Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Harry was pushed onto his bed by Draco, who proceded to kiss him hotly. The blonde fiddled with the black buttons on the shirt the other was wearing to get it off... but hardly succeeding with one hand. Deciding to stop for only a moment, he opened the shirt with his small, pale hands and stared at Harry's neck. His gaze trailed lower down the boy's chest and stopped when he saw a tatoo?
Yes, Harry Potter had a tatoo... you would think Gryffindor's 'Golden Boy' would be to... innocent to have one, but it was there in plain black ink.
He wasn't too shocked about Harry having a tatoo.... it was the pattern that surprised him. A dragon, a small black dragon was in a shape of a ring that circled his navel. It was probably a wizarding tatoo... because everytime he touched it it cricled around and bared it's teeth and flashed it's tail at you.
"Why do you have a dragon tatoo?" The Slytherin asked, adorably confused.
Harry looked at him, and shrugged as much as possible considering his shoulder blades were pressed into the matress.
"Why not? What's wrong with it?" he asked.
Draco cocked his head to the side and rubbed a hand over it.
"Nothing, but it doesn't seem... you."
"It doesn't have to suit me for me to like it." He defended. "But it reminds me of good memories...."
Draco raised a delicate eyebrow at him.
"Like what?"
"Like you. The first time we met... the first time we kissed.... the first time we did anything..... together." Harry said with a delightful smile on his face. Draco rolled his eyes playfully with a smirk.
"You are such a sappy person, Potter."
"Yeah well, you're a heartless 'Dragon', Malfoy." Harry chirped and pulled the blonde in for a kiss. "Do you understand now?"
Nodding, Draco bent over him and continued with his earlier advances.
"I love you, Harry." he said and licked the bare chest that openly displayed itself to him. Harry grabbed his face and kissed him pashionately.
" I love you too, Draco."
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This story is dedicated to: Jackie.
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Harry was pushed onto his bed by Draco, who proceded to kiss him hotly. The blonde fiddled with the black buttons on the shirt the other was wearing to get it off... but hardly succeeding with one hand. Deciding to stop for only a moment, he opened the shirt with his small, pale hands and stared at Harry's neck. His gaze trailed lower down the boy's chest and stopped when he saw a tatoo?
Yes, Harry Potter had a tatoo... you would think Gryffindor's 'Golden Boy' would be to... innocent to have one, but it was there in plain black ink.
He wasn't too shocked about Harry having a tatoo.... it was the pattern that surprised him. A dragon, a small black dragon was in a shape of a ring that circled his navel. It was probably a wizarding tatoo... because everytime he touched it it cricled around and bared it's teeth and flashed it's tail at you.
"Why do you have a dragon tatoo?" The Slytherin asked, adorably confused.
Harry looked at him, and shrugged as much as possible considering his shoulder blades were pressed into the matress.
"Why not? What's wrong with it?" he asked.
Draco cocked his head to the side and rubbed a hand over it.
"Nothing, but it doesn't seem... you."
"It doesn't have to suit me for me to like it." He defended. "But it reminds me of good memories...."
Draco raised a delicate eyebrow at him.
"Like what?"
"Like you. The first time we met... the first time we kissed.... the first time we did anything..... together." Harry said with a delightful smile on his face. Draco rolled his eyes playfully with a smirk.
"You are such a sappy person, Potter."
"Yeah well, you're a heartless 'Dragon', Malfoy." Harry chirped and pulled the blonde in for a kiss. "Do you understand now?"
Nodding, Draco bent over him and continued with his earlier advances.
"I love you, Harry." he said and licked the bare chest that openly displayed itself to him. Harry grabbed his face and kissed him pashionately.
" I love you too, Draco."
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~*~
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This story is dedicated to: Jackie.