Title: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Twelfth holiday: the Approach of Summer!
A/N: I know you're all probly thinking, what the hell does summer have to do with anything? But, you know, summer holiday, or something like that. I was originally going to write a short chapter, but I just couldn't pass up on this ending. Hope you're all equally amused!
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Holiday 12: The Approach of Summer
Rated: PG-13
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It was one of those days that could only be referred to as a scorcher. With the sun's rays beating unrelentingly down from the sky, it easily felt like the flames of Hell were trying to take over the Earth.
Finals were mere days away, so the populace of Hogwarts was indoors, studying like mad. This was always the most stressful part of the term, especially for the seventh years. They were either too burnt out from the previous years or too nervous about life as certified witches and wizards. The littlest thing could set them off. Add that to the sweltering heat, and it was enough to drive someone insane.
Which was why Harry Potter was currently as far away from all of the other students as possible. He had been studying for six hours straight, and it was only noon! Needless to say, he needed a break.
He had invited his friends, but no one took him up on his offer. He wondered if they even heard him say he was leaving. Oh well.
So, to escape the madness, he dropped his books and bolted out of there as fast as humanly possible. Oh, he wasn't just running around destination free. He actually had a specific place in mind.
And that was where he currently resided. He was sitting under his favorite tree by the lake, basking in the shade that barely stifled the intense heat waves. His shirt was currently being used as a pillow against the rough bark of the tree, his long, jean-clad legs stretching lazily out in front of him.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting out there. A while, he surmised. But time always seems to slow down when he was in his favorite spot. The absence from the ever-constant chatter helped, too.
So he sat there, just staring out at the lake, the sun reflecting off of its calm surface. There was no wind, only heat, which made him wonder if there was some almighty weather god that was playing a cruel, cruel joke. But the first official day of summer was approaching fast, so he was going to bask in the wonderfulness of having this time all to himself.
Except he didn't.
Hearing a shuffling off to the side, Harry turned his head. A hint of a smile ghosted over his lips at the sight before him.
Draco Malfoy was standing not five feet off to his right. He was also shirtless, beads of sweat forming on the milky white skin of his toned chest. A pair of loose-fitting black pants were slung low on his waist, showing off his perfectly defined abs.
Well, Harry supposed he could share the space.
Waiting patiently for Draco to notice his presence, Harry just sat back and enjoyed the lovely vision in front of him. At this point, the lake was just another background.
When he came to the conclusion that the blonde was not going to notice his presence anytime soon, Harry cleared his throat loudly.
Slowly turning his head, Draco's eyes fell upon Harry. His silver orbs slowly raked over the Gryffindor's form before settling on his face once again. "Potter," he acknowledged finally, drawing out the name as if it took great strength to say it.
"I see you had the same idea as me," Harry nodded toward the school.
His response was an aristocratic snort. "I don't neglect my studies like some miscreants do," he answered pointedly, but not with the same snide attitude that had accompanied his previous cutdowns. But for a long time now, his voice had not contained that inflection that used to light Harry's fire in anger.
Now it lit his fire in other ways.
Ignoring the halfhearted insult, Harry gave a tiny smile as he answered breezily, "Who's avoiding studying? I just wanted to get out of the heat."
"By sitting out in the sun? I knew you were daft, Potter, but this genius really is in a class all its own."
"So says the Slytherin who is also out here," Harry pointed out smugly, inwardly smirking as Draco shot him an irritated look but didn't argue. Taking on a pleasant tone, Harry gestured to the ground beside him. "Pull up some grass."
Draco eyed the ravenhead scrutinizingly, almost as if waiting for a scathing remark. Receiving none, he just shrugged and gracefully plopped down on the grass next to Harry, leaning back against the tree.
They sat there for a while, not speaking. Harry found the entire situation quite amusing. After all, it wasn't every day that he and Draco Malfoy were civilized to each other. More than that, though, he didn't believe he had ever seen the Slytherin without an absolutely impeccable appearance. And now here he was, shirtless, hair sticking damply to his forehead, sweat practically rolling off of his well-toned body...
Oh yeah, Harry loved this weather.
When he glanced over at Draco, he saw that the blonde's eyes were closed. This gave him free reign to ogle the Slytherin. And ogle he did. Draco really was beautiful anyway, but to see him out of the norm was almost too much. He longed to tell Draco but held back.
As an idea began to form, an uncharacteristic smirk creeped onto Harry's face. Pulling out his wand and tearing off two blades of grass, he quietly said a spell under his breath and watched in delight its aftereffects. And Draco, poor Draco was unaware that anything was going on.
Until a rather freezing stream of water splashed upon his chest. Giving a startled yelp, Draco's eyes flew open as he leaned forward, glaring at a now laughing Harry. "What the bloody hell is that?" he growled, pointing to the contraption in Harry's hand.
Laughter subsiding into a smile, Harry answered, "It's a water gun. Here; I transfigured you one, also." He held out a dark green plastic gun that sloshed with water, matching the crimson one in his other hand.
Scowl now gone, Draco snatched the gun from Harry. "How does it work?" he asked as he scrutinized every part of it. He pushed down on a little lever and watched in astonishment as a stream of water shot out and hit Harry square in the face.
Harry looked dazed for a moment before he growled loudly. Jumping up, he shouted, "Ok, this means war!"
Dodging a stream of water aimed at his head, Draco scrambled to his feet and dashed off in the opposite direction. He cried out as water hit his bare back. He turned around, firing a retaliation shot and missing, then turned back around and ran off.
Harry trailed behind, sending off shots but none making contact. Draco really had sensational dodging skills. But Harry's were better...
With a burst of speed, he took off toward the blonde. This made Draco speed up, but Harry was gaining on him.
Noticing this, Draco veered off away from the trees and down toward the lake, which was probably a stupid move. He shot at Harry over his shoulder until he ran out of water. Then he tossed the gun and kept on going, now on the lake's sandy shore.
He was almost there... Just a little bit further... With a giant leap, Harry tackled Draco to the ground. The momentum sent them tumbling down the bank until they landed in the water with a splash.
Draco was lying on the wet sand, body halfway in the water. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths as his eyes stared straight up at Harry, who was leaning over him.
Eyes locked with silver, Harry reached down and smoothed a strand of damp hair off of Draco's forehead. The blonde was silent, unmoving, but his lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners, visible to Harry only because he was studying Draco so intently.
Swooping down, Harry's lips gently brushed across Draco's. As the Slytherin began to respond, Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he kissed back, passion rumbling through his veins.
By this time, Harry was lying beside Draco in the sand, both dirty and soaked but neither caring. The surroundings were forgotten as their bodies pressed tightly against one another.
Pulling away finally, Harry's eyes searched Draco's for any sign of disdain or regret. All he received was a smile and another mind-melting kiss, which he avidly returned.
Finally releasing the blonde, Harry stood and helped Draco to his feet. The two were really dirty now, as clumps of sand stuck to their pants and skin.
"Love you hair," Harry commented as Draco tried to rake the sand out of his blonde locks, to no avail.
Throwing the Gryffindor a dirty look, Draco finally gave up and said with a sniff, "Well, whose fault was that?"
"Oh, I take complete responsibility. But you have to admit, it was fun."
"Fun? No." Draco grinned wickedly. "It was hot."
"Yeah, but now we're wet. Want to lay out in the sun and dry off?" Harry asked as they approached the tree where his shirt lay.
Draco made a face. "Why don't you just cast a drying spell?"
Harry sighed impatiently. "That's not as much fun. Besides, I could use the relaxation time. Don't you want to lay out with me?" he teased.
"I burn easily."
Waving a hand dismissively, Harry answered, "We won't be out here long."
"It doesn't take long. I have fair skin," Draco argued. He was obviously not fond of this idea.
With a grin, Harry asked, "How about if I put sunscreen on you?" He watched the blonde contemplate this, already knowing what the outcome would be.
"All right," Draco conceded airily, but the eager gleam in his eyes betrayed his calm answer.
Reaching down into a hole at the base of a tree, Harry pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. At the blonde's curious expression, he explained, "After a couple of hours, I sometimes burn." Settling down into the grass, he patted the ground next to him.
Without hesitation, Draco lay down on the warm grass, taking Harry's offered shirt and using it as a pillow. He shuddered as some of the cool lotion was squirted onto his back.
Hands trailing across pale skin, Harry's fingers began to knead Draco's tense shoulder, delighting in the way that the blonde almost instantly relaxed. His skilled fingers moved over to the other shoulder, repeating the same movements and then traveling lower.
He loved the way his hands glided over Draco's skin, the slow movements covering Draco's entire back with the slick lotion. If this was heaven, then he wanted to die right then and there.
Once Harry had finished with his wonderful application, Draco sat back, resting on his knees. He took the bottle from Harry, squirting a small circle of lotion in his palm. That hand pressed into Harry's lean stomach, trailing up his chest in an ever slow movement. He gave a smile as Harry moaned at the teasing sweeps of Draco's fingers. But Draco wasn't about to give in. He was having too much fun with this slow torture.
Then Harry's back arched, throwing his head back at Draco's touch. His long, tanned column of throat vibrated with each deep swallow, and Draco was mesmerized by this slight movement. Unable to stop himself, he leaned over and pressed his lips to Harry's neck, moist with sweat and water. The almost feral growl from the Gryffindor was enough to make up Draco's mind.
Torture worked both ways.
Unable to take it any longer, Draco removed his hand from Harry's chest and leaned back.
Straightening back up, Harry eyed the blonde questioningly. "Did you want lotion on your chest so you don't burn?"
"No. I don't plan on staying out here that long." He pressed his lips to Harry's, kissing him fiercely. "Come on." He stood, pulling Harry up with him and then dragging him along at a fast pace.
"Where are we going?"
Draco flashed a wicked grin. "To go generate some heat of our own."
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Oh, if only they were real... Then they'd be quartered and sold on E-Bay to make merry fans even more merry! Ah, the things we do for a fix... Once again, sorry this chapter was posted later than usual. I just got back from dinner with a friend I haven't seen in 6 months, so I just finished this chapter a few minutes ago. I hope everyone liked it! Or tolerated it. Or anthing. I dunno. Please review! They make me want to frolick in the plush green meadow with my pet unicorn. I love you guys!
Author: GrapeSmshr
Rated: G to PG-13, depending on the chapter
Coupling: HP/DM slashy goodness
Updates: every Friday.
Summary: H/D *slash* Everyone loves the holidays because love blooms. Each chapter is a different holiday in which Harry and Draco find romance. Twelfth holiday: the Approach of Summer!
A/N: I know you're all probly thinking, what the hell does summer have to do with anything? But, you know, summer holiday, or something like that. I was originally going to write a short chapter, but I just couldn't pass up on this ending. Hope you're all equally amused!
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Holiday 12: The Approach of Summer
Rated: PG-13
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It was one of those days that could only be referred to as a scorcher. With the sun's rays beating unrelentingly down from the sky, it easily felt like the flames of Hell were trying to take over the Earth.
Finals were mere days away, so the populace of Hogwarts was indoors, studying like mad. This was always the most stressful part of the term, especially for the seventh years. They were either too burnt out from the previous years or too nervous about life as certified witches and wizards. The littlest thing could set them off. Add that to the sweltering heat, and it was enough to drive someone insane.
Which was why Harry Potter was currently as far away from all of the other students as possible. He had been studying for six hours straight, and it was only noon! Needless to say, he needed a break.
He had invited his friends, but no one took him up on his offer. He wondered if they even heard him say he was leaving. Oh well.
So, to escape the madness, he dropped his books and bolted out of there as fast as humanly possible. Oh, he wasn't just running around destination free. He actually had a specific place in mind.
And that was where he currently resided. He was sitting under his favorite tree by the lake, basking in the shade that barely stifled the intense heat waves. His shirt was currently being used as a pillow against the rough bark of the tree, his long, jean-clad legs stretching lazily out in front of him.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting out there. A while, he surmised. But time always seems to slow down when he was in his favorite spot. The absence from the ever-constant chatter helped, too.
So he sat there, just staring out at the lake, the sun reflecting off of its calm surface. There was no wind, only heat, which made him wonder if there was some almighty weather god that was playing a cruel, cruel joke. But the first official day of summer was approaching fast, so he was going to bask in the wonderfulness of having this time all to himself.
Except he didn't.
Hearing a shuffling off to the side, Harry turned his head. A hint of a smile ghosted over his lips at the sight before him.
Draco Malfoy was standing not five feet off to his right. He was also shirtless, beads of sweat forming on the milky white skin of his toned chest. A pair of loose-fitting black pants were slung low on his waist, showing off his perfectly defined abs.
Well, Harry supposed he could share the space.
Waiting patiently for Draco to notice his presence, Harry just sat back and enjoyed the lovely vision in front of him. At this point, the lake was just another background.
When he came to the conclusion that the blonde was not going to notice his presence anytime soon, Harry cleared his throat loudly.
Slowly turning his head, Draco's eyes fell upon Harry. His silver orbs slowly raked over the Gryffindor's form before settling on his face once again. "Potter," he acknowledged finally, drawing out the name as if it took great strength to say it.
"I see you had the same idea as me," Harry nodded toward the school.
His response was an aristocratic snort. "I don't neglect my studies like some miscreants do," he answered pointedly, but not with the same snide attitude that had accompanied his previous cutdowns. But for a long time now, his voice had not contained that inflection that used to light Harry's fire in anger.
Now it lit his fire in other ways.
Ignoring the halfhearted insult, Harry gave a tiny smile as he answered breezily, "Who's avoiding studying? I just wanted to get out of the heat."
"By sitting out in the sun? I knew you were daft, Potter, but this genius really is in a class all its own."
"So says the Slytherin who is also out here," Harry pointed out smugly, inwardly smirking as Draco shot him an irritated look but didn't argue. Taking on a pleasant tone, Harry gestured to the ground beside him. "Pull up some grass."
Draco eyed the ravenhead scrutinizingly, almost as if waiting for a scathing remark. Receiving none, he just shrugged and gracefully plopped down on the grass next to Harry, leaning back against the tree.
They sat there for a while, not speaking. Harry found the entire situation quite amusing. After all, it wasn't every day that he and Draco Malfoy were civilized to each other. More than that, though, he didn't believe he had ever seen the Slytherin without an absolutely impeccable appearance. And now here he was, shirtless, hair sticking damply to his forehead, sweat practically rolling off of his well-toned body...
Oh yeah, Harry loved this weather.
When he glanced over at Draco, he saw that the blonde's eyes were closed. This gave him free reign to ogle the Slytherin. And ogle he did. Draco really was beautiful anyway, but to see him out of the norm was almost too much. He longed to tell Draco but held back.
As an idea began to form, an uncharacteristic smirk creeped onto Harry's face. Pulling out his wand and tearing off two blades of grass, he quietly said a spell under his breath and watched in delight its aftereffects. And Draco, poor Draco was unaware that anything was going on.
Until a rather freezing stream of water splashed upon his chest. Giving a startled yelp, Draco's eyes flew open as he leaned forward, glaring at a now laughing Harry. "What the bloody hell is that?" he growled, pointing to the contraption in Harry's hand.
Laughter subsiding into a smile, Harry answered, "It's a water gun. Here; I transfigured you one, also." He held out a dark green plastic gun that sloshed with water, matching the crimson one in his other hand.
Scowl now gone, Draco snatched the gun from Harry. "How does it work?" he asked as he scrutinized every part of it. He pushed down on a little lever and watched in astonishment as a stream of water shot out and hit Harry square in the face.
Harry looked dazed for a moment before he growled loudly. Jumping up, he shouted, "Ok, this means war!"
Dodging a stream of water aimed at his head, Draco scrambled to his feet and dashed off in the opposite direction. He cried out as water hit his bare back. He turned around, firing a retaliation shot and missing, then turned back around and ran off.
Harry trailed behind, sending off shots but none making contact. Draco really had sensational dodging skills. But Harry's were better...
With a burst of speed, he took off toward the blonde. This made Draco speed up, but Harry was gaining on him.
Noticing this, Draco veered off away from the trees and down toward the lake, which was probably a stupid move. He shot at Harry over his shoulder until he ran out of water. Then he tossed the gun and kept on going, now on the lake's sandy shore.
He was almost there... Just a little bit further... With a giant leap, Harry tackled Draco to the ground. The momentum sent them tumbling down the bank until they landed in the water with a splash.
Draco was lying on the wet sand, body halfway in the water. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths as his eyes stared straight up at Harry, who was leaning over him.
Eyes locked with silver, Harry reached down and smoothed a strand of damp hair off of Draco's forehead. The blonde was silent, unmoving, but his lips curved up ever so slightly at the corners, visible to Harry only because he was studying Draco so intently.
Swooping down, Harry's lips gently brushed across Draco's. As the Slytherin began to respond, Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he kissed back, passion rumbling through his veins.
By this time, Harry was lying beside Draco in the sand, both dirty and soaked but neither caring. The surroundings were forgotten as their bodies pressed tightly against one another.
Pulling away finally, Harry's eyes searched Draco's for any sign of disdain or regret. All he received was a smile and another mind-melting kiss, which he avidly returned.
Finally releasing the blonde, Harry stood and helped Draco to his feet. The two were really dirty now, as clumps of sand stuck to their pants and skin.
"Love you hair," Harry commented as Draco tried to rake the sand out of his blonde locks, to no avail.
Throwing the Gryffindor a dirty look, Draco finally gave up and said with a sniff, "Well, whose fault was that?"
"Oh, I take complete responsibility. But you have to admit, it was fun."
"Fun? No." Draco grinned wickedly. "It was hot."
"Yeah, but now we're wet. Want to lay out in the sun and dry off?" Harry asked as they approached the tree where his shirt lay.
Draco made a face. "Why don't you just cast a drying spell?"
Harry sighed impatiently. "That's not as much fun. Besides, I could use the relaxation time. Don't you want to lay out with me?" he teased.
"I burn easily."
Waving a hand dismissively, Harry answered, "We won't be out here long."
"It doesn't take long. I have fair skin," Draco argued. He was obviously not fond of this idea.
With a grin, Harry asked, "How about if I put sunscreen on you?" He watched the blonde contemplate this, already knowing what the outcome would be.
"All right," Draco conceded airily, but the eager gleam in his eyes betrayed his calm answer.
Reaching down into a hole at the base of a tree, Harry pulled out a bottle of sunscreen. At the blonde's curious expression, he explained, "After a couple of hours, I sometimes burn." Settling down into the grass, he patted the ground next to him.
Without hesitation, Draco lay down on the warm grass, taking Harry's offered shirt and using it as a pillow. He shuddered as some of the cool lotion was squirted onto his back.
Hands trailing across pale skin, Harry's fingers began to knead Draco's tense shoulder, delighting in the way that the blonde almost instantly relaxed. His skilled fingers moved over to the other shoulder, repeating the same movements and then traveling lower.
He loved the way his hands glided over Draco's skin, the slow movements covering Draco's entire back with the slick lotion. If this was heaven, then he wanted to die right then and there.
Once Harry had finished with his wonderful application, Draco sat back, resting on his knees. He took the bottle from Harry, squirting a small circle of lotion in his palm. That hand pressed into Harry's lean stomach, trailing up his chest in an ever slow movement. He gave a smile as Harry moaned at the teasing sweeps of Draco's fingers. But Draco wasn't about to give in. He was having too much fun with this slow torture.
Then Harry's back arched, throwing his head back at Draco's touch. His long, tanned column of throat vibrated with each deep swallow, and Draco was mesmerized by this slight movement. Unable to stop himself, he leaned over and pressed his lips to Harry's neck, moist with sweat and water. The almost feral growl from the Gryffindor was enough to make up Draco's mind.
Torture worked both ways.
Unable to take it any longer, Draco removed his hand from Harry's chest and leaned back.
Straightening back up, Harry eyed the blonde questioningly. "Did you want lotion on your chest so you don't burn?"
"No. I don't plan on staying out here that long." He pressed his lips to Harry's, kissing him fiercely. "Come on." He stood, pulling Harry up with him and then dragging him along at a fast pace.
"Where are we going?"
Draco flashed a wicked grin. "To go generate some heat of our own."
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Oh, if only they were real... Then they'd be quartered and sold on E-Bay to make merry fans even more merry! Ah, the things we do for a fix... Once again, sorry this chapter was posted later than usual. I just got back from dinner with a friend I haven't seen in 6 months, so I just finished this chapter a few minutes ago. I hope everyone liked it! Or tolerated it. Or anthing. I dunno. Please review! They make me want to frolick in the plush green meadow with my pet unicorn. I love you guys!
