Wow I didnt write a songfic! Its a conspiracy!
Anyways heres the lowdown... Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy slashiness... my first HP fics so dont sue me if I go way over OOC
Disclaimer: Must we always go throught this, ya'll know I dont own the shit!
Magical Tourture
Chapter One
"Confusion Ambience"
~Harry's POV~
He's emotionless as ususual, sitting underneath a tree outside,lazily scribbling on a sheet of parchment. The sky is overcast with the greyness of rainclouds. Such a demeaning and stonecold scene. So perfect considering that I'm speaking of Draco Malfoy.Why I am even looking out the window at him is beyond me. Prehaps it's the fact that he's the only student besides I who is outside of the great hall at supper time? I hadn't been feeling particularly hungry today so I decided to go over to the library and finish up some research for a Potions project. Thats when I glanced out the window and saw Malfoy. I guess what really gets me is that he's alone. He usually has his bodyguards,Crabbe and Goyle, around him. I suppose the goons are stuffing their faces,bleh. I turn my attention off Malfoy to set my supplies down on the table but when I turn back to check,he is gone.Shrugging, I look back at my pile of materials, or should I say lackthereof. My stuff is missing! I look around for them but to no avail. They seem to have just up and gone. I scratch the back of my head in confusion untill I hear an evil chuckle come from the direction of the farthest bookshelve from me. I walk causiously to it and look down the shadowy, narrow aisle. I see a partially exposed sillouhete far in the back.
"Hello,Potter" Comes the inmistakable voice of Malfoy."Looking for these?" He tosses a package of my homework to me in which I catch and place on a nearby empty shelf.
"What do you want?" I ask, not in the mood for one of his ceremonious mockings.
Another chuckle emits from him. I raise my brow and slowly start walking twards him."What?"I'm close enough to see him, evil grin and all. I repeat my first question. "What do you want?"
"Do you really want to know?" He asks cooly.
What is he up to? "Of course I do!" I reply aggitated. "I'm not in the mood for your gam-" My final word is interupted by Malfoy rather roughly grabbing me and slamming me into the wall that he once was leaning against.My glasses fly off my nose and land with a faint "tck" on the floor.I feel his lips push against my own and I struggle to get free of him.I twist and turn but finally give up, I'm subdued.
It seems he realizes this, his kiss becomes softer,more passionate. And I feel a tad more comfortable. I must have hit my head harder then I thought! His grip lightens slightly and I make no attempt to move. It's like my body and my brain are arguing and so far body is winning. My hands affectionately wrap around his lower arms. He slowly slides his arms around my waist, beneath my robe, and brushes his thumbs up under my shirt, making me shudder inspite of myself at the,even if its miniscule, skin-to-skin contact. Damn my adolecent hormones, damn them to hell!
Then he breaks the kiss and wispers against my trembling lips. "I want you, Potter." And with that he turns and leaves the library as kids start filtering in to do thier own studying. And I'm left feeling confused and quite, even if it's unwillingly, aroused.
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So shall I write more? Yes? No? Tell me!
Anyways heres the lowdown... Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy slashiness... my first HP fics so dont sue me if I go way over OOC
Disclaimer: Must we always go throught this, ya'll know I dont own the shit!
Magical Tourture
Chapter One
"Confusion Ambience"
~Harry's POV~
He's emotionless as ususual, sitting underneath a tree outside,lazily scribbling on a sheet of parchment. The sky is overcast with the greyness of rainclouds. Such a demeaning and stonecold scene. So perfect considering that I'm speaking of Draco Malfoy.Why I am even looking out the window at him is beyond me. Prehaps it's the fact that he's the only student besides I who is outside of the great hall at supper time? I hadn't been feeling particularly hungry today so I decided to go over to the library and finish up some research for a Potions project. Thats when I glanced out the window and saw Malfoy. I guess what really gets me is that he's alone. He usually has his bodyguards,Crabbe and Goyle, around him. I suppose the goons are stuffing their faces,bleh. I turn my attention off Malfoy to set my supplies down on the table but when I turn back to check,he is gone.Shrugging, I look back at my pile of materials, or should I say lackthereof. My stuff is missing! I look around for them but to no avail. They seem to have just up and gone. I scratch the back of my head in confusion untill I hear an evil chuckle come from the direction of the farthest bookshelve from me. I walk causiously to it and look down the shadowy, narrow aisle. I see a partially exposed sillouhete far in the back.
"Hello,Potter" Comes the inmistakable voice of Malfoy."Looking for these?" He tosses a package of my homework to me in which I catch and place on a nearby empty shelf.
"What do you want?" I ask, not in the mood for one of his ceremonious mockings.
Another chuckle emits from him. I raise my brow and slowly start walking twards him."What?"I'm close enough to see him, evil grin and all. I repeat my first question. "What do you want?"
"Do you really want to know?" He asks cooly.
What is he up to? "Of course I do!" I reply aggitated. "I'm not in the mood for your gam-" My final word is interupted by Malfoy rather roughly grabbing me and slamming me into the wall that he once was leaning against.My glasses fly off my nose and land with a faint "tck" on the floor.I feel his lips push against my own and I struggle to get free of him.I twist and turn but finally give up, I'm subdued.
It seems he realizes this, his kiss becomes softer,more passionate. And I feel a tad more comfortable. I must have hit my head harder then I thought! His grip lightens slightly and I make no attempt to move. It's like my body and my brain are arguing and so far body is winning. My hands affectionately wrap around his lower arms. He slowly slides his arms around my waist, beneath my robe, and brushes his thumbs up under my shirt, making me shudder inspite of myself at the,even if its miniscule, skin-to-skin contact. Damn my adolecent hormones, damn them to hell!
Then he breaks the kiss and wispers against my trembling lips. "I want you, Potter." And with that he turns and leaves the library as kids start filtering in to do thier own studying. And I'm left feeling confused and quite, even if it's unwillingly, aroused.
*~~**~~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
So shall I write more? Yes? No? Tell me!
