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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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227
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Dirty
Chapter Number/Total: 22/36
Chapter Title: Dirty
Words: 1618 Words
Draco was waiting for Harry, sitting at the table and trying to read. It made him nervous when Harry left, but he wouldn't admit it. When Harry came through the Floo, he grinned at the soot-covered man. "Hi, beautiful," he said.
Harry coughed, shaking the soot out of his hair. "Not so beautiful."
Draco stood and pulled Harry to him, lips gently caressing his lover's, and growled low in his throat.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, kissing him back. "I'm dirty," he mumbled.
"Well," Draco growled, "I guess we'll have to remove those dirty clothes."
"My face feels dirty, too," he added, smiling.
Draco licked and kissed his face. "Mmm, tastes good to me," he purred.
Harry scrunched up his face. "That can't be healthy."
"Give me something else to lick then," Draco said, licking Harry's ears.
"Why don't you just take me to the bathroom, so I can take a bath first?" he mumbled, tilting his head back.
Draco smiled and picked up Harry, throwing him over his shoulder and starting up the stairs. There were some advantages to the changes in his body.
Harry yelped. "I didn't mean like this!" he exclaimed, beginning to laugh a bit.
Draco just laughed, one hand across Harry's arse as he carried him up several flights of stairs to the bathroom near their room.
"You like this, don't you," Harry called out, wriggling a bit.
"Stop wriggling or I just may drop you," Draco said, still smiling.
Harry stopped. "You wouldn't!"
Draco laughed, a real laugh but with that edge of a bark to it that his voice had these days. "Still Slytherin," he added.
Harry huffed, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest. "Don't drop me!"
"I am not letting go of my prize that easily," Draco teased back, digging claws lightly into the fabric of Harry's robe.
"You better not," he muttered, sighing a bit at the feeling.
When they reached the bathroom, Draco set him down on his feet and closed the door. "Strip," he commanded and began running the taps.
Harry quickly began to take off the dirty clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor. When he was done, he stood up.
Draco stripped his own clothes as well, watching Harry's face as the man listened, figuring out what he was doing.
"Where are you?" Harry asked, tilting his head. He could hear the water running, but not much else.
"In front of you," Draco said and stepped closer, his cock brushing against Harry's hip.
Harry reached out for him, smiling as he did so. "Don't surprise me like that."
"I thought you liked my ... surprise ...." Draco smirked, rubbing the head of his cock against Harry's skin.
"I do," he murmured, sucking Draco's lip into his mouth. "I love all your surprises, actually."
Draco growled, teeth clenched but loving Harry's mouth on his own.
Harry smiled again, pulling back. "And I like surprising you, too."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, "do you still want your bath?"
"Yes. I'm still dirty, you know," Harry replied, grinning.
Draco leaned forward, his body pressed against Harry's and his mouth beside his ear. "I like you dirty," he said in a husky voice.
Harry shivered, his heart speeding up. "Why?" he asked quietly, feeling his mouth begin to go dry.
"I like making you dirty," Draco said, licking Harry's ear and rubbing his softly furred body against Harry's.
"Oh!" Harry shuddered, swallowing as his hips twitched against the other man's.
"Shall I make you really dirty before your bath?" Draco asked, still pressing into him.
"Yes ... really dirty. With come," he whispered, tilting his head up. "... and blood." He licked his lips.
"Put your arms around my neck," Draco told him.
Harry reached up, carefully slipping his arms around Draco's neck.
"Accio the lube," Draco said, clawed-fingers running gently over Harry's hips.
Nodding, Harry quietly Summoned it, catching it a moment later.
"Use a hand to slick our cocks," Draco continued to whisper against his ear.
Harry moaned softly as he pulled back, opening the jar and gathering the lube to spread on his hands. Reaching down, he wrapped both hands around their cocks, teeth digging into his lip hard.
"Ahhh," Draco gasped as Harry's hands touched his flesh, shuddering with pleasure.
Harry stayed like that for a long moment, concentrating on not coming yet. Eventually, he began to move his hands up and down, spreading the lube over them.
"Fuck, yes," Draco growled against his ear.
Harry moaned again, beginning to thrust up into his hands as he stroked. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Draco's chest, panting.
Draco's claws clutched at Harry's hips as they thrust together into his hands. The blond was rubbing his face against the side of Harry's, smelling him and licking at his face and neck.
"Draco," he whimpered, stroking faster. "Not ... gonna l-last."
Draco's response was to bite down on the muscle where Harry's neck joined his shoulder, growling.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, his knees going weak as he came hard.
Draco growled, biting into flesh as he came, come slick between them.
Harry whimpered again, feeling blood run from the bite. "Gods ...."
Draco shuddered and then released Harry's flesh, licking the wounds, tasting his blood.
Harry leaned against Draco as he licked at the bite, each swipe of his tongue soothing the sting.
The wound stopped bleeding and Draco sighed, pulling back. "You have to heal that immediately," Draco said, "I shouldn't have bitten you."
"It's okay, Draco," he said softly, tilting his head back again.
"No, it's not," Draco said, still trembling from his orgasm and the taste of Harry's blood in his mouth. "You could be contaminated," he explained.
"Oh." He reached and pressed a hand over the wound. "It feels fine, though. Don't worry about that, Draco. You've bitten me before."
"Heal it, Harry," Draco said sternly, "or I won't bite you again."
Harry nodded, swallowing slowly. "My wand is somewhere ... can I take the bath with you first?" he asked gently.
"Your word?" Draco asked.
"I promise," he replied, nodding.
Draco stepped back a bit and bent his arm, holding it out for Harry. "Take hold of my arm and I can help you into the bath," he said.
Harry sighed in relief as he took hold of Draco's arm, stepping forward.
Once Harry was settled into the water, Draco stood looking down at the beautiful man.
"Aren't you coming in with me?" Harry asked after a moment, wondering why he hadn't stepped in yet.
"If you like," Draco said, getting in and settling down behind Harry, stretching his legs out on either side of him.
"You know I like when you do," he said, leaning back against him. He cupped the water in his hands then splashed his face.
Draco relaxed, closing his eye and enjoying the feel of the hot water and Harry's body lying against him.
"So, I was thinking about doing an interview with the Prophet," Harry said, reaching for the soap.
Draco opened his eye, looking down at the man against him. "What? Why?" he asked.
"Because it'll help," Harry answered, rubbing the soap over his chest. The wound was beginning to sting and throb with his pulse, but Harry paid it no mind.
"Help what?" Draco asked, a bit distracted by the smell of blood so close to him.
"Help with what's going on, Draco," he said. "Hermione said that it would be helpful with who I am and all."
"Everyone knows who you are -- Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding world," Draco snorted.
Harry blushed, washing the soap off. "Exactly. They'd listen to me."
"About what?" Draco said, "What is it that you are going to tell them?"
"That you should be free. Permanently," he answered, hissing softly when some of the water splashed over the wound.
"You are going to talk about me? Publicly?" Draco asked, voice sounding a bit ragged.
"Just about your innocence, Draco," he murmured.
Draco snorted. "I have never been innocent, Harry," he growled.
"Well, at least to let them all know that you helped me kill him. That you deserve more respect than you've been getting."
Draco sighed, "I hope you know what you are doing."
"I don't exactly know yet, but I'll see," he replied, sinking down in the water until only his head was visible.
Draco kissed the top of Harry's head and relaxed again.
Harry stayed like that for a while, the warm water beginning to make him sleepy. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, almost forgetting where he was.
After a while Draco shifted a bit. "Water's getting cool," he said. "Do you want to get out?"
Harry made a soft noise, but sat up, leaning back against Draco again. "Yeah, it's not as warm."
"I can't get out with you lying on me," Draco said with a smirk. "Not that I mind the lying on me part, but can we move it to the bed?"
Harry scowled, feeling lazy as he slowly stood up and stepped out of the tub, shivering in the cool air.
"There's a towel on the rack in front of you," Draco said as he stood up.
"Thanks." He pulled the towel off the rack and dried himself off before wrapping it around his waist.
When he was dry, Draco bent and picked up their clothes. "Heal yourself now," he said.
Harry tried to hide the disappointed look on his face. "Where's my wand?"
"Where you dropped it," Draco huffed.
"Where'd I drop it?" he asked, purposely delaying everything.
Draco growled and walked out of the bathroom, going to their room.
Chapter Title: Dirty
Words: 1618 Words
Draco was waiting for Harry, sitting at the table and trying to read. It made him nervous when Harry left, but he wouldn't admit it. When Harry came through the Floo, he grinned at the soot-covered man. "Hi, beautiful," he said.
Harry coughed, shaking the soot out of his hair. "Not so beautiful."
Draco stood and pulled Harry to him, lips gently caressing his lover's, and growled low in his throat.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, kissing him back. "I'm dirty," he mumbled.
"Well," Draco growled, "I guess we'll have to remove those dirty clothes."
"My face feels dirty, too," he added, smiling.
Draco licked and kissed his face. "Mmm, tastes good to me," he purred.
Harry scrunched up his face. "That can't be healthy."
"Give me something else to lick then," Draco said, licking Harry's ears.
"Why don't you just take me to the bathroom, so I can take a bath first?" he mumbled, tilting his head back.
Draco smiled and picked up Harry, throwing him over his shoulder and starting up the stairs. There were some advantages to the changes in his body.
Harry yelped. "I didn't mean like this!" he exclaimed, beginning to laugh a bit.
Draco just laughed, one hand across Harry's arse as he carried him up several flights of stairs to the bathroom near their room.
"You like this, don't you," Harry called out, wriggling a bit.
"Stop wriggling or I just may drop you," Draco said, still smiling.
Harry stopped. "You wouldn't!"
Draco laughed, a real laugh but with that edge of a bark to it that his voice had these days. "Still Slytherin," he added.
Harry huffed, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest. "Don't drop me!"
"I am not letting go of my prize that easily," Draco teased back, digging claws lightly into the fabric of Harry's robe.
"You better not," he muttered, sighing a bit at the feeling.
When they reached the bathroom, Draco set him down on his feet and closed the door. "Strip," he commanded and began running the taps.
Harry quickly began to take off the dirty clothes, dropping them in a pile on the floor. When he was done, he stood up.
Draco stripped his own clothes as well, watching Harry's face as the man listened, figuring out what he was doing.
"Where are you?" Harry asked, tilting his head. He could hear the water running, but not much else.
"In front of you," Draco said and stepped closer, his cock brushing against Harry's hip.
Harry reached out for him, smiling as he did so. "Don't surprise me like that."
"I thought you liked my ... surprise ...." Draco smirked, rubbing the head of his cock against Harry's skin.
"I do," he murmured, sucking Draco's lip into his mouth. "I love all your surprises, actually."
Draco growled, teeth clenched but loving Harry's mouth on his own.
Harry smiled again, pulling back. "And I like surprising you, too."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, "do you still want your bath?"
"Yes. I'm still dirty, you know," Harry replied, grinning.
Draco leaned forward, his body pressed against Harry's and his mouth beside his ear. "I like you dirty," he said in a husky voice.
Harry shivered, his heart speeding up. "Why?" he asked quietly, feeling his mouth begin to go dry.
"I like making you dirty," Draco said, licking Harry's ear and rubbing his softly furred body against Harry's.
"Oh!" Harry shuddered, swallowing as his hips twitched against the other man's.
"Shall I make you really dirty before your bath?" Draco asked, still pressing into him.
"Yes ... really dirty. With come," he whispered, tilting his head up. "... and blood." He licked his lips.
"Put your arms around my neck," Draco told him.
Harry reached up, carefully slipping his arms around Draco's neck.
"Accio the lube," Draco said, clawed-fingers running gently over Harry's hips.
Nodding, Harry quietly Summoned it, catching it a moment later.
"Use a hand to slick our cocks," Draco continued to whisper against his ear.
Harry moaned softly as he pulled back, opening the jar and gathering the lube to spread on his hands. Reaching down, he wrapped both hands around their cocks, teeth digging into his lip hard.
"Ahhh," Draco gasped as Harry's hands touched his flesh, shuddering with pleasure.
Harry stayed like that for a long moment, concentrating on not coming yet. Eventually, he began to move his hands up and down, spreading the lube over them.
"Fuck, yes," Draco growled against his ear.
Harry moaned again, beginning to thrust up into his hands as he stroked. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Draco's chest, panting.
Draco's claws clutched at Harry's hips as they thrust together into his hands. The blond was rubbing his face against the side of Harry's, smelling him and licking at his face and neck.
"Draco," he whimpered, stroking faster. "Not ... gonna l-last."
Draco's response was to bite down on the muscle where Harry's neck joined his shoulder, growling.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, his knees going weak as he came hard.
Draco growled, biting into flesh as he came, come slick between them.
Harry whimpered again, feeling blood run from the bite. "Gods ...."
Draco shuddered and then released Harry's flesh, licking the wounds, tasting his blood.
Harry leaned against Draco as he licked at the bite, each swipe of his tongue soothing the sting.
The wound stopped bleeding and Draco sighed, pulling back. "You have to heal that immediately," Draco said, "I shouldn't have bitten you."
"It's okay, Draco," he said softly, tilting his head back again.
"No, it's not," Draco said, still trembling from his orgasm and the taste of Harry's blood in his mouth. "You could be contaminated," he explained.
"Oh." He reached and pressed a hand over the wound. "It feels fine, though. Don't worry about that, Draco. You've bitten me before."
"Heal it, Harry," Draco said sternly, "or I won't bite you again."
Harry nodded, swallowing slowly. "My wand is somewhere ... can I take the bath with you first?" he asked gently.
"Your word?" Draco asked.
"I promise," he replied, nodding.
Draco stepped back a bit and bent his arm, holding it out for Harry. "Take hold of my arm and I can help you into the bath," he said.
Harry sighed in relief as he took hold of Draco's arm, stepping forward.
Once Harry was settled into the water, Draco stood looking down at the beautiful man.
"Aren't you coming in with me?" Harry asked after a moment, wondering why he hadn't stepped in yet.
"If you like," Draco said, getting in and settling down behind Harry, stretching his legs out on either side of him.
"You know I like when you do," he said, leaning back against him. He cupped the water in his hands then splashed his face.
Draco relaxed, closing his eye and enjoying the feel of the hot water and Harry's body lying against him.
"So, I was thinking about doing an interview with the Prophet," Harry said, reaching for the soap.
Draco opened his eye, looking down at the man against him. "What? Why?" he asked.
"Because it'll help," Harry answered, rubbing the soap over his chest. The wound was beginning to sting and throb with his pulse, but Harry paid it no mind.
"Help what?" Draco asked, a bit distracted by the smell of blood so close to him.
"Help with what's going on, Draco," he said. "Hermione said that it would be helpful with who I am and all."
"Everyone knows who you are -- Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding world," Draco snorted.
Harry blushed, washing the soap off. "Exactly. They'd listen to me."
"About what?" Draco said, "What is it that you are going to tell them?"
"That you should be free. Permanently," he answered, hissing softly when some of the water splashed over the wound.
"You are going to talk about me? Publicly?" Draco asked, voice sounding a bit ragged.
"Just about your innocence, Draco," he murmured.
Draco snorted. "I have never been innocent, Harry," he growled.
"Well, at least to let them all know that you helped me kill him. That you deserve more respect than you've been getting."
Draco sighed, "I hope you know what you are doing."
"I don't exactly know yet, but I'll see," he replied, sinking down in the water until only his head was visible.
Draco kissed the top of Harry's head and relaxed again.
Harry stayed like that for a while, the warm water beginning to make him sleepy. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, almost forgetting where he was.
After a while Draco shifted a bit. "Water's getting cool," he said. "Do you want to get out?"
Harry made a soft noise, but sat up, leaning back against Draco again. "Yeah, it's not as warm."
"I can't get out with you lying on me," Draco said with a smirk. "Not that I mind the lying on me part, but can we move it to the bed?"
Harry scowled, feeling lazy as he slowly stood up and stepped out of the tub, shivering in the cool air.
"There's a towel on the rack in front of you," Draco said as he stood up.
"Thanks." He pulled the towel off the rack and dried himself off before wrapping it around his waist.
When he was dry, Draco bent and picked up their clothes. "Heal yourself now," he said.
Harry tried to hide the disappointed look on his face. "Where's my wand?"
"Where you dropped it," Draco huffed.
"Where'd I drop it?" he asked, purposely delaying everything.
Draco growled and walked out of the bathroom, going to their room.