This one's a little longer than the last one, but the last one was a catching up chapter, this one is an actual chapter. That and I just got carried away.
Another disclaimer, this is the first time I've done smut with a plot. Well, first time I've really done smut at all, and I wasn't originally going to make this a saga, but I have muses that talked me into it and gave me spare plot bunnies for it, so *shrug* Now it's an epic.
Chapter Three.
Draco had had a perfectly good, fully legitimate and official reason for showing up in Harry's office.
Not that either of them remembered what exactly that reason was now.
Harry was sitting on the desk, leaning back, and supporting himself on his hands as Draco leaned in, invading his space.
Not that Harry was worried about that, no, he was more interested in the tongue invading his mouth, seeking out corners that were rapidly becoming familiar.
More interested in the long, strong fingers weaving through his hair, massaging his scalp.
They were both so swept up in what they were doing, that they'd forgotten to lock the door.
Oliver Wood finally had a bit of free time so he could welcome his former team and housemate back to Hogwarts.
He practically bounded up the stairs to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, sweeping past a cluster of giggling first year girls with a smile and a nod.
He whistled to himself as he swung the classroom door open, crossing the room to swing the office door open with a smile, "Hullo Harry, so glad. . . to have. . . you back. . . "
It took him a moment longer to actually process what it was he was seeing, then another moment to back out of the office again, closing the door behind him, "That'll teach me not to knock" he murmured to himself, all together too shell-shocked to even think of locking the door for them.
Harry pulled away from the kiss suddenly.
Draco blinked at him, brow raising quizzically, "You have a problem?"
Harry shook his head, glancing around, "No, thought I heard something is all."
Draco glanced around as well, then rolled his eyes, "You're being paranoid."
Any protest Harry would have had was smothered as his newfound lover resumed the kiss, more vehement than before, as if to reprimand him for pausing it in the first place.
Harry groaned, feeling the fingers that had moments before been weaving through his hair, now worming their way through the front of his robes.
Harry made a sound that could only be described as a purr, his head tilting back as Draco left a trail of kitten-like nips along his jaw and down his throat.
"Eurgh!"
Draco's head snapped up from where he'd latched onto the base of Harry's neck, Harry, who already had his head tilted back opened his eyes, startled.
Standing in the doorway was a livid Ronald Weasley. He scrabbled in a sleeve for a moment before extracting his wand, pointing it at Draco, "Malfoy! Why in the Nine Hells are you trying to rape Harry?!"
Draco smirked, leaning on the desk now, one hand on either side of Harry's hips, "Can't rape the willing Weasley."
Harry arched a brow, lifting his head to look at the pale blonde above him, "Oh? And who said I was willing Draco?"
Draco arched a brow right back, his voice dropping to a low, throaty growl, "Don't make me lick you into submission Harry."
Ron made a very strangled noise, going somewhat goggle-eyed, "I don't need to hear this! I don't even need to hear ABOUT this!"
"Ron? What's the matter?" came the second familiar voice as Hermione appeared at his side, "Oh, I see." She crossed her arms, "What ARE you two thinking? I mean, what if a student had walked in on this? Oooh we'd be getting howlers from the parents."
Draco smirked again, neither he nor Harry had moved since they'd been interrupted, "Oh come off it Hermione, don't even try to tell us that you haven't had a romp or two across the desk with Ron."
Ron spluttered, Hermione patted him on the arm. Back when they were students, a remark like that would have caused her a moment's pause. She didn't even bat an eye at it now, "At least we lock the door first."
Draco nodded, continuing his thought, "I mean, Deirdre's what now? Two?"
"Twenty six months. Do you have a point?"
"Twenty six months, that means she was born in, June?"
"July, again, do you have a point?"
Draco nodded again, "Nine months before July would be. . ." He tisked, shaking his head, "Smack in the middle of a school year."
Hermione rolled her eyes, leading her still-spluttering husband from the room, "Just don't be late for dinner."
She shut the door solidly behind them and waved Ron's wand hand, still with a death-grip on his wand, as she murmured, "Aromahola."
She pondered a moment before retrieving her own wand and giving the office door a minor hex, simple thing really, any time that both Harry and Draco were in the room, the door would lock itself. She made a mental note to duplicate the hex on Draco's office door, just in case.
As soon as the door was closed again the two resumed their kiss, more fevered than before, making up for lost time.
Not even ten minutes later, Dobby appeared just inside the door, carrying a tea tray. It was part of a House Elf's job to be able to get through locked doors, particularly at teatime.
He was a little concerned when he heard the noises from the other side of the desk, then he noticed various articles of clothing tossed haphazardly across the desk and chairs.
He smiled to himself, shaking his head and setting the tea tray down quietly before vanishing off to the kitchen for another cup and saucer and some more biscuits. All the school teapots were enchanted, so the tea would still be warm when they were ready for it.
Another disclaimer, this is the first time I've done smut with a plot. Well, first time I've really done smut at all, and I wasn't originally going to make this a saga, but I have muses that talked me into it and gave me spare plot bunnies for it, so *shrug* Now it's an epic.
Chapter Three.
Draco had had a perfectly good, fully legitimate and official reason for showing up in Harry's office.
Not that either of them remembered what exactly that reason was now.
Harry was sitting on the desk, leaning back, and supporting himself on his hands as Draco leaned in, invading his space.
Not that Harry was worried about that, no, he was more interested in the tongue invading his mouth, seeking out corners that were rapidly becoming familiar.
More interested in the long, strong fingers weaving through his hair, massaging his scalp.
They were both so swept up in what they were doing, that they'd forgotten to lock the door.
Oliver Wood finally had a bit of free time so he could welcome his former team and housemate back to Hogwarts.
He practically bounded up the stairs to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, sweeping past a cluster of giggling first year girls with a smile and a nod.
He whistled to himself as he swung the classroom door open, crossing the room to swing the office door open with a smile, "Hullo Harry, so glad. . . to have. . . you back. . . "
It took him a moment longer to actually process what it was he was seeing, then another moment to back out of the office again, closing the door behind him, "That'll teach me not to knock" he murmured to himself, all together too shell-shocked to even think of locking the door for them.
Harry pulled away from the kiss suddenly.
Draco blinked at him, brow raising quizzically, "You have a problem?"
Harry shook his head, glancing around, "No, thought I heard something is all."
Draco glanced around as well, then rolled his eyes, "You're being paranoid."
Any protest Harry would have had was smothered as his newfound lover resumed the kiss, more vehement than before, as if to reprimand him for pausing it in the first place.
Harry groaned, feeling the fingers that had moments before been weaving through his hair, now worming their way through the front of his robes.
Harry made a sound that could only be described as a purr, his head tilting back as Draco left a trail of kitten-like nips along his jaw and down his throat.
"Eurgh!"
Draco's head snapped up from where he'd latched onto the base of Harry's neck, Harry, who already had his head tilted back opened his eyes, startled.
Standing in the doorway was a livid Ronald Weasley. He scrabbled in a sleeve for a moment before extracting his wand, pointing it at Draco, "Malfoy! Why in the Nine Hells are you trying to rape Harry?!"
Draco smirked, leaning on the desk now, one hand on either side of Harry's hips, "Can't rape the willing Weasley."
Harry arched a brow, lifting his head to look at the pale blonde above him, "Oh? And who said I was willing Draco?"
Draco arched a brow right back, his voice dropping to a low, throaty growl, "Don't make me lick you into submission Harry."
Ron made a very strangled noise, going somewhat goggle-eyed, "I don't need to hear this! I don't even need to hear ABOUT this!"
"Ron? What's the matter?" came the second familiar voice as Hermione appeared at his side, "Oh, I see." She crossed her arms, "What ARE you two thinking? I mean, what if a student had walked in on this? Oooh we'd be getting howlers from the parents."
Draco smirked again, neither he nor Harry had moved since they'd been interrupted, "Oh come off it Hermione, don't even try to tell us that you haven't had a romp or two across the desk with Ron."
Ron spluttered, Hermione patted him on the arm. Back when they were students, a remark like that would have caused her a moment's pause. She didn't even bat an eye at it now, "At least we lock the door first."
Draco nodded, continuing his thought, "I mean, Deirdre's what now? Two?"
"Twenty six months. Do you have a point?"
"Twenty six months, that means she was born in, June?"
"July, again, do you have a point?"
Draco nodded again, "Nine months before July would be. . ." He tisked, shaking his head, "Smack in the middle of a school year."
Hermione rolled her eyes, leading her still-spluttering husband from the room, "Just don't be late for dinner."
She shut the door solidly behind them and waved Ron's wand hand, still with a death-grip on his wand, as she murmured, "Aromahola."
She pondered a moment before retrieving her own wand and giving the office door a minor hex, simple thing really, any time that both Harry and Draco were in the room, the door would lock itself. She made a mental note to duplicate the hex on Draco's office door, just in case.
As soon as the door was closed again the two resumed their kiss, more fevered than before, making up for lost time.
Not even ten minutes later, Dobby appeared just inside the door, carrying a tea tray. It was part of a House Elf's job to be able to get through locked doors, particularly at teatime.
He was a little concerned when he heard the noises from the other side of the desk, then he noticed various articles of clothing tossed haphazardly across the desk and chairs.
He smiled to himself, shaking his head and setting the tea tray down quietly before vanishing off to the kitchen for another cup and saucer and some more biscuits. All the school teapots were enchanted, so the tea would still be warm when they were ready for it.