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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,366
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
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Disclaimer: NOT MINE! I swear I don\'t have any of the characters from Harry Potter locked up in my basement. I don\'t even have a basement! I am also not making money from this, because if I was, it would not be posted on another\'s website. I would have my own website, and you would have to pay to get to it! HAHA! *maniacal laughter ensues* Well, on with the show.
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It was always cold-he was always cold- after. It was always the same thing…
“’S time,” he mumbles into the hair in front of him. “Gotta go.”
He slowly untangles himself from the sleeping boy in the bed. An arm shoots out, and warm fingers wrap around an already cooling wrist. He shivers at the contact.
“Let go. Let go! You know I have to leave! Do you want us to get caught?” The fingers relax, squeeze once, and withdraw.
“That’s what I thought.” He stands next to the bed at looks around at the floor. “Where are my pants?” He glances over his shoulder to find his boyfriend back asleep already.
“Hey,” He says, now climbing back into bed, straddling said sleeper in a blatant vie for attention. “I said, ‘Where,’” A kiss to a scar, “’are,’” a kiss to one hand, “’my,’” a kiss to the other hand, “’pants?’” Cool lips finally descend on slightly parted warmer ones, and he slips his tongue in slowly, feeling his partner finally full awaken.
Suddenly, he is flipped over and is lying on his back. Cloth lands on his face, and when he pulls the pants away, he notices the green eyes looking at him. “Looking for these?” Harry giggles. It is very unmanly, and yet, from his Harry, from this little bit of life they are allowed to live while the war mounts at the front doors… it is perfect. He catches his breath again, and restarts his routine.
“Damn you, Harry!” He scrambles into the pants, while Harry watches him, pausing for a moment when warm hands begin tracing the bites and bruises from their recent bout of lovemaking. Harry always felt guilty when he felt he was too rough. But, they had decided that here was the only place they could have total release, so when they had rough sex, it was very rough. The only way he could assuage Harry’s guilt was to remind the other boy that he had just as many bruises.
“Okay,” He says, standing up pulling on his T-shirt while slipping into his runners. “I really have to go now. See you later Golden Boy. Love you.” He walks to the door of the Room of Requirement, and looks back once more at his lover, who waves at him, and begins getting dressed. Then he turns and walks out the door.
Damn it’s cold on the way back to the dorm, after. But, it’s always cold.
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It was always cold-he was always cold- after. It was always the same thing…
“’S time,” he mumbles into the hair in front of him. “Gotta go.”
He slowly untangles himself from the sleeping boy in the bed. An arm shoots out, and warm fingers wrap around an already cooling wrist. He shivers at the contact.
“Let go. Let go! You know I have to leave! Do you want us to get caught?” The fingers relax, squeeze once, and withdraw.
“That’s what I thought.” He stands next to the bed at looks around at the floor. “Where are my pants?” He glances over his shoulder to find his boyfriend back asleep already.
“Hey,” He says, now climbing back into bed, straddling said sleeper in a blatant vie for attention. “I said, ‘Where,’” A kiss to a scar, “’are,’” a kiss to one hand, “’my,’” a kiss to the other hand, “’pants?’” Cool lips finally descend on slightly parted warmer ones, and he slips his tongue in slowly, feeling his partner finally full awaken.
Suddenly, he is flipped over and is lying on his back. Cloth lands on his face, and when he pulls the pants away, he notices the green eyes looking at him. “Looking for these?” Harry giggles. It is very unmanly, and yet, from his Harry, from this little bit of life they are allowed to live while the war mounts at the front doors… it is perfect. He catches his breath again, and restarts his routine.
“Damn you, Harry!” He scrambles into the pants, while Harry watches him, pausing for a moment when warm hands begin tracing the bites and bruises from their recent bout of lovemaking. Harry always felt guilty when he felt he was too rough. But, they had decided that here was the only place they could have total release, so when they had rough sex, it was very rough. The only way he could assuage Harry’s guilt was to remind the other boy that he had just as many bruises.
“Okay,” He says, standing up pulling on his T-shirt while slipping into his runners. “I really have to go now. See you later Golden Boy. Love you.” He walks to the door of the Room of Requirement, and looks back once more at his lover, who waves at him, and begins getting dressed. Then he turns and walks out the door.
Damn it’s cold on the way back to the dorm, after. But, it’s always cold.