Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 'original' characters in the story, they
all belong to J.K. Rowling, I suppose. I do own the gods, as I have made
them up, and as I am the 'god' of this story, I'll tell everyone what to
do.
Rating: R for sexual content.
A/N: This is going to be slash, and it'll be a good story too, I hope. Not just an unsure plot created for the sake of writing about sex.
The Gift
by: ^little_faery^
Chapter 1: In the beginning. . . a new beginning
The Gift passed on. By kiss, touch, sometimes even by breath. Through war, through peace. In lowlands by the river, or on the highest peak of mountains. It didn't matter if it was freezing cold, or burning hot. If you were muggle or wizard. The Gift passed on.
'WHAT did you do?' Alkane, one of the four gods of the Earth, bellowed, 'You let it out? Why for the Spirits sake?
'I didn't mean to do those mortals any harm,' Fontius answered, 'I just wanted to have some fun. It's so boring up here. All we can do is watch that stupid little planet. We could at least have sent Them a request for Saturnus. The only good thing about this one was that meteor.'
'Which you have sent out,' Garuga, the god of the ground-element, muttered under his breath.
Fontius didn't pay any attention to that remark. '.which killed all those dino's, but since then it has been bloody boring. Humans are so not interesting.'
'Humans. Are. No. Toys! They're the ones who survived, and you know that!' said Alkane, as furious as she had never been before.
'I can't get it back now, and you wouldn't.'
'Oh yes I will, or at least I'll try. It's the only way. You can wait outside so we can vote over it.'
The three gods left had soon decided. Normally they were divided, but not this time. They would finally get rid of that annoying Fontius, who did nothing but causing trouble.
'You're punishment will be: Being banished to Earth. You have to make sure you receive the Gift yourself, and you're not allowed to pass it on once you have it. You'll have to die with it as an ordinary mortal.'
And so it happened.
-*-*-
'Malfoy! You'd better get back here!' Harry called after Draco, who walked down the corridor with certain steps.
'You wouldn't dare, Potter,' Draco said. He turned, around grabbed his wand out of his pocket. He looked as his opponent who stood a few meters away from him, he, too, with his wand out.
'You wanna fight? I'm ready.'
'Give it back, Malfoy. It's mine, and you know it!'
'That stupid thing? I don't need it. Here.' And he threw the old piece of parchment on the floor in front of his own feet. 'You get it here, Potter. You have to bow for me to get it,' he said, with an evil grin, because of the upcoming pleasure of humiliation.
'I won't bow for you. Never. Accio parchment!' And the piece flew into his hand.
'Brave little boy. You were so smart to use that spell. I'm so proud of you,' Draco said with a sarcastic voice, 'Not!'
Harry couldn't behave himself anymore. He ran at Malfoy and pushed him backwards. Draco, who was totally surprised by this attack, fell on the floor on his back. Instantly, he found himself with an extremely angry boy upon his chest, who was slapping him in the face.
'What are you doing? Get off me, you gay pervert!' And he managed to push Harry off him, but now the roles had turned. Malfoy was lying on Harry, holding his wrists to prevent from hitting him in his already damaged face again.
'You like this, don't you, Potter. Do you play this sort of games with your Weasley-friend? Do you allow him to.'
On that moment Ron and Hermione came running into the corridor, and from the other side Crabbe and Goyle joined as well.
'Malfoy, leave him,' Hermione yelled.
'I'm done anyway with that stupid Gryffindor-boy anyway,' And Draco stood up, removed the dust from his robes, and walked away. 'Come on, guys, nothing left to be done here.'
'But we just wanted to hurt them, because that Potter boy hurt you, Draco,' Crabbe said.
'It's nothing,' Which was true, but it was unusual Draco admitted it. He usually tried to get every advantage he could get in the everlasting fight between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
When the three Slytherin boys were gone, Ron said: 'Why were you fighting with him? Did you manage to get the map back?'
'Yeah, sure' Harry got the map out of one of his inside pockets. He tapped on it with his wand, and said: 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good,' and suddenly the map of Hogwarts with small, moving dots for all the people on the Hogwarts grounds.
'Look, they're heading for their quarters,' Hermione said, 'I suppose we could better get back to the Gryffindor tower too.'
And so they did.
-*-*-
For some time now, Harry and Draco had shared a secret. Draco knew that Harry was gay, because he had found out about some hidden magazines with only naked men in it. Harry had admitted it, but only because he had found out something about Draco on the same time. He had been searching for a place to hide the magazines. But accidentally he walked into the room where Draco was jacking off, while anally stimulating himself. He was probably enjoying it, because at first he didn't notice Harry came in. He stood there with his head tossed back and his eyes closed, moaning.
Masturbating was accepted at Hogwarts, not something you could use against someone, but putting something in your ass, and enjoying it, was totally not done. So they couldn't tell anyone what they knew of each other. This was their big secret.
Harry thought about all this, as he lay in his four-poster that evening, the curtains closed. Draco had looked extremely hot that time. His hand around his hardened member, the look on his face when he was experiencing that amazing pleasure. The pleasure of your hand, moving up and down around your penis, the pleasure of feeling something slip in and out your ass. Harry had a hard-on, just as he had when Draco had been sitting on him. His hand slipped into his pyjamas, and he started to touch himself. First soft, then harder. He did it fast this time. With the thought of Draco Malfoy with his pants down, he came.
-*-*-
That morning at breakfast all the owls came flying into the Great Hall, as usual. One was heading for Harry, and it delivered it's letter. If you could call it a letter. It was more like a piece of leftover parchment with a few hurried words written on it.
See me after breakfast, in the deserted corridor at the 4th floor. I'll let you pay if you don't show up. Draco Malfoy
Just when Harry folded up the piece of paper, to put it in his pocket and to get rid of it as soon as possible, Ron asked: 'Hey, what did you get? From who was it?'
'It's nothing,' Harry said, blushing.
'Ooooh, Harry's getting secret messages from secret persons. Come on, you can tell me who likes you. I'm your best friend.'
'How do you know it's from someone I like?' Harry said, getting even redder.
'First, you don't show it to me, like you always do with notes or letters you receive. Second, you're blushing. And third, you just asked me how I knew it was from someone you liked, while I asked you the opposite. Is she from Gryffindor?'
Now Harry relaxed a little, at least Ron didn't know he preferred guys over girls. 'Like I said, it's nothing. And must have misheard you. I'm not seeing anyone, and I don't want to.'
'Yeah, sure,' Ron said, and he turned away from Harry to ask Hermione something about the last History of Magic lesson. He felt probably insulted because Harry didn't want to tell that someone liked him.
It took Harry about 15 minutes to get away from his fellow Gryffindors without them getting suspicious. He told them he was going to return a few books to the library. There was no chance other students would discover he wasn't there because Hermione and a few others had Arithmancy, and most of the other Gryffindors were still asleep, or in the common room, just as usual.
The walk to the deserted corridor didn't take long, but when he arrived there he saw that Malfoy was already waiting.
'I knew you were coming, Potter,' he said.
'Why did you want me to meet you?' Harry answered distrustful.
Draco walked at him, without saying anything, and like in slow-motion the handsome Slytherin-boy pushed him against the wall, took a deep breath, put his lips on Harry's, and kissed him.
The kiss didn't last long, but it had been breathtaking. When there lips parted, they were both panting.
'Why.. Why did you do that?' Harry managed to ask, after he gained his breath from the first shock.
'Because I felt like it,' Draco said, releasing Harry. Now he was the ice- cold boy again, who took whatever he want, and didn't care about anyone else.
To be continued.
A/N: And, and, and? What did you think? Please tap on the magic button with your wand and review!
Rating: R for sexual content.
A/N: This is going to be slash, and it'll be a good story too, I hope. Not just an unsure plot created for the sake of writing about sex.
The Gift
by: ^little_faery^
Chapter 1: In the beginning. . . a new beginning
The Gift passed on. By kiss, touch, sometimes even by breath. Through war, through peace. In lowlands by the river, or on the highest peak of mountains. It didn't matter if it was freezing cold, or burning hot. If you were muggle or wizard. The Gift passed on.
'WHAT did you do?' Alkane, one of the four gods of the Earth, bellowed, 'You let it out? Why for the Spirits sake?
'I didn't mean to do those mortals any harm,' Fontius answered, 'I just wanted to have some fun. It's so boring up here. All we can do is watch that stupid little planet. We could at least have sent Them a request for Saturnus. The only good thing about this one was that meteor.'
'Which you have sent out,' Garuga, the god of the ground-element, muttered under his breath.
Fontius didn't pay any attention to that remark. '.which killed all those dino's, but since then it has been bloody boring. Humans are so not interesting.'
'Humans. Are. No. Toys! They're the ones who survived, and you know that!' said Alkane, as furious as she had never been before.
'I can't get it back now, and you wouldn't.'
'Oh yes I will, or at least I'll try. It's the only way. You can wait outside so we can vote over it.'
The three gods left had soon decided. Normally they were divided, but not this time. They would finally get rid of that annoying Fontius, who did nothing but causing trouble.
'You're punishment will be: Being banished to Earth. You have to make sure you receive the Gift yourself, and you're not allowed to pass it on once you have it. You'll have to die with it as an ordinary mortal.'
And so it happened.
-*-*-
'Malfoy! You'd better get back here!' Harry called after Draco, who walked down the corridor with certain steps.
'You wouldn't dare, Potter,' Draco said. He turned, around grabbed his wand out of his pocket. He looked as his opponent who stood a few meters away from him, he, too, with his wand out.
'You wanna fight? I'm ready.'
'Give it back, Malfoy. It's mine, and you know it!'
'That stupid thing? I don't need it. Here.' And he threw the old piece of parchment on the floor in front of his own feet. 'You get it here, Potter. You have to bow for me to get it,' he said, with an evil grin, because of the upcoming pleasure of humiliation.
'I won't bow for you. Never. Accio parchment!' And the piece flew into his hand.
'Brave little boy. You were so smart to use that spell. I'm so proud of you,' Draco said with a sarcastic voice, 'Not!'
Harry couldn't behave himself anymore. He ran at Malfoy and pushed him backwards. Draco, who was totally surprised by this attack, fell on the floor on his back. Instantly, he found himself with an extremely angry boy upon his chest, who was slapping him in the face.
'What are you doing? Get off me, you gay pervert!' And he managed to push Harry off him, but now the roles had turned. Malfoy was lying on Harry, holding his wrists to prevent from hitting him in his already damaged face again.
'You like this, don't you, Potter. Do you play this sort of games with your Weasley-friend? Do you allow him to.'
On that moment Ron and Hermione came running into the corridor, and from the other side Crabbe and Goyle joined as well.
'Malfoy, leave him,' Hermione yelled.
'I'm done anyway with that stupid Gryffindor-boy anyway,' And Draco stood up, removed the dust from his robes, and walked away. 'Come on, guys, nothing left to be done here.'
'But we just wanted to hurt them, because that Potter boy hurt you, Draco,' Crabbe said.
'It's nothing,' Which was true, but it was unusual Draco admitted it. He usually tried to get every advantage he could get in the everlasting fight between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
When the three Slytherin boys were gone, Ron said: 'Why were you fighting with him? Did you manage to get the map back?'
'Yeah, sure' Harry got the map out of one of his inside pockets. He tapped on it with his wand, and said: 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good,' and suddenly the map of Hogwarts with small, moving dots for all the people on the Hogwarts grounds.
'Look, they're heading for their quarters,' Hermione said, 'I suppose we could better get back to the Gryffindor tower too.'
And so they did.
-*-*-
For some time now, Harry and Draco had shared a secret. Draco knew that Harry was gay, because he had found out about some hidden magazines with only naked men in it. Harry had admitted it, but only because he had found out something about Draco on the same time. He had been searching for a place to hide the magazines. But accidentally he walked into the room where Draco was jacking off, while anally stimulating himself. He was probably enjoying it, because at first he didn't notice Harry came in. He stood there with his head tossed back and his eyes closed, moaning.
Masturbating was accepted at Hogwarts, not something you could use against someone, but putting something in your ass, and enjoying it, was totally not done. So they couldn't tell anyone what they knew of each other. This was their big secret.
Harry thought about all this, as he lay in his four-poster that evening, the curtains closed. Draco had looked extremely hot that time. His hand around his hardened member, the look on his face when he was experiencing that amazing pleasure. The pleasure of your hand, moving up and down around your penis, the pleasure of feeling something slip in and out your ass. Harry had a hard-on, just as he had when Draco had been sitting on him. His hand slipped into his pyjamas, and he started to touch himself. First soft, then harder. He did it fast this time. With the thought of Draco Malfoy with his pants down, he came.
-*-*-
That morning at breakfast all the owls came flying into the Great Hall, as usual. One was heading for Harry, and it delivered it's letter. If you could call it a letter. It was more like a piece of leftover parchment with a few hurried words written on it.
See me after breakfast, in the deserted corridor at the 4th floor. I'll let you pay if you don't show up. Draco Malfoy
Just when Harry folded up the piece of paper, to put it in his pocket and to get rid of it as soon as possible, Ron asked: 'Hey, what did you get? From who was it?'
'It's nothing,' Harry said, blushing.
'Ooooh, Harry's getting secret messages from secret persons. Come on, you can tell me who likes you. I'm your best friend.'
'How do you know it's from someone I like?' Harry said, getting even redder.
'First, you don't show it to me, like you always do with notes or letters you receive. Second, you're blushing. And third, you just asked me how I knew it was from someone you liked, while I asked you the opposite. Is she from Gryffindor?'
Now Harry relaxed a little, at least Ron didn't know he preferred guys over girls. 'Like I said, it's nothing. And must have misheard you. I'm not seeing anyone, and I don't want to.'
'Yeah, sure,' Ron said, and he turned away from Harry to ask Hermione something about the last History of Magic lesson. He felt probably insulted because Harry didn't want to tell that someone liked him.
It took Harry about 15 minutes to get away from his fellow Gryffindors without them getting suspicious. He told them he was going to return a few books to the library. There was no chance other students would discover he wasn't there because Hermione and a few others had Arithmancy, and most of the other Gryffindors were still asleep, or in the common room, just as usual.
The walk to the deserted corridor didn't take long, but when he arrived there he saw that Malfoy was already waiting.
'I knew you were coming, Potter,' he said.
'Why did you want me to meet you?' Harry answered distrustful.
Draco walked at him, without saying anything, and like in slow-motion the handsome Slytherin-boy pushed him against the wall, took a deep breath, put his lips on Harry's, and kissed him.
The kiss didn't last long, but it had been breathtaking. When there lips parted, they were both panting.
'Why.. Why did you do that?' Harry managed to ask, after he gained his breath from the first shock.
'Because I felt like it,' Draco said, releasing Harry. Now he was the ice- cold boy again, who took whatever he want, and didn't care about anyone else.
To be continued.
A/N: And, and, and? What did you think? Please tap on the magic button with your wand and review!