Disclaimer: Not mine! None if it's mine, I promise. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
Warnings: slash (boyxboy), drug use
Sin
It was wrong; there was no denying that. I'm not going to say it was right, because by every means it's not. The lust they held for each other was wrong. The love they held for each other was wrong. Yet, here they were, basking in their sin. They were shameless in their act. It was against everything they were ever taught.
It was so terribly wrong.
Yet they did it anyway. They spent shameless nights in each others arms, thrusting and moaning, hardly caring if anyone even heard. It was a dark secret, one they knew they would be doomed to carry to their graves.
None of that stopped them. None of that mattered as the blonde Slytherin slammed into the tight, lithe body of his supposed enemy. None of that mattered as they took another hit each off the joint they shared. It was just them on these reckless nights.
It was all pure ecstasy. Maybe it wasn't just the sex or the weed, but also the defiance they got off on. This wasn't what good Gryffindors did and this wasn't who proud Slytherins would be caught dead in the company of, much less having sex with.
Even as Draco thrusts a few more times, spilling his seed into Harry, he knew he was going to Hell. He lay down next to his lover and took a long drag before passing the joint on to Harry.
"This is so wrong," Harry said, taking a hit from the offered joint. "We shouldn't be doing this."
Draco smirked lazily. "You say that every time you know."
Harry closed his eyes and put the last bit of the joint out into the ashtray next to the bed. He didn't say anything. It was true. Every time they did this he said the same thing but that didn't stop him. He still came back to the Room of Requirement every night for Draco.
"What are we doing Draco?"
The blonde glanced over at the Gryffindor, unsure of how to answer the question. The obvious answer would be that they just had sex and were laying there, but he knew that wasn't the answer Harry was looking for. In all honestly, he didn't have an answer.
They were defying what was expected of them. That much was clear, but what were they doing here, really? Nothing good could come from these rendezvous. If they were found out they could be killed or tortured or anything equally as fearful. What were they doing? This was all going to Hell.
"I don't know, Love."
Who were they kidding? They loved every second they were with each other. They both loved the sex, the weed, the secrecy. They shared a secret and the very thought was arousing.
Draco leaned over and kissed Harry passionately. They put everything into that kiss. As they parted they stared into each others eyes knowing that this just might be the last time they got to do this. The battle was tomorrow. They had to go back to fighting on opposite sides. It just might be that neither of them made it back alive.
The very thought terrified them both, but they knew it was coming. They held on to each other for dear life before they started getting their clothes back on. They didn't want the shame to end.
It was hard for them to leave each other and as they walked away they each tried to return to their previous mask. The task was hard, their minds clouded by the dope.
Sleep wouldn't come, they both knew it, but tomorrow they faced Hell. Nothing could stop it. They would surely pay for their sins.
A/N: I have issues... Well, here's my first oneshot. I know, it sucks, but this is just how I feel right now. Mind you, I've never smoked a day in my life.
Now, I can make this a whole multi-chapter fic if you want me to. If not, I'll just leave it like this. Comment and let me know what you think! :)