Home Wrecker
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Home Wrecker
Title: Home Wrecker
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Part One
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: 15-Oct-05
Key words: M/M Violence, language, mentions of rape and torture, ANGST, Mpreg. Slash
Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: Thanks to Jadzia for whipping it into shape.
Home Wrecker
It had been five years since he had defeated Voldemort and he was still no closer to his goal. He only wanted a family of his own. True, he had his extended family and what a large group they were, but it just wasn’t the same. It hit him even harder at this time of year – the Christmas Hols. He poured himself another drink; most would be surprised to find it was only pumpkin juice, and sat sipping it in front of the fire. This was the night of the year that he dreaded most, at least for the past five years, when memories couldn’t be kept at bay. Instead of fighting them, he let them come this time. The more he sat and remembered, the more his thoughts turned to one individual.
Their first meeting, their first verbal fight, the first physical fight, their first magical duel; all these came to mind. The first time he noticed the other had started filling out and looking like something to be interested in rose in his mind. He remembered the first time of full body contact, as they landed entwined from a fall during a fight. He could still feel the weight of the blond as he laid there in surprise. Both were lost in that little world, feeling new and surprising things, things they were unsure of, until the friends intruded.
More memories flooded in. The first time they met up in a hall after that fight. The strain he still remembered as they spoke almost civil words. He chuckled at the irony of Draco speaking first. “Hello Potter. I see I didn’t cause Pomfrey too much extra work putting your pretty self back together.”
The Gryffindor exchanged smirk for smirk. “Please, Malfoy, you can’t cause that much damage. Though I’d like to know the concealing charms you are using ‘cause I know you haven’t been to Poppy. Could it be Snape is on private healer duty for you? I do know of his talents that way.”
The blond emitted a sound that was an almost perfect copy of his father’s wuff and snort, conveying pure contempt in the sound. “Potter, want a rematch? I wouldn’t mind having you squirming under me again.” The Slytherin snapped his jaws shut as he realized what he said.
“Time and place” was the only response he got with a serious look. Harry smiled at the thought that it was just that simple to start their relationship. The meetings started, the “accidental” touches led to further explorations until their first kiss. They began meeting more often after that, exchanging more hesitant touches, exploring each other. He chuckled at the memories now. Both had been inexperienced and had gathered any information on sex they could find. They had spent many hours reading and trying the things they had read. They learned each other’s likes and dislikes, what took them to the edge and then over it.
They finally became lovers on this night seven years ago and he remembered it as if they were still secluded in the Room of Requirement. They didn’t want to try this in the dorms as there were still other students around who would ask questions. They had decided on who would top first by a silly contest, or so it seemed looking back at it now. The “winner’ was the one who could “shoot” furthest.
The “contest” began with the nervous glances and touches. Each one stroking the other exchanging long slow kisses between the quiet questions; “Are you ready?” and “Are you sure you still want this?” “What do we do first?” were just some of them.
Lips and teeth sucked on necks while searching tongues traced ear lobes as each shivered in passion. The moans incited each further, to removing clothes and finally touching bare members.
Tentative hands reached the tips, gliding through the pre-cum, smearing it along the cool hard length of each yearning cock. Harry moved his mouth away from Draco’s neck but continued using his hands. Smiling, he looked into the burning silver eyes. “Now Draco, let’s see who tops. Ready, set, go.” Harry quickly moved so they were standing shoulder to shoulder. Each stroked from base to tip and back again. Moaning came from both young men. Harry began hissing in Parseltongue spurring Draco on. At the same time, Draco began gasping and muttering “Ooohhhh yes. Ohh just like that. Aarrgghh, Oh Harry, harder baby, harder, Uuunnhhh.” Draco was lost in his fantasy of Harry doing exquisitely wicked things to him.
Draco’s voice and sounds drove Harry faster to completion. As he felt his essence building his hand sped up while his free hand played with his nipples. Harry gasped hard and shuddered, yelling out in ecstasy as his fluids flew across the open space. His legs gave out and he sunk to the floor.
His eyes locked onto Draco’s hand stroking it frantically. Without thought, Harry moved his body closer to the blond and reached out, stroking up and down the back of the thighs. Instinct alone drove Harry, stretching up he kissed the creamy globes in front of him. His lips continued their slow movements until he rested at the crevice. He blew gently over the skin. The sensation was enough to send Draco over the edge. Harry watched as the arse muscles clenched, the thigh muscles bunched and Draco’s cum spewed out in long strands. It really didn’t surprise them when Draco won that one, especially after snickering and declaring he’d been “practicing”.
Author& Notes: never_tempt aka cameowitch
Status/Part: Part One
Rating: NC-17 FRAO
Pairing: HP/DM
Date: 15-Oct-05
Key words: M/M Violence, language, mentions of rape and torture, ANGST, Mpreg. Slash
Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship. Draco is duped one day by friends and was lead and kept forcibly away for five years until he makes his way back to Harry.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Beta: Thanks to Jadzia for whipping it into shape.
Home Wrecker
It had been five years since he had defeated Voldemort and he was still no closer to his goal. He only wanted a family of his own. True, he had his extended family and what a large group they were, but it just wasn’t the same. It hit him even harder at this time of year – the Christmas Hols. He poured himself another drink; most would be surprised to find it was only pumpkin juice, and sat sipping it in front of the fire. This was the night of the year that he dreaded most, at least for the past five years, when memories couldn’t be kept at bay. Instead of fighting them, he let them come this time. The more he sat and remembered, the more his thoughts turned to one individual.
Their first meeting, their first verbal fight, the first physical fight, their first magical duel; all these came to mind. The first time he noticed the other had started filling out and looking like something to be interested in rose in his mind. He remembered the first time of full body contact, as they landed entwined from a fall during a fight. He could still feel the weight of the blond as he laid there in surprise. Both were lost in that little world, feeling new and surprising things, things they were unsure of, until the friends intruded.
More memories flooded in. The first time they met up in a hall after that fight. The strain he still remembered as they spoke almost civil words. He chuckled at the irony of Draco speaking first. “Hello Potter. I see I didn’t cause Pomfrey too much extra work putting your pretty self back together.”
The Gryffindor exchanged smirk for smirk. “Please, Malfoy, you can’t cause that much damage. Though I’d like to know the concealing charms you are using ‘cause I know you haven’t been to Poppy. Could it be Snape is on private healer duty for you? I do know of his talents that way.”
The blond emitted a sound that was an almost perfect copy of his father’s wuff and snort, conveying pure contempt in the sound. “Potter, want a rematch? I wouldn’t mind having you squirming under me again.” The Slytherin snapped his jaws shut as he realized what he said.
“Time and place” was the only response he got with a serious look. Harry smiled at the thought that it was just that simple to start their relationship. The meetings started, the “accidental” touches led to further explorations until their first kiss. They began meeting more often after that, exchanging more hesitant touches, exploring each other. He chuckled at the memories now. Both had been inexperienced and had gathered any information on sex they could find. They had spent many hours reading and trying the things they had read. They learned each other’s likes and dislikes, what took them to the edge and then over it.
They finally became lovers on this night seven years ago and he remembered it as if they were still secluded in the Room of Requirement. They didn’t want to try this in the dorms as there were still other students around who would ask questions. They had decided on who would top first by a silly contest, or so it seemed looking back at it now. The “winner’ was the one who could “shoot” furthest.
The “contest” began with the nervous glances and touches. Each one stroking the other exchanging long slow kisses between the quiet questions; “Are you ready?” and “Are you sure you still want this?” “What do we do first?” were just some of them.
Lips and teeth sucked on necks while searching tongues traced ear lobes as each shivered in passion. The moans incited each further, to removing clothes and finally touching bare members.
Tentative hands reached the tips, gliding through the pre-cum, smearing it along the cool hard length of each yearning cock. Harry moved his mouth away from Draco’s neck but continued using his hands. Smiling, he looked into the burning silver eyes. “Now Draco, let’s see who tops. Ready, set, go.” Harry quickly moved so they were standing shoulder to shoulder. Each stroked from base to tip and back again. Moaning came from both young men. Harry began hissing in Parseltongue spurring Draco on. At the same time, Draco began gasping and muttering “Ooohhhh yes. Ohh just like that. Aarrgghh, Oh Harry, harder baby, harder, Uuunnhhh.” Draco was lost in his fantasy of Harry doing exquisitely wicked things to him.
Draco’s voice and sounds drove Harry faster to completion. As he felt his essence building his hand sped up while his free hand played with his nipples. Harry gasped hard and shuddered, yelling out in ecstasy as his fluids flew across the open space. His legs gave out and he sunk to the floor.
His eyes locked onto Draco’s hand stroking it frantically. Without thought, Harry moved his body closer to the blond and reached out, stroking up and down the back of the thighs. Instinct alone drove Harry, stretching up he kissed the creamy globes in front of him. His lips continued their slow movements until he rested at the crevice. He blew gently over the skin. The sensation was enough to send Draco over the edge. Harry watched as the arse muscles clenched, the thigh muscles bunched and Draco’s cum spewed out in long strands. It really didn’t surprise them when Draco won that one, especially after snickering and declaring he’d been “practicing”.