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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
20,267
Reviews:
113
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Thirteen
Warning: This gets a little…graphic…in the sexual way.
***Dream***
He was laying on the rooftop of Hogwarts, his robes being torn open by a very sexy Draco Malfoy who looked like he knew exactly what he was doing and had no plans to stop anytime soon. Not that Harry really wanted the other boy to stop.
Momentarily Harry had thought that Draco had figured out about the potion and that Harry was about to receive the beating of his life from someone who wasn’t afraid to, or was insane enough to, kill him.
However, when those kissably soft lips crushed into his, and hands tangled in his messy hair, all of those thoughts flew away like his chances of catching the snitch that night. He had caught something far better.
Hands roamed their way down to areas that Harry had never had touched by anyone other then himself, and once upon a time by his mother - but that was just creepy to think about when some amazing creature was wrapping his tongue around a very sensitive part of Harry’s anatomy.
His hips bucked up, seeking to sheath more of himself in the soft mouth above him. Tingles spread through his body, all focusing in on his cock in Draco’s mouth. The idea that this was HIS Draco, the one he had secretly always fantasized about, almost drove him over the edge.
He was going to come. But Draco, being the expert in this – or more expert then Harry was – quickly raised himself up and sheathed Harry’s hard, aching cock into his tight wetness. Somehow, Harry thought before he lost control, that Draco had to have some wonderful spell that stretched and lubed him in preparation for Harry’s hard length.
Lights flashed in his head as he shot a hot liquid load in the boy he had craved since first year. He lay there afterwards as Draco continued to move on him, milking Harry’s cock for all he had. He was too tired to tell the blond young god before him that he was spent. Instead, he closed his eyes and drifted in his post-orgasm haze of wonder.
What seemed like moments later, Harry awoke quickly to the feeling of something entering his own tight hole. That something was Draco’s hard, throbbing, delicious looking cock.
Harry gasped out loud, his mind demanding that he run away, while his body craved what Draco was doing.
“Draco,” Harry asked softly, forgetting he was supposed to call his arch enemy ‘Malfoy’. “What are you…ooooooooooooooooooooooohhh.” He moaned loudly as Draco thrust all the way in, hitting Harry’s prostate right away. He was immediately hard again, and begging for Draco to move.
Draco, never being one to need to be asked twice to take something he wanted, did just that. Pounding into Harry’s tightness was the stuff his dreams – and fantasies – were made of. A little after a minute later, the Slytherin Price was emptying himself into Harry. With a ragged moan, he collapsed on top of the Boy-Who-Lived, and both fell asleep.
-XxX-
It wasn’t until later, when the cool night air caressed the skin of the new lovers, that they stirred from their pile.
“Shall we continue this in my room?” Draco asked, looking at Harry and motioning to both of their rapidly inflating cocks. Harry eagerly nodded. If this was a dream, why not continue it? What would be the worst that could happen? Sticky sheets? But, if it wasn’t a dream…that would be a little more tricky.
-XxX-
When the night sky began to lighten, and Draco’s room lit itself back up fully, as if to warn the two boys of morning, Draco helped Harry dress again in his ripped clothing and told him to apperate back to his own room. Harry, being tired, nodded and somehow managed to apperate directly onto his bed, before settling back into a sound sleep.
***
Harry woke up gasping. He was in his study period, sitting across from Hermione and a very grumpy Ron. Hermione glanced up and him and raised an eyebrow at the boy, as if to ask if he had had a good dream. Harry blushed and grinned sleepily.
Ron however, was not so forgiving. “Leave it to Harry to get away with sleeping in the study hall! Hermione, why aren’t you yelling at him!? You always used to!”
“Ron, if you don’t shut up I swear I will curse you with impotency,” Hermione growled, before turning to her boyfriend. “That’s a promise.”
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Note: Here’s a longer chapter for you who claim I am “teasing” you all. However, don’t get used to these…the shorter chapters make me feel more accomplished because I can get two or three of them out at a time with my busy schedule.
Note #2: I’m a perv. It’s true, and it isn’t going to stop.
***Dream***
He was laying on the rooftop of Hogwarts, his robes being torn open by a very sexy Draco Malfoy who looked like he knew exactly what he was doing and had no plans to stop anytime soon. Not that Harry really wanted the other boy to stop.
Momentarily Harry had thought that Draco had figured out about the potion and that Harry was about to receive the beating of his life from someone who wasn’t afraid to, or was insane enough to, kill him.
However, when those kissably soft lips crushed into his, and hands tangled in his messy hair, all of those thoughts flew away like his chances of catching the snitch that night. He had caught something far better.
Hands roamed their way down to areas that Harry had never had touched by anyone other then himself, and once upon a time by his mother - but that was just creepy to think about when some amazing creature was wrapping his tongue around a very sensitive part of Harry’s anatomy.
His hips bucked up, seeking to sheath more of himself in the soft mouth above him. Tingles spread through his body, all focusing in on his cock in Draco’s mouth. The idea that this was HIS Draco, the one he had secretly always fantasized about, almost drove him over the edge.
He was going to come. But Draco, being the expert in this – or more expert then Harry was – quickly raised himself up and sheathed Harry’s hard, aching cock into his tight wetness. Somehow, Harry thought before he lost control, that Draco had to have some wonderful spell that stretched and lubed him in preparation for Harry’s hard length.
Lights flashed in his head as he shot a hot liquid load in the boy he had craved since first year. He lay there afterwards as Draco continued to move on him, milking Harry’s cock for all he had. He was too tired to tell the blond young god before him that he was spent. Instead, he closed his eyes and drifted in his post-orgasm haze of wonder.
What seemed like moments later, Harry awoke quickly to the feeling of something entering his own tight hole. That something was Draco’s hard, throbbing, delicious looking cock.
Harry gasped out loud, his mind demanding that he run away, while his body craved what Draco was doing.
“Draco,” Harry asked softly, forgetting he was supposed to call his arch enemy ‘Malfoy’. “What are you…ooooooooooooooooooooooohhh.” He moaned loudly as Draco thrust all the way in, hitting Harry’s prostate right away. He was immediately hard again, and begging for Draco to move.
Draco, never being one to need to be asked twice to take something he wanted, did just that. Pounding into Harry’s tightness was the stuff his dreams – and fantasies – were made of. A little after a minute later, the Slytherin Price was emptying himself into Harry. With a ragged moan, he collapsed on top of the Boy-Who-Lived, and both fell asleep.
-XxX-
It wasn’t until later, when the cool night air caressed the skin of the new lovers, that they stirred from their pile.
“Shall we continue this in my room?” Draco asked, looking at Harry and motioning to both of their rapidly inflating cocks. Harry eagerly nodded. If this was a dream, why not continue it? What would be the worst that could happen? Sticky sheets? But, if it wasn’t a dream…that would be a little more tricky.
-XxX-
When the night sky began to lighten, and Draco’s room lit itself back up fully, as if to warn the two boys of morning, Draco helped Harry dress again in his ripped clothing and told him to apperate back to his own room. Harry, being tired, nodded and somehow managed to apperate directly onto his bed, before settling back into a sound sleep.
***
Harry woke up gasping. He was in his study period, sitting across from Hermione and a very grumpy Ron. Hermione glanced up and him and raised an eyebrow at the boy, as if to ask if he had had a good dream. Harry blushed and grinned sleepily.
Ron however, was not so forgiving. “Leave it to Harry to get away with sleeping in the study hall! Hermione, why aren’t you yelling at him!? You always used to!”
“Ron, if you don’t shut up I swear I will curse you with impotency,” Hermione growled, before turning to her boyfriend. “That’s a promise.”
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Note: Here’s a longer chapter for you who claim I am “teasing” you all. However, don’t get used to these…the shorter chapters make me feel more accomplished because I can get two or three of them out at a time with my busy schedule.
Note #2: I’m a perv. It’s true, and it isn’t going to stop.