Marital Bliss Or Maybe Not
Dirtiest Mouth in History
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Or Maybe Not…
by Nymphy Fate.
fate, Lucius and Narcissa
Malfoy marry their son off to the Potter’s child six months after Harry’s
birth, in order to protect them both.
Neither Harry nor Draco were told of this,
however. Now, seventeen years later,
Harry and Draco are having dreams of each other, and get so fed up with them
that they go and tell Dumbledore about them.
Finding out that they have been married practically since birth, they
must now get married once again in order to reaffirm their bond.
since they’re going to be married for the rest of their lives.
review! XD
obviously.
swearing.
between two boys – TWO, count ‘em, TWO – meaning that
this is SLASH. If that
and don’t even think about flaming me, because I WILL get very, very mad at you
and rant about you in the next chapter/fic I write.
but disregards HBP and DH. But yes,
Harry and Draco are seventeen, for
all intents and purposes of my story.
authors, in the fanfics they write, are all going
like “Oh, Lucius, you know how we were friends during
school,” and Lucius responds with something along the
lines of “Oh, yes, Severus, I know, you were the only one in my year who I
could even possibly fathom getting along with, seeing as the rest of them were
all such twits! Idiots…” HONESTLY…!
JUST NO! LUCIUS MALFOY WAS A SEVENTH
YEAR WHILE SEVERUS SNAPE WAS A FIRST YEAR!
proof??! Go to the HP Lexicon.
certain blond Slytherin named Draco Malfoy, rather than the Ginger Shrew Ginny
Weasley. No profit is made.
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Harry
had woken up already, but Draco was still asleep.
backside. Still.
“Draco…”
Harry breathed softly, groaning on a particularly hard thrust from the blond, a
strangled sound coming from his voice as he spoke.
up, I… Oh gods, Draco…”
the moment, but couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop, much less
He turned onto his other side to face his husband and rub their
erections together, groaning pleasurably at the contact.
“…Harry?”
Draco’s groggy voice came to his ears, and blearily
the blond opened his eyes, and realized with a jolt that he was staring into
bright emerald orbs. Draco clenched his
eyes shut in frustration – sexual frustration,
he told himself – and growled as his hips jutted forward as though they had a
mind of their own, rutting against Harry’s involuntarily.
“Oh
god, oh god, oh god…” Harry whispered nonsensically, bucking his hips.
Draco… Need… N-need…”
“W-what…
what do you need, Harry?” Draco asked breathily.
Harry
couldn’t speak anymore. He needed to get
rid of this heat, or he might die, he thought.
All he could do at the moment was grab the
blond next to him, fumbling with his limbs, and roll Draco on top of him,
aligning their bodies and erections. With
a grunt, Harry hoped he was getting his point across successfully.
huskier than normal, lust tracing its very being, his green eyes blazing.
Draco
growled, a sound coming from deep within his throat, swooped down and kiss his
husband on a whim. Hot tongues entwined,
like vines, sucking and pulling, Draco coming out the victor as Harry
surrendered happily. The
lay kissing and grinding against on e another for the next few moments, before
Harry broke off. “Draco, please,
just…” –another thrust – “of gods, just do it, can’t wait any longer, no…” his
voice trailed off, and in the next second, all of their clothes had vanished,
not a stitch left, leaving only their searing hot bodies pressed together.
Draco
grabbed his wand from the bedside table, reaching over, brought it to Harry’s
naked body, and muttered a lubricating spell inside of his arse cheeks.
himself at the brunet’s entrance, and paused, panting.
“Absolutely,”
Harry grunted. “If it’s not now, it’ll
just be sometime later in the day anyway, so bloody well get on with it, would
you.”
Draco
chuckled. “Demanding little thing there,
aren’t you,” he observed in amusement as he pushed in slowly.
Harry
drew in a sharp breath, gasping at the sudden intrusion to his body as Draco
seated himself on top, becoming increasingly fully sheathed within the
brunet. “Oh… gods, Draco,” Harry
breathed, “Draco, please, just… just… Ungh!
wishing for the pain he was feeling to turn into pleasure instead.
Draco
moved and soon, after fumbling a few times, the two picked up a steady rhythm,
sensations splendid, kissed shared becoming frenzied, hearts beating frantically,
and moans released unabashedly.
They
could feel themselves coming close, and, joining each other at the mouth on
last time… came together as one.
“Oh…
fuck, Harry! Fuck!”
“Our
baby… is going to have the dirtiest fucking mouth in history,” Harry panted,
giggling softly.
“Shut
up, Harry,” Draco groused, lying on top of the brunet as he scowled.
Later
on, Harry was curled into Draco’s body, one pale arm around his tanned waist as
his fingers ran through Harry’s soft black locks.
“…Harry?”
“Yes?”
“May…
may I ask you a question?
would understand if you didn’t want to answer, but…”
“Draco,
what we just did has got to be one of the most personal things two people can possibly
ever do. So whatever you want to ask,
just ask,” he let out a laugh.
“Fine,
I… I was wondering if you were a virgin before all this happened.
Harry
sighed. He just knew this question would have to come up sooner or later, he’d just
really hoped that it was later, rather.
“…Then
how’d you know what to do with yourself?
It just all seemed to come so natural for you…”
Harry
stilled. Now that Draco mentioned it, it
did all seem rather suspicious. How
body, legs, arms, and all, around Draco , almost as if it was obvious as to
what he should do. “I think it was the
spell, that’s why it had seemed so natural.
Strange, isn’t it? Five days ago,
someone had told me I’d be having sex for the first time, and to Draco Malfoy,
no less, I would have had them committed.
But now… I just don’t mind as much as I’d have
thought I should. I dunno.
“Yeah,
I do. I feel quite the same way,
actually. It’s all just… strange, I
guess.”
Harry
yawned, and Draco looked down fondly at this dark haired husband.
ready for bed, then.” He made to move,
but before he could move even a fraction of an inch, was stopped by Harry.
from the beautiful gem-like orbs.
“No,
can we just… stay here like this?
Please?” And before he knew it,
he’d fallen asleep curled on top of Draco.
Draco
hesitated briefly, but then decided that having Harry lying so peacefully
asleep in his arms… really wasn’t such a bad position to be in after all.
He
merely continued to run his fingers through the black hair slowly, softly,
until he himself had drifted off to sleep, wondering what this new feeling
plaguing him in his chest was.
If
he didn’t know any better… he’d almost say that he was happy.
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love to know what you think!
this chapter took so long to get out, I was having troubles with it a bit…
should be out soon, though! :D
Love,
Nymphy