Raye: Wrote this little drabble in my government class today instead of taking notes.
Allie: No wonder you're failing.
Raye: Bitch…
Allie: Love you too brother.
Raye: -rolls eyes- This is inspired by the song Tomorrow by Chris Young.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine neither is the song Tomorrow by Chris Young.

Tomorrow

We're like fire and gasoline I'm no good for you; you're no good for me

It was lust, anger, and passion. It was just sex. It was just a rough and raw release of sexual pain and pleasure. Except, it wasn't. It was a mask to cover up the underlying need and desire and frustration between them. They knew it was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this, that it would only hurt them in the long run. But…they couldn't stop.

Potter
Tonight
ROR
Midnight
M

Always Potter and Malfoy, never Draco and Harry. First name usage implied intimacy. Intimacy implied lovers. Lovers implied a relationship. A relationship implied more than lust, and –they were convinced- there was nothing more than lust between them.

"Malfoy."

"Potter."

Brief greetings with no more than a nod before a clashing of lips and teeth and tongue. Split lips from teeth clashing causing the copper taste of blood to mingle with their saliva. Cloaks fluttered to the floor followed by shirts and pants and trousers in quick succession. Then they're naked and tumbling onto the bed, naked and aroused. Malfoy is rolled onto his stomach beneath Potter's broader and stronger body. Potter is spit-slicking his fingers before shoving two into Malfoy's hole. Malfoy is gasping and bucking, cursing as he fucks himself on Potter's fingers. Potter hisses something in Parseltongue, making Malfoy shudder, before yanking his fingers from Malfoy's hole, shoving himself inside. Malfoy howls and arches his back. Then it's a rough rocking and slamming of hips, pain and pleasure spiking until they're boith coming against the sheets.

They collapse on the bed, panting. They glance at each other, silently vowing to themselves that this is the last time. But it won't be because they need this. Once they've caught their breath they redress and return to their dormitories. They deny to themselves their need for each other. Tomorrow it will end, it has to…but it won't.