Lies: the extended edition
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,172
Reviews:
11
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0
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.
Lies
Lies
Extended version: chaper 1
I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned, Warner Bros do.
I wrote this before HBP came out so it doesn't follow the story of the book at all and it never will.
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It was pretty well known that Draco Malfoy was a virgin. He didn’t care that people knew, in fact he often made sure they knew. When the subject came up he would tell them that “none of the girls in this school are good enough”. Everyone was content to believe this, after all why would Draco Malfoy want to dirty himself with common schoolgirls? Only a girl from a wealthy, powerful family would be good enough for him. Besides, why risk polluting the Malfoy line with inferior blood. Most of his roommates had managed to bed someone over the past couple of years, no doubt using their Malfoy connection to their advantage. It was obvious that some of those fools had only managed to lure a girl to the room because of their apparent closeness to Draco. It didn’t really matter; lots of people used the Malfoy name to get what they want. That’s just what happens. These people knew better than to make fun of Draco, they would never mock him for still being a virgin. They had too much to lose; any power they have is linked to the Malfoys and could easily be taken away. Any person heard making unfavourable comments would end up with a few extra bruises the next day. Yes, Draco was happy to let this little story spread. He was only waiting for a girl worthy of being with him. So what if the real reason is a bit different?
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Draco had known he was gay for a few years now, since he was 13. He never had a problem with it, being gay was just one part of him; one thing shouldn’t dictate how he lives the rest of his life. He just didn’t feel ready to tell other people though. Now here he was, 16 years old and with an attraction to the most unlikely of boys. He couldn’t believe it himself at first but, yeah, he had a thing for Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. One of fates sickest jokes brought about events that led to him having a crush on his most hated rival. The cruel irony of it was laughably enraging; the most twisted tragedy writer couldn’t have come up with a better plot. Yet, it had happened.
It had started at the end of last year, in the last few days of fifth year. He’d caught a glimpse of him in the showers after a quidditch game. OK maybe is was a bit more than a glimpse, so he stayed to watch, but he couldn’t tear himself away. He couldn’t even remember what he was doing in that locker room. He probably had a plan to cause the Gryffindors some grief. Whatever he had in mind was forgotten when saw the boy under the shower. Just the sight of Harry took his breath away, head under the shower, water running down his lean body, cock in his hand! Draco could only watch in awe as Harry stroked himself. He leant with his back against the wall letting the water flow over the front of his body. His head was tilted back; eyes closed and mouth open slightly. His tongue licked his lips sensually. One hand rubbed his chest while the other massaged his big thick dick. He gripped tight, hand sliding back and forth along the considerable length. Gradually his speed increased and his breathing became more erratic. Soon he was groaning madly, wanking painfully hard. He held his breath for a moment as he climaxed. His cock pulsed as the thick, white liquid shot out across the shower; most was caught by the falling water and washed away. He slumped a little, catching his breath. Soon afterwards he was dried dressed and gone. The sight of Harry pumping his impressive erection, the sound of the heavy breathing and seeing the thick ropes of cum shooting out of his cock would forever be in Draco’s memory. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Draco raced back to his dorm room. He threw open the door, leaped onto his bed and snapped the curtains shut. Thankfully no-one else was in the room. It took him a whole of three seconds to pull off all of his clothes. His cock was the hardest it had ever been, so hard it hurt. He wrapped his fingers round his shaft and wanked fast and hard. He couldn’t hold back the gasps and moans; it had never felt this good before. Images flashed through his mind. Harry with the water pouring over his skin. The hot cum firing out of Harry’s cock and landing on his own body. His own lips round his rival’s shaft, sucking hard and swallowing everything. Harry’s erection pushing against his virgin hole, forcing in and filling him completely. He roughly pushed his fingers into his ass, the thought of Harry doing just that filling his mind, the slight pain turning him on even more. He could feel Harry fucking him hard, his gorgeous cock sliding out then pounding back into him. He wanted to feel all this so badly, feel the boy inside him, feel the heat of the cum filling him, feel Harry’s lips on his, on his skin, round his cock. It was all over too soon. He screamed as the orgasm took over his body. He felt his seed land on his chest some on his face, much more than ever before. He collapsed, gasping for breath, thinking about what he saw in that locker room. With the image in his head it wasn’t long before he had to sort himself out again, and twice more that day.
Since that day his lust for Harry had grown and grown. He knew nothing would ever happen…it just wouldn’t. All he could do was taunt the boy, lure him into fights and arguments. The only way he could get close was to push him away, another of fates sick jokes.
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So let me know that you think. Even if you hate it, let me know. I can't be a good writer without accurate feedback from readers.
x-Fiend-x
Extended version: chaper 1
I don't own any of the characters or places mentioned, Warner Bros do.
I wrote this before HBP came out so it doesn't follow the story of the book at all and it never will.
_______________________________________________________
It was pretty well known that Draco Malfoy was a virgin. He didn’t care that people knew, in fact he often made sure they knew. When the subject came up he would tell them that “none of the girls in this school are good enough”. Everyone was content to believe this, after all why would Draco Malfoy want to dirty himself with common schoolgirls? Only a girl from a wealthy, powerful family would be good enough for him. Besides, why risk polluting the Malfoy line with inferior blood. Most of his roommates had managed to bed someone over the past couple of years, no doubt using their Malfoy connection to their advantage. It was obvious that some of those fools had only managed to lure a girl to the room because of their apparent closeness to Draco. It didn’t really matter; lots of people used the Malfoy name to get what they want. That’s just what happens. These people knew better than to make fun of Draco, they would never mock him for still being a virgin. They had too much to lose; any power they have is linked to the Malfoys and could easily be taken away. Any person heard making unfavourable comments would end up with a few extra bruises the next day. Yes, Draco was happy to let this little story spread. He was only waiting for a girl worthy of being with him. So what if the real reason is a bit different?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Draco had known he was gay for a few years now, since he was 13. He never had a problem with it, being gay was just one part of him; one thing shouldn’t dictate how he lives the rest of his life. He just didn’t feel ready to tell other people though. Now here he was, 16 years old and with an attraction to the most unlikely of boys. He couldn’t believe it himself at first but, yeah, he had a thing for Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. One of fates sickest jokes brought about events that led to him having a crush on his most hated rival. The cruel irony of it was laughably enraging; the most twisted tragedy writer couldn’t have come up with a better plot. Yet, it had happened.
It had started at the end of last year, in the last few days of fifth year. He’d caught a glimpse of him in the showers after a quidditch game. OK maybe is was a bit more than a glimpse, so he stayed to watch, but he couldn’t tear himself away. He couldn’t even remember what he was doing in that locker room. He probably had a plan to cause the Gryffindors some grief. Whatever he had in mind was forgotten when saw the boy under the shower. Just the sight of Harry took his breath away, head under the shower, water running down his lean body, cock in his hand! Draco could only watch in awe as Harry stroked himself. He leant with his back against the wall letting the water flow over the front of his body. His head was tilted back; eyes closed and mouth open slightly. His tongue licked his lips sensually. One hand rubbed his chest while the other massaged his big thick dick. He gripped tight, hand sliding back and forth along the considerable length. Gradually his speed increased and his breathing became more erratic. Soon he was groaning madly, wanking painfully hard. He held his breath for a moment as he climaxed. His cock pulsed as the thick, white liquid shot out across the shower; most was caught by the falling water and washed away. He slumped a little, catching his breath. Soon afterwards he was dried dressed and gone. The sight of Harry pumping his impressive erection, the sound of the heavy breathing and seeing the thick ropes of cum shooting out of his cock would forever be in Draco’s memory. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Draco raced back to his dorm room. He threw open the door, leaped onto his bed and snapped the curtains shut. Thankfully no-one else was in the room. It took him a whole of three seconds to pull off all of his clothes. His cock was the hardest it had ever been, so hard it hurt. He wrapped his fingers round his shaft and wanked fast and hard. He couldn’t hold back the gasps and moans; it had never felt this good before. Images flashed through his mind. Harry with the water pouring over his skin. The hot cum firing out of Harry’s cock and landing on his own body. His own lips round his rival’s shaft, sucking hard and swallowing everything. Harry’s erection pushing against his virgin hole, forcing in and filling him completely. He roughly pushed his fingers into his ass, the thought of Harry doing just that filling his mind, the slight pain turning him on even more. He could feel Harry fucking him hard, his gorgeous cock sliding out then pounding back into him. He wanted to feel all this so badly, feel the boy inside him, feel the heat of the cum filling him, feel Harry’s lips on his, on his skin, round his cock. It was all over too soon. He screamed as the orgasm took over his body. He felt his seed land on his chest some on his face, much more than ever before. He collapsed, gasping for breath, thinking about what he saw in that locker room. With the image in his head it wasn’t long before he had to sort himself out again, and twice more that day.
Since that day his lust for Harry had grown and grown. He knew nothing would ever happen…it just wouldn’t. All he could do was taunt the boy, lure him into fights and arguments. The only way he could get close was to push him away, another of fates sick jokes.
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
So let me know that you think. Even if you hate it, let me know. I can't be a good writer without accurate feedback from readers.
x-Fiend-x