A/N: Luckily for you my spastic muse decided to pay one of her rare visits and you all get a new chapter! It's not the most descriptive I could come up with, and may not be up to par with the other chapters, but I did have writer's block on it for weeks and any suggestions for how I could improve it will not be considered flames and accepted gratefully (provided that you say it in a way more like "it would have been a lot better if you did this" rather than "this sux!!!!!" since the 2^nd one doesn't exactly help me, now does it).
This chapter is going to be important later, it's simply getting some explanation out of the way for later. Hehe, a weeklong PWP? Don't think they could manage that one, though it would be pretty fun to write.
I needed the thing with Draco sleeping in Harry's bed for future reference (for hints of what's to come, the inspiration came while I was listening to Screaming Infidelities by Dashboard Confessional, that's the only hint you guys are getting!).
Also, I managed to avoid the DADA professor issue in this chapter, but it still needs resolving so cast your vote either for my original character or a canon character before I end up having to make the decision for you. As the author, I live to please my reviewers, so your wish is (some of the time) my command! Anyways, onto the actual chapter!
My note after writing the actual chapter (usually my beginning author's notes are typed before the chapter): much to my dismay, this actually ended up containing one of my PWP scenes when all I intended to happen was for me to get rid of the whole bed difficulty. Draco and Harry have minds of their own apparently ^_~
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Harry lay in his bed, staring up at the red and gold canopy and letting his thoughts drift toward his boyfriend. Another whole week until they had to go back to reality. The Gryffindor sat up abruptly when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Who's there?"
He could hear footsteps coming closer to him, yet couldn't distinguish the source of the sound. //They must have an invisibility cloak or something//.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the figure that had been occupying his thoughts moments before appeared right next to his bed.
"Draco!"
"Hello to you too."
"What are you doing here?!"
The blond feigned offense.
"You mean you aren't happy to see me?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Hmmm, you're cute when you get all flustered like that."
"Dra-co"
"Ye-es"
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Awww, you really do care."
The green-eyed boy pulled Draco in for a searing kiss that left no doubt in the Slytherin's mind as to whether Harry really did care.
"So, what are you doing up here?"
Draco sat down on the bed and curled up next to Harry, causing the other boy to gasp. The blonde's skin was like ice.
"Mmmmm, you're warm."
"And you're most definitely not!"
"Comes from living in drafty manors or a dungeon your entire life. Now shove over, unless you want me to freeze to death."
"Answer the question already!"
"Fine, fine. The dungeons were too cold, and there's no one left in them. I figured I would come up here. Why, you want me to go back?"
"No, no, I didn't say that!"
"Awwww, you're getting all cute and flustered again. Scoot over, I need blankets too you know."
"Bed hog."
Draco didn't say anything; he just snuggled into the red and gold comforter. (A/N: Can't you just imagine Draco snuggling into Harry's bed? Come on, let's all have a chorus now: awwwwww!)
"Drac, you're acting like I'm your mother or something."
"Mmm, that's nice, g'night Harry."
(A/N: Oh come on, everyone gets all spaced out right when they're about to fall asleep!)
"Night Draco"
For the rest of that week, Draco became a frequent visitor to the Gryffindor Boys 5^th Year dormitory. However, the days drew closer and closer to the time when the rest of Hogwarts would return and they would have to decide exactly where their relationship was going. This was one topic that Draco desperately wanted to stay away from. One night after Draco had made his way up to the tower yet again....
"Drac,"
"Hmmm"
"What are we going to do when everyone gets back?
"What do you mean?"
"Are we going to tell people about, well, us, or pretend like nothing's happening?"
"I don't know. Let's cross that bridge when we come to it." //So I can block the thought of what Lucius wants to do to you from my mind for a little longer at least.//
"Draco!!!!"
"What?"
Draco simply looked over at him angelically.
"Oh never mind."
"I thought you'd say that," remarked the Slytherin as he rolled over so that he was on top of Harry and captured the Gryffindor's mouth with his own.
A/N: I really did intend to end the chapter here, but smut-writing mood struck, so here's your lemon scene everyone. I'm trying to keep it to an R rating, and if you're comfortable with slash but the actual smut squicks you, you can just skip this part, as it has absolutely nothing to do with the plot whatsoever!
"Mmmph, it's really hard to concentrate when you do that"
"That was entirely the point. Now stop talking before I'm forced to resort to more drastic measures"
The look on Draco's face left no doubt as to exactly what he meant by `more drastic measures'. Harry chose to simply comply with the Slytherin's wishes, with one small exception. He decided that he wanted to be on top. As he pushed Draco over so that he was lying underneath him, the familiar Malfoy smirk made an appearance. Obviously Draco was not in the mood to be dominated.
"I think not"
The boys' Quidditch training came into play as they battled for top position. Eventually, Harry ended up straddling Draco's hips, which evoked a glare from the scuffling Slytherin. The irritated expression, however, quickly turned into one of ecstasy as a shift of position on Harry's part ground his hips into the other boy's. Oooh, seeing Draco Malfoy writhing beneath him was definitely something Harry was enjoying. Noticing Harry's lack of concentration in a rare moment of alertness, Draco grabbed his wrists and skillfully flipped the other teen under him and began to attempt to free Harry of his t-shirt and boxers. The idea of nudity seemed to dawn on Harry around the same time, and they ended up getting a bit tangled (or more so than before anyway) as they struggled to remove their clothing. Harry involuntarily arched upward, grinding his hips against Draco's yet again. He grinned wickedly as he deftly slipped on top of the blond yet once more and ran his tongue over the
other boy's bottom lip.
If Draco couldn't be on top, he definitely didn't want things going this slowly. He put his hands on the back of Harry's neck and forcibly yanked him down so that there was no option other than full contact. Their mouths collided as their sweat-slicked bodies slid against each other. They hit their climaxes at nearly the same time, calling out one another's names as light exploded behind their eyes.
Draco rolled over and looked at Harry.
"I think I'm going to have to start sleeping in your bed more often."
A/N: ::wince:: Good Lord, smut is *not* my forte. I'm practically expecting flames for that one! Methinks this needs a rating change, no? Argh, that and smut-writing advice. Anyone? Hmph, if I do write any more PWP scenes they'll be better than that one, I promise (since I'm not sure if they could really get any worse). Ok, now go review please!
This chapter is going to be important later, it's simply getting some explanation out of the way for later. Hehe, a weeklong PWP? Don't think they could manage that one, though it would be pretty fun to write.
I needed the thing with Draco sleeping in Harry's bed for future reference (for hints of what's to come, the inspiration came while I was listening to Screaming Infidelities by Dashboard Confessional, that's the only hint you guys are getting!).
Also, I managed to avoid the DADA professor issue in this chapter, but it still needs resolving so cast your vote either for my original character or a canon character before I end up having to make the decision for you. As the author, I live to please my reviewers, so your wish is (some of the time) my command! Anyways, onto the actual chapter!
My note after writing the actual chapter (usually my beginning author's notes are typed before the chapter): much to my dismay, this actually ended up containing one of my PWP scenes when all I intended to happen was for me to get rid of the whole bed difficulty. Draco and Harry have minds of their own apparently ^_~
~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry lay in his bed, staring up at the red and gold canopy and letting his thoughts drift toward his boyfriend. Another whole week until they had to go back to reality. The Gryffindor sat up abruptly when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Who's there?"
He could hear footsteps coming closer to him, yet couldn't distinguish the source of the sound. //They must have an invisibility cloak or something//.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the figure that had been occupying his thoughts moments before appeared right next to his bed.
"Draco!"
"Hello to you too."
"What are you doing here?!"
The blond feigned offense.
"You mean you aren't happy to see me?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Hmmm, you're cute when you get all flustered like that."
"Dra-co"
"Ye-es"
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You're impossible, you know that?"
"Awww, you really do care."
The green-eyed boy pulled Draco in for a searing kiss that left no doubt in the Slytherin's mind as to whether Harry really did care.
"So, what are you doing up here?"
Draco sat down on the bed and curled up next to Harry, causing the other boy to gasp. The blonde's skin was like ice.
"Mmmmm, you're warm."
"And you're most definitely not!"
"Comes from living in drafty manors or a dungeon your entire life. Now shove over, unless you want me to freeze to death."
"Answer the question already!"
"Fine, fine. The dungeons were too cold, and there's no one left in them. I figured I would come up here. Why, you want me to go back?"
"No, no, I didn't say that!"
"Awwww, you're getting all cute and flustered again. Scoot over, I need blankets too you know."
"Bed hog."
Draco didn't say anything; he just snuggled into the red and gold comforter. (A/N: Can't you just imagine Draco snuggling into Harry's bed? Come on, let's all have a chorus now: awwwwww!)
"Drac, you're acting like I'm your mother or something."
"Mmm, that's nice, g'night Harry."
(A/N: Oh come on, everyone gets all spaced out right when they're about to fall asleep!)
"Night Draco"
For the rest of that week, Draco became a frequent visitor to the Gryffindor Boys 5^th Year dormitory. However, the days drew closer and closer to the time when the rest of Hogwarts would return and they would have to decide exactly where their relationship was going. This was one topic that Draco desperately wanted to stay away from. One night after Draco had made his way up to the tower yet again....
"Drac,"
"Hmmm"
"What are we going to do when everyone gets back?
"What do you mean?"
"Are we going to tell people about, well, us, or pretend like nothing's happening?"
"I don't know. Let's cross that bridge when we come to it." //So I can block the thought of what Lucius wants to do to you from my mind for a little longer at least.//
"Draco!!!!"
"What?"
Draco simply looked over at him angelically.
"Oh never mind."
"I thought you'd say that," remarked the Slytherin as he rolled over so that he was on top of Harry and captured the Gryffindor's mouth with his own.
A/N: I really did intend to end the chapter here, but smut-writing mood struck, so here's your lemon scene everyone. I'm trying to keep it to an R rating, and if you're comfortable with slash but the actual smut squicks you, you can just skip this part, as it has absolutely nothing to do with the plot whatsoever!
"Mmmph, it's really hard to concentrate when you do that"
"That was entirely the point. Now stop talking before I'm forced to resort to more drastic measures"
The look on Draco's face left no doubt as to exactly what he meant by `more drastic measures'. Harry chose to simply comply with the Slytherin's wishes, with one small exception. He decided that he wanted to be on top. As he pushed Draco over so that he was lying underneath him, the familiar Malfoy smirk made an appearance. Obviously Draco was not in the mood to be dominated.
"I think not"
The boys' Quidditch training came into play as they battled for top position. Eventually, Harry ended up straddling Draco's hips, which evoked a glare from the scuffling Slytherin. The irritated expression, however, quickly turned into one of ecstasy as a shift of position on Harry's part ground his hips into the other boy's. Oooh, seeing Draco Malfoy writhing beneath him was definitely something Harry was enjoying. Noticing Harry's lack of concentration in a rare moment of alertness, Draco grabbed his wrists and skillfully flipped the other teen under him and began to attempt to free Harry of his t-shirt and boxers. The idea of nudity seemed to dawn on Harry around the same time, and they ended up getting a bit tangled (or more so than before anyway) as they struggled to remove their clothing. Harry involuntarily arched upward, grinding his hips against Draco's yet again. He grinned wickedly as he deftly slipped on top of the blond yet once more and ran his tongue over the
other boy's bottom lip.
If Draco couldn't be on top, he definitely didn't want things going this slowly. He put his hands on the back of Harry's neck and forcibly yanked him down so that there was no option other than full contact. Their mouths collided as their sweat-slicked bodies slid against each other. They hit their climaxes at nearly the same time, calling out one another's names as light exploded behind their eyes.
Draco rolled over and looked at Harry.
"I think I'm going to have to start sleeping in your bed more often."
A/N: ::wince:: Good Lord, smut is *not* my forte. I'm practically expecting flames for that one! Methinks this needs a rating change, no? Argh, that and smut-writing advice. Anyone? Hmph, if I do write any more PWP scenes they'll be better than that one, I promise (since I'm not sure if they could really get any worse). Ok, now go review please!