If I Were Gay
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,342
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Harry Potter. I don't profit from writing this.
Relax
Title of Story: If I Were Gay
Title of Chapter: Consequences
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song lyrics. One belongs to JKRowling, the other to Frankie Goes to Hollywood. See if you can figure out whose is whose.
Chapter Warnings: Gay sex.
Harry stared at Draco, who had fallen back asleep on the bed. After a few minutes of immobility, he sighed, took the hangover potion, and fell back asleep.
***
Hours later, Draco stirred, feeling a warm…something lying right next to him; curled slightly around him, actually.
“What the hell, Potter? I thought you didn’t trust me,” he whispered, shifting to look at the Wizarding world’s savior. He brushed some of the black hair off the young man’s forehead and smiled.
Oh oh
Wee-ell-now!
Harry groaned lightly and curled into Draco’s body even more. He wrapped his arm around the slender build and inhaled deeply, smiling in his half-sleep. His eyes flickered open slowly to look into silver ones staring back at him.
Draco smiled down at Harry and raised his eyebrow, a friendly smirk playing on his lips. He whispered, “Morning, Potter,” to the boy that looked so comfortable to be wrapped around his body.
Harry pushed himself away from Draco and stared for a moment. “What the hell?”
“What?” Draco asked, his smirk growing. “You were the one curled around me, Potter,” he said calmly. “I didn’t mind, if you want to come do it again.” He winked at Harry and watched, laughing lightly, as the black haired wizard pushed himself out of the bed only to land on the floor.
“Uh, what happened?” Harry asked from his new location on Draco’s bedroom floor. He rubbed his bum and stood slowly, saying, “Wait, scratch that. Where’s the loo?”
Draco nodded his head in the direction of the door leading to the bathroom. After Harry had almost ran into the room and shut the door, he smiled and relaxed onto his bed. Perhaps he’d be able to get Harry to stay for a little lunch, maybe some conversation or even some sex.
Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Harry rested against the sink counter and took a deep breath. He had just woken up to find his body curled around Draco Malfoy’s body, and Malfoy didn’t seem to object to it! He sighed and washed his face. “What the hell is going on with this?” he asked his reflection. When he got no answer, he shrugged and finished up and walked out to face the dragon again.
“So, Malfoy, could you tell me what happened last night?” Harry asked calmly as he sat on the edge of the bed, away from Draco.
Draco smiled and nodded as he stood up and stretched. “Well, I was at the Lion’s Den last night, looking for an escape, and what happens, but a certain Harry James Potter throws himself at me, pulls me onto the dance floor, and then tells me to take him home with me. So, Potter, tell me – what would you do? I, being the good person that I am, naturally took him with me, and well, here we are.”
Draco raised his eyebrow, waiting for Harry’s reply, as he pulled off his slacks from the previous night. They had both kind of collapsed the night before, exhausted from drinking and dancing, and hadn’t bothered to change into night clothes, only taking off their shirts
Harry watched as Draco stripped and shifted his legs to hide his attention to Malfoy’s slender, lithe body. Harry had to admit, though, that Draco had a nice shape – a firm but not overly muscled stomach, long white legs, sculpted arms, a long neck, not to mention what his boxers were probably hiding. Harry took a deep breath and looked at the carpet at his feet, wondering if it was as expensive as he thought it was.
Draco watched Harry look uncomfortable for a few more moments, then he lowered his hands to remove his boxers. “Well, if you don’t mind, Potter, I need a shower. Make yourself at home, as I’m sure you’ll never be around this kind of taste again,” he smirked. He had his boxers down to his knees and was looking at Harry’s blush that was staining the Gryffindor’s neck and cheeks bright red.
“Uh…uh, alright, Malfoy,” Harry choked out. He was staring determinedly at his fingers, but his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, as they kept flicking over to Malfoy, ogling his firm body that the blond had no problem showing off.
Draco smirked with satisfaction and sashayed to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He felt Harry’s eyes on his arse the entire time.
Relax don’t do it
When you want to, to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Come-oh oh oh
Hours later, the two of them were talking over dinner. Draco had decided to cook for Harry, making hamburgers and baked potatoes. He watched with a small smile as Harry struggled with proper manners. Finally, he snorted and said, “Potter, just eat.”
Harry grinned at Draco and nodded. He set down his tools, and picked up his burger with his hands, taking a huge bite out of it.
***
Suddenly, it was eight o’clock, and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized how much time he had spent with Draco. He looked over at the blond, who was relaxing on his bed again, and asked, “What are we doing tonight?”
Draco didn’t open his eyes, only saying, “What do you mean?”
Harry was leafing through a little journal he found in Draco’s nightstand. He explained, “I mean, what are we doing tonight?”
“Well, that was completely clear, Potter,” Draco laughed. He stretched and yawned. “You can stay here, if you’d like. Unless you have a wife or something you have to run back to, I have no problems with it.”
Harry smiled. “No, no wife, no husband, no kids, not even an owl anymore.” He started reading a page of Draco’s diary, and his jaw dropped slowly.
‘I can’t stand being a Malfoy. If I was anyone but a Malfoy, I could have Harry to myself. You know what I’d do with him? I’d tie him up and cover him in chocolate, and then lick it all off him slowly, inch by inch. But, being a good little pureblood jackass Malfoy, you know…impossible. He hates me anyway. He’s probably straight, too. Way to throw salt in my wound.’
But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention-ooh yeah
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams
Harry smiled lightly. Malfoy wasn’t much for poetic entries, but the seemed honest, at least. He looked up at Draco, once again noting the delicious body the blond had. “Hey, Malfoy, if you don’t have any plans for tonight, I’d like to be tied up and covered in chocolate. And maybe you could lick it all off me slowly, inch by inch?” His smirk was worthy of any Slytherin.
Draco shot off the bed. “What the fuck, Potter?” he shouted as he stared at the wizard. “Damn it! Accio diary!” He threw the diary back into his nightstand, and cast a locking charm on it, glaring at the other wizard. “Get out, Potter,” he snarled in a deep voice. “Now.”
“Don’t be so hasty, Malfoy,” Harry purred as he crawled onto the bed. He kneeled in the center of the mattress and pulled his shirt off. “I presume you were serious about that entry, but would you like to do it, still?” He rubbed his fingers over his nipples, nervous as hell inside but only showing his famed brave Gryffindor qualities.
“Uh…” the blond stuttered, finally becoming slightly frazzled as he watched Potter’s show.
“Well?” Potter purred as he lay back on the bed. He shimmied out of his pants and smirked at Draco’s flush. “You’ve done this before, yeah, Malfoy?”
“Uh, not…” Draco said as he watched Harry with wide eyes. “Uh, not…yeah, in…in my dreams, I have…” He was breathless as he watched Harry squirm his way out of his boxers, sexily, until he was lying naked on Draco’s bed. “Uh…mm…um…”
“Want to learn?” Harry whispered in a husky voice.
I’m coming
I’m coming-yeah
Relax don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax don’t do it (love)
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
Come-huh
“Oh gods,” Draco whispered. He couldn’t concentrate on what Harry was saying, only what he was implying. And what he was implying was fairly obvious as Harry was lying on his back, his legs spread open towards Draco with a rose cock sticking up between them. He licked his lips and whined. “I…”
“You what?” Harry whispered again. He stuck his hand out to Draco and as soon as the pale hand landed in his palm, he pulled Draco on top of him. “Hey,” he purred into Draco’s ear as he pulled the Slytherin’s hips down against his. He smirked as he heard Draco’s sharp gasp.
“I, uh…I…” Draco panted as he felt Harry’s hands at his pants button, listening to the purr of his zipper being pulled down. His face felt incredibly hot as Harry stripped him slowly. Suddenly, he was on his back under the Gryffindor, being kissed all over.
Get it up
The scene of love
Oh feel it
Relax, relax, relax
Higher, higher, relax
Now’s the time, its party time
Hey.
Title of Chapter: Consequences
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song lyrics. One belongs to JKRowling, the other to Frankie Goes to Hollywood. See if you can figure out whose is whose.
Chapter Warnings: Gay sex.
Harry stared at Draco, who had fallen back asleep on the bed. After a few minutes of immobility, he sighed, took the hangover potion, and fell back asleep.
***
Hours later, Draco stirred, feeling a warm…something lying right next to him; curled slightly around him, actually.
“What the hell, Potter? I thought you didn’t trust me,” he whispered, shifting to look at the Wizarding world’s savior. He brushed some of the black hair off the young man’s forehead and smiled.
Oh oh
Wee-ell-now!
Harry groaned lightly and curled into Draco’s body even more. He wrapped his arm around the slender build and inhaled deeply, smiling in his half-sleep. His eyes flickered open slowly to look into silver ones staring back at him.
Draco smiled down at Harry and raised his eyebrow, a friendly smirk playing on his lips. He whispered, “Morning, Potter,” to the boy that looked so comfortable to be wrapped around his body.
Harry pushed himself away from Draco and stared for a moment. “What the hell?”
“What?” Draco asked, his smirk growing. “You were the one curled around me, Potter,” he said calmly. “I didn’t mind, if you want to come do it again.” He winked at Harry and watched, laughing lightly, as the black haired wizard pushed himself out of the bed only to land on the floor.
“Uh, what happened?” Harry asked from his new location on Draco’s bedroom floor. He rubbed his bum and stood slowly, saying, “Wait, scratch that. Where’s the loo?”
Draco nodded his head in the direction of the door leading to the bathroom. After Harry had almost ran into the room and shut the door, he smiled and relaxed onto his bed. Perhaps he’d be able to get Harry to stay for a little lunch, maybe some conversation or even some sex.
Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Harry rested against the sink counter and took a deep breath. He had just woken up to find his body curled around Draco Malfoy’s body, and Malfoy didn’t seem to object to it! He sighed and washed his face. “What the hell is going on with this?” he asked his reflection. When he got no answer, he shrugged and finished up and walked out to face the dragon again.
“So, Malfoy, could you tell me what happened last night?” Harry asked calmly as he sat on the edge of the bed, away from Draco.
Draco smiled and nodded as he stood up and stretched. “Well, I was at the Lion’s Den last night, looking for an escape, and what happens, but a certain Harry James Potter throws himself at me, pulls me onto the dance floor, and then tells me to take him home with me. So, Potter, tell me – what would you do? I, being the good person that I am, naturally took him with me, and well, here we are.”
Draco raised his eyebrow, waiting for Harry’s reply, as he pulled off his slacks from the previous night. They had both kind of collapsed the night before, exhausted from drinking and dancing, and hadn’t bothered to change into night clothes, only taking off their shirts
Harry watched as Draco stripped and shifted his legs to hide his attention to Malfoy’s slender, lithe body. Harry had to admit, though, that Draco had a nice shape – a firm but not overly muscled stomach, long white legs, sculpted arms, a long neck, not to mention what his boxers were probably hiding. Harry took a deep breath and looked at the carpet at his feet, wondering if it was as expensive as he thought it was.
Draco watched Harry look uncomfortable for a few more moments, then he lowered his hands to remove his boxers. “Well, if you don’t mind, Potter, I need a shower. Make yourself at home, as I’m sure you’ll never be around this kind of taste again,” he smirked. He had his boxers down to his knees and was looking at Harry’s blush that was staining the Gryffindor’s neck and cheeks bright red.
“Uh…uh, alright, Malfoy,” Harry choked out. He was staring determinedly at his fingers, but his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, as they kept flicking over to Malfoy, ogling his firm body that the blond had no problem showing off.
Draco smirked with satisfaction and sashayed to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He felt Harry’s eyes on his arse the entire time.
Relax don’t do it
When you want to, to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Come-oh oh oh
Hours later, the two of them were talking over dinner. Draco had decided to cook for Harry, making hamburgers and baked potatoes. He watched with a small smile as Harry struggled with proper manners. Finally, he snorted and said, “Potter, just eat.”
Harry grinned at Draco and nodded. He set down his tools, and picked up his burger with his hands, taking a huge bite out of it.
***
Suddenly, it was eight o’clock, and Harry’s eyes widened as he realized how much time he had spent with Draco. He looked over at the blond, who was relaxing on his bed again, and asked, “What are we doing tonight?”
Draco didn’t open his eyes, only saying, “What do you mean?”
Harry was leafing through a little journal he found in Draco’s nightstand. He explained, “I mean, what are we doing tonight?”
“Well, that was completely clear, Potter,” Draco laughed. He stretched and yawned. “You can stay here, if you’d like. Unless you have a wife or something you have to run back to, I have no problems with it.”
Harry smiled. “No, no wife, no husband, no kids, not even an owl anymore.” He started reading a page of Draco’s diary, and his jaw dropped slowly.
‘I can’t stand being a Malfoy. If I was anyone but a Malfoy, I could have Harry to myself. You know what I’d do with him? I’d tie him up and cover him in chocolate, and then lick it all off him slowly, inch by inch. But, being a good little pureblood jackass Malfoy, you know…impossible. He hates me anyway. He’s probably straight, too. Way to throw salt in my wound.’
But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention-ooh yeah
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams
Harry smiled lightly. Malfoy wasn’t much for poetic entries, but the seemed honest, at least. He looked up at Draco, once again noting the delicious body the blond had. “Hey, Malfoy, if you don’t have any plans for tonight, I’d like to be tied up and covered in chocolate. And maybe you could lick it all off me slowly, inch by inch?” His smirk was worthy of any Slytherin.
Draco shot off the bed. “What the fuck, Potter?” he shouted as he stared at the wizard. “Damn it! Accio diary!” He threw the diary back into his nightstand, and cast a locking charm on it, glaring at the other wizard. “Get out, Potter,” he snarled in a deep voice. “Now.”
“Don’t be so hasty, Malfoy,” Harry purred as he crawled onto the bed. He kneeled in the center of the mattress and pulled his shirt off. “I presume you were serious about that entry, but would you like to do it, still?” He rubbed his fingers over his nipples, nervous as hell inside but only showing his famed brave Gryffindor qualities.
“Uh…” the blond stuttered, finally becoming slightly frazzled as he watched Potter’s show.
“Well?” Potter purred as he lay back on the bed. He shimmied out of his pants and smirked at Draco’s flush. “You’ve done this before, yeah, Malfoy?”
“Uh, not…” Draco said as he watched Harry with wide eyes. “Uh, not…yeah, in…in my dreams, I have…” He was breathless as he watched Harry squirm his way out of his boxers, sexily, until he was lying naked on Draco’s bed. “Uh…mm…um…”
“Want to learn?” Harry whispered in a husky voice.
I’m coming
I’m coming-yeah
Relax don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don’t do it
When you want to come
Relax don’t do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax don’t do it (love)
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
Come-huh
“Oh gods,” Draco whispered. He couldn’t concentrate on what Harry was saying, only what he was implying. And what he was implying was fairly obvious as Harry was lying on his back, his legs spread open towards Draco with a rose cock sticking up between them. He licked his lips and whined. “I…”
“You what?” Harry whispered again. He stuck his hand out to Draco and as soon as the pale hand landed in his palm, he pulled Draco on top of him. “Hey,” he purred into Draco’s ear as he pulled the Slytherin’s hips down against his. He smirked as he heard Draco’s sharp gasp.
“I, uh…I…” Draco panted as he felt Harry’s hands at his pants button, listening to the purr of his zipper being pulled down. His face felt incredibly hot as Harry stripped him slowly. Suddenly, he was on his back under the Gryffindor, being kissed all over.
Get it up
The scene of love
Oh feel it
Relax, relax, relax
Higher, higher, relax
Now’s the time, its party time
Hey.