Why do I have my fingers in so many pies?Or to be put correctly, stories? I plan on finishing them all, just had to do a one shot :D
If you read, take the time to leave a review, as a Christmas treat to a confused slash maniac, trying to write too many stories at once.
The rules apply as written
"Set it off George!Go!Now!" Fred had a look of utter excitement plastered on his face, while he let go of the sparkling object that spun furiously on the floor, shooting sparks all around and whizzing like a small firework for a birthday cake.
Smoke was making its way under the big heavy door of the Slytherin dungeons, and the twins kept cackling like lunatics at the accomplishment of their brilliant new idea.
It had been a week since the new rule was enforced by Umbridge. "Girls and boys are not allowed to stand within 20 centimeters from each other". Should you try to do so, a spell pushed you apart, possibly slamming you onto the far wall.
Their first idea was directed to Umbridge herself. Their second also. But there were so many chances they'd get caught that they decided it wasn't in their best interest to act against her yet. So...what sounds better than playing with the nasty little Slytherins? They acted like assholes anyway, they deserved what was in store for them.
"Sweet dreams are made of this, right Fred?"
"Please pick up my pieces if I explode while laughing my ass off at their faces tomorrow at lunch!"
"No you pick up mine!!"
The twins burst in laughter and left the smoky ball drown the dungeons in a magical hormone-surge.
It was common knowledge that Harry rarely slept well. He now lay gazing at the ceiling, hands above his head, wearing a bored expression.
"4 hours till dawn" he said to himself in a low voice, and sighed. On the bed next to him, Ron was fidgeting too much. Harry didn't dare look to see what's wrong, everybody was having wet dreams lately, what with Umbridge's rules and all that. Just when things had begun moving with Cho... Well it was only to be expected, luck wasn't what followed him around. No, that was trouble.
"3 hours and 55 minutes till dawn"
He saw it like counting sheep, only when counting minutes, you got closer to your wish for the sun to rise, sheep did not really serve his purpose. Suddenly he felt annoyed. He couldn't spend 3 hours and 55 minutes waiting for daybreak, not when he thought he heard Ron moan " 'mione" and his stomach took 3 turns around a twist. Just like a cocktail party. Oh liquor. He wondered if Dobby could find any fire-whiskey to fix him up for the night. Rather than summoning him, it would be better to walk to the kitchens and get some fresh air as well. Ron was getting really squirmy.
"damn it all if I get caught tonight." thought Harry, but his mind was set on leaving the room. He had thought it was better, not wiser anyway. He put on his invisibility cloak and turned to Ron, leaning right above his ear.
"get her mate!" he whispered and merely contained his laughter when Ron made a ridiculous mimesis of a lion roaring. Umbridge was seriously messing with everyone's head, he noted and closed the door of the dorms behind him, heading to the kitchens.
Draco was awoken up by a painful boner. Although he wasn't sure if it was that, or Blaise's moans in his sleep or Goyle making too much noise with his sheets, or even the sparkle of emerald eyes in his dream that nudged his body to awareness. He had had it with this rule, everyone was acting like sex maniacs. A whole dorm being horny while sleeping was simply outrageous! Not half of them had sex before the rule anyway. And he shouldn't be like them, his tastes and senses were much different than other people's. Draco took pride in being different, and he did not even take into account the fact that he was gay, in his statement of being 'different'.
He wasn't turn on by looks, although of course he wouldn't have interest in someone who was plain down ugly or geeky. He had more kinks than anyone would dare accuse him of. Power, pain, domination, control, everything a Slytherin's blood would crave in everyday life, Draco craved in sex. His bloodline assured that he needn't try to find all these in daytime, as they came to him on their own accord. But in sex...everyone had failed to excite him, being far too cautious, to nervous, too unwilling to understand. Draco's attitude, it was a way of life. But no man or woman had ever shared his passions.
And then there was He. He who would not leave his mind alone for long, with his toned back and raven hair, with those unbelievably kinky glasses that made him want to lick the skeleton down to his ear, suck, nib...
He needed chocolate. There was no chance he would submit to the need to jerk off, he was way too disgusted this night to have fun by himself. Geez, Goyle moaning for heaven's sake. He shook the memory away, trembling in disgust.
He spotted a large, wooden round bowl and picked it from a pile of dishes. Deciding that chocolate should be in one of the cupboards, he started looking for it, as silently as he could. He found a large bar of what, he read on it, was white chocolate. Well, whatever. That would do. He placed it in the wooden bowl and aimed at it with his wand, causing it to melt into a white, sugary temptation. He grabbed an also large wooden scoop and sat , squatting on the counter, stirring the chocolate and bringing the scoop to his lips to test the temperature. Happy with the outcome of his spell, he grabbed a spoonful and brought it to his mouth, all-too happy to see his body was a little more content now that he tasted that sweet -white-heavenly-molten-
A fake coughing sound came from the door, and Draco turned to look, the fact that he was busted after hours in the kitchen not softening his annoyed gaze. Quite unexpectedly though, his gaze fell on a wild-looking Harry Potter. His hair was flying forwards, almost falling in his eyes, his eyes were liquid green, sparkling through his round -oh so fucking round glasses, and as his gaze wandered lower, he couldn't help but think this was NOT a good day to see Potter in a white t-shirt. His chest muscles were stretching to a cock-teasing point, and-
"Your -nipplth-are-thowin-" had he said that OUT LOUD?
Harry was torn between asking "What?" and bursting out in heart-felt laughter. Malfoy who was so engaged in enjoying whatever was in that bowl, had let his hand fall when he turned to face him, still holding the enormous scoop that denied leaving his mouth, even if its content was already consumed. Draco was visibly drooling with a wooden scoop hanging from his mouth. You certainly can see the dilemma there. So he merely chucked at the sight, and spoke :
"You should really articulate if you expect me to understand anything THIS late"
Draco held the scoop right again and removed it from his lips, coughing as if to clear his throat.
"What are you up to, Potter, strolling this late?" he asked steadily, despite the fact that his cock was twitching with renewed excitement. He caught Harry moving to the place of the table where he was squatted upon. "Don't you have chairs at your place?" remarked Harry, amusement wavering in his voice. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at the Gryffindor sternly, until he realized he was doing the spoon thing again and dove it back in the still warm chocolate of the bowl, stirring. "What are you eating anyway?" they both looked at the white, thick chocolate in the huge bowl and Draco blushed furiously when he realized Harry's implication.
"It's chocolate, Potter,chocolate!" Draco spat, slightly annoyed.
"Hey hey, don't bite. I was only thinking of milk that went bad. This really chocolate?"
"Yes, Potter, white chocolate, now piss off"
Harry sighed, a bit let down. He had thought Draco seemed a bit more pleasant by night, but he attributed it to surprise in the end. "I just wanted some fire-whiskey"
"Gryffindors drink then?"
Harry was head deep in a cupboard, pushing several things aside in order to spot any kind of liquor.
"Oh we would surprise you..." said Harry, sounding amused.
It was as if a nerve had pushed his facial muscles to grin more evilly than ever, mind racing to much more indecent things than Harry could have had in mind while speaking those words.
"Don't say..." Draco whispered as Harry seemed to find what he was looking for
"Aha!Here!" a thud was heard and Draco turned to look at Harry who was now rubbing his head, a pained expression in his face, but hand holding a bottle of what looked like liquor quite proudly.
"Graceless as ever..." the blond muttered, trying to pose as uninterested, when Harry's muscles drew his eyes again.
"Yeah we left the grace part to crawling creatures"
"Nooot insulted in the least" Draco chanted, looking Harry mockingly in the eyes.
"I wasn't putting much effort in it. I actually intent uhm-"
"What, Potter?"
"I would like to stay here, if you wouldn't be much of an asshole"
Draco crooked an eyebrow, slightly confused.
"I wouldn't count on it"
"Yeah me neither, but I'll take that as an 'I don't mind' and settle down anyway"
he sat in a chair across Draco, who ate another spoonful of his chocolate. Harry opened the bottle and took a sip, sighing contently.
"Things are getting worse and worse in the dorms...I will probably be dead by next week if this keeps going"
Draco would make a snide comment, but he really felt as annoyed as Harry, and well more horny than him to think clearly.
"You tell me, Potter! I couldn't sleep with those disgusting sounds filling the dorm. Ugh!"
"Oh Slytherins have wet dreams as well? Isn't that ungracious?" mocked Harry
"Well, how gracious can Goyle be anyway?"
Harry made a disgusted face and took another sip of his drink
"I get your point"
"What is that drink you found?"
"I don't really know...but it's pretty strong, since I feel like chatting with you"
they both chuckled, Harry because of the alcohol and Draco because of his state of hardness, which was not to be taken lightly. His eyes were starting to get a bit hazy when settling on the raven haired boy, so he kept them on his bowl.
"Want some, Malfoy?" Harry gestured to the bottle in his hand
"Got chocolate"
"Wanna mix?" Draco looked up at Harry who was now grinning. Mix..mine and yours..you want to...mix...Merlin! He mentally slapped himself as he realized Harry would not wait for a reply. He stepped on the table and sat across the Slytherin, squatting as well, bottle in hand. And before Draco could react, Harry was pouring a serious amount of liquor in his bowl of chocolate.
"If you ruin it, I'll make you think leaving the dorms was a bad idea!"
"how can liquor ruin anything?" chuckled Harry
"I really worked on that warming spell, you ruin this, you melt me another!"
"relax! Melting spells are my area of expertise"
'I wouldn't be surprised' thought Draco, feeling even more hot now that Harry was standing so close.
30 centimeters away he noted. Counting the distance had become a habit when you were about to be slummed on walls if you weren't paying attention. Harry had taken the scoop and was now happily stirring, in order for the alcohol to blend with the chocolate.
"Here, take a sip" He raised the scoop to Draco's face, and then many things happened at once. Draco turned his head away and Harry's scoop followed his mouth as he denied again, and then the blend was spilling to the edge of his lips and down his shirt and rested warm on his pants, right on top of his erect prick, that twitched at the warm feeling. Draco cursed and grabbed Harry's hand to push him away, looking straight into amused,burning emerald eyes,until it hit him.
"15 centimeters" he breathed, and Harry subconsciously leaned in even more, drawn by Draco's warmth, by the lust in his eyes...
"What was that?" he whispered, suddenly realizing their positions.
"The rule applies as written"
"What???" Harry really couldn't make sense of Draco. If it was that Draco was delirious with lust, or that his own cock was beginning to harden, he couldn't be certain.
"Boys and girls are not allowed..." Draco whispered, pulling Harry closer, and Harry saw soft, wet lips coming closer until his eyes slid shut and their mouths met, the feeling of Draco's lips being so sinfully sweet he could swear it wasn't humanly possible to feel this good...
He moved in order to come even closer, and the bowl between their feet was tumbled on Draco's lap, soaking him in warm, chocolaty white essence. Draco moaned and cursed at the feeling and Harry's kiss became more demanding at the exhilarating sound, urging the blond to part his lips, and their tongues met, tips first, and electricity seemed to course through their bodies by that simple act, so they both pulled back, shocked at the intensity.
They looked at each other, slightly panting, and Draco removed the tumbled bowl from his lap, drawing Harry's gaze to his white-stained pants, making his head spin. He grunted between his teeth, and rubbed his eyes. Whatever reluctance Draco had at what was going on, was swept away by the fact that Harry's mind was trailing off by mere chocolate stains. He smirked as Harry held his gaze again, fidgeting and moving his hips as he did so, causing Harry's gave to flutter back to his pelvis, and quickly return to his eyes.
"I'm-cough-I think I'm drunk" Harry said weakly in an attempt to defend himself.
Draco's answer was to slide his hand up his thigh, and Harry's eyes went wide as it reached his crotch and got soaked in white chocolate. Draco pushed his thighs further apart, while remaining in a kneeling position, and his cock was visible to Harry now, hard and thick against the stained trousers... One pale hand moved to his lips and Harry watched Draco lick his hand clean, tongue as gracious as the Slytherin himself was, making his cock throb in need, in uncontrollable desire...
"Really...really drunk" he uttered again, almost whimpering
"Couldn't care less" Draco sneered at Harry's loss of words.
"You're a nasty snake in all aspects then"
Draco leaned closer until their chests were touching, and his tongue slithered up Harry's neck drawing a gasp from the Gryffindor
"Talk to me as such then, Potter..." what kind of Slytherin did NOT have a fetish for Parseltongue? Draco had dreamed of this so many times, it was maddening to even thing that Harry would obey. But it was worth trying, Draco thought.
"Wha-at?" Harry's breath caught in his throat as Draco's hands dove in his hair, grabbing in fistfuls as he licked teasingly at his neck and earlobe. "You talk to snakes, Potter, talk to me then" one slender hand slid under his t-shirt, roaming his chest in slithering circles, making him even more impatient, his prick throbbing for friction... "it ain't that easy"
and then Draco's tongue flicked his ear like the tongue of a snake tasting his surroundings, and his hand plunged into his pants, finding his painfully erect shaft and drawing a ring up its tip...
And Harry hissed curses that where simple curses to his ears, but to Draco's it was all he ever wanted to hear, and he pushed Harry flat on the table, grunting from deep in his throat, crushing their bodies together, their hard cocks rubbing as Harry's hips moved with his...
"For fuck's sake Draco, Draco, Draco, so hard...so fucking...Draco"
The blond's mind was about to explode as they licked and bit on any skin available, both too impatient to stop and undress, contempt to just fuck through their clothes, the plain outrageousness of them doing this together too much fuel for the fire in their bodies...
And on top of that Harry was hissing in parseltongue, the sounds numbing Draco's mind and keeping his hips rocking with the other's, and sweat mingled with chocolate and liquor and husky moans as the kitchen witnessed something it probably never had before...
"Draco, oh Draco, never ever stop, Draco"
He really couldn't know what the Gryffindor was hissing in such desperation, but in spite of that or because of that, Draco felt his cock throb, his climax approaching, and Harry's body stiffened as well and they both bit on each others neck hard, exploding, making it impossible to tell apart the chocolate from their climaxing stickiness.
They lay there, on the kitchen table, panting hard when Draco spoke
"What was that you kept repeating?"
"Uhm?"
"What were you repeating, in parseltongue"
"Just your name" breathed Harry, exhausted.
Draco rolled off of him
"Just when I thought it couldn't sound any better"
Harry chuckled.
"You think we'd get expelled for that?"
"Why?" Draco sounded amused
"You really HAVE to ask?"
"Oh Potter, I told you before. The rules apply as written" and he leaned over Harry, taking the Gryffindor's lips in another wet kiss as Harry muttered
"2 hours till dawn..."
so there!I have a one-shot!! Yay! Question of the day: Is a one-night stand in a fanfiction called a one-chapter stand? :P
now I shall repeat: I will not be tempted to continue this story, I shall not be tempted to continue this story!!