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Hey all. I decided to write a little porn--seeing as how it makes the world go round and all. It's fast and hard. Forgive me if this sucks.
"Merlin, Potter, can’t you manage to do anything right? We’ll be out here all day at this rate!"
"Shut up, Draco. As I recall, you were the one who had to go and trip me in Potions. It’s not my fault that potion started eating away at Snape’s robes!"
"It is too your fault!" Draco snapped at Harry and tossed another thistleweed into their basket. "If you’d just die like you’re supposed to, none of this would have happened."
"Excuse me? Did you just say what I thought you said?"
"Yeah, I said it, Potter. Want to hex me now, do you?" Draco smirked. "Well do your bloody worst."
"Don’t tempt me." Harry snarled and continued on around the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. "Do we have enough of this weed yet? My feet are killing me."
Draco muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "Not fast enough", but Harry couldn’t be sure, so he decided not to start another fight. After all, that was what had earned them this detention in the first place.
"Walk faster, Potter. We still need to get another couple of bunches of thistleweed or Madame Pomfrey will have our hides."
"Stop acting like I’m one of your servants, Malfoy! Just because you’re a rich, spoilt tosser who thinks the world of--" Harry suddenly trailed off as the sun was abruptly blotted out of the sky. "Was that thunder just now?"
Draco paused briefly to listen; uncertain. "Um, yeah, I think it is." He had no sooner spoken when the sky opened up and completely drenched them in icy rain water.
"Oh shit!" Harry groaned, shivering. "I hate thunderstorms."
"I don’t. I love them." Draco dropped the basket of now soggy thistleweed and threw his head back, his handsome face upturned. "And I love the rain."
Harry watched, amazed, as his rival started spinning dizzily in the downpour--arms outstretched--a rare smile on his face. This was a Draco Malfoy that he’d never seen before.
This was a Draco Malfoy that he’d like to get to know better.
Before he could lose his nerve entirely, he stepped up to the whirling blond Slytherin and grasped his pale hands in his--all without breaking his dizzying momentum. Draco looked shell-shocked for a split second, but soon forgot all about his sworn oath to hate The Boy Who Lived.
Together they spun under icy sheets of rain, gripping each other’s hands tightly--both sets of eyes clenched shut to prevent the stinging rain drops from piercing them. It was a rare moment of all consuming silliness for each boy to enjoy. Laughter rang out around them.
And then Harry opened his eyes.
And gasped.
He didn’t know if it was the rain sluicing down Draco’s smooth, pale skin or maybe it was the fact that the blond still had a sweet smile playing about his lips. Whatever the reason, Harry suddenly wanted to kiss his enemy very very badly.
And right in the middle of their incessant spinning, Harry Potter stepped forward and planted a kiss on Draco Malfoy.
Time stopped and so did they. In fact, Draco was so startled by the unexpected snog, that he ended up tripping and falling onto his back on the wet earth--taking Harry down with him.
"What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter?!"
Harry leaned in once again and licked Draco’s trembling lower lip. "If you have to ask, maybe I’m doing it wrong." He pressed his wet mouth to his enemy’s again and lapped seductively at the rain water pooling there.
It didn’t take long for Draco to respond to the kiss and he pulled Harry down on top of him more securely, wrapping his arms around his neck in the process. The kiss deepened as soft, wet tongues lapped against each other gently at first, and then harder.
Draco felt like he was drowning. He felt like he wanted to protest, but the moment was way too intense to ruin. And he was shocked to admit to himself that he actually wanted this. Wanted his sworn enemy on top of him, kissing him and grinding his hard cock into his own. Draco could do nothing but whimper as he allowed Harry’s sweet tongue access to his willing mouth.
Harry groaned as white hot pleasure suffused his entire being. He never knew rubbing against someone else--especially a boy--could feel so damn good. He angled his body differently and ground down harder into Draco’s erection.
"So...good..." Harry moaned, his fingers scrabbling to find Draco’s zipper. He was rapidly spiraling out of control. The sight of Draco’s kiss swollen lips and lust filled gaze, compared with the erotic feeling of the rain beating down on them both, was slowly driving him mad. He had to feel skin against him now.
Right. Fucking. Now.
"God, Potter." Draco muttered, letting his legs fall wantonly apart and angling his hips so that he could thrust back against the Gryffindor. "Oh God..."
"Sorry." Harry whispered feverishly against the blond’s lips.
"For-for what?"
"For ripping your shirt." And with that barely said, Harry yanked the expensive white dress shirt apart--right down the middle--hormones making him irrational. He had to get to his rival’s beautiful pale pink nipples which were taunting him from behind the wet, see through white of the cloth. Once Draco’s chest was bared, Harry immediately latched onto a nipple and began sucking and biting at it in a frenzy. Draco arched into his mouth and grasped his dark hair in both fists, yanking him closer.
"Don’t stop, Harry. Please.." Draco didn’t care that he was begging. All his incoherent mind could focus on was how Harry Potter was making him feel.
And Harry didn’t stop. He was like a man possessed--his hot mouth nipping relesslyssly at Draco’s nipples until they hardened; one hand shoved down the front of the Slytherin’s trousers, fingers awkwardly stroking the shaft there.
Draco whimpered and pulled Harry close for a kiss again. He needed more. He needed his enemy’s cock up his arse,pounding him into the ground.
"Harry.." Draco panted. "Harry, I want you to fuck me."
Harry wasted no time. He sat up and yanked down his own zipper and pushed his pants down around his knees. Then he yanked off Draco’s. Fumbling for his wand, he muttered a quick "Lubricus" spell to cause a clear gel like substance to coat his fingers.
Hovering above Draco once again, he parted the other boy’s legs and pressed his knees up towards his chest. Running a soothing hand over Draco’s chest, as if to calm him, he positioned a slick finger at the blond’s entrance. Not wanting the rain to wash off the much needed lubricant, Harry couldn’t play around as much as he liked. He slid first one finger, then two inside Draco’s arse, gradually loosening him up.
Draco moaned in pleasure as Harry finger fucked him slowly and efficiently--each stroke brushing against his prostrate and causing him to shudder in ecstasy. Finally, Draco couldn’t take it anymore. He clutched at Harry desperately.
"Please..." He whimpered. "Please, Harry."
Harry couldn’t wait any longer himself. He quickly coated his throbbing erection with the lube and hiked Draco’s legs once more in the air. Spreading his rival’s pale legs as far as they could go, he rammed himself deep inside of Draco. Both boys cried out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. It didn’t take long for Harry to start to move in and out, his head thrown back from the sensations.
"Oh fuck, Draco..you’re so good..so tight." Harry babbled.
Draco could only moan in response.
The freezing rain continued to pour down upon the two boys, their slick bodies writhing together in an age old rhythm. The cold didn’t bother them as they were generating their own heat. Harry bent down to engage Draco in a hot, wet kiss; tongues thrusting into the other’s mouth. Draco reached down and began stroking himself in time with Harry’s hard thrusts. He was so close...
"Yes. Yes. Oh, Merlin, yes!" Draco muttered into his lover’s ear and came--violently. His entire body shook from the force and he could do nothing but cling onto Harry and hope for the best.
A few deep thrusts later and Harry was following him over that wonderful precipice; Draco’s name on his lips. They lay together like that afterwards, arms and legs completely entwined, silence hovering about except for the rain. Eventually, Draco nudged the other boy off of him after complaining that Harry was too heavy. They lay next to each other for a while letting the rain wash away the evidence of their frenzied coupling.
After a moment or two, Harry spoke up.
"So, that was--"
"Yeah--" Draco countered.
"Really and--"
"So unexpected--"
"But good, right?" Harry was worried.
Draco shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "It was all right."
Harry was insulted. "All right? Just all right? Fuck you, Malfoy!"
"Well, what do you want me to say? That it was the best damn lay of my entire life so far and that I want for us to definitely do it again?"
"Well," Harry said grudgingly. "That’s better and...it couldn’t hurt."
"Nothing except my pride, of course." Draco muttered, but smirked to let Harry know he was teasing. "Oh and Potter?"
"What?"
"You owe me a new shirt."
~FIN
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