Inside of You- Song Fic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,159
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter or any characters. I do not make any money from the writing of these stories. I do not own the song or lyrics of "Inside of You".
Inside of You- Song Fic
Song- Inside of You
song lyrics by Hoobistank
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It seems so obvious
There’s something up with us
I can smell the feelings from across the room
So can I ask you this?
A new term was beginning once again at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Draco Malfoy was in his seventh and final year. He walked into the Great Hall with a slight smirk on his face, thinking that this was the last time he would have to do this as a student. His thoughts were disrupted when someone bumped into him. He turned around, ready to shout an insult at the culprit, and froze.
It was Harry Potter. Draco’s feelings for this particular Gryffindor had been changing ever since the end of fifth year. After Harry lost his godfather, the light in his eyes had disappeared. Draco barely got a reaction from Harry when he taunted him and it had aggravated him until he realized what it felt like when you lost someone you loved.
The summer before sixth year Draco lost his mother to the war. Lucius Malfoy, his so-called father, was still locked away in Azkaban. Draco had never really loved his father, and he in turn didn’t love Draco. Draco’s mother had been the one to raise him and care for him. She was the one who had begged him to switch sides, to stay away from the Death Eaters. This year, Draco would honor her wishes and officially switch sides. So Draco’s feelings toward Potter had changed from hate to dislike to neutral, and at this moment to like.
Harry’s feelings for a certain Slytherin had changed as well. Harry had heard about Draco’s loss and could sympathize. Over the past year Malfoy’s threats and taunts had died down, and the two had gotten along for the most part. Harry had always had a slight crush on Draco but had never acted on it because of their past relationship with each other. Now, with Draco only a foot away, Harry was having a hard time getting his body under control.
“Potter,” Draco said with a sneer.
“Malfoy,” Harry said, trying his best to keep a blush from creeping up his cheeks. And with that the two former enemies walked to their respective tables.
The rest of the evening went as usual. Everyone sat down at their tables and waited for the first years to arrive and be sorted. After the new first years were sorted and welcomed to their houses, Professor Dumbledore strode to his podium for his long-winded welcome-back speech. Everyone in fourth year and up, with the exception of Hermione, was waiting for the speech to be over and the feast to begin--some more impatiently than others. (*Cough**Cough*Ron*Cough*)
“Hey, mate?” asked Ron. “What just happened between you and Malfoy? I mean, it was really scary not hearing you two argue.”
“Did you ever think about the fact that we haven’t had a real fight in ages? Not since his mum died. We understand each other now; I don’t think you could really even call us enemies anymore.” Said Harry.
“Oh…Mate, can I ask you something else?” Ron questioned.
“Sure.”
“Do you like him?” Ron whispered. It was common knowledge that Harry was gay. He had come out right after the Cho Chang incident.
“Ummm…No,” Harry lied. He wasn’t even ready to admit that to himself, let alone his best mate. Ron’s eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter.
“Sure, mate,” Ron said.
“Okay, maybe just a little.”
“That’s what I thought,” said Ron, glad his friend could finally admit it. Just then Dumbledore clapped his hands, and a feast appeared in front of them. Harry was grateful for the distraction. Instead of digging in, he looked around the great hall. His eyes immediately went to the Slytherin table, where he caught Malfoy staring at him. Once Draco realized Harry had seen him, he blushed slightly and looked away. He turned to Blaise Zanbini, said something, and got up to walk out. Harry followed him as he walked, or really sashayed, across the Great Hall and through the doors. He turned to Ron and Hermione and told them he was tired and was going to head up to the dormitories early.
“Okay, mate,” said Ron with just a hint of laughter in his voice. Hermione gave him an assessing look.
“Goodnight, Harry,” she said and turned back to her dinner. Harry got up and walked out of the Great Hall. When he was finally outside the doors, he took out the Marauder’s Map and scanned it for Malfoy. ‘He couldn’t have gone very far,’ thought Harry. Sure enough, he was heading for the prefects’ bathroom on the fourth floor. Thankfully this map was very detailed, and Harry soon had the password for the bathroom and was on his way there. He wasn’t sure why he was even going. He had no confirmation that Malfoy was gay, but it would be worth a try to make the first move.
What do I have to do
To get inside of you?
To get inside of you?
Cuz I love the way you move,
When I'm inside of you.
Draco had just gotten undressed and was heading to the giant tub with its numerous taps, and was crawling in when he heard the door open and shut. He stood up with the towel still around his waist and turned around to see Potter standing there, looking lost.
“What are you doing here, Potter?” Draco said. “In case you have forgotten, this is the prefects’ bathroom, and you are not a prefect!”
“Ummm…I wanted to ask you something,” Harry said, as he looked Draco up and down from his face, to the towel wrapped loosely around his waist, to his pale toned legs and back up again.
“What could you possibly need to ask me in the prefects’ bathroom, and can’t it wait, whatever it is?” Draco said as he tried to ignore Potter’s wandering eyes. As much as he tried, he couldn’t stop what was happening to his body, and he blushed slightly. Harry saw the blush and felt a little more confident.
“No, it can’t,” said Harry as he closed the distance between himself and Draco. When he reached where Draco was standing, he grabbed him and pulled him into a soft kiss. The shy, timid kiss turned into a needy, passionate one. Their tongues battled for dominance, and in the end Harry’s won. Draco loved the taste of Harry and enjoyed not being in control for once. All too soon (according to Draco), the kiss ended and left behind a very confused Draco Malfoy and a happy Harry Potter. Harry quickly headed for his dorm.
song lyrics by Hoobistank
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It seems so obvious
There’s something up with us
I can smell the feelings from across the room
So can I ask you this?
A new term was beginning once again at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Draco Malfoy was in his seventh and final year. He walked into the Great Hall with a slight smirk on his face, thinking that this was the last time he would have to do this as a student. His thoughts were disrupted when someone bumped into him. He turned around, ready to shout an insult at the culprit, and froze.
It was Harry Potter. Draco’s feelings for this particular Gryffindor had been changing ever since the end of fifth year. After Harry lost his godfather, the light in his eyes had disappeared. Draco barely got a reaction from Harry when he taunted him and it had aggravated him until he realized what it felt like when you lost someone you loved.
The summer before sixth year Draco lost his mother to the war. Lucius Malfoy, his so-called father, was still locked away in Azkaban. Draco had never really loved his father, and he in turn didn’t love Draco. Draco’s mother had been the one to raise him and care for him. She was the one who had begged him to switch sides, to stay away from the Death Eaters. This year, Draco would honor her wishes and officially switch sides. So Draco’s feelings toward Potter had changed from hate to dislike to neutral, and at this moment to like.
Harry’s feelings for a certain Slytherin had changed as well. Harry had heard about Draco’s loss and could sympathize. Over the past year Malfoy’s threats and taunts had died down, and the two had gotten along for the most part. Harry had always had a slight crush on Draco but had never acted on it because of their past relationship with each other. Now, with Draco only a foot away, Harry was having a hard time getting his body under control.
“Potter,” Draco said with a sneer.
“Malfoy,” Harry said, trying his best to keep a blush from creeping up his cheeks. And with that the two former enemies walked to their respective tables.
The rest of the evening went as usual. Everyone sat down at their tables and waited for the first years to arrive and be sorted. After the new first years were sorted and welcomed to their houses, Professor Dumbledore strode to his podium for his long-winded welcome-back speech. Everyone in fourth year and up, with the exception of Hermione, was waiting for the speech to be over and the feast to begin--some more impatiently than others. (*Cough**Cough*Ron*Cough*)
“Hey, mate?” asked Ron. “What just happened between you and Malfoy? I mean, it was really scary not hearing you two argue.”
“Did you ever think about the fact that we haven’t had a real fight in ages? Not since his mum died. We understand each other now; I don’t think you could really even call us enemies anymore.” Said Harry.
“Oh…Mate, can I ask you something else?” Ron questioned.
“Sure.”
“Do you like him?” Ron whispered. It was common knowledge that Harry was gay. He had come out right after the Cho Chang incident.
“Ummm…No,” Harry lied. He wasn’t even ready to admit that to himself, let alone his best mate. Ron’s eyes twinkled with suppressed laughter.
“Sure, mate,” Ron said.
“Okay, maybe just a little.”
“That’s what I thought,” said Ron, glad his friend could finally admit it. Just then Dumbledore clapped his hands, and a feast appeared in front of them. Harry was grateful for the distraction. Instead of digging in, he looked around the great hall. His eyes immediately went to the Slytherin table, where he caught Malfoy staring at him. Once Draco realized Harry had seen him, he blushed slightly and looked away. He turned to Blaise Zanbini, said something, and got up to walk out. Harry followed him as he walked, or really sashayed, across the Great Hall and through the doors. He turned to Ron and Hermione and told them he was tired and was going to head up to the dormitories early.
“Okay, mate,” said Ron with just a hint of laughter in his voice. Hermione gave him an assessing look.
“Goodnight, Harry,” she said and turned back to her dinner. Harry got up and walked out of the Great Hall. When he was finally outside the doors, he took out the Marauder’s Map and scanned it for Malfoy. ‘He couldn’t have gone very far,’ thought Harry. Sure enough, he was heading for the prefects’ bathroom on the fourth floor. Thankfully this map was very detailed, and Harry soon had the password for the bathroom and was on his way there. He wasn’t sure why he was even going. He had no confirmation that Malfoy was gay, but it would be worth a try to make the first move.
What do I have to do
To get inside of you?
To get inside of you?
Cuz I love the way you move,
When I'm inside of you.
Draco had just gotten undressed and was heading to the giant tub with its numerous taps, and was crawling in when he heard the door open and shut. He stood up with the towel still around his waist and turned around to see Potter standing there, looking lost.
“What are you doing here, Potter?” Draco said. “In case you have forgotten, this is the prefects’ bathroom, and you are not a prefect!”
“Ummm…I wanted to ask you something,” Harry said, as he looked Draco up and down from his face, to the towel wrapped loosely around his waist, to his pale toned legs and back up again.
“What could you possibly need to ask me in the prefects’ bathroom, and can’t it wait, whatever it is?” Draco said as he tried to ignore Potter’s wandering eyes. As much as he tried, he couldn’t stop what was happening to his body, and he blushed slightly. Harry saw the blush and felt a little more confident.
“No, it can’t,” said Harry as he closed the distance between himself and Draco. When he reached where Draco was standing, he grabbed him and pulled him into a soft kiss. The shy, timid kiss turned into a needy, passionate one. Their tongues battled for dominance, and in the end Harry’s won. Draco loved the taste of Harry and enjoyed not being in control for once. All too soon (according to Draco), the kiss ended and left behind a very confused Draco Malfoy and a happy Harry Potter. Harry quickly headed for his dorm.