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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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3,018
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Plans
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Jo Rowling owns everything, *sigh* I just like to mess around with her characters muah ha ha!
Chapter 3: Plans
After lunch, the trio walked down to the courtyard with their luggage. Harry sat on his trunk, solemnly contemplating the month ahead.
‘What am I going to do? I can’t spend four whole weeks with him! In the bedroom, on the train, in the museums… I won’t be able to get any privacy… he’ll find out…’
“Harry, are you coming?” Hermione’s voice woke him from his daze.
Harry dragged his luggage to the ‘horseless’ carriages, stopping to stroke one of the thestrals on the way. ‘Life must be so easy for animals, shag here, shag there, with no worries of love or shame. Nice for some...’
As Harry made to climb into the carriage, he was pushed back by none other than the Slytherin Prince himself.
“Watch where you’re going, Potter. If I have to be stuck with you this whole trip, I will not tolerate your clumsiness and stupidity. Now put my trunk on the carriage before I hex that goody-goody little ass of yours.”
“My ass is none of your business, Malfoy.” Harry sneered. ‘Not yet, anyway…’
Harry fussed around behind the carriage, looking as if he was shoving Malfoy’s luggage onto the shelf, and he even rocked the carriage gently to make it feel like he had heaved the case on to it.
As they trundled away, Harry smiled inwards at the thought of tarty Malfoy arriving at the hotel with none of his posh clothes to wear. ‘That’ll teach the smarmy bastard.’
When the carriages arrived at the station, the students and teachers set about unloading the cases into the baggage compartments on the Hogwarts Express. Draco was keeping his eyes open for his trunk; he would not lower himself to heave it around himself, but didn’t want some oaf of a Hufflepuff to drop it. When all the luggage had been loaded onto the train but his had not yet appeared, he began to fume.
“Potter! Where the freaking hell is my trunk?” Draco began to march towards Harry when Professor McGonagall came over to calm the situation.
“Language, Mr Malfoy. Mr Potter, do you know where Malfoy’s trunk is?”
“No Professor, I thought we were taking care of our own belongings, how would I know where his trunk is? He should have loaded it onto the carriage and then into the train himself…”
“Be that as it may, if Mr Malfoy’s trunk is not here, we have a problem.”
“It’s no problem, Professor,” interrupted Malfoy haughtily, “Potter’s obvious sabotage of my visit could be interpreted as sheer incompetence, but I can apparate back to the castle and gather some more things.”
“You can’t apparate into Hogwarts!” The group heard the familiar accusatory tones of Hermione.
“Oh, and the mudblood mastermind strikes again. I am aware of that fact, Granger; I was planning to get as near to the school as possible and walk the rest.” Draco sighed, rolling his eyes.
“A Malfoy? Walk somewhere?” came the scathing reply from Hermione. “Isn’t that too much effort for a fragile ornament such as yourself? Wouldn’t want to break a nail, would you now?” she sneered.
“At least I’m attractive enough to be an ornament,” Draco muttered under his breath with a sneer.
‘Hell to the yeah you are!’ Harry thought ‘Shit, shit! Stop thinking things like that!!’
Harry did not want to sit with Hermione and Ron for the journey to London. He needed some time alone to think about his plans for this trip so he skulked off to an empty compartment. Sitting there alone, he contemplated his options.
‘Right, I can either annoy the hell out of Malfoy until he hates me, fun but not very productive. I could ignore him, boring and also very unproductive. Or I could make friends. Not likely to happen and very likely to make him angry. I guess I have once choice left, and it’s not going to be easy.’
Yes, capturing, seducing and dominating a Malfoy, especially one that hated you, would not be an easy task, except for one thing; it was not a Malfoy that hated him.
***Flashback***
I watched as the stupid goody-goody-gryffin-crap trio raced into the Great Hall in a most unbecoming manner. They were obviously involved in some juvenile race, last one is a rotten egg, or some shit like that. Granger made it first, probably through some sneaky trick of hers, and the Weasel was close behind. The skinny little golden boy trailed in after them… with a ball and chain around his ankle. No surprise he was last then. He was trying to use his wand to pick the lock, but nearly broke it, so resorted to charming it off. He transfigured it into a water balloon and trod on it. The whole hall broke out into laughter as the boy who ‘defeated Voldemort’ trudged towards his table with a soaking wet leg and a bright red face. All in all, a highly enjoyable start to the day.
What was more enjoyable, however, was the punishment that Potter was to receive for his loss in the race. I was not sure what he was doing as he took a strawberry from the bowl and began to lick it gently. It then became very obvious what the punishment was when he turned those startlingly green eyes on me. Not breaking the stare for a second, he continued to lick around the tip as though it was the most delicious and erotic thing in the world. He was so wrong. That tongue, those lips, those eyes, they were the most delicious thing in the world, and much as I hated to admit it, I found myself wishing that strawberry was my hard weeping cock.
As Harry - Harry? Oh well – continued to tantalisingly ravish that strawberry, I knew I would have to get him for this. The aching need in my groin was becoming too much and I quietly excused myself from the table. One silencing charm and a tube-o-lube later and I was spent. Harry would pay for making me feel this intoxicated. I would have to return the favour, but when?
*a week later*
“All 7th year Muggle Studies students will please report to the Great Hall immediately for an important announcement.”
Perfect.
*** End Flashback ***
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Chapter 3: Plans
After lunch, the trio walked down to the courtyard with their luggage. Harry sat on his trunk, solemnly contemplating the month ahead.
‘What am I going to do? I can’t spend four whole weeks with him! In the bedroom, on the train, in the museums… I won’t be able to get any privacy… he’ll find out…’
“Harry, are you coming?” Hermione’s voice woke him from his daze.
Harry dragged his luggage to the ‘horseless’ carriages, stopping to stroke one of the thestrals on the way. ‘Life must be so easy for animals, shag here, shag there, with no worries of love or shame. Nice for some...’
As Harry made to climb into the carriage, he was pushed back by none other than the Slytherin Prince himself.
“Watch where you’re going, Potter. If I have to be stuck with you this whole trip, I will not tolerate your clumsiness and stupidity. Now put my trunk on the carriage before I hex that goody-goody little ass of yours.”
“My ass is none of your business, Malfoy.” Harry sneered. ‘Not yet, anyway…’
Harry fussed around behind the carriage, looking as if he was shoving Malfoy’s luggage onto the shelf, and he even rocked the carriage gently to make it feel like he had heaved the case on to it.
As they trundled away, Harry smiled inwards at the thought of tarty Malfoy arriving at the hotel with none of his posh clothes to wear. ‘That’ll teach the smarmy bastard.’
When the carriages arrived at the station, the students and teachers set about unloading the cases into the baggage compartments on the Hogwarts Express. Draco was keeping his eyes open for his trunk; he would not lower himself to heave it around himself, but didn’t want some oaf of a Hufflepuff to drop it. When all the luggage had been loaded onto the train but his had not yet appeared, he began to fume.
“Potter! Where the freaking hell is my trunk?” Draco began to march towards Harry when Professor McGonagall came over to calm the situation.
“Language, Mr Malfoy. Mr Potter, do you know where Malfoy’s trunk is?”
“No Professor, I thought we were taking care of our own belongings, how would I know where his trunk is? He should have loaded it onto the carriage and then into the train himself…”
“Be that as it may, if Mr Malfoy’s trunk is not here, we have a problem.”
“It’s no problem, Professor,” interrupted Malfoy haughtily, “Potter’s obvious sabotage of my visit could be interpreted as sheer incompetence, but I can apparate back to the castle and gather some more things.”
“You can’t apparate into Hogwarts!” The group heard the familiar accusatory tones of Hermione.
“Oh, and the mudblood mastermind strikes again. I am aware of that fact, Granger; I was planning to get as near to the school as possible and walk the rest.” Draco sighed, rolling his eyes.
“A Malfoy? Walk somewhere?” came the scathing reply from Hermione. “Isn’t that too much effort for a fragile ornament such as yourself? Wouldn’t want to break a nail, would you now?” she sneered.
“At least I’m attractive enough to be an ornament,” Draco muttered under his breath with a sneer.
‘Hell to the yeah you are!’ Harry thought ‘Shit, shit! Stop thinking things like that!!’
Harry did not want to sit with Hermione and Ron for the journey to London. He needed some time alone to think about his plans for this trip so he skulked off to an empty compartment. Sitting there alone, he contemplated his options.
‘Right, I can either annoy the hell out of Malfoy until he hates me, fun but not very productive. I could ignore him, boring and also very unproductive. Or I could make friends. Not likely to happen and very likely to make him angry. I guess I have once choice left, and it’s not going to be easy.’
Yes, capturing, seducing and dominating a Malfoy, especially one that hated you, would not be an easy task, except for one thing; it was not a Malfoy that hated him.
***Flashback***
I watched as the stupid goody-goody-gryffin-crap trio raced into the Great Hall in a most unbecoming manner. They were obviously involved in some juvenile race, last one is a rotten egg, or some shit like that. Granger made it first, probably through some sneaky trick of hers, and the Weasel was close behind. The skinny little golden boy trailed in after them… with a ball and chain around his ankle. No surprise he was last then. He was trying to use his wand to pick the lock, but nearly broke it, so resorted to charming it off. He transfigured it into a water balloon and trod on it. The whole hall broke out into laughter as the boy who ‘defeated Voldemort’ trudged towards his table with a soaking wet leg and a bright red face. All in all, a highly enjoyable start to the day.
What was more enjoyable, however, was the punishment that Potter was to receive for his loss in the race. I was not sure what he was doing as he took a strawberry from the bowl and began to lick it gently. It then became very obvious what the punishment was when he turned those startlingly green eyes on me. Not breaking the stare for a second, he continued to lick around the tip as though it was the most delicious and erotic thing in the world. He was so wrong. That tongue, those lips, those eyes, they were the most delicious thing in the world, and much as I hated to admit it, I found myself wishing that strawberry was my hard weeping cock.
As Harry - Harry? Oh well – continued to tantalisingly ravish that strawberry, I knew I would have to get him for this. The aching need in my groin was becoming too much and I quietly excused myself from the table. One silencing charm and a tube-o-lube later and I was spent. Harry would pay for making me feel this intoxicated. I would have to return the favour, but when?
*a week later*
“All 7th year Muggle Studies students will please report to the Great Hall immediately for an important announcement.”
Perfect.
*** End Flashback ***
Reviews please! I love to know what you think, and if you want to be on the mailing list for new chapters then please let me know and I will be happy to email you! Luv ya lots, flames accepted too cos none of us are perfect! :D