A/N: Hello! I have learned that there are some people who love Plot, Complication, and co. and there are those who just get hopelessly confused. For those that are confused, I'm sorry, but I'll stick one of those bits in every now again just to add a healthy dose of insanity.
No, I was not dissing the Matrix. It's one of my favorite movies. And I was making fun of my own story. As for 'Shipper showing up later- I don't know. Yes, Becks it's your fault. If you hadn't said that there was depth in my story, she wouldn't have appeared.
Thanks to Dreamer, Cat Samwise and her nice poem, Becks, a responsible reader, Kris/Star Lin, Dumbledore's True Love, Prongs, a person, darkangel hart, Tinuviel 182, Mystica, Sophia, Lelio (I've been trying to read that story for a week now), do you really care?!, and Lindsay Beth.
This chapter: I don't know. Maybe Draco/Harry action. We'll see.
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Part Twenty-Four
Draco felt hands running along his ribcage. He felt lips on his, burning him. Mm. They tasted so familiar. *Harry,* he thought. His hands reached up to stroke the now-familiar strands of wild dark hair. Harry's tongue parted his lips. Draco moaned. He hadn't been kissed like that for days. He wrapped one leg around him, pulling his lover on top of him.
"I guess that means you're awake," Harry said, smiling. Draco opened his eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing here?" he whispered, tugging Draco's ear gently with his teeth.
"It feels like you're trying to eat me."
"Does it?" Harry, his lips brushing against Draco's neck.
"Really, what are you doing here?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"That would be nice," Draco replied. He gasped when Harry began rubbing his leg against the Draco's inner thigh in small, tight circles.
"Draco, I'm here because I want you. Let me make love to you." Draco couldn't reply. He just groaned softly. Harry took Draco's hands. Draco heard a small click.
"Wh-"
"Handcuffs, love. Don't want you to get away from me."
"As I recall, it was you who ran off last time."
"I have no intention of running anywhere now." Harry cocked his head to the side. "Did you know you look pretty in handcuffs?"
"Do I?" Draco asked dryly.
"Good enough to eat." He proved his point by kissing the tender inside of Draco's arm, biting softly. With one hand he swiftly undid Draco's pajama top. "Hush now," he said. "We don't want to wake anybody up, do we?"
Draco wasn't used to seeing Harry like this- not that he was complaining, mind. There was something very exciting about having Harry taking control like this. Harry smiled at him before going lower. Draco hissed between his teeth and pulled at his restraints. He cried out in pleasure. "Not another sound. I 'll have to stop." Draco nodded and bit his lip to stop from crying out. But he couldn't stop himself. He could steel himself against pain, but not this. Little noises escaped from his coral lips. Not that Harry minded. He liked it when Draco was so overwhelmed he couldn't even speak, just moan and gasp. It drove him wild.
He switched tactics, entering Draco. The blond boy arched his back, causing the handcuffs to rattle against the headboard.
"Say my name," Harry whispered, moving his hips.
"Harry," gasped Draco. Harry kissed him fiercely. Draco's called his name louder and louder. His final scream was caught in Harry's mouth as he delivered his final sweet, lingering kiss.
He released Draco from the handcuffs and was pleasantly surprised when Draco nuzzled him and laid his head on his chest. He sighed and stroked his hair, remembering when he thought he was going to die if he didn't feel it running through his fingers like water. For a short while, he was able to totally forget about Ron's kiss and Hermione up in the hospital wing. "I love you," Draco breathed.
"I know," Harry replied.
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^_^ So what is Harry thinking, m'dears? Will he tell Draco about Ron? Will Draco tell Harry about Hermione? Will Ron and Hermione spill the beans to each other? And will Ron and Neville really shag in Chapter 26 and 5/16? What do you think?
Luv ya!
J. Silver
No, I was not dissing the Matrix. It's one of my favorite movies. And I was making fun of my own story. As for 'Shipper showing up later- I don't know. Yes, Becks it's your fault. If you hadn't said that there was depth in my story, she wouldn't have appeared.
Thanks to Dreamer, Cat Samwise and her nice poem, Becks, a responsible reader, Kris/Star Lin, Dumbledore's True Love, Prongs, a person, darkangel hart, Tinuviel 182, Mystica, Sophia, Lelio (I've been trying to read that story for a week now), do you really care?!, and Lindsay Beth.
This chapter: I don't know. Maybe Draco/Harry action. We'll see.
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Part Twenty-Four
Draco felt hands running along his ribcage. He felt lips on his, burning him. Mm. They tasted so familiar. *Harry,* he thought. His hands reached up to stroke the now-familiar strands of wild dark hair. Harry's tongue parted his lips. Draco moaned. He hadn't been kissed like that for days. He wrapped one leg around him, pulling his lover on top of him.
"I guess that means you're awake," Harry said, smiling. Draco opened his eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
"What does it feel like I'm doing here?" he whispered, tugging Draco's ear gently with his teeth.
"It feels like you're trying to eat me."
"Does it?" Harry, his lips brushing against Draco's neck.
"Really, what are you doing here?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"That would be nice," Draco replied. He gasped when Harry began rubbing his leg against the Draco's inner thigh in small, tight circles.
"Draco, I'm here because I want you. Let me make love to you." Draco couldn't reply. He just groaned softly. Harry took Draco's hands. Draco heard a small click.
"Wh-"
"Handcuffs, love. Don't want you to get away from me."
"As I recall, it was you who ran off last time."
"I have no intention of running anywhere now." Harry cocked his head to the side. "Did you know you look pretty in handcuffs?"
"Do I?" Draco asked dryly.
"Good enough to eat." He proved his point by kissing the tender inside of Draco's arm, biting softly. With one hand he swiftly undid Draco's pajama top. "Hush now," he said. "We don't want to wake anybody up, do we?"
Draco wasn't used to seeing Harry like this- not that he was complaining, mind. There was something very exciting about having Harry taking control like this. Harry smiled at him before going lower. Draco hissed between his teeth and pulled at his restraints. He cried out in pleasure. "Not another sound. I 'll have to stop." Draco nodded and bit his lip to stop from crying out. But he couldn't stop himself. He could steel himself against pain, but not this. Little noises escaped from his coral lips. Not that Harry minded. He liked it when Draco was so overwhelmed he couldn't even speak, just moan and gasp. It drove him wild.
He switched tactics, entering Draco. The blond boy arched his back, causing the handcuffs to rattle against the headboard.
"Say my name," Harry whispered, moving his hips.
"Harry," gasped Draco. Harry kissed him fiercely. Draco's called his name louder and louder. His final scream was caught in Harry's mouth as he delivered his final sweet, lingering kiss.
He released Draco from the handcuffs and was pleasantly surprised when Draco nuzzled him and laid his head on his chest. He sighed and stroked his hair, remembering when he thought he was going to die if he didn't feel it running through his fingers like water. For a short while, he was able to totally forget about Ron's kiss and Hermione up in the hospital wing. "I love you," Draco breathed.
"I know," Harry replied.
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^_^ So what is Harry thinking, m'dears? Will he tell Draco about Ron? Will Draco tell Harry about Hermione? Will Ron and Hermione spill the beans to each other? And will Ron and Neville really shag in Chapter 26 and 5/16? What do you think?
Luv ya!
J. Silver