Birthday Present
Birthday Present
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Title: Birthday
Present
Rating: R?
Waring: Language,
sexual contents, very close dancing.
Category: Romance/Humour
Pairing: Draco x
Harry, Hermione x OC, Ron x OC
Author’s Notes: I
wrote this twelve at night but I have gone through it to check for spelling
errors, hopefully I found all the serious ones. This is a one shot in Harry’s
POV ^_^ please enjoy and tell me what you thought of it. This is not a serious
was having fun and just wrote it so all I ask is that you enjoy reading it.
Disclaimer:
*sigh* I so wish it where, but it’s not mine.
One Shot: Seven
long years
I turned twenty-six today…I’m getting old, I know.
But hey at least I’m not in my thirties…give me time though,
I’m sure I will make it there one day.
Damn things have changed a lot; I remember there was a long
period of my life where I didn’t even think I’d be alive to finish my schooling
years. Ah how happy I am to be alive, I could kiss myself for my great
accomplishment in surviving, but I wont, I’d attract to much attention and
Merlin knows I don’t want that.
“Happy birthday mate” ahh Ron, my good friend, my pal,
me?
Smiling I take the offered present from my friends hands and
begin to unwrap it, oh I wonder what may lay between these….red and gold? Oh
Ron that’s kinda cliché don’t ya think? I mean we are
out of school and have been for the past nine years and here you are still into
that Gold and Red – Gryffindors to the very end I’m guessing?
Oh looky…an…a…um…it’s interesting…but
what is I- FUCK…did it…did it just wink at me?…I swear
this…this ‘thing’ just winked at me…no, sorry my mistake. Oh silly me, it’s
a….well I don’t exactly know what it is but it is interesting and if it winks
at me again I will not hesitate to scream and throw it…far, far away.
Ron’s looking at me all worried like, better pretend I know
what it is and thank him and hope to Merlin it doesn’t wink…or move…or
breath…no one startle it…
“Oh Ron thank you so much, you didn’t have to get me anything
but thank you, it’s wonderful” yes now that that’s over please explain to me
just what the fuck it is.
Now his beaming, ah Harry you do good.
Puffing his chest out he looks positively ready to boast.
“I bought it myself” I gathered that much, he smiled as he
took it from me, whatever ‘it’ is, “I saw it in a store and just knew you’d
like it” I’d like it even more if I knew what it was, “I charmed it so that
when you send it on errands you can still locate where it is and who touched
it” kinky.
Smiling I nodded and stood to hug him, really he’s a great
friend, I mean who cares what he got me…I will be locking it up somewhere so it
doesn’t attack me.
“That’s great Ron, thanks” I pull back and smile brightly to
him, just to make sure he understands that I like…the thing he got me.
“Harry” ‘Mione, when did she get
here? Oh wow, her present is big…me want, gimme, gimme…gimmmmmmiieeeeeeeeeeee…..
“I’m sorry I’m late Harry, David got a bit lost on the way
here” Oh, you brought…’him’ with you, honestly what do you see in him?
“Hiya Har”
yr, Har-ry. Get it right or don’t say it at all.
Over ‘Mione and David’s shoulder,
Ron is standing, sending the best death glares I have ever seen him do, now we
just have to wait and see if it’s strong enough to render the asshole unconscious,
or better yet, dead…..oh come on Ron put some effort into it….oh god let me do
it.
Ahh there we go, not the desired death effect I was after,
but it will do, I made him cringe.
“I got you a present, or me and David did I mean” Hermione
said sweetly as she handed me the BIG present, I will forget I heard that last
section, like hell he helped choose a present for me, the man hates me, I can
happily say the feeling is mutual.
“Oh wow that’s big…you shouldn’t have though” act sweet like
you don’t want, now GIMMIE!
Ahh there’s the girl.
Setting the present on the small round table in front of me,
moving the glass drinks aside so as not to break anything I begin to unwrap, a
little better then Ron, her paper is deep blue with a gold ribbon.
Slowly unwrapping it a rectangular
box begins to show itself, oh…oh…YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! Oh. My. God>God.
I can’t believe it, she actually got me a DVD system…ahh
this is brilliant, I was going to get one…I was going to get THIS one but the
store was out of stock by the time I decided to buy one and wasn’t going to be
back in stock for another two months.
She got me the DVD player…did I mention I love her?
“Herm’ I…thank you so much” leaping from the chair I was in
I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek, I can’t believe she got me that.
“Happy birthday Harry” she whispered into my ear and
returned the kiss onto my cheek.
I pull back and smile. Better not give her too much
attention, even if it is pissing David off, Ron’s getting that hurt look n.
Oh I love you too Ron…just not anything above
friendship…ditto to Hermione.
“You guys are the best” I say flashing them both my smile
that I know makes most people melt to a puddle at my feet, ah ha, desired
affect, Ron’s blushing at my praising to him and Hermione’s smiling.
“N…no probs Harry….let’s go
dancing” oh he’s embarrassed with all the touchy emotions I’m displaying, he
should know by now that I’m just being friendly, ever since I told him I bat
for both sides – i.e. I’m bisexual – he keeps thinking that every little emotion
or hug or word I say and do to him means I ‘like’ him, I can’t begin to count
how many times he’s sat me down to tell me how he want’s our relationship to be
– friends only – and that I know he’s straight.
Laughing and nodding I allow my eyes to scan the club I am
currently sitting in. Ahh I love this place, I’m always coming here, I remember
the first time I was here…shaking my head I frown a little, no need to get into
those thoughts now Harry.
It’s a large club, dark – since its night time – big dancing
floor where hot and sweaty bodies are rubbing up against each other, dim lights
so you are able to at least see your surroundings – to a degree – long bar at
the side where all kinds of drinks are served, not to mention a real hot
bartender. What better place can you choose for a birthday party?
The live band is playing an erotic song, gods look at those
bodies in there rub against each other, I wonder if
half of those people know who it is they are busy groping and rubbing
themselves against.
Oh who cares, I am so in there.
“Come on you guys” I wave as I jump off my chair to go into
that sweaty tangle of bodies…ahhhh…I will try and
refrain from drooling.
Hermione is with ‘him’ and they stop at the edge of the dance
floor to begin dancing. Ron’s taken his girlfriend…er
what’s her name again? Kate? Yeah I think its Kate, I can’t keep up with all
his girlfriends, but he took her further down from Monie’
and ‘him.’ Me, I want the action, I’m going to the middle of the dance floor.
I hope I’ll get to take a present home, preferably one
that’s breathing – not includRon’Ron’s present – a hot body would be good…hm
I’m in the mood for a solid form, a male.
I’ll defiantly pick up someone with what I’m in. I’m wearing
black second skin leather pants, that hang off my hips, two strings on either
side of my hips are keeping the pants together and up, I have black boots that
are nicely shohrouhrough the split that runs up the edges of my leg pants,
stopping on my thigh, then there is the silk forest green button up shirt that
stops at my waist showing the nice tan flesh of my stomach, my hair falling
about my shoulders – still out of control, but in a hot way – and my glasses
are long since replaced by contact lenses.
I am, for lack of better words, hot, irresistible, gorgeous,
sexy, being held, fuckable,
dazzling…wha-
Ahh, I’m being held, I’ve bee been in this crowd for
oh I can squeal with delight about now, but I don’t want to scare off my
birthday present.
Okay, let’s dance.
I can tell this person is male, their hands tell me that
much, so does the flat muscular body against my back…oh I wanna
keep.
I fall into rhythm with the music, its erotic, slow, sensual
and just plain brilliant.
This guy’s hands are on my waist lightly, his body nicely
pressed to my back as he begins to also move to the music.
Rocking my hips I begin the mood. I close my eyes and allow
myself to be pulled into the music and body.
My hands travel up my outer thigh and stop on the hands on
my waist, I continue to rock my hips gently to the music, my body leaning back
into his.
A warm breath tickles my right ear causing me to shiver, now
that’s erotic.
His hands slid out from under mine and begin to travel across
my torso and stomach region, the touch is so soft and silky, it almost tickles.
His hips are rocking with mine as his face nuzzles into my
neck. I tilt my head to the side, eyes still closed, as I slowly travel my
hands up my body until they reach my chest where I stop touching and just
slowly raise my hands into the air above my head, having them fold over each
other in their own private dance.
I rub my body further into the warm one behind
behind his head, my finders slipping instantly into soft silky hair.
Oh this man is beautiful, I don’t need to see him to know
this, the body is tall, masculine and strong, his touch gentle with promises of
sensual and erotic pleasures, the breath using it’s own magic as it causes my
body to tremble lightly every time I feel it graze my neck and cheek, the lips
that are only just pressed to my neck giving me the hopefulness of a more
intermit time with them.
His aroma intoxicating to my senses, almost like a drug to
the system, the essence of vanilla and sandalwood, a light smell that doesn’t
make your nose wrinkle in disgust or make you suffocate, it was at a familiar
yet perfect smell.
I rested my head back and onto the shoulder behind me, he
was indeed taller but only by a few centimetres.
His hands wrapped themselves around me, one moving down over
my hips and onto my thigh, our bodies continued to rock.
I brought my hands around to rest on his shoulders, my head
tilting further to the side with his small nudge. I want to take him home now
thank you. I want to show him what else I can do with my hands, what other
speeds I can make my hips rock at, what I can do with my lips. What can I
Slowly he coaxes me to turn to face him, and I do, my arms
move around his neck as I turn and face him, his hands moving to rest on my
hips again, his flesh touching mine, his chest against mine, his lips to my
neck, I love it!
Were rocking our hips into each others, my arms beginning to
slide down his smooth body, he has a figure, not too muscular but not too slim,
just perfect.
My hands trace down to his waist where I meet skin, ahh I
though I felt skin pressed to my back before.
I decide to open my eyes; I want to see my present.
Ahh, beautiful.
I can’t see too much since our bodies are pressed against
each other but I do see a shock of blonde hair and pale neck, ah if only it
was.
I slide my hands back up his body to play in the lengthy
blonde hair, it actually was not long but it is nice, it reaches just below his
ears, a few strand curling, his fringe was currently pushed behind his ears, I
run my hand up the back of his neck, my fingers spread as I feel the silk hair
run between them, I make sure to disturb the fringe tucked behind the ear and
watched with a content smile as it fell from my vision to be in it’s proper
position.
His hands were snaking over my body.
I love this feeling. All I have to do now is get my beauty of
a present home, in my bed, on the table, on the lounge…floor…shower; oh I don’t
care where, as long as I have him at my place, or his place….me want!
His breath grazes my ear as his lips brush against it, again
my body was sent into a shiver. That is so erotic, how does he do that?
“Happy birthday Harry” his voice was soft as it was purred
into my ear.
Wait just one second here, this guy knows me? And he knows
it’s my birthday?
“Wh-” I was cut off as warm lips began to suckle at a
sensitive spot at my neck, it’s as if he knows my body, had prior experience to
its sensitive spots, I couldn’t help but moan and drop my head back, my arms
moving around his waist to keep me at least from falling to the ground in a
puddle.
What this guy can do with his mouth…ohh…his
tongue too.
He was now licking at the spot he had previously been
sucking, I’m betting there’s going to be a mark there, oh who cares.
Again I moan as he goes about nibbling my neck, god I love
his mouth, its sooo good. If only though….
He wraps his arms tightly around my waist pulling me closer,
wow I like this, oh and he’s just as excited as me, either that or…no…he’s
excited all right, ah screw the rest of the dance, you, bed, NOW!
I rub my groin hard against his own, hearing his quick
intake of breath, I smile, yes I play dirty too, again I grind my hips hard
into his making sure to rub myself firmly against his growing arousal. I want
and I want now!
“Little impatient, hm?” ahh that voice
again.
………
……
…
THAT VOICE!
NO….AHHHHHHHHH!
I recognise that voice now. How long has it been…But it
can’t…
I shoot back with wide eyes, my hands snapping to tightly
clutch the upper arms of my dancing partner.
Silver eyes look into mine, their emotions showing lust,
hunger and amusement. Pale face, yet perfect, blonde hair
falling like silk curtains over his complex. It…can’t….it is…but…he…it…
“D…Draco?” I chock out as I gaze up at him.
It can’t be…but….yes…he smiled….it is…its Draco, my Draco.
“DRACO!” I shout throwing my arms over his shoulders more or
less pouncing on him, I can’t believe it’s him, it’s my Draco. He’s back.
He chuckled as he held me tightly “Settle down Harry.”
Settle down? SETTLE DOWN? It’s been seven fucking years
since I last saw him, touched him, and he’s telling me to settle down.
Fuck him.
Pulling back, only a little bit, I go straight for the kill,
my lips land on his in the hungriest most demanding kiss I have ever given, and
naturally he responds, if possible, with more hunger and even more demanding.
It’s been so long since I last touched these lips; I can’t
believe he’s back, he’s fucking back, my Dragon returned to me, just like he
promised.
Pulling back I began to cover his face in kisses “When?
He was kissing as much of me as he could as I kissed him
“Four days ago. Moved back” he answered as he kissed down my neck and trailed
back to my face.
“Why? How?” again I asked as I continually kissed him, now
on his neck.
Leaning his head to the side to give me more access as he kissed
the side of my neck, he answered “I wanted to. Because.”
We really need to stop kissing so I can get some proper
answers from him.
And with a big struggle, I did, I pulled back yet kept him
in my arms; I don’t want this to turn into a dream, like the others. I need to
make sure he won’t leave, not again.
“But it’s only been seven years” I asked looking
breathlessly up at him.
He smiled as he also regained some composure, brushing a few
strands of hair from my face his smile became even more genuine and loving as
he watched me lean into the touch, god I love his smile.
“Yeah I know. I was given the choice to transfer back here
and I took it” he answered placing a light kiss on my forehead.
“But…” he shook his head and kissed my lips.
“Talk later” he whispered as he drew apart a little, I only
nodded and pushed the gap closed again.
It had been seven years since I last saw him. We had been
dating for two years – ever since seventh year in Hogwarts – then he was
offered a job he just couldn’t refuse, the only problem was it was over seas,
in
We had decided it best to break it off, he was meant to be
gone for ten years, not seven. And both of us didn’t think we could handle a
long distance relationship.
So >So we both broke up and promised to move on, get other
lovers, and then when he returned, if we were still interested in each other
and single we would pick up where we left off, to say the truth I never lost
interest in him and I never stayed with anyone for too long.
But he was back now; I was defiantly not expecting this.
Three years early.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue running along the bottom of
my lip asking for access, a request I granted immediately, god
I love him.
Our tongues explored long lost territory, ahh the mouth, the
tongue, everything I remember and love about him is still in good working
order.
Moaning I leaned up and into him, my body firmly pressed to
his, my arms around his waist tightly holding on for dear life as I lost myself
in paradise.
My lungs began to protest but I don’t care, let me die, I
want this, I don’t want this to ever end.
But unfortunately it did, slowly he pulled back and smiled
down at my flushed face.
“Happy birthday Harry” he whispered to me, his lips once
again sealing mine up.
This would have to be the best present I have ever gotten,
one I will never get rid of.
~THE END
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