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Midnight Toker	By : Blondebouncingferret Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2357 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Midnight Toker
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Draco finds a corridor that leads to 1978, while
1978 is happening. He meets a young James Potter and finds himself visiting
James every week for a few hours of passion.

Warnings: Slash - Sex and oral.

Author�s Note: This story was written for
�Potter Month� at blond_azkaban at livejournal.

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It was a
weekly occurrence for James. It had been four months now and never once had his
mystery lover let him down. James liked to believe his lover � Dragon � was a
guardian Angel � A sexual guardian Angel with blonde locks, half
slicked back, the fringe falling into his beautiful grey eyes.

James couldn�t imagine life without these weekly visits but as
much as he loved � liked (love was
too strong) these rendezvous, he also wondered where Dragon came from.

It started
at the new year, Sirius and Remus were busy together, Peter had gone home for
the holiday and James had been wandering around the castle, bored. That is
until he noticed a figure by the Charms classroom.

Curious,
James had approached the stranger, a boy who around looked his age, wearing a
green pullover with the initials �DM�
in a lighter green thread over the right breast pocket. They had chatted, the
boy asking all sorts of questions about the year and the school. Also, strangely, the first thing the boy had asked him was �What are you looking at, Potter?�

He didn�t know how he knew his name, so he asked, raising his
eyebrows as he watched the boy crinkle his forehead, obviously deep in thought
and confusion. Minutes past and the boy asked him his name.

�James,� he
said. �James Potter.�

He wondered
why these little words had such an impact on the boy who turned a pale colour,
muttering under his breath something incoherent. After a long talk, Dragon only
released a few pieces of information about himself; that he was named Dragon,
that he too was seventeen (as of October) and that he would meet James by the
Charms classroom every week at the same time.

And he did.

Dragon was
rougher in bed than James had pictured (as he did many times) and found out. Sure he had had sex before, but this was different. It felt
more passionate, more adoring because it was a secret, a secret lover.

***

He didn�t
mean for it to turn out like this, hell, when Draco realised that he had
travelled back to 1978, all he wanted to do was turn around and run back,
hoping to return to 1998, but then when Potter � or who he thought was Potter
asked if he was lost, he saw a window of opportunity.

Draco contemplated how to use this to his advantage and after careful
thought and a few hours chatting to Potter � James, he decided that, one, he didn�t know what everyone was
talking about, James looked nothing like Potter and two, if he began a
relationship with James, perhaps James would not marry that Evans girl and not
have Potter, thus, no Potter at Hogwarts.

It was a
brilliant plan and soon the once bisexual James Potter was now one-hundred
percent homosexual. The plan had its pros for Draco too, you wouldn�t
think to look at him, but James was an excellent lover, rough, with a fast hand
and even faster tongue.

And even the best
of Slytherins need a little Gryffindor bitch once and a while.

***

It was ten
to twelve one Thursday when Draco began to make his way to the forth floor
corridor. It was there that he discovered the space between past and present,
by pacing back and forth between a statue of St Badger and Lex
the Goblin three times. Funny enough, Draco had found this that doing this led
to the past when he was pacing the area, waiting for Potter to come out of a
nearby classroom so he could give him a detention.

Draco felt
that familiar feeling in his stomach as the next moment he was standing in
front of the statue of Lex that looked at least
twenty years newer.

�Dragon,�
said a voice behind Draco.

Licking his
lips, Draco turned around and saw the smiling face of James. �Hey, James,� he
said, walking towards his Gryffindor lover, a smile crossing his lips.

James leant
forwards and placed a soft kiss on the corner of Draco�s mouth. �I�ve been
thinking of you all week,� James said. �What we did last week with my wand� it
was amazing.� A red tinge appeared on the black haired boys� cheeks as he
looked at Draco sheepishly.

Draco�s
smile extended and he nodded. �It was the best night I�ve had,� Draco admitted,
biting on his bottom lip gently at his honesty to a Gryffindor.

James tried
to suppress a sly grin as he ran his hand down Draco�s right arm. �Perhaps we
can replay the night�s events?� James asked, raising his eyebrows.

�Sounds like
a plan,� Draco said, nodding in nonchalant-mock. �I have a special place for
tonight�s events though.�

�Do tell,�
James said, folding his arms across his chest in curiosity.

�How about
I�ll show you,� Draco said, taking James� hand in his own and leading the way
through the corridors until they reached a set of great oak doors.

�The Great Hall!�
James exclaimed in half-shock and half-arousal. Draco merely nodded, his
trademark smirk never parting from his lips. �But what if someone comes in?�

�Who would
come in at midnight?� Draco asked, pus one one of the great doors open and
leading James inside.

The Great
Hall looked very different than it did during the day. Firstly the ceiling
shadowing the night�s sky, a black-blue colour with scattered stars as though
someone had thrown them into the sky from their cupped hands. The only light
was from the candles that hung in mid-air, giving the wide area a romantic
lighting effect that caused Draco�s stomach to turn over when his eyes found
themselves watching James.

James� expression
was of amazement, his eyes lit up like a little boy in a sweet shop, pocket
full of sickles, ready to buy as many sugary sweets as he could. �It�s gorgeous
in here at night, isn�t it?� James asked, never taking his eyes off his
surroundings.

�There�s something
more gorgeous than the scenery here,� Draco said, wincing at how lame he
sounded but covering it up by placing his arms around James� waist, pulling him
closer.

James
followed suit by resting his arms on Draco�s shoulders, his fingers playing
with the strands of hair at the nape of Draco�s neck. He laughed softly and
replied, �Thank you,� before pressing his lips against Draco�s.
Draco ran his hands over James� hips, giving his behind a small squeeze.

James moaned
against Draco�s mouth, and obliged when Draco motioned James backwards, pushing
him against the nearby table (which happened to be the Gryffindor one). Draco�s
hands pulled James� shirt out of his trousers and up just enough so his hands
could stroke and rub over James� perfect body, his thumb brushing over James�
left nubbin, his thumb nail digging in slightly.

James
reached his arms into the air so Draco could remove the garment completely and
allowing Draco�s tongue access to the skin. Darting up and down, round and in
the belly-button; Draco�s tongue moved swiftly and
competently over James� contracting muscles.

�Dragon,� James moaned as Draco blow
softly on the wet patch his tongue made over the skin under James� nipples.
Draco�s steel grey eyes met James� own hazel ones for a moment before Draco�s flickered down to James� crotch.

Draco knelt
down as his fingers fiddled with the button and zip of James� navy trousers,
roughly pulling them down to expose his black boxers and hardening area. Draco
licked his dry lips, running his hands over the back of James� thighs, leaning
in to plant kisses along the hip-bone, his tongue
following the happy-trail-line of hair that led him to James� treasure.

James hated being teased and Draco knew it; James was gasping and edging
his hips forwards in protest for Draco to kiss the spot that he needed, needed
bad.

Draco traced
his index finger over the waistband, tugging down the article of clothing
slowly, his tongue darting in and out of James� belly-button.
Once the boxers were around James� ankles with his trousers, Draco used his
right hand to gently touch James scarcely, never
letting the teasing end.

When Draco
finally did grab James, he was rewarded with a hoarse
groan. Draco stroked the shaft rapidly, his thumb rubbing the head, spreading
the precum over the head and down towards the balls
as his hand picked up speed. James� breaths were coming in as gasps of air at
what was happening and James was forced to hold onto
the Gryffindor table tightly, his knuckles becoming white with each thrust of
Draco�s hand.

�Shit,� James swore, biting down on his
lower lip. �I�m coming.�

�I want to
taste you,� Draco said, giving James a fleeting look. �Don�t come just yet.�

James
nodded, his face as red as the Gryffindor banner at the far end of the hall.
Draco slowed his hand down, causing James to whine in protest at being pushed so far to the edge and not being able to fall.

Draco
replaced his hand with his mouth, allowing his hands to cup James� balls, giving
them a gentle rub as his skilful tongue got to work. Draco used his teeth, but
he didn�t bite, soft nibbles that a kitten might do
when being played with.

Draco could
feel James� body starting to buck forwards slightly and he knew he was close.
He began to suck harder, his tongue working faster and his hands looping round
James� firm behind, ready to hold on for when the young Gryffindor would
explode.

James
climaxed with a strident groan, a mix of incoherent words and loud whispers of
Draco�s name � or rather, the name he had given himself (so in future, ifyoneyone found out, it wouldn�t be traced back to him).
James� legs gave way and he was forced to use his arms and hands to hold
himself up as his hips bucked forwards, his seed spilling into Draco who had
deep-throated him.

Draco kept
hold onto James until he was sure that every last drop
had been swallowed before he stood up, wiping the side of his mouth as James
struggled to keep up right.

�Tastes like
peaches,� Draco informed James, licking his lips of the last remains of James�
passion.

�You were� amazing,� James said, his voice
breaking.

�I�m not
even started yet,� Draco said with a cocky smile, taking hold of James� hand
and placing it over himself so James could feel his
own tension. �We need to do something about this.�

James licked
his lips and nodded. �What did you have in mind?�

At these
words Draco leant in and kissed James, letting James taste himself on Draco�s
tongue. Draco sucked on James� own tongue, as James found the clasp on Draco�s
trousers, helping him remove them. Draco�s underwear, funny enough, matched
James�, black boxers with white along the rim. Draco helped James by sliding
them down his legs, being careful of the throbbing pain that they held.

The kiss was
broken and after a moment of looking at each other, James silently nodded,
turning around and bent over the Gryffindor table. James felt very exposed and
a little amused � he would never look at this table the same again.

�Now James,
do you remember the wand work we started last week?� Draco asked, as though he
was a professor and James his student.

�Yes,� James
said, feeling himself grow hard again.

�Shall we
continue where we left off?� Draco asked, reaching into his trousers to pull
out his wand. He traced his name on James� behind as he waited for an answer.

�Oh yes,�
was all James was able to say as on his last word, Draco had slipped his wand
into James, muttering a spell that James didn�t
recognise. �Oh yes,� James repeated,
this time from the wonderful feeling he was experiencing. �Right there.�

Draco
twirled the wand inside of James, making sure that the
lubrication spell he had used would spill all around the inside of James, and
as he pulled out, the ring of his entrance.

�More,� James pleaded, bowing his head so
Draco would not see the pained expression on his face.

�In good
time,� Draco said simply. He took hold of himself, chuckling at the thought
that this must be how a Bludger would feel if it didn�t
try to kill you when holding it. Draco positioned himself, wiping the precum from his own shaft where he would enter James before
he slowly thrust in.

�Oh,� James said, closing his eyes at the
mix of pain and pleasure he was feeling. �Yeeees,� he murmured, cracking his knuckles, wishing he had something to
hold onto.

Draco had
either side of James� hips to hold onto which made it easy (and thanks to the
spell) for him to thrust in and out of James, pushing him to the limit.

James could
feel his own manhood hitting against his stomach with every shove Draco did,
and as he made his way with his hand to touch himself, Draco noticed in time.

�Don�t touch
yourself,� he demanded. �I want you to come from what I�m doing to you, not from you.�

James nodded
and rested his hand back on the table, making grabs at nothing.

�How does
that feel?� Draco asked, shaking his head so the strands of blond fringe would
fall out of his sweaty face.

�So good� I want� want too�� James
pleaded.

�If you
don�t tell me what you want, I can�t give it to you, can I?� Draco said,
squeezing James� flesh where his hands were holding on to.

�I w mus must� come,� James said, unable
to complete a full sentence.

�Is that
all?� Draco asked, trying to sound cool, but failing
as he knew he was close too. �If that�s all.� Draco�s
voice became throaty with every word that came out of his mouth.

Draco thrust
into James with such force and speed that James worried someone might hear them, or worse, that the table would give way and they�d
have to explain what happened.

Both boys
were very close, muttering words to themselves, an �Oh Dragon� here and a �Yes,
James, ohh yes� there.

James felt
himself build up more pleasure that he thought was possible as he orgasmed for the
second time that night, feeling as though Dragon had emptied him of everything,
that all was left was a shell.

It took
Draco a few more minutes before he too orgasmed, emptying himself into James,
grabbing hold of James� hips so tight that James was groaning too, but not as
loud as Draco was.

As both boys
came down from their highs, they laid across the Gryffindor table, James� head
on Draco�s chest, both boys breathing as heavy as if they had ran around the
castle a few times.

James
cuddled up closer to his Midnight Toker, listening to
Draco�s fast-paced heartbeat like it was his favourite
song.

�That� wow,�
James said after a while, laughing quietly that half an hour on he still couldn�t speak probably.

�Thank you,�
Draco said, kissing the top of James� head.

�I have no
idea how you�re going to top next week,� James said, closing his eyes and
looping his arm over Draco�s stomach.

Draco had a
few ideas for then, and they involved a lot of lubrication and the Gryffindor
common room.

The End
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