Not Here
chapter 1
Disclamer: These characters are not mine. I make no money.
This is slash fiction, so if you are offended, turn back now.
beta'd by the wonderfully talented yasha-sama

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I wake up and I'm alone. My legs tangled in sheets, I see the imprint that your body left on the mattress. I take my fingers and slowly outline the depression, my mind slipping slowly back to last night.

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I round the corner and am nearly back to Gryffindor Tower when a strong hand pulls me into a hidden alcove. How have I never noticed this before? With barely enough time for that thought, a searing heat ravishes my mouth. Your tongue stealthily slips between the slight pucker of my lips, catching me off guard. Responding quickly, I tilt my head and lean in, mouth eagerly reacting to yours, hands reaching up towards your head and burying themselves among silky strands. Tongue encounters tongue as they slip and slide together, roughness of taste buds reacting, sending sparks. Panting and gasping, I break the kiss.

"Well hello to you too," I rasp, still breathless from your wondrous greeting.

"You know you loved it."

Spoken with that ever present smirk. I've grown to love that sneer. And everything that goes along with those lovely pink lips. I swear you must wear lip gloss. You always taste so fucking sweet. Gosh. That thought put ideas in my head. Well, that and the fact of a certain something pushing up against my thigh.

"Draco. I can't do this. Not here."

"But I need you, Harry! It's been so long. . ."

A plan soon started to brew in my mind.

"Hmm. Ron's with Hermione tonight. And Seamus and Dean, well, let's just say they wouldn't care one way or the other what happened outside of Dean's bed tonight. Only one obstacle left. Neville."

"Don't be daft, Harry. You know he's with Pansy right now."

"P-pansy?"

"You... didn't know. Oh crap, I hope they're not mad at me."

"P-pansy?"

"She's changed a lot in the past year, Harry. Obviously quite a bit, since Neville's certainly not afraid to be around her."

As we've been talking, I hadn't realized exactly when I became embraced amidst your lithe, muscled arms. And at this point, I really don't care.

"Let's not talk anymore, please? I'm not sure if I can make it all the way back up to my dorm."

"Me either," you murmur into my ear.

Your heated breath burns, and you stick your slick, cool tongue out to trace the shell before languorously devouring my earlobe.

You stop all of a sudden, leaving me nearly moaning for lack of touch. You swiftly grasp my hand and pull me down towards the picture of the fat lady. She harrumphs, still looking as disdainfully at you since the first time I deigned to bring you into the common room. Though she knows better than to say anything. She has seen worse couples come through this portrait hole.

"Mrs. Skrower's All Purpose Magical Mess Remover," I whisper.

The portrait slowly glides open and you start to giggle.

"I told you. We've been letting Neville choose the passwords lately, since he seems so keen on forgetting the ones we try every time."

"Right, right. But that?"

". . ."

I glance in and see that Ron and Hermione are the only ones in the room.

"Come on in guys, it's safe. Everyone else is. . . somewhere. Once Ron and I curled up on the sofa, everybody just seemed to disappear."

Ron was positively red to the roots after listening to Hermione.

"You don't have to tell them everything! You can go on upstairs, guys. Seamus and Dean, uh, lets just say you don't have to worry about them."

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"Oh God!"

I moan as your tongue languidly sketches patterns along my chest. I tense for a moment when I feel that silky wetness delve into my navel. How is it that you always seem to know just what to do to make me fall off the deep end? Given no time to contemplate this, I groan as I feel fingers tugging upon buttons, the straining fabric ever eager to give up what has been hidden.

"Draco! Please?"

I whimper as my pants leisurely slither down my legs, bringing my boxers along with them. Your eyes simply glisten as they gaze at my cock, a few drops lightly weeping from the tip. Slowly, I see your head descending, quite sure of where it is soon to end up.

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I feel you inside me, and I never want to rid myself of this wholeness. This utter completion. I'm overwhelmed with heat, power, strength, adoration, passion. It's seconds before you move again, and quite a few more before a proper rhythm has been formed. In and out I feel you slide, and all I can concentrate on is how much I love you right at this moment.

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I blink and nearly pinch myself, believing, for a moment, that this much happiness could never exist. I must be dreaming. But then I lower my head slightly and see your glowing silver eyes staring at me. Into me. Our lips brush hesitantly before a crushing depth engulfs us, neither knowing who initiated this fervor. I tentatively draw back, gazing once again at your beautiful form, before laying my head down upon your chest, my arms curled around your waist. I fall asleep to your heartbeat.

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Slipping out of my reverie, I realize I've snuggled down into the hollow that you left.

"Love you."

Words mumbled into desolate darkness. Because you're not here. And I never told you.