Disclaimer: I don't own them. No matter how much I play with them. (heh heh heh) *ahem* Yes. Anyway. They're the property of the great JKR… And whomever she's sold them to.
Pairings: Harry and Draco. Mentioned Ron and Hermione.
Time period: Early seventh year. Yep, they're all legal, consenting adults. Heh heh heh.
DEDICATION: First and foremost, I would like to thank Ariel, aka "WorldShaking." She was sweet enough to ask me to do a fic that included Draco and chocolate. And while chatting (in the middle of the night, mind you…) this fic was born. She has been a faithful reviewer for all of my fics, I believe! Therefore, Ariel, my dear. I dedicate this soley to you and your marvelous muse abilities! Thank you for helping me to release my inner smut-writer! :-D
Author's Notes: It is very definitely slash. No likey, no ready. And if you don't know what slash is, you probably won't like this. This is also bound to be very kinky and very smutty. *grins wickedly* If ff.net still tolerated NC-17, this very well could be such. As it is, it is a VERY strong R. In other news, I will be adding an "Author's Notes" page, as I do with all my serials. There will be no other disclaimers, notes, etc. at the beginning of any chapters. That said, enjoy!!
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Sugar in the Sheets
By Katie of Gryffindor
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Chapter One
What a Day!
"Dammit!"
Draco Malfoy stomped his foot angrily. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" The prefect felt himself morphing into the bratty little boy all his friends teased him about. Draco's fury lured Pansy Parkinson from her room across the hall.
"What's wrong, Babe?" asked Pansy, standing in the doorway, concern painting her features along with the rest of her makeup.
"Fucking sunlight!" cried Draco again. "Dammit!"
Draco turned. He was holding a tin of what looked like freshly created mud. She frowned. "Oh, that isn't Mummy Narcissa's fudge, is it?"
"Yes," snarled Draco. He tossed the tin back where it had resided on his desk under the room's only window. "Fucking sun!" He flopped into his desk chair and crossed his arms stubbornly.
Pansy stepped into the room and put her hands on her best friend's shoulders. "Dray, why don't you write her and ask for more? I'm sure she'll understand."
"But I wanted it now, Pans," he moaned.
Pansy slipped her arms around her fellow prefect's chest from behind. "Oh, Baby. Why don't you just let it cool and have it later?"
The boy's lip jutted out, settling him fully into toddler mode. If Pansy didn't know any better, she would say the being she was currently hugging was an overgrown four-year-old who'd just been told he had to share all his toys. Pansy couldn't help but smile as she straightened up again, placing a kiss on the young man's temple. "Damn you, Draco. You just have to be absolutely adorable and so god-damned unavailable, don't you?"
Draco smirked, returning to his irresistible, eighteen-year-old tease mode. He shook his head. "It's not my fault I'm not a skirt-chaser!"
"Yeah, yeah." Pansy started back to the door. As she was about to make her exit, she turned back to face her still-moping best friend. "Hurry up, Babe. Potions in a few minutes. You don't want to keep Sevvie-poo waiting, do you?"
"Oh great," whined Draco. "First my fudge. Then the afternoon with the fucking Gryffindors." He looked to the ceiling. "Nothing else could make this day any worse."
Little did he know that things were bound to get worse before dinner time.
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Harry Potter rolled his eyes in exasperation. One more minute of watching his two best friends feeding each other, and he would have handed himself over to Voldemort personally.
"Guys?" he called for the umpteenth time. He poked at Ron Weasley's back, which was facing him. "Time for Potions."
He was completely ignored.
It was time for drastic measures. He sighed.
"Look! Dumbledore and Snape fucking like bunnies!"
The couple broke apart and stared around wildly.
"Eww! Where?" cried Hermione Granger.
"Ugh! Gross!" yelped Ron.
"Let's get going," said Harry, smirking at the scared looks on his friends' faces.
"Where's Snape?" asked Hermione, sounding oddly interested in the thought of the headmaster and the Potions master.
"I would assume he's in the dungeons, where we should be," stated Harry, annoyed.
"Oh."
The Gryffindor Trio started off toward the damp underground Potions classroom. Two of the three were wiping the remnants of strawberries off their lips and cheeks. The third was trying to ignore them and just walk calmly on.
Thank Merlin I'm not like that, thought Harry. Although a boyfriend would be nice.
As he walked into the classroom a few minutes later, he saw the object of his affections and a faint smile crept across his tanned features.
But how to claim Draco as my own? His smile grew as an idea formed.
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Draco tossed his books into his knapsack and headed for the door. Another monotonous Potions lesson. He walked out the door and started toward the Slytherin common area to drop off his books before dinner. He was the last one out of the classroom, having scoured his manicured fingernails for an extra two minutes.
Honestly. Why do we have to use the dung of something for every potion? The blonde was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the dark form lurking in the shadows. Nor did he notice that the shadow was tailing him. He only noticed something was amiss when he was suddenly thrown against the wall.
"What th-?" cried Draco. But he was quieted quickly as he saw who had his arms pinned over his head. "Potter."
"That would be me." Harry bestowed upon Draco a smirk that rivaled even his own. "Hello, Malfoy."
"Yeah, hi. Let me the fuck go," snarled Draco, tugging at the strong fingers holding him against the wall.
"Oh, but that would just be no fun, Draco." Harry smiled at Draco.
"Where do you get off calling me by my first name?" bellowed Draco, furious.
Harry smirked again, shaking his head. "Draco, Draco, Draco. I don't get off just by saying your name. There's got to be a little more than just that."
Draco raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. "And why should I care about what gets you off?" he asked.
Harry flashed a thousand-watt grin at Draco before slamming his entire body against the Slytherin. Draco let out an undignified "eep," but did not protest further.
It would have been very difficult to do so anyway. Because suddenly there was a pair of lips enveloping his own, claiming them in a rough kiss. Rough, yes, but thoroughly enjoyable. Draco relaxed into the kiss, parting his lips for the Gryffindor's tongue. But then he realized what was going on. And his head started screaming.
No way. No fucking way am I kissing Harry Potter. No fucking way! He wrenched his lips away from the raven-haired teen who still had him pinned against the wall. With a great burst of strength, he ripped his wrists out of Harry's grasp and, without another look, he sprinted the rest of the way to his dorm.
~*~TBC~*~