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Just a lapsus	By : Akashavampyr Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Just a lapsus
- 2-Chapter II
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Okay, your reviews were pretty persuasive and so I gave this oneshot another chance. Not sure I should have given my �skills� at writing slash another chance, too, but still. Now, my question is: for chapter three, would you rather have Draco�s side of the following morning or keep on with Harry as he is hounded by Hermione. I don�t particularly care, I can either write the story from both perspectives �though not the whole story, just some chapters with Harry�s viewpoint and some with Malfoy�s- or just from Harry�s. Your choice.

Hope you like it!

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Chapter II

When Harry finally returned to his room, he didn�t have enough energy left to feel ashamed, but he was sure he would beat himself in the morning over the night�s happenings.
He got into the bed and closed the hangings. He wondered if he would manage to catch some sleep at all; it had been weeks since he had had a goodnight�s sleep.

He must have been more tired than he thought, because as soon as his head touched the pillow, he was asleep.
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Harry could tell he was dreaming. He was walking along an unknown corridor, trying to reach its end. He wasn�t even curious about the corridor by now; he had been getting those dreams for months, and nothing ever came out of them. Suddenly, the dream changed. He was in a dark room, barely lit by flickering candlelights. All he seemed to catch were snippets, flashes of the dream. His senses were overloaded, emotion thick in the air and somehow more important than the dream itself. He let himself go, lost in the sensations he could feel coming from the dream. He focused on the images, the flashes he could get, as he was hit by the feelings it projected.
A nip of teeth on lips and thrusting tongues, as two mouths met. A calloused hand pressing onto a pearl-white chest, stroking the soft skin and sliding lower. Soft, pink lips grazing tanned skin, undulating bodies pressed close together. Entwined bodies, dancing in the dark to a silent beat. Moans spilling form sinful, parted lips, mouth open in pleasure. Hot, liquid passion. Eyes closed, head thrown back in the throes of pleasure.
The last thing he saw before waking with a start were grey eyes, darkened in lust, staring at him hungrily.
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When Harry woke he was grateful to see his dorm-mates had yet to wake, because the night�s dream had left him with a little �problem�. Morning �problems� weren�t that uncommon lately in the room �they all were, after all, teenage hormonal boys- but he�d rather no-one see. He was certain he�d blush like mad if someone tried to tease him about it, specially taking into account how he had gotten it. He gathered his toiletries and went to the bathroom, thanking his good luck in silence. He was already under the water spray when his sleepy brain caught up with him and he remembered, with startling clarity, the previous night�s events.

�Holy shit! Please, tell me I didn�t let Malfoy, of all people, shag me into a wall...�

With a groan, Harry let his head rest against the cool tiles.

�Well, at least I know he won�t tell...his father would kill him if he knew he�d shagged the Boy Who Lived, not to mention Voldemort.�

That morning at breakfast Harry kept his head down, making sure to keep his eyes away from the Slytherin table. After a few minutes of looking at his empty plate in silence he felt a gentle nudge against his shoulder. He looked up to find Ron looking at him in concern. For a moment Harry had the terrible certainty that Ron knew what he�d done, but then he realized the redhead was probably worried about his exhausted-looking state. Between roaming the halls thinking about the whole Voldemort issue, his nightmares and...well, Malfoy, he hadn�t been getting much sleep lately.

�Alright there, mate?�

Hermione sat next to him, wearing an identical expression, and fixed him some breakfast before handing him the loaded plate.

�I�m fine, just...tired, I guess.� He mumbled, feeling uneasy. Seeing them exchange alarmed looks, he amended �Just worried about school stuff. I haven�t had any nightmares lately.�

Hermione and Ron shared another look, but Harry wasn�t all that interested in it, too busy avoiding their gazes. What if Malfoy told? He could go to the Prophet with the exclusive and make a fortune. He could just see the headlines: �Will this be the end of the Potter Line: The Boy Who Lived: Gay or Just Experimenting?�

Harry shook his head to clear it from the images suddenly crowding it, and chided himself. Of course Malfoy wasn�t about to tell, he had a reputation to protect. Voldemort and the whole pureblood ideology didn�t look kindly on homosexuality, after all. It went against the continuation of the lines, and taking into account Malfoy was the only Heir to the Malfoy name it was expected of him to produce a heir.

And maybe he wasn�t even gay, maybe he was bisexual or something like that; it wasn�t like Harry had asked him or anything.
Harry sighed, if Malfoy was going to tell, surely he would have done so by now. Still, he breathed a little more easily when he saw the front page of the Prophet dominated by an article on Ministry incompetence.

Right. Now he needn�t worry about the world finding out he�d shagged Malfoy �he only had to figure out if he was gay, and if so, what were the wizarding world�s views on homosexuality.

�Harry?�

The brunet spun his head around to look at Hermione again, worried for a moment the perceptive witch had somehow gotten the gist of that last thought. �Huh?�

�Your essay. The one we have to do for charms?� She talked slowly, drawing out the words as if talking to a child as Harry just stared at her blankly.

She rolled her eyes and huffed. She had the feeling Harry�s brain was not involved in their conversation.

�I guess that means you haven�t started yet.� It wasn�t like she actually expected him to, but still. �We should all go to the library later, finish our homework early and start working on transfiguration. You know MacGonagall said she�ll give us a quiz next week.� She gave Ron a stern look before taking a look at her watch and hastily clearing her plate. Looking like she wanted to sprint out of the room she quickly collected her things, pick up her bag and walked off.

�Why the rush?� Ron asked, looking at Harry. Harry shrugged. He had long ago given up on ever understanding girls, especially Hermione.

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Potions was hard. Well, Harry was hard, but potions was quite difficult, and his wandering attention didn�t help.

By the time Harry and Ron had made it to the dungeons most seats were occupied, the only two empty desks right behind Malfoy. Any other day that wouldn�t have been a problem, but Harry found it almost impossible to look at Malfoy without remembering the previous night�s events. The way Malfoy�s long, strong fingers wrapped around the stirring rod suddenly held a much different significance. When he leaned over his cauldron to check the colour of his potion and his silky hair fell before his eyes Harry couldn�t help but recall the feeling of that soft hair caressing his skin as the blond attacked his neck. When he absentmindedly tapped his pink lips with his finger, Harry could almost feel the ghost of those lips pressing against his own.

Malfoy turned back and sneered at him, and Harry found himself wondering if the sneer had been faked and kind of hoping the blond would take him up on his offer next Tuesday night, even if he hadn�t been thinking at all when he made it.
With a start Harry tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. What would his friends think if they knew? Hell, he wasn�t even sure he was gay and already he was pinning after Malfoy of all people.
Malfoy bent over to pick up a quill Vincent had dropped, and Harry had to look away, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks.
As the class ended Harry rushed off to the bathroom, stopping only to send Ron ahead. He thanked his good star when he found the bathroom empty and entering one of the stalls he locked the door and threw a silencing charm. With jerky motions he pulled his trousers down and freed his erection. Resting his back against the wall he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking himself slowly as he bit back a groan. He closed his eyes, and several flashes came, unbidden, to his mind, reminding him of his dream. Biting his lip Harry came forcefully in his hand.

Casting a cleaning charm Harry groaned. There was no way he could deny it now: he had just wanked to the image of a naked, male body: one with pale grey eyes and blond, silky hair.
Harry soon found himself unable to look at Malfoy without blushing.
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