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Silver Green	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling characters and anything related to Harry Potter do not belong to me; only names of characters not aforementioned in the books or movies. I also do not profit from this story in any way.

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Chapter 11: Fire and Ice

He forced his tongue between his teeth and savagely kissed the raven-haired man. Their breathless kiss turned into pants of excitement. Draco wove his hands into those raven locks and pressed himself as tight as he could against the other teacher. He had him, and that little thought made him deliriously happy.

Harry let his hands wander down Draco's back, letting his nails scratch along his skin.

The blond hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back as the man underneath him continued to gouge long, red marks down his back. Harry noticed Draco's satisfaction through the white, silk boxers and grinned. It seemed that the Potion's professor loved it rough...

He shot up from the mattress and bit down on his neck. Draco almost screamed. “Nnnng! ...Harry...” He said on a sigh.

Harry sucked on the sensitive skin on his neck, bruising the pale flesh under his teeth. Another groan of pleasure. He grabbed his long ponytail and undid the hair tie, letting the gossamer white strands fall around him in waves. In the dim lighting, Harry thought Draco as the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He stopped kissing him for a moment and slowly teased the shirt from his shoulders.

The emotion behind the action wasn't lost to Draco; he simply smiled. He joined them back into the kiss and slipped a hand underneath Harry's dark red boxers. With his long, pale fingers, he noticed the goosebumps that crawled over the Defense professor's thighs and lightly traced his hand over Harry's erection.

Harry jumped from the sudden closure of a hand wrapping around his organ, his moans edging into a whimper of erotica.

“Hmmm... Someone's happy...” Draco teased. He pumped his fist over and over, making Harry breathe hard.

Harry tossed his head this way and that, the threshold of his desire brimming over. And just as he thought he couldn't take any more, Harry's glasses were removed and he was flipped onto his stomach. The sudden movement startled him. He looked back over his shoulder as his boxers were ripped from his hips. He could feel Draco aligning himself to his entrance.

“Draco... Wha...?” A sudden intrusion ripped through Harry. Pain exploded inside of him. He cried out, biting into a pillow to stifle his screams.

The blond apologetically kissed down his spine, whispering, “Are you alright?”

Harry shook his head.

“I'm sorry... I'll go slow...”

Harry nodded, too much in pain to really respond or listen. He just wanted the sharp pain to stop. As soon as the Potion's professor above him moved, he gasped. The pain intensified but receded all at once. Draco bucked his hips again, then withdrew. Eventually, it turned into a mindless rhythm, and then it became just mindless. The pain gradually disappeared, to be replaced with a growing blissful indulgence that Harry found himself craving.

He buried his face and arms into the pillows, moaning into the dark sheets, as the white-haired professor gripped his hips from behind and drove into him. He could feel sweat pooling between their skin as their exertion continued reaching for the pinnacle of climax; could feel lips press against his shoulder blade as he was rocked into oblivion. It was amazing. Mind blowing. His memories were hazy, covered with an impenetrable fog of pleasure. Everything was becoming dark, darker still. He couldn't remember... couldn't remember...

And that's when a light burst from the swirling darkness. His body shook and a wave of pulsating sensuality rippled through his being. He gasped for air, feeling as if he couldn't get enough. His extremities were numb and he orgasmed for what felt like eternity, as he felt himself being filled with liquid desire.

After he began to gain function in his limbs, the raven-haired wizard felt himself instantly slide into a dreamless sleep, unable to hold onto consciousness any longer.

Draco came hard, breath hissing from between his clenched teeth and his eyes squeezed shut. The prone body underneath him quaked with exhaustion in his arms. He collapsed. His long platinum hair was matted and clung to his shoulders and scalp.

As he managed to finally flip over and onto the mattress, he unconsciously grabbed Harry's hand in his and passed out.

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The next morning, Harry's first thought was of how sore he felt all over. His back felt as if someone had snapped it in half over a rock and his head felt ready to split open. Recollections of the night before didn't come to him. He couldn't remember what had happened past drinking goblet after goblet of brandy.

He sat up amidst black sheets and a comforter, massaging his head. The unfamiliar bedding made him stop and take in his surroundings. Everything was blurry. He retrieved his glasses from the steel-lined bedside table, noticing the low stubs of candles melting down a silver candelabra as they continued to burn. Pushing the bridge of his glasses up his nose, he turned to his left, his eyes falling upon the pale naked body of Draco Malfoy.

He became ill to the pit of his stomach.

His white hair was fanned around him in waves and his chest moved ever so slightly to his restful breathing. He looked so innocent and fragile in sleep.

That's what scared Harry about the situation.

Oh Merlin, what had we done last night? Did we...?

All he had to do was look at the hickeys and scratch marks upon Draco's body in order to confirm his suspicions. Disjointed memories flashed in his field of vision, taunting him.

Harry jolted from the bed and picked up his discarded clothes from around the room. Hastily putting them on, he snatched his wand from underneath the four poster bed and stuffed his socks and shoes onto his feet.

He started to remember the moaning from last night, like a specter haunting him.

The door to the bedroom flung open and he passed through the tapestry, making a bee-line for the exit. As soon as he closed the door, Harry ran to the set of stairs that led away from the dungeons corridor and bolted as fast as he could to the Great Hall, trying to look presentable and swatting out the wrinkles from his clothes. He came up with the excuse that he simply overslept in his own chambers last night, seeing as how he never told any one of the meeting. Breakfast was still in progress, so no one would think the wiser.

But he couldn't keep one thought out of his mind as he pasted a smile on his lips and strode between the House tables to his place at the Staff table.

It never happened... it never happened... IT NEVER HAPPENED!

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