Disclamery stuff: I don't own 'em, prolly never will. And I'll return them when I'm done letting them romp through the dark twisted corners of my mind.
Here be Slash, that means boys kissin' and stuff *shifty eyes* Yeah. . . 'stuff'
It had been eight years since his final year as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
That was the year the world nearly ended.
But Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Boy Who Was Always There To Save The Day, had managed, against all odds, and with more than a little help from his friends, to save the day yet again.
So, when he received an invitation to return to Hogwarts, not as a student, but as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he couldn't refuse.
He met Ron and Hermionie, the Quidditch Master and the History of Magic teacher respectively, and their daughter Deirdre at the station, Deirdre was starting her second year, granted, she was only two and a half, but Hogwarts was her home as much as the Burrows was, and Acting Headmaster Wood, wasn't going to say she couldn't stay.
Sitting in an empty compartment on the train, Harry was happier than he'd been in years.
When he heard the trolley rumbling past he actually laughed, remembering his first trip on the Hogwarts Express, when he and Ron had had some of everything.
He laughed again, buying two chocolate frogs, one to eat, and one to set free, just as he'd done-albeit accidentally-all those years ago.
He smiled again, feeling his apprehension and worry about the coming year fly out the window with the enchanted sweet. It was going to be a good year, he could feel it in his bones.
He had just closed his eyes to see if he could manage a short nap before they arrived, when he heard an all-too-familiar sneering voice, although, it was considerably deeper than it had been the last time he'd heard it, "So it's true then, what the students are saying. Harry Potter is returning to Hogwarts."
Harry sighed, opening his eyes, his breath caught in his throat the way it always had upon seeing Draco Malfoy.
He sighed again, rubbing his eyes, "Malfoy, do you think that whatever bad blood there was between us when we were students, do you think, is there any chance that we could just leave it in the past? Start fresh?"
Draco smiled, crossing the compartment in two easy strides, cupping that famous face between his hands and covering the suddenly surprised mouth with his own before the other man could muster a protest.
A moment later he drew away, smirking, "Do you have any idea Potter, any idea at all how many times I wanted to do that back when we were students?"
Harry could only sit there slack-jawed in shock, firstly by the kiss, and secondly by the revelation. He couldn't count the number of times he'd wanted that exact same thing and more.
Draco chuckled, flicking an errant strand of hair out of his face before perching on the seat next to Harry, "Cat got your tongue Harry?"
Harry blinked, turning to the smug blonde beside him, "You know, I think that's the first time I've ever heard you call me by my first name Draco."
Draco smiled, running his fingers along the dark-haired young man's jaw, "I assure you, Harry, it won't be the last. That is, if you want it. And judging by your..." The fingers of his unoccupied hand crawled across Harry's hip, "Reaction, I'd say that it's exactly what you want."
Harry could only nod dumbly, mind still reeling. A low moan escaped his throat as Draco's fingers met with his very apparent reaction. Even through robes and trousers, his former adversary's touch was almost electric.
Draco muffled the second groan with another kiss, deeper than the first.
The far corners of the Boy Who Lived's mouth were sought out by a curious tongue.
Harry's fingers ran greedily through the other man's soft milky blonde hair as he drew away to breathe.
Draco smiled, murmuring against Harry's lips, "Mmm, chocolate frogs."
Harry's eyes were half closed, a shiver running down his spine as Draco's nimble fingers wormed their way through layers of fabric to meet with smooth, warm skin.
Harry could only manage three short words as Draco's fingers began to insinuate themselves lower, "Draco, the door."
Draco smiled, tugging his wand from his robes and pointing it at the compartment door, which slid itself shut, and locked itself with a click.
Draco smirked, brow arching, he had just opened his mouth to say something when Harry kissed him.
The kiss was sudden, and fierce enough to leave them both bruised.
Draco growled, long fingers making quick work of Harry's fly, meeting skin again.
Harry held back a moan, eyes fluttering closed as Draco began a dizzying pattern of stroking, teasing and petting, some touches were feather-light, and others almost painfully firm.
Within moments Harry was arching his hips to meet Draco's hand, groans muffled by the blonde's eager mouth.
Draco redoubled his efforts as he felt his partner begin to tense.
Harry gasped, going rigid, head thrown back, jaw working reflexively as he was thrown over the edge and into the throes of climax.
Draco all but purred as he extracted his hand from the tangle of fabric to lick it clean, smug as a cat with cream.
Harry shivered as he relaxed back down to the seat, smiling as if he'd been drugged.
Draco smirked again, unfolding from the seat, "You should get yourself cleaned up Potter, we're nearly there." He threw Harry a wink before vanishing through the door.
Harry managed to straighten himself out before they arrived and he exited the train with everyone else.
Hermionie found him on the platform and tisked, shaking her head as she reached out to set his glasses straight again, "Well, at least you didn't break them this time"
Harry laughed, and when he caught Draco's wink from across the platform, he knew it was going to be a good year, a very good year indeed.
Here be Slash, that means boys kissin' and stuff *shifty eyes* Yeah. . . 'stuff'
It had been eight years since his final year as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
That was the year the world nearly ended.
But Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Boy Who Was Always There To Save The Day, had managed, against all odds, and with more than a little help from his friends, to save the day yet again.
So, when he received an invitation to return to Hogwarts, not as a student, but as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he couldn't refuse.
He met Ron and Hermionie, the Quidditch Master and the History of Magic teacher respectively, and their daughter Deirdre at the station, Deirdre was starting her second year, granted, she was only two and a half, but Hogwarts was her home as much as the Burrows was, and Acting Headmaster Wood, wasn't going to say she couldn't stay.
Sitting in an empty compartment on the train, Harry was happier than he'd been in years.
When he heard the trolley rumbling past he actually laughed, remembering his first trip on the Hogwarts Express, when he and Ron had had some of everything.
He laughed again, buying two chocolate frogs, one to eat, and one to set free, just as he'd done-albeit accidentally-all those years ago.
He smiled again, feeling his apprehension and worry about the coming year fly out the window with the enchanted sweet. It was going to be a good year, he could feel it in his bones.
He had just closed his eyes to see if he could manage a short nap before they arrived, when he heard an all-too-familiar sneering voice, although, it was considerably deeper than it had been the last time he'd heard it, "So it's true then, what the students are saying. Harry Potter is returning to Hogwarts."
Harry sighed, opening his eyes, his breath caught in his throat the way it always had upon seeing Draco Malfoy.
He sighed again, rubbing his eyes, "Malfoy, do you think that whatever bad blood there was between us when we were students, do you think, is there any chance that we could just leave it in the past? Start fresh?"
Draco smiled, crossing the compartment in two easy strides, cupping that famous face between his hands and covering the suddenly surprised mouth with his own before the other man could muster a protest.
A moment later he drew away, smirking, "Do you have any idea Potter, any idea at all how many times I wanted to do that back when we were students?"
Harry could only sit there slack-jawed in shock, firstly by the kiss, and secondly by the revelation. He couldn't count the number of times he'd wanted that exact same thing and more.
Draco chuckled, flicking an errant strand of hair out of his face before perching on the seat next to Harry, "Cat got your tongue Harry?"
Harry blinked, turning to the smug blonde beside him, "You know, I think that's the first time I've ever heard you call me by my first name Draco."
Draco smiled, running his fingers along the dark-haired young man's jaw, "I assure you, Harry, it won't be the last. That is, if you want it. And judging by your..." The fingers of his unoccupied hand crawled across Harry's hip, "Reaction, I'd say that it's exactly what you want."
Harry could only nod dumbly, mind still reeling. A low moan escaped his throat as Draco's fingers met with his very apparent reaction. Even through robes and trousers, his former adversary's touch was almost electric.
Draco muffled the second groan with another kiss, deeper than the first.
The far corners of the Boy Who Lived's mouth were sought out by a curious tongue.
Harry's fingers ran greedily through the other man's soft milky blonde hair as he drew away to breathe.
Draco smiled, murmuring against Harry's lips, "Mmm, chocolate frogs."
Harry's eyes were half closed, a shiver running down his spine as Draco's nimble fingers wormed their way through layers of fabric to meet with smooth, warm skin.
Harry could only manage three short words as Draco's fingers began to insinuate themselves lower, "Draco, the door."
Draco smiled, tugging his wand from his robes and pointing it at the compartment door, which slid itself shut, and locked itself with a click.
Draco smirked, brow arching, he had just opened his mouth to say something when Harry kissed him.
The kiss was sudden, and fierce enough to leave them both bruised.
Draco growled, long fingers making quick work of Harry's fly, meeting skin again.
Harry held back a moan, eyes fluttering closed as Draco began a dizzying pattern of stroking, teasing and petting, some touches were feather-light, and others almost painfully firm.
Within moments Harry was arching his hips to meet Draco's hand, groans muffled by the blonde's eager mouth.
Draco redoubled his efforts as he felt his partner begin to tense.
Harry gasped, going rigid, head thrown back, jaw working reflexively as he was thrown over the edge and into the throes of climax.
Draco all but purred as he extracted his hand from the tangle of fabric to lick it clean, smug as a cat with cream.
Harry shivered as he relaxed back down to the seat, smiling as if he'd been drugged.
Draco smirked again, unfolding from the seat, "You should get yourself cleaned up Potter, we're nearly there." He threw Harry a wink before vanishing through the door.
Harry managed to straighten himself out before they arrived and he exited the train with everyone else.
Hermionie found him on the platform and tisked, shaking her head as she reached out to set his glasses straight again, "Well, at least you didn't break them this time"
Harry laughed, and when he caught Draco's wink from across the platform, he knew it was going to be a good year, a very good year indeed.