Announcements | By : Katsumai Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author Note: So, this is my first fanfiction
on the new site… which is kinda sucky,
cause I lost all of my wonderful reviews. I will try
my best to get my former stories reposted, as well as finished! Also, this is
my first posted one-shot…
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco and the
rest of the cast don’t belong to me… I wish they did…
Harry
Potter and Draco Malfoy were fed up.
It was the
one time that the two boys had actually united together in order to get rid of
and fix something. It was the one time that they had paired and joined forces,
forgotten prejudice, the teachers were amazed, there friends were shocked.
And
everyone else, well, they were simply amused.
Harry had
posted the flyers and Draco had threatened the people he knew were involved
into coming. Two different tactics, but they worked none the less. People who weren’t invited to the meeting
came anyway, just to see if the rumors that the two were helping one another
were true.
That is
how, on a Friday night, at 9:00 PM,
there came to be over 75 girls, 23 curious boys and even a couple of teachers,
in the Room of Requirement on the seventh floor corridor.
“Uhh… Umm…
Order, Order!” Harry yelled over the chattering of the crowd in the large
room. The students continued chattering
and Harry gave a seemingly desperate look at Draco, who rolled his eyes and set
off a loud bang with his wand.
“Oi! Shut
up, all of you, we have something to say and I don’t want to be in a truce with
this prat longer then needs be.” Draco shouted to the now semi-silent room.
Harry
glared at Draco, the look clearly said that the feeling was mutual, he then
continued on with his speech, “I assume a lot of you know why we both called
this meeting…” He stopped and chuckled when he heard Draco mutter something
along the lines of, “Sick… completely sick…” then he continued, “There are
some… interesting stories and… uh um… photos going around the school.”
People
started to chuckle and a couple of girls turned the most interesting shade of
scarlet. A few of the girls looked quite confused, and a couple of the boys
were also blushing profusely. It was an
interesting mix of confusion and guilt.
“Anyways,
Malfoy and I wanted to let you all know…” Harry was cut off by a very furious
and irritated Malfoy.
“We aren’t
together you sick bastards! We never will be together, and hell the thought of
us kissing makes me puke! I can’t believe you all think of us screwing after we
fight and almost kill each other. I can’t believe you make me get him pregnant!
That isn’t humanly possible! Even in the bloody wizzarding world! I don’t want
to find magicked pictures of us snogging in a hallway, or in a bathroom, a bath
tube or snogging in anyway! If I find out who did this… and I haven’t cursed
you already… watch out.” Draco fell back into the chair with a huff and glared
at the crowded room.
Harry blinked
and laughed a small bit, the situation wasn’t really that funny, and he did
agree with Draco that it was sick and wrong and disgusting, however, he was
planning on telling them a bit nicer. Draco’s way however, seemed to have the
desired effect… he was actually planning on congratulating the boy until he
heard…
“Probably
wouldn’t be able to meet my standards anyways.”
“What!?” Harry turned and faced the boy, “What was that
Malfoy?”
Draco got
that smirk, the one he always got when he knew he had gotten a rise out of
Harry, “I said, you probably aren’t that good anyways.
I have high standards Potter, I can almost guarantee, you don’t meet them.”
Harry
blinked and then responded with another sarcastic smirk, neither of them had
noticed the room had gone dead silent at this point and all eyes were on the
two boys in the front of the room.
“Are you
implying that I happen to be a bad kisser Malfoy?” Harry asked innocently,
shifting closer to the smaller blonde.
“No, I’m
implying you probably kiss about as well as you make potions, Potter.” Draco
said with a devious smile, until he noticed the close proximity of the boy.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing Potter?”
Harry put
on a look of innocent evil, “Showing you I kiss as well as I play
Quidditch.” With that said he leaned in
and kissed the small blonde snake.
It truly
wasn’t because he liked the boy; he simply wanted to prove a point. He wasn’t
thinking right then, or it was doubtful he would have done it in front of a
whole room filled with yaoi fan boys and girls. He simply wanted to show the
boy that if he truly didn’t want to kiss the boy who lived… he had to raise his
standards.
Draco sat
in a stunned shock for a moment when he felt the other boy’s lips press against
his gently at first, simply caressing and soothing. Nothing demanding, but
something that one would expect from a lover. Then, was even more shocked when
the kiss deepened and got a bit greedier. Draco, figuring he had already lost
the battle when he felt hands snake around his neck and pull his head closer,
kissed the boy back.
Harry
smiled softly when he felt the boy kissing him back. He knew he would win this
battle and probed his tongue lightly against the other boy’s lips, demanding an
entrance. He was almost shocked when he felt Draco reluctantly open up and
immediately tasted the essence that was Draco Malfoy. It was a mixture of
chocolate and mint, something else that was unidentifiable to Harry, yet it was
the sweetest taste in the world.
Draco
couldn’t believe himself; he let himself kiss the Gryffindor back. He had
actually allowed the half-bloods tongue into his mouth. Worse of all… he was
enjoying it. He slipped his hands around the boy’s waist, fingering the bottom
of the boy’s shirt, simply to give his fingers something to do. Not to mention
something else to think about… hell, he was snogging the boy who lived… he
needed all the distractions he could get.
Harry
shivered softly as he felt the hem of his shirt being fiddled with. He had never
pinned Draco for one to play while kissing, he had always imagined him to be
one to be concentrated, much like he was when he worked on potions. He however was, more of a fiddler, and that,
for some reason started to turn Harry on just slightly. He gasped softly when
he felt the hand that had been playing with the end of his shirt run up his
back. His body was slowly getting
covered in Goosebumps and he shivered when the cool hand continued to make
contact with his warm flesh.
Draco had
run his hands up the boy’s shirt on pure instinct, he didn’t think about the
consequences of his actions until he felt the boy pull him onto his lap and
felt the erection pressing into his leg. He twitched as he felt himself harden
in response. He shivered, though from
pleasure or disgust, he wasn’t sure.
Harry
gasped when he felt the boy erection pressing back into his own, breaking the
passionate kiss in doing so, he looked at the boy now on his lap with lust
filled eyes. He saw his own shocked and pleasured expression reflected back in
the blondes.
“Not good
enough to kiss, eh, Malfoy?” Harry said, shifting the boy on his lap slightly
so there erections brushed together, causing the blonde to gasp. “I disagree.”
Draco
glared back at the boy who lived, “You started something, don’t end unless you
plan to finish, Potter.” He leaned forward and purred in the boy’s ear, “oh,
and by the way…” He managed to flip the two boys over so Harry was the one
straddling Draco, “I top.”
Harry was
shocked when he found himself on top of the smaller blonde Slytherin, but soon
lost that sensation when he felt his neck being covered in feather soft kisses,
and the occasional nip or two. He hissed
when he felt the boy nip behind his ear, one of his weakest points. He sighed out as the sensations flew over the
boy in a million pieces and seconds, overwhelming him.
Draco
continued his assault on the boy’s body, tasting the salty sweet flavor that
was unique to the Boy-Who-Lived. He chuckled as he felt the boy moan and squirm
beneath him. He looked beautiful flushed while being tortured in a new way by
his enemy. He broke the kiss for only a second, simply long enough to pull off
the boys shirt.
He paused
and admired the view. The boy was well built, with muscles from Quidditch work-outs.
The blonde boy had often seen the taller darker haired boy working out before
and after classes, when the fields had been closed or had it been off season.
His body was tan, a left over form a summer probably spent on the beach with
his adoring family, being treated like a prince. He had the prince of the
wizzarding world in his lap.
Harry
helped the boy remove his shirt, moaning softly when fingers were run softly
and tickly over his chest. Causing his skin to become hyper sensitive and
making goose bumps appear on his arms with the slightest touch. He gasped and
shut his eyes immediately when he felt the snake’s mouth attack his nipple,
making one hard and then moving to tease the other. The boy’s tongue seemed abnormally long while
sliding down the boy’s tan stomach, following his happy trail to the waist of
the pants he had worn to the room of requirement.
Draco
enjoyed the noises he got from teasing the boy, the gasps, the moans and the
small mews the Gryffindor made were truly pathetic, not at all brave and strong
as the Lion was supposed to be. When he finally reached the golden boys
package, he sent a look up at the Gryffindor, “Big, liar or small, Potter?” He
mocked, running his hand along the waist line of the boy’s pants.
Harry chuckled,
“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you Malfoy?” He then lifted his hips
to help the blonde remove the remainder of his clothing. He would have laughed
out loud at the look on the blondes face when he saw Harry fully undressed, however
his member was engulfed a moment later. He gasped as he felt himself being laid
on a bed, which had appeared out of need, then gasped as his member was
immediately been engulfed.
Draco
swirled his tongue around the tip of the boys member, running it across the tip
he listened to the noises his partner made, trying to find the most pleasurable
and sensitive spots to please him. He smirked around the boys
dick as he watched Harry clutch first the sheets, then his blonde hair, and
attempt to thrust into Draco’s mouth.
Harry was a
bundle of nerves and goo at this point. Moaning and
writhing beneath the snake, he couldn’t form a coherent thought or sentence.
His mind was a mess and he briefly thought he heard Professor McGonagall squeak
in shock. That however wasn’t possible.
“Damn it
Draco, don’t tease.” He moaned softly, nipping at the boys
neck, “Please… screw me.”
Draco froze
his ministrations at the blunt plea from the Lion below him. He then smirked
and leaned closer, whispering softly, seductively into the boys ear, “Aww, what a pretty plea, Potter, I might just do that.”
Harry’s
eyes snapped open as he felt himself being penetrated slowly, yet abruptly.
When the heck had he removed his pants? It didn’t matter; he was slowly getting
the feeling of being filled. He cried out when he felt Draco sheathed fully
inside of him. “Move… Gods, move…” He
mutter softly only to cry out once again when his wish was fulfilled.
Draco was loving the feeling of being inside the tight, hot, body
that was the Boy-Who-wouldn’t-die. He shifted, chuckling when the boy below him
cried out, and begged for the only relief Draco could give him.
Movement.
Draco
pulled out slowly, then thrusted in with many, quick little thrusts, not
pausing for one break. He panted and listened to the noises his now lover were
making. Mews, purrs, moans, grunts and screams could be heard through out the
room, which was no longer silent.
Finally,
both boys came simultaneously, crying out one another’s names in passion and
fulfillment. It was then they heard the applause.
Both boys
turned to look, they had forgotten they were in the room of requirement, giving
a speech about not accusing/fantasying about things they had just done.
Draco
quickly muttered a cleaning spell and pulled up his pants while Harry dived
under the covers and summoned his clothing.
Draco
cleared his throat, “As you can see, this isn’t a possibility, and it won’t
EVER happen, so please, stop.”
Harry
smirked and climbed back out onto the bed, “Yes, it isn’t, so please, stop with
the fanclubs, and the fiction, and get over it.”
Then they
sent one another a look, a look that clearly stated, “Same time, next week.”
The next
morning new pictures were posted in the abandon hallways at Hogwarts
Castle, this however… had nothing to do with Magick.
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