Rating: NC17

Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at the blonde haired goddess under him. This was definitely not howhad had expected to be spending his first night back at Hogwarts, but he had been unable to simply turn and walk away once he’d laid eyes on the slender blonde as he entered the tower.

He’d simply stood there for a moment when he first opened to door. The outline of her seemed to glow in the pale light of the moon. Her soft tendrils hanging down covering her face from his view as she looked down at her lap.

He probably should have left. The door was locked after all, a problem which was quickly solved by the alohomora spell and a flick of his wand. Why it didn't occur to him that the tower might be occupied was a mystery to him. It was obvious whoever she was; the girl had probably wanted to be alone. This is what he kept telling himself even as he found his footsteps moving closer until he was gazing down at her.

Shifting on his feet, he suddenly found himself unable to breathe. As the clearest pair of Bluish-grey eyes that he had ever seen captured him. The astonished look on the young girl’s face as she looked up at him sent a small little shiver down his spine. Blinking several times, he finally managed to find his voice….

He knew he should have left; it was obvious she had wanted to be alone from her tone. The bright flash of her eyes as she glared at him from where she sat looking up at him at halted any movement he had thought of doing.

Instead of moving away he found himself moving closer towards her as she watched him.

Glancing down at her clothes for the first time, Harry frowned a little at the Slytherin robes around her, and for a moment wondered how it was he’d never noticed her before. Surely he would have remembered meeting the girl before, even if it were across the dinner tables in the great hall.

No, he studied the Slytherins in great detail at meal times. One silvery blonde in particular but that was of another mr. Nr. No, whoever this was, she was definitely someone who Harry had never seen before, although she did look strangely familiar. It was as if his mind wanted to place her somewhere, but couldn’t. Of course this did nothing to explain the reason behind why he was reluctant to simply turn around and walk away, nor why he was currently wrapped around her now kissing her. It hadn’t been his intentions, but Merlin help him once his skin touched hers the need to taste, to touch, to feel had taken over.

Vanilla and cherry spice seemed to permeate through his brain as he delved his tongue deeper into her mouth. How could someone taste so good? He thought as explored the inside of the warm cavern before his mouth suddenly ripped away from the sweet taste to travel down the length of neck and lower capturing one rosy nipple between his teeth and tugging gently.

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Clenching his hands against the stone floor, Draco moaned as Harry suddenly captured one nipple between his teeth gently tugging on the sensitive peak. The actions sent warm heat throughout his body making him shudder. "H.hharry...ooooh" moaned Draco softly as the dark haired boy gently moved repeating the same motion with the other peak tracing his tongue down the valley in-between.

The trail of heat that seemed to follow down the path that the dark haired Gryffindor was trailing along his body was almost unbearable as every fiber of his being felt as if it were on fire. No one had ever made him feel this way. No one had ever made his body react like this. Maybe it was bee hee he was in female form; for once Draco didn’t care as the faint sounds of unintelligible moans above him sent prickling sensations along his skin as the seion ion moved lower along his abdomen

Biting his lower lip at the first feel of Harry between his thighs, Draco arched up squirming against the invading tongue at his core. Merlin, he wanted to scream and to shout to heaven for this. Tangling his hands in dark strands Draco became lost in the sensation of being sent over the jagged edge before being pulled back

This was pure sweet torture for the young blonde as he squirmed beneath the invading source of pleasure between his legs. Clutching tightly at the smooth tendrils of Harry's hair, Draco looked up at the darkened sky above. The shimmering stars above sparkled with each pleasuring ripple that Harry's tongue was sending through him.

Panting heavily, Draco sighed as his mouth was suddenly covered once again with the feel of soft lips demanding entrance. The taste was intoxicating as he realized he tasted himself on the other boy. The sensation of Harry’s throbbing member resting gently between their bodies only further sending the white-hot heat through the center of him was causing him to squirm underneath the dark haired boy.

Pulling Harry closer, Draco wrapped his legs tightly around the smooth waist above him. His mouth still claimed as the feeling of tearing inside his body sent a small wince through him as the dark haired Gryffindor finally claimed his female form.

The pain, although unexpected, was momentary as the feel of Harry’s movements soon sent waves of passion through the young blonde as each thrust seemed to stretch Draco’s young body more and more as he moved to meet the dark haired boy’s movements.

Feeling the heat building up inside him as he clutched against the sweat glistening sheen of Harry’s body, Draco shut his eyes tight as he held onto the other boys’ body. The feel of Harry’s invading tongue in his mouth as he explored the deep recesses of the blonde, making Draco moan slightly in ecstasy. The taste of himself mixed with that of Harry's was delicious and intoxicating leaving him feeling like he'd downed a whole bottle of Firewhisky. Each thrust from Harry above him went deep into his body over and over again. He tilted the Slytherin a little as if desperately trying to get further into that warm body before he finally spilled his seed into that warm empty cavern deep inside the young blonde.

The echoing screams of fulfillment that surely would have filled the air, was lost in the ripples of their combined mouths as they slowly climbed back down from their orgasms.

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Gasping as he finally pulled away Harry looked down at the blonde below him. Her silver eyes glazed as they looked back up at him. Both of their breathing was heavy as they seemingly tried to take in all the air they could possible get.

Reaching up to brush a few strands of hair away from the young blonde’s face, Harry was captured by the specs of blue in the silver eyes as they connected with the emeralds of his.

"Lilly" breathed Harry softly.

The soft smile that had played at the edges of the young blondes’ mouth as Harry looked down, suddenly faded away as a wave of shock and something else shattered in Draco at the sound of the raven-haired boys’ voice.

Suddenly pushing at the dark haired boy above him, Draco sat up and grabbed for his discarded clothes around him. He slipped the large robe of his Slytherin house over his naked form to cover himself up.

Scrambling away from the inviting warmth of the confused Gryffindor, Draco got up quickly nearly stumbling before being suddenly held captive by two strong arms. Closing his eyes and leaning back against Harry’s chest, Draco shut his eyes tight in frustration.

Merlin, he was so stupid, for a moment everything had been perfect. He was in Harry’s arms like he had spent so many nights dreaming of. Granted yes, they were under very different circumstances. He wasn’t a Damn Girl…it was him Draco Malfoy, not this. No, this was not his fantasy.

Twisting around as he pushed away from Harry, Draco looked at the dark haired Gryffindor. The sight was nearly his undoing. The bright crimson sheen of the raven-haired boy’s skin as the moonlight shined down upon Harry's nude form giving the raven haired boy an ethereal glow.

"Lilly, I think we…

"This shouldn’t have happened," said Draco interrupting him.

Grabbing the rest of his things off the floor, Draco turned, leaving behind a very confused boy who lived.

~*~

Slamming closed the door to his room; Draco threw the clothes he carried down on the ground, his breathing heavy from overwhelming feelings. How could he have been so stupid to believe that Potter had actually wanted him, Draco Malfoy? The sound of Harry’s voice calling him Lilly had been like a cold bucket of ice water over him, shattering his fantasy around him.

Reaching round in his robes for the knife, Draco let it slide in his hands, before pressing the blade against the smooth skin of his wrists. This was what he had wanted to do before Harry had interrupted him. This was why he’d gone to the tower, to end it all or maybe to feel something. All he felt was numbness as if he really wasn’t here anymore. That was until Harry had touched him.

The feel of the Harry’s touch had sent awareness through him that he’d been unable to feel before. Now the lack of those emotions was like the air had been ed oed out of him leaving him with a dull ache inside.

Shouting in frustration, Draco flung the knife away from him and sent it crashing into the top of the dark wood dresser shattering the beautiful mirror.

Crawling into the bed and wrapping his arms tightly around the soft feather pillow, Draco pushed himself further into the comforting warmth. Silently the tearsl anl and the darkness soon overtook him. He fell asleep forgetting that he was still in female form.

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