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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,839
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
untitled PWP
Author Notes: Alright. I wrote this for a friend in about ten minutes, not including editing. It’s short, and there’s a total lack of plot. Flames will be taken and thrown out, but constructive criticism will be cherished. That is all.
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Draco Malfoy isn’t a terribly inconspicuous fellow. This is true for most people with his coloring, what with blindingly white hair and skin against the black of Hogwarts standard robes.
All the same, he managed to stay unseen to passerby’s by hiding just behind the stands next to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
As the Gryffindor quidditch team slowly filtered out of the building, Draco searched for a familiar splash of dark hair, clenching his wand tightly.
It never came, even as Katie, the captain, exited. So, he did what any Slytherin boy would do; he entered the changing rooms without a sound.
Following the echoing sound of falling water, Draco stopped at a bench to shrug off his thick cloak. The locker room was stifling in its humid heat.
Not quite sure what he was thinking, the Malfoy heir took the short walk to the showering stalls and walked through the opening.
To see Harry Potter.
A naked Harry Potter.
A very naked, very wet Harry Potter.
And should his short-circuited brain ever process that information, it might also look into what this very wet and naked Gryffindor Golden Boy was doing.
Wanking.
And not just wanking, but WANKING. Head dropped down, eyes clenched shut, fisting himself slowly, every other breath sucking a red lip into his mouth, white teeth flashing, muffled breathing.
Draco dared not shift. Dared not breathe, lest this godly image falter.
When Harry tilted his head back, languid movements of his fist speeding, calloused thumb flicking over the head of his own cock, Draco swallowed thickly.
With a low groan, Harry came, his passion splattering over a tiled wall, only to be washed down the drain.
Just as quietly as he had arrived, Draco took his leave, pants feeling two sizes smaller and looking rather shell-shocked.
It only occurred to him later the possibility he’d been caught when he arrived back at his dorm, forgotten cloak neatly folded on his bed.
Harry Potter’s unmistakable scrawl spelled out Draco’s mistake in the form of a note resting innocently on top of the cloak.
‘Like what you saw?’
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Told you there was no plot.
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Draco Malfoy isn’t a terribly inconspicuous fellow. This is true for most people with his coloring, what with blindingly white hair and skin against the black of Hogwarts standard robes.
All the same, he managed to stay unseen to passerby’s by hiding just behind the stands next to the Gryffindor changing rooms.
As the Gryffindor quidditch team slowly filtered out of the building, Draco searched for a familiar splash of dark hair, clenching his wand tightly.
It never came, even as Katie, the captain, exited. So, he did what any Slytherin boy would do; he entered the changing rooms without a sound.
Following the echoing sound of falling water, Draco stopped at a bench to shrug off his thick cloak. The locker room was stifling in its humid heat.
Not quite sure what he was thinking, the Malfoy heir took the short walk to the showering stalls and walked through the opening.
To see Harry Potter.
A naked Harry Potter.
A very naked, very wet Harry Potter.
And should his short-circuited brain ever process that information, it might also look into what this very wet and naked Gryffindor Golden Boy was doing.
Wanking.
And not just wanking, but WANKING. Head dropped down, eyes clenched shut, fisting himself slowly, every other breath sucking a red lip into his mouth, white teeth flashing, muffled breathing.
Draco dared not shift. Dared not breathe, lest this godly image falter.
When Harry tilted his head back, languid movements of his fist speeding, calloused thumb flicking over the head of his own cock, Draco swallowed thickly.
With a low groan, Harry came, his passion splattering over a tiled wall, only to be washed down the drain.
Just as quietly as he had arrived, Draco took his leave, pants feeling two sizes smaller and looking rather shell-shocked.
It only occurred to him later the possibility he’d been caught when he arrived back at his dorm, forgotten cloak neatly folded on his bed.
Harry Potter’s unmistakable scrawl spelled out Draco’s mistake in the form of a note resting innocently on top of the cloak.
‘Like what you saw?’
_______________________
Told you there was no plot.