Title: Celebrate You
Author: Miss T
Genre: PWP/Slash/Angsty
Rating: strong R for language and strong sexual situations, you have been WARNED!
Main characters: Draco
Pairings: d/h SLASH!! WARNING!
Notes: to Harry love Draco. Love indeed.
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. She's rich. I'm not. End of story.
Dedicated to: all of my fans *bows* :P
I hate the way you look at me, Potter. Even when we're fucking – it's like you almost feel sorry for me. You lie there, on top of me, scared that you'll hurt me or something, moving slowly, a frown of apprehension marring your features. Well, at first anyway. After that first 10 or so seconds you're off like a fucking animal.
Well, at least it's a different story when I'M fucking YOU, isn't it, Potter? Those little girlish whimpers that escape your lips when I move faster, that look in your eyes that just BEGS for more and you know you like it… you know you prefer it when I fuck YOU.
I know what you think of me. Don't think I don't because I do. I admit it, I AM a bratty little rich boy who probably doesn't know the first thing about love – because I'm what you would call, oh I don't know – let me take a stab in the dark here and say cold. Egotistical I think you called me once? Yes, that will do. Right, so I'm a bratty little cold rich boy who knows how to get the Boy Who Lived off. What a world this is.
The thing that I don't understand, Potter – is the fact that you can look at me like that – oh, come on you know what I'm talking about – that little glint in your eyes and the way your lips part just before you're about to come. The way you scream my name, begging me for more, or to go harder, or just not to let go. I don't understand it because you never look at me like that anywhere else, in fact, I doubt you've ever looked at anyone else like that in your entire life – it's a look reserved for me – for us. Well, now you've got me thinking it's something special so I won't even go there… I hate the way you do that. Make me think of one of your flaws and then it just seems to turn around and I end up craving it… I hate that. I hate you.
Sometimes I don't know where I stand with you. No, I'm not talking about the time you gave me a blowjob outside of Snape's office, you dirty bastard. I mean emotionally. We're not exactly going out – our friends don't even know about us for fucksake. We just shag. Plain and simple.
Oh, but I wish life could be that simple, Potter. And you know what I hate about you the most, Potter? The fact that you don't want to know me. You think I could never love someone? Well what about when I'M underneath YOU and the look in MY eyes? Have you ever looked me in the eyes when you're fucking me, Potter? I guess you wouldn't notice. I got the fright of my life when I noticed myself, actually – but that doesn't matter anymore to me. I just know it's there. But you don't.
I hate you for making me feel like this… for making me scream, moan, beg, harder Potter harder, coming… I'm coming… I hate you. I hate you because I love you.
~fin~
Author: Miss T
Genre: PWP/Slash/Angsty
Rating: strong R for language and strong sexual situations, you have been WARNED!
Main characters: Draco
Pairings: d/h SLASH!! WARNING!
Notes: to Harry love Draco. Love indeed.
Disclaimer: JKR owns everything. She's rich. I'm not. End of story.
Dedicated to: all of my fans *bows* :P
I hate the way you look at me, Potter. Even when we're fucking – it's like you almost feel sorry for me. You lie there, on top of me, scared that you'll hurt me or something, moving slowly, a frown of apprehension marring your features. Well, at first anyway. After that first 10 or so seconds you're off like a fucking animal.
Well, at least it's a different story when I'M fucking YOU, isn't it, Potter? Those little girlish whimpers that escape your lips when I move faster, that look in your eyes that just BEGS for more and you know you like it… you know you prefer it when I fuck YOU.
I know what you think of me. Don't think I don't because I do. I admit it, I AM a bratty little rich boy who probably doesn't know the first thing about love – because I'm what you would call, oh I don't know – let me take a stab in the dark here and say cold. Egotistical I think you called me once? Yes, that will do. Right, so I'm a bratty little cold rich boy who knows how to get the Boy Who Lived off. What a world this is.
The thing that I don't understand, Potter – is the fact that you can look at me like that – oh, come on you know what I'm talking about – that little glint in your eyes and the way your lips part just before you're about to come. The way you scream my name, begging me for more, or to go harder, or just not to let go. I don't understand it because you never look at me like that anywhere else, in fact, I doubt you've ever looked at anyone else like that in your entire life – it's a look reserved for me – for us. Well, now you've got me thinking it's something special so I won't even go there… I hate the way you do that. Make me think of one of your flaws and then it just seems to turn around and I end up craving it… I hate that. I hate you.
Sometimes I don't know where I stand with you. No, I'm not talking about the time you gave me a blowjob outside of Snape's office, you dirty bastard. I mean emotionally. We're not exactly going out – our friends don't even know about us for fucksake. We just shag. Plain and simple.
Oh, but I wish life could be that simple, Potter. And you know what I hate about you the most, Potter? The fact that you don't want to know me. You think I could never love someone? Well what about when I'M underneath YOU and the look in MY eyes? Have you ever looked me in the eyes when you're fucking me, Potter? I guess you wouldn't notice. I got the fright of my life when I noticed myself, actually – but that doesn't matter anymore to me. I just know it's there. But you don't.
I hate you for making me feel like this… for making me scream, moan, beg, harder Potter harder, coming… I'm coming… I hate you. I hate you because I love you.
~fin~