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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,479
Reviews:
17
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: *arches eyebrow* Now, now, if I owned the series, d\'you really think Harry and Draco would be even nominally straight? ^_~
It was the first day of his last year at Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy sat at his breakfast, feeling tired, bored, and rather horny. Very, very, horny, as a matter of fact--and after that little...tiff...over the \"Blaise incident\" she was sure not to speak to him for a week, yet.
Besides, he reflected, I...don\'t think I\'m in the mood for it that way...\'s just one of those days when a fellow needs a good fuck..something thick and juicy...don\'t care who, I\'d do it as many times as he wanted...
His eyes began to glaze over slightly, as he considered jsut how many times that might be--when a sudden cry from across the Great Hall caught his attention. Hermione Granger was on her feet at the Gryffindor table, her lips parted in astonishment, arm outstretched toward a tan, well-muscled youth with stylishly mussed black hair and jade-bright eyes that stared at her from behind a pair of slim, gold-rimmed glasses. His school robes were open to the navel, revealing a red tank-top chased with gold lions, and when he sat, Draco caught a glimpse of what appeared to be obscenely tight black jeans.
\"Harry!\" Hermione screeched again, for good measure, \"Is that you?!\" The boy chuckled, rose-petal lips curving upward in the easy smile of youth that looks damn good, and knows it, to boot.
\"Of course it\'s me, Herm,\" he grinned, \"Who else would I be? Or didn\'t you take Ron\'s threat seriously...?\" The Weasely in question--tall, freckled, and carrot-topped as ever--had meanwhile sidled up behind Hermione and now snagged her about the waist, causing her to squeal in sudden surprise.
\"Fraternizing again?\" He laughed softly in her ear. \"Maybe letting Fleur and her friends loose on Harry wasn\'t such a clever idea after all.\"
\"Don\'t be silly,\" Hermione smiled, and leaned upward on tiptoe to press her lips to Ron\'s in a kiss that seemed destined to lose its chastity very early on, indeed. Several heads turned toward Draco at this, waiting for him to pass the usual snide remark--but he had noticed none of the exchange between Hogwarts\' Head Girl and the (hopeful) Gryffindor Keeper. NO, drom the moment he had spotted Harry, the mind of young Master Malfoy had been all tied up with a single thought:
He looks like The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-A-Pretty-Nice-Piece-Of-Arse-After-All...
* * *
On his way out of Great Hall (alone, Ron and Hermione being wrapped up in each other, yet) Harry Potter found himself accosted by a blonde-haired, black-robed fiend who grabbed his collar, slammed him against the nearest wall, and gasped, \"Fuck me.\"
\"Come again?\" he asked, reaching with one had to straighten his glasses, which had been knocked askew by the sudden motion. As he did so, the fiend resolved itself into Draco Malfoy, who stared at him for a moment and then repeated,
\"Fuck me. Now.\"
Harry seemed thoroughly bewildered.
\"Why would I want to do that?
Draco scowled.
\"Because I\'m really horny, and I\'m telling you to on pain of a really, really nasty jinx.\" He paused. \"And because you\'re pretty damn hot yourself.\"
Harry was unmoved.
\"And because I\'ll owe you, alright, Potter?\"
At that, Harry grinned.
\"Just do it already,\" snapped Draco, \"There\'s not much time before first perio--ooph!\"
The self-proclaimed Slytherin Sex God found his position suddenly reversed, pressed face-first against the wall.
\"Not here, you twit--!\" he stareted, and then somehow Harry was inside of him; it should have hurt, should have been excruciating, but Draco felt nothing but a moment of exquisite pleasure. Then Harry thrust inside him, just one, and white cum as pale as sin gushed forth from Draco\'s cock.
Harry stepped back, letting Draco drop to his knees.
\"Meet me tomorrow night in the lowest dungeon. Use the passage beneath the bust of Sir Ulrich the Unctuous.\" Then he was gone, leaving Draco alone with the semen slowly staining the front of his robes. He knelt there for a moment, thoughts twice-scattered by a very nice orgasm and the prospect of just what \"favor\" Harry had in store for him.
TBC
It was the first day of his last year at Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy sat at his breakfast, feeling tired, bored, and rather horny. Very, very, horny, as a matter of fact--and after that little...tiff...over the \"Blaise incident\" she was sure not to speak to him for a week, yet.
Besides, he reflected, I...don\'t think I\'m in the mood for it that way...\'s just one of those days when a fellow needs a good fuck..something thick and juicy...don\'t care who, I\'d do it as many times as he wanted...
His eyes began to glaze over slightly, as he considered jsut how many times that might be--when a sudden cry from across the Great Hall caught his attention. Hermione Granger was on her feet at the Gryffindor table, her lips parted in astonishment, arm outstretched toward a tan, well-muscled youth with stylishly mussed black hair and jade-bright eyes that stared at her from behind a pair of slim, gold-rimmed glasses. His school robes were open to the navel, revealing a red tank-top chased with gold lions, and when he sat, Draco caught a glimpse of what appeared to be obscenely tight black jeans.
\"Harry!\" Hermione screeched again, for good measure, \"Is that you?!\" The boy chuckled, rose-petal lips curving upward in the easy smile of youth that looks damn good, and knows it, to boot.
\"Of course it\'s me, Herm,\" he grinned, \"Who else would I be? Or didn\'t you take Ron\'s threat seriously...?\" The Weasely in question--tall, freckled, and carrot-topped as ever--had meanwhile sidled up behind Hermione and now snagged her about the waist, causing her to squeal in sudden surprise.
\"Fraternizing again?\" He laughed softly in her ear. \"Maybe letting Fleur and her friends loose on Harry wasn\'t such a clever idea after all.\"
\"Don\'t be silly,\" Hermione smiled, and leaned upward on tiptoe to press her lips to Ron\'s in a kiss that seemed destined to lose its chastity very early on, indeed. Several heads turned toward Draco at this, waiting for him to pass the usual snide remark--but he had noticed none of the exchange between Hogwarts\' Head Girl and the (hopeful) Gryffindor Keeper. NO, drom the moment he had spotted Harry, the mind of young Master Malfoy had been all tied up with a single thought:
He looks like The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Become-A-Pretty-Nice-Piece-Of-Arse-After-All...
* * *
On his way out of Great Hall (alone, Ron and Hermione being wrapped up in each other, yet) Harry Potter found himself accosted by a blonde-haired, black-robed fiend who grabbed his collar, slammed him against the nearest wall, and gasped, \"Fuck me.\"
\"Come again?\" he asked, reaching with one had to straighten his glasses, which had been knocked askew by the sudden motion. As he did so, the fiend resolved itself into Draco Malfoy, who stared at him for a moment and then repeated,
\"Fuck me. Now.\"
Harry seemed thoroughly bewildered.
\"Why would I want to do that?
Draco scowled.
\"Because I\'m really horny, and I\'m telling you to on pain of a really, really nasty jinx.\" He paused. \"And because you\'re pretty damn hot yourself.\"
Harry was unmoved.
\"And because I\'ll owe you, alright, Potter?\"
At that, Harry grinned.
\"Just do it already,\" snapped Draco, \"There\'s not much time before first perio--ooph!\"
The self-proclaimed Slytherin Sex God found his position suddenly reversed, pressed face-first against the wall.
\"Not here, you twit--!\" he stareted, and then somehow Harry was inside of him; it should have hurt, should have been excruciating, but Draco felt nothing but a moment of exquisite pleasure. Then Harry thrust inside him, just one, and white cum as pale as sin gushed forth from Draco\'s cock.
Harry stepped back, letting Draco drop to his knees.
\"Meet me tomorrow night in the lowest dungeon. Use the passage beneath the bust of Sir Ulrich the Unctuous.\" Then he was gone, leaving Draco alone with the semen slowly staining the front of his robes. He knelt there for a moment, thoughts twice-scattered by a very nice orgasm and the prospect of just what \"favor\" Harry had in store for him.
TBC