Author: Gryphnwng
Title: Gryphon Baiting
Rating: R (NC-17 at my yahoo group and adultfanfiction.net)
Status: Work-in-progress
Pairing: Harry/Draco, some mentions of others.
Note: This is SLASH! Meaning male/male pairing. If you don't like, I'm not forcing your eyes to this page to read. I've had enough readers ask for this pairing in my Prophesy of the Serpent story that I decided to write a short, one shot, no plot included fluff piece to appease them. At least, that was what it was supposed to be. Now, it's turning into a story in it's own right, with a plot! So help me, how do I get into these messes??
*Quietly pokes head out of the dark doorway where she'd been hiding from rabid reviewers.* Ummmm….sorry? Didn't mean to take so long to update, but, well, heh heh heh. It's been a rather trying couple of months for me and my fiancé. Work is still a bitch too, and eats into my typing time. Not to mention the ol' bucket o' bolts finally up and died on me. Sigh. But I am back, and I WILL FINISH THIS AND PROPHESY!!! I promise. ^_^ In the meantime, I was able to write a few things to keep you busy, check out my profile page and tell me what you think ^_^
Summery: 7th year AU ficlet- Ron and Hermione are worried about Harry, and his still seeming innocence to the way the world works. Worried for his safety, they follow him to a midnight rendezvous with Draco, and get an eyeful.
Archive: Please do! Ask for permission first though ^_^
Chapter 6: The horrors (or whores…) of a one-bed room. ((Don't ask ^_-;;))
~Previous chapter
The room was tiny.
Smaller even then one of the rooms of the suite he and Siri had. Walking in fully, the boys realized the full cruelty Murphy can do when inspired.
The room had only one bed.
A rather small, barely twin sized bed.
And no couch.
Draco and Harry stared at the room, then each other, and then stated their thoughts on the matter.
"Oh Fuck."~
~Gryffindor Common room~
Snorts of mirth and blushing faces greeted the last two words the brunette spoke. Harry rolled his eyes and growled out. "Well, I'd like to see you handle it better!"
Draco grinned and twisted in Harry's lap to give him a silencing kiss. Once he was properly quiet and complacent, the blonde turned back to the anxiously waiting group. "Well now, where were we? Ahhhhh yes. The room with one bed…"
~Back to story, Draco 3rd person~
The door Harry led them both to was rather unremarkable in both size and colour. Draco figured, though, that the room beyond it would be spacious enough. After all, his companion was Harry Potter, right? Therefore he was suitable startled when the door opened on a room that was like the door to it. Completely unremarkable. Plain white walls, plain off white carpet, dull off-white spread on the one small bed…
One small bed!?!?!?
He met Harry's startled eyes, and uttered, "Oh Fuck." Now he knew he was a rather smart young lad, and he could do the calculations easily. Two young men, one tiny bed, and no couch. That meant that either someone would take the floor and have a rather uncomfortable sleep, (not him, of course) or they would have to cram together one that one tiny bed, and both have an awkward rest. He knew how this would work out.
"Well, Potter, since you are always the noble sort, and doing good to your fellow wizard kind, I'll just thank you in advance for being so generous and giving me the bed for the night. Sweet dreams!" One that last note he bounded past the gaping Harry and bounced into bed, laying back with his head pillowed on his interlaced fingers.
He watched smugly as Harry blinked, then blinked again, obviously trying to figure out what had just happened. Figuring he'd just go along with his whim, Draco settled deeper into the slightly lumpy mattress and prepared to sleep.
Sleep wasn't about to happen though, for the next thing that happened he found himself on the floor of the room, getting acquainted with the dull carpet. Astonished silver eyes lifted up from the floor to settle on the smirking form of one Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, taking his place on the bed.
"As I am the one paying for our accommodations, I figure I should be the one to get the bed. It's only right, after all. Wouldn't you agree?" Harry leaned back against foam pillow with a small smirk twitching about the corners of his lips. It faltered slightly as he watched Draco stand up from the floor in a slow lissome stretch, reminiscent of a feline.
Draco knew that a predatory gleam was lighting his gray eyes as he stalked The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Kill-You-Know-Who. There was no way he was going to sleep on the floor and give up the bed to Potter! Ever so slowly he advanced upon the hapless young man, enjoying greatly the look of nervousness on his face. With a pounce, he landed on the bed, and coincidently, on Harry, and proceeded to start up a wrestling match. Now, a bed that small really isn't quite suitable for wrestling, and so, the two young men found that they had very little room to maneuver. Yet neither one wished to give up custody of said bed, so it was an intense battle indeed.
Draco landed, as said, on top of Harry, straddling the dark haired man's hips. He tried to pin Harry's arms above his head, so that he could shove him off, but Harry was able to squirm out of his hold, and by placing his hands against Draco's chest, succeeded in shoving the blonde off of him.
Unfortunately, he was taken with him to the floor.
Draco, seeing that he was about to be taken from his superior position, had quickly grabbed onto Harry's waist and when he was shoved off the bed, he took Harry down with him.
Being on the floor opened up a whole new world of wrestling to the two young men, which they readily took advantage of. Rolling about like mad, each fought to be on top. For a while, it seemed Draco had the upper hand as he had Harry's hands pinned again with one of his own, the other tickling against the brunettes sides. Harry, being horribly ticklish, was squirming about and gasping for breath, tears streaming down his face as he laughed.
But alas, in a moment of weakness while reveling in his supremacy, Draco let go of Harry's hands, and subsequently found himself on his back in a similar position to Harry's earlier one. Harry was still laughing hysterically while he attacked Draco's sides and stomach, leaving the blonde in paroxysms of laughter. Finally, neither one able to breath, they collapsed side by side on the unremarkable carpeting, wheezing and still laughing sporadically.
When he could breath again somewhat normally, Harry turned onto his side and regarded his roommate. Draco was still on his back starring at the ceiling, one arm flung over his forehead, the other pillowing his head. Harry blinked. Draco's shirt had ridden up, exposing a sliver of alabaster skin. He gulped, and yanked wayward eyes back up to Draco's face, hoping fervently that he wasn't blushing. This was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! A Malfoy who was currently in a state of disarray like never seen before from their Hogwarts days. Wearing clothes that were not designer made, hair tousled, and smiling! Not sneering, snarling, or snapping. It was enough of a change that Harry found himself looking at his old foe in a new light. One that, if anyone told him he would do even a year ago, he'd have had them committed to St. Mungos!
Firmly locking his eyes on Draco's he cleared his throat, gaining the blondes attention.
"Ya know, Malfoy, this is ridiculous. There's no real reason we can't both share the bed. It's not that small, and neither of us is that big. What do ya say?"
Draco opened his eyes wider, also coming to rest on his side opposite of Harry.
"Are you serious, Potter? You and me, share a bed?" A less then perfectly manicure brow arched in surprise. "Are you trying to start a war?"
"No more then you. I just figure, well, no sense in one of us being uncomfortable all night. Besides, I don't start wars with my friends." He stood up, then leaned over and offered his hand to Draco with a half grin on his face. "Well?"
Draco watched Potter, considering then reached out with his own hand, an answering smile on his own face as he allowed the other man to pull him to his feet.
"All right then, Harry. I accept." He held Harry's hand for a moment longer, then dropped it and raced for the bed. "But I get this side!" He yelled, plopping down on the right. "It's less lumpy."
For the second time that night Harry found himself gaping at the blonde, then shook his head and sighed.
"You never change, Draco, I swear. Fine, take that side, I don't care much. I'm changing." He grabbed some clothes from his luggage and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the night. Between the long day at the beach, and the excitement of the evening, he was exhausted.
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It was probably close to 5am that morning when Draco half awoke up from a dream. He fuzzily tried to remember the details, but could only remember the sensations of someone stroking him, bringing him to full hardness, while ghostly hands roamed his body. Those sensations continued, however, and he wondered if by some chance he was still dreaming. Blearily blinking, he leaned back into the long, warm body spooned against his back and moaned. Those hands were so good… In his sleep muddled thoughts he hoped that Harry wouldn't wake up, because he felt for sure he was making those noises out loud.
That was when his mind came on-line suddenly, and he became fully aware of where he was, and with him.
In bed.
With Harry.
Who was currently spooned against his back, and it seemed in the middle of a rather steamy dream.
A/n Heh, hiya folks ^_^ Just want to give thanks to yall who've been waiting so patiently (and not so patiently) for the next chapter. So, how do you want this part to continue? Mutual satisfaction, both embarrassed, what? *grins* It'll be good though ( I hope J ) Again, sorry for the long delay. If you thought college was hard, wait until Grad school!!! Lol . Till next, which will hopefully be sooner,
Gryphnwng