Sarah486: Thanks. . Aren't they though?
Brooke: Think so? Thanks!
AnonymousBystander: Yip.. They've obviously made up. . Muwahahaaha, thanks!
Artemis Astralstar: Yeah it probable does, but only about as bad as getting your ear pierced I'd say. . Unless it wasn't your lobe. . Ow right?. . Thanks!
fghfgh: Like the events didn't link? I know, its suppose to be AFTER Snape yells at them. I didn't write that part. . Thanks!
hgnjghj: How interesting. . Thanks.
Author's Note: Ugh, I haven't updated this in forever! I re-read my entire story to get it fresh in my mind, and now that I've read the 13th chapter over I notice that. . IT SUCKS! No wonder I'm not getting any recent reviews. . I might change that around soon so it makes sense, though I'm not sure how, when, or where. . . Anyway, enjoy. .!
P.S.: This chapter is Rated R for a good reason. . Considering some of the contents. . If you want to read the non-perverted parts, I suggest you go down to the fourth dividing line then stop.
Chapter Thirteen -- Naughty
Harry and Draco left each other slightly after dawn and promised to meet in the room of requirement later that night. Draco had never been in it, but had heard exclusive rumors about it the year before when Harry had formed "Dumbledore's Army."
Now, Harry was walking to the portrait hole just as his friends left.
"Oy! There yah are Harry, where'd you run off to this morning?"
Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands. Ron saw where he was looking and quickly let go, blushing the famous Weasely red.
"Oh, Uh. . Just to fly a little." Harry lifted his broom up to show Ron who afterwards felt like a complete idiot.
"Oh yeah, Obviously."
"Yeah. So well you two can go down to breakfast if you wish, I'll be down in awhile. Need to put this up you know. ." He nodded to his broom again and neither of his friends replied. He allowed a very awkward silence to rest over them for a few moments before excusing himself to the common rooms.
Later that night Harry found himself sneaking out of his Dormitory under his invisibility cloak to meet Draco. He found himself very ecstatic at what may happen that night. . He snuck through the halls with unbelievable stealth until he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Harry pulled out the Maurderers map and whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
With hearing that, the map became full of lines and dots that represented people. His eyes scanned the page for a moment longer, to make sure Filch was nowhere near.
Harry cleared the Map and tucked it securely in the hem of his Pajama bottoms. He straightened his pajama's nervously under his cloak and took a calming breath. Suddenly, a door appeared in front of him and he reached for the door knob. He reassured himself that nothing would happen tonight before allowing himself to enter. That is unless. .
On the other side of the door Draco sat un a lush couch in front of a roaring fire. He was slightly jealous at not knowing of this room before this year - it would have come incredibly handy for other snogging sessions. Which is precisely the use he planned to put it to tonight. Unless Harry wanted to talk that is. . Deep down Draco prayed Harry didn't want to talk.
A loud crack came from the blazing fire and Draco once more glanced around the room. Behind him sat a four poster bed that might prove to be incredibly convenient. To the side of that sat a night table with a very odd looking lamp on top of it that had a body shaped like a mermaid. The mermaid's arm came up gracefully above her head to hold a orb of light that was smoldered by the light veil that was draped around it.
The walls were painted what looked like a maroon color in the current light, and had matching draperies on all furniture. In front of Draco of course, stood the fireplace that held several white candles and a stick of incense on its mantle. Very Romantic indeed. .
Draco smiled slyly to himself and allowed himself to think once again, what may happen that night. He wrung his hands together in his laps nervously only to then smooth out his silk pajamas for the thirteenth time in the last twenty moments. He took a deep breath and mumbled to himself. "Calm down Draco. . He hasn't even arrived yet. ."
At that precise moment the door swung open to reveal. . No-one?
Draco took a sharp intake of breath. "What the--"
Suddenly, the door shut and Harry's head appeared a foot in front of it floating in mid-air. Harry smiled nervously at Draco and took off his cloak.
"I knew I wasn't imagining your head all those years ago. ." Said Draco.
"Mm. . Yeah. . I'm the only crazy one here, Remember?"
Draco smiled sadly and stood, walking towards Harry. He took the boy in his arms as he draped his cloak over the sofa back. "You think your mental?"
Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and mumbled in his neck, "Yes."
"Why?"
"Well I'd have to be -- to keep trying to commit suicide that is. ."
Draco smiled slightly and ran his hands up and down Harry's back. "Yes, but you never actually did it, did you?"
"No. . "
"Well then Watson, that would be what us sane folks call hesitation marks. That mean's you--"
"I bloody well know what it means." Said Harry, lifting his head to look into Draco's eyes. "And Watson?" He questioned casually, quirking an eyebrow.
"Yes, haven't you ever read Sherlock Holmes?"
"Yes. . But I never thought such a mighty pureblood as yourself would sink to reading muggle books!"
If Draco noted the sarcastic tone in Harry's voice, which I might add was quite hard to miss, he chose to ignore it. "Why Harry, you'd be surprised at how many of those authors are wizards. ."
Harry only blinked in reply. "Oh. ."
The two stood wrapped in each other's embrace for a long time before their lips meant in another full hungry kiss.
They continued to kiss for a long while until they stepped back and made their way over to the bed. One more, Harry kissed Draco passionately, his hand sliding up the boy's shirt and over his soft skin. A slight gasp came from Draco's parted lips after the kiss ended, and Harry playfully pushed him onto the bed.
Author's Note: Hint, this is where it gets slightly Dirty folks. . Stop if you don't wish to continue.
Draco smiled and pulled Harry onto the bed with him, briefly wondering how he managed to look so good in flannel. Their lips meant again until Harry pinned him to the bed, now straddling his hips slightly. He inhaled Harry's cinnamon scent as their erections grinded together, making them get more aroused.
Harry was surprisingly good in their snogging session as he touched all of the right parts, making Draco repeatedly grunt lightly. Draco pushed Harry off of him, smiling evilly and sat up a little to took his pajama shirt off. He watched with interest as Harry did the same.
Harry's body was surprisingly fit and muscular even if he looked thin for his age. Little did Draco know that Harry was thinking the same thing about him. The scar's on Harry's chest caught Draco by surprise and he ran a finger over one of the longest that led from his right shoulder to his belly button.
"Mm. ." Draco was about to say more, but was interrupted as Harry's lips meant his again. Their tongue's wrestled for a few moments, their hands sliding all over each other's bare skin. Draco moved away and lifted his rear off of the bed to slide his bottoms off. Harry did the same after a moment of flustered staring, and the two buried themselves under the blankets.
A moment later they went back to kissing and exploring the newfound bare skin. Draco's hands slid down Harry's back and to his butt giving it a playful squeeze. Harry moaned in their kiss, their bodies pressing as close together as possible. Their erections grinded together and Harry was a little surprised as Draco's hand found his hardened friend.
Draco wrapped his delicate hand around Harry and squeezed a little playfully, then tugging slightly on it. That earned a rather loud moan from Harry. Harry kissed him rather harshly on the lips again, biting his bottom one accidentally as Draco did that motion again. Draco couldn't help but smile and kicked the blankets off of them. He sat and looked at Harry, sliding a finger over his lips then down his chin and neck to his stomach where he rested it.
Draco leaned over Harry and flicked his nipples playfully, trailing kisses down to his crotch. Harry closed his eyes and moaned softly as Draco ran a finger over him. Draco very slowly lifted his friend up and kissed the tip of it playfully before sliding it into his mouth. His movements were very slow and deliberate as he shagged Harry until Harry couldn't take it any longer and began bucking his hips into Draco's mouth.
Awhile after Harry filled Draco's mouth, who swallowed it and moaned rather loudly again before the sudden explosion. When Harry was done, Draco sat up and grabbed a towel that had so conveniently appeared on the bed stand beside them. He wiped up what he had missed of Harry's mess and climbed under the cover's with his lover again.
They stared in each other's eyes for a long while until their lips meant for the who-knows number of times that night. Harry slid his hands up and down Draco's spine playfully and trailed kisses to his ear where he whispered rather huskily, "Now it's your turn. . "
Author's Note: Walla! That was really quite long. . I hope that tides you over for awhile. Please review! *Begs,* Now, here's the teaser. . .
Teaser--
Professor Dumbledore propped his elbows on his desk and his eyes moved from Draco to Harry.
Finally the tension broke as he spoke. .
Brooke: Think so? Thanks!
AnonymousBystander: Yip.. They've obviously made up. . Muwahahaaha, thanks!
Artemis Astralstar: Yeah it probable does, but only about as bad as getting your ear pierced I'd say. . Unless it wasn't your lobe. . Ow right?. . Thanks!
fghfgh: Like the events didn't link? I know, its suppose to be AFTER Snape yells at them. I didn't write that part. . Thanks!
hgnjghj: How interesting. . Thanks.
Author's Note: Ugh, I haven't updated this in forever! I re-read my entire story to get it fresh in my mind, and now that I've read the 13th chapter over I notice that. . IT SUCKS! No wonder I'm not getting any recent reviews. . I might change that around soon so it makes sense, though I'm not sure how, when, or where. . . Anyway, enjoy. .!
P.S.: This chapter is Rated R for a good reason. . Considering some of the contents. . If you want to read the non-perverted parts, I suggest you go down to the fourth dividing line then stop.
Harry and Draco left each other slightly after dawn and promised to meet in the room of requirement later that night. Draco had never been in it, but had heard exclusive rumors about it the year before when Harry had formed "Dumbledore's Army."
Now, Harry was walking to the portrait hole just as his friends left.
"Oy! There yah are Harry, where'd you run off to this morning?"
Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands. Ron saw where he was looking and quickly let go, blushing the famous Weasely red.
"Oh, Uh. . Just to fly a little." Harry lifted his broom up to show Ron who afterwards felt like a complete idiot.
"Oh yeah, Obviously."
"Yeah. So well you two can go down to breakfast if you wish, I'll be down in awhile. Need to put this up you know. ." He nodded to his broom again and neither of his friends replied. He allowed a very awkward silence to rest over them for a few moments before excusing himself to the common rooms.
Later that night Harry found himself sneaking out of his Dormitory under his invisibility cloak to meet Draco. He found himself very ecstatic at what may happen that night. . He snuck through the halls with unbelievable stealth until he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Harry pulled out the Maurderers map and whispered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
With hearing that, the map became full of lines and dots that represented people. His eyes scanned the page for a moment longer, to make sure Filch was nowhere near.
Harry cleared the Map and tucked it securely in the hem of his Pajama bottoms. He straightened his pajama's nervously under his cloak and took a calming breath. Suddenly, a door appeared in front of him and he reached for the door knob. He reassured himself that nothing would happen tonight before allowing himself to enter. That is unless. .
On the other side of the door Draco sat un a lush couch in front of a roaring fire. He was slightly jealous at not knowing of this room before this year - it would have come incredibly handy for other snogging sessions. Which is precisely the use he planned to put it to tonight. Unless Harry wanted to talk that is. . Deep down Draco prayed Harry didn't want to talk.
A loud crack came from the blazing fire and Draco once more glanced around the room. Behind him sat a four poster bed that might prove to be incredibly convenient. To the side of that sat a night table with a very odd looking lamp on top of it that had a body shaped like a mermaid. The mermaid's arm came up gracefully above her head to hold a orb of light that was smoldered by the light veil that was draped around it.
The walls were painted what looked like a maroon color in the current light, and had matching draperies on all furniture. In front of Draco of course, stood the fireplace that held several white candles and a stick of incense on its mantle. Very Romantic indeed. .
Draco smiled slyly to himself and allowed himself to think once again, what may happen that night. He wrung his hands together in his laps nervously only to then smooth out his silk pajamas for the thirteenth time in the last twenty moments. He took a deep breath and mumbled to himself. "Calm down Draco. . He hasn't even arrived yet. ."
At that precise moment the door swung open to reveal. . No-one?
Draco took a sharp intake of breath. "What the--"
Suddenly, the door shut and Harry's head appeared a foot in front of it floating in mid-air. Harry smiled nervously at Draco and took off his cloak.
"I knew I wasn't imagining your head all those years ago. ." Said Draco.
"Mm. . Yeah. . I'm the only crazy one here, Remember?"
Draco smiled sadly and stood, walking towards Harry. He took the boy in his arms as he draped his cloak over the sofa back. "You think your mental?"
Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and mumbled in his neck, "Yes."
"Why?"
"Well I'd have to be -- to keep trying to commit suicide that is. ."
Draco smiled slightly and ran his hands up and down Harry's back. "Yes, but you never actually did it, did you?"
"No. . "
"Well then Watson, that would be what us sane folks call hesitation marks. That mean's you--"
"I bloody well know what it means." Said Harry, lifting his head to look into Draco's eyes. "And Watson?" He questioned casually, quirking an eyebrow.
"Yes, haven't you ever read Sherlock Holmes?"
"Yes. . But I never thought such a mighty pureblood as yourself would sink to reading muggle books!"
If Draco noted the sarcastic tone in Harry's voice, which I might add was quite hard to miss, he chose to ignore it. "Why Harry, you'd be surprised at how many of those authors are wizards. ."
Harry only blinked in reply. "Oh. ."
The two stood wrapped in each other's embrace for a long time before their lips meant in another full hungry kiss.
They continued to kiss for a long while until they stepped back and made their way over to the bed. One more, Harry kissed Draco passionately, his hand sliding up the boy's shirt and over his soft skin. A slight gasp came from Draco's parted lips after the kiss ended, and Harry playfully pushed him onto the bed.
Author's Note: Hint, this is where it gets slightly Dirty folks. . Stop if you don't wish to continue.
Draco smiled and pulled Harry onto the bed with him, briefly wondering how he managed to look so good in flannel. Their lips meant again until Harry pinned him to the bed, now straddling his hips slightly. He inhaled Harry's cinnamon scent as their erections grinded together, making them get more aroused.
Harry was surprisingly good in their snogging session as he touched all of the right parts, making Draco repeatedly grunt lightly. Draco pushed Harry off of him, smiling evilly and sat up a little to took his pajama shirt off. He watched with interest as Harry did the same.
Harry's body was surprisingly fit and muscular even if he looked thin for his age. Little did Draco know that Harry was thinking the same thing about him. The scar's on Harry's chest caught Draco by surprise and he ran a finger over one of the longest that led from his right shoulder to his belly button.
"Mm. ." Draco was about to say more, but was interrupted as Harry's lips meant his again. Their tongue's wrestled for a few moments, their hands sliding all over each other's bare skin. Draco moved away and lifted his rear off of the bed to slide his bottoms off. Harry did the same after a moment of flustered staring, and the two buried themselves under the blankets.
A moment later they went back to kissing and exploring the newfound bare skin. Draco's hands slid down Harry's back and to his butt giving it a playful squeeze. Harry moaned in their kiss, their bodies pressing as close together as possible. Their erections grinded together and Harry was a little surprised as Draco's hand found his hardened friend.
Draco wrapped his delicate hand around Harry and squeezed a little playfully, then tugging slightly on it. That earned a rather loud moan from Harry. Harry kissed him rather harshly on the lips again, biting his bottom one accidentally as Draco did that motion again. Draco couldn't help but smile and kicked the blankets off of them. He sat and looked at Harry, sliding a finger over his lips then down his chin and neck to his stomach where he rested it.
Draco leaned over Harry and flicked his nipples playfully, trailing kisses down to his crotch. Harry closed his eyes and moaned softly as Draco ran a finger over him. Draco very slowly lifted his friend up and kissed the tip of it playfully before sliding it into his mouth. His movements were very slow and deliberate as he shagged Harry until Harry couldn't take it any longer and began bucking his hips into Draco's mouth.
Awhile after Harry filled Draco's mouth, who swallowed it and moaned rather loudly again before the sudden explosion. When Harry was done, Draco sat up and grabbed a towel that had so conveniently appeared on the bed stand beside them. He wiped up what he had missed of Harry's mess and climbed under the cover's with his lover again.
They stared in each other's eyes for a long while until their lips meant for the who-knows number of times that night. Harry slid his hands up and down Draco's spine playfully and trailed kisses to his ear where he whispered rather huskily, "Now it's your turn. . "
Author's Note: Walla! That was really quite long. . I hope that tides you over for awhile. Please review! *Begs,* Now, here's the teaser. . .
Teaser--
Professor Dumbledore propped his elbows on his desk and his eyes moved from Draco to Harry.
Finally the tension broke as he spoke. .