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Adult +
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2
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1,154
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4
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Ain't it Funny
Enjoy! -CARIO-
Chapter Two: Ain't it Funny?
Dreaming. That's what it was; he was dreaming. White blonde locks weren't spread beside him, that pale skin wasn't glowing in the moonlight, and those ice colored eyes surely weren't staring at him, half-blurred with sleep.
"Lucius?"
Wait, Lucius' eyes weren't like ice...more like the calming storm. These eyes blinked back sleep, becoming irritated. The other male sat up, pulling on a shirt. "Draco."
Harry's eyes widened. "Malfoy?!"
"How many other 'Draco's' do you know? Last time I checked, it wasn't a common name, even by Wizarding standards."
The Golden Boy slumped into his pillows, closing his eyes tightly. 'He's come to haunt me with how much he looks like his father,' he thought. "What do you want Malfoy?"
The blonde rotated on the bed, facing the smaller wizard. "I want you...to get out of this bed."
Harry scowled, "And why should I? I don't feel like it."
"Well, that's just too bad. I don't remember asking you what you wanted, but the opposite way around. I've said it, now do it," he commanded.
Glaring menacingly, the Gryffindor flung the covers over his head, clearly stating that he was going nowhere. His actions granted him a low growl. "Potter, stop this childish behavior, right now," Draco hissed, pulling at the comforter.
A grunt and an answering tug was his response. "I feel like being childish."
Giving a frustrated rumble, Draco climbed onto the bed, straddling the covered form of the Savior awkwardly. He began to try and peel the comforter from the boy, groaning with the effort. "Honestly, Potter, what would you be doing if my father were here?" the blonde questioned, pulling harder on the duvet.
The smaller male sat up, causing Draco to loose balance. In an attempt to stay upright, he leaned forward, over Harry, latching onto the headboard railing. He stared down at the brunette in anger which was soon forgotten when he saw the pain in the Golden Boy's eyes.
Harry searched that face, remembering a much older version of the snowy male before him. Reaching a hand out to brush a stray strand of platinum hair, he took a shallow breath, raising his own head higher. His hand found purchase on a smooth cheek. He closed his eyes, raising his face until he felt warm breath ghosting over his dry lips.
"Harry," he heard his name whispered.
Not one to disappoint, Harry answered in kind. "Lucius."
A tiny growl was what he heard before all that warmth left him. Opening his eyes, he saw Draco ruffle his hair, a beautiful scowl on his face. Confused, Harry furrowed his brow. What was wrong with the blonde? Shrugging, he began to shift back under the covers before a burning sensation started in his groin. Flinging the covers away, he put his feet on the ground, rising just before plopping right back onto the bed.
"Uh...Malfoy?"
Draco rounded on him, snarling, "What?"
Harry gulped, blushing. "I...uhm...I have to pee."
The older male pointed. "Bathroom's there."
The Savior nodded. "Yes, but I can't walk."
"Oh, man," the blonde groaned. "Okay, okay. I'll walk you there."
Grabbing one of Harry's arms, he put it across his shoulders, while one of his own arms curled around the Golden Boy's tiny waist. Shuffling to the bathroom as quickly as they could, Draco hurriedly left the tiny cubicle. A loud 'thump' met his ears before, "Malfoy?"
Again he had to groan. "What?"
"Uhm...I uh...I can't stand steady."
Slumping his shoulders, the blonde trudged back to the bathroom to find Harry leaning against the wall. "Please, tell me that you can hold your own cock."
Harry glared as the other boy helped to steady him in front of the toilet. He felt Draco's head connect with the middle of his shoulder blades while he, Harry, shuffled his pants down only enough to free himself. Sighing in relief, he blushed when he realized something quite embarrassing. "Uh...Malfoy?"
"What now, Potter," Draco sighed.
Harry turned a deep shade of scarlet. "I...I missed."
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Ugh...I have a feeling I'm going to want to delete this story. No plot is coming to me. *Sigh* Hopefully, my brain will get a jump start of inserpation. Any ideas, leave me a review!
Chapter Two: Ain't it Funny?
Dreaming. That's what it was; he was dreaming. White blonde locks weren't spread beside him, that pale skin wasn't glowing in the moonlight, and those ice colored eyes surely weren't staring at him, half-blurred with sleep.
"Lucius?"
Wait, Lucius' eyes weren't like ice...more like the calming storm. These eyes blinked back sleep, becoming irritated. The other male sat up, pulling on a shirt. "Draco."
Harry's eyes widened. "Malfoy?!"
"How many other 'Draco's' do you know? Last time I checked, it wasn't a common name, even by Wizarding standards."
The Golden Boy slumped into his pillows, closing his eyes tightly. 'He's come to haunt me with how much he looks like his father,' he thought. "What do you want Malfoy?"
The blonde rotated on the bed, facing the smaller wizard. "I want you...to get out of this bed."
Harry scowled, "And why should I? I don't feel like it."
"Well, that's just too bad. I don't remember asking you what you wanted, but the opposite way around. I've said it, now do it," he commanded.
Glaring menacingly, the Gryffindor flung the covers over his head, clearly stating that he was going nowhere. His actions granted him a low growl. "Potter, stop this childish behavior, right now," Draco hissed, pulling at the comforter.
A grunt and an answering tug was his response. "I feel like being childish."
Giving a frustrated rumble, Draco climbed onto the bed, straddling the covered form of the Savior awkwardly. He began to try and peel the comforter from the boy, groaning with the effort. "Honestly, Potter, what would you be doing if my father were here?" the blonde questioned, pulling harder on the duvet.
The smaller male sat up, causing Draco to loose balance. In an attempt to stay upright, he leaned forward, over Harry, latching onto the headboard railing. He stared down at the brunette in anger which was soon forgotten when he saw the pain in the Golden Boy's eyes.
Harry searched that face, remembering a much older version of the snowy male before him. Reaching a hand out to brush a stray strand of platinum hair, he took a shallow breath, raising his own head higher. His hand found purchase on a smooth cheek. He closed his eyes, raising his face until he felt warm breath ghosting over his dry lips.
"Harry," he heard his name whispered.
Not one to disappoint, Harry answered in kind. "Lucius."
A tiny growl was what he heard before all that warmth left him. Opening his eyes, he saw Draco ruffle his hair, a beautiful scowl on his face. Confused, Harry furrowed his brow. What was wrong with the blonde? Shrugging, he began to shift back under the covers before a burning sensation started in his groin. Flinging the covers away, he put his feet on the ground, rising just before plopping right back onto the bed.
"Uh...Malfoy?"
Draco rounded on him, snarling, "What?"
Harry gulped, blushing. "I...uhm...I have to pee."
The older male pointed. "Bathroom's there."
The Savior nodded. "Yes, but I can't walk."
"Oh, man," the blonde groaned. "Okay, okay. I'll walk you there."
Grabbing one of Harry's arms, he put it across his shoulders, while one of his own arms curled around the Golden Boy's tiny waist. Shuffling to the bathroom as quickly as they could, Draco hurriedly left the tiny cubicle. A loud 'thump' met his ears before, "Malfoy?"
Again he had to groan. "What?"
"Uhm...I uh...I can't stand steady."
Slumping his shoulders, the blonde trudged back to the bathroom to find Harry leaning against the wall. "Please, tell me that you can hold your own cock."
Harry glared as the other boy helped to steady him in front of the toilet. He felt Draco's head connect with the middle of his shoulder blades while he, Harry, shuffled his pants down only enough to free himself. Sighing in relief, he blushed when he realized something quite embarrassing. "Uh...Malfoy?"
"What now, Potter," Draco sighed.
Harry turned a deep shade of scarlet. "I...I missed."
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Ugh...I have a feeling I'm going to want to delete this story. No plot is coming to me. *Sigh* Hopefully, my brain will get a jump start of inserpation. Any ideas, leave me a review!