Greeneyed Trouser Snake

1/23/07 - beta corrections. I need a new beta, anyone know of a willing victim?

A/N: To the reviewers thanks much but I don't believe I said this was a one off. LOL. Makeup sex will be forth coming....

Promise next chapter soon. This update is correcting a few gramatical issues...

Umm yeah so thanks vinty for reminding me how to spell straight.

12/11/06, well thanks to my new beta, all fiddly errors should be corrected, though if they are not I shall beat him with a wet noodle, though he might enjoy that.... :shifty:

12/12/06 OK kids someone explain what the aversion is to the title. *sobs*

12/15/06 Sorry I felt compelled to respond to this review:

Anon 2006-12-14 id # 3000061114
So... interesting little fic you have here. I really liked the first chapter. The part where Harry stripped at the party was too funny. Although I didn't like it that Harry was so passive and submissive. I read the second chapter and I have to say I didn't like it. I just can't enjoy fics with Harry as the bottom. Harry is the savior of the Wizarding World and dealer of death to Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time. A person like that just seems too masculine in my eyes to be submissive. Draco on the other hand, the vindictive, twisted, sly, deceptive, prissy to the extreme blond bombshell, fashion whore is a far better bottom than Harry. Bottom!Draco is just so much hotter than Bottom!Harry.

Then you kept referring to Harry being the smaller of the two. Harry is definitely bigger than Draco. Harry is a bit shorter with a stronger frame, where as Draco is tall and slim, looking more petit and maybe even fragile. *sigh* I guess the story was cute and very well written, but I just didn't enjoy it as much as I could have because you made Harry the submissive of the couple. Maybe next time you could write something with a dominate and possessive Harry?

~Kyle aka Masochistic Angel

Firstly, Anon, JK describes Harry as small for his age and scrawny. She does not describe Draco in such a fashion. Both Draco's parents are regal and tall, ergo, Draco would perhaps grow up to be so as well. So I see no problem with having Harry as the smaller of the two.

Second, I do not see Harry as submissive in the story. He certainly stands up to Draco and does not back down.

Third, sorry I know Harry defeated Voldemort but I thought, with regards to this story, that in the bedroom Harry might like to just be loved and not have to be in control. My thought is that Harry might like giving over control and just letting someone really love him. Just because Harry bottoms does not make him submissive and I certainly do not see where demanding Harry, and he is demanding, is being submissive at all. You seem to be under the impression that bottoming is submissive. Well fuck no!

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~Party to Catastrophe~


Draco Malfoy sat on the sofa, pouting. One leg crossed over the other, tapping his foot furiously. He was checking his watch every few seconds.

“Harry,” he shouted, “I know you like to make an entrance, love, but this is ridiculous,” he hissed.

Harry’s voice floated in from the other room. “Draco, it’s only nine-thirty; you said didn’t want to arrive before ten.”

Draco hissed audibly. He hated it when Harry was right. He hated waiting. He hated being ready first. He hated Hermione’s parties. But mostly he hated waiting. When he was ready everyone else should be as well. The problem was he could not blame Harry for his waiting problem tonight. It was entirely Draco’s own fault…

Draco had insisted on showering before Harry, which was his first mistake. Harry always showered first because he was done faster, leaving Draco to his usual lengthy shower. Thus instigating their first argument of the evening –

“Draco, if you aren’t out of the shower in five minutes I’m coming in and showering with you,” Harry said banging on the door.

“Shut it, Harry,” Draco yelled back.

Draco rolled his eyes as he heard more banging from the bedroom. Drawers and doors slamming and a very irritable voice mumbling things like ‘selfish git…. no hot water left…. I always shower first.’ Sighing Draco turned off the water, which had started to go cold anyway, and stepped out of the shower.

As Draco opened the bath door a very irate and naked Harry pushed past him into the steamy room and stepped into the shower. Draco held his breath.

“Buggering, bloody, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Harry screamed. “You fucking Ponce, there’s no hot water left!”

“I was not in the shower that long, Harry. You just need to turn up the hot water,” Draco said, stepping back in the room and reaching into the shower he turned the knob. Unfortunately he turned off the cold water completely.

“Bloody, fucking hell!” Harry squealed, soap flying. He pressed himself against the shower wall in an attempt to back away from the scalding water.

Draco, panicking, turned the knob completely in the opposite direction now showering his lover in frigid, cold water.

“DRACO, FUCK OFF, YOU BLOODY GIT!” Harry gasped. Moving for the knob, Harry stepped directly onto the soap that he dropped earlier when Draco had scalded him, sending Harry flying backward in the tub with a loud crash.

“FUCK!” Draco threw open the door to the shower to help a somewhat dazed Harry.

“Harry, I’m sorry, love,” he panted trying to reach in to help Harry up. Harry pushed and smacked Draco’s hands away.

“NO! BUGGER OFF!” Harry slapped at him, slowly lifting himself up. “BUGGER OFF!”

Draco sighed again looking at some very angry welts forming on Harry’s back and arms. “At least let me….”

“No, please, Draco,” Harry looked up at him a pained expression on his face, “please… just – just go away.”

Draco guiltily slunk into the bedroom.

‘Well,’ Draco thought, ‘that could have been worse.’ Though, he knew he might be paying for the shower later.

Of course as soon as he was in the bedroom he could feel the second argument already brewing. He crossed his arms, glaring from the bed to the bath, and waited for the shower to stop…

“Harry Potter, you are not going out with me wearing that!” he insisted, looking at the faded jeans and red cotton button-down. Draco could hear Harry’s strangled cry of frustration.

“Why?” Harry asked, looking around the door angry, confused and wet. “It’s only a New Year’s party at Ron and Hermione’s.”

“Because, Harry,” Draco snapped, “you have nicer clothes. Wear something that I bought you.”

Harry came into the bedroom and looked at his boyfriend. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “What’s wrong with what I picked out?”

“Faded jeans and an old raggedy top?” Draco said incredulously, “For once, Harry, wear something nice.”

Harry looked at Draco, he could tell that his lover was in one of ‘those’ moods and wanting to stave off yet another argument, he nodded his head. “Alright I’ll pick out something else.”

After forty minutes of pulling items of clothing out of his wardrobe, trying on some and having Draco haughtily reject each item; Harry was near tears with frustration.

“ENOUGH!” Harry finally bellowed, ripping what he felt had to be the millionth shirt he had tried on from Draco’s hands. Draco stared angrily back but before he could make a retort, Harry kissed him roughly with tears in his green eyes.

“Please go in the other room, Draco, and wait,” he said quietly. “Please just go away and let me get dressed.”

Draco could see that Harry had had enough and he really did hate to upset Harry. Draco also realised that he was being more then a bit of an arsehole. Reluctantly he left the bedroom.

So now Draco found himself ready first and waiting for Harry, with no one to blame but himself. His mood was blackening by the second.

Harry finally sauntered in and turned around slowly. Draco’s jaw dropped….

Harry looked gorgeous. He was wearing the emerald green silk tee and low cut leather trousers that Draco had bought him for Christmas. The trousers hugged his arse and hips so perfectly and the silk tee left nothing to the imagination as Harry’s toned chest was shown off magnificently.

Draco got up off the sofa and walked around Harry, stopping directly in front of Harry. He wanted to grab his boyfriend and shag him senseless. He also did not want to let Harry out of his sight. Draco Malfoy did not like to share and suddenly he did not want to share Harry at all. He wanted to stay home and shag all night long. This thought added to his black mood.

“I take it you approve?” Harry said smiling sweetly.

“YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THIS PARTY WEARING THAT!” Draco screamed.

Harry could not hide his hurt. He thought Draco would be happy with what he chose.

“What the fuck, Draco? You bought me this outfit for Christmas,” Harry said trying not to sound as self-conscious as he suddenly felt.

“Yes well that’s beside the point,” Draco hissed, “You cannot go out of this house looking like that!”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Harry whispered, unable to hide his embarrassment.

Draco looked at Harry, who was blushing and looking at his shoes. He realised he had given Harry the wrong impression. This only increased his anger as he never understood why Harry didn’t realise how utterly beautiful he truly was.

“Harry,” he began carefully, “You look – well….”

Harry’s eyes suddenly sparkled with hurt feelings; he turned away from Draco and began to retreat again to the bedroom. Draco reached out and grabbed Harry’s arm. “Look Harry you look far too sexy…” Draco blurted out.

Harry turned slowly and looked Draco square in the eyes. “You – are – joking,” he said quietly. “You used all the hot water, scalded me then froze me, tripped me up in the shower. You didn’t like the first outfit I picked out, rejected every thing in my closet. You asked me to wear something you bought me and now you are saying I look too good to go out?” Draco nodded, knowing full well exactly how ridiculous he was behaving.

“Draco,” Harry sighed, “it’s nearly ten. I am not changing again. Can we please just go?”

Draco shook his head. “No, Harry, you have to change. You can’t go to THIS party looking like THAT.”

“What the fuck, Draco?” Harry was not getting angry, but, more exasperated. Draco could see that he was being unreasonable but Draco was often unreasonable.

“I’m going to the party, Draco; you can come with me or not.” Harry started for the door when Draco grabbed him, spun him around and kissed him fiercely. Harry’s first reaction was surprise but as always where Draco’s passion was concerned he melted into his lover’s arms.

“Harry, please change your clothes.”

“NO! Damn it, Draco!”

“Harry, you cannot go looking like that. There will be people there.”

“That is the point of a party.”

“Yes, but there will be PEOPLE there.”

“Draco, get to the point.”

“Fine,” Draco hissed, “Blaise will be there and Ginny will be there and – and – and other people and I don’t fancy a night of keeping people from groping your sexy arse.”

Harry smiled slyly and looked up into Draco’s silver eyes. “Draco Malfoy, you know I only have eyes for you.” he purred.

“That’s not my point.” Draco kissed Harry’s lips gently. “I’m not worried about you, love.”

“Well then, my heart, let’s go,” Harry said kissing Draco back.

Harry pulled his lover closer to him, nuzzling his head into the taller man’s chest; he kissed Draco’s neck softly.

“The sooner we go to the party,” Harry nipped Draco’s neck, “the sooner we can come back here and make love.” He finished by scraping his teeth gently down Draco’s neck.

Harry stepped away from Draco, grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the door. Draco reluctantly followed Harry but resolved not to let Harry out of his sight for even a second the rest of the night.

The two wizards put on their winter cloaks, and Harry grabbed the housewarming gift he bought for his best friends; they left the flat.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. On the porch Draco saw Blaise Zabini. Blaise smiled at the two approaching wizards, but Draco only saw what he thought was Blaise ogling Harry. He sneered at his friend, wrapping his arm around Harry possessively, leaving Blaise somewhat confused.

Draco steered Harry right by everyone on the porch and he pushed Harry into the house. Harry was amused by Draco’s possessiveness so he allowed his overbearing partner his moment as they entered the house. Harry handed Draco the gift so he could remove his cloak.

“I think it’s chilly in here, Harry, you should keep that on,” Draco said trying to pull the cloak back over Harry’s shoulders. Harry slapped his hands away rolling his eyes.

“Stop it, right now, Draco.”

“Harry!” Hermione squealed rushing to great the pair, “You two are late.” She hugged them both tightly.

She stepped back looking at her friend. “Wow, Harry.” She twirled her finger for him to turn around. Spreading his arms he complied, smiling shyly.

“Christmas present from Draco,” Harry said blushing slightly. “What do you think?”

“Draco, you best keep your eyes on Harry tonight,” Hermione said approvingly.

“I intend to,” Draco growled. Harry kissed his boyfriend again if only to keep him from saying something inappropriate.

“Draco’s has nothing to worry about, Hermione,” he said quickly, reaching up to touch the taller man’s cheek. “I’m leaving with the one I came with.”

“Harry Potter, you look like a fucking Adonis,” a female voice chimed from behind Hermione and they were soon joined Ginny and Ron. Draco’s eyes were flashing dangerously.

Ron looked incredulously at his best friend. “What the hell are you wearing, Harry?”

“Oh, shut up, Ron,” Ginny chided, “Harry looks hot. Honestly your arse looks like butter in that, love,” she continued, reaching up to kiss Harry’s cheek.

“Yeah, yeah.” Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him away from the offending lips. Harry glanced back at his friends with a shrug and a look of “What can I do?”

“Draco, what’s the matter?’ Harry teased.

“I told you that wench would be all over your arse in those trousers. But would you listen no – no, of course not,” Draco argued.

Harry placed a finger over Draco’s mouth. “Can we please just enjoy the party?” he sighed.

‘This was going to be a long evening,’ Harry thought, as he dragged his boyfriend over to the drinks table. Perhaps if he plied Draco with some very strong libations, he could salvage the night. Harry thrust a very large tumbler of whiskey into Draco’s hand.

“Drink up, lover. If you behave for the rest of the evening I might let you shag me later.”

Draco’s eyebrow cocked as he accepted the drink. “Might?”

“Well,” Harry scolded quietly, leaning very close to Draco’s ear, “you have not exactly been behaving thus far, Draco, darling.” Harry gently kissed his cheek. “I’m so far not inclined to have your prick shoved up my bum at the moment,” he whispered huskily. “My tight, hot arse,” he breathed, licking the shell of Draco’s ear.

Draco’s eyes widened as he licked his lips. “Tight, hot….” he repeated.

Harry sucked Draco’s earlobe into his mouth applying just the right amount of pressure then letting it slide slowly out from between his lips. “Mmmm, my tight, hot arse, with your throbbing, swollen, gorgeous cock shoved up so far inside me I can’t speak.” His breath tickled Draco’s ear.

“Good Merlin, Harry.” Draco turned and smothered Harry’s mouth with his greedily.

“Hey, get a room,” Blaise Zabini interrupted smiling as he walked toward the two lovers.

Harry heard Draco’s sharp intake of breath and squeezed his hand whispering, “Be nice, lover.” They both turned, Draco pasting a grin to his face, to greet the former Slytherin.

“Blaise, Happy New Year.” Harry beamed.

“Same to you, Harry. Draco.”

Draco gulped down his drink in one go and shook the glass at Harry, who promptly refilled it.

“Planning on getting pissed tonight, Draco?” Blaise asked.

“What if I am?” Draco said hotly as Harry reached behind him and pinched his arse cheek.

“Ah, I see. In one of those moods tonight,” Blaise sighed. “Honestly, Harry, how do you put up with this moody bugger?”

“He’s not so bad, Blaise,” Harry teased, squeezing Draco’s butt and gliding his hand across, dipping dangerously close to his lover’s balls. Draco sucked in another breath and took another healthy swig from his glass.

“I know what you’re up to, Potter,” Draco said. “Don’t think you can distract me that easily.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, as he crossed his arms in front of himself, glaring right back at Draco. “Really?”

“Yes really,” Draco mocked Harry.

“Blaise, would you care to dance?” Harry said turning to Draco’s friend.

“Sure, Harry,” Blaise agreed taking Harry’s hand and turning to wink at his Slytherin brother.

Draco seethed as he watched Harry dancing. He watched Harry dance with Blaise, then Hermione, then some guy he did not know, then Ginny, then Hermione and Ginny then Blaise again. Finally after much too much whiskey in a short span of time Draco had had enough –

Harry was dancing with another man that Draco only vaguely remembered from somewhere, when said strange man grabbed his boyfriend’s arse and attempted to plunge his hand down the front of Harry’s trousers, Draco’s trousers; THE trousers, trousers that Draco had carefully chosen just for Harry. The perverted wanker was trying to shove his hand down his Harry’s trousers for a grope. Draco Malfoy didn’t like to share. Draco Malfoy saw red.

Harry had pushed the man away but the man was obviously not taking no for an answer. Seething with rage, Draco slammed his glass down and stormed over to his mate. His mind teaming with, ‘I told you so’s.’

“What in the Seven Hells do you think you are doing?” Draco drawled, pulling the man away from Harry.

“Fuck off!” was the prompt reply.

“Draco, it’s alright let’s just …”

Harry had grabbed Draco’s arm to lead him off to a corner.

“NO!” Draco pulled his arm away. “It’s not alright, Harry,” he hissed.

Draco turned toward the offender shouting, “THAT’S MY BLOODY LOVER YOU ARE MOLESTING. YOU BLOODY PRICK. THAT’S MY BLOODY PIECE OF ARSE YOU GRABBED.” To illustrate his point he roughly grabbed Harry’s arse. “THAT’S MY LEATHER TROUSERED; TO SEXY FOR HIS OWN FUCKING GOOD, WANKER OF A BOYFRIEND, YOU BLOODY PERVERTED ARSEHOLE!” Draco shouted as the music stopped. “AND IF ANYONE IS GOING TO GROPE HIM THEN IT WILL BE ME!” he screeched placing his hand roughly on Harry’s crotch.

“I didn’t see him complaining,” the man shouted back.

“You didn’t?” Draco snarled. “Well let me clarify Mr. Potter’s position for you.”

Draco reached back and punched the man in the face with all the strength he could muster, sending the man falling into the crowd. Draco, however, was not through with his tirade. As the music silenced, the party goers all stopped anything they were doing to watch the commotion in the middle of the room.

Draco turned suddenly on Harry wagging his finger in Harry’s face. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO WEAR THIS,” he said grabbing the smaller man by the shirt and shaking him, “AND THOSE TROUSERS. I TOLD YOU SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. YOU BLOODY FUCKING IDIOT,” he blasted at Harry. “I TOLD YOU BUT YOU WOULDN’T LISTEN TO ME. WOULD YOU? NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE. RUINED THIS PARTY, THAT’S WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU AND YOUR BLOODY, FUCKING SEXY-ARSED SELF AND THOSE BLOODY, FUCKING TROUSERS!”

Harry pulled himself free of Draco.

“Are you through?” Harry asked quietly.

“NO I’M BLOODY WELL NOT THROUGH!” Draco hollered. “I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME. FUCK’S SAKE, I COULD BLOODY WELL BE SHAGGING YOU THROUGH THE BED NOW. BUT NO, HERE WE ARE AND I TOLD YOU THAT PEOPLE WOULD BE HERE GROPING YOU. YOU FUCKING TART!” Draco finally stopped shouting, breathing heavily.

“You don’t like this shirt?” Harry said fixing Draco with a steely stare.

Draco swallowed hard, recognising that look in Harry’s eyes. But he nodded anyway.

Harry promptly removed the shirt throwing it at Draco.

“You don’t like these trousers?” Draco nodded again eyes wide. Harry toed off his shoes and removed his socks then unbuttoned his trousers.

“HARRY, DON’T YOU DARE!” Draco bellowed.

Harry looked up at his boyfriend, his green eyes fixed on Draco’s grey eyes determinedly. He yanked down the zipper and pulled off the trousers throwing them at Draco.

“Anything else you don’t like, lover?” Harry spat.

Draco stood dumbfounded for a second or two, glancing up and down at his nearly naked lover. They were both standing in the centre of the crowd, Harry in nothing but a pair of black silk boxers. Boxers, that Draco had also bought him for Christmas. But Draco could see nothing but Harry. His beautiful green-eyed lover, nearly naked standing in front of him looking far too sexy then he had a right to. Draco had a feeling that this was not the right time or place but his cock was now twitching madly in its own tight confines…

“I gave you those too,” he groaned longingly, pointing at Harry’s last remnant of clothing, licking his lips hungrily.

Harry glared at Draco for a moment.

“Fine,” he said, “fine.” He reached up and pulled his boxers down. Stepping out of them, he picked up the silky shorts and threw them at Draco.

Harry then took hold of the front of Draco’s shirt pulled him close, kissed him roughly and then he turned abruptly shoving his way, naked, through the crowd.

“WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING!” Draco shouted after him.

Draco seemed to realise for the first time in many moments, he was not alone. He looked around at all the faces glaring at him. Finally his eyes rested on Hermione.

“Well, Draco Malfoy, I do hope YOU are satisfied,” she said angrily.

“No, Granger, can’t say I am, but I’ll owl you tomorrow and let you know,” Draco said as he took off after his nude lover.