Falling from a Tree

Disclaimer: Contains hot boy/boy sex. And lots of dirty talk. Yummy yum. Heed warnings!

A/N: This story was inspired by a fan art I saw at the Hex files sight. And this is not post war, but is post sixth year. I’m not going to go into specifics, because this is just a one shot and I’m not going to continue it. Unless I get a lot of great reviews. But otherwise this is it. And it hasn’t been beta’d, so sorry about any grammar mistakes or what have you.

Enjoy!
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Falling from a Tree.

“Harry are you sure this is a good idea?” asked a winded Hermione as she and Ron briskly followed Harry. He was rushing down a random path through the trees of the forbidden forest. It was still early in the year and trees still held their leaves. The grass was still green and lush, but none of this mattered to the raven haired Gryffindor.

“Of course it is ‘Mione,” answered Harry distractedly as he scanned the trees for other bodies. He had it on good confidence that a certain Slytherin was going to be out here. And that they’d be meeting with someone about something important. Well it did sound a little sketchy when said like that, but that never deterred Harry’s resolve before!

“But what if…what if he sees us? What if-”

“What if, what if, what if! Look I’m here now, and I’m gonna find out what Malfoy’s up to! Okay?”

“Oh Harry! Honestly! You’re still on about that! Come on, Ron, back me up will you?” Ron shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pocket.

“Harry, mate, I hate to say this, but Hermione is right. Malfoy was pardoned. Couldn’t you just let it go?” asked Ron apprehensively. Harry stopped in his tracks and spun around at his friends.

“Let it go? Let it go?! I’ll never let it go. Malfoy is up to something. He always is. And this time I’m going to stop him.”

“Merlin, he’s bordering on obsessive,” muttered Ron into Hermione’s ear. She simply giggled and they both tried to keep up. A few minutes later Harry stopped again and scanned the trees again, straining his ears for sounds of other people.

“I’m not obsessive,” Harry said as he parted a bush carefully.

“Right,” said Ron skeptically.

“I’m not. All right you two stay here. My source said that Malfoy would meet up with this important person in that thicket, so I’m gonna climb up in a tree and wait,” said Harry as he turned and continued on.

Hermione couldn’t believe Harry’s ballsy attitude. Honestly! Making them stay behind. She supposed it would be easier to hide just one person rather then three. She had to be proud of one thing. When Harry finally graduated, he would be one hell of an Auror.

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Harry chose a nice sturdy oak and climbed the limbs with surprising ease, despite never having really climbed trees as a youngster. He found a thick limb that would hold his weight (not that there was much of that to speak of) and settled in. He didn’t have to wait long. Malfoy came from the opposite direction he came from and stopped in the middle of the clearing. He paced nervously. Obviously, this was something he wasn’t too happy to be doing. Soon the sound of approaching foot fall made Malfoy spin around with his wand drawn.

What Harry saw made him very confused indeed. Blaise Zabini strutted up to the blonde, nonplussed with Malfoy’s theatrics. The Italian begun to speak but Harry couldn’t hear. He laid face down on the limb, trying not to disturb it more then necessary, and scooted closer to the end. He let his head fall over the branch so he could hear their conversation.

‘Well at least it’s not a death eater, or worse, Voldermort,’ thought Harry in relief. Soon the sounds of the two Slytherin’s voices were lifted into the air and to Harry’s ears.

“Come on Draco. I’ve been your friend for some time now. You have to make a decision. Are you going to follow the Dark Lord, or are you going to follow us?” asked Blaise. Draco raked his hand through his hair and began to pace again.

“I don’t know! I don’t want anything to do with that slimy snake. But…they won’t take me. I’ve done nothing to deserve their trust, or respect, least of all their kindness. If I even tried to defect to the Light, I might be rejected. I have no place, Blaise. I’m neutral now.”

“Bollocks! I know for a fact that they would take you! They’ve taken us! Me, Pansy, Gregory and Vincent, though they don’t help with much, Theodore, everyone! I know for a fact that they’d have you too if you’d just put aside that ghastly pride and ask!”

At this point Harry wasn’t sure if he was hearing the conversation right. Maybe choosing to sit in a tree wasn’t such a great idea. Harry was beginning to wish he had some tricks from the twins to help aid his hearing.

“How can you stand there and be so sure that the Order would take me in. Potter would have an absolute fit! He’d kill me! He still thinks that I’m up to no good. And Weasley! Merlin, Harry would have to wait in line for Weasley to be done with me. No I-”

“Draco! Don’t be like this, my friend. Look, I’ll talk to Granger myself. I’m sure I can talk some sense into her, and she in turn can convince Potter and Weasley to let you have sanctuary. I don’t want to see you dead. And the Dark Lord is surely going to come after you.” Draco stopped his pacing and clutched at his chest. Harry was certain that the thought of dealing with Voldermort any more than what was necessary scared the living shit out of Malfoy. Soon Malfoy was nodding his head in agreement with Blaise and speaking again.

“You’re right, Blaise. I suppose I must pick a side. It wouldn’t do any good to be complacent. I’ll talk to Potter myself.” With that Blaise hugged the blonde and thumped him soundly on the back, smiling warmly at his friend before walking off, leaving Malfoy and Harry alone in the clearing.

‘So the Slytherins know about the Order of the Phoenix. And the seventh years have all defected to the Light. Weird. And now Malfoy wants to talk to me, of all people, about defecting as well. Great. This wasn’t what I was expecting at all. And why didn’t anyone tell me that the Slytherins had changed their allegiance.’ While Harry sat at the end of the tree limb, his mind going a mile a minute, he never noticed the limb slowly bending under his weight. It wasn’t until the limb finally snapped that he realized something was wrong.

“Shit!”

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Malfoy stood in the clearing after Blaise left him. He had a lot to think about, especially since he promised his friend that he would talk to Potter about switching sides in the war. But thinking in the warm air was always tedious, so he turned to walk back to the castle. He made it only two paces before he heard a tree limb snap above him. There was a shout of surprise, and a shower of leaves and twigs, and then a mass of something heavy and black toppled him to the ground.

“Oof!”

Malfoy lay flat on his back catching his breath. If he hadn’t known any better he’d think that someone fell out of the tree. All he could see was black. When he untangled himself from the person, they were sure to get a word or two!

“Ow, bloody hell. Fucking tree!”

He recognized that voice.

“Potter!” shouted the Slytherin in surprise. The black mass that was moving to untangle himself from their school robe froze, and then struggled in a frenzy to remove the blasted robe from his head. With the robe finally out of the way, Malfoy was face to face with his enemy. Well not really enemy, but what else was he to call Potter?

Malfoy took in the appearance of his “enemy” and noticed that he was blushing like mad, and his glasses were terribly askew. He was spewing apologies left and right. It was almost too cute.

“I-I’m sorry, Malfoy. I d-didn’t mean to …um…Ah! (he caught his foot on the front edge of his robe and fell down on top of the blonde even more) I’m…erm…I fell from the…from the-”

“From the tree. I noticed.” It was getting hard to concentrate as Potter continued to untangle himself from his robes. All the movement caused a friction that was enflaming an uncomfortable awakening in Malfoy’s trousers. This was odd to him. The idea of Harry-bloody-Potter making him hard was unthinkable and inconceivable. But here Potter was struggling to get off- er…up! - get up and he was getting harder by the minute. Surely Potter would notice any minute!

Probably not.

Either way Potter needed to stop moving.

“Potter.”

“Yeah,” Harry answered as his head snapped up to meet Malfoy’s gaze. He looked flushed and just a bit annoyed.

“Stop moving. Now,” stated the blonde as coolly as he could manage. Harry nodded mutely, wondering why Malfoy wasn’t screaming at him to get off- er…up! - get up.

Harry watched as Malfoy begun to sweep leaves off his robes, and then as his eyes made there way back up to his own, Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. He never realized how beautiful the Slytherin’s eyes were. They weren’t just gray, but a lovely blue-gray, like a cadet blue. He remembered a time when the Dursley’s had given them a rejected box of crayons that Dudley didn’t want any more. It had a color called Cadet Blue in it, and that was the color he was staring at right now.

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the Gryffindor as he studied his face. It was unnerving that Potter was looking at him like he had just noticed him for the first time, and did nothing to help is arousal.

“Why were you in a tree anyway, Potter?” asked the blonde suddenly, not sure if he wanted to know.

Harry gulped audibly, not knowing if he should tell the truth or not. Then again what could he say? ‘Oh I was bored so a decided a bit of tree climb would be fun.’ Yeah right. The truth it is then.

“I…uh…was…spying.” Harry said the last word so quietly that Malfoy was unsure of what he said. He cocked an elegant eyebrow. Harry noticed this and gulped again and said his last statement a little louder. “I was spying…on you.”

“Why?”

“Someone told me that you were going to be out here. That you had some business with someone important. I suppose my mind jumped the gun and thought that you had business with a death eater,” Harry paused to gauge Malfoy’s reaction, and, upon noticing his apparent annoyance, quickly added, “I’m sorry. I should know by now that you aren’t like that. Especially after the conversation I overheard. I’m really sorry.”

At least Potter had the sense to look terribly guilty. Oh well. Malfoy was used to being treated like this. He noticed that Potter was still in his lap and fiddling with the end of his robe. He was really adorable, sexy even, when he was all innocent and pouty. ‘Oh hell! I’m probably going to regret this but, like I give a shit,’ thought Malfoy.

“It’s all right Potter. I don’t blame you. I guess now would be a good time to tell you that I don’t hate you. You irritate me, and make me jealous, but I don’t hate you.”

“What?! How could you-”

“Hating takes up too much energy. Besides, how could I hate someone that looks so incredibly adorable?”

Harry blushed ten shades redder (if that’s even possible) at that comment. ‘Malfoy thinks I’m adorable? The world must be coming to an end! Either that or I’m dreaming!’

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Malfoy’s warm hand caress his cheek. That’s when he realized that their faces were mere centimeters apart, and he could feel the blonde’s warm breath against his lips. Malfoy’s hand slid around to the back of his head, and pulled Harry the rest of the distance to his lips.

Harry could taste the distinct flavor of treacle tart and pumpkin juice, and a little pumpkin pasty, and could barley hold in his moan. Even though this was Malfoy, and even though he could be a slimy git, Harry couldn’t help but feel hot all over at the thought that the hottest bloke in school was kissing him. The kiss was gentle, but at the same time demanding as Malfoy moved his mouth over Harry’s insistently, wishing for Harry to open his mouth and let him in.

Malfoy licked tenderly at Harry’s lips, and soon the raven haired boy parted his lips slightly. Malfoy let his tongue slither into Harry’s warm, wet mouth, groaning appreciatively at the Gryffindor’s cooperation. He never thought he would be kissing Harry Potter of all people, but now that he was he wished he had started a long time ago. All those rumors of Potter being a terrible kisser were bollocks. Potter kissed better then half the school!

Harry could feel Malfoy’s tongue slide between his lips trying to coax his own tongue to play along. He wasn’t too sure of kissing with tongue because he had never been good at it. At least that’s what he thought, seeing as Cho Chang cried when they kissed, and Ginny finally told him flat out that he stunk at it. But right now Malfoy seemed to be enjoying himself, so finally Harry moved his tongue back against Malfoy’s and gauged his reaction.

The blonde whimpered pathetically, moved his hand into Harry’s hair and angled his head so he could better plunder the mouth that was fast making him dizzy. Harry’s mouth tasted sweetly of his toothpaste; like mint and vanilla.

Soon enough the need for oxygen broke them apart, and they panted hard as they stared at each other. Malfoy’s hand again slid back down to Harry’s cheek and he could feel the heat of the blush.

“Malfoy. What’re we-”

“I don’t know but I like it.” And with that crashed his lips back into Harry’s. Malfoy swiftly flipped them over, quickly settling on top of Harry, never breaking the kiss.

Harry’s hands instantly found their way into Malfoy’s flaxen hair. One hand slid down the Slytherin’s spine, making him tremble and goose bumps to break out over his skin, despite the warm weather.

“Merlin Potter! You have no idea what you do to me,” Malfoy whispered hotly in Harry’s ear. Harry chuckled and moved his hand down to Malfoy’s perfect pert arse and squeezed it lewdly.

The blonde’s eyes rolled back into his head and the knee jerk reaction to grind his hips over-rode all else. Harry moaned throatily at the feel of Malfoy’s cock grind against his own, making a sparking sensation blaze throughout his entire nervous system. It was the most intense thing he’d ever felt, and soon his other hand joined the other to grip Malfoy’s arse, pushing his hips down while he lifted his own hips up to meet in the middle.

“Ahh! Potter…oh god…I-” Malfoy moaned into Harry’s shoulder

“Yes! Dr-Draco…FUCK! Sooo good…” Malfoy cried out at the sound of his first name tumbling from Potter’s lips. It sounded absolutely brilliant coming from that mouth. Not to mention the feel of Potter’s cock grinding on his own.

Draco quickly untangled himself from his soon to be lover and grabbed his wand from his inside pocket. He waved his hand and soon both boys were as naked as the day they were born. Harry felt totally exposed; he’d never done this with anyone, let alone a boy. He knew he liked boys, but he wanted to work up to that. He supposed that idea was shot to hell. No matter-Malfoy was here and he was here and they were naked. He might as well enjoy himself.

“A little anxious Malfoy?” Harry asked amusedly as Draco peppered his neck and jaw with hungry kisses and nips.

“Call me Draco,” he said moving down slowly, laving the golden skin sensually. Harry nodded his head, not sure he trusted his voice all of sudden. Draco moved down to one of Harry’s peach nipples, and then to the other, causing the raven haired boy to gasp at the feel of the blonde’s hot mouth. As Draco left the nipples behind the cool air caused Harry to arch up into him, sending their arousals into each other hard, making them both tremble and groan lustfully.

Draco wasn’t sure if he could last much longer. He never thought in a million years that foreplay would make him so ready! Especially foreplay with Harry Potter! But he was sure this would end far sooner then he wanted. If he wasn’t so keen on tasting Potter’s cock, he would just get on with it. All too soon Harry’s cock was in sight, and before he engulfed it with his ready mouth, he took in the sight of Potter’s body under him.

Harry’s stomach was flat and draped in hidden muscle, while his lean chest glistened with the combination of both sweat and saliva, and as one hand fisted the grass, the other was petting Draco’s own sweat soaked hair, urging him to continue. Harry’s eyes locked with Draco’s. The pupils were dilated and shone with lust. He wanted this as much as Draco did. And his next words confirmed it.

“Please,” Harry panted, “please, Draco. I need it…your mouth…please…”

Draco could feel himself grow harder at the sound of Harry Potter begging for his mouth. He didn’t waste anymore time and plunged hungrily over Harry’s dripping cock. It wasn’t all that unpleasant. Actually Harry seemed to be the sweetest, un-bitter tasting bloke he ever sucked off.

“Ooh! *hiss* yesss! Oh Merlin, Draco…so fucking good. Aaah…” Draco growled around Harry’s cock at the sound of his dirty talk. It went straight to his own unattended cock and he knew that he would need to get on soon or he would cum at the sight of Potter alone. He lifted his mouth off of Harry’s cock with a lewd pop.

Harry whimpered at the loss of Draco’s warm wet mouth, but gasped instead when he felt Draco’s tongue at his tiny entrance. He squirmed at the thought of Draco’s mouth down there, not sure if he liked the idea or not. Then the thought left his head as Draco spread the cheeks more and drove his tongue past the tight muscle. Harry thought he would come from just the feel of this.

“Draco! Hurry! I-” Harry cried out. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on.

Draco removed his tongue knowing Harry was ready. He gently thrust a slim finger in and out, soon adding another, stretching as fast and as gently as he could.

“Ready…I’m ready…please Draco, I need you…”

Draco grabbed his wand and soon he was coated with warming lube. He crawled back up the length of Harry’s body, aligning his cock with Harry’s ready entrance, and placed a tender kiss to his new lover’s beautiful lips. Just before thrusting in he whispered, “Brace yourself, Harry. This’ll be uncomfortable for you.”

Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Draco’s shoulders, and, as he pushed in steadily, Harry tried very hard not to clench up or cry out. Draco place a gently kiss on the side of his neck, whispering reassurances into his ear. Soon enough Draco was all the way up to the hilt, and Harry felt full; too full. He resisted the urge to push out the intrusion, and sat still so he could adjust. It burned at first, despite the lube, but soon the fire turned into a warm tingle, and he suspected that was the magical lube at work.

Draco shifted restlessly, and when Harry gasped and whimpered lightly, he knew he was ready to go. And what he said next confirmed it.

“Move…fuck me, Draco, please,” Harry pleaded wantonly.

“Oh fuck,” Draco murmured desperately as he thrust slowly. A wonderful tremble ran down his spine at the feel of Harry’s tight arse. ‘He must be a virgin!’ he thought suddenly. He jerked at the thought of taking Potter’s virginity. It turned him on more then he thought it ever would. Harry cried out at the sudden movement and Draco knew he hit Harry’s prostate.

“Oh fuck yes! There…what ever that was…it felt fucking fabulous” Harry panted as Draco tried to find it again.

“It was your prostate, Harry,” Draco stated off-handedly. He knew he found it again as Harry gasped and wrapped his legs around his waist and dug his heels into Draco’s arse. That ultimately changed the angle of the Slytherin’s thrusts and Draco was now hitting it on every thrust.

Harry groaned loudly as Draco battered that spot in him that made him see stars and feel like he would black out at the same time. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer as warmth spread through him, originating from his groin. He raked his hands through Draco’s hair and brought their lips back together, wanting more then anything for this to last forever.

“Harry, I’ve got a cramp. Gotta slow down.” Harry chuckled. ‘Guess I’ll just have to take over then,’ he thought amusedly.

“Lay back. I’ll take over,” he stated firmly, already pushing them over so that he was on top again. Draco winced as the cramp in his thigh stretched tight. Harry rubbed the muscle for his new lover and slide up and down slowly until Draco’s head fell back and his eyes rolled back into his head again. Harry found that that turned him on, as weird as it was.

“Harry…talk to me,” asked a winded Draco. Harry wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about, but then he added, “Talk dirty. It turns me on.”

Harry smirked. What a pervert. But nonetheless complied, “Do you like my arse, Draco? Does fucking me make you want to blow your wad? ‘Cuz it does for me.”

“Oh fuck yeah. More. Talk nasty.”

Harry picked up the pace as he thrust up and down on Draco’s hot, hard cock. “Yes! Fuck me Draco! Make me cum! Oh Gods!! Yes!!”

“Oh Merlin! I’m gonna-gonna cum! Harry!” Draco grasped Harry’s hip with one hand to guide him faster over his cock, while the other hand grabbed Harry’s weeping cock and pumped in time with his thrusting.

Harry cried out at the added feeling of Draco’s hand squeezing and pumping on his cock. “Yes Draco! Cum with me! *gasp* Cum hard in me! Oh fuck…I…Draco make…me…cum…oh please!! Please!! YES! OH YES RIGHT THERE!!!”

Harry shouts were the end of the line for the blonde. He couldn’t hold back any longer and soon did as Harry asked, cumming hard and long inside his arse, shouting a broken version of Harry’s name to the sky.

Harry felt Draco’s white hot cum flood his arse and knew it was all over. Seconds later he joined his lover in searing bliss, shooting his own sticky hot cum all over his and Draco’s chests, groaning and whimpering pitifully as Draco’s name spilled from his lips like a mantra.

With pounding hearts and burning lungs, Harry collapsed atop Draco as they both tried to fall slowly back to terrafirma. Harry draped himself lazily over the pale Slytherin and nuzzled his nose in the crook of his neck.

It was a few minutes until either could gather enough brain capacity to say anything. Draco was the first to speak.

“Wow,” he said quietly as he continued to catch his breath.

“Yeah. Maybe I should climb trees more often.”

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Unbeknownst to the two new lovers, they’d been seen. And the two voyeurs, none other then the forgotten Ron and Hermione, were high-tailing back to the castle.

“Hermione?”

“I know Ron! I saw! Honestly. It’s about damn time too. Everyone else saw this coming but them!” said Hermione matter-of-factly. She turned to Ron and she laughed out loud at the look on his face. She thought that he’d be green in the face, at seeing two blokes shagging but instead he was almost as red as his hair. “Ron, are you alright?” she asked concerned.

As the two walked through the entrance hall doors, Hermione was pulled into a side closet and out of sight. If anyone were to pass by, and pay close attention, they could hear sounds of passion coming from the closet.

I guess the day produced two new sets of lovers!

The End

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Wow that was hot! I guess I needed to write this!

BTW, those of you who are fans of my other story Harry Comes Home don’t worry. I will finish it. It just might take awhile. It seems to have lost its fun and appeal. But I will get it done. I promise.

N-E-Way, Please review! I love seeing if you guys liked my stories. I don’t do one shots very often. But they seem to be getting easier. And if you want me to do more for this story, you’ll have to beg really hard. Review, review, review!

Much love,
HarrynDracos_Melissa