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Dear Sweet Circe	By : Menecarkawan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Dear Sweet Circe
- 1
DISCLAIMER: I am not now, nor have
I ever been J. K. Rowling. I have
nothing you want, so don�t sue me. No
money is being made from the writing of this fic. It is for the sole purpose of entertaining people with minds as
dirty as mine. *Smirks*

AUTHOR�S NOTE:
This is a one shot with absolutely no point. Is SLASH. No like? No read.
Simple, isn�t it?

Dear Sweet Circe

ONE

Harry was restless.
He paced the empty corridors of Hogwarts, trying to clear his mind, but
was unable to do so. Ever since Malfoy
had taken the post of Charms professor at the beginning of the year, Harry had
been restless. He simply couldn�t get
the blonde out of his mind. Pacing was
not helping, but it was better than sitting alone in his rooms, wondering what
the hell was wrong with him. Years spent
alone and lonely could do that to a person.

�Late night?� a voice drawled ahead of him, causing Harry to
gasp and freeze in place. Dear sweet
Circe, he didn�t need this now.

�Couldn�t sleep,� he muttered, turning around to head back
to his rooms. He hadn�t counted on his
obsession being out as well.

�Bad dreams?� Malfoy asked, falling into step beside him,
obviously having missed the brush off for what it was. Or, perhaps he�d just decided to ignore
it. That seemed like something he would
do.

Harry, whose heart rate had risen for no explainable reason,
chose not to answer.

�I know the feeling,� Malfoy said gently.

�Was there something you wanted?� Harry asked. He�d meant to sound threatening and
unfriendly, but for some reason he didn�t want to think about, he sounded
almost breathy. He cursed himself
thoroughly, before cursing Malfoy as well for good measure.

�I saw you walking,� Malfoy replied. He sounded almost� hesitant, but that
couldn�t be. Could it? �I thought you might like some company.�

�Since when have you cared?� Harry asked, coming to a halt
and turning fully to face Malfoy. The
moonlight streaming into the windows glinted off his silvery hair, making him
look almost ethereal. Harry�s breath
caught in the back of his throat.

Malfoy looked strangely disappointed. �I thought we were passed this,� he muttered.

�Passed what?� Harry whispered, unable to produce anything
louder at the moment. His heart was too
busy dancing the Mamba to allow for anything else.

Malfoy seemed to hear something in Harry�s voice that Harry
hadn�t intended because he took a step closer.
�Petty school boy rivalries,� Malfoy replied. His voice was deeper than his usual tenor and went straight to
Harry�s cock.

Harry stiffened, unsure what to think or do in this
situation. It wasn�t right for him to
react this way to another man. It
wasn�t normal. Problem was, he couldn�t
help himself. Malfoy had always been
his obsession, only now it was more sexual than anything else. Harry swallowed nervously, but still said
nothing. He wasn�t sure he could speak
through the sudden dryness in his mouth.

Malfoy took another step forward, so Harry took a step
back. �Cat got your tongue?� Malfoy
asked seductively, coming yet closer.

Harry continued to remain silent and back up until he hit
the wall behind him. �I�� He swallowed again, trying to force his
voice to work. �I was preoccupied,� he
mumbled.

Malfoy leaned forward, placing a hand on the wall on either
side of Harry�s head, effectively trapping him. �With what?� he purred.

�Erm,� Harry gasped.
Malfoy was so close to him, close enough to touch. Harry could feel the heat radiating from the
pale body. He closed his eyes, trying
to erase the image from his mind. �I
can�t remember,� he lied, trying to will his traitorous erection away. He�d been in few relationships in the past,
but the one�s he had been in had always ended badly. He simply couldn�t get aroused with the
women he�d dated. The one time he�d
managed was with Ginny Weasley, just after the war had ended. That time, he�d imagined Malfoy in his head
the whole time. Ginny had broken up
with him shortly after, saying they weren�t compatible that way, but she had
remained a close friend. Harry�s
erection flagged when he thought of what a freak he was.

�What�s wrong?� Malfoy whispered, so close that Harry could
feel his breath on his ear.

�I� what are you doing?� he whispered in return, finally
opening his eyes. Malfoy�s eyes were
dilated more than was necessary with the dim light in the corridor.

Malfoy smiled, really smiled, for the first time in
Harry�s memory. His cock sprang back to
life with a vengeance. �I�m taking your
mind off your problems,� he said. His
voice, so condescending on his best days was low and seductive, his trademark
drawl completely gone.

�Oh,� Harry breathed, his mind not working properly. He simply didn�t know what to say to this.

�Is it working?� Malfoy asked.

Harry finally got some control back and placed his hands on
Malfoy�s chest. �Stop,� he
whispered. �We� I� we can�t� we
shouldn�t��

�Why not?� Malfoy
was whispering in his ear again.

�Please, Malfoy,� Harry begged, not sure anymore what he was
begging for.

�Draco,� Malfoy said.

�What?�

Malfoy gave another beatific smile. �My name is Draco.�

�This is wrong,� Harry muttered, his eyes drifting closed
without any input from his brain.

�Why?� Malfoy asked, moving close enough that his body was
touching Harry�s.

�You�re� I�m�� Harry
didn�t even know how to protest this.
He wanted it so much. He was so
frightened of it. He couldn�t
breath. He wanted it to stop. He never wanted it to end.

�Men?� Malfoy chuckled.
�Your point?�

�It�s not natural,� Harry whimpered, even as Malfoy�s lips
descended on his throat.

�Why isn�t it?� he asked, moving around Harry�s neck to kiss
the other side. �I�ve always wanted
you, Harry. Always.�

The sound of his name dropping from those wicked lips
destroyed Harry�s resolve. Part of his
mind was protesting this vehemently, but the rest of him never wanted those
lips to stop kissing him. He�d never
been so powerfully aroused.

�Please,� he begged again, but this time he knew what he
wanted. His arms wrapped around
Malfoy�s neck and suddenly he was being kissed. It was the best kiss he could ever remember. Even in his fantasies it had never felt this
good, this heated, this right. He
didn�t care if he was freak anymore. He
didn�t care if it wasn�t natural, or normal.
All he cared about was that Malfoy (Draco, his mind whispered)
never stopped kissing him.

�Tell me what you want, Harry,� Draco purred, sucking
Harry�s earlobe into his mouth.

�Circe,� Harry gasped, pulling Draco to him and tilting his
head back at the same time. �I don�t
know. Gods� please� I don�t know.�

Draco pulled away, caressing Harry�s face gently.

Harry was nearly in tears; he was so confused.

�Look at me, Harry,� Draco said. �Open your eyes and look at me.�

Harry obeyed, his breathing fast, his heart beating faster
still. Draco�s eyes were intense with
emotion. Harry had never seen anything
so beautiful before.

Draco was studying him intently, seemingly trying to solve a
complicated puzzle. �You�ve been
denying this for years, haven�t you?� he asked.

Harry�s breath hitched and he was horrified to feel tears
slipping from his eyes. He nodded.

�Why?� Draco asked, his voice gentle.

Harry closed his eyes.
�I didn�t want to be a freak,� he whispered.

The hand on his face continued caressing, wiping away his
tears most gently. �Oh, my Harry,�
Draco said. �You�re not a freak. Not to me.
Not ever. Don�t you know how
magnificent you are?�

Harry was trembling.
He shook his head. �Please,� he
whispered. �I don�t want to be alone
anymore.� He was horrified the moment
the words left his mouth.

�Never again, my Harry,� Draco whispered before those
exquisite lips descended again, his warm tongue invading Harry�s mouth. Harry welcomed it happily and groaned when
he felt Malfoy�s hard length grinding into his own.

�Sweet Merlin,� he gasped, holding onto Malfoy�s shoulders
for support. He�d never been so aroused
in his life, not even when having erotic dreams. Malfoy�s hands were all over him, his devilish mouth doing
wonderful things to Harry�s neck. Harry
knew he was sure to have love bites tomorrow, but he couldn�t seem to make
himself care.

TWO

Harry smelled like peppermint. It wasn�t what Draco had always imagined. Draco imagined Harry would smell like
cinnamon and musk and heavy arousal. He
liked the peppermint. It seemed to fit
Harry�s innocent personality. Only
Harry Potter could come through war and loss and still be innocent on the other
side.

�Sweet Merlin,� Harry gasped, sounding wanton. Draco growled low in his throat, ready to
burst just from that one whispered exclamation. Harry was grinding against him, kissing his neck and face, his
hands grabbing hold of every bit of Draco he could reach. Draco was so close, but he held himself
tightly in check, not wanting this end, afraid that Harry would run away as
soon as it did.

�Yes, Harry,� he purred into Harry�s ear, pushing him more
firmly against the wall. He pushed his
hard cock against Harry�s; pleased that he had elicited this kind of reaction
from the man he�d been in love with for years.
If he�d known it would have been this easy, he would have approached
Harry sooner. Harry�s answering groan
spurred him on, assuring him that Harry was enjoying this intimate moment
together. Harry�s body was so tight
against him; he could feel the hard muscles beneath the fabric of Harry�s robes
rippling against his hands. He slid his
hands down Harry�s back to grab his firm ass, pushing their erections more
firmly together.

�Jesus!� Harry hissed, holding Draco more tightly. Draco wasn�t entirely certain who Jesus was,
but he recognized it as a Muggle exclamation.
�I can�t� I don�t�� Harry was muttering, even as he continued to grind
against Draco.

�Tell me, Harry,� Draco murmured through his heavy
breathing. He continued to caress
Harry�s ass, wishing he was inside that tight heat, but knowing Harry wasn�t
ready for that yet.

�Please,� Harry whimpered.
�Don�t stop!�

Draco pulled his head back and kissed Harry passionately,
pleased when Harry�s tongue began dueling with his with no hesitation. Harry�s motions became more frenzied and
then he buried his face in Draco�s neck as his orgasm washed through him,
continuing to thrust against Draco�s pelvis.

The beautiful whimpers of Harry�s release further inflamed
Draco�s desire and he pushed Harry into the wall more firmly, thrusting three
more times before the most intense orgasm he�d ever experienced crashed over
him, his hips jerking out of his control as spurt after spurt of semen exploded
from him. He held tight to Harry as his
breathing calmed before whispering, �Gods, Harry, that was amazing.�

Harry still had his head buried in Draco�s neck, but he
nodded shakily.

�Professors?� a very curious female voice asked to Draco�s
left. He turned to look at her so fast
he cricked his neck. He was still
breathing heavily.

�Vexare,� he said, trying to sound somewhat imposing.

Vexare gulped nervously.
�Is� is everything all right?� she asked.

Harry chuckled against Draco�s neck before lifting his head
to regard the student. �We�re fine,
Amanda,� he said. Draco was a bit irked
that Harry had managed to sound more normal than he had.

�What are you doing out?� Draco growled.

Vexare stepped back a bit.
�I was just coming back from my Prefect duties,� she said. �I was headed back to the tower.�

�Don�t let us stop you then,� Draco sneered. It gave him great satisfaction to see her
scamper passed them and out of sight.

Harry chuckled again, burying his face back into Draco�s
neck.

�And what, pray tell, do you find so amusing?� Draco drawled
fondly.

Harry leaned back to look at him, his green eyes sparkling
for the first time in recent memory.
�Rumors shall abound tomorrow, I expect,� he said with a grin.

�That should prove interesting,� Draco replied.

�They�ll most likely be that you were trying to smother me.�

Draco smirked. �I
imagine she saw more than you think she saw.�

A red tinge began creeping up Harry�s neck and into his
cheeks, barely visible in the pale moonlight.
�Maybe I�ll just resign and hide in your rooms then.�

Draco�s smirked turned into a smile and he pulled Harry
close. �You�d be more than welcome,� he
said.

Harry sighed against him but said nothing.

�Still think you�re a freak?� Draco asked seriously.

�Maybe,� Harry replied.
�But if being a freak feels this good, I think I can manage.�

�Stay with me tonight?�

Harry leaned back and looked at him for a long time before
he said, �Maybe longer.�

As Draco looked at Harry�s beautiful face, the only thought
he had was, Dear sweet Circe.

~FIN~
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DISCLAIMER: I am not now, nor haveI ever been J. K. Rowling. I havenothing you want, so don�t sue me. Nomoney is being made from the writing of this fic. It is for the sole purpose of entertaining people with minds asdirty as mine. *Smirks*

Dear Sweet Circe

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DISCLAIMER: I am not now, nor have
I ever been J. K. Rowling. I have
nothing you want, so don�t sue me. No
money is being made from the writing of this fic. It is for the sole purpose of entertaining people with minds as
dirty as mine. Smirks