Warning and notes: Slash fic, eventually character death and character
death implications,
very minor s & m at the club
I'm finally well balanced on my story writing and chapters for both my stories should alternate pretty frequently and quickly. The end is already set in my head and I can definitely say this isn't going to be a happy ending. I hope that doesn't ruin it for anyone.
Inspired by Rent and my guttered mind
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermoine (not in depth), Dean/Seamus (possibly some drag there.), more?
Rating: R (we know its NC-17)
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations to J.K Rowlings and her books or the Broadway play Rent but I promise I am just using them for some fun to get the story out of my head that my muses have conjured.
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Lyrics to Rent's "La Vie Boheme"
To days of inspiration Playing hooky, making something out of nothing The need to express - To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane Going mad
To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hating dear old mom and dad
~~~**
Friday night and going out with Harry-to a surprise club of all places too. He had even said they were staying the night in London and coming back early Sunday morning. *Thank goodness we don't go to church* thought Draco sarcastically.
Looking in the mirror, he decided he was going to get Harry real good. "Not just a payback, but I'm gonna make him my slave," cooed Draco to his mirror twin. He began trying on outfit after outfit, leaving the room in a jumble of colors and now wrinkled clothes. "I have nothing to wear?! (even though his closet was a double walk in) Hmm.wha.." Out of nowhere a snowy, white owl flew through the window. Draco carefully plucked the note from Hedwig's claw as she swept down. He petted her a bit as he read the note. Satisfied after some attention, she left chirping happily.
Drake, Just in case you can't decide on an outfit from your massive closet, it's an S&M / big dancing club. Can't wait to see what you decide on! Em 3
Draco smiled brightly at the nickname he gave to Harry because of his emerald eyes. *How'd he know? Well, of course.* thinking how his love sometimes knew him too well. Once glance into his half destroyed closet (now resembling Kansas from an old favorite muggle movie "Wizard of Oz" *snicker* wizards.how ironic) and he was set.
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"Where could he be? Did he get my note? Hedwig has never had a problem delivering to him. I swore I sent it early enough so he would have enough time!" Leaning against an old stonewall in Diagon Alley, Harry tapped his foot impatiently.
Harry was clad in a sheer, collared, button down shirt, tinted pale green with gold sparkled laced through the fabric. His shiny gold pants and black, killer boots set the whole look off. Gold bronzer/ sparkles shimmered across his cheekbones and around his eyes. The combination of gold on his face and green shirt brought out the lightening in the emerald depths of his eyes. A gold loop earring with an emerald hangin from it added for to the effect. The earring had been a personalized birthday present from Draco over the summer and he wore it each time they went somewhere special. The gold choker and two dangling gold chains gleamed against his chest that peaked from his two-thirds of the way buttoned shirt. His brown hair was sprayed lightly back to accent his golden face and earring.
"Been waiting long?" came a very assured purr in the shadowed corner. " I had to make myself perfect and in doing that I'm glad you decided to meet here. I still don't understand how they let me out of the castle wearing this. Lucky for those ugly cloaks huh Em?"
"But you're already perfe." Whatever Harry was going to say died as Draco stepped out under a streetlight. Displayed before his eyes was the most delicious eye candy Harry had ever soon. Draco was the epitome of his personal stereotype-Sex God.
The black leather pants he wore looked poured on his shapely legs. *Remember to ask him later how he got into those, once you get him out* Black, semi-clunky dancing shoes completed the bottom half *Oh that bottom!* The upper half of his boyfriend's gorgeous physique was another story. A sheer, black tank top, with silver streaks lining up and down, clung to Draco's toned upper body. *We're matching!.sort of* His surreal image was totaled though when Harry glimpsed that perfect translucent skin. Claw-like slashes were made through the skintight shirt, revealing small peaks of pale skin as Draco moved. Draco's graceful walk stretched the fabric even more making Harry want to tear that outfit off Draco now instead of later. The traces of skin weren't even the best part though. Wrapped around Draco's left bicep was a cuff of dragon that held itself nicely around the arm. A black choker with dangling spikes, black stud earrings, and at least three silver rings per hand went with his night like charm. His hair for once wasn't completely gelled back, small bangs framed his high cheekbones making Harry notices the thin eyeliner under Draco's eyes. Lightly smudged, it brought out the swirling storm in the gray.
"Ready to go?" Draco continued to purr as Harry tried to assemble his wits. The vibration low in Draco's throat didn't help any, as the air seemed to crackle with suppressed sexual tension. Harry's taut body walked slowly toward his love, the tightening in his pants making it even harder to move forward. Draco glided his tongue over his bottom lip just then and Harry was gone.
Suddenly Draco was pinned to the wall by Harry's hips and mouth met mouth in secret promises for the evening to come. Draco felt Harry's heat and the heady scent of sex around him, making him thrust his hardness against Harry's. Breaking the kiss for one second "What about the club? " Draco panted.
"We'll worry about that later," Harry breathed heavily back, against Draco's neck, pushing him into the dark alley. Not missing a beat, their mouths met again as lust overtook their previously club aimed minds.
~~TBC~~ OK shitty cliffhanger but I'm going away again for the weekend and I had to end it somehow so my penguin muses came up with this. I think it was the girl scout cookies that just came in for them or maybe my grandmother is spoiling them again. Who knows, but they are definitely loving leaving cliffs (read my other story and you'll understand). *penguin muses garble up girl scout cookies, some stealing the scout's uniforms and running around the neighborhood stealing back more cookies from innocent old ppl* Damnit! Have to go control my penguins.
I'm finally well balanced on my story writing and chapters for both my stories should alternate pretty frequently and quickly. The end is already set in my head and I can definitely say this isn't going to be a happy ending. I hope that doesn't ruin it for anyone.
Inspired by Rent and my guttered mind
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermoine (not in depth), Dean/Seamus (possibly some drag there.), more?
Rating: R (we know its NC-17)
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations to J.K Rowlings and her books or the Broadway play Rent but I promise I am just using them for some fun to get the story out of my head that my muses have conjured.
~~~~~~~********************************************************************* **~~~~~~~
Lyrics to Rent's "La Vie Boheme"
To days of inspiration Playing hooky, making something out of nothing The need to express - To communicate, To going against the grain, Going insane Going mad
To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hating dear old mom and dad
~~~**
Friday night and going out with Harry-to a surprise club of all places too. He had even said they were staying the night in London and coming back early Sunday morning. *Thank goodness we don't go to church* thought Draco sarcastically.
Looking in the mirror, he decided he was going to get Harry real good. "Not just a payback, but I'm gonna make him my slave," cooed Draco to his mirror twin. He began trying on outfit after outfit, leaving the room in a jumble of colors and now wrinkled clothes. "I have nothing to wear?! (even though his closet was a double walk in) Hmm.wha.." Out of nowhere a snowy, white owl flew through the window. Draco carefully plucked the note from Hedwig's claw as she swept down. He petted her a bit as he read the note. Satisfied after some attention, she left chirping happily.
Drake, Just in case you can't decide on an outfit from your massive closet, it's an S&M / big dancing club. Can't wait to see what you decide on! Em 3
Draco smiled brightly at the nickname he gave to Harry because of his emerald eyes. *How'd he know? Well, of course.* thinking how his love sometimes knew him too well. Once glance into his half destroyed closet (now resembling Kansas from an old favorite muggle movie "Wizard of Oz" *snicker* wizards.how ironic) and he was set.
~~~**
"Where could he be? Did he get my note? Hedwig has never had a problem delivering to him. I swore I sent it early enough so he would have enough time!" Leaning against an old stonewall in Diagon Alley, Harry tapped his foot impatiently.
Harry was clad in a sheer, collared, button down shirt, tinted pale green with gold sparkled laced through the fabric. His shiny gold pants and black, killer boots set the whole look off. Gold bronzer/ sparkles shimmered across his cheekbones and around his eyes. The combination of gold on his face and green shirt brought out the lightening in the emerald depths of his eyes. A gold loop earring with an emerald hangin from it added for to the effect. The earring had been a personalized birthday present from Draco over the summer and he wore it each time they went somewhere special. The gold choker and two dangling gold chains gleamed against his chest that peaked from his two-thirds of the way buttoned shirt. His brown hair was sprayed lightly back to accent his golden face and earring.
"Been waiting long?" came a very assured purr in the shadowed corner. " I had to make myself perfect and in doing that I'm glad you decided to meet here. I still don't understand how they let me out of the castle wearing this. Lucky for those ugly cloaks huh Em?"
"But you're already perfe." Whatever Harry was going to say died as Draco stepped out under a streetlight. Displayed before his eyes was the most delicious eye candy Harry had ever soon. Draco was the epitome of his personal stereotype-Sex God.
The black leather pants he wore looked poured on his shapely legs. *Remember to ask him later how he got into those, once you get him out* Black, semi-clunky dancing shoes completed the bottom half *Oh that bottom!* The upper half of his boyfriend's gorgeous physique was another story. A sheer, black tank top, with silver streaks lining up and down, clung to Draco's toned upper body. *We're matching!.sort of* His surreal image was totaled though when Harry glimpsed that perfect translucent skin. Claw-like slashes were made through the skintight shirt, revealing small peaks of pale skin as Draco moved. Draco's graceful walk stretched the fabric even more making Harry want to tear that outfit off Draco now instead of later. The traces of skin weren't even the best part though. Wrapped around Draco's left bicep was a cuff of dragon that held itself nicely around the arm. A black choker with dangling spikes, black stud earrings, and at least three silver rings per hand went with his night like charm. His hair for once wasn't completely gelled back, small bangs framed his high cheekbones making Harry notices the thin eyeliner under Draco's eyes. Lightly smudged, it brought out the swirling storm in the gray.
"Ready to go?" Draco continued to purr as Harry tried to assemble his wits. The vibration low in Draco's throat didn't help any, as the air seemed to crackle with suppressed sexual tension. Harry's taut body walked slowly toward his love, the tightening in his pants making it even harder to move forward. Draco glided his tongue over his bottom lip just then and Harry was gone.
Suddenly Draco was pinned to the wall by Harry's hips and mouth met mouth in secret promises for the evening to come. Draco felt Harry's heat and the heady scent of sex around him, making him thrust his hardness against Harry's. Breaking the kiss for one second "What about the club? " Draco panted.
"We'll worry about that later," Harry breathed heavily back, against Draco's neck, pushing him into the dark alley. Not missing a beat, their mouths met again as lust overtook their previously club aimed minds.
~~TBC~~ OK shitty cliffhanger but I'm going away again for the weekend and I had to end it somehow so my penguin muses came up with this. I think it was the girl scout cookies that just came in for them or maybe my grandmother is spoiling them again. Who knows, but they are definitely loving leaving cliffs (read my other story and you'll understand). *penguin muses garble up girl scout cookies, some stealing the scout's uniforms and running around the neighborhood stealing back more cookies from innocent old ppl* Damnit! Have to go control my penguins.