Chapter IX: For the Love of a Slytherin
The room was silent, as dark as night. "Lumos!" Harry called out, allowing them to see where they were going. Harry's bed was inviting, sheets pulled taut, spread out flat, wrinkleless. The room was empty, beds vacant. It was as if no one else lived there but Harry. "Where is everyone?" Draco asked, looking around, a confused expression across his beautiful face. "No need to worry about them. It's just you and me. We're all alone." Right after the last word flicked off of his tongue, Harry pushed the surprised Slytherin backwards onto his bed. "H, Harry." Draco squeaked out pitifully, lying there on the bed, allowing his lover to have his way with him. Harry pressed a finger to Draco's lips, hushing him before he reached out his hands, gently unbuttoning the blonde boy's robes, exposing luscious, tender flesh. His eyes widened as he gazed upon the expanse of Draco's chest, looking like a kid in a candy store. Draco laid back, grinning at the look of awe on his lover's face. No mere words could express the love that he had for Harry, his once-rival, now his partner. He sighed, and smiled as his love proceeded to ravage him, pulling off the Slytherin robes and casting them aside. "Your body is, is heavenly," Harry gasped, gaping at Draco's well-built physique. Before Draco could reply, Harry had crawled on top of him, and bent down, showering his neck with kisses. Draco simply moaned in reply, throwing his arms around Harry's neck, burying his fingers in tousled, raven-coloured hair. "Ohhh.Harry." Draco uttered, pulling him closer. As if saying "Like that? Here's some more", Harry turned his focus from Draco's porcelain neck to his mouth, sensing the longing that Draco couldn't put into words. His tongue seemingly "knocked" on the door that was Draco's mouth, and was invited in by Draco's willing tongue. A surge of heat coursed through Harry's body as scorching velvet melted in his mouth like M & M's. The feeling was so intense that they were scared to let it go, afraid to let it out of their grasp. After a hot night of passion, Draco fell asleep in Harry's arms.
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"Hey! What's this git still doing in here?" Ron asked, walking into the dorm room. "Oh, come off it, Weasel. I just fell asleep in here," Draco sneered, held in Harry's arms. "Yeah, well, it's almost time for breakfast, so you'll need to get your ass out of here before McGonagall catches you," Ron said, showing his annoyance. After Ron left, Draco shifted his gaze from Ron to his sleeping lover. He's so cute when he sleeps, he thought, smiling sweetly. He moved a little bit, and pressed his lips to Harry's, causing him to stir slightly. "G'morning, love. Breakfast time already?" he asked, grinning. He lifted one of his arms off of Draco and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day," Draco said, snuggling a tad, "I guess I'd better get up." He gave Harry another peck on the lips, then put on his robes. His hair was disheveled, so he slicked it back, peering into the mirror. "Oh shit, we have Divinations class today. I wonder what that kook, Trelawney, is going to "predict" this time?" Draco asked, half-chuckling. Harry's only response to this was a muffled laugh. "Oh, come on, Harry, get up. Walk with me," Draco requested, strolling back over to the bed where Harry lay, cradling his face in his hands, "Please? For me?" He knew that Harry couldn't resist that face. Pulling himself up from the haven of his bed, Harry opened his trunk and dressed himself. "That's more like it, my Golden Boy," Draco cooed. Harry just grumbled, picking up his robes from the trunk. After he dressed, the two of them left the room to go eat.
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The room was silent, as dark as night. "Lumos!" Harry called out, allowing them to see where they were going. Harry's bed was inviting, sheets pulled taut, spread out flat, wrinkleless. The room was empty, beds vacant. It was as if no one else lived there but Harry. "Where is everyone?" Draco asked, looking around, a confused expression across his beautiful face. "No need to worry about them. It's just you and me. We're all alone." Right after the last word flicked off of his tongue, Harry pushed the surprised Slytherin backwards onto his bed. "H, Harry." Draco squeaked out pitifully, lying there on the bed, allowing his lover to have his way with him. Harry pressed a finger to Draco's lips, hushing him before he reached out his hands, gently unbuttoning the blonde boy's robes, exposing luscious, tender flesh. His eyes widened as he gazed upon the expanse of Draco's chest, looking like a kid in a candy store. Draco laid back, grinning at the look of awe on his lover's face. No mere words could express the love that he had for Harry, his once-rival, now his partner. He sighed, and smiled as his love proceeded to ravage him, pulling off the Slytherin robes and casting them aside. "Your body is, is heavenly," Harry gasped, gaping at Draco's well-built physique. Before Draco could reply, Harry had crawled on top of him, and bent down, showering his neck with kisses. Draco simply moaned in reply, throwing his arms around Harry's neck, burying his fingers in tousled, raven-coloured hair. "Ohhh.Harry." Draco uttered, pulling him closer. As if saying "Like that? Here's some more", Harry turned his focus from Draco's porcelain neck to his mouth, sensing the longing that Draco couldn't put into words. His tongue seemingly "knocked" on the door that was Draco's mouth, and was invited in by Draco's willing tongue. A surge of heat coursed through Harry's body as scorching velvet melted in his mouth like M & M's. The feeling was so intense that they were scared to let it go, afraid to let it out of their grasp. After a hot night of passion, Draco fell asleep in Harry's arms.
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"Hey! What's this git still doing in here?" Ron asked, walking into the dorm room. "Oh, come off it, Weasel. I just fell asleep in here," Draco sneered, held in Harry's arms. "Yeah, well, it's almost time for breakfast, so you'll need to get your ass out of here before McGonagall catches you," Ron said, showing his annoyance. After Ron left, Draco shifted his gaze from Ron to his sleeping lover. He's so cute when he sleeps, he thought, smiling sweetly. He moved a little bit, and pressed his lips to Harry's, causing him to stir slightly. "G'morning, love. Breakfast time already?" he asked, grinning. He lifted one of his arms off of Draco and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day," Draco said, snuggling a tad, "I guess I'd better get up." He gave Harry another peck on the lips, then put on his robes. His hair was disheveled, so he slicked it back, peering into the mirror. "Oh shit, we have Divinations class today. I wonder what that kook, Trelawney, is going to "predict" this time?" Draco asked, half-chuckling. Harry's only response to this was a muffled laugh. "Oh, come on, Harry, get up. Walk with me," Draco requested, strolling back over to the bed where Harry lay, cradling his face in his hands, "Please? For me?" He knew that Harry couldn't resist that face. Pulling himself up from the haven of his bed, Harry opened his trunk and dressed himself. "That's more like it, my Golden Boy," Draco cooed. Harry just grumbled, picking up his robes from the trunk. After he dressed, the two of them left the room to go eat.
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