Warning: This DOES contain male on male slash… nothing too graphic, no
worries. However, you have been forewarned.
Legalities: I do not own anything residing in the following story
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My arms, heedless of my mind's protests, wrapped around the pale boy's neck, pulling his body tighter against my own, tongues fiercely battling for possession of the other's. And just as suddenly as it had began, the insistent mouth was torn from my own. I could feel the glazed shock permeate my face and with a vacuous blink, looked to my attacker. Draco Malfoy's grey eyes blazed with a predatory glint, wolfish smirk adorning his now-flushed lips.
"What was that?" I stupidly queried.
"A challenge," came the drawling reply as he crossed his arms across his chest, assuming an arrogant expression.
"A…What?"
"A challenge," he repeated, examining his immaculate fingernails and perching a hip against the thick, wooden table.
"I thought you wanted to fight, not snog," came my indignant response as the hazy film slowly peeled from my brain, leaving confusion in its wake.
"Well, there's time enough for both."
"What… what do you mean?"
"I mean I challenge you to a little game. An experiment, if you will. I will attempt to seduce you."
"Seduce-" I began, but a sharp, iron glare made me swallow my befuddled comments.
"I've seen you pine after Potter often enough, I doubt you should be adverse to the idea."
"Now wait a minute, that's—"
"Besides the point. As I was saying, I will attempt to capture you completely under my thrall. No magic involved… unless you beg for it. If I win, I will completely possess you. Mind, body, and heart."
"And if I win yours?" I demanded, straightening my shoulders in defense.
He gave a short, joyless laugh.
"You must know, Weasley, I have no heart."
With another feral grin, he turned and glided past me. However, not before grazing my backside with a casual movement of his hand. Blushing at once, I spun with a piqued comment about to spew from my mouth, but he was already gone, completely enveloped in the cold, brisk night. He left me to stand among the candle's flickering light in the middle of Hagrid's abandoned hut, more confused and aroused than I had ever been in my life.
Legalities: I do not own anything residing in the following story
***
My arms, heedless of my mind's protests, wrapped around the pale boy's neck, pulling his body tighter against my own, tongues fiercely battling for possession of the other's. And just as suddenly as it had began, the insistent mouth was torn from my own. I could feel the glazed shock permeate my face and with a vacuous blink, looked to my attacker. Draco Malfoy's grey eyes blazed with a predatory glint, wolfish smirk adorning his now-flushed lips.
"What was that?" I stupidly queried.
"A challenge," came the drawling reply as he crossed his arms across his chest, assuming an arrogant expression.
"A…What?"
"A challenge," he repeated, examining his immaculate fingernails and perching a hip against the thick, wooden table.
"I thought you wanted to fight, not snog," came my indignant response as the hazy film slowly peeled from my brain, leaving confusion in its wake.
"Well, there's time enough for both."
"What… what do you mean?"
"I mean I challenge you to a little game. An experiment, if you will. I will attempt to seduce you."
"Seduce-" I began, but a sharp, iron glare made me swallow my befuddled comments.
"I've seen you pine after Potter often enough, I doubt you should be adverse to the idea."
"Now wait a minute, that's—"
"Besides the point. As I was saying, I will attempt to capture you completely under my thrall. No magic involved… unless you beg for it. If I win, I will completely possess you. Mind, body, and heart."
"And if I win yours?" I demanded, straightening my shoulders in defense.
He gave a short, joyless laugh.
"You must know, Weasley, I have no heart."
With another feral grin, he turned and glided past me. However, not before grazing my backside with a casual movement of his hand. Blushing at once, I spun with a piqued comment about to spew from my mouth, but he was already gone, completely enveloped in the cold, brisk night. He left me to stand among the candle's flickering light in the middle of Hagrid's abandoned hut, more confused and aroused than I had ever been in my life.