Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Lacieve	By : Laureen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2215 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Lacieve
- 1
September First had come around, and it
was the start of Harry�s Seventh year at Hogwarts. Voldemort had been defeated
the previous summer, so for the first time ever Harry was starting a school
year without the threat of a madman lingering above his head. Even so, Harry
was wandering the corridors past curfew, hunched under his invisibility cloak,
and with map in hand. He had a suspicion that while most of the remaining staff
wouldn�t say much if they caught Harry wandering, the fact was that even the
threat of running into Snape or Filch was enough to make sure that Harry
remained hidden.

The Marauder�s Map was held out in front
of Harry with the judicious use of a simple levitate spell, keeping Harry�s
hands free. His time in the war had taught him to be certain he could move
without any hindrance, and holding the map would prove to be one. Constant
vigilance, as Moody would have said, was not something easily forgotten, nor
should it be. Because the map was held out the way it was, Harry could easily
watch the coming and goings of various students and staff; it was not so
surprising, then, that he noticed a dot labelled Draco Malfoy pacing outside
the Room of Requirement. When the dot disappeared through the wall, Harry
hurried.

Draco had been cleared of all charges
shortly after the war had ended. A wizarding portrait of Dumbledore, Harry�s
testimony, various letters containing proof of Draco�s innocence, and best of
all, the lack of a Dark Mark went a long way towards convincing the Wizengamot
to free Draco. Harry had never made a big deal of the fact that he had
testified, and the one time that Draco had tried to thank him for it, Harry had
brushed him off. Draco had been innocent, which was the only reason why Harry
had done it. It surely had nothing to do with the very slight crush that Harry
had nursed over the summer months, and absolutely nothing to do with the brief
kiss they had shared after Voldemort�s death.

Yet even though Draco had been cleared,
Harry was curious as to why Draco would be going to the Room of Requirement
past curfew, especially in light of the last year. Harry would be the first to
admit that he was curious by nature, especially when it concerned a certain
blond Slytherin. Shaking his head to ward off depressing thoughts of the last
year, Harry was surprised to find himself standing outside the room. The door
was still visible, so Harry slipped in, shutting it quietly before folding up
the map and pulling his cloak tighter around himself.

A fireplace dimly lit the room, and the
only furniture was a long sofa in Slytherin green that looked surprisingly
comfortable, and a low table between the sofa and fireplace. Harry glanced around
the room, and watched as Draco pulled what appeared to be a Pensieve out of the
corner. While Draco carried the stone bowl, Harry made himself comfortable in a
corner where he could watch Draco and the table. His eyes widened as Draco set
the bowl down on the table and stepped back, pulling off his shirt and toeing
his shoes off. He�s gorgeous, Harry
thought to himself, unconsciously pressing a hand against his trousers.

Draco sat on the sofa and pressed the tip
of his wand to his temple�brow furrowed in concentration�before he pulled away
a silver thread and placed it inside the bowl carefully. Harry watched as Draco
unfastened his trousers, and shifted forward to press his fingertips to the
runes on the bowl before leaning back. Frowning, Harry leaned back. That wasn�t
how a Pensieve worked; after all, Harry�d quite a bit of experience with
Pensieves, and he was fairly certain that wasn�t right.

A moment after Draco had leaned back into
the comfort of the sofa, there was a low hum and a light fog spilled over the
edges of the bowl. The room began to take on the appearance of a muggle Soap
Opera�s dream sequence, so it was almost expected when Harry watched as a
dream-Draco stepped out of the fog. What wasn�t expected was when a dream-Harry
stepped out after him.

Harry blinked, rubbing his eyes as
dream-Harry was pulled into a hard kiss by dream-Draco. His eyes flickered
between the dream before him and Draco, and was shocked as Draco licked his
lips and began caressing himself. Soon enough Harry was ignoring the dream and
watching Draco as he pushed his trousers down to his ankles, and began pulling
on his hard length. The sound of moaning from both the dream and Draco was
filling the air, and Harry added to it with a soft moan as he pulled the cloak
off and crawled towards Draco�s spot on the sofa.

The only sign that Draco gave to show
that he noticed Harry was a slight widening of his eyes before his head fell
back against the back of the sofa, and his fingers dipped lower, circling his
hole. Harry heard mumbling from Draco before the skin glistened under his
fingers, and Harry moaned at the realisation that Draco had cast a lubrication
charm on himself. Slowly, Draco slid his fingers inside, stretching himself as
Harry pulled off his own shirt and trousers. He fumbled with the waistband of
his pants before getting them off as well, and gently pushing Draco�s hand
away.

�Potter,� Draco moaned, lifting his head
up to meet Harry�s eyes with his own, �hurry up and shag me already.�

Harry laughed breathily, running his
fingers over Draco�s hips before lining his cock up with Draco�s arse. �You
sure?�

�Bloody Gryffindor. Yes, I�m sure. Shag
me already!�

Both boys let out a low moan as Harry
slowly thrust inside Draco, wrapping a hand around the other boy�s cock as he
did so. In the background Harry could hear dream-Harry and dream-Draco moaning
quietly, and was certain he heard them promising each other forever, and
uttering endearments and words of love, and he blushed. Surprised at his own
reaction, Harry quickened his pace, matching the pumping of his fist to the
thrusts of his hips until Harry�s hand was nearly flying over Draco�s cock and
his hips snapping forward fast enough it was almost a blur.

Harry dipped his head down low to bite at
Draco�s nipples, gentle tugs with his teeth before soothing the marks left
behind with his tongue. Draco let out a loud groan as Harry added a twist to
the pull on his cock, and fisted Harry�s hair, holding him in place as he
bucked upwards and came. Harry snapped his hips forward twice more before
coming himself and rolling off Draco to rest beside him.

Draco caught his breath before Harry did
and laughed. �For once I�m glad you were breaking school rules, Potter.� Harry
grinned before turning his head to look at Draco. He was about to reply when
Draco began laughing even harder, clutching his stomach tightly. �Your hair,�
he managed to choke out.

Harry reached a hand up to his hair and
pulled it away covered in come. �Ugh.� He wiped his hand on the sofa before
looking up to where the dream-Draco and dream-Harry were fading away with the
fog. �What was that?�

�That?� Draco grinned. �It was a
Lascieve. It�s like a Pensieve except instead of memories, it holds fantasies.
The Weasley twins designed it. Pretty great, yeah?�

�Yeah,� Harry twisted on the sofa and wrapped
his arms around Draco, pressing a kiss against his neck. �You know what that
other me said?� He waited for the slight nod of acknowledgement from Draco
before continuing. �It was true. Every word.�

�Same here, Potter. Same here.�
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Lacieve