One Night Man
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,034
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter. I don't make any money writing this fanfic.
One Night Man
Harry awoke to an empty bed.
This wouldn't normally have been a problem, if not for the fact that the night before, it had been full to the brim with an eager, talented blond.
Long, tantalising touches across his shoulders, thighs, chest, teasing and lingering, filled with promise of things to come.
He sat up, and took stock of the room. Nothing had been left behind; the only things there were Harry's. No memento remained, no longing letter stating Last night was wonderful, but my mother's taken violently ill and I've got to run. Nothing but damp sheets and the musky smell of their sexual endeavors. Burying his head in his hands, Harry groaned at his own folly.
After all, Draco Malfoy was hardly a man who would be content to bed down with just one person for the rest of his life. He'd made no promises to Harry about what their night together meant.
Soft, sweet kisses that went straight through his body and brought tingling awareness to every extremity.
Harry groaned again, and gave the bed one last look before pulling himself to his feet and shuffling into the bathroom. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't ache fiercely, and he was looking forward to a hot shower.
The wet curtain told him that Malfoy had lingered long enough to wash himself before leaving. For some reason, the thought caused a stab of pain in his chest. He'd known what sort of man Malfoy was before inviting him home. Known that Draco Malfoy's reputation for never staying longer than a night was hard-earned, and known that he never went back to the same man twice.
To Harry, it had been the night his virginity had been utterly obliterated. To Malfoy, it was just another lay in a long string of one night stands.
Cursing himself for a fool, he stepped under the pounding spray of water and tried to cast out the memories of the other recent pounding he'd taken.
When tears began leaking out of his eyes and down his cheeks, he turned his face into the water and washed them away.
-o0o-
I haven't been totally idle during my absence; I've been slowly working on various in-progs, and will eventually update them all at once.
I'm going to start a mailing list, too, and email people who want updates when they come out. If you want to be added, leave your email in a review.
This wouldn't normally have been a problem, if not for the fact that the night before, it had been full to the brim with an eager, talented blond.
Long, tantalising touches across his shoulders, thighs, chest, teasing and lingering, filled with promise of things to come.
He sat up, and took stock of the room. Nothing had been left behind; the only things there were Harry's. No memento remained, no longing letter stating Last night was wonderful, but my mother's taken violently ill and I've got to run. Nothing but damp sheets and the musky smell of their sexual endeavors. Burying his head in his hands, Harry groaned at his own folly.
After all, Draco Malfoy was hardly a man who would be content to bed down with just one person for the rest of his life. He'd made no promises to Harry about what their night together meant.
Soft, sweet kisses that went straight through his body and brought tingling awareness to every extremity.
Harry groaned again, and gave the bed one last look before pulling himself to his feet and shuffling into the bathroom. There wasn't a single part of his body that didn't ache fiercely, and he was looking forward to a hot shower.
The wet curtain told him that Malfoy had lingered long enough to wash himself before leaving. For some reason, the thought caused a stab of pain in his chest. He'd known what sort of man Malfoy was before inviting him home. Known that Draco Malfoy's reputation for never staying longer than a night was hard-earned, and known that he never went back to the same man twice.
To Harry, it had been the night his virginity had been utterly obliterated. To Malfoy, it was just another lay in a long string of one night stands.
Cursing himself for a fool, he stepped under the pounding spray of water and tried to cast out the memories of the other recent pounding he'd taken.
When tears began leaking out of his eyes and down his cheeks, he turned his face into the water and washed them away.
-o0o-
I haven't been totally idle during my absence; I've been slowly working on various in-progs, and will eventually update them all at once.
I'm going to start a mailing list, too, and email people who want updates when they come out. If you want to be added, leave your email in a review.