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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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3,284
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18
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A sequel that I added as another chapter. Thanks for reading!
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Harry blinked as an owl dropped the cookies onto his bed in Gryffindor Tower. He'd snuck up into his room out of the common room to avoid his somewhat annoying house-mates, and had surprisingly decided to use his time to study. He was laying on his stomach, the book he was reading from open in front of him, when the owl delivered the cookies and a note. In a very neat, slanting script, it read:
Harry,
Come meet me at the seventh floor in front of the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry.
It was signed with nothing more than an elegant heart, and there was a small post-script at the bottom.
Bring the cookies.
So, someone wanted him to meet them in front of the Room of Requirement with these... cookies. He took his wand out, and performed a simple charm to see if they were poisoned or harmful in any way.
"No, nothing," he murmured, and took a small bite out of one of them. It tasted like a normal cookie, too, and he grinned, delighted. It had been such a long time since he'd had anything so completely muggle.
I bet my mum made great cookies like this, he thought to himself. I wonder if it's a muggleborn witch, then? It was difficult to imagine a pure-blood, or even a wizard-raised half-blood making, of all the mundane things, cookies. Actually, the idea of a pure-blood making cookies was downright laughable. He didn't think even Ginny could make cookies. At least not muggle chocolate chip cookies, and not without one of her family members hinting that she was doing it. Ron, if he'd found out, would never let her live it down. She'd seemed to be doing alright without him, though, and he didn't think she'd throw herself back at him like this when she knew he prefered men. He was still attracted to women, but he'd caught himself checking out the Ravenclaw Terry Boot on more than one occasion, and had even lowered himself to ogle Malfoy before he realized what he was doing. He definitely liked what he'd seen, and Seamus, the only openly gay Gryffindor that Harry knew of, had helped him with the beginnings of his feelings.
No one but Seamus, Hermione, and Ginny knew about his preferences, though, and he wasn't expecting an offer of cookies to come from a boy. He donned his invisibility cloak, and hunted for the Marauders Map before remembering he'd loaned it to Ron, and it hadn't been returned yet. Shrugging, he simply left without it.
As he made his way to the seventh floor, he found himself getting hot, and longed to take the cloak off. Not many people knew he had it, though, and he couldn't just whip it off in the middle of the halls. Sneaking into a bathroom on the seventh floor to take it off was easy, and he removed his jumper at the same time, shrinking both items and jamming them into his pocket. Trying to look relaxed, he smoothed his hair a bit in the mirror, noted that it did nothing, and took up the cookies, wandering over to the tapestry. There was no one there yet, and he studied it. Barnabas the Barmy, trying to teach ballet to a group of trolls. Someone he'd never seen before approached him, smiling.
"Did you bring the cookies?" The voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it right away, and Harry nodded. "Have you had one?" Another nod. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, I was surprised. Are you muggle-born, then?" He received a dirty look.
"What makes you think that?" Harry shrugged.
"I would never have guessed that a pure-blood would bake decent cookies, is all." He said, feeling heat pooling in his body. It felt almost like when he'd found himself staring at Malfoy during the Slytherin versus Hufflepuff game, lost in a fantasy of Malfoy swooping down and ravishing him right there on the Gryffindor stands.
At the last moment, when the door appeared, Harry finally realized that the pacing of the person in front of him wasn't just idle movements, and he had barely enough time to squeak as the door was opened and the strange boy pulled him inside.
He turned to face Draco Malfoy, and his jaw dropped. The door behind him vanished, and Malfoy kissed him.
"I made them just for you, but my house-mates refused to let me out of the common room without trying some first," he explained. "I'm glad you liked them."
The heat exploded into a massive erection, and Harry felt his hatred for Malfoy melt away under the pressure of his kiss and hips pressed against hips. "Do you want me to stop?" Malfoy said after a heated kiss and some well-placed groping.
Harry shook his head. "God, no, don't stop."
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"What did you tell him, Harry?" Hermione asked, staring at her friend in disbelief. Had Malfoy really propositioned him?
"I.. told him, 'no', of course." Harry looked nervous, but he was trying to hide it, and she didn't point it out to him.
"Of course."
-fin-
Aki told me that most people would assume that by 'special' cookies I meant with pot or laxatives in them, and I decided to write this to clarify that it was a lust potion he baked into them. ^_^ It's all good, though. STILL dedicated to thrnbrooke who lives on AFF, I swear.
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Harry blinked as an owl dropped the cookies onto his bed in Gryffindor Tower. He'd snuck up into his room out of the common room to avoid his somewhat annoying house-mates, and had surprisingly decided to use his time to study. He was laying on his stomach, the book he was reading from open in front of him, when the owl delivered the cookies and a note. In a very neat, slanting script, it read:
Harry,
Come meet me at the seventh floor in front of the Barnabas the Barmy tapestry.
It was signed with nothing more than an elegant heart, and there was a small post-script at the bottom.
Bring the cookies.
So, someone wanted him to meet them in front of the Room of Requirement with these... cookies. He took his wand out, and performed a simple charm to see if they were poisoned or harmful in any way.
"No, nothing," he murmured, and took a small bite out of one of them. It tasted like a normal cookie, too, and he grinned, delighted. It had been such a long time since he'd had anything so completely muggle.
I bet my mum made great cookies like this, he thought to himself. I wonder if it's a muggleborn witch, then? It was difficult to imagine a pure-blood, or even a wizard-raised half-blood making, of all the mundane things, cookies. Actually, the idea of a pure-blood making cookies was downright laughable. He didn't think even Ginny could make cookies. At least not muggle chocolate chip cookies, and not without one of her family members hinting that she was doing it. Ron, if he'd found out, would never let her live it down. She'd seemed to be doing alright without him, though, and he didn't think she'd throw herself back at him like this when she knew he prefered men. He was still attracted to women, but he'd caught himself checking out the Ravenclaw Terry Boot on more than one occasion, and had even lowered himself to ogle Malfoy before he realized what he was doing. He definitely liked what he'd seen, and Seamus, the only openly gay Gryffindor that Harry knew of, had helped him with the beginnings of his feelings.
No one but Seamus, Hermione, and Ginny knew about his preferences, though, and he wasn't expecting an offer of cookies to come from a boy. He donned his invisibility cloak, and hunted for the Marauders Map before remembering he'd loaned it to Ron, and it hadn't been returned yet. Shrugging, he simply left without it.
As he made his way to the seventh floor, he found himself getting hot, and longed to take the cloak off. Not many people knew he had it, though, and he couldn't just whip it off in the middle of the halls. Sneaking into a bathroom on the seventh floor to take it off was easy, and he removed his jumper at the same time, shrinking both items and jamming them into his pocket. Trying to look relaxed, he smoothed his hair a bit in the mirror, noted that it did nothing, and took up the cookies, wandering over to the tapestry. There was no one there yet, and he studied it. Barnabas the Barmy, trying to teach ballet to a group of trolls. Someone he'd never seen before approached him, smiling.
"Did you bring the cookies?" The voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it right away, and Harry nodded. "Have you had one?" Another nod. "Did you like it?"
"Yes, I was surprised. Are you muggle-born, then?" He received a dirty look.
"What makes you think that?" Harry shrugged.
"I would never have guessed that a pure-blood would bake decent cookies, is all." He said, feeling heat pooling in his body. It felt almost like when he'd found himself staring at Malfoy during the Slytherin versus Hufflepuff game, lost in a fantasy of Malfoy swooping down and ravishing him right there on the Gryffindor stands.
At the last moment, when the door appeared, Harry finally realized that the pacing of the person in front of him wasn't just idle movements, and he had barely enough time to squeak as the door was opened and the strange boy pulled him inside.
He turned to face Draco Malfoy, and his jaw dropped. The door behind him vanished, and Malfoy kissed him.
"I made them just for you, but my house-mates refused to let me out of the common room without trying some first," he explained. "I'm glad you liked them."
The heat exploded into a massive erection, and Harry felt his hatred for Malfoy melt away under the pressure of his kiss and hips pressed against hips. "Do you want me to stop?" Malfoy said after a heated kiss and some well-placed groping.
Harry shook his head. "God, no, don't stop."
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"What did you tell him, Harry?" Hermione asked, staring at her friend in disbelief. Had Malfoy really propositioned him?
"I.. told him, 'no', of course." Harry looked nervous, but he was trying to hide it, and she didn't point it out to him.
"Of course."
-fin-
Aki told me that most people would assume that by 'special' cookies I meant with pot or laxatives in them, and I decided to write this to clarify that it was a lust potion he baked into them. ^_^ It's all good, though. STILL dedicated to thrnbrooke who lives on AFF, I swear.