Just a Taste
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,209
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Just a Taste
This is an idea. It's unedited, and all that. I was just wondering if it seems worth continuing.
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“It’s not that!” Harry cried, inching away from Draco, “Just stay away from me.”
“No, Potter,” Draco cocked his head to the side, a slow smirk curling on his lips. He muttered, “I don’t think I will.”
Then, with utter horror, Harry watched Draco point his wand towards the door of the classroom. He murmured a few locking spells, and turned back to Harry, “Why won’t you answer my question, Potter? Afraid?”
“No.” Harry snarled, leaning forward, “I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Then humor me. Are you gay, or are you not?” Malfoy watched with no small amount of glee as a bright red flush crept up from Potters’ collarbones to his cheeks. “Cute, Potter.”
Harry didn’t have to guess at what he was talking about; he could feel the hotness of his face. He hunched a shoulder uncomfortably and self-consciously, chewing his bottom lip, “No.”
“Wrong answer.” One of Malfoys’ hands curled into the front of Harry’s robes; and Harry, for all of the life in him, felt frozen by the other boys actions. His wand lay hidden somewhere in Malfoys’ robes, and Harry felt completely helpless without it. He turned his head away as Malfoy leaned in to kiss him, shutting his eyes tightly.
“Don’t.”
Malfoy moved closer, bracing himself by resting his free hand against the edge of the table Harry had backed up to, “Say ‘please’, and I’ll consider it.”
When Potter opened his eyes, they were filled with Gryffindor pride, but Draco knew that somewhere in there was fear… and beneath that, something else Potter would also refuse to admit to.
Malfoy would just have to make him.
Though Harry’s head was still turned, he knew he was no where near safe from Malfoy. The warm puffs of boy breath swept over his jaw, Malfoys’ blond fringe tickling against his temple. He cringed and sank away, wishing to melt into the table. Malfoy just smirked, and canted his head to the side, tongue escaping his pink lips to trail over the sensitive flesh of Harry’s neck.
He was rewarded with an audible gasp, and the other boy struggling to free himself. The friction Potter caused by his useless squirming gave Draco pause, considering if he should allow him for a while longer. Then Potter let out a shout for him to ‘let me go, you fucking arsehole!’, and Malfoy realized that unless he wanted a group of students gathering outside the abandoned classroom, he would have to stop the other in his desperate attempts at freedom.
So he kissed him, and Harry cried out, shoving at Malfoy until his wrists were grabbed and held behind his back. Malfoy was persistent, hungry, and rough. He was deceptive and cunning in his kiss, just as he was in every other aspect of life. He nipped and bit, forcing gasps out of Harry, and in turn making entry to Harry’s mouth. Harry broke the kiss when he felt Malfoys’ tongue seeking out his, harsh breaths of air escaping him. Then he cried out, squirming in the firm grip again as Malfoy bit down into his neck. A hand left one of his wrists free, but captured his hair instead, jerking his head back so that Draco could tease and taste.
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“It’s not that!” Harry cried, inching away from Draco, “Just stay away from me.”
“No, Potter,” Draco cocked his head to the side, a slow smirk curling on his lips. He muttered, “I don’t think I will.”
Then, with utter horror, Harry watched Draco point his wand towards the door of the classroom. He murmured a few locking spells, and turned back to Harry, “Why won’t you answer my question, Potter? Afraid?”
“No.” Harry snarled, leaning forward, “I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Then humor me. Are you gay, or are you not?” Malfoy watched with no small amount of glee as a bright red flush crept up from Potters’ collarbones to his cheeks. “Cute, Potter.”
Harry didn’t have to guess at what he was talking about; he could feel the hotness of his face. He hunched a shoulder uncomfortably and self-consciously, chewing his bottom lip, “No.”
“Wrong answer.” One of Malfoys’ hands curled into the front of Harry’s robes; and Harry, for all of the life in him, felt frozen by the other boys actions. His wand lay hidden somewhere in Malfoys’ robes, and Harry felt completely helpless without it. He turned his head away as Malfoy leaned in to kiss him, shutting his eyes tightly.
“Don’t.”
Malfoy moved closer, bracing himself by resting his free hand against the edge of the table Harry had backed up to, “Say ‘please’, and I’ll consider it.”
When Potter opened his eyes, they were filled with Gryffindor pride, but Draco knew that somewhere in there was fear… and beneath that, something else Potter would also refuse to admit to.
Malfoy would just have to make him.
Though Harry’s head was still turned, he knew he was no where near safe from Malfoy. The warm puffs of boy breath swept over his jaw, Malfoys’ blond fringe tickling against his temple. He cringed and sank away, wishing to melt into the table. Malfoy just smirked, and canted his head to the side, tongue escaping his pink lips to trail over the sensitive flesh of Harry’s neck.
He was rewarded with an audible gasp, and the other boy struggling to free himself. The friction Potter caused by his useless squirming gave Draco pause, considering if he should allow him for a while longer. Then Potter let out a shout for him to ‘let me go, you fucking arsehole!’, and Malfoy realized that unless he wanted a group of students gathering outside the abandoned classroom, he would have to stop the other in his desperate attempts at freedom.
So he kissed him, and Harry cried out, shoving at Malfoy until his wrists were grabbed and held behind his back. Malfoy was persistent, hungry, and rough. He was deceptive and cunning in his kiss, just as he was in every other aspect of life. He nipped and bit, forcing gasps out of Harry, and in turn making entry to Harry’s mouth. Harry broke the kiss when he felt Malfoys’ tongue seeking out his, harsh breaths of air escaping him. Then he cried out, squirming in the firm grip again as Malfoy bit down into his neck. A hand left one of his wrists free, but captured his hair instead, jerking his head back so that Draco could tease and taste.
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