Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
A/N: THANX TO MagicMintDragon: Actually, Draccie doesn't have split personalities, it's just then..... and now type 'o swahooli!! =^P chireel: Ah, your review just makes me smile! ^___^ Lady Rillen: *giggles bashfully* Aw..... StarCat13: *sigh* Thanks!!! Remmy: Oy, I'm so glad you're liking that!! *grin*
Chapter Four: Chubby Muffin Bunches and Plums
"One is the loneliest number you'll ever dooooooo!!"
"Dear please, for the love of all things sacred, stop!"
"But my singing is lovely!"
"Next to a rotting corpse covered in slimy maggots..... it is, quite."
"Humph." There was a long pause. "They call me Mellow Yellow - mrrrrrrrmph!"
Harry had tackled the singing Malfoy and covered his mouth with both hands. "Now, if you want to breathe again, you will NOT sing a note. Understand? Not one note."
Draco nodded, bristling, and Harry let him go, leaning back into a sitting position, straddling Draco's slim waist. The blonde glared testily up at him and Harry reached down and pinned both of Draco's hands to the bed on either side of his shoulders, smirking. He then attacked the other man's buttons with his teeth, artfully undoing them slowly one by one.
Draco sighed, snottily looking bored, but Harry would not be deterred. He had put his partner into a bad mood and was determined to get him back to cheerfulness. So, his smirk widening, he grabbed his wand from the bedside desk and whispered in incantation that caused Draco to open his mouth, on the brim of protest, his eyes widening. But before he could even get a word out, long black ribbons had appeared out of nowhere to secure themselves securely around Draco's ankles, wrists, and gag his mouth. His eyes narrowed dangerously into two twins slits of blazing anger. Harry ignored them cheerfully and waltzed out of the bedroom. At the door he stopped and turned around, waving his wand and saying casually, "Candeltantatum." In moments the room was filled with flickering candles. Draco rolled his eyes and lay back on the pillow, grumbling darkly behind the silk gag.
Mere minutes later Harry skipped back inside the bedroom looking like a young boy about to go to a toy store with limitless amounts of money at his disposal. Draco squirmed, not usually being the one who let himself get tied up. His eyes met Harry's squarely and his expression softened and he could do nothing but chuckle, for Harry had his arms full of Draco's favorites snacks, including a bottle of chocolate syrup.
Yummy......
...... Sneaking off to smoke proved difficult enough for Harry with Ron and Hermione always inquiring about his odor after he came back late into the morning. But one night he thanked such difficulties a thousand times over at the same time of cursing them.
For this night Malfoy was restless and prowling the castle.
And Harry had burned himself, accidentally making his graphic swearing loud enough for the Slytherin to overhear.
Draco watched Harry suck on his finger for a few minutes before making his presence known by a light tap on the door with bone white knuckles. The guilty green eyes whirled to face him, dropping the cigarette to the floor in surprise. They stared at each other for a long time before Draco calmly pointed out that the carpet was beginning to burn.
"Dammit!" Harry quickly stamped it out, grinning when the small flames disappeared and then looking quite frightened as he remembered who exactly had pointed the hazard out to him. As if by magic, Draco had glided up right behind the anxious Gryffindor and as Harry realized it, he tried to get away so that Malfoy wasn't behind his back. But the boy wasn't quick enough.
A white hand reached around his waist and pulled him roughly backwards, stumbling, into Draco's hard embrace. He gasped audibly as strong arms wrapped around his torso and a burning tongue connected with his ear lobe. Hot breath sent chills racing over his spine and soft lips chased moans from his mouth. Before Harry could tell what was happening, the smaller boy had pushed him into the wall, kicking the door closed behind them with a bare foot.
But a voice made itself heard in Harry's head and he gasped, trying to wriggle free, "No! I - this is wrong. Ron - Ron and Hermione are waiting for me!" He tried to push Draco away, but a cold look had seeped into the fierce eyes. Smirking smugly, he reached up and lightly plucked Harry's glasses from his face. Harry let out a small whimper and weakly tried to grab them away, but Draco only dangled them farther out of reach. Then, with a spiteful chuckle, he tossed the glasses perilously close to the door, nearly causing the specs to slide beneath into the hall.
"Oh, please-" Harry begged, turning his face away and shutting his eyes tightly. In answer to the plea, Draco only ground his hips into Harry harder, eliciting a panicked whimper and the jade greens flickered back open. Lips parted in a silent moan as a hand violently ripped open the school robe (Harry having not yet changed for bed) and hands delving beneath the thick black fabric to caress fevered skin.
"Don't bother to resist, Potter," he drawled with a bored expression, "This may be your last chance." The words struck Harry deep with shocked surprise and he stopped struggling. Draco took only a second to regard the other boy with raised eyebrows before dragging down the robes to uncover Harry's torso and stomach, stopping right at the tiny flare of his hips. For a split second, cold winter silver met with the warm spring green. Harry didn't know what made him do it, but he went out on a limb and ran a shaking hand uncertainly through the icy blonde locks. Draco never blinked once.
Harry bit his lip as a chilling breeze that seemed to chase itself round and round the castle bit at his naked flesh. He couldn't keep his limbs from shaking and finally resorted to crossing his arms tightly over his chest. And for a split second, Draco smiled. It was a smile that sat on his lips, adorned his mouth with nothingness, but presence. A smile that Harry found unnerved him greatly. And for a fleeting second he wondered whether it was wise choice to not run while he could.
Hands left the robes hanging at his hips and long black nails dragged back up his chest to grasp his face for a chaste kiss. He kept still, tensing only slightly when Draco drew back, a devious smirk plastered over his face. Harry blanched as Draco stood a few feet in front of him..... undressing. Revealing the taut white body beneath the light emerald robe he wore. To Harry's great surprise, it was all the Slytherin wore. As if he had been *expecting* to find Harry there in a classroom all alone and pondering quietly as he smoked (and not very skillfully I might add, hence the fire hazard).
Draco's pale eyes skimmed the dark room and stopped on a spot behind the teacher's desk. He spread down the robe, stretching it out and flattening it with deft hands. Harry stood, still frozen against the wall, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Immediately butterflies broke loose inside of him, the fluttering feeling turning to a harsh buzzing in his numb ears. The cold seemed more eminent, the fact that he was half naked and that Draco *was* naked pending on his mind like an omen of doom, albeit a promising doom. His fingers curled hard against the icy stone and goose bumps raised over his flesh. Teeth chattered and lips quivered, eyes fluttered closed, nerves twitched and stomach flopped.
"You look nervous, Potter," hissed a voice right next to his ear. He jerked to the side, pulling his hands close to his chest, trying to warm them. Harry lifted his gaze and met Draco's shakily. He watched helplessly as those white hands traced down over his skin, stopping to draw icy hot circles around his erect nipple and tickle his stomach. They made their slow, agonizing path down to the barely hanging robes and boxers beneath. Then they dipped down inside and yanked downwards.
Harry gasped as the cold hit him like a punch in the face. The robes and undergarments bunched down at his heels and he was ware that only his shoes remained. Apparently Draco had noticed, too. For he tutted quietly and squatted down at the shaky boy's feet and started to untie his shoes after Harry had stepped out from the pile of robes nervously.
Then they stood facing each other in a dead silence. Harry was looking down, up, left, right - anywhere but at the vision before him. And Draco? Draco had his eyes fixed on the beauty of the face in front of him, twisted with a nervous, fearful excitement. Twisted into such beauty..... he knew would be his.
Pale silver burned with heat into Harry. He almost faltered under the piercing gaze of the Slytherin. And he almost cried out when the blonde boy finally struck, hard and fast.
He did let himself cry out when the back of his head cracked against the stone, echoing before being cut off by the sounds of heavy breathing and broken whimpers. Draco was ravaging his mouth and bruising his lips, which lay swollen and blood red when the Slytherin started to shove him towards the makeshift bed lain down for them behind the teacher's desk.
Harry had never felt so scared in his life. Before he could do anything about it, he was lying face down on the robe, Draco's sharp knee pressed painfully into the small of his back. Whimpers escaped his swollen lips as hands ran through his hair, burning kisses trailed over his back, words hissed into his ear, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and bite his lip. And above him, Draco was smiling predatorily, his lips twisting at he very concept of the situation he found himself *in*.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, Potter," he crooned silkily.
Then Harry gasped as a white hand twined in his hair and forced his face down into the floor.....
..... Draco lay asleep, nestled safely in Harry's arms. Still awake, Harry watched him with a sweet tenderness in his eyes. He gently brushed strands of icy silver from Draco's face and the other man moaned softly and buried his head deeper into the warm space between the crook of Harry's arm and his side.
Harry hummed a few lines of Greensleeves before carefully disentangling himself from Draco and making his way groggily to the bathroom. He needed to wash the chocolate and sticky carmel from his hair.
He bent over and fiddled with the water taps, cursing his weariness and inability to firmly grasp the silver handles and turn them. Then, making him jump, another hand covered is own and twisted the handle. A steaming jet of hot water spewed from the end of the tap and Harry felt the press of Draco over the back of him, bending at his tiny waist to give Harry a kiss on his ear.
With a yawn, Draco pulled Harry up and turned him so that the blonde could throw his arms effectively around the taller man's neck and pull him down for a passionate kiss. Harry stroked Draco's tongue gently, tasting sugar and pushed the lighter man up to the wall. They were both slow with weariness, but Draco found it not a problem to lean back into the wall, arching his back as Harry kissed down his stomach, dipping his tongue into the naval he had been licking cream from not an hour before.
"Stop that, Harry. It tickles," mumbled Draco, grasping the thick mop of Harry's damp hair and pulling him away from his stomach. "I feel really grody right now, love."
"Oh," yawned Harry, "Alright then."
They helped each other into the tub and gratefully submerged the the lower half of their tired, aching (if pleasurable aching) bodies after regulating the temperature of the steaming water. Draco fell asleep again from the relaxing warmth as he was sponging off Harry's back and Harry allowed himself to lean back and relax into his dreams, cradled in Draco's long arms.
A/N: I'm not happy with this chappie at all. Mumph. Double mumph, for I am in a testy mood. I doona like Algebra. Twas put on this earth to torture incompetent mortals such as myself. Ah well. How's everyone else doing today/tonight/this evening/this afternoon/this morning? Does anyone ever even ask you guys, the readers, that question? Seriously, you guys are our support, our encouragment! And here I am not even knowing how you fair at whatever time of the day you may be at! *sob* Hee. Au revior!
~*Villain*~
A/N: THANX TO MagicMintDragon: Actually, Draccie doesn't have split personalities, it's just then..... and now type 'o swahooli!! =^P chireel: Ah, your review just makes me smile! ^___^ Lady Rillen: *giggles bashfully* Aw..... StarCat13: *sigh* Thanks!!! Remmy: Oy, I'm so glad you're liking that!! *grin*
Chapter Four: Chubby Muffin Bunches and Plums
"One is the loneliest number you'll ever dooooooo!!"
"Dear please, for the love of all things sacred, stop!"
"But my singing is lovely!"
"Next to a rotting corpse covered in slimy maggots..... it is, quite."
"Humph." There was a long pause. "They call me Mellow Yellow - mrrrrrrrmph!"
Harry had tackled the singing Malfoy and covered his mouth with both hands. "Now, if you want to breathe again, you will NOT sing a note. Understand? Not one note."
Draco nodded, bristling, and Harry let him go, leaning back into a sitting position, straddling Draco's slim waist. The blonde glared testily up at him and Harry reached down and pinned both of Draco's hands to the bed on either side of his shoulders, smirking. He then attacked the other man's buttons with his teeth, artfully undoing them slowly one by one.
Draco sighed, snottily looking bored, but Harry would not be deterred. He had put his partner into a bad mood and was determined to get him back to cheerfulness. So, his smirk widening, he grabbed his wand from the bedside desk and whispered in incantation that caused Draco to open his mouth, on the brim of protest, his eyes widening. But before he could even get a word out, long black ribbons had appeared out of nowhere to secure themselves securely around Draco's ankles, wrists, and gag his mouth. His eyes narrowed dangerously into two twins slits of blazing anger. Harry ignored them cheerfully and waltzed out of the bedroom. At the door he stopped and turned around, waving his wand and saying casually, "Candeltantatum." In moments the room was filled with flickering candles. Draco rolled his eyes and lay back on the pillow, grumbling darkly behind the silk gag.
Mere minutes later Harry skipped back inside the bedroom looking like a young boy about to go to a toy store with limitless amounts of money at his disposal. Draco squirmed, not usually being the one who let himself get tied up. His eyes met Harry's squarely and his expression softened and he could do nothing but chuckle, for Harry had his arms full of Draco's favorites snacks, including a bottle of chocolate syrup.
Yummy......
...... Sneaking off to smoke proved difficult enough for Harry with Ron and Hermione always inquiring about his odor after he came back late into the morning. But one night he thanked such difficulties a thousand times over at the same time of cursing them.
For this night Malfoy was restless and prowling the castle.
And Harry had burned himself, accidentally making his graphic swearing loud enough for the Slytherin to overhear.
Draco watched Harry suck on his finger for a few minutes before making his presence known by a light tap on the door with bone white knuckles. The guilty green eyes whirled to face him, dropping the cigarette to the floor in surprise. They stared at each other for a long time before Draco calmly pointed out that the carpet was beginning to burn.
"Dammit!" Harry quickly stamped it out, grinning when the small flames disappeared and then looking quite frightened as he remembered who exactly had pointed the hazard out to him. As if by magic, Draco had glided up right behind the anxious Gryffindor and as Harry realized it, he tried to get away so that Malfoy wasn't behind his back. But the boy wasn't quick enough.
A white hand reached around his waist and pulled him roughly backwards, stumbling, into Draco's hard embrace. He gasped audibly as strong arms wrapped around his torso and a burning tongue connected with his ear lobe. Hot breath sent chills racing over his spine and soft lips chased moans from his mouth. Before Harry could tell what was happening, the smaller boy had pushed him into the wall, kicking the door closed behind them with a bare foot.
But a voice made itself heard in Harry's head and he gasped, trying to wriggle free, "No! I - this is wrong. Ron - Ron and Hermione are waiting for me!" He tried to push Draco away, but a cold look had seeped into the fierce eyes. Smirking smugly, he reached up and lightly plucked Harry's glasses from his face. Harry let out a small whimper and weakly tried to grab them away, but Draco only dangled them farther out of reach. Then, with a spiteful chuckle, he tossed the glasses perilously close to the door, nearly causing the specs to slide beneath into the hall.
"Oh, please-" Harry begged, turning his face away and shutting his eyes tightly. In answer to the plea, Draco only ground his hips into Harry harder, eliciting a panicked whimper and the jade greens flickered back open. Lips parted in a silent moan as a hand violently ripped open the school robe (Harry having not yet changed for bed) and hands delving beneath the thick black fabric to caress fevered skin.
"Don't bother to resist, Potter," he drawled with a bored expression, "This may be your last chance." The words struck Harry deep with shocked surprise and he stopped struggling. Draco took only a second to regard the other boy with raised eyebrows before dragging down the robes to uncover Harry's torso and stomach, stopping right at the tiny flare of his hips. For a split second, cold winter silver met with the warm spring green. Harry didn't know what made him do it, but he went out on a limb and ran a shaking hand uncertainly through the icy blonde locks. Draco never blinked once.
Harry bit his lip as a chilling breeze that seemed to chase itself round and round the castle bit at his naked flesh. He couldn't keep his limbs from shaking and finally resorted to crossing his arms tightly over his chest. And for a split second, Draco smiled. It was a smile that sat on his lips, adorned his mouth with nothingness, but presence. A smile that Harry found unnerved him greatly. And for a fleeting second he wondered whether it was wise choice to not run while he could.
Hands left the robes hanging at his hips and long black nails dragged back up his chest to grasp his face for a chaste kiss. He kept still, tensing only slightly when Draco drew back, a devious smirk plastered over his face. Harry blanched as Draco stood a few feet in front of him..... undressing. Revealing the taut white body beneath the light emerald robe he wore. To Harry's great surprise, it was all the Slytherin wore. As if he had been *expecting* to find Harry there in a classroom all alone and pondering quietly as he smoked (and not very skillfully I might add, hence the fire hazard).
Draco's pale eyes skimmed the dark room and stopped on a spot behind the teacher's desk. He spread down the robe, stretching it out and flattening it with deft hands. Harry stood, still frozen against the wall, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Immediately butterflies broke loose inside of him, the fluttering feeling turning to a harsh buzzing in his numb ears. The cold seemed more eminent, the fact that he was half naked and that Draco *was* naked pending on his mind like an omen of doom, albeit a promising doom. His fingers curled hard against the icy stone and goose bumps raised over his flesh. Teeth chattered and lips quivered, eyes fluttered closed, nerves twitched and stomach flopped.
"You look nervous, Potter," hissed a voice right next to his ear. He jerked to the side, pulling his hands close to his chest, trying to warm them. Harry lifted his gaze and met Draco's shakily. He watched helplessly as those white hands traced down over his skin, stopping to draw icy hot circles around his erect nipple and tickle his stomach. They made their slow, agonizing path down to the barely hanging robes and boxers beneath. Then they dipped down inside and yanked downwards.
Harry gasped as the cold hit him like a punch in the face. The robes and undergarments bunched down at his heels and he was ware that only his shoes remained. Apparently Draco had noticed, too. For he tutted quietly and squatted down at the shaky boy's feet and started to untie his shoes after Harry had stepped out from the pile of robes nervously.
Then they stood facing each other in a dead silence. Harry was looking down, up, left, right - anywhere but at the vision before him. And Draco? Draco had his eyes fixed on the beauty of the face in front of him, twisted with a nervous, fearful excitement. Twisted into such beauty..... he knew would be his.
Pale silver burned with heat into Harry. He almost faltered under the piercing gaze of the Slytherin. And he almost cried out when the blonde boy finally struck, hard and fast.
He did let himself cry out when the back of his head cracked against the stone, echoing before being cut off by the sounds of heavy breathing and broken whimpers. Draco was ravaging his mouth and bruising his lips, which lay swollen and blood red when the Slytherin started to shove him towards the makeshift bed lain down for them behind the teacher's desk.
Harry had never felt so scared in his life. Before he could do anything about it, he was lying face down on the robe, Draco's sharp knee pressed painfully into the small of his back. Whimpers escaped his swollen lips as hands ran through his hair, burning kisses trailed over his back, words hissed into his ear, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and bite his lip. And above him, Draco was smiling predatorily, his lips twisting at he very concept of the situation he found himself *in*.
"Such a pretty little thing you are, Potter," he crooned silkily.
Then Harry gasped as a white hand twined in his hair and forced his face down into the floor.....
..... Draco lay asleep, nestled safely in Harry's arms. Still awake, Harry watched him with a sweet tenderness in his eyes. He gently brushed strands of icy silver from Draco's face and the other man moaned softly and buried his head deeper into the warm space between the crook of Harry's arm and his side.
Harry hummed a few lines of Greensleeves before carefully disentangling himself from Draco and making his way groggily to the bathroom. He needed to wash the chocolate and sticky carmel from his hair.
He bent over and fiddled with the water taps, cursing his weariness and inability to firmly grasp the silver handles and turn them. Then, making him jump, another hand covered is own and twisted the handle. A steaming jet of hot water spewed from the end of the tap and Harry felt the press of Draco over the back of him, bending at his tiny waist to give Harry a kiss on his ear.
With a yawn, Draco pulled Harry up and turned him so that the blonde could throw his arms effectively around the taller man's neck and pull him down for a passionate kiss. Harry stroked Draco's tongue gently, tasting sugar and pushed the lighter man up to the wall. They were both slow with weariness, but Draco found it not a problem to lean back into the wall, arching his back as Harry kissed down his stomach, dipping his tongue into the naval he had been licking cream from not an hour before.
"Stop that, Harry. It tickles," mumbled Draco, grasping the thick mop of Harry's damp hair and pulling him away from his stomach. "I feel really grody right now, love."
"Oh," yawned Harry, "Alright then."
They helped each other into the tub and gratefully submerged the the lower half of their tired, aching (if pleasurable aching) bodies after regulating the temperature of the steaming water. Draco fell asleep again from the relaxing warmth as he was sponging off Harry's back and Harry allowed himself to lean back and relax into his dreams, cradled in Draco's long arms.
A/N: I'm not happy with this chappie at all. Mumph. Double mumph, for I am in a testy mood. I doona like Algebra. Twas put on this earth to torture incompetent mortals such as myself. Ah well. How's everyone else doing today/tonight/this evening/this afternoon/this morning? Does anyone ever even ask you guys, the readers, that question? Seriously, you guys are our support, our encouragment! And here I am not even knowing how you fair at whatever time of the day you may be at! *sob* Hee. Au revior!
~*Villain*~