A/N: This chapter didn't go quite the way I wanted, but I hope you like it anyway!
Thanks to Krissy, Tinuviel182, and Kjersti, who took the time to help a writer quickly running out of ideas!
Thanks also to Cat Samwise. I couldn't agree with you more, Draco is a hottie. I never said he was gay. He could be bi...
WARNING: Delicate ones, you know the drill. There will be kissing, moaning and all that jazz. Right so if that bothers you in an unpleasant way, skip this part.
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Part Ten
"Mmm, don't stop."
"Don't you have any self-restraint?" Draco asked, grinning slyly. Harry's eyes flicked up to the silver handcuffs.
"I have self-imposed restraints. Does that count?"
"H'm. 'Fraid not," Draco said. He pressed his lips to Harry's softly. Harry arched his body in response and pressed his lips against Draco's, savouring the now-familiar sensation of cold fire running through his veins. Draco pulled away slowly. Harry tried to follow his lips, but his progress was checked by the handcuffs. Draco laughed softly.
"I think I like these handcuffs, love."
"You *would* like anything that leaves somebody at your mercy."
"Mercy?" Draco said, an amused look in his eyes. "You should know better. I have none."
"I know. Tell me again why it is I love you."
"I don't know. You tell me." Draco said, running his tongue along Harry's body, going lower and lower. Harry let out a low moan. He lifted his hips.
"Mmmm. How about just when I start to hate you, you do something- mmmm- like that?" Draco didn't answer for a bit.
"I suppose that will do- for starters," he replied. His tongue darted out again, earning another cry from Harry.
"Come on, lamb. Think," Draco coaxed, his hand moving languidly along Harry's side.
"You remind me of myself." Draco laughed.
"How could I possibly remind you of yourself? What do we have in common - besides the obvious, of course."
"Well, look at it this way," Harry began.
" H'm?" Draco prompted. It was hard for Harry to concentrate between the way Draco's silver cat's eyes kept staring at him and that thing he was doing with his tongue.
" We're both famous in our own right."
"Mm-hm."
"Both different from everyone else."
"Right."
"Mmm...God, Draco, stop that."
"You sure?"
"No, but it's distracting. Either you can hear this now and finish up later or you can hear this later. Trying both at the same time isn't working for me." Draco moved up slightly and rested his head on Harry's stomach, gazing steadily at him.
"Thank you, " Harry sighed. "Where was I?"
"Different from everyone."
"Right. Both looming in shadows of greatness."
"Mmmm," Draco replied absently, kissing Harry's torso.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course."
"We're both alone." Draco rested his chin in his hands and looked at Harry quizzically.
"Explain."
"Well, all my life I've lived with the biggest set of Muggles imaginable and they hated me. They made sure no one else liked me either."
"What about Hermione and Ron?"
"They're great, but they don't understand what it is to be alone."
"And I do?"
"You understand better than they do. Your family's no picnic either."
"True," Draco sighed. Harry looked at Draco and laughed. "What?"
"You look just like an elf or a fairy- a very confused fairy."
"A what?"
"Your hair is all messed up and you have the funniest expression, and..." Harry trailed off.
"And?"
"You're almost too beautiful to be believed," he finished.
"I think that's the sweetest thing any one has ever said to me," Draco said, moving his body along Harry's as his face moved closer to his. He reached up.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking these handcuffs off. They're fun but I'm more of a hands-on kinda person."
"Hands on?"
"Yes, your hands on me." He laughed at Harry's expression. "Something wrong?"
"Yes," Harry said. He turned and pinned Draco beneath him. "I want to be on top first.
Draco merely grinned as Harry kissed him, running his hands along Draco's body. Mmmm. One thing about those handcuffs was that he missed running his hands through Draco's fine hair and over his soft skin. he heard Draco gasp beneath him, moving his hips against Harry's, arching his back. His soft cries fueled Harry on, each cry more desperate than the last. Harry kissed his neck, his teeth bruising the tender flesh. Oh, how sweet it tasted. When it was over and Harry was spent, he gave himself to Draco's embrace. He heard him whisper softly," We're not alone anymore. We're together." Harry smiled. What a very unDraco-like thing to say.
Draco flipped him on his back. "Now," he said, eyes twinkling, "it's my turn."
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^_^ Comments dears? I love reading them. They give me something to do all day, not to mention without them, this story wouldn't have continued past part one.
Luv ya!
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Thanks to Krissy, Tinuviel182, and Kjersti, who took the time to help a writer quickly running out of ideas!
Thanks also to Cat Samwise. I couldn't agree with you more, Draco is a hottie. I never said he was gay. He could be bi...
WARNING: Delicate ones, you know the drill. There will be kissing, moaning and all that jazz. Right so if that bothers you in an unpleasant way, skip this part.
***
Part Ten
"Mmm, don't stop."
"Don't you have any self-restraint?" Draco asked, grinning slyly. Harry's eyes flicked up to the silver handcuffs.
"I have self-imposed restraints. Does that count?"
"H'm. 'Fraid not," Draco said. He pressed his lips to Harry's softly. Harry arched his body in response and pressed his lips against Draco's, savouring the now-familiar sensation of cold fire running through his veins. Draco pulled away slowly. Harry tried to follow his lips, but his progress was checked by the handcuffs. Draco laughed softly.
"I think I like these handcuffs, love."
"You *would* like anything that leaves somebody at your mercy."
"Mercy?" Draco said, an amused look in his eyes. "You should know better. I have none."
"I know. Tell me again why it is I love you."
"I don't know. You tell me." Draco said, running his tongue along Harry's body, going lower and lower. Harry let out a low moan. He lifted his hips.
"Mmmm. How about just when I start to hate you, you do something- mmmm- like that?" Draco didn't answer for a bit.
"I suppose that will do- for starters," he replied. His tongue darted out again, earning another cry from Harry.
"Come on, lamb. Think," Draco coaxed, his hand moving languidly along Harry's side.
"You remind me of myself." Draco laughed.
"How could I possibly remind you of yourself? What do we have in common - besides the obvious, of course."
"Well, look at it this way," Harry began.
" H'm?" Draco prompted. It was hard for Harry to concentrate between the way Draco's silver cat's eyes kept staring at him and that thing he was doing with his tongue.
" We're both famous in our own right."
"Mm-hm."
"Both different from everyone else."
"Right."
"Mmm...God, Draco, stop that."
"You sure?"
"No, but it's distracting. Either you can hear this now and finish up later or you can hear this later. Trying both at the same time isn't working for me." Draco moved up slightly and rested his head on Harry's stomach, gazing steadily at him.
"Thank you, " Harry sighed. "Where was I?"
"Different from everyone."
"Right. Both looming in shadows of greatness."
"Mmmm," Draco replied absently, kissing Harry's torso.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course."
"We're both alone." Draco rested his chin in his hands and looked at Harry quizzically.
"Explain."
"Well, all my life I've lived with the biggest set of Muggles imaginable and they hated me. They made sure no one else liked me either."
"What about Hermione and Ron?"
"They're great, but they don't understand what it is to be alone."
"And I do?"
"You understand better than they do. Your family's no picnic either."
"True," Draco sighed. Harry looked at Draco and laughed. "What?"
"You look just like an elf or a fairy- a very confused fairy."
"A what?"
"Your hair is all messed up and you have the funniest expression, and..." Harry trailed off.
"And?"
"You're almost too beautiful to be believed," he finished.
"I think that's the sweetest thing any one has ever said to me," Draco said, moving his body along Harry's as his face moved closer to his. He reached up.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking these handcuffs off. They're fun but I'm more of a hands-on kinda person."
"Hands on?"
"Yes, your hands on me." He laughed at Harry's expression. "Something wrong?"
"Yes," Harry said. He turned and pinned Draco beneath him. "I want to be on top first.
Draco merely grinned as Harry kissed him, running his hands along Draco's body. Mmmm. One thing about those handcuffs was that he missed running his hands through Draco's fine hair and over his soft skin. he heard Draco gasp beneath him, moving his hips against Harry's, arching his back. His soft cries fueled Harry on, each cry more desperate than the last. Harry kissed his neck, his teeth bruising the tender flesh. Oh, how sweet it tasted. When it was over and Harry was spent, he gave himself to Draco's embrace. He heard him whisper softly," We're not alone anymore. We're together." Harry smiled. What a very unDraco-like thing to say.
Draco flipped him on his back. "Now," he said, eyes twinkling, "it's my turn."
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^_^ Comments dears? I love reading them. They give me something to do all day, not to mention without them, this story wouldn't have continued past part one.
Luv ya!
Silver