A/N: Sorry for the wait! It took me a while to type and then it took forever for the powers that be to get back to me.
Thank you soso much Mel, lisa, J, Fairys sky, Eccentricity is Me, Marce, Jade Diamond, HPMystery, Fleur, PepperjackCandy, lunarscythe, Silverfox, pyro and Gwen.
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Draco was on his way upstairs when he ran into Seamus. Seamus fell upon his neck and kissed him long and hard and deep. "Does this mean that you're not angry with me?" Draco asked, breathless. Seamus nodded. "Were the flowers that nice?"
"The flowers helped."
"Seamus..."
"You look tired, love. Why don't you take a nap?"
"I was on my way to do that. Care to join me?" Seamus shook his head.
"Can't. I was waiting for you, but I don't have time now."
"I had class. I couldn't get here sooner," Draco explained.
"Too bad." Seamus kissed him again and left.
//That was different// Draco thought, opening the door to his dorm. The first thing that caught his eye was his bed. It had been made before he went to class, but now the sheets were twisted and crumpled and...sticky? What the bloody...//no, Seamus wouldn't.// Then his eye landed upon something else. Carefully nestled among the twisted battlefield of sheets was a single white rose.
Before Draco even had time to think, he was out of the dorm and in the hallway, chasing down Seamus. He grabbed Seamus from behind and pinned him against the wall. "Who?" he demanded.
"Who?" Seamus echoed innocently.
"Yes. Who?"
"Hoo? Are you pretending to be an owl?"
"No. Who as in who did you fuck this afternoon?"
"Such language."
"Tell me who, Seamus."
"Hoo," Seamus cooed.
"His name! I want his name."
"Whose name?" Draco looked capable of murder. The thought of Seamus being somebody else's whore drove him insane. Draco trailed a finger along Seamus's jawline, pressing his body along Seamus's. The heat and the fact that Draco was so close to the edge made Seamus more than a little dizzy.
"I want to know the name of the bastard that was in my bed this afternoon. I want to know who dared to touch you the way I do." Draco thrust his hips against Seamus. He kissed him, crushing his lips with a near brutal force. He opened Seamus's mouth roughly, tongue forcing entrance. Seamus moaned. Draco bit his lip hard. He wanted to mark Seamus, let everyone know that Seamus was his and only his. God, when he found out who it was..."Tell me," he whispered huskily.
"Tell you what?"
"Don't play with me."
"But I like playing with you. It's so much fun..."
"I'll bet you had a lot of fun today."
"Maybe." Seamus smiled softly.
"Tell me who it was. Tell me, please," Draco pleaded, rubbing against Seamus. Seamus moaned, eyelids fluttering.
"Harry," he said so softly that Draco might have missed it.
"Thank you, love," Draco said smiling sadistically. Harry was a dead man.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Password? I can't remember."
"I can't let you in without a password-"
"You've seen me before. You've let me in before."
"Need a password."
"Open up, you pink hog, before I do something you'll regret," Draco said, his voice edged. The last thing he wanted to do was sit here and argue with a painting. The Fat Lady opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and swung open. Draco lost no time and practically flew up the steps to the boy's dormitories. He flung himself at a very bewildered Harry.
"I hate you. I hate you with every bone in my body," Draco snarled, pinning him to the ground.
"Good. At least we're on even footing," Harry retorted, shoving Draco off him. Draco reached back and punched Harry square in the jaw.
"We're not even close to even." Harry's hand massaged his face. His eyes flashed with anger.
"Bastard!" His fist connected with Draco's cheekbone and the blonde fell backwards. He pounced on him in an instant. He didn't even think, he just started punching. He might've felt bad about it, except Draco was punching and clawing and Harry wouldn't have put biting past him.
"Shit!" Harry swore. Somehow he had become completely entangled in Draco. His arms were completely useless and he wasn't completely sure which set of legs was his. Draco wasn't happy about it either. He was practically foaming. //For Heaven's sake, what could have gotten him so pissed? The guy looks like he could fucking kill me and here I am not two inches away from his face. How do I keep ending up in situations like this?// Their eyes locked momentarily, emerald on mercury. A shock like electricity passed through Harry's body and after a considerable amount of time he realized that the shock was Draco kissing him and the pressure on his mouth was Draco's mouth. //Ouch! Animal!// Draco bit down on Harry's lip. Harry bit him back, taking his lips roughly and forcing his tongue down his throat. Draco battled back, forcing his own tongue past Harry's lips. Harry broke off the kiss sharply. Draco went for his neck, tongue lapping at Harry's collarbone. Harry shivered and closed his eyes. "Damn!" Draco had bitten him. Harry dove for Draco's neck, nudging his collar aside. The skin there was smooth, flawless. Harry bit down hard.
"Fuck, Potter!" Draco's hips shot upward. Harry smiled evilly, using his own hips to force Draco's back to the floor. Draco threw his head back and Harry saw his opportunity. He bent his head and nipped at Draco's neck, sucking hard, wanting to leave a bruise on that porcelain skin. Draco arched his back, his thigh sliding between Harry's legs. Harry choked back a moan and realized in absolute horror that he was getting off on this.
He jumped off Draco, scuttling back across the floor quickly. He ran a hand through his hair. //Damn! damndamndamndamndamn. What the hell just happened?// Draco eyed Harry coolly, a glint in his eyes the only evidence of emotion. "You look like you could use a cold shower," he observed.
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"You sure you wouldn't enjoy beating me to a bloody pulp a little more? They both seem to have the same effect on you."
"And you didn't get off on it either," Harry said sarcastically, glancing at a prominent bulge in Draco's pants. Draco shrugged it off.
They sat in uncomfortable silence- Draco deciding which would be the best way to go about destroying Harry and Harry trying desperately to ignore the fact that he had been aroused by Malfoy, of all people.
"Why?" Draco asked dully.
"Why what?"
"Why Seamus? You could have anybody you wanted- anybody in the world. Why couldn't you leave him alone?"
"Don't pretend you care. You just don't want anybody else playing with your toys."
"Why did you chose him?"
"I didn't chose him. He chose me."
"I don't believe you."
"Then don't."
"Why would he go after you?"
"I was convenient." Draco started at the bitter edge in Harry's voice.
"Only convenient?"
"yes. I was there, so he shagged me. It could've been anybody." It could've been anybody. It could have been Neville or Ron or Dean or Colin Creevy. The blond boy looked at Harry in undisguised awe. Suddenly Harry had gone from a cardboard cutout to a flesh and blood person. Harry had a sex drive, a beating heart...and a fully exploitable weakness. So Draco took advantage of the opportunity.
He moved forward and kissed Harry softly. This recent turn of events was as incomprehensible as the last one or the one before that. Completely mystified, Harry gave up trying to think and gave into it. Despite the fact that he was kissing Draco, it was actually quite nice. It wasn't like kissing Seamus or Ron. (Seamus had hit the mark. Harry and Ron had been briefly and innocently involved after the second task in the Triwizard Tournament.)
Iron fist in a velvet glove was the perfect description of Draco. Even while being gentle he was rough around the edges, his inclination to hurt peeking through the tenderness. Not the Harry minded. He was tired of being treated like some poor fragile little creature. He wasn't that delicate. He kissed Draco back with as much force as he could, glad he didn't have to worry about hurting him.
Under Harry's mounting passion Draco's gentle veneer cracked and he responded by deepening his kiss, yanking Harry's head back and pulling him closer. Harry presed up against him, his hands moving under the edge of Draco's shirt and up his torso. Draco pulled away. "No," he panted. "Not here, not now. Tomorrow after the game." He kissed Harry fiercely one last time and left. Harry stared after him. //What the hell was that?//
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Everybody is being a tad bit self-absorbed in this fic. Commentsm criticism, and suggestions all recieved with equal joy. Review!
Love,
J. Silver
Thank you soso much Mel, lisa, J, Fairys sky, Eccentricity is Me, Marce, Jade Diamond, HPMystery, Fleur, PepperjackCandy, lunarscythe, Silverfox, pyro and Gwen.
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Draco was on his way upstairs when he ran into Seamus. Seamus fell upon his neck and kissed him long and hard and deep. "Does this mean that you're not angry with me?" Draco asked, breathless. Seamus nodded. "Were the flowers that nice?"
"The flowers helped."
"Seamus..."
"You look tired, love. Why don't you take a nap?"
"I was on my way to do that. Care to join me?" Seamus shook his head.
"Can't. I was waiting for you, but I don't have time now."
"I had class. I couldn't get here sooner," Draco explained.
"Too bad." Seamus kissed him again and left.
//That was different// Draco thought, opening the door to his dorm. The first thing that caught his eye was his bed. It had been made before he went to class, but now the sheets were twisted and crumpled and...sticky? What the bloody...//no, Seamus wouldn't.// Then his eye landed upon something else. Carefully nestled among the twisted battlefield of sheets was a single white rose.
Before Draco even had time to think, he was out of the dorm and in the hallway, chasing down Seamus. He grabbed Seamus from behind and pinned him against the wall. "Who?" he demanded.
"Who?" Seamus echoed innocently.
"Yes. Who?"
"Hoo? Are you pretending to be an owl?"
"No. Who as in who did you fuck this afternoon?"
"Such language."
"Tell me who, Seamus."
"Hoo," Seamus cooed.
"His name! I want his name."
"Whose name?" Draco looked capable of murder. The thought of Seamus being somebody else's whore drove him insane. Draco trailed a finger along Seamus's jawline, pressing his body along Seamus's. The heat and the fact that Draco was so close to the edge made Seamus more than a little dizzy.
"I want to know the name of the bastard that was in my bed this afternoon. I want to know who dared to touch you the way I do." Draco thrust his hips against Seamus. He kissed him, crushing his lips with a near brutal force. He opened Seamus's mouth roughly, tongue forcing entrance. Seamus moaned. Draco bit his lip hard. He wanted to mark Seamus, let everyone know that Seamus was his and only his. God, when he found out who it was..."Tell me," he whispered huskily.
"Tell you what?"
"Don't play with me."
"But I like playing with you. It's so much fun..."
"I'll bet you had a lot of fun today."
"Maybe." Seamus smiled softly.
"Tell me who it was. Tell me, please," Draco pleaded, rubbing against Seamus. Seamus moaned, eyelids fluttering.
"Harry," he said so softly that Draco might have missed it.
"Thank you, love," Draco said smiling sadistically. Harry was a dead man.
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Password? I can't remember."
"I can't let you in without a password-"
"You've seen me before. You've let me in before."
"Need a password."
"Open up, you pink hog, before I do something you'll regret," Draco said, his voice edged. The last thing he wanted to do was sit here and argue with a painting. The Fat Lady opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it and swung open. Draco lost no time and practically flew up the steps to the boy's dormitories. He flung himself at a very bewildered Harry.
"I hate you. I hate you with every bone in my body," Draco snarled, pinning him to the ground.
"Good. At least we're on even footing," Harry retorted, shoving Draco off him. Draco reached back and punched Harry square in the jaw.
"We're not even close to even." Harry's hand massaged his face. His eyes flashed with anger.
"Bastard!" His fist connected with Draco's cheekbone and the blonde fell backwards. He pounced on him in an instant. He didn't even think, he just started punching. He might've felt bad about it, except Draco was punching and clawing and Harry wouldn't have put biting past him.
"Shit!" Harry swore. Somehow he had become completely entangled in Draco. His arms were completely useless and he wasn't completely sure which set of legs was his. Draco wasn't happy about it either. He was practically foaming. //For Heaven's sake, what could have gotten him so pissed? The guy looks like he could fucking kill me and here I am not two inches away from his face. How do I keep ending up in situations like this?// Their eyes locked momentarily, emerald on mercury. A shock like electricity passed through Harry's body and after a considerable amount of time he realized that the shock was Draco kissing him and the pressure on his mouth was Draco's mouth. //Ouch! Animal!// Draco bit down on Harry's lip. Harry bit him back, taking his lips roughly and forcing his tongue down his throat. Draco battled back, forcing his own tongue past Harry's lips. Harry broke off the kiss sharply. Draco went for his neck, tongue lapping at Harry's collarbone. Harry shivered and closed his eyes. "Damn!" Draco had bitten him. Harry dove for Draco's neck, nudging his collar aside. The skin there was smooth, flawless. Harry bit down hard.
"Fuck, Potter!" Draco's hips shot upward. Harry smiled evilly, using his own hips to force Draco's back to the floor. Draco threw his head back and Harry saw his opportunity. He bent his head and nipped at Draco's neck, sucking hard, wanting to leave a bruise on that porcelain skin. Draco arched his back, his thigh sliding between Harry's legs. Harry choked back a moan and realized in absolute horror that he was getting off on this.
He jumped off Draco, scuttling back across the floor quickly. He ran a hand through his hair. //Damn! damndamndamndamndamn. What the hell just happened?// Draco eyed Harry coolly, a glint in his eyes the only evidence of emotion. "You look like you could use a cold shower," he observed.
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"You sure you wouldn't enjoy beating me to a bloody pulp a little more? They both seem to have the same effect on you."
"And you didn't get off on it either," Harry said sarcastically, glancing at a prominent bulge in Draco's pants. Draco shrugged it off.
They sat in uncomfortable silence- Draco deciding which would be the best way to go about destroying Harry and Harry trying desperately to ignore the fact that he had been aroused by Malfoy, of all people.
"Why?" Draco asked dully.
"Why what?"
"Why Seamus? You could have anybody you wanted- anybody in the world. Why couldn't you leave him alone?"
"Don't pretend you care. You just don't want anybody else playing with your toys."
"Why did you chose him?"
"I didn't chose him. He chose me."
"I don't believe you."
"Then don't."
"Why would he go after you?"
"I was convenient." Draco started at the bitter edge in Harry's voice.
"Only convenient?"
"yes. I was there, so he shagged me. It could've been anybody." It could've been anybody. It could have been Neville or Ron or Dean or Colin Creevy. The blond boy looked at Harry in undisguised awe. Suddenly Harry had gone from a cardboard cutout to a flesh and blood person. Harry had a sex drive, a beating heart...and a fully exploitable weakness. So Draco took advantage of the opportunity.
He moved forward and kissed Harry softly. This recent turn of events was as incomprehensible as the last one or the one before that. Completely mystified, Harry gave up trying to think and gave into it. Despite the fact that he was kissing Draco, it was actually quite nice. It wasn't like kissing Seamus or Ron. (Seamus had hit the mark. Harry and Ron had been briefly and innocently involved after the second task in the Triwizard Tournament.)
Iron fist in a velvet glove was the perfect description of Draco. Even while being gentle he was rough around the edges, his inclination to hurt peeking through the tenderness. Not the Harry minded. He was tired of being treated like some poor fragile little creature. He wasn't that delicate. He kissed Draco back with as much force as he could, glad he didn't have to worry about hurting him.
Under Harry's mounting passion Draco's gentle veneer cracked and he responded by deepening his kiss, yanking Harry's head back and pulling him closer. Harry presed up against him, his hands moving under the edge of Draco's shirt and up his torso. Draco pulled away. "No," he panted. "Not here, not now. Tomorrow after the game." He kissed Harry fiercely one last time and left. Harry stared after him. //What the hell was that?//
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Everybody is being a tad bit self-absorbed in this fic. Commentsm criticism, and suggestions all recieved with equal joy. Review!
Love,
J. Silver