Author's Note: I wrote this outside, most of it on my stomach (my position,
I have found, affects my writing). I am actually very proud of this one,
it's my third HP/DM fanfic (and the only one I've posted) and my favorite
by far.
Disclaimers: Harry Potter isn't mine, if it was, I'd be a hell of a lot richer, Sirius would still be alive, and there would probably Harry/Draco slash action.
Warnings: Shonen-ai (A.K.A: Slash, male/male 'more then friends' relationship)
Frosted emerald eyes stare at me as if seeing me for the first time.
"Come again?" he asks quietly, face quickly becoming unreadable. I bite my lip, searching his eyes for a moment before stepping forward for the second time that evening and pressing my lips to his.
His taste is wonderful, a musky combination of peppermint and the dry wind like the wind that you breathe when flying high above the stands and searching for the first glint of the snitch.
Satisfied that I have communicated my message for a second time to the best of my abilities, I begin to step back, but strong arms locking around my waist not only stop me, but press me back to him. My lips, which had parted slightly in surprise, are suddenly covered by his and the warm velvet heat of his tongue is inside my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he explores every crevice, every niche I have to offer him. Hesitantly, not quite sure that this is real, I slide my own tongue along his and into his mouth, eliciting a low, pleasured moan from low in his throat. In turn, he holds me even closer and one of his hands drop to my rear, and I exhale my own soft sound of pleasure.
I soon find myself relaxing, almost melting against him. He is bigger then I am by a fair margin. The most obvious differences are the chest and height. His chest is broader then mine, more muscular, and he is a few inches taller then I am. His arms are thicker too, more powerful and toned. This is obvious to me as he holds me despite the gentle hold he has on me.
He is also very tan I realize when I catch a glimpse of my hand on the open skin of his collar. His skin is a warm, honey-gold color whilst mine is the pale, nearly anemic in appearance, sickly color of a person who spends more time indoor then is probably healthy.
Finally, after what seems like a blissful eternity he pulls back and studies my face.
"I messed your hair," he says quietly, brushing an affectionate hand through it. Quite suddenly, he leans over and buries his face in the crook of my neck. Reflexively, I thread one arm over his shoulder and the other loses itself in the hair at the base of his neck.
"What are your feelings for me exactly?" he asked, turning his head slightly so his breath warms the side of my neck. I smile slightly, knowing he is only searching for confirmation of what he already suspects.
"I love you, Harry Potter," I murmur more to his hair then to him directly. He lifts his head again and looks me dead in the eyes.
"And I," he whispers, his arms holding me a bit tighter, "love you, Draco Malfoy." And his lips covered mine.
~End~
Ending Author's Note: I do hope you enjoyed this. Please review.
Ai, Lethal-chan
Disclaimers: Harry Potter isn't mine, if it was, I'd be a hell of a lot richer, Sirius would still be alive, and there would probably Harry/Draco slash action.
Warnings: Shonen-ai (A.K.A: Slash, male/male 'more then friends' relationship)
Frosted emerald eyes stare at me as if seeing me for the first time.
"Come again?" he asks quietly, face quickly becoming unreadable. I bite my lip, searching his eyes for a moment before stepping forward for the second time that evening and pressing my lips to his.
His taste is wonderful, a musky combination of peppermint and the dry wind like the wind that you breathe when flying high above the stands and searching for the first glint of the snitch.
Satisfied that I have communicated my message for a second time to the best of my abilities, I begin to step back, but strong arms locking around my waist not only stop me, but press me back to him. My lips, which had parted slightly in surprise, are suddenly covered by his and the warm velvet heat of his tongue is inside my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he explores every crevice, every niche I have to offer him. Hesitantly, not quite sure that this is real, I slide my own tongue along his and into his mouth, eliciting a low, pleasured moan from low in his throat. In turn, he holds me even closer and one of his hands drop to my rear, and I exhale my own soft sound of pleasure.
I soon find myself relaxing, almost melting against him. He is bigger then I am by a fair margin. The most obvious differences are the chest and height. His chest is broader then mine, more muscular, and he is a few inches taller then I am. His arms are thicker too, more powerful and toned. This is obvious to me as he holds me despite the gentle hold he has on me.
He is also very tan I realize when I catch a glimpse of my hand on the open skin of his collar. His skin is a warm, honey-gold color whilst mine is the pale, nearly anemic in appearance, sickly color of a person who spends more time indoor then is probably healthy.
Finally, after what seems like a blissful eternity he pulls back and studies my face.
"I messed your hair," he says quietly, brushing an affectionate hand through it. Quite suddenly, he leans over and buries his face in the crook of my neck. Reflexively, I thread one arm over his shoulder and the other loses itself in the hair at the base of his neck.
"What are your feelings for me exactly?" he asked, turning his head slightly so his breath warms the side of my neck. I smile slightly, knowing he is only searching for confirmation of what he already suspects.
"I love you, Harry Potter," I murmur more to his hair then to him directly. He lifts his head again and looks me dead in the eyes.
"And I," he whispers, his arms holding me a bit tighter, "love you, Draco Malfoy." And his lips covered mine.
~End~
Ending Author's Note: I do hope you enjoyed this. Please review.
Ai, Lethal-chan