“You’re welcome, Granger.”
With a softer slap, their hand retreated and they disappeared into the corridor, their heels clicking as they went.
Granger slowly opened the tapestry and watched until the slytherin was out of sight and the only sound in their ears was their own breathing.