Part Two Inside
"I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside"
'Harry, Harry.' he inwardly moaned. The name rolling off his tongue onto his lover's body. He licked his way down the side of his neck and lower.not stopping until he rolled over in his dream, hitting the side of the uncomfortable sofa he was sleeping on.
"God fucking damnit." He whined, punching the pillows. He sat up, running his hands through his hair before realizing what a lost cause it is and looks for his pocket watch. "Nine.forty- two. Marvelous. Fuckfuckfuck. Okay." He says, wondering why he hadn't set an alarm and why he'd slept here in the first place. Well, he knows why he slept here. The emotional exhaustion caused him to lie down and not be able to move.
He stands, his hands over his head in hopes of stretching out the knots in his back. He hums quietly, inwardly realizing he has about 17 minutes to fix himself up and make the oh, about 15 minute walk to the dungeons for potions. With Potter. Fuckfuckfuck, indeed.
He rummages around the floor in attempt to find his wand before reaching into his robes and locating it. "Lumos." He mutters in attempt to lighten up the darkened room. "Ah, that's a little better." He mutters a spell to clean the wrinkles in his robes and hair, knowing he'll wish he'd taken that shower. He wipes away the sleep from his eyes once more before gathering up his things and making it to the dungeons. Not that he was very excited. It would be another period full of Crabbe and Goyle asking what him and Pansy had done. Far fetched of them to think he'd spent a better part of an hour licking his way down Harry Potters body. Not only in his dreams, too.
--- He enters the potions classroom at a run, breathing a little heavily. His breathing causes a few of the nearby girls to giggle and an even nearer by Harry Potter to get a little hot and bothered. He smirks slightly as he sees Harry turn a little redder and smirks even more as Weasly doesn't notice the difference.
Sitting down in his seat he takes the chance to listen into the trios conversation.
"Harry, you just don't seem yourself, okay?" Hermione. Of course. She's a smart one, too bad she doesn't have the nerve to ask what she's really thinking. "Who are you fucking and why wont you tell me? Or at least Ron? Because he'd tell me?"
"Hermione, I'm fine. Just tired and-"
"Class, settle down. We're working in pairs today. Everyone give me the utmost attention or I'll see to it that you're paired with Longbottom all term." This statement accompanied by giggles from most of the Slytherin side proved that yes, Neville could turn redder and Hermione could do with being a little more jaded. Her lips pursed and you could tell Harry was holding her hand under the table.
As Snape started to pair everyone off, Draco let his thoughts drift off. They were back in the room like they had been last night. They were back to the place where nothing mattered except that they were wearing far too much and not doing at all enough. Draco felt, actually felt Harry's hands run down his chest and lower, forever lower until all he could feel was Harry. Harry on top of him, Harry next to him, Harry slowly starting to be inside him.
The thoughts had always caused the emotion to come running back. He could feel the pain everywhere. And not the sex kind. The kind where it hurt to think because it was all Harry. The kind where you were beginning to become drenched by the rain but it was okay because maybe it would numb it all away. He really wished sometimes it could be sweeter. He really wished sometimes his thoughts about love were real. Like how when he was little he'd imagined a snowy day. And him and his lover would lie down in the snow but just be warmed by there love. And not ever have been scratched; tarnished; hurt by the hate. He didn't even know why he hated him. He loved him because it was so easy. Easy to be lost in his not quite perfect smile. Easy to be lost in his strong but soft arms. Easy to be lost in him.
It was always such animal passion.why couldn't there ever be the sweetness? One time he'd been feeling adventurous so they covered each other in whipped cream. They licked it off each other carefully, but when they were done he'd noticed a little bit on the side of Harry's right cheek.
He'd smiled and kissed it off and for just a moment they were all alone with there giggling and pillow fighting and soft kissing. Draco had accidentally muttered, "I love you", into the side of Harry's neck. And it had all come crashing back. Malfoys don't giggle. They don't use food with sex. They don't have sex with half bloods. And with that he was gone, again.
"I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside"
'Harry, Harry.' he inwardly moaned. The name rolling off his tongue onto his lover's body. He licked his way down the side of his neck and lower.not stopping until he rolled over in his dream, hitting the side of the uncomfortable sofa he was sleeping on.
"God fucking damnit." He whined, punching the pillows. He sat up, running his hands through his hair before realizing what a lost cause it is and looks for his pocket watch. "Nine.forty- two. Marvelous. Fuckfuckfuck. Okay." He says, wondering why he hadn't set an alarm and why he'd slept here in the first place. Well, he knows why he slept here. The emotional exhaustion caused him to lie down and not be able to move.
He stands, his hands over his head in hopes of stretching out the knots in his back. He hums quietly, inwardly realizing he has about 17 minutes to fix himself up and make the oh, about 15 minute walk to the dungeons for potions. With Potter. Fuckfuckfuck, indeed.
He rummages around the floor in attempt to find his wand before reaching into his robes and locating it. "Lumos." He mutters in attempt to lighten up the darkened room. "Ah, that's a little better." He mutters a spell to clean the wrinkles in his robes and hair, knowing he'll wish he'd taken that shower. He wipes away the sleep from his eyes once more before gathering up his things and making it to the dungeons. Not that he was very excited. It would be another period full of Crabbe and Goyle asking what him and Pansy had done. Far fetched of them to think he'd spent a better part of an hour licking his way down Harry Potters body. Not only in his dreams, too.
--- He enters the potions classroom at a run, breathing a little heavily. His breathing causes a few of the nearby girls to giggle and an even nearer by Harry Potter to get a little hot and bothered. He smirks slightly as he sees Harry turn a little redder and smirks even more as Weasly doesn't notice the difference.
Sitting down in his seat he takes the chance to listen into the trios conversation.
"Harry, you just don't seem yourself, okay?" Hermione. Of course. She's a smart one, too bad she doesn't have the nerve to ask what she's really thinking. "Who are you fucking and why wont you tell me? Or at least Ron? Because he'd tell me?"
"Hermione, I'm fine. Just tired and-"
"Class, settle down. We're working in pairs today. Everyone give me the utmost attention or I'll see to it that you're paired with Longbottom all term." This statement accompanied by giggles from most of the Slytherin side proved that yes, Neville could turn redder and Hermione could do with being a little more jaded. Her lips pursed and you could tell Harry was holding her hand under the table.
As Snape started to pair everyone off, Draco let his thoughts drift off. They were back in the room like they had been last night. They were back to the place where nothing mattered except that they were wearing far too much and not doing at all enough. Draco felt, actually felt Harry's hands run down his chest and lower, forever lower until all he could feel was Harry. Harry on top of him, Harry next to him, Harry slowly starting to be inside him.
The thoughts had always caused the emotion to come running back. He could feel the pain everywhere. And not the sex kind. The kind where it hurt to think because it was all Harry. The kind where you were beginning to become drenched by the rain but it was okay because maybe it would numb it all away. He really wished sometimes it could be sweeter. He really wished sometimes his thoughts about love were real. Like how when he was little he'd imagined a snowy day. And him and his lover would lie down in the snow but just be warmed by there love. And not ever have been scratched; tarnished; hurt by the hate. He didn't even know why he hated him. He loved him because it was so easy. Easy to be lost in his not quite perfect smile. Easy to be lost in his strong but soft arms. Easy to be lost in him.
It was always such animal passion.why couldn't there ever be the sweetness? One time he'd been feeling adventurous so they covered each other in whipped cream. They licked it off each other carefully, but when they were done he'd noticed a little bit on the side of Harry's right cheek.
He'd smiled and kissed it off and for just a moment they were all alone with there giggling and pillow fighting and soft kissing. Draco had accidentally muttered, "I love you", into the side of Harry's neck. And it had all come crashing back. Malfoys don't giggle. They don't use food with sex. They don't have sex with half bloods. And with that he was gone, again.