Drabbles & Ficlets by Inell
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
26,372
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shadows: Harry/Draco, R
Title: Shadows
Pairing: Pansy, Harry/Draco
Summary: Dwelling in the shadows, she sees more than she realized
She loved watching them.
Pale skin, gangly limbs, light and dark. They didn’t know she watched and that made it even more exciting. A secret, her secret. For a time, she’d wanted to tell, to use her knowledge to see what she could get as was proper for a Slytherin. However, she’d enjoyed watching them together that first night she‘d stumbled upon them, her knickers wet, nipples hard, her eyes unable to look away from the vision of Draco on his knees with Potter thrusting into his arse.
Not a word was said. She kept it to herself and, the next time she saw Draco leaving dinner early, she followed discreetly. Hiding in the shadows of a dirty part of the dungeon, never used, and watching as he and Potter fucked. There was no fooling herself into believing it was a secret romance, no thoughts of love torn asunder by class differences or, in their case, house differences. No, they were fucking. It was hard, rough, biting, bruising, deep, sweaty fucking.
Her hand moved into her knickers as she watched, slowly moving along her wet lips, fingers thrusting inside when Potter started fucking Draco’s mouth. She could see blood on her old friend’s lip, a bruise forming on his cheek. They’d not even bothered undressing tonight, her mind recalling an insult aimed at the Mudblood during Potions, Potter taking out his anger now in the way that brought them both release.
Faster and faster he moved, his trousers around his bony knees, fingers pulling at Draco’s soft blond hair. He was muttering the most vulgar things, words that only a Muggle would use. Words like fuck, cock, prick, cocksucker, whore, and slut. Draco was whimpering, his hand a blur as he wanked himself while letting Potter fuck his throat. Pansy came with Potter, her thumb rubbing diligently against her clit as she stroked her wetness with her fingers. She watched Draco follow soon after, crying softly as his seed spilled onto the cold stone floor.
Potter fastened his trousers and left, tossing out an insult and ‘good little cocksucker’ along the way. Watching Draco stand and run the back of his across his lips, she saw his eyes follow Potter, a hungry look in them that surprised her. Then he straightened his robes, cleaned up his mess, and walked out with his head held high and a condescending sneer on his lips. It was that moment as she pulled her hand from her knickers, watching her old friend leave the dirty corner where he enjoyed forbidden pleasure, that she realized she wasn’t the only one hiding in the shadows.
The End
Pairing: Pansy, Harry/Draco
Summary: Dwelling in the shadows, she sees more than she realized
She loved watching them.
Pale skin, gangly limbs, light and dark. They didn’t know she watched and that made it even more exciting. A secret, her secret. For a time, she’d wanted to tell, to use her knowledge to see what she could get as was proper for a Slytherin. However, she’d enjoyed watching them together that first night she‘d stumbled upon them, her knickers wet, nipples hard, her eyes unable to look away from the vision of Draco on his knees with Potter thrusting into his arse.
Not a word was said. She kept it to herself and, the next time she saw Draco leaving dinner early, she followed discreetly. Hiding in the shadows of a dirty part of the dungeon, never used, and watching as he and Potter fucked. There was no fooling herself into believing it was a secret romance, no thoughts of love torn asunder by class differences or, in their case, house differences. No, they were fucking. It was hard, rough, biting, bruising, deep, sweaty fucking.
Her hand moved into her knickers as she watched, slowly moving along her wet lips, fingers thrusting inside when Potter started fucking Draco’s mouth. She could see blood on her old friend’s lip, a bruise forming on his cheek. They’d not even bothered undressing tonight, her mind recalling an insult aimed at the Mudblood during Potions, Potter taking out his anger now in the way that brought them both release.
Faster and faster he moved, his trousers around his bony knees, fingers pulling at Draco’s soft blond hair. He was muttering the most vulgar things, words that only a Muggle would use. Words like fuck, cock, prick, cocksucker, whore, and slut. Draco was whimpering, his hand a blur as he wanked himself while letting Potter fuck his throat. Pansy came with Potter, her thumb rubbing diligently against her clit as she stroked her wetness with her fingers. She watched Draco follow soon after, crying softly as his seed spilled onto the cold stone floor.
Potter fastened his trousers and left, tossing out an insult and ‘good little cocksucker’ along the way. Watching Draco stand and run the back of his across his lips, she saw his eyes follow Potter, a hungry look in them that surprised her. Then he straightened his robes, cleaned up his mess, and walked out with his head held high and a condescending sneer on his lips. It was that moment as she pulled her hand from her knickers, watching her old friend leave the dirty corner where he enjoyed forbidden pleasure, that she realized she wasn’t the only one hiding in the shadows.
The End