Visiting

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please don't come into this fic expecting some mindbogglingly fantastic thing. This piece is OLD, and I'm just submitting it for the heck of it.

It's silly, and not meant to be taken seriously. It might be bit OOC. The muggles are these goofy, Mary-Sue-ish girls who spy on Harry and Draco...it's ridiculous. So don't flame me for some silly reason like, you expected this to be serious. I WARNED you.

I just decided to submit this on a whim, because I was re-reading it and it made me laugh. :)


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VISITING

by lordoberon


“Can you believe it?”

“What, Maggie?”

“Harry has…Harry has – get this – a boyfriend!”

The brown-haired girl whipped her head around in shock to stare at her younger friend. “No way. Are you serious? You mean he’s -”

“Yes. Delightful, isn’t he? I know you wanted him Maggie, but apparently he’s practically married to some guy over in England. The guy’s name is DRACO. What a name, huh? He told me they used to be worst enemies in high school but they had changes of heart and have this big old castle somewhere by Greenwich.”

“Cassie, of course he’d tell YOU the story.”

“Well, he IS staying at my place here, and I met him first, right?”

“Yeah.” Maggie sighed and sat down at the cafeteria table. “Why’s he visiting this college again, anyway? He said he’s done with school now.”

The blonde one, Annabelle, looked up from her plate. “I still can’t believe he’s like that. I could’ve sworn he was into you, Cassie!”

Maggie nudged her friend. “Yeah, didn’t you mention that, Cassie?”

“I might’ve way back when, but have you seen the way he looks at the boy at the bookstore? Definitely some interest there.”

“Oh don’t be such a gossip! Harry is a faithful, committed person. Here he comes.”

The three girls looked on as the black haired man came to sit by them at the table. Flustered and more messy-haired than ever, he exclaimed, “Hullo! Draco said he’s flying in tonight. Ten or something. He’ll probably make a huge grand entrance of it, too.”

Annabelle leant in across from Harry. “Oh, so he’s a show off? Harry, I thought you’d go with someone much more modest. More like you.”

Harry laughed. “Like me? He’s barely at all like me! We’re very different, in fact. He was brought up in a rich family so he’s still got some of those weird rich-people eccentricities, you know? Likes to impress people and get everyone talking about him, that sort of thing. Not very modest at all, I’d say. But he’s great fun.”

The three girls twittered to each other at this, and Cassie raised a brow in implication at what kind of fun this stranger Draco could make.

“Well, I say we all come up for dinner and have a party in celebration of the newcomer!” Annabelle and Cassie cheered to Maggie’s idea.

“Um, I guess,” said Harry reluctantly. He knew they couldn’t wait to meet Draco, but would Draco mind the company, or want to be alone?

~~~~~~ switch to Harry's POV

I was sitting at my desk waiting for Draco to arrive, when suddenly the window flew open and all my papers scattered all over the floor. Grumbling, I stooped to pick them up, but then stopped; the hair at the nape of my neck rose.

Standing up, I wasn’t too surprised to turn around and see Draco land on the floor in front of me, and then tuck his broomstick underneath my bed. He carried nothing, and I wondered why at first, but then he un-shrunk his suitcase from his pocket and put it by the closet.

It had been a few months since I had last seen him. His hair was paler than ever, and his skin looked extremely white next to my tan. He wore a long black coat and fitting trousers, along with a jumper, but slid that off to reveal a pale blue button-up shirt that, in his usual style, wasn’t buttoned all the way.

Taking his hand, I slid into an embrace, asking, “How was the flight?”

He was breathless still from the adrenaline. “Windy.”

“Hmmm.” I meant to sit him down and offered him a chair, but he shook his head, sliding off his flying gloves. Then he took my chin in his hands and stared into my eyes for a moment. I felt myself get lost in that deep blue-grey immediately, remembering so many memories…

Glancing without much interest about the room, Draco led me into the hallway of the room that went out to the corridor. I thought he meant to go look at the rest of Cassie’s apartment. But instead, he looked for just the right spot – the coat rack, where it was softer – and then pushed me against the wall, gently. His mouth was over mine in a second. I had forgotten how good he tasted, those soft lips full and forceful, his tongue sliding its way into my mouth.

His hands slid to my hips, fingers pressed against the skin, and he shoved me harder against the wall and I almost bumped my head on a coat hook. A low moan, not stifled as I had meant it, escaped from me as he nudged a leg between mine, and then a hand, fondling just a little.

He smiled as I slid a hand in past the buttons and pressed a thumb against a hard nipple. Then his hand slid to my thigh, and everything seemed hotter. His tongue was hot on mine and I knew his hand was inching its way to my belt so I was tense with anticipation, and at the same time my hand unbuttoned his shirt a bit more and roamed in exploration over the familiar muscles and soft skin.

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Cassie swore and backed up, closing the door in a rush. Maggie and Ann, behind her, gave her quizzical looks. Eyes bright, the girl answered, “Oh my god…oh my god…” her whisper became high-pitched. “He’s here! He’s here right now. Draco…with Harry…they’re by the coat hangers, they must’ve not heard the door open a crack…”

She opened the door a crack again and the other two crowded around her to get a view, eyes wide at the spectacle.

“Wow, look at that guy…he’s hot! Harry has good taste. I didn’t think he’d be blonde though, for some reason…”

“Those British guys are really pale, look at that skin!”

“This is better than the books or the movies. This is REAL! I mean, look at them go at each other. They’re so impassioned…it’s beautiful.”

“Oh stop with the corny spiel, Maggie. It’s gorgeously hot.”

“Shut up, you two.”

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Harry's POV

I slid the shirt from his shoulders and kicked away the coat, moments before he had me gasping as his hand reached its goal. Damn, I was already hard. He sucked at my neck, gently, before moving down to nuzzle at my collarbone, laughing quietly.

“Harry, I missed you so much…”

I moaned, clutching him to me, a hard groan coming from us both as the movement brought us closer. I could feel his groin tighten against mine, and the sweat on his neck through the collar of his shirt. I slid my hand down his back, more down to grip at that tight ass. He moaned, and I did it again, and then my hand slid up in his hair to bury in it, to stroke the sideburns and the shell of the ear and trace a finger over those beautiful lips.

“Irresistible…”

His mouth ravished mine again, hot and hungry, slick and silent and – oh! I was distracted utterly from his mouth because his hand was right there pressing – “Draco, Draco Draco – Merlin! Do that again…mmm…aah, fuck fuck fuck – yes! Ohh, but more…”

I didn’t think his knee could grind any harder or his hand press any harder and then he was gripping me, gripping me so tight and sliding those fingers up…and down…and up ever. So. Slowly. Could I ever breathe again? Oh. God. Sweet holy things of holiness I NEEDED his mouth down there! Wouldn’t he just give me it?

He laughed, his every breath a tease on my skin, even as I held myself up against the wall barely, my hands tried to grasp something – the coat hanger! I grabbed onto one of each with both hands and then yelped as the whole thing slid down, leaving me hanging, my form slumped against the wall, Draco laughing, but deep down I could still see that insatiable lust glinting in those eyes.

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No girl could really say anything. But Maggie finally spoke, saying, “Sh-should we leave now? I mean, dinner’s long past and we should get going and they’re obviously going to be at this for at least another hour or something…”

“No, no we can’t leave…I can’t leave…I…it’s fascinating. The psychology is so different. It doesn’t have all that awkwardness of first dating, or the lack of love, or that weird unfamiliarity that straight stuff does, because they’re both guys…it’s really interesting, really.”

“Ann, you’re so depthful. Why must you analyze everything? I’m not going, no way. Wish I could get this on tape! I could turn it in for my class in Sociology or something.”

“Sociology? Wouldn’t it suit Sex Ed better?”

The three girls stifled laughter. “It hasn’t gotten to that point yet…”

An unvoiced uncertainty hung between them. They wondered, WOULD it? “Oh gosh, what if it does…? We won’t be able to see the bed – can’t even see between them, much, with this angle…”

“That’s because there practically ISN’T any space between them, they’re so close…”

“Oh gosh, I think this is the part where we see Harry naked…”

“Maggie! You sound so excited. You know what though; I think you were right earlier. Let’s go.”

The three girls walked down the stairs, away from the hall that led out of Harry’s room.

“What are we going to do, Cassie? I’m going to be hung up on that memory all night…”

“Oh yeah.”

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Harry's POV

Finally the satisfying sound of my belt thunking to the floor met my ears, and then I was engulfed by that hot, sweet mouth…

Hard teeth scraped against my skin, a hot tongue wandered everywhere, caressing. Lips suckled at my skin and flushed it, fiercely I was fondled, swallowed, kissed, bitten, nibbled, tongued up and down…

When I could stand it no more I pushed in, my grip tight on those pale shoulders, pushing in, forcing him to take it all in his mouth; so hard, so fast he was, the moment flew by, but then all I had to do was look at him and my cock hardened again. And then he took the precum from the head with a sly lick, and let the rest pool at the base before slowly sliding that deft tongue all over me to get the last drops.

I moaned, slamming a hand against the floor. This was too good. He was too good. He could keep me hard all night, if he wanted to. I was breathing so heavily I couldn’t speak, was dizzy with it all.

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“Wow, did you hear that?”

“I heard a bang.”

“Do you think it was - ?”

“Oh gosh, I can’t take this suspense! So we might not be able to watch them but, let’s sit at the stair top. So we can hear.”

The three girls tiptoed to sit at the top step, and sat down upon three cushions propped up against a wall. They giggled to each other quietly as they heard the sounds from the hall.

After a moment’s listening Cassie said, “They’re not at it yet. It’s not loud enough. There isn’t any rhythmical creaking…”

“I don’t think they’ll use the bed, they won’t move that far.”

“Yeah I know, but the floorboards creak. We’d know if…”

They didn’t say it. They laughed to themselves as they heard Harry’s swearing, and Maggie moved to glance in for a second.

“Oh, they’re still clothed. Weren’t, as Harry’s got his belt off, but the coast is clear for now. C’mere.”

They other two crowded back in. Harry sat against the wall with his head back, breathing hard. Draco they couldn’t see except for a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

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Harry's POV

He wiped an invisible lint speck from my shoulder and I laughed. Then he moved to straddle me, my body immediately responding. His hands slithered down to slide in past my trousers, as he kissed me again.

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“His hands just went…”

“I feel so voyeuristic.”

“Wow, look at Harry’s expression.”

Silence.

“Ok, yikes! They’re stripping down. NOW we should move!”

They moved quickly, stifling giggles.

“Did you see his legs? Muscular.”

“Harry has a broader chest than I thought.”

“His legs? Oh man, I think I saw more than his LEGS…”

“Hot hot hot!”

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Harry's POV

The kiss ended and I furiously, hurriedly unbuckled his belt and his trousers fell to the floor in a moment. He shrugged off his shirt and then undid his tie, and then stepped out of boxers as I let his hands slide mine down. Clothes pooling at our ankles we just stared at each other for a moment, taking in the other’s form.

He was as beautiful as ever. Hard muscles showed beneath skin glittering with sweat, and we were both more than ready to increase the intimacy. Gasps came from us both as we embraced, the tension leaving and blood rushing even fiercer through us as our skin finally touched.

Then it was too much to stand, and our mouths and hands scrabbled for each other. He lost his breath when my fingers brushed him below the belt; then his tongue was all over me, swiping, trying to bite every inch; then I had him against the wall and took him with one sweet, burning slide. It was so good to be full, to be filling, to feel the burn creep up my stomach and flush my skin and churn everywhere inside me.

“Hnkh…kuhh. Mmmm. Move….faster, Harry.”

I obeyed, increasing the tempo, pushing in and out as hard as I could. God, but he was so tight…so slick, inside and out, his back covered with sweat, his arms trembling against the wall. I shifted and moved my hands to grip his hips, getting better traction against the floor.

“Oh! Yes…Merlin, I can’t breathe, Harry you’re so-”

But I didn’t get to find out what I was, because I slid in at that moment and his cry surrounded us, and then he was shoving back against me and we were both lost in each other, moaning, whimpering, breathing so hard our bodies shook.

We were so close I could lean and draw a hot tongue over his neck, and tickle his ear. A soft sigh escaped him, but then he was leaning farther away and then pushing back in, and the movement unbalanced me. I sat down on the floor, hard, grunting through the pain. Then he was moving fast on me, jerking his hips up and down, and I lost control of any restraints I had been unconsciously putting on myself. I sat with Draco ensconced in my lap, my arms around his waist, allowing him to pull himself up, and then slowly slide back down. He gasped as a particularly rough thrust drove home, all the way in.

Then we were up again, and the floorboards creaked and groaned even as we ourselves groaned, and I released with a gasp of, “Draco…ohh, that was good.” And then, looking back at me, he did the same and we collapsed and pulled apart a moment later.

The floor was uncomfortable to lie on but lie on it I did, brushing the sweaty hair from my brow and trying to regain my breath. Draco lay beside me, and before I could push the thought away I grabbed him, taking him in with tongue and teeth. He was almost gone, and grabbed my shoulders with painful intensity as I sucked every inch of him up and down. But he burgeoned, and burgeoned, and then when I drank every drop of him I licked the last from his length, fondling the soft skin, reveling in the needy moan that meant he wanted more.

Immediately my teeth were at his prostate, pulling, biting, and then when my tongue swiped the nub he was off the edge. He bucked and yelled and the windows shook with the fierceness of his arousal. Orgasm hit him again and again, but finally he was spent and my thirst was quenched.

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“The floorboards have never creaked that much.”

“Intense. Unbelievable.”

“I didn’t know human vocal cords could sound like that…wow…and did you hear the windows shake? Weird. Did you hear their sweet whispers? So sweet. I mean, how cute is that?!”

The three girls looked at each other, in disbelief that what had happened had just happened, and that they had (sort of) been witnesses to the act. Then Cassie peeked in the door. Gasping, she returned to her cushion, saying, “I got a look at a fine ass. Hahaha! I don’t know whose it was but man, those boys are hot…”

They listened for more, but no sounds came, and then they heard creaking and murmuring. The hiss of a shower turning on came to their ears – “Ooh, are they taking one together?” – but it ended soon after and then, downstairs, they heard two climbing into bed.
Parting ways, they did the same themselves.

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Draco's POV

“Stupid light…gah, Harry, did you do that?”
I shielded my eyes from the light, looking up morosely at Harry as he came from the bathroom. “Sorry, Draco. I’m used to opening the shades when I get up. Want to come down for breakfast? You can meet Cassie and the rest of the girls, if they’re around. Usually they are; girls are like that. They follow each other everywhere, it seems.”

“Give me a minute to shower and I’ll be out.”

I stepped out a bit later, to find Harry glaring. “Draco, that wasn’t a minute. It was about, oh, TWENTY minutes!”

“Oh shut your trap. I heard you getting comfy leaning on the doorframe and watching me. And damn you for getting that stupid cherry song stuck in my head again.”

He raised a quizzical brow. “Cherry song? I don’t remember humming it under my breath. Maybe it had something to do with…popping cherries?”

I laughed. “No, I wasn’t thinking of our first time, Harry. I guess I was thinking of last night, and hunger…”

Harry’s stomach growled in response, reminding us both how hungry we were.

I shook my wet hair, flinging drops all over Harry (on purpose, and he got all livid for a second before he saw me laughing at him), and then smoothed it down with a flick of my wrist. Adjusting my cuffs in the mirror, I pulled on a jumper over the button-up shirt and adjusted my belt over the trousers. It was almost the same thing I’d worn yesterday, but it was new enough.

We stepped out of the door of Harry’s room to find ourselves in what was more a little house, than an apartment. To our left was a door that went who-knew-where, to our right was an empty wall with three cushions lying against it, and the stairway. We walked down the stairway to find ourselves in a little living room by the main entryway, and to the left, beyond a hall, the giggling of women in a pinchy little kitchen. I called it pinchy because it was pretty tiny, and had too many cupboards and not enough space for the round little table in it. We reached the kitchen just in time to see a tall blonde move the table out onto the balcony, which had a little more space to it.

Yawning, I stepped outside, saying, “So, what do you usually eat for breakfast here, Harry?” I was referring to our meals back at home being wizardly, and the familiar feasts of Hogwarts we had graduated from a few years ago.

Grabbing a piece of toast from the bowl in the middle of the table, Harry sat down, and I sat down beside him. He slapped some jam on the toast and munched.

I glanced at the view outside: the green rising hills of a northern city in California, the glowing lights and dingier apartments down the way. It was morning, and it was peacefully quiet. Not at like London. It reminded me of the castle in Gravesend a bit though, except sunnier.

I looked back at the table to scrutinize the three females that looked back at me. Directly across from Harry was the tall blonde, who immediately stretched out her hand to me, saying, “My name is Cassie. Nice to meet you, Draco. I can’t say I’ve heard a lot about you, since Harry only told me you were visiting just the other day, but you’re totally welcome here. Glad you came. How was your flight?”

I couldn’t help but smile – although Harry’s look made me bite back the laughter – because when Muggles referred to flight they imagined these huge ugly hunks of metal called planes, instead of the more convenient fast way of travel – brooms. He had lectured my ear off about being courteous and ‘not bringing up anything unusual’ around his Muggle friends though, so I just smiled.

“The flight was fine. A bit windy, and not much of a good view from, ah, from my window seat. But it was fast.”

The three girls smiled, nodding. Cassie tipped a hand to the brown-haired girl on her right; a shorter one, with curly hair and huge hazel eyes who had a silly sort of smile. “This is Maggie.”

I looked to the other, who piped up in a soft, feathery sort of voice reminding me a little of Professor Trelawney, “Annabelle. But you can call me Ann.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Do you have any tea around here?”

The three seemed to find this absolutely hilarious, and I gave Harry a funny look so as not to make the women feel uncomfortable (as Harry had told me once, my ‘funny look’ was actually a condescending glance not fit for public). He simply handed me a piece of toast, saying, “No tea,” and poured me some coffee instead. He hated the taste, said it was quite bitter, but I found it pleasant, and it helped me wake up a bit.

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They were on the way to the bookstore and the boys were walking ahead. The two men held hands and Harry kept pointing to this or that, telling Draco all about it, or a story involving him and whatever it was. The two were having a good time, laughing and shoving each other and looking around with interest.

Cassie looked to either side of her at the other two. “So, what do you think?”

“Of what?”

“Of Draco, now that we’ve gotten to know him a bit more then, haha, his relation to Harry and how much fun he can be in certain situations.”

Maggie laughed. “I think he’s a lot different than Harry, like Harry said. A bit cold, sort of snooty, really. Quiet. Brooding. But gosh, he does have that sexy mysterious appeal to him, and I can see he really warms up around Harry.”

“Yes, and look now, look -”

They all looked as, perusing a little bakery shop, the boys stopped at a corner in the front. They must have thought the words “Brilly’s Bakery” in black covered the details, or else didn’t care, because Draco clearly stuffed the muffin in his pocket and pressed his mouth against Harry’s – none too modestly, either. Even from a distance the three girls could tell it had Harry going for minute, recognizing the way his knees got weak and he moved to clutch at things behind him when caught in a deep passionate kiss. Things behind him though, in this case, ended up being a shelf of bread.

The three girls laughed, as a whole pile of loaves came down upon the two. There was laughing and argument between the two boys, and it lasted a bit, so the three girls sat down on a bench. They didn’t see Draco fix the situation with a subtle flick of his wand, but were surprised when the men came out of the store sooner than they had thought, and just as dashing (and un-floury) as earlier.

They continued to the bookstore, where the boys went one way and the girls went the other, but secretly watched from behind shelves because they were so INTRIGUED by the two. They just couldn’t let them out of their sight.

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Draco's POV

“Draco, I told you not to do that, we’re in public, that sort of thing isn’t allowed.”

“Oh shush, we’re not in school anymore. It’s not like the Ministry’s going to send me a letter saying, ‘Today at 10 in the morning you cast such and such spell and – mmmph – Harry, what…?”

“Ow, stop biting my finger. Ow! I don’t want you to talk about it aloud! Someone might hear.”

“Ok, ok, so be wary of listening ears. I get it. But am I not allowed to do this, either?”

Harry looked at me in bewilderment but then I answered his question and moved in to kiss him. He spluttered and inched and tried to get me off of him but I wasn’t about to let him make me not allowed to kiss him in public. I could do what I wanted in regards to that, couldn’t I? I took hold of his flailing wrists and shoved them back amongst the books, kissing him harder as, out of my peripheral vision, a couple walked past. They hurried by, muttering to themselves, but their kid – a little boy, about 10 – watched in fascination, saying, “They do that sort of thing on TV.” But he was whisked away and shushed a moment later. It made me laugh.

Then Harry sucked me into it and I actually got engaged in what I was doing. His tongue slipped past my guard and into my mouth, and involuntarily I moaned and clutched tighter at him. He was so good at making me lose control!

A familiar purple coat went past, and then confronted us. I stopped, about to open my mouth and invite more of that luscious thing Harry was doing with his tongue, but then I realized with a startle who stood accusingly beside us – Pansy! With that purple fluffy coat, she looked like she had an animal slung over her shoulders.

I pulled back, nearly slamming my head against a bookshelf, making it wobble. “Shit! Pansy! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Tsk tsk, Drakey. Language, language. Mind your manners, man, be a Malfoy!”

“Oh shut it with that nonsense. Why are you here?”

Harry turned to look at Pansy, curiosity in his gaze, but his tongue roamed his lips and he looked overall quite put-off that we had been interrupted. I smirked at the sight, looking forward to getting back to it. There was something about bookstores, there was.

“Oh, I’m just visiting some dowdy old relatives, you know. Some cousin’s birthday is coming up so I’m shopping around for a present – ha! Not really. I was just looking for some fun and spotted the bookstore and then who should I spot going into it but YOU two! I had to follow you, of course.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course. You’re of such a voyeuristic nature, Pansy. Like that time way back when – remember that, Harry?”

Pansy spoke up instead. “Oh yes, I remember! You were in a bar in a little corner all drunk and I was giving Harry suggestions of how to tame you.”

I frowned. “It wasn’t quite like that. So Pansy, you’ve seen us and talked to us, you’ve even done your little voyeur thing – go away.”

To my surprise, she complied.

Harry and I moved to the Medieval Literature section.

THE END


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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading my silly H/D fic! haha. I think I will be submitting more serious H/D another time...Reviews appreciated!