Title: The moaning in the night
Author: jezzi85
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plotbunnies. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I just borrow them and I certainly don't get any money for this…
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summery: In the middle of the night Draco woke to the sound of moaning… What was wrong with his lover? A silly little One-Shot, which bugged me until I wrote it down.
Words: ~ 415
Warnings: Slash, Lime
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The sound of desperate moaning woke Draco and he sleepily looked over at the clock on his bedside table. 3:07. Damn it! In two hours he would need to get up and get ready for a meeting in the ministry. He was about to go back to sleep when the moaning started again.
"Dracooo!"
It had sounded somewhat pained. "Harry?" he whispered back, searching for his wand to call for light.
"Dray, I'm dying…"
Panic rose a bit in Draco at these words. Those were the same words which had woken him five months ago when Harry had gotten the wizard flu right after he'd battled and killed Voldemort. He had still been very weak from that and the flu had put him into coma for almost a whole week. Frantically, Draco tried to find his wand to see what was wrong with his lover.
"Please, help me!"
Finally, Draco's hands touched something wooden and he quickly called for light to look over to the other side of the bed. There lay his Harry, sweating, panting and his face contorted in what looked like pain.
"Harry?! What's wrong, baby?"
"It hurts, please, Dray – help me!"
Draco could barely make out the words between Harry's agonized groans. "What's wrong, Harry? Please talk to me!" he begged, desperately. His raven haired lover continued moaning however and Draco was about to apparate him to St. Mungos when he noticed it.
Harry's right hand was under the blankets, moving up and down rapidly, while his other hand was gripping the bed sheets tightly. For a moment all Draco could do was stare, but then the meaning of all the moaning sank in.
"Harry, please tell me you didn't wake me at three in the morning when you know that I have a meeting today, because you wanted to wank!" he drawled, irritated.
"Uh… No, I didn't want to wank, I – gods – I wanted you to suck me off," Harry panted and Draco could see his hand speeding up a bit. "Like in the – fuck – dream I just had. You're so good with your mouth, Dray. I love it to watch your lips stretched around my cock, how your cheeks would hollow when you suck me and your tongue – gods – it would drive me insane!" The green eyed man moaned loudly at his own words.
"Geez, Harry, I think you're the only one who could talk yourself into orgasm," Draco said annoyed, but he couldn't help but felt himself harden a bit at the sight before him.
At this Harry threw away the blankets and exposed his naked body to his lover. Draco's eyes were immediately drawn to Harry's cock, which was hard as steel and leaking pre-come. "Maybe I could," Harry shrugged and flashed him a cheeky grin. "But I'd prefer it if you would do something about this. I'm sure I'll find a way to pay you back."
Draco licked his lips hungrily. Now, how could he refuse such an offer? "Fine, but if I fall asleep in my meeting today, it will be entirely your fault," he growled, before he pounced on Harry, who moaned in delight.
Neither of them got any more sleep that night.
THE END