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A Very Fortunate Conversation
11th, November 2007 - I found a beta. This is the beta'd chapter. New chapters should come more often.
30th, October 2007 - This is not an update! Just to let everyone who likes this story know, I think I have finally found a beta source. I will be updating this chappy, soonish with the beta'd version as well as the copy on the hexfiles. I will get the next chapter out right quickish after that, but I've been terribly busy with family shite. No worries friends, I've not given up the fic.
Author's note: I apologize for the long delay in updating this story, but my beta has gone back to school and I'm having difficulty finding a new one. This chapter is clearly unbeta'd.
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~Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Very Fortunate Conversation~
Over the last two days, both boys had gotten to know each other better. Luckily for Draco, Harry was no longer skittish about touching and kissing. He allowed the blond to caress him and snog him whenever the mood struck. And to Draco’s great surprise, Harry began initiating intimate moments.
Draco was in heaven.
However, all good things come to an end. It was now Thursday afternoon and this was his last night with Harry. They would probably not see each other until they went back to school. Time was short and Draco wanted… NO… he needed something to tide him over the next month and half. He needed more... More than just the kissing and hand jobs he and Harry had been engaging in for the past few days.
He needed to fuck. Harry. Desperately.
Now he just needed to convince Harry.
‘Bugger!’
Of course, the other problem the Slytherin had was that Draco found himself completely and totally falling for the Boy Who Lived. Never before had he felt so much for anyone, excluding his parents and godfather, of course. But this feeling was different. It was a bit scary. Draco Malfoy, cold-hearted bastard, had the warm fuzzies for his enemy.
‘Shit!’
A Malfoy going soft! His ancestors were probably rolling over in their tombs, or, more likely, attempting to come back and haunt Draco.
Harry was snuggled up on his side on the sofa with his head in Draco’s lap. Draco was carelessly carding his fingers through Harry’s soft, messy hair. He was so lost in his own contemplations he did not hear Harry’s softly spoken question until Harry sat up…
“Draco, did you hear what I said?” Draco startled, blinking his eyes quickly into focus.
“Where were you?” Harry asked, a quizzical look gracing his sweet features.
“Err… Sorry, Harry. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
Draco paused for a moment. He couldn’t very well tell Harry exactly what he was thinking, could he?
He observed the boy for a few minutes. Harry was looking at him with that wide open expression of his, all his emotions and feelings clearly on display for the entire world to see. Draco thought that perhaps he should teach Harry how to hide his emotions better, but decided that he would miss seeing Harry this way.
It was amazing how much the dark-haired boy had changed in such a short amount of time. His eyes were bright and he had that soft glow back to his skin. Draco found that this made him happy beyond his imagining. The boy currently sitting with him was a far cry from the boy of a week ago. Draco absently thought that was his doing; he had done that. He helped Harry regain his strength and stopped those horrid Muggles from continuing their abuse.
He found he could not regret his decision to help Harry. Despite what his father would think, despite what Voldemort would do if he ever found out, despite the two of them being enemies, Draco could not regret anything.
“Draco!” Harry called, concern written across his face.
Embarrassed at becoming lost in his thoughts again so quickly, Draco cleared his throat and decided to partially voice some of the things he had been thinking and feeling. Leaving out the baser needs he had been prominent...
“I was just thinking, Harry, that this would be our last day together for a long time.” Draco reached his hand up and gently ran his fingers through Harry’s hair again. “I’ll miss you,” he said quietly.
Harry sighed softly, his expression clouding with melancholy. He nodded his head then quite unexpectedly reached up and pressed his lips gently to Draco’s.
“I’ll miss you too, Draco,” he said as he lay back down, rolling over so he could look up at the blond.
Draco felt his heart clench with joy and sadness both at once. Gods, he would miss Harry terribly.
Sniffing slightly, Draco asked, “What was it you asked me earlier?”
“Oh.” Harry squirmed, scrunching his nose. “Err… I just… um…”
“Spit it out, Harry.”
“I… err… asked you... Iaskedyouwhatsexwaslike,” he mumbled quickly.
“Excuse me?” Draco asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. Surely Harry had not said what Draco just thought he said.
Harry’s ears were red and Draco was sure the blush extended far beyond his shirt collar. “I asked you what sex was like,” the boy said, clearly and deliberately, despite his embarrassment, all the while looking Draco directly in the eyes.
Draco coughed and then sputtered, “W—what… What did you say?”
Harry began to squirm out of Draco’s lap. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked. Sorry.” Harry was attempting to sit up when Draco clutched at him pulling him back down on his lap.
“Oh, no, Potter,” he said forcefully. “You are not getting out of this one.” Harry turned his face away from Draco.
“No, Draco, I shouldn’t have,” Harry pleaded trying to get away. “It’s none of my business.”
“Harry Potter!” Draco shouted, holding the other boy down. Harry turned and looked up at the blond in surprise. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t answer,” Draco snapped.
Harry stilled, eyes wide. “You will?”
Draco smiled, loosening his grip on the now pliant body in his lap. “Course I will.” His lecherous mind moving into overdrive, he thought to himself, ‘Oh, yes there will be fucking tonight!’
Draco began carding his fingers through Harry’s hair once again, attempting to relax his companion, while his other hand rested on the brunet’s chest. “What exactly do you want to know, Harry?” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Harry shrugged, thinking how best to proceed. “Umm… Well, err… you know, we’ve been – you know,” he began. Harry sucked in a deep breath and gathered his Gryffindor courage. “Well, we’ve been, you know, touching and stuff and I know there’s more…” he paused and gently plucked Draco’s hand from his chest, softly caressing it as if it would give him what he needed to continue. “I know you’ve mentioned that you’ve…” he played with Draco’s fingers, “had – you know,” he glanced up shyly at Draco, “sex,” he whispered. “I was just wondering what it was like, is all,” Harry said, entwining his fingers with Draco’s.
Draco stared down at the other boy, amused by his nervous gestures and intrigued by Harry’s topic of conversation. If he played this game correctly, he would finally have what he had been most wanting since the very first night he showed up at Privet Drive.
“You want to know what it’s like?” he asked. Harry nodded.
“Do you want to know what it’s like between two boys?” he asked again. Harry blushed yet again but nodded.
“Well,” Draco began, “sex is bloody fantastic, or people wouldn’t do it, Harry,” he said. “But sex between two men is a bit different than between a man and a woman.”
“I know that!” Harry exclaimed.
“Shush,” Draco said bringing their entwined fingers to his lips. “I know you know, I’m just explaining.” Harry settled more comfortably in Draco’s lap.
“Does it hurt?” Harry asked suddenly.
Draco looked down at his hopefully, soon-to-be lover. “At first, it does a bit,” he said slowly. “But it quickly becomes very pleasurable.” Draco thought his words out carefully. He did not want to lie to Harry, but he did not want to scare him, either. “It hurts for a girl the first time, too, though, so I’m told,” he continued to explain. “I’m sure you have a general idea what happens, Harry. One boy tops and the other bottoms.”
“Have you done both?” Harry questioned, never taking his eyes from Draco’s.
“Yes,” the blond answered. “And both are immensely pleasurable if done right.” Draco’s fingers continued to massage Harry’s scalp, having the relaxing effect he intended. “If we were to have sex, Harry, I’d prepare you first, with lubrication, so you could get used to the feeling of having me inside you and it would be less painful for you when we fuck.” Draco watched as Harry scrunched his nose.
“Isn’t that kind of, I dunno, gross?”
Draco chuckled. “No, there are spells you can use to clean yourself.”
“Oh,” Harry snuggled closer to Draco, “What else?”
“Well, once you were nice and relaxed, I’d slide my cock inside you and fuck you. After that it’s much like sex with a girl at that point, except there’s this wonderful spot in your arse that feels bloody fantastic when it’s rubbed.” Draco’s eyes glazed over as he thought about pleasuring Harry by hitting that delightful place inside Harry.
Harry sat up and straddled Draco’s lap facing him. “Really?” Harry said licking his lips.
Draco nodded, watching with interest as Harry’s tongue swiped his lower lip. “Really. It’s bloody wonderful,” Draco said with confidence.
Harry appeared to be lost in thought for a very long moment before he wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck, snuggling his head against the other boy’s shoulder.
“Could you show me, Draco?” he asked softly.
Draco sucked in his breath and held it. “Are you sure, Harry?” he asked, exhaling.
Harry nodded, gently kissing Draco’s pulse point. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said sighing.
Draco smiled, not believing his good luck. Harry wanted to have sex! Harry wanted to have sex with him. MERLIN, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LUBE?
30th, October 2007 - This is not an update! Just to let everyone who likes this story know, I think I have finally found a beta source. I will be updating this chappy, soonish with the beta'd version as well as the copy on the hexfiles. I will get the next chapter out right quickish after that, but I've been terribly busy with family shite. No worries friends, I've not given up the fic.
Author's note: I apologize for the long delay in updating this story, but my beta has gone back to school and I'm having difficulty finding a new one. This chapter is clearly unbeta'd.
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~Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Very Fortunate Conversation~
Over the last two days, both boys had gotten to know each other better. Luckily for Draco, Harry was no longer skittish about touching and kissing. He allowed the blond to caress him and snog him whenever the mood struck. And to Draco’s great surprise, Harry began initiating intimate moments.
Draco was in heaven.
However, all good things come to an end. It was now Thursday afternoon and this was his last night with Harry. They would probably not see each other until they went back to school. Time was short and Draco wanted… NO… he needed something to tide him over the next month and half. He needed more... More than just the kissing and hand jobs he and Harry had been engaging in for the past few days.
He needed to fuck. Harry. Desperately.
Now he just needed to convince Harry.
‘Bugger!’
Of course, the other problem the Slytherin had was that Draco found himself completely and totally falling for the Boy Who Lived. Never before had he felt so much for anyone, excluding his parents and godfather, of course. But this feeling was different. It was a bit scary. Draco Malfoy, cold-hearted bastard, had the warm fuzzies for his enemy.
‘Shit!’
A Malfoy going soft! His ancestors were probably rolling over in their tombs, or, more likely, attempting to come back and haunt Draco.
Harry was snuggled up on his side on the sofa with his head in Draco’s lap. Draco was carelessly carding his fingers through Harry’s soft, messy hair. He was so lost in his own contemplations he did not hear Harry’s softly spoken question until Harry sat up…
“Draco, did you hear what I said?” Draco startled, blinking his eyes quickly into focus.
“Where were you?” Harry asked, a quizzical look gracing his sweet features.
“Err… Sorry, Harry. I was just thinking.”
“About?”
Draco paused for a moment. He couldn’t very well tell Harry exactly what he was thinking, could he?
He observed the boy for a few minutes. Harry was looking at him with that wide open expression of his, all his emotions and feelings clearly on display for the entire world to see. Draco thought that perhaps he should teach Harry how to hide his emotions better, but decided that he would miss seeing Harry this way.
It was amazing how much the dark-haired boy had changed in such a short amount of time. His eyes were bright and he had that soft glow back to his skin. Draco found that this made him happy beyond his imagining. The boy currently sitting with him was a far cry from the boy of a week ago. Draco absently thought that was his doing; he had done that. He helped Harry regain his strength and stopped those horrid Muggles from continuing their abuse.
He found he could not regret his decision to help Harry. Despite what his father would think, despite what Voldemort would do if he ever found out, despite the two of them being enemies, Draco could not regret anything.
“Draco!” Harry called, concern written across his face.
Embarrassed at becoming lost in his thoughts again so quickly, Draco cleared his throat and decided to partially voice some of the things he had been thinking and feeling. Leaving out the baser needs he had been prominent...
“I was just thinking, Harry, that this would be our last day together for a long time.” Draco reached his hand up and gently ran his fingers through Harry’s hair again. “I’ll miss you,” he said quietly.
Harry sighed softly, his expression clouding with melancholy. He nodded his head then quite unexpectedly reached up and pressed his lips gently to Draco’s.
“I’ll miss you too, Draco,” he said as he lay back down, rolling over so he could look up at the blond.
Draco felt his heart clench with joy and sadness both at once. Gods, he would miss Harry terribly.
Sniffing slightly, Draco asked, “What was it you asked me earlier?”
“Oh.” Harry squirmed, scrunching his nose. “Err… I just… um…”
“Spit it out, Harry.”
“I… err… asked you... Iaskedyouwhatsexwaslike,” he mumbled quickly.
“Excuse me?” Draco asked, his eyes wide with disbelief. Surely Harry had not said what Draco just thought he said.
Harry’s ears were red and Draco was sure the blush extended far beyond his shirt collar. “I asked you what sex was like,” the boy said, clearly and deliberately, despite his embarrassment, all the while looking Draco directly in the eyes.
Draco coughed and then sputtered, “W—what… What did you say?”
Harry began to squirm out of Draco’s lap. “Never mind. I shouldn’t have asked. Sorry.” Harry was attempting to sit up when Draco clutched at him pulling him back down on his lap.
“Oh, no, Potter,” he said forcefully. “You are not getting out of this one.” Harry turned his face away from Draco.
“No, Draco, I shouldn’t have,” Harry pleaded trying to get away. “It’s none of my business.”
“Harry Potter!” Draco shouted, holding the other boy down. Harry turned and looked up at the blond in surprise. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t answer,” Draco snapped.
Harry stilled, eyes wide. “You will?”
Draco smiled, loosening his grip on the now pliant body in his lap. “Course I will.” His lecherous mind moving into overdrive, he thought to himself, ‘Oh, yes there will be fucking tonight!’
Draco began carding his fingers through Harry’s hair once again, attempting to relax his companion, while his other hand rested on the brunet’s chest. “What exactly do you want to know, Harry?” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Harry shrugged, thinking how best to proceed. “Umm… Well, err… you know, we’ve been – you know,” he began. Harry sucked in a deep breath and gathered his Gryffindor courage. “Well, we’ve been, you know, touching and stuff and I know there’s more…” he paused and gently plucked Draco’s hand from his chest, softly caressing it as if it would give him what he needed to continue. “I know you’ve mentioned that you’ve…” he played with Draco’s fingers, “had – you know,” he glanced up shyly at Draco, “sex,” he whispered. “I was just wondering what it was like, is all,” Harry said, entwining his fingers with Draco’s.
Draco stared down at the other boy, amused by his nervous gestures and intrigued by Harry’s topic of conversation. If he played this game correctly, he would finally have what he had been most wanting since the very first night he showed up at Privet Drive.
“You want to know what it’s like?” he asked. Harry nodded.
“Do you want to know what it’s like between two boys?” he asked again. Harry blushed yet again but nodded.
“Well,” Draco began, “sex is bloody fantastic, or people wouldn’t do it, Harry,” he said. “But sex between two men is a bit different than between a man and a woman.”
“I know that!” Harry exclaimed.
“Shush,” Draco said bringing their entwined fingers to his lips. “I know you know, I’m just explaining.” Harry settled more comfortably in Draco’s lap.
“Does it hurt?” Harry asked suddenly.
Draco looked down at his hopefully, soon-to-be lover. “At first, it does a bit,” he said slowly. “But it quickly becomes very pleasurable.” Draco thought his words out carefully. He did not want to lie to Harry, but he did not want to scare him, either. “It hurts for a girl the first time, too, though, so I’m told,” he continued to explain. “I’m sure you have a general idea what happens, Harry. One boy tops and the other bottoms.”
“Have you done both?” Harry questioned, never taking his eyes from Draco’s.
“Yes,” the blond answered. “And both are immensely pleasurable if done right.” Draco’s fingers continued to massage Harry’s scalp, having the relaxing effect he intended. “If we were to have sex, Harry, I’d prepare you first, with lubrication, so you could get used to the feeling of having me inside you and it would be less painful for you when we fuck.” Draco watched as Harry scrunched his nose.
“Isn’t that kind of, I dunno, gross?”
Draco chuckled. “No, there are spells you can use to clean yourself.”
“Oh,” Harry snuggled closer to Draco, “What else?”
“Well, once you were nice and relaxed, I’d slide my cock inside you and fuck you. After that it’s much like sex with a girl at that point, except there’s this wonderful spot in your arse that feels bloody fantastic when it’s rubbed.” Draco’s eyes glazed over as he thought about pleasuring Harry by hitting that delightful place inside Harry.
Harry sat up and straddled Draco’s lap facing him. “Really?” Harry said licking his lips.
Draco nodded, watching with interest as Harry’s tongue swiped his lower lip. “Really. It’s bloody wonderful,” Draco said with confidence.
Harry appeared to be lost in thought for a very long moment before he wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck, snuggling his head against the other boy’s shoulder.
“Could you show me, Draco?” he asked softly.
Draco sucked in his breath and held it. “Are you sure, Harry?” he asked, exhaling.
Harry nodded, gently kissing Draco’s pulse point. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said sighing.
Draco smiled, not believing his good luck. Harry wanted to have sex! Harry wanted to have sex with him. MERLIN, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LUBE?