Again thank you to all that have reviewed! It has been much appreciated.
This chapter has a HEAVY slash warning, the "climax" of the story, so to
speak. Please only read if you are not offended, or of the faint of heart.
Having said that, I present....
Chapter IX. Detonate
"I would say, my love, that we already have a room." Harry smiled wickedly.
The lion and the dragon were facing each other, Draco sitting in the same wooden chair he had for most of the evening, just this time with a certain Gryffindor straddling his lap.
Draco's eyebrows shot up with surprise. "We do?"
Harry brought his wand out from his robes in one swift move.
"INVISIOSIO!"
Instantly a irridescent barrier surrounded the room, blending in with the the bookshelves, tables and chairs, much the way the invisibility cloak did.
"Now, no one can see, or hear us. A handy spell I picked up while wandering the grounds at night. Not even Mrs. Norris can tell we're here."
"Good thing, too," Draco laughed. "Although, she lives with Filch. Can't imagine there's a lot that would shock her."
"Oh, this might," Harry breathed into Draco's mouth as he covered it with his own, his hand trailing to work at the clasp on the black school robe the blond wore.
"Harry..." The name was barely whispered; Draco's eyes closing as he felt the strong hand of his former enemy slide from his chest to his neck. Harry's lips never left Draco's as he felt the silver and black tie slowly being pulled away, the satiny fabric flowing through Harry's fingers. With a final tug, Harry freed the tie, wrapping it around his hand as he did so.
Draco snaked his hands around the raven-hair's waist, pulling him closer as he felt Harry's covered hand trail down his smooth cheek as he devoured his mouth.
The touch of satin, the warm lips, the weight of the other boy on his lap proved to be too much for the already tense Slytherin. Harry growled in the back of his throat as he felt Draco harden beneath him, his own erection making itself painfully aware against the now-tight school uniform trousers.
Draco let his head drop back as he felt Harry trace his jawline with his tongue, his lips, down to his neck to softly suckle at the tender flesh.
/He was in Potions, watching Draco as he leaned back in his chair, exposing his creamy throat. He imagined how he would taste, how he would feel, would he moan for him.../
The memory flashed through Draco's mind as he lost himself in the sensation, a deep moan escaping his parted lips. Harry shuddered as he heard it, his hips beginning to grind a little before he broke his mouth away to try to speak.
"Jumper...off...now..." Harry gasped as he grabbed the bottom of Draco's jumper and pulled it off in one quick, if not steady, motion. A few more moments, a couple of popped buttons later, and the shirt swiftly followed to the floor. Harry stood enough to begin gliding his mouth down his lover's chest, his hands planted firmly on either of the blond's knees. Draco grasped the edges of the chair, mewling faintly as Harry's tongue circled first one, and then the other hardened nipple, teeth raking gently across before sucking roughly.
/It was a warm day earlier in the year, and the students had just finished lunch. He glanced over to the Gryffindor table, hoping to steal a look at the dark-haired boy. His eyes widened as he watched him devour the vanilla pudding, his tongue lapping at the spoon so not to miss any of the creamy dessert, then over his lips in a slow circle. He could feel that tongue, feel his lips.../
A low growl escaped from Harry as Draco's recollection of that meal played out in his mind. He slid his mouth further down, kissing every half-inch as Draco arched up off the chair toward Harry, biting his lip as he watched his fellow Seeker nipping at his trouser button. It didn't take long for Harry to unfasten the bothersome clothing, dragging the zipper down to reveal silver silk boxers. Draco sucked in his breath as Harry's hand brushed against him, sliding first the trousers, then the boxers, to the stone floor. The Slytherin trembled as the Hogwarts hero knelt between his legs, emerald eyes gazing into his as Harry leaned forward to wrap his mouth around Draco, his tongue darting back and forth around the top, pulling a guttural sound from the writhing blond . "Harry...." he moaned. "Please....more...."
Draco pushed himself up to thrust deep into Harry's warm mouth as the Gryffindor slid his hands under Draco's hips, pulling him even further in as his sucked him harder, already tasting the salty liquid trickling onto his tongue . Draco buried his hands into Harry's dark hair, his thumb brushing aside the wispy bangs to bare that scar, that gorgeous, sexy scar...
/He was lying in bed, early morn, with the curtains closed. The scrapbook was beside him, mostly hidden underneath the bedclothes. He was focused on one picture, one close picture of his desire, his hand pumping faster and faster. He wanted to cum all over him, his chest, his mouth, his scar.../
Harry moaned louder as he recalled Draco's vivid fantasy, his own hand tearing at the button of his trousers while he moved his mouth up and down over the Pride of Slytherin's wet, hard....
"Harry!" Draco cried as he dug his fingers deeper into the dark locks. "Oh, yes, there, suck...harder...oh, gods...." Harry tasted the first jolt as Draco came hard, thrusting up from the chair as he gritted his teeth, eyes shut tightly with his head thrown back. Harry replaced his mouth with his Quidditch-worn hand, stroking Draco to completion against his lips, his cheek, his scar....
Draco leaned forward, his breath catching as he watched Harry. In a instant he pulled the Gryffindor up to him for a fiery kiss, tasting himself on the other's lips, before moving his tongue over Harry's jaw, his cheek and up to his forehead, licking every sticky drop off as he went. Slowly he dragged his mouth back down, sharing the taste once more as Draco's tongue dueled with Harry's, his hands grasping at his robes.
"You..."Draco murmered,"...have...mmph...too...oh...many....mmmm...clothes....*gasp*.. .on...."
And for once, Harry was inclined to agree with Mr. Malfoy.
Harry broke the kiss long enough for Draco to strip the remainder of the cumbersome clothing off, tossing it to the floor to join his own. Hands wandered freely across sweat-soaked skin, the heat radiating between them. Harry pivoted Draco so that his back was to the table, before leaning forward to attack his bruised lips, pushing the blond down onto his back as Harry positioned himself atop him. Draco moaned wildly as he felt first one, then two thick fingers inside him, sliding back and forth as the raven- haired Gryffindor dragged his mouth over his lover's neck, sucking softly even as his fingers moved a little faster, a little deeper.
/It was the last Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Gryffindor was up 30 points, and Harry had caught sight of the snitch, low to the ground. Harry went in to a full power dive, hand inches from the golden orb, unaware the Slytherin seeker had seen it as well. Ten seconds later, the two of them lay in a heap, Harry on top of a shaken Draco. Neither of them moved for what seemed like hours as Harry allowed his mind to form the most decadent pictures , all thoughts of the snitch gone as Harry felt his body react to the object of his desire.../
Draco smiled playfully. "So it wasn't my imagination."
"What?" Harry breathed.
"Later..." he whispered. "I'll tell you later."
Harry pulled himself forward, covering Draco's mouth with his own as he pushed himself deeply into the writhing blond. The old wooden table protested loudly as they rocked back and forth atop it, Draco rising to meet each of Harry's pounding thrusts. With a guttural cry Harry came hard, fingernails digging into Draco's shoulders as he shuddered with the sheer force of pent-up emotions and desires.
Thirty minutes and one spell later, they left the library. By now it was nearly midnight, and both knew it would only be a matter of time before someone came looking for them. Draco glanced back as they walked down the stone corridor.
"You know," Draco smiled, "maybe Granger is right. Maybe it is a good idea to spend a little time in the library."
End of Chapter IX.
A/N: The next chapter is the final one of this story, and I would like to ask for any suggestions or requests to be included. I have the basic written, but I always thought it was interesting to include a few surprises from the readers. Thanks! GE
Having said that, I present....
Chapter IX. Detonate
"I would say, my love, that we already have a room." Harry smiled wickedly.
The lion and the dragon were facing each other, Draco sitting in the same wooden chair he had for most of the evening, just this time with a certain Gryffindor straddling his lap.
Draco's eyebrows shot up with surprise. "We do?"
Harry brought his wand out from his robes in one swift move.
"INVISIOSIO!"
Instantly a irridescent barrier surrounded the room, blending in with the the bookshelves, tables and chairs, much the way the invisibility cloak did.
"Now, no one can see, or hear us. A handy spell I picked up while wandering the grounds at night. Not even Mrs. Norris can tell we're here."
"Good thing, too," Draco laughed. "Although, she lives with Filch. Can't imagine there's a lot that would shock her."
"Oh, this might," Harry breathed into Draco's mouth as he covered it with his own, his hand trailing to work at the clasp on the black school robe the blond wore.
"Harry..." The name was barely whispered; Draco's eyes closing as he felt the strong hand of his former enemy slide from his chest to his neck. Harry's lips never left Draco's as he felt the silver and black tie slowly being pulled away, the satiny fabric flowing through Harry's fingers. With a final tug, Harry freed the tie, wrapping it around his hand as he did so.
Draco snaked his hands around the raven-hair's waist, pulling him closer as he felt Harry's covered hand trail down his smooth cheek as he devoured his mouth.
The touch of satin, the warm lips, the weight of the other boy on his lap proved to be too much for the already tense Slytherin. Harry growled in the back of his throat as he felt Draco harden beneath him, his own erection making itself painfully aware against the now-tight school uniform trousers.
Draco let his head drop back as he felt Harry trace his jawline with his tongue, his lips, down to his neck to softly suckle at the tender flesh.
/He was in Potions, watching Draco as he leaned back in his chair, exposing his creamy throat. He imagined how he would taste, how he would feel, would he moan for him.../
The memory flashed through Draco's mind as he lost himself in the sensation, a deep moan escaping his parted lips. Harry shuddered as he heard it, his hips beginning to grind a little before he broke his mouth away to try to speak.
"Jumper...off...now..." Harry gasped as he grabbed the bottom of Draco's jumper and pulled it off in one quick, if not steady, motion. A few more moments, a couple of popped buttons later, and the shirt swiftly followed to the floor. Harry stood enough to begin gliding his mouth down his lover's chest, his hands planted firmly on either of the blond's knees. Draco grasped the edges of the chair, mewling faintly as Harry's tongue circled first one, and then the other hardened nipple, teeth raking gently across before sucking roughly.
/It was a warm day earlier in the year, and the students had just finished lunch. He glanced over to the Gryffindor table, hoping to steal a look at the dark-haired boy. His eyes widened as he watched him devour the vanilla pudding, his tongue lapping at the spoon so not to miss any of the creamy dessert, then over his lips in a slow circle. He could feel that tongue, feel his lips.../
A low growl escaped from Harry as Draco's recollection of that meal played out in his mind. He slid his mouth further down, kissing every half-inch as Draco arched up off the chair toward Harry, biting his lip as he watched his fellow Seeker nipping at his trouser button. It didn't take long for Harry to unfasten the bothersome clothing, dragging the zipper down to reveal silver silk boxers. Draco sucked in his breath as Harry's hand brushed against him, sliding first the trousers, then the boxers, to the stone floor. The Slytherin trembled as the Hogwarts hero knelt between his legs, emerald eyes gazing into his as Harry leaned forward to wrap his mouth around Draco, his tongue darting back and forth around the top, pulling a guttural sound from the writhing blond . "Harry...." he moaned. "Please....more...."
Draco pushed himself up to thrust deep into Harry's warm mouth as the Gryffindor slid his hands under Draco's hips, pulling him even further in as his sucked him harder, already tasting the salty liquid trickling onto his tongue . Draco buried his hands into Harry's dark hair, his thumb brushing aside the wispy bangs to bare that scar, that gorgeous, sexy scar...
/He was lying in bed, early morn, with the curtains closed. The scrapbook was beside him, mostly hidden underneath the bedclothes. He was focused on one picture, one close picture of his desire, his hand pumping faster and faster. He wanted to cum all over him, his chest, his mouth, his scar.../
Harry moaned louder as he recalled Draco's vivid fantasy, his own hand tearing at the button of his trousers while he moved his mouth up and down over the Pride of Slytherin's wet, hard....
"Harry!" Draco cried as he dug his fingers deeper into the dark locks. "Oh, yes, there, suck...harder...oh, gods...." Harry tasted the first jolt as Draco came hard, thrusting up from the chair as he gritted his teeth, eyes shut tightly with his head thrown back. Harry replaced his mouth with his Quidditch-worn hand, stroking Draco to completion against his lips, his cheek, his scar....
Draco leaned forward, his breath catching as he watched Harry. In a instant he pulled the Gryffindor up to him for a fiery kiss, tasting himself on the other's lips, before moving his tongue over Harry's jaw, his cheek and up to his forehead, licking every sticky drop off as he went. Slowly he dragged his mouth back down, sharing the taste once more as Draco's tongue dueled with Harry's, his hands grasping at his robes.
"You..."Draco murmered,"...have...mmph...too...oh...many....mmmm...clothes....*gasp*.. .on...."
And for once, Harry was inclined to agree with Mr. Malfoy.
Harry broke the kiss long enough for Draco to strip the remainder of the cumbersome clothing off, tossing it to the floor to join his own. Hands wandered freely across sweat-soaked skin, the heat radiating between them. Harry pivoted Draco so that his back was to the table, before leaning forward to attack his bruised lips, pushing the blond down onto his back as Harry positioned himself atop him. Draco moaned wildly as he felt first one, then two thick fingers inside him, sliding back and forth as the raven- haired Gryffindor dragged his mouth over his lover's neck, sucking softly even as his fingers moved a little faster, a little deeper.
/It was the last Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Gryffindor was up 30 points, and Harry had caught sight of the snitch, low to the ground. Harry went in to a full power dive, hand inches from the golden orb, unaware the Slytherin seeker had seen it as well. Ten seconds later, the two of them lay in a heap, Harry on top of a shaken Draco. Neither of them moved for what seemed like hours as Harry allowed his mind to form the most decadent pictures , all thoughts of the snitch gone as Harry felt his body react to the object of his desire.../
Draco smiled playfully. "So it wasn't my imagination."
"What?" Harry breathed.
"Later..." he whispered. "I'll tell you later."
Harry pulled himself forward, covering Draco's mouth with his own as he pushed himself deeply into the writhing blond. The old wooden table protested loudly as they rocked back and forth atop it, Draco rising to meet each of Harry's pounding thrusts. With a guttural cry Harry came hard, fingernails digging into Draco's shoulders as he shuddered with the sheer force of pent-up emotions and desires.
Thirty minutes and one spell later, they left the library. By now it was nearly midnight, and both knew it would only be a matter of time before someone came looking for them. Draco glanced back as they walked down the stone corridor.
"You know," Draco smiled, "maybe Granger is right. Maybe it is a good idea to spend a little time in the library."
End of Chapter IX.
A/N: The next chapter is the final one of this story, and I would like to ask for any suggestions or requests to be included. I have the basic written, but I always thought it was interesting to include a few surprises from the readers. Thanks! GE
