Good Heaven

Name: Good Heaven
Author: Aiatar

A/N: I’m excited! My first translation... I didn’t use beta, but I hope that doesn’t bother you much. I have read this all over and over and over again, and I think I can’t see my mistakes anymore.

Um, so, my mothertongue is NOT English. I think you noticed that already.

The original one, Häiriintynyt, is published in Finfanfun by me (Desiré there). This is little edited.


GOOD HEAVEN

Harry’s PoV

I feel so fucked up. Everything stinks. Why does Hermione have to argue with everything, why does Ron have red hair and where did Malfoy get all that shit in his head? Bloody annoying. Why do I have to feel so... angsty today? And why I’m asking all these questions? I’m bored.

Well, I am quite crazy, you know, I’m wandering around Hogwarts... Where am I actually going? Prefects bathroom sounds nice, I know the password and all (I’m a quidditch captain, remember?).

Fuck, I don’t want to go there. All those foams are so queerish anyway. I mean, I don’t want to go back Gryffindor tower smelling like roses and lavender!

Ok, so why am I standing in front of the bathroom?
“Camomiletea.”
Did I just say the password? Guess I did. But I wasn’t even going there...! Oh, what the heck, if I got here, I’m going.

Wait a minute! Clothes? Black robe, jeans, green t-shirt, oh hell, boxers! I shouldn’t have come here. Here’s already somebody, and I don’t want to interrupt him. Ok, I’m leaving... now, leaving... NO! I’m too curious. I just have to take a look. Some guy having a bath... Grr.

And why I’m hitting myself?! Stop right know young mister! Why on Earth I want to see a boy in a bath?! Like, I’m not gay or anything! I’m... I’m bi, ok? Yeah, bi that is. I still like to fuck gu... I mean, girls. I liked Cho, I’ve snogged Ginny, and now I want to see that guy! No problem, eh?

I wonder who he is. I hope he’s someone sexy, like Cedric Diggory... Oh, but he’s dead. Shit. Ron would be nice, too, if he wasn’t so tall and my best friend. Seamus would be good, he has nice blond hair. Or, or Zacharias Smith! He’s a hottie, but he’s such an ass. But I would do him once... And that hitting-reflex. What bad have I done this time? Just little fantasy about Smith naked – OUCH! That fucking hurt, Harry!

There he is. Hm. Blond hair, I like that. Blonds have more fun... I guess. Maybe he IS Smith! No... Smith isn’t that blond. He’s hair is more yellowish, like wheat.

I wish I could see the guys face. I see only his back... Yam, it looks delicious. That kind of back I would like to lick. Thin, but muscular... Mmmm... And again, Harry, please stop hitting! Me no like that. STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! It’s not wrong to think that he has a fucking sexy back.

Who the hell is he? I’d like to know whose back I’m staring. I bet I’m drooling... Yep. I am. Shite.

”What the fuck?! POTTER!”
I startle. I’d recognize that voice anywhere... Fucking Malfoy! So I was watching Malfoy’s back? Holy flying chicken and Merlin with it! I think I’m going to faint! What a shock!

But he does look quite shaggable, don’t you think? Oh yeah, fucking amazing... WHY-IN-THE-NAME-OF-MERLIN-I-AM-SLAPPING-MYSELF?! No wonder Malfoy looks at me like that.

“Go away, you public nuisance!” Malfoy snorts.
Public nuisance? Public nuisance?! I shoud save the world, and he’s calling me a public nuisance? Give me a break!
“I came here to have a bath,” I say calmly.
Oh, really, I did?

Malfoy is actually really nice. I mean physically. Mentally he’s just one slimy git, who doesn’t think anyone else than himself. Oh well, I would be pretty selfish too, if I had that kind of body... Soft, platinum blond hair, milky skin, slim but muscular body, and oh that arse... Yeah, I would be so selfish!
“Potter!”

I guess I was staring Malfoy a bit too lustfully. Well, he looks kind of paniced and bothered. My mouth must be open. Oh yeah, it is. I think I could close it... Malfoy seems to be scared. Am I so scary? Of course I am, I’m staring at him like he’s the last person in the world! Oh, but I wouldn’t mind that...
Malfoy notices that I’m thinking about his expressions and chaces the I’m-fucking-annoying-beat-the-shit-out-of-me –grin back to his face.
“Get lost,” the blond says.

I smile. Get Lost? Why would I do that? I don’t want an stupid island in the middle of nowhere... Oh, he didn’t mean that.
But, I was going to take a bath, so I’m doing it! Malfoy is not going to stop me! Actually, it would be nice if he stayed. Like he would do anything to me. I saw his wand lying on the floor. He couldn’t curse me.

Hmm. How did I get into this tub? Well I did take my clothes off... Did I leave my boxers on? Yes, thank Merlin. Water is warm... and PINK? Oh flying Toyota, Malfoy likes pink foam?! So he’s queer! Hah! I knew it! Malfoy is gay! I should have guessed it. But hey, can really pink foam make a guy gay? Hmm. I think I have to ask it from Malfoy.

“Just go!” Malfoy exclaimes.
What’s with him? He looks like a hysterical girl. And why does he want me to go away? Did I interrupted something? Oh... I guess I did. I smile sheeply. Malfoy firstly looks at me oddly, but then changes the look more threatening.
“Go away, Potter, or I’ll...” he starts.
“Or you what?” I ask.
Malfoy is frustrated, I can see that. He strikes the air and presses his lips thightly together. That was a quite moment what I interrupted.

“I’ll... I’ll... or I’ll...” Malfoy stammers.
He looks so paniced and confused. Of course, I would look the same too if Malfoy did this to me. I swim closer to him, but he doesn’t move a muscle. I think he thinks that I’m going to beat him up. Why would I? He’s too gorgeus to be beaten... yet. I notice that I’m very close to him. Too close. Malfoy gulps. We are really close each other, cheast to cheast. Malfoy tries to avoid my eyes, but I don’t care. He feels so soft... Why did I hate him? Oh, yes, he’s an arrogant git, whose life task is to make my life a living hell.

“Potter. Out. Now!” Malfoy roars.
If he really had wanted me to go away, he would’ve bounched me already. He would never let me this close. He turns his cold, grey eyes to look straight into my emerald green eyes. We stare each other for a minute. Malfoys breathing is heavy. Why would he be like this, if he doesn’t like me here? He looks turned on just by looking at me! I wonder what would happen if I touched him? I think he would come immediately, hell, he looks like that! God, his eyes are just screaming of lust. I lean closer.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper to him

Malfoy heaves a deep sigh, I think it’s because I’m breathing to his ear. That’s the last drop. I was so turned on just when I saw Malfoy naked. Well, half naked, this stupid foam covers his downstairs. I blow air teasingly to his ear, making him shiver.
“S-stop...” the boy sighs.
Stop? Why would I stop, I think this is fun. I continue blowing air to Malfoys ear. He looks like he’s going to get mad at any second. Hm, I think he did have a really private moment here before I turned up.

Suddenly Malfoy grabs the nape of my neck and presses his lips violentely against mine. I gasp for the feeling – he’s as soft as I think he’d be! Malfoy kisses me like the world is about to end in a few seconds. His tongue is in my mouth, his right hand is ripping my hair. He presses me against the edge of the pool and shamelessly rapes my mouth.
Oh sweet Morgana. Is that what I think it is? I haven’t never ever saw, or felt, other boys erection!

I moan against his hungry lips. I think he can feel me, too. Gods, how turned on I am! I’ve never felt this hot, and I never want to lose this feeling! Malfoy, against me, kissing me like drowning and hot erection pressing against my thigh.

How did we actually managed to get in this situation? Foggy pictures about clothes on the floor and Malfoys naked back. Holy shit.

What is happening? My brains don’t co-operate anymore. And my glasses have dropped to the water. I can’t see! But do I really have to see something? It’s enough that I can feel Malfoy…
Did I really thought like that? I actually want Malfoy! Eww...

HOLY MERLIN AND EVERYBODY ELSE IN THE ROUND TABLE! What the FUCK was that, that... sensation? My heart is going to blow up, it’s racing too fast! And my breathing is heavier, too. I’m afraid that I might suffocate. At some point Malfoy took off my boxers and now he’s... he’s touching my... my penis! And I still can feel him! Gods! It feels so good! I’m in heaven! Ron, please, don’t wake me up now!

Is that me who’s squeaking? And begging? Oh hell, that is me! That begger one! I am not going to tolerate that! I can make Malfoy squeak too! I grab his cock and make him moan against my neck. I move my hand up and down, enjoyning the sounds Malfoy makes. Oh, he moans so sexy.
We continue touching each other. It feels like heaven. I never guessed that Malfoy could be this good.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Have to close my eyes. Have to grin. My mind is spinning… Oh gods yess… Does that stupid moaning come out of me or Malfoy? Me. Oh god. But Malfoy is pantig, too. Oh gods yes. I’m so close…so close… Yes! YES!

It takes a while until I come back to reality. At first I realize that my body is still pressing painfully against the pool, and next I feel Malfoy against me. Are those hands around me mine? Nope, Malfoys. I squint my eyes, my glasses are still at the bottom of the pool. Well look at that, the queerish foam has disappeared, but the water is very much clear despite of the fact what we have done.

Because the water is clear, I can see Malfoys bum clearly. Hm, it is nice. Nice indeed. I wish I could touch it… Why didn’t I touch it a minute ago? Malfoy would surely mind about it now, and I don’t feel like touching him. I can feel him moving a little, and just in a second he’s looking straight to me.

I don’t know what to do. I just stare at him. A mocking grin comes to his face. Or I think it’s a mocking grin, I can’t see clearly without my glasses.

”I didn’t know Potter is a queer”, Malfoy laughs.
Well, well. I smile idioticly. Queer, I am not a queer. I explained it to myself, I’m bi.
“You’re the gay one here, Malfoy, not me”, I say.

Malfoy snorts and backs off. He jumps in the other side of the pool and gets up. Without a shame he turns and looks at me. Still naked. I gulp. Good heaven. Although I can’t see clearly, I know Malfoy looks delicious. I notice something shining at the bottom of the pool and I reach out to take my glasses back. Once I have them I can’t do else than just sigh. Malfoy does look gorgeous.

”You don’t talk about this, got it?” he asks, his voice sounding something between angry and languid.
I nod. It wouldn’t be good for me if everybody knew I just had sex (if you really can call that sex) with my enemy. Malfoy glares at me and slips away to change his clothes. I think that I might stay here for a while...

And how many times I have said heaven?

*

Draco Malfoy woke up all sweaty and shaking. He looked around uncertainly, but soon he realized that he was in his own, cosy dormity. But still his heart didn’t stop throbbing and he felt kind of... hot. Then he noticed that he held his pillow by his groin. Slight blush entered his face. He wished that none of the fellow Slytherins hadn’t woke up… Blush turned even deeper, when he realized that the pillow was damp.

He threw the pillow away and saw clearly his dirty pajama pants. Draco blushed even deeper if that was possible. Five minutes later he took his wand and cleaned his bed before he laid down again. He moved a little, eyes closed, but still he was restless. He felt so weird.
“Maybe it’s because that dream I had”, Draco thought.

He tried to remember the dream, but nothing came to his mind. Soon he remembered feelings; hesistation, maybe disgust, a little fear and then unbelievable lust. Draco tried and tried, but no face crossed his mind. Only a pair of emerald green eyes.

Frustrated and tired he finally fell asleep.

When Draco walked down to breakfast, he didn’t remember a thing about his dream. He sat down with his friends and did everything normal, like eating, laughing to other students, joking about stupid Gryffindorks...
And then all the sudden Draco glanced at the Gryffindor table. He caught Harry Potters eyes and then he had troubles with his heart and erection, when he remembered every single detail from the dream.

“Merlin.”

END.

A/N: If you have something to say about my language, PLEASE tell me so I can develop! Every wrong preposition (I suck at those), every single dot in wrong place, inform me! I really don’t mind!