Summons

Disclamer: We all know this drill, right? I own nothing because the wonderful J.K. Rowling decided that, "Hey, if I sell a brilliant series of het novels I will earn money." Brilliant woman.

AN: Okay, seeing as to how I already have this loaded to another site, I thought, 'What the Hell? Might as well get one here, too.' The reason this account is appearing here now is simply because I found this much later than FOREVERFANDOM. Anyho, on with the show! -CARIO-
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Chapter 1: Upon Waking

Hands touched him in ways he had never been touched. They moved slowly against him, heating his body till it flushed. They mapped every piece of skin they happened to fall upon, tormenting and teasing. Those hands.

Lips trailed the outline of his face, kissing him unhurriedly. They stuck to his slightly damp skin, allowing sweet breath to caress his face as those hands caressed his body. Lips so sweet to taste, like the juiciest, most forbidden fruit. So full, so sweet. Those lips.

Eyes gazed up at him as another body moved lower. His thighs were spread by those gentle hands as those lips placed a kiss to his swollen shaft. He moaned under that heated gaze as that mouth descended upon him, warming him more than he thought possible. Oh, the feel of those hands, the heat of those lips. He cried out, looking into those eyes. "Harry!"

Draco Malfoy shot up in bed, giving a small, horrified yelp. He patted his chest, making sure his heart was still going. Of course it was...He was sitting up in bed; wasn't he?

He continued to catch his breath, lying back into his pillows. Images of his dark...nightmare flashed before his eyes. "Hell no!" he ranted. "I was not hard, nor enjoying myself! No!"

But he suddenly became of his half-hard cock. "Oh, hell fucking no!" he all but growled in a rage.

A sound much like wind chimes sounded in his head. Then an accompaniment of harps, bells, and a piano sounded with the most beautiful instrument of all, the voice of angel. "Draco."

The blonde clutched his hair. "Get out...Get out of my head," he commanded. His heart rate increased as more images passed before his eyes. He closed them tightly, hoping to rid himself of the visuals of hands, lips, an expansion of neck, messy black hair, all to no avail.

They kept coming, quicker now. The sound of his racing heart was mixed with the moans and sighs of his partner. The color began to fade, becoming a black and white film, zipping and zooming before his eyes. And suddenly, that film stopped. The screen was pitch black and stringy, almost like...hair.

Slowly, that mass of black began to move, covering the screen in a clash of raven and tawny brown. And then, piercing green eyes were once again peering at him; those eyes. "Draco," was emitted from those lips. Those hands worked upon his flesh again. "Come for me, Draco."

And the blonde was lost, falling into a new heat as heat hit the pillows. His breathing was shallow, and it was just then that he realized he'd been pumping himself dry. He looked down at the mess he had made upon hi sheets. With an exhausted sigh of, "Bloody hell, he flung the comforter and sheets to a pile on the floor. "What's next?"

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Harry Potter was awakening to the warmth of a body beside his. He blinked, rubbed his eyes as tiny rays danced around his room. He looked down upon his companion, sighed.

They'd had a long, Harry and Neville. No matter how many ties they'd tried, Neville would always stumble, his hands would shake, he got to nervous to continue. So Harry had told him that they could wait until Neville was ready to proceed.

"No!" Neville had protested, eyes pleading. "If I don't do it now...I never will. Please, Harry? I can do it."

Harry had sighed, ruffled his jet black hair. "Alright." He said, giving in to those eyes. "But don't say I didn't tell you so when you wake up with aches and pains; understood?"

The boy nodded his dark brown head, eyes alight with joy. "Thank you!" he cried, hugging the Boy Wonder before getting into his proper position.

They'd stayed up late...too late in fact. " It's a good thing we don't have class tomorrow," Harry stated, lying back. "That was great, by the way, Neville."

"Thanks to you," the other replied. "How'd you learn that?" he asked, fluffing a pillow and settling in.

Harry closed his eyes. "Experience."

They were quiet for a moment, just lying in the dark, breathing deeply. "Harry?" Neville asked drowsily.

"Hm?" was the response.

A yawn was issued. "Thank you."

Harry smiled sleepily, whispering "Anytime."

So here he was at....He glanced at the clock....6:50 in the morning, examining the boy beside him. Neville had changed a lot over the years. His face had become longer, taking away the chubby look of before. His body had become taunt with soft muscles you could see flexing under his smooth skin. Work had been done on his teeth, straightening and whitening them into a brand new smile.

Harry grinned, thinking of the first time everyone had seen the changes. For a short while he was glad the focus hadn't been on him. For once he was out of the limelight, and he was loving it.

But, all good things must come to an end, and in Hogwarts that usually meant the Slytherins were in on the scandal. And this time they had gone too far....and it had all started with Malfoy.

The blonde has strutted straight up to Gryffindor table, sneering as usual. "Well, Potter, tell me; which of you poofs takes it up the arse? You or Longbottom?"

When no one had produced and answer....other than having to restrain Ron, Malfoy snorted " Ah...split fifty-fifty." Then rotated to leave...turned back. "Oh, and Potter..." He tossed Harry a bottle. "It's scented."

Harry gritted his teeth, fisting a hand in the sheets. "And the fact that I'm having dreams about him does not help. Damn it."

He sighed, leaning down over Neville's form to retrieve his glasses. He nudged them onto his nose, glancing at the still sleeping boy. He tilted his head, watching Neville's eyelids flutter about in sleep. A smile covered his face as he thought about stuffing marshmallows in the other boys slightly open mouth.

"HARRY!" another boy burst through the door energetically, waking Neville with a start. "It's time to...oh..."

Harry stared, wide eyed at the door. "Shit"
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As an added bonus...A TEASER!


Draco's head snapped up. "BLAISE!" he hissed, earning wary looks from his housemates. He lowered his voice so only Zabini could hear him. "Do you want to know how I feel? I'm really, really annoyed because you won't shut the fuck up! And when I walked into the Great Hall and saw Harry...Do you want to know how I felt?"

The brunette gave a small smile. "So it's Harry now?"

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