A/N: I love you guys! (big hug and a tear!)Thank you bunches for your kind reviews, although waiting for them is killing me. This chapter is short, but I'll try to make them longer. My reasoning is that if my chapters are short, I can turn them out faster, but I'll see what I can do. Rosemerta, I'll get to how Harry got into the Slytherin dorm soon, I hope. ^_^ Look for it in Chapter 5 and 6. Beware: about the same time, you might get- A PLOT (Scream in Background)!
For Rinoa14: PMS stands for Premenstrual Syndrome. Guys say girls have it when they're in a really awful mood.
P.S. Sorry it's so short.
WARNING:
(Gotta have one of these for the squeamish among us.) I'm not quite certain what's going to happen later in this chapter, but things might become a bit...um...intense between these two. Please, if you're extremely delicate about that thing or it doesn't make you feel comfortable, by all means don't read this chapter.
If you'd still like to continue reading other parts of this story, I'll include a brief summary of what happens in the next section and you can still read this without me offending your sensibilities.
Disclaimer, which I keep forgetting: All characters are invented by J.K. Rowling unless noted and placed in hopefully interesting scenarios. If she does not like it, it's her fault for making her characters so awesome and appealing!
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Part Three
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. If he had thought that his nights without knowing what Draco's kiss felt like were torture, it was nothing compared to knowing what it felt like and yearning to feel them again. He could feel a hollow in his chest where all the frustration was knotting up. He sighed and moaned, beating his pillow, anything to get rid of that awful lump in his chest. But it was a persistent knot and didn't budge. In fact, it became worse. It pressed down on him like an enormous stone. He could hardly breathe. Damn it all. It was just like Draco to make him so incredibly miserable. He sat up suddenly. He knew what he had to do. He pulled back the curtains to his bed and nearly cried out in alarm.
Draco clamped his hand over Harry's mouth quickly. "Shhh!" he whispered. He sat on Harry's bed, drawing the curtains behind him.
"I was just going to see you," Harry whispered back.
"I couldn't wait anymore. Patience isn't one of my virtues," Draco said.
"You have virtues?"
"Yes. I can lure boys to my bed without trying," Draco replied. Harry shot him a look of menace. Draco kissed him softly, slowly. When he pulled away, the anger had vanished from Harry's face. His eyes wore that thirsting look once more. Draco felt very- what? It was a strange mix of emotions: excitement, agitation, and fear. He almost laughed at himself. He was having performance anxiety over Harry Potter. "Oh, for Heaven's sake!" he thought, shaking his head softly.
"Wha-" Harry began. Draco smiled.
"No more talking, Harry. I didn't come here to talk," he said.
Draco kissed Harry once more. As he kissed him, he played a little game. He put his tongue in Harry's mouth and when Harry came to meet Draco's tongue with his own, he'd pull it back little by little, enjoying Harry's mounting passion and frustration. Harry felt Draco's fingers deftly unbutton his pajama top. Draco's lips shifted to his ear. He removed Harry's shirt and ran his hand lightly over Harry's chest. "Let me know what you like," he whispered, his voice very soft. Harry didn't even think of forming words. He just nodded. He unfastened Draco's robe- had he not been able to sleep either? "Good," Harry thought. "He just as anxious as I am." It was some comfort to him that the boy who pushed him back gently against the pillows now had also been craving this, even if it was to be expected since he had bothered to sneak in here to begin with. He felt Draco's bare flesh against his and he shivered. It was delicious. Draco ran his fingers lightly down Harry's sides. Harry's laugh gave way to a sharp gasp and a groan as Draco shoved his hand down his pants.
Draco laughed softly. Loving Mockery, if such a thing could exist. Draco gave a gentle squeeze. Harry moaned, arching his back and shutting his eyes tightly. Draco removed his hand and brushed Harry's hair away from his face. Harry kissed him desperately. "Say my name," Draco requested.
"God, I'll say anything you like, just don't stop," Harry promised. Draco smiled, glad to oblige. In a few minutes Harry found himself running his fingers through Draco's white-blonde hair, in the grip of fierce emotions and praying that no one woke up. He would be strongly tempted to strangle them. He gave small cries of pleasure, interspersed with soft repetitions of Draco's name. Draco felt the evil urge to make Harry scream his name. He was successful. Harry's impassioned cry roused Neville. "Harry?" he called timidly, "are you all right?"
Draco fought back a giggle as Harry, in a very strained voice, replied, "Fine, Neville, just- ahhh- just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep."
A few moments later, Draco lay next to Harry, giggling madly. "You-"Harry said sternly, touching his finger to Draco's nose, "are decidedly evil." Draco let a slight bit of hurt show in his face. "But," Harry continued, leaning in for a kiss, "I love you for it."
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What did you think? Really, I want to know. This part gave me a lot of problems. By the by, I didn't realize just how many authors there were with the name Silver. Please forgive my oversight. Had I known, I would have come up with a slightly more original name. So, if you ever need to distinguish between Silvers, look for the little rose (@)~~~~~~ or ***. That'll be me.
Please review. I can't keep going without them...creativity waning...eyesight fuzzy- oh wait, that's normal :) please review!
For Rinoa14: PMS stands for Premenstrual Syndrome. Guys say girls have it when they're in a really awful mood.
P.S. Sorry it's so short.
WARNING:
(Gotta have one of these for the squeamish among us.) I'm not quite certain what's going to happen later in this chapter, but things might become a bit...um...intense between these two. Please, if you're extremely delicate about that thing or it doesn't make you feel comfortable, by all means don't read this chapter.
If you'd still like to continue reading other parts of this story, I'll include a brief summary of what happens in the next section and you can still read this without me offending your sensibilities.
Disclaimer, which I keep forgetting: All characters are invented by J.K. Rowling unless noted and placed in hopefully interesting scenarios. If she does not like it, it's her fault for making her characters so awesome and appealing!
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Part Three
Harry tossed and turned in his bed. If he had thought that his nights without knowing what Draco's kiss felt like were torture, it was nothing compared to knowing what it felt like and yearning to feel them again. He could feel a hollow in his chest where all the frustration was knotting up. He sighed and moaned, beating his pillow, anything to get rid of that awful lump in his chest. But it was a persistent knot and didn't budge. In fact, it became worse. It pressed down on him like an enormous stone. He could hardly breathe. Damn it all. It was just like Draco to make him so incredibly miserable. He sat up suddenly. He knew what he had to do. He pulled back the curtains to his bed and nearly cried out in alarm.
Draco clamped his hand over Harry's mouth quickly. "Shhh!" he whispered. He sat on Harry's bed, drawing the curtains behind him.
"I was just going to see you," Harry whispered back.
"I couldn't wait anymore. Patience isn't one of my virtues," Draco said.
"You have virtues?"
"Yes. I can lure boys to my bed without trying," Draco replied. Harry shot him a look of menace. Draco kissed him softly, slowly. When he pulled away, the anger had vanished from Harry's face. His eyes wore that thirsting look once more. Draco felt very- what? It was a strange mix of emotions: excitement, agitation, and fear. He almost laughed at himself. He was having performance anxiety over Harry Potter. "Oh, for Heaven's sake!" he thought, shaking his head softly.
"Wha-" Harry began. Draco smiled.
"No more talking, Harry. I didn't come here to talk," he said.
Draco kissed Harry once more. As he kissed him, he played a little game. He put his tongue in Harry's mouth and when Harry came to meet Draco's tongue with his own, he'd pull it back little by little, enjoying Harry's mounting passion and frustration. Harry felt Draco's fingers deftly unbutton his pajama top. Draco's lips shifted to his ear. He removed Harry's shirt and ran his hand lightly over Harry's chest. "Let me know what you like," he whispered, his voice very soft. Harry didn't even think of forming words. He just nodded. He unfastened Draco's robe- had he not been able to sleep either? "Good," Harry thought. "He just as anxious as I am." It was some comfort to him that the boy who pushed him back gently against the pillows now had also been craving this, even if it was to be expected since he had bothered to sneak in here to begin with. He felt Draco's bare flesh against his and he shivered. It was delicious. Draco ran his fingers lightly down Harry's sides. Harry's laugh gave way to a sharp gasp and a groan as Draco shoved his hand down his pants.
Draco laughed softly. Loving Mockery, if such a thing could exist. Draco gave a gentle squeeze. Harry moaned, arching his back and shutting his eyes tightly. Draco removed his hand and brushed Harry's hair away from his face. Harry kissed him desperately. "Say my name," Draco requested.
"God, I'll say anything you like, just don't stop," Harry promised. Draco smiled, glad to oblige. In a few minutes Harry found himself running his fingers through Draco's white-blonde hair, in the grip of fierce emotions and praying that no one woke up. He would be strongly tempted to strangle them. He gave small cries of pleasure, interspersed with soft repetitions of Draco's name. Draco felt the evil urge to make Harry scream his name. He was successful. Harry's impassioned cry roused Neville. "Harry?" he called timidly, "are you all right?"
Draco fought back a giggle as Harry, in a very strained voice, replied, "Fine, Neville, just- ahhh- just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep."
A few moments later, Draco lay next to Harry, giggling madly. "You-"Harry said sternly, touching his finger to Draco's nose, "are decidedly evil." Draco let a slight bit of hurt show in his face. "But," Harry continued, leaning in for a kiss, "I love you for it."
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What did you think? Really, I want to know. This part gave me a lot of problems. By the by, I didn't realize just how many authors there were with the name Silver. Please forgive my oversight. Had I known, I would have come up with a slightly more original name. So, if you ever need to distinguish between Silvers, look for the little rose (@)~~~~~~ or ***. That'll be me.
Please review. I can't keep going without them...creativity waning...eyesight fuzzy- oh wait, that's normal :) please review!