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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,491
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41
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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.
So How’d That Happen?
So How’d That Happen?
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Harry would admit to himself later that it wasn’t his finest hour but the only thing that popped to mind was *What? Huh? What?*
He sat there on the floor in stunned silence for all of two seconds before his mind processed that he’d been knocked on his bum. A hand had entered his line of vision a moment later. Harry looked up startled at Draco Malfoy, to the hand he’d extended, and then back at Draco again. He saw hurt for a fleeting second in the other man’s eyes before Draco walled it off and started to let his hand drop.
That brief emotion in those storm gray eyes ripped something inside Harry’s heart. The Gryffindor’s hand shot out with the speed of the seeker he was and captured the blonde’s hand before it could get away. Harry looked again to see the happy surprise in those same eyes.
Harry was pulled up off the floor and found himself practically nose to nose with the blonde. He inhaled sharply as he felt a thumb slowly and steadily caressing the inner part of his wrist that was pinned between them.
Draco leaned in close to Harry’s ear and softly whispered. “You should watch where your going there, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t resist rubbing his cheek against the one next to his slowly while growling playfully. “ You ran into me, Draco.”
“Did I, now?” Draco breathed against the shell of his ear. “Well then, guess I’ll just have to do something to apologize. Yes?”
Harry couldn’t think clearly with Draco nibbling at his earlobe like that or he would have done or said something more intelligent than to moan his agreement.
“Tomorrow is the start of a Hogsmeade weekend. Why don’t you have lunch with me?” His lips brushed against Harry’s cheek as he spoke and then pulled back to look at him while waiting for Harry‘s answer.
Harry couldn’t find his voice to speak, so he just nodded yes before his lost his nerve. Draco rewarded him with a small smile that made him weak in the knees.
Draco swooped in and snogged the living daylights out of Harry. When Draco let him up for air, he stated, “Tomorrow.” he kissed Harry again “12 o’clock” another kiss “The boulder behind the Shrieking Shack.” A long deep kiss. “Don’t stand me up and don’t be late.” With that Draco headed for the door.
Harry blinked as his brain caught up to the fact he now had a date with Malfoy. How the bloody hell had that happened?
Shaking his head Harry made his way over to Hermione’s bed on wobbly legs. When he finally got close enough Harry blinked at what he saw. There fast asleep was one of his best friends looking like Groucho Marx.
“MALFOY!” Harry yelled. He heard laughter followed by the sound of the Infirmary doors closing.
“Git.” he said almost fondly, all the while trying not to laugh at his moustached friend that was waking up.
~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Just thought I'd see if anyone was still reading this one. If so I have a bit more I could post, a chapter or so. Just let me know and don't forget to feed the muses.
ta,
Juno
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Harry would admit to himself later that it wasn’t his finest hour but the only thing that popped to mind was *What? Huh? What?*
He sat there on the floor in stunned silence for all of two seconds before his mind processed that he’d been knocked on his bum. A hand had entered his line of vision a moment later. Harry looked up startled at Draco Malfoy, to the hand he’d extended, and then back at Draco again. He saw hurt for a fleeting second in the other man’s eyes before Draco walled it off and started to let his hand drop.
That brief emotion in those storm gray eyes ripped something inside Harry’s heart. The Gryffindor’s hand shot out with the speed of the seeker he was and captured the blonde’s hand before it could get away. Harry looked again to see the happy surprise in those same eyes.
Harry was pulled up off the floor and found himself practically nose to nose with the blonde. He inhaled sharply as he felt a thumb slowly and steadily caressing the inner part of his wrist that was pinned between them.
Draco leaned in close to Harry’s ear and softly whispered. “You should watch where your going there, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t resist rubbing his cheek against the one next to his slowly while growling playfully. “ You ran into me, Draco.”
“Did I, now?” Draco breathed against the shell of his ear. “Well then, guess I’ll just have to do something to apologize. Yes?”
Harry couldn’t think clearly with Draco nibbling at his earlobe like that or he would have done or said something more intelligent than to moan his agreement.
“Tomorrow is the start of a Hogsmeade weekend. Why don’t you have lunch with me?” His lips brushed against Harry’s cheek as he spoke and then pulled back to look at him while waiting for Harry‘s answer.
Harry couldn’t find his voice to speak, so he just nodded yes before his lost his nerve. Draco rewarded him with a small smile that made him weak in the knees.
Draco swooped in and snogged the living daylights out of Harry. When Draco let him up for air, he stated, “Tomorrow.” he kissed Harry again “12 o’clock” another kiss “The boulder behind the Shrieking Shack.” A long deep kiss. “Don’t stand me up and don’t be late.” With that Draco headed for the door.
Harry blinked as his brain caught up to the fact he now had a date with Malfoy. How the bloody hell had that happened?
Shaking his head Harry made his way over to Hermione’s bed on wobbly legs. When he finally got close enough Harry blinked at what he saw. There fast asleep was one of his best friends looking like Groucho Marx.
“MALFOY!” Harry yelled. He heard laughter followed by the sound of the Infirmary doors closing.
“Git.” he said almost fondly, all the while trying not to laugh at his moustached friend that was waking up.
~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Just thought I'd see if anyone was still reading this one. If so I have a bit more I could post, a chapter or so. Just let me know and don't forget to feed the muses.
ta,
Juno