Beautiful Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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5
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2,317
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2
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Ch. 2
A/N: Enjoy Chapter Two!! :)
Oh, and I forgot to make another note on the previous A/N...no flames please! TY! :)
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CHAPTER TWO:
It was eleven. I was supposed to meet Malfoy at half past eleven. It were almost as if I were getting impatient because I wanted to meet him sooner. I decided to walk down to the lake early. Would it really have mattered anyway? He wouldn’t be there, but there was the coolness of the night, and the moon reflecting in the water, much better than staring at the top of my four-poster for the next twenty-five minutes. I grabbed a jacket to put over my white t-shirt and my dad’s cloak, then slowly made my way down to the lake.
When I got outside, the night air bit at my skin. It was colder than I thought it would be. The sky was a majestic midnight blue, the stars illuminating it. There was a slight breeze that ruffled my hair as I strolled along. I wondered if he was getting ready for me up in his dormitory or if he was simply doing something without even thinking about me and set an alarm for “Go fuck Harry time” and then not think about it again, but then there was the maddening thought. What if he didn’t show at all? All I could do was hope that he wouldn’t stand me up, but then again, he was a Malfoy. It was almost something I should’ve expected.
As I neared the lake, I spotted another figure lying on the ground. It was the too familiar white blonde locks on top of that head that allowed me realize it was Malfoy. I looked at my watch, 11:10. He was either really eager or just punctual beyond reason. At that moment, I decided that was insignificant. The point was that he had actually shown up. He was actually here like he said he would be, and twenty minutes early no doubt. As I shuffled my feet along the grass, I saw him pick himself up to rest upon his right elbow and looking over his shoulder to see who was coming.
“Oh, early I see,” he muttered cocking a brow. “My, my, aren’t we a bit eager.” The moonlight reflected his beautiful blondeness beautifully. I wanted to touch him.
“Early? Well, you must just be punctual, then, eh?” I asked grinning slightly.
“Shut it. Let’s get this going,” he stammered. That was all the conversation we had. He slowly ran his hand along my shoulders and started taking off my jacket and shirt, while I undid his belt. We were stripped within minutes, and then just stared at each other in the moonlight. His body reflected an angel. Perfect in size. Not too big, not too small. Just right. His curves were all in perfect places, and his cock was nice and hard. He really just was—beautiful. I wondered what he thought of me. Did he think I was beautiful? Heh, yeah right. He’s a Malfoy, I don’t even think that word is in his fucking dictionary. Before I could think one more thought, he came at me like a dog. Lips parted, tongue slithering into my mouth like a snake. It made that tingly sensation in my stomach start all over again. If anyone in the world asked me to describe Draco Malfoy in one word, it would be easy because there is only one word to describe him: yum.
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Damn this boy. Damn, damn this boy. I hated him so much it irritated me, but yet I wanted him: all of him, in every way possible. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he sighed into me. I felt his chest heave in and out as I ran my tongue down the side of his neck. He groped the back of my head as I did this, and I felt myself already getting a hard-on. I toyed with him a little more, running my fingertips over his nipples. Just from being with him one night, I already knew that those were his weak spot. If I went near them in any way, he would get hard within seconds. It was so easy to get him riled up, that I just made it fun for me and dragged it out as long as I could, or pretty much until he grabbed my shoulders, nearly painfully, and begged me to blow him. I had no objection to this wonderful request. In fact, I was more than obliged.
We repositioned ourselves—he laid down in the grass, and I was on all fours with my ass slightly in the air. I bent over him, and traced the outer edges of his sack with my tongue, which made him writhe beneath me. Heh, I love having complete control of him. It just turns me on like no other. He practically squealed like a girl for me to mouth his member. I smirked at him, and sooner than he expected, I plummeted my hot mouth down on his cock. He literally bucked his hips forward and made himself slide partly down my throat. I had been experienced enough to where this no longer made me choke. I loved having that huge cock in my mouth. It tasted so fucking good. Better than any head I had given.
After blowing him for a solid fifteen minutes, he practically forced me over on my knees, and I did not protest. I wanted him to fuck me. I always got what I wanted, so it actually worked out according to my plan. He fucked me so hard that I actually screamed. No one had ever made me scream in my entire life. I was actually almost worried that someone might have heard. I came twice throughout the night. After he finished coming on my back, I licked up the rest of his come, and then I stood up, grabbed my clothes and got dressed. He, too, dressed. I swear, when I had looked at him once, he was smiling slightly. I wasn’t sure. I don’t know if it pissed me off more or made me feel even more good about myself knowing that he knows that I’m the best fuck there is, and once again, that he’s just the luckiest wizard ever born.
I started heading up the castle before he stopped me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“When?” Was all he asked. He stood in the moonlight, looking eager to know. He was actually adorable. I couldn’t believe I had actually just brought myself to even allow that sort of thought to cross my mind. Pitiful, Draco, pitiful. I hoped my thoughts weren’t showing on my face. They didn’t seem to be, because Potter stood there still anticipating my answer.
“Tomorrow,” I uttered. “Right here, same time.” He nodded and I nodded. We both walked up to the castle in silence. Side by side. Just like a fucking couple. It was sickening, but somehow, I rather enjoyed it.
When we reached the castle doors, we looked awkwardly at each other. I actually half smiled back at him when he smiled at me shaking his head.
“See you tomorrow night then…Harry.”
BLOODY HELL! What did I just say?! He just simply smiled even more.
“Alright, tomorrow. Goodnight…Draco.” He turned on his heel to leave under that ridiculous cloak so I couldn’t even see him. That bastard. But even still, I could feel him looking back at me and still smiling the whole way back to his dormitory.
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A/N: Well...? Did you enjoy? :)
Oh, and I forgot to make another note on the previous A/N...no flames please! TY! :)
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CHAPTER TWO:
It was eleven. I was supposed to meet Malfoy at half past eleven. It were almost as if I were getting impatient because I wanted to meet him sooner. I decided to walk down to the lake early. Would it really have mattered anyway? He wouldn’t be there, but there was the coolness of the night, and the moon reflecting in the water, much better than staring at the top of my four-poster for the next twenty-five minutes. I grabbed a jacket to put over my white t-shirt and my dad’s cloak, then slowly made my way down to the lake.
When I got outside, the night air bit at my skin. It was colder than I thought it would be. The sky was a majestic midnight blue, the stars illuminating it. There was a slight breeze that ruffled my hair as I strolled along. I wondered if he was getting ready for me up in his dormitory or if he was simply doing something without even thinking about me and set an alarm for “Go fuck Harry time” and then not think about it again, but then there was the maddening thought. What if he didn’t show at all? All I could do was hope that he wouldn’t stand me up, but then again, he was a Malfoy. It was almost something I should’ve expected.
As I neared the lake, I spotted another figure lying on the ground. It was the too familiar white blonde locks on top of that head that allowed me realize it was Malfoy. I looked at my watch, 11:10. He was either really eager or just punctual beyond reason. At that moment, I decided that was insignificant. The point was that he had actually shown up. He was actually here like he said he would be, and twenty minutes early no doubt. As I shuffled my feet along the grass, I saw him pick himself up to rest upon his right elbow and looking over his shoulder to see who was coming.
“Oh, early I see,” he muttered cocking a brow. “My, my, aren’t we a bit eager.” The moonlight reflected his beautiful blondeness beautifully. I wanted to touch him.
“Early? Well, you must just be punctual, then, eh?” I asked grinning slightly.
“Shut it. Let’s get this going,” he stammered. That was all the conversation we had. He slowly ran his hand along my shoulders and started taking off my jacket and shirt, while I undid his belt. We were stripped within minutes, and then just stared at each other in the moonlight. His body reflected an angel. Perfect in size. Not too big, not too small. Just right. His curves were all in perfect places, and his cock was nice and hard. He really just was—beautiful. I wondered what he thought of me. Did he think I was beautiful? Heh, yeah right. He’s a Malfoy, I don’t even think that word is in his fucking dictionary. Before I could think one more thought, he came at me like a dog. Lips parted, tongue slithering into my mouth like a snake. It made that tingly sensation in my stomach start all over again. If anyone in the world asked me to describe Draco Malfoy in one word, it would be easy because there is only one word to describe him: yum.
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Damn this boy. Damn, damn this boy. I hated him so much it irritated me, but yet I wanted him: all of him, in every way possible. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he sighed into me. I felt his chest heave in and out as I ran my tongue down the side of his neck. He groped the back of my head as I did this, and I felt myself already getting a hard-on. I toyed with him a little more, running my fingertips over his nipples. Just from being with him one night, I already knew that those were his weak spot. If I went near them in any way, he would get hard within seconds. It was so easy to get him riled up, that I just made it fun for me and dragged it out as long as I could, or pretty much until he grabbed my shoulders, nearly painfully, and begged me to blow him. I had no objection to this wonderful request. In fact, I was more than obliged.
We repositioned ourselves—he laid down in the grass, and I was on all fours with my ass slightly in the air. I bent over him, and traced the outer edges of his sack with my tongue, which made him writhe beneath me. Heh, I love having complete control of him. It just turns me on like no other. He practically squealed like a girl for me to mouth his member. I smirked at him, and sooner than he expected, I plummeted my hot mouth down on his cock. He literally bucked his hips forward and made himself slide partly down my throat. I had been experienced enough to where this no longer made me choke. I loved having that huge cock in my mouth. It tasted so fucking good. Better than any head I had given.
After blowing him for a solid fifteen minutes, he practically forced me over on my knees, and I did not protest. I wanted him to fuck me. I always got what I wanted, so it actually worked out according to my plan. He fucked me so hard that I actually screamed. No one had ever made me scream in my entire life. I was actually almost worried that someone might have heard. I came twice throughout the night. After he finished coming on my back, I licked up the rest of his come, and then I stood up, grabbed my clothes and got dressed. He, too, dressed. I swear, when I had looked at him once, he was smiling slightly. I wasn’t sure. I don’t know if it pissed me off more or made me feel even more good about myself knowing that he knows that I’m the best fuck there is, and once again, that he’s just the luckiest wizard ever born.
I started heading up the castle before he stopped me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“When?” Was all he asked. He stood in the moonlight, looking eager to know. He was actually adorable. I couldn’t believe I had actually just brought myself to even allow that sort of thought to cross my mind. Pitiful, Draco, pitiful. I hoped my thoughts weren’t showing on my face. They didn’t seem to be, because Potter stood there still anticipating my answer.
“Tomorrow,” I uttered. “Right here, same time.” He nodded and I nodded. We both walked up to the castle in silence. Side by side. Just like a fucking couple. It was sickening, but somehow, I rather enjoyed it.
When we reached the castle doors, we looked awkwardly at each other. I actually half smiled back at him when he smiled at me shaking his head.
“See you tomorrow night then…Harry.”
BLOODY HELL! What did I just say?! He just simply smiled even more.
“Alright, tomorrow. Goodnight…Draco.” He turned on his heel to leave under that ridiculous cloak so I couldn’t even see him. That bastard. But even still, I could feel him looking back at me and still smiling the whole way back to his dormitory.
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A/N: Well...? Did you enjoy? :)