So I reread the second chapter that used to be and didn't like it. Thought this would be better… I actually found the first chapter .doc and forgot there was a second chapter. It's been so long ^_^;;
Third will be out eventually =p.
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The Malfoy's sudden need to flee drove him to attempt an escape for the door. Only to find that when he turned his head, the door was long gone and Harry's grip had already tightened at the first twitch making it impossible for Malfoy to escape. Serious Quidditch training certainly did do a number on the Boy Who Lived.
"Where do you think you're going?" He muttered into the Slytherin's ear. His hot breath made goosebumps rise in waves along Malfoy's neck; even in the already steamy room, "Aren't you warm in this heavy uniform?" He continued and proceeded to nibble at the shell of the blond's ear.
"You're despicable Potter!" The victim spat. His gray eyes that were once cold simmered with a growing fury – only to be contradicted by the blood that rushed to his cheeks… and elsewhere below.
"Well I was only going to make love to you. Is one night of passion such a bad thing?" Potter kissed the back of his ear. Draco tried to quiet the sudden, sharp intake of the room's warm, moistened air only to realize his futility as Harry chuckled smugly behind him. His grip had just loosened to allow his slightly tanned hands and arms to roam about Draco's still clothed body. He massaged wherever his hands fell. The blond couldn't help but sink into such an intimate embrace and relax as Harry worked his ventral side and eased his tense muscles.
Damn this. I should be fighting him.
…but… why?
Draco Malfoy tried to think of why he had such dire need to resist Harry Potter. All he could think of was his father. How petty. He had denied himself this warmth he longed for deep down all because of his father. Draco's cloak fell to the floor.
"Can it be…" he stammered, "more… than…?"
"Hmm? What is it, Malfoy?" Harry didn't want to go too far as to say his first name if he didn't want it. But instead, the paler boy continued in a clearer voice.
"Draco… You can call me Draco. But only here," He blushed a little more now, "I was hoping," he swallowed, "If this could be more than just one night of…" he trailed off.
Harry smiled and nuzzled into his hair; still embracing the blond from behind but now much more snugly.
"Absolutely, Draco. I couldn't be happier to oblige."
At that, Draco turned around as Harry let him. Harry let Draco initiate the kiss. It was light and his lips were moist and soft. Their closed lips glided together; reveling in the sensation of satin against satin.