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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
9,271
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Epilogue
***ALRIGHT PEOPLE!!! This is the LAST chapter in this story, but tell you what, because this is my favorite story, I just might write a sequel to it...so you never know...anyway, had to change the rating, cause this was going to be a no-smut story, but all you porn pervs out there changed my mind. LOVE YOU GUYS, YOU BETTER KOW IT!!!
EPILOGUE
“You know there’s a lot of songs that remind me of you.” Harry said, walking beside the lake. Draco’s one hand was firmly holding the Gryffindor’s, his other hand throwing rocks into the dark water.
“Is that so? How do you know so many muggle songs?” Draco asked, carelessly throwing in another rock.
“The Dursleys, the people I stay with in the summer. They’re Muggles. Their son is my age…stupid prat he is.”
“I keep forgetting you’re not a pure blood.” Draco said haughtily, lifting his chin high in the air.
Harry pulled his hand away, a eyebrow arching high. “Not good enough for you am I?”
“I never said that…I was just making a-” Draco didn’t get a chance to say joke before Harry was shoving him into the icy water.
Jumping, Draco screamed. His clothes hung on his body, dripping. He was shivering. Climbing out of the water he narrowed his eyes at Harry. Biting his lip, the Gryffindor didn’t bother to wait to see what Draco was going to do to him.
Taking off in a sprint, Harry ran further down the shore, in between a thin line of tree’s. The Slytherin was fast though, and was tackling Harry from behind. Rolling down a slight incline, they came to a stop with Draco pinning Harry to the ground. “You’re going to pay for that Potter.” He growled, his eyes flashing sterling.
“Am I now?” Lifting his head, Harry let his tongue run over Draco’s bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. Closing his eyes, the blond moaned, and dove into the kiss with reckless abandonment. The Gryffindor’s hands were above his head, Draco holding him down easily. Their bodies sinking into the soft earth below. Draco pressed his knee against the bulge growing in Harry’s pants. This enticed a surprised groan. His hips arching to meet the rough texture of Draco’s pants.
“You’re all wet Potter.” Draco said, smirking down at the amused emerald staring up at him.
“You are too.” He reminded, gaining control of his hands again, and wrapping them around the Slytherin’s middle. Suddenly he was pulling the wet shirt above the blonde’s head. “Only solution is to get you out of these before you get sick.”
Placing another kiss on Harry’s lips, Draco grinned. “I love how you think.”
Laughing, another bout of rolling erupted, tearing away clothes and shoes. Soon they were nude, on the soft grass, the sun warming their bodies. Soft moans, and gentle sighs filled the air. Draco was once again above Harry, kissing down the toned chest in front of him.
“Gods Draco, don’t draw it out.” Harry moaned, running his fingers through the blonde hair.
Another smile found Draco’s silver eyes and he returned to Harry’s lips, kissing them softly. There was a small struggle to find his wand, but quick enough Draco was sliding into Harry. Drawing out the surprised, pleasured gasp.
At first Harry didn’t move. He was adjusting around the Slytherin, who was also tense with sensation he hadn’t ever thought possible. Slowly, Draco slid deeper, beginning the deliberate thrusts. Digging his nails into the Slytherin’s shoulders, Harry arched his back upward, throwing his legs around Draco, pulling him in deeper and deeper.
Looking up into the silver he had grown so fond of, Harry exploded, nearly screaming. Draco followed quickly, collapsing on top of Harry. Png tng the Slytherin into a tight embrace, not minding the sweat coating their bodies, the Gryffindor laughed.
Perplexed, Draco lifted his head and gazed into the emerald. “What are you laughing about Potter?”
“Just imagining Snape as a bridesmaid at our wedding.”
The surprise wasn’t the only thing to hit Draco. A sudden rush of pleasure shot through the blond as well. “Wedding? What makes you think I plan on marrying you?”
“Because, I love you.”
“So? That doesn’t mea-” Silencing Draco with another kiss, Harry smiled. Draco could no longer suppress the grin as it found his lips. “Alright, as long as I don’t have to be the bride.”
“So you’ll marry me?”
“Of course I’ll marry you, you stupid git. I love you.”
***Okay, seriously you guys, if any of you frequent readers of mine want me to write a sequel, give me some ideas, I would love to hear where you guys see the boys after this moment...make it a year from now, ten years from now, I dont\' care...I want your imput...if you feel like it...please...if you don\'t respond, my puppy will be slaughtered by an out of control vat of used up rectal meat...THANKS! :D
EPILOGUE
“You know there’s a lot of songs that remind me of you.” Harry said, walking beside the lake. Draco’s one hand was firmly holding the Gryffindor’s, his other hand throwing rocks into the dark water.
“Is that so? How do you know so many muggle songs?” Draco asked, carelessly throwing in another rock.
“The Dursleys, the people I stay with in the summer. They’re Muggles. Their son is my age…stupid prat he is.”
“I keep forgetting you’re not a pure blood.” Draco said haughtily, lifting his chin high in the air.
Harry pulled his hand away, a eyebrow arching high. “Not good enough for you am I?”
“I never said that…I was just making a-” Draco didn’t get a chance to say joke before Harry was shoving him into the icy water.
Jumping, Draco screamed. His clothes hung on his body, dripping. He was shivering. Climbing out of the water he narrowed his eyes at Harry. Biting his lip, the Gryffindor didn’t bother to wait to see what Draco was going to do to him.
Taking off in a sprint, Harry ran further down the shore, in between a thin line of tree’s. The Slytherin was fast though, and was tackling Harry from behind. Rolling down a slight incline, they came to a stop with Draco pinning Harry to the ground. “You’re going to pay for that Potter.” He growled, his eyes flashing sterling.
“Am I now?” Lifting his head, Harry let his tongue run over Draco’s bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. Closing his eyes, the blond moaned, and dove into the kiss with reckless abandonment. The Gryffindor’s hands were above his head, Draco holding him down easily. Their bodies sinking into the soft earth below. Draco pressed his knee against the bulge growing in Harry’s pants. This enticed a surprised groan. His hips arching to meet the rough texture of Draco’s pants.
“You’re all wet Potter.” Draco said, smirking down at the amused emerald staring up at him.
“You are too.” He reminded, gaining control of his hands again, and wrapping them around the Slytherin’s middle. Suddenly he was pulling the wet shirt above the blonde’s head. “Only solution is to get you out of these before you get sick.”
Placing another kiss on Harry’s lips, Draco grinned. “I love how you think.”
Laughing, another bout of rolling erupted, tearing away clothes and shoes. Soon they were nude, on the soft grass, the sun warming their bodies. Soft moans, and gentle sighs filled the air. Draco was once again above Harry, kissing down the toned chest in front of him.
“Gods Draco, don’t draw it out.” Harry moaned, running his fingers through the blonde hair.
Another smile found Draco’s silver eyes and he returned to Harry’s lips, kissing them softly. There was a small struggle to find his wand, but quick enough Draco was sliding into Harry. Drawing out the surprised, pleasured gasp.
At first Harry didn’t move. He was adjusting around the Slytherin, who was also tense with sensation he hadn’t ever thought possible. Slowly, Draco slid deeper, beginning the deliberate thrusts. Digging his nails into the Slytherin’s shoulders, Harry arched his back upward, throwing his legs around Draco, pulling him in deeper and deeper.
Looking up into the silver he had grown so fond of, Harry exploded, nearly screaming. Draco followed quickly, collapsing on top of Harry. Png tng the Slytherin into a tight embrace, not minding the sweat coating their bodies, the Gryffindor laughed.
Perplexed, Draco lifted his head and gazed into the emerald. “What are you laughing about Potter?”
“Just imagining Snape as a bridesmaid at our wedding.”
The surprise wasn’t the only thing to hit Draco. A sudden rush of pleasure shot through the blond as well. “Wedding? What makes you think I plan on marrying you?”
“Because, I love you.”
“So? That doesn’t mea-” Silencing Draco with another kiss, Harry smiled. Draco could no longer suppress the grin as it found his lips. “Alright, as long as I don’t have to be the bride.”
“So you’ll marry me?”
“Of course I’ll marry you, you stupid git. I love you.”
***Okay, seriously you guys, if any of you frequent readers of mine want me to write a sequel, give me some ideas, I would love to hear where you guys see the boys after this moment...make it a year from now, ten years from now, I dont\' care...I want your imput...if you feel like it...please...if you don\'t respond, my puppy will be slaughtered by an out of control vat of used up rectal meat...THANKS! :D