DISCLAIMER: The day I own Harry Potter is the day I find the cure for
mortality.
Draco was up half the night trying to figure out a way that he could gain control of the 'situation' between him and the Golden Boy of Gryffindor. He knew that if he didn't have a plan and try to stick to it, he would soon find himself at the mercy of the emerald-eyed beauty.
The only problem was, most of his plan consisted of him giving into his lust.
Around one in the morning, he decided that he was getting nowhere and told himself he could always revise his plan tomorrow.
He then fell asleep and his subconscious told him what he really wanted.
*^*^*^*^DREAM*^*^*^*^
Draco woke up when he felt a weight settling on the end of his bed. He looked up and saw nothing. He tried to go back to sleep, but that idea was shot to hell when he felt a pair of warm lips brush against his cheek. His eyes flew open once more, only this time he saw a pair of glowing green eyes smiling back at him.
There were no words exchanged.
Lips met lips in blind passion. Tongues danced for control. Hands roamed freely. When the two lovers came up for air, they stared at each other for a second before enthusiastically returning to their previous tasks.
"Too many clothes," Draco murmured. Delicate hands then proceeded to take care of the situation, kissing the skin that was revealed. When Draco finished his task, Harry took immense pleasure in returning the favor of depriving his love of his stifling clothes.
Harry smiled as his tongue found a rather sensitive spot on Draco's stomach. He then continued to tease the blonde by taking a special interest in that particular area. Draco let out a moan that sent Harry moving south.
Draco gasped as Harry took his very stiff member into his mouth. "Harry," he moaned. The Gryffindor just smiled and hummed. Draco was about to come when,
He woke up.
"Damn it!" the now frustrated Slythern yelled, waking up his dorm mates and not caring. He was now up and had a very noticeable problem. 'First things first,' he thought. He quickly made his way to the bathroom to take care of the first problem. All he had to think about to send him over the edge was the way Harry looked when he was on his broomstick.
His second problem, getting back to sleep, was not so easy to take care of. He lay in a restless almost-sleep until it was time to get up for breakfast.
The entire way to the Great Hall after he had resigned that he was going to get no more sleep, he was cursing under his breath and looking down right hot (he failed to pull his hair back in his current state of mind and his clothes looked slightly disheveled, giving him a I-just-got-out-of-bed- after-a-night-of-hot-sex look). He went quickly to his seat and failed to take notice of the world around him.
When he did notice that there was, indeed, things going on around him, it was all because there was suddenly chocolate dipped strawberries sitting on his plate. He sat in shock for a second before he noticed there was a note along with the pleasant surprise.
**So you can see if you like the taste.**
He looked up at the Gryffindor table to see the person who sent the delectable surprise was currently looking as delectable was the food on his plate.
Draco looked back at his plate and slowly, making sure that Harry saw him from the Gryffindor table, bit into one of the largest strawberries. Juice spilled down the corner of his mouth and his tongue darted out to catch it. Draco slowly made his way though the mouth-watering surprise, savoring each bite.
Meanwhile, over at the Gryffindor table, Harry caught every second of the Slythern's act. He nearly came right there when he saw Draco's tongue flicker out to catch the strawberry juice. It took all of his control not to run over to Draco and take him right in front of everyone.
Harry was broken out of his Draco staring when Ron, sitting beside him, elbowed him in the ribs.
"If I didn't stop you, you would have had to change your clothes," the redhead whispered.
"Thanks."
"Here's your schedule. Potions with Slytherns first."
Harry inwardly smiled. 'This is going to be a good day.' "Ron, I'll meet you in Potions. I have to,"
Ron understood. "Go. See you in hell."
Harry patted his friend on the back and quickly made his exit to take care of his hopefully non-noticeable problem.
*^*^*^*^*^
When Harry walked into Potions just before the bell rang, there was one seat open beside Neville. Harry quickly sat down, knowing that he wouldn't be sitting there for long.
"Don't get to comfortable in those seats," Snape said as he flew into the room. "I have devised a seating chart for the rest of the term." There was something resembling a smirk on his lips that scared even the Slythern's. "Longbottom and Patil. Up front so I can stop disaster before it happens."
Both Neville and Pavarti looked at each other before heading towards their new seats. They were in shock that they weren't paired with any Slythern's.
"Goyle and Parkinson. Crabbe and Bulstrode. Thomas and Finnegan. Granger and Weasley. Zabini and Brown." He paused right by the last table before sneering, "Malfoy and Potter."
Harry walked to his new seat with a smile threatening to show itself. Draco slowly followed, but his expression was one of disbelieve. 'How am I supposed to resist him if I have to sit next to him for two hours?' Both knew it was only a matter of time before their hormones took control of the situation for them.
For the next two hours, Draco felt like he was slowly being driven insane. Harry somehow always found a way to brush his hand against him. The soft touches, combined with Harry's intoxicating scent, was almost enough for Draco to completely lose control and take him right there and then.
It wasn't until the bell was about to ring that Draco became a huge pile of goo on the floor on the Potion classroom, though. (Looking back, Draco was very pleased with himself that he had lasted so long.)
Draco felt a pair of hands on his hips before he felt Harry's breath on his cheek. "So, do you like chocolate and strawberries?"
All Draco could do was nod his head. He felt something being slipped inside his pocket just as the bell rang. The comforting hands left, as well as the warm breath.
"See you later, Malfoy," Harry smirked.
Draco stood still. He didn't move until Snape came over and asked him if he was all right.
"I think I need to lie down," whispered Draco. Snape nodded and sent him back to his dormitory. Once there, Draco remembered the note in his pocket. He pulled it out and sat down hard when he read it.
**Draco,
Meet me after dinner in the hall leading to the Gryffindor Tower. I want to find out if you taste like you smell, like vanilla raspberry.
H.P.**
Draco was up half the night trying to figure out a way that he could gain control of the 'situation' between him and the Golden Boy of Gryffindor. He knew that if he didn't have a plan and try to stick to it, he would soon find himself at the mercy of the emerald-eyed beauty.
The only problem was, most of his plan consisted of him giving into his lust.
Around one in the morning, he decided that he was getting nowhere and told himself he could always revise his plan tomorrow.
He then fell asleep and his subconscious told him what he really wanted.
*^*^*^*^DREAM*^*^*^*^
Draco woke up when he felt a weight settling on the end of his bed. He looked up and saw nothing. He tried to go back to sleep, but that idea was shot to hell when he felt a pair of warm lips brush against his cheek. His eyes flew open once more, only this time he saw a pair of glowing green eyes smiling back at him.
There were no words exchanged.
Lips met lips in blind passion. Tongues danced for control. Hands roamed freely. When the two lovers came up for air, they stared at each other for a second before enthusiastically returning to their previous tasks.
"Too many clothes," Draco murmured. Delicate hands then proceeded to take care of the situation, kissing the skin that was revealed. When Draco finished his task, Harry took immense pleasure in returning the favor of depriving his love of his stifling clothes.
Harry smiled as his tongue found a rather sensitive spot on Draco's stomach. He then continued to tease the blonde by taking a special interest in that particular area. Draco let out a moan that sent Harry moving south.
Draco gasped as Harry took his very stiff member into his mouth. "Harry," he moaned. The Gryffindor just smiled and hummed. Draco was about to come when,
He woke up.
"Damn it!" the now frustrated Slythern yelled, waking up his dorm mates and not caring. He was now up and had a very noticeable problem. 'First things first,' he thought. He quickly made his way to the bathroom to take care of the first problem. All he had to think about to send him over the edge was the way Harry looked when he was on his broomstick.
His second problem, getting back to sleep, was not so easy to take care of. He lay in a restless almost-sleep until it was time to get up for breakfast.
The entire way to the Great Hall after he had resigned that he was going to get no more sleep, he was cursing under his breath and looking down right hot (he failed to pull his hair back in his current state of mind and his clothes looked slightly disheveled, giving him a I-just-got-out-of-bed- after-a-night-of-hot-sex look). He went quickly to his seat and failed to take notice of the world around him.
When he did notice that there was, indeed, things going on around him, it was all because there was suddenly chocolate dipped strawberries sitting on his plate. He sat in shock for a second before he noticed there was a note along with the pleasant surprise.
**So you can see if you like the taste.**
He looked up at the Gryffindor table to see the person who sent the delectable surprise was currently looking as delectable was the food on his plate.
Draco looked back at his plate and slowly, making sure that Harry saw him from the Gryffindor table, bit into one of the largest strawberries. Juice spilled down the corner of his mouth and his tongue darted out to catch it. Draco slowly made his way though the mouth-watering surprise, savoring each bite.
Meanwhile, over at the Gryffindor table, Harry caught every second of the Slythern's act. He nearly came right there when he saw Draco's tongue flicker out to catch the strawberry juice. It took all of his control not to run over to Draco and take him right in front of everyone.
Harry was broken out of his Draco staring when Ron, sitting beside him, elbowed him in the ribs.
"If I didn't stop you, you would have had to change your clothes," the redhead whispered.
"Thanks."
"Here's your schedule. Potions with Slytherns first."
Harry inwardly smiled. 'This is going to be a good day.' "Ron, I'll meet you in Potions. I have to,"
Ron understood. "Go. See you in hell."
Harry patted his friend on the back and quickly made his exit to take care of his hopefully non-noticeable problem.
*^*^*^*^*^
When Harry walked into Potions just before the bell rang, there was one seat open beside Neville. Harry quickly sat down, knowing that he wouldn't be sitting there for long.
"Don't get to comfortable in those seats," Snape said as he flew into the room. "I have devised a seating chart for the rest of the term." There was something resembling a smirk on his lips that scared even the Slythern's. "Longbottom and Patil. Up front so I can stop disaster before it happens."
Both Neville and Pavarti looked at each other before heading towards their new seats. They were in shock that they weren't paired with any Slythern's.
"Goyle and Parkinson. Crabbe and Bulstrode. Thomas and Finnegan. Granger and Weasley. Zabini and Brown." He paused right by the last table before sneering, "Malfoy and Potter."
Harry walked to his new seat with a smile threatening to show itself. Draco slowly followed, but his expression was one of disbelieve. 'How am I supposed to resist him if I have to sit next to him for two hours?' Both knew it was only a matter of time before their hormones took control of the situation for them.
For the next two hours, Draco felt like he was slowly being driven insane. Harry somehow always found a way to brush his hand against him. The soft touches, combined with Harry's intoxicating scent, was almost enough for Draco to completely lose control and take him right there and then.
It wasn't until the bell was about to ring that Draco became a huge pile of goo on the floor on the Potion classroom, though. (Looking back, Draco was very pleased with himself that he had lasted so long.)
Draco felt a pair of hands on his hips before he felt Harry's breath on his cheek. "So, do you like chocolate and strawberries?"
All Draco could do was nod his head. He felt something being slipped inside his pocket just as the bell rang. The comforting hands left, as well as the warm breath.
"See you later, Malfoy," Harry smirked.
Draco stood still. He didn't move until Snape came over and asked him if he was all right.
"I think I need to lie down," whispered Draco. Snape nodded and sent him back to his dormitory. Once there, Draco remembered the note in his pocket. He pulled it out and sat down hard when he read it.
**Draco,
Meet me after dinner in the hall leading to the Gryffindor Tower. I want to find out if you taste like you smell, like vanilla raspberry.
H.P.**