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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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2,470
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16
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Seeking Comfort in Friends
Chapter 4
Just a quick chapter that I will edit probably when I have time. It was my imeadiate(ish) response to reading the lovely reviews so keep them coming. While I enjoy playing with the creations of J. K. Rowling I make no money from writing this.
Later the same day, Hermione came into the Gryffindor common room to find Neville sniffing solitarily while huddled in a big armchair by the fire. The firelight reflected in the glassy tears that clung to his face where had obviously been crying minutes before.
“Neville, what’s the matter?”
“It’s ok Hermione, I’m just being silly.”
“Well tell me what’s so silly and we’ll have a good laugh” prodded Hermione as she sat on the arm of the chair. She hated seeing her friend upset.
“Well… ok. You know that Harry and I… well… me and Harry…”
“…were involved?”
“Ye” Neville nodded “Well I thought we were, and now she acts like I don’t exist.” Neville started to sniff again and Hermione offered him a tissue from her pocket which he accepted.
“Harry is just a bit… confused at the moment. I mean she is not used to having male attention… except that gay dude in Huffelpuff, and is experiencing a different life. We’ll have the old Harry back in no time.”
“Ye, after she’s been with every other boy in the school who looks at her twice, including Draco Malfoy by the way.”
“What?” exclaimed Hermione eyes widening.
“It’s true. Lavender saw them and I quote ‘playing a rather energetic game of tonsil tennis’ outside the quiddich changing rooms.”
“The little slut! I can understand Harry wanting to er… play the field a bit, but she could at least show some taste! From what I’ve heard, Malfoy’s not even that well indowed to go along with his smug gittyness and pomposity. It’ll turn out ok Nev. Harry will come to her senses.” With this she leaned forward and brought her friend into a hug, his head resting against her chest because of their seating position. Neville smiled. He found this felt nice. Of course Hermione would never be his Harry, but it still felt good. Without realising what was happening, they were suddenly kissing; their lips and tongues exploring the others heated mouth. Their kissing became more feverish, each wanting to feel something more. In the rush to do so they tumbled out of the armchair, Hermione lying on top of Neville, urgently pulling at the fastenings on his trousers. Pulling them and his boxers down to his knees and removing her own panties, she fondled his engorged cock before straddling his hips and impaling herself on his member. Rocking with aggression they took out their frustration on each other, seeking only carnal pleasure and nothing more. They were only friends and would never find more than friendship between them as long as they desired someone else. Slamming herself down for the final time Hermione shuddered as she came, feeling Nevilles release soon after.
There was no warm after-sex glow, no kisses, no touching. Just cleaning themselves up, straightening their clothes and a knowing, understanding smile before they made their way back to their separate dorms.
Just a quick chapter that I will edit probably when I have time. It was my imeadiate(ish) response to reading the lovely reviews so keep them coming. While I enjoy playing with the creations of J. K. Rowling I make no money from writing this.
Later the same day, Hermione came into the Gryffindor common room to find Neville sniffing solitarily while huddled in a big armchair by the fire. The firelight reflected in the glassy tears that clung to his face where had obviously been crying minutes before.
“Neville, what’s the matter?”
“It’s ok Hermione, I’m just being silly.”
“Well tell me what’s so silly and we’ll have a good laugh” prodded Hermione as she sat on the arm of the chair. She hated seeing her friend upset.
“Well… ok. You know that Harry and I… well… me and Harry…”
“…were involved?”
“Ye” Neville nodded “Well I thought we were, and now she acts like I don’t exist.” Neville started to sniff again and Hermione offered him a tissue from her pocket which he accepted.
“Harry is just a bit… confused at the moment. I mean she is not used to having male attention… except that gay dude in Huffelpuff, and is experiencing a different life. We’ll have the old Harry back in no time.”
“Ye, after she’s been with every other boy in the school who looks at her twice, including Draco Malfoy by the way.”
“What?” exclaimed Hermione eyes widening.
“It’s true. Lavender saw them and I quote ‘playing a rather energetic game of tonsil tennis’ outside the quiddich changing rooms.”
“The little slut! I can understand Harry wanting to er… play the field a bit, but she could at least show some taste! From what I’ve heard, Malfoy’s not even that well indowed to go along with his smug gittyness and pomposity. It’ll turn out ok Nev. Harry will come to her senses.” With this she leaned forward and brought her friend into a hug, his head resting against her chest because of their seating position. Neville smiled. He found this felt nice. Of course Hermione would never be his Harry, but it still felt good. Without realising what was happening, they were suddenly kissing; their lips and tongues exploring the others heated mouth. Their kissing became more feverish, each wanting to feel something more. In the rush to do so they tumbled out of the armchair, Hermione lying on top of Neville, urgently pulling at the fastenings on his trousers. Pulling them and his boxers down to his knees and removing her own panties, she fondled his engorged cock before straddling his hips and impaling herself on his member. Rocking with aggression they took out their frustration on each other, seeking only carnal pleasure and nothing more. They were only friends and would never find more than friendship between them as long as they desired someone else. Slamming herself down for the final time Hermione shuddered as she came, feeling Nevilles release soon after.
There was no warm after-sex glow, no kisses, no touching. Just cleaning themselves up, straightening their clothes and a knowing, understanding smile before they made their way back to their separate dorms.