This is my first Draco-Harry fanfic. I never did the whole gay thing so I would appreciate if you could tell me what I'm doing wrong or something. I'm pretty sure this will suck but I'm willing to try . Oh and this fanfic is being none to Neon Trees – In the next room. Love that song
Disclaimer- I own nothing I write –no Harry Potter ,no Draco Malfoy- hence me doing all the house work instead of my maid.
In The Next Room.Chapter one.
There you go messing with my mind.
I am usually better when I lie.
"Uh… Ahh…Yess….Yes…YES!..." came the shrill shouts through the thin walls. "Yes …God yes … you're so…Uh … yess… Just ..like ..that …UH ..Draco… yes .. Drac…."
"Oh for the love of Merlin." Harry Potter muttered as he tried to smother out the near cat cries coming from the other flat with his pillow . " Doesn't he ever sleep." Harry muttered as he finally got tired of trying to block out the woman cries and shouts about how " bloody fantastic" and how " bloody thick and hard " Malfoy's cock was.
Harry can now successfully say that his mind has now been scared so badly its amazing he can still see properly and not images of that dickshit Draco Malfoy with an unnamed woman screwing each other all over the place.
In the past two weeks Harry had seen more women then he could count come through those halls wrapped around Draco Malfoy arms and then leave alone but freshly fucked in the morning never to be seen again.
After having been talked into buying the flat when it became apparent that he could not live at the Noble House of Black during the renovations being done there. Harry was first against it when Hermione showed him it saying it was way too expansive. With its floor to ceiling windows and rich red bedroom set, and whirl pool tub in the washroom. Then Malfoy popped out of no where muttering something about how it was "too subtle for the great Harry Potter." Harry didn't know what came over him, seeing Draco Malfoy leaning against the door, looking devilishly charming with his bleached blond hair curling into his collar, and he lost all common sense. Within minutes he was buying the place and moving in. Only to find out that bloody Malfoy lived only a few feet away. And now he was stuck with the dipshit for the next month and a half, Merlin help him.
As the woman cried out her ( as it seemed and sounded like to Harry ears) very earth shaking, baby making orgasm. Harry collapse on his bed ,sighing in relief.
"Finally," he said to his big empty bedchamber, "some sleep."
As he was about to let the darkness of sleep take over his ever exhausted mind, there was a loud squeak that came from the extract replica of his bed in the other flat. The banging increased rapidly, slightly rocking Harry's bed in the process.
"That's it," Harry said slamming his pillow down on his big King size bed , getting up to wrap his body in a silk red and gold bathroom robe. Harry Potter had finally had enough. How could Malfoy be so utterly self-centered. Harry knew that Malfoy knew that he knew that he could hear the ruckus he made every night of the bloody week.
Harry could bet his Firebolt that Malfoy was getting one hell of a kick out of this. Knowing that Harry couldn't sleep, couldn't eat a good meal in peace nor could he even invite his friends over anymore without being ridiculously embarrassed.
He had it. Malfoy was going to pay for all his sleepless nights and wicked dreams. Filling his head with blond hair and gray eyes. Harry bet this part of his big plan to make Harry suffer for making his life hell in school and not to mention defeating his one and only Dark Lord.
Well no more. Harry was going it get that bastard what was coming to him. Harry couldn't wait to wipe his regular smirk off big happy face.
That said face was not blissfully sporting his usual smirk. Instead Draco Malfoy's face was now screwed up in sexual frustration. He wanted to come oh-so-badly. What he couldn't understand was why he wasn't doing exactly that. He grunted his frustration and slammed into the woman – what was her name .. Candy…Candice...Stacey…wait or was it Rebecca?- ah well liked he cared. He heard her say his name in her annoying cat like voice. He whined and wondered what the hell he ever saw in her. As she whimpered he glanced down .
Her dark dirty blonde hair was spilled like a halo around his pillow, her breast perked and red for his nipping and pinching. Then she opened her eyes and he knew why he took her home with was those damn eyes. Potter's eyes.
Malfoy muttered a curse ,determined to rid his mind from Potter, and shoved harder into the woman's tight warm hole. Still it did nothing. He was hard as a rock but he wasn't feeling anything, not giving anything .
Since Harry –bloody-Potter had set his unwanted feet back into his life. Malfoy found him self doing the most stupid and ridiculous things , all leading to him wanting Potter's stupid attention.
That day two weeks ago, he should have minded his own damn business . But oh, no he went in to wild drive when he notice and remembered( because how would he even begin to forget Harry Potter- the git who mad his life living hell) the spiky unkempt black hair of freaking Potter. He had to taunt Potter into to buying the stupid flat and now he was paying for his stupid taunting. Who knew the dump git would actually buy the stupid place.
Oh yes, stupid is Draco's new favourite word.
Two weeks. Two freaking weeks and already Draco found himself picking up women who looked a little like Potter. They would have the dark green eyes so similar yet not as quite as green as Potter's. They would have the dark hair but somehow don't matter how much gel they styled in it, it never looked like Potter's.
The Stupid Harry Potter.
Draco continued to bang into the woman. Thinking of Potter. A small frown crease his frown head when he remember the article he read in The Daily Prophet about a mouth ago, stating that Potter was finally out of the closet, a fact which had shocked the wizarding community to a core. Hell it was even shocking his mind right about now. Here he was fucking one of the most beautiful girl out there and all he could think about was sodding Harry Potter twisting beneath him. He imagined it was Harry's legs at odd angles, he imagined it was Potter's tight hole he was banging it. He wondered if Potter was a screaming or a moaning. Was Potter into bottoming or was he the giver? Draco could imagine Potter bottoming for him, just him.
Draco found his body responding to his vivid imagination. He was so close. So bloody close. "Yes , a little more further Potter " his mind whispered to his body. " Just a lit-"
"OI!"
"What the –" Draco cursed. He was pissed. And no one pissed off Draco Malfoy when he was so fucking close.
Draco pulled out of the woman ,who had gotten so many orgasms that she lay lazily across the bed smiling wickly.
"Oi!" came the shouts again, this time followed by some intense banging.
Wait that can't be-
"Malfoy you open this fucking door now or I swear I'll curse it bloody pieces ."
Yep. The Stupid Harry Potter.
Draco stomped to the door as he threw a trowel around his still rock hard ejection. He didn't care that he showed through the towel like a tent in a dense forest. He wanted Potter to see.
"Oi ,would you stop banging on my fucking door Potter !" Draco screamed into the man face as he shoved open his door
"Would you stop fucking on my God damn walls Malfoy!" Potter screamed right back . "I can't hear my self bloody think."
" You sure is my noise," Draco sneer, "or is it the lack of a brain Potter." He had the satisfaction of seeing Potter shake with anger.
"Look here Malfoy," Potter had the nerves to point his finger into Draco's face. The Nerves. "I'monly going to say this once. Cut. The. Shit. Out."
"Or what?" Draco said through crutched teeth."Look around Potter," He made a show of gesturing to the halls. " this is Hogwarts. You can't run to old crack pot Dumbledore anymore. This is the real world deal with it." He attempted to slam the door in Potter's red face but Potters stinking foot jammed the door.
"Oh yea, " Potter said stepping into Draco house and not to mention his personal space .Draco was an inch taller then Potter but he'll admit it he was scared. He never saw Potter eyes up this close before and he never say them flash this brilliant shade of angry green either. ",this is the real world isn't it ?. I can't complained. What I can do is murder you in your sleep and no one will think twice about a sodding ass wipe ex-Death eater that turned up dead."
Potter shoved him back with a jab of his finger and sneered "Think about that the next time you want to fucking spree and I'm trying to sleep." With that he Potter strutted to the door and slammed it. Hard
Draco, who was custom to getting the last word," ran to the door shoved it opened again and screamed after Potter. "What ? Gay life isn't all a bed of roses huh Potter? Don't be mad at me cause I'm getting some and your not. Shouldn't have switched sides Scar head."
He was rewarded with the sound of glass hitting wood. He hoped it was something expensive the bastard was breaking.
On the note of breaking glass, Draco slammed his door and turned to find what –her-face standing there is looking stunned . " What the fuck are you staring at? " He asked her in a harsh voice. He didn't really care. " Get you're ass back in bed, I'm not done yet."
"But –" she asked in a dazed voice. "Wasn't that Harry Potter?"
Draco face instantly harden. " .Fuck. Out."
"But you just sai-"
"I said," he repeated his fist clutched at his sides, " to get the FUCK OUT!
Not needing telling a third time. The bitch grabbed her things and left.
Afterwards, Draco found his self laying in bed staring at the ceiling listening to Potter's movement in the next room, with a hard on.
Yea, Harry potter was a pain in his side.
Lost me a pretty good lay tonight, Draco thought as he wanked himself to the dry to thoughts of Harry Potter. Soon he was coming hard into his Egyptian cotton sheets.
He wanted Potter alright.
Not that he'll ever tell the stupid grit.
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Hugs and kisses.
