//disclaimer; I wrote this story a while back, when I was into Draco/Harry. But now, for some reason, I'm not into D/H anymore. Dunno why. -sigh- But I guess I'll give D/H fans a little sumthin' sumthin'.

I don't own Draco Malfoy (although I wish I did -wink-), Harry Potter, or anyone/anything else for that matter. The lovely JK Rowling does.

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Fantasy

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"Draco," Harry moaned out, as the blond boy cascaded his lips over the brunette's, his wet tongue slipping in and rubbing up against Harry's, their bodies pressed against each other. Draco earned another sweet sound of approval from Harry, as he began lightly suckling the boy's tongue, as a free hand that wasn't grasping the brunette's shoulder slid under Harry's shirt, the cool hand making contact with the warm flesh hiding under dark cloth. Harry gasped out, when the blond boy's fingers gently brushed up against the skin, meeting a nub and then circling it with his index and middle finger, his lips leaving the other's, but making their way down onto the boy's neck, kissing and licking the skin.

Harry shuddered out, saying the boy's name again, earning a rough bite from Draco, a bite that would bruise and leave his mark, his mark that claimed Harry as his. The Slytherin boy stopped, Potter taking notice, looking at him and about to ask why he stopped; but the young Malfoy boy smirked and roughly kissed Harry hard on the lips again, slipping his hand out from under his shirt and unbuttoning the Gryffindor's sleeping shirt. As soon as the shirt was finally unbuttoned, Draco pulled away from their kiss and slid it fully off Harry, the cool night air sending chills down the brunette's spine, as he felt his nipples harden from the air.

Draco was now moving downward, down to his chest, licking the flesh. "Moan for me, Harry," he demanded, gently biting a nipple and licking it when Harry did so. "D-Draco!" Malfoy's hands then wrapped themselves around Harry's lower back, pulling the boy who he was ravishing closer to him, licking & sucking the hard nub, feeling his pants tighten and the bulge in them growing harder, listening to those delicious sounds that spilt from the young Potter. He wanted to tease Harry more, wanted to see just how much he could do before the brunette begged him, begged him to take him, to love him, to be his first---

He couldn't take it anymore, as he stood up facing Harry, his lower body brushing roughly against the boy's. The blond moaned, "God, I want you," he panted, as Harry just shuddered and panted, grinding against Draco, their tempo speeding up as they moaned louder & louder and---

Silverish-blue eyes awoke, as Draco had awoken from what seemed to be a dream, wishing he hadn't. His face was wet, sweaty; his sheets even wetter, as a hand flopped over the side of his head. What he wanted and desired so much in reality, he had in his dreams...

//fin.