A/N: Darlings, thanks for your reviews. I've been doing some reading and a lot of these stories sound exactly the same, but with little differences. If you catch something that's similar to another story, it was unintended.
WARNING: For those with delicate nerves, things will get involved later. If you don't want to read it, you won't miss much. The next chapter should be okay.
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Part Five
"Boo!" Harry cried, sneaking up behind Draco. Draco whirled around and kissed Harry deeply.
"You're early," he said.
"I couldn't wait," Harry replied breathlessly.
"That's alright. It'll take us sometime to get there," Draco said, putting an arm around Harry's waist. He felt Harry shiver.
"Where?" he asked. Draco leaned in. His tongue drew a line from Harry's collarbone to his ear. Harry shivered and closed his eyes. God, it was wonderful to feel him shiver like that. It was probably a sin unto itself. Yes, carved in a stone tablet somewhere: "Thou shalt not make the Boy Who Lived shiver in ecstasy and like it."
Draco smiled at that thought. He flicked his tongue over Harry's neck again, reveling in his reaction. *This is no good. At this rate, I'll end up taking Harry right here and now, * he thought. This did have a certain appeal, but he figured it best to stick to his original plan.
"Now, now," he whispered, "if I tell you, it would ruin the surprise."
He led Harry through the twisted maze of the dungeons and paused before what appeared to be a collapsed tunnel. "Now what?" Harry whispered.
"We continue, of course," Draco replied. He stepped into the rubble and disappeared. His hand appeared a moment later beckoning for Harry to join him. He did. It was like the barrier at King's Cross Station. They walked through a long tunnel for an age. Finally, they came to a small set of stairs leading to a trap door.
"We're not in Hogwarts anymore, are we?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head.
"No, we're in someplace much better. Close your eyes." Harry did obediently and let Draco lead him up the stairs. Harry could feel the delicious warmth of a fire spreading over him.
"Go on. Look," Draco said.
Harry opened his eyes and nearly choked on an exclamation of surprise. Whatever he had been expecting from Draco, it wasn't this, especially after going through the dungeons. It was a cottage, a small three-room cottage. In the main room, there was a large fireplace with a roaring fire. In front of the fireplace were two inviting leather chairs. There was also a low table topped with what Harry recognized as dragon hide. He stroked it appreciatively. "You remembered," he said, grinning at Draco.
"Why are you so surprised I remember your self-confessed 'unusual' attraction to dragon hide?"
"I didn't think you were listening," Harry admitted.
"Something like that promises lots of fun in the future, so naturally I was listening," Draco replied with a grin of his own. Harry glanced curiously at the other two doors. "Feel free," Draco said, gesturing toward them.
Harry opened the door to his left. It contained a very charming bathroom with a pedestal sink and one of those old-fashioned cast iron tubs with claws. It was nothing spectacular, but it was decidedly cute. It was behind the second door, however, that made Harry smile. It was a bedroom. It contained it's own little fireplace, a little nightstand with a single rose and a very large four-poster bed piled high with pillows and blankets.
"Do you like it?" Draco inquired, coming up behind Harry and kissing his ear.
"It's adorable!" gasped Harry.
"And the nearest house is about a mile away. We can have as many 'nightmares' as we like," Draco added. Harry turned to face him.
"Let's get started then," he said.
Draco didn't have time to respond before he felt Harry's tongue in his mouth. *Well, it's not like I was going to protest anyway. * He felt Harry's hands unfastening his robe. * My, he is eager tonight, isn't he? * "Slow down," he whispered. "We have all night." Harry smiled.
"Yes, but I've been waiting all day," he replied. He kissed Draco again, his mouth burning like fire, his tongue moving luxuriously slow. It was fortunate that Harry had one arm locked around Draco's waist because his knees went weak as everything slowly faded away.
Bereft of Harry's lips, he felt the urgency of his own desire. He kissed Harry and began to undo his robe. His own robe fell to the floor and Harry's hands ran wantonly over his body. Harry moved his tongue to Draco's ear. Draco gasped and melted in his arms. Harry's lips traveled to his neck, his shoulders and back to his lips again.
Harry lay him on the bed and began to explore Draco's body with his tongue. This time it was he who shivered not Harry. Draco moaned. He was caught up in rapture. He cried Harry's name softly. Harry's face appeared above his shoulder. His finger traced a path along Draco's chest. "Mmmm," he said with an innocent smile. "You called?"
"Mm- God, Harry, don't stop now," Draco sighed, eyes half-closed. Harry seemed perfectly content to stop and nuzzle Draco for a moment. He turned him over and kissed him tenderly on the back of his neck whispering, "Don't worry, darling. I'm not done with you yet." Draco didn't have time to ask him what he meant when he felt Harry slide inside of him.
Draco groaned. Waves of pleasure washed over him, claiming him as their own. Willingly he gave himself over to them. He could hear the dim roar of blood pounding in his ears, feel Harry's hands on his hips and his lips on his spine. It seemed like this was how it always was and how it would always be, as if they had been doing this since the dawn of time. Even so, it was over all too soon and left them gasping in each other's arms.
Draco lifted himself on one elbow to look at Harry. He removed his glasses with utmost care. Harry didn't move. He just wanted to enjoy this moment. Draco's fingers played lightly across his lips. Harry grabbed them and kissed them. He looked up at Draco, eyes burning, and said," I love you, Draco." Draco made a strangled noise in his throat.
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I should so leave you hanging breathlessly for a week waiting for the next chapter! And I- won't! I wouldn't do that to you guys if I could help it, and I can! Review, review, parting is such sweet sorrow... (Yes, I am perfectly aware that I am insane, thank you.)
Luv ya-
Silver
WARNING: For those with delicate nerves, things will get involved later. If you don't want to read it, you won't miss much. The next chapter should be okay.
***
Part Five
"Boo!" Harry cried, sneaking up behind Draco. Draco whirled around and kissed Harry deeply.
"You're early," he said.
"I couldn't wait," Harry replied breathlessly.
"That's alright. It'll take us sometime to get there," Draco said, putting an arm around Harry's waist. He felt Harry shiver.
"Where?" he asked. Draco leaned in. His tongue drew a line from Harry's collarbone to his ear. Harry shivered and closed his eyes. God, it was wonderful to feel him shiver like that. It was probably a sin unto itself. Yes, carved in a stone tablet somewhere: "Thou shalt not make the Boy Who Lived shiver in ecstasy and like it."
Draco smiled at that thought. He flicked his tongue over Harry's neck again, reveling in his reaction. *This is no good. At this rate, I'll end up taking Harry right here and now, * he thought. This did have a certain appeal, but he figured it best to stick to his original plan.
"Now, now," he whispered, "if I tell you, it would ruin the surprise."
He led Harry through the twisted maze of the dungeons and paused before what appeared to be a collapsed tunnel. "Now what?" Harry whispered.
"We continue, of course," Draco replied. He stepped into the rubble and disappeared. His hand appeared a moment later beckoning for Harry to join him. He did. It was like the barrier at King's Cross Station. They walked through a long tunnel for an age. Finally, they came to a small set of stairs leading to a trap door.
"We're not in Hogwarts anymore, are we?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head.
"No, we're in someplace much better. Close your eyes." Harry did obediently and let Draco lead him up the stairs. Harry could feel the delicious warmth of a fire spreading over him.
"Go on. Look," Draco said.
Harry opened his eyes and nearly choked on an exclamation of surprise. Whatever he had been expecting from Draco, it wasn't this, especially after going through the dungeons. It was a cottage, a small three-room cottage. In the main room, there was a large fireplace with a roaring fire. In front of the fireplace were two inviting leather chairs. There was also a low table topped with what Harry recognized as dragon hide. He stroked it appreciatively. "You remembered," he said, grinning at Draco.
"Why are you so surprised I remember your self-confessed 'unusual' attraction to dragon hide?"
"I didn't think you were listening," Harry admitted.
"Something like that promises lots of fun in the future, so naturally I was listening," Draco replied with a grin of his own. Harry glanced curiously at the other two doors. "Feel free," Draco said, gesturing toward them.
Harry opened the door to his left. It contained a very charming bathroom with a pedestal sink and one of those old-fashioned cast iron tubs with claws. It was nothing spectacular, but it was decidedly cute. It was behind the second door, however, that made Harry smile. It was a bedroom. It contained it's own little fireplace, a little nightstand with a single rose and a very large four-poster bed piled high with pillows and blankets.
"Do you like it?" Draco inquired, coming up behind Harry and kissing his ear.
"It's adorable!" gasped Harry.
"And the nearest house is about a mile away. We can have as many 'nightmares' as we like," Draco added. Harry turned to face him.
"Let's get started then," he said.
Draco didn't have time to respond before he felt Harry's tongue in his mouth. *Well, it's not like I was going to protest anyway. * He felt Harry's hands unfastening his robe. * My, he is eager tonight, isn't he? * "Slow down," he whispered. "We have all night." Harry smiled.
"Yes, but I've been waiting all day," he replied. He kissed Draco again, his mouth burning like fire, his tongue moving luxuriously slow. It was fortunate that Harry had one arm locked around Draco's waist because his knees went weak as everything slowly faded away.
Bereft of Harry's lips, he felt the urgency of his own desire. He kissed Harry and began to undo his robe. His own robe fell to the floor and Harry's hands ran wantonly over his body. Harry moved his tongue to Draco's ear. Draco gasped and melted in his arms. Harry's lips traveled to his neck, his shoulders and back to his lips again.
Harry lay him on the bed and began to explore Draco's body with his tongue. This time it was he who shivered not Harry. Draco moaned. He was caught up in rapture. He cried Harry's name softly. Harry's face appeared above his shoulder. His finger traced a path along Draco's chest. "Mmmm," he said with an innocent smile. "You called?"
"Mm- God, Harry, don't stop now," Draco sighed, eyes half-closed. Harry seemed perfectly content to stop and nuzzle Draco for a moment. He turned him over and kissed him tenderly on the back of his neck whispering, "Don't worry, darling. I'm not done with you yet." Draco didn't have time to ask him what he meant when he felt Harry slide inside of him.
Draco groaned. Waves of pleasure washed over him, claiming him as their own. Willingly he gave himself over to them. He could hear the dim roar of blood pounding in his ears, feel Harry's hands on his hips and his lips on his spine. It seemed like this was how it always was and how it would always be, as if they had been doing this since the dawn of time. Even so, it was over all too soon and left them gasping in each other's arms.
Draco lifted himself on one elbow to look at Harry. He removed his glasses with utmost care. Harry didn't move. He just wanted to enjoy this moment. Draco's fingers played lightly across his lips. Harry grabbed them and kissed them. He looked up at Draco, eyes burning, and said," I love you, Draco." Draco made a strangled noise in his throat.
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I should so leave you hanging breathlessly for a week waiting for the next chapter! And I- won't! I wouldn't do that to you guys if I could help it, and I can! Review, review, parting is such sweet sorrow... (Yes, I am perfectly aware that I am insane, thank you.)
Luv ya-
Silver