Rating: R
Summary: What happens when rivals finally see eye to eye? ...when two friends realize they're meant to be? Hell freezes over. J/K! ^_^; This story may contain Preg, Mpreg, Slash, and pairings that are painfully obvious.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters created by J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with them for now. I only own this poor excuse for a plot and a possibly a few original characters.
"We shouldn't be doing this here," said a young man, his voice thick with arousal.
"That's what makes this so exciting," he purred softly in the ear of his lover. He pressed the lithe body of his lover against the cool stone wall as he ran his hands over the boys slender hips and buttocks. Between feather light kisses to his lover's shoulder, he teasingly asked, "Do you want me Potter..?"
Harry looked over his shoulder to his former rival. No one knew that the two secretly didn't hate each other, but rather were in love. "Draco, you know the answer." Beautiful green eyes clouded over with desire.
Draco smirked as he pulled the brunette's hips to his, reached around the slender body toned by years of Quidditch, and lightly stroked Harry's hardening erection. His smirk took on an almost sadistic look as he elicited a groan of pleasure from the dark haired boy. "Tell me," he demanded.
He always hated it when he made him voice what he wanted. But he knew how patient Draco was. The blonde wouldn't give in to his own desires until he heard what he wanted to hear. "I want you Malfoy. I need to feel you inside me." Harry pleaded in a soft whisper as he rubbed his rear against Draco's erection.
The blonde Slytherin groaned and released his hold on the Gryffindor's manhood. At Harry's whimper, he whispered softly. "Be patient." He positioned himself at his lover's tight entrance, and with a single deft thrust, he sheathed himself completely.
Harry bit his bottom lip to help stifle what would have been a rather loud moan of pleasure. He never was the quiet type. Instead, he liked to voice how he felt.
Draco, on the other hand, could remain as quiet as humanly possible. Glancing to his right, he smirked and whispered to Harry once again. "Don't make a sound love. We're not alone."
Confused, Harry looked to his left and then his right. His eyes widened as he spotted Argus Filch, the School Caretaker. At that moment, the-boy-who-lived wanted to tell Draco to stop, but speaking could possibly gain the attention of Filch. 'Thank Merlin he isn't with that stupid cat.' At least Filch couldn't see them. Thankfully, Harry had remembered his invisibility cloak. He and his lover were currently underneath it.
Draco didn't care that Filch was so close. It actually excited him. The thought of getting caught...not Filch. He decided he would tease his brown haired angel by setting up a rhythm of thrusting as deeply as possible and pulling out almost all the way. As if that wasn't torture enough for Harry, Draco returned one of his hands to Harry erection and began to stroke him in time with each thrust.
Harry bit his bottom lip hard. 'Dammit Malfoy. You're doing this on purpose!' A light sheen of perspiration covered the young teen as he struggled to keep quiet. Malfoy knew his body so well, that Harry was quickly reaching his climax.
Finally, Filch decided there was nothing of importance down the corridor and he continued on his way.
The moment he was out of earshot, Harry came hard against Malfoy's hand and the invisibility cloak.
Draco tried to hold out for longer, but he couldn't. He released his seed deep inside his lover. "I love you so much Potter," he spoke in a breathy whisper and removed his softening member.
Harry leaned back against Draco. "I love you too." He smiled contently. It felt so good to have someone to love and be loved back.
Ron and Hermione were seated on one of the crimson couches in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. They were murmuring words of love, happiness, and a future together once they graduated. Upon hearing the portrait of the fat lady swing open, the couple paused their conversation to see who it was entering the common room at such a late hour. Ron prayed to every deity that it wasn't Professor McGonagall. The last thing he needed was to be berated for staying up past curfew.
Hermione rolled her eyes as the portrait swung close and no one seemed to have entered the common room. "Harry." The brunette rolled her cinnamin hued eyes in annoyance. "This is the third time this week. Where do you keep going.?"
Harry removed the invisibility cloak, forgetting about how he looked. His hair was more tousled than usual, and his clothes were in disarray.
Ron smiled from ear to ear as he started to laugh, much to Hermione and Harry's disbelief. "I know where he's been, 'Mione. He's been out shagging! Look at him. Isn't it obvious?"
Hermione looked over Harry's appearance again. "...Oh..." A light blush crept across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
"Who was it?!" Ron asked excitedly as he moved from his seat beside Hermione to stand beside his best male friend.
"Ron! It's none of our business!" Hermione hissed at her boyfriend. She honestly didn't want to know who it was.
"Well," Harry began nervously. "It's a little difficult to say who it is."
"Why?" Ron looked confused as he poked Harry's arm. "Are you shagging more than one person?"
Hermione's face paled at the thought and Harry just laughed. "No, no ... nothing like that. It's just, well, the person isn't female."
Both Ron and Hermione rolled their eyes and sighed. "Well obviously Harry." They spoke in unison.
At Harry's confused look, Ron spoke up. "Did you think we didn't know? We're your best friends." Harry smiled as his best friend put his arm around him. He had been nervous about them finding out he was gay. But since they already knew, he was oddly comforted. 'Two friends down ... several more to go.'
"So," Ron smirked. "You still haven't answered my question. Who was it?"