Title: Infatuation
Part: 3/?
Author: Veronica M. Veenstra
Email: tinks_pixie_dust2004@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Genre: Slash
Summary: The initial meeting between Harry and Draco after their 7th year at Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please post feedback. I will greatly appreciate it, if you do.
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Harry avoided Malfoy for the rest of the day. As he lay in bed at night and tried to relieve the tension on his lower region, he kept trying to visualize some female. Cho Chang didn't do it for him anymore, not since he found out she cheated on him. Nothing was working, but then his mind settled on Malfoy. He started thinking about how good Malfoy looked earlier that day and was hard instantly. This scared him, for he had never been openly attracted to another male before. Soon, lust and arousal over took him and he found himself wishing Malfoy was there. His release was so intense, he fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke up the next morning a mess. He forgot to clean himself up and resorted to using a cleansing charm that was rather painful, seeing how body hair was being pulled out at the same time. He showered and got dressed, and left for the Ministry. As he walked, he was thinking about whether or not Malfoy was really a traitor as people, himself included, thought he may have been, or if he really was working only for the Ministry of Magic. He kept his head down that morning, as the wind was blowing rather hard and he walked right into something. That something turned out to be Malfoy. "Problems walking, Potter?" Malfoy said, with his trademark sneer in place. Harry opened his mouth to say something back to him, but instead, was left speechless. At the moment Harry opened his mouth, Malfoy leaned down and kissed Harry. Too stunned to push him away, Harry gave into the kiss. Malfoy pulled away abruptly, and walked away, leaving Harry open- mouthed and in shock.
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Hermione was pacing around the room when Harry walked in. "Finally! I thought something had happened to you! I thought maybe Malfoy..." Her voice trailed off, not wanting to do the same thing Harry had done just days before, accusing Malfoy of being on the Dark side. "I'm...I'm...fine." Harry said, in a bit of a daze. Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "Uh huh...Anyway Harry, Hedwig dropped this off this morning. I took the liberty of untying it from her, but I didn't open it. I don't know who it's from." Harry took the letter from her and opened it. He read it silently, trying not to smile. It was from Malfoy.
iScarhead,
Seems you do know what you're doing. I rather enjoyed this morning, didn't you? If you really want to find out 'what you are', then meet me at the Rainbow Cafe' in Diagon Alley tonight for dinner at 9pm.
FerretFace/i
He smiled softly from nerves. He spent the rest of the day a nervous wreck, trying to listen to Hermione and Ron as they discussed the case at hand. Harry finally got his concentration when Hermione stopped in front of him, hands on her hips. "What is with you today? You're acting as though you are hiding something from me and Ron." She stared at him suspiciously. He didn't say anything at first. "I'm sorry Herm, it's just that there is a lot going on in my mind right now and it's hard for me to explain." He grabbed the map off the table and began to study the dots moving silently around the map. "Hermione! Look!" He said, jumping up and showing her the map. "We found him." Sure enough, a little tiny dot labeled, "Lord Voldemort" was moving about.
Harry ran into Ron's office to tell him they found him again. "Where's Malfoy?" Harry asked, and just as he did, Malfoy walked into the room. "What did you find?" Harry looked at him for a second, speechless, then quickly finding his voice again. "Voldemort. He appeared back on the map. We thought he had lost him there for a minute." Malfoy studied the map. "Well, it's possible that you did, in a sense. When Voldemort takes over someone's body, he loses part of him, so to speak. So chances are, when you seen him disappear, he had taken over someone. Where was he on the map?" Harry searched his brain. "Somewhere in France, I believe." Malfoy thought about it, at the same time, thinking of the things he could do to Harry.
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Harry sat at the corner table in the Rainbow Cafe' and waited for Malfoy. At last, Malfoy walked in. /i" Harry said to himself, softly. Malfoy walked in wearing tight black jeans, a white t-shirt covered with an emerald green button up shirt. Harry felt so underdressed in his jeans and faded blue jumper. For some odd reason, he stood up when Malfoy got to the table. Malfoy smiled lightly. "Nervous, are you?" He said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Harry grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, a little. You look...really good." Malfoy stared into Harry's green eyes and all thought stopped in his brain. He leaned forward and kissed Harry. This time he didn't pull away so abruptly. He kissed Harry softly, letting his tongue slid against his lips, gently prying them open. Harry moaned softly. Malfoy broke the kiss and smiled at Harry.
"You look like you enjoyed that. You can have more later, if you like."
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Part: 3/?
Author: Veronica M. Veenstra
Email: tinks_pixie_dust2004@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Genre: Slash
Summary: The initial meeting between Harry and Draco after their 7th year at Hogwarts
Author's Notes: Please post feedback. I will greatly appreciate it, if you do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry avoided Malfoy for the rest of the day. As he lay in bed at night and tried to relieve the tension on his lower region, he kept trying to visualize some female. Cho Chang didn't do it for him anymore, not since he found out she cheated on him. Nothing was working, but then his mind settled on Malfoy. He started thinking about how good Malfoy looked earlier that day and was hard instantly. This scared him, for he had never been openly attracted to another male before. Soon, lust and arousal over took him and he found himself wishing Malfoy was there. His release was so intense, he fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke up the next morning a mess. He forgot to clean himself up and resorted to using a cleansing charm that was rather painful, seeing how body hair was being pulled out at the same time. He showered and got dressed, and left for the Ministry. As he walked, he was thinking about whether or not Malfoy was really a traitor as people, himself included, thought he may have been, or if he really was working only for the Ministry of Magic. He kept his head down that morning, as the wind was blowing rather hard and he walked right into something. That something turned out to be Malfoy. "Problems walking, Potter?" Malfoy said, with his trademark sneer in place. Harry opened his mouth to say something back to him, but instead, was left speechless. At the moment Harry opened his mouth, Malfoy leaned down and kissed Harry. Too stunned to push him away, Harry gave into the kiss. Malfoy pulled away abruptly, and walked away, leaving Harry open- mouthed and in shock.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione was pacing around the room when Harry walked in. "Finally! I thought something had happened to you! I thought maybe Malfoy..." Her voice trailed off, not wanting to do the same thing Harry had done just days before, accusing Malfoy of being on the Dark side. "I'm...I'm...fine." Harry said, in a bit of a daze. Hermione eyed him suspiciously. "Uh huh...Anyway Harry, Hedwig dropped this off this morning. I took the liberty of untying it from her, but I didn't open it. I don't know who it's from." Harry took the letter from her and opened it. He read it silently, trying not to smile. It was from Malfoy.
iScarhead,
Seems you do know what you're doing. I rather enjoyed this morning, didn't you? If you really want to find out 'what you are', then meet me at the Rainbow Cafe' in Diagon Alley tonight for dinner at 9pm.
FerretFace/i
He smiled softly from nerves. He spent the rest of the day a nervous wreck, trying to listen to Hermione and Ron as they discussed the case at hand. Harry finally got his concentration when Hermione stopped in front of him, hands on her hips. "What is with you today? You're acting as though you are hiding something from me and Ron." She stared at him suspiciously. He didn't say anything at first. "I'm sorry Herm, it's just that there is a lot going on in my mind right now and it's hard for me to explain." He grabbed the map off the table and began to study the dots moving silently around the map. "Hermione! Look!" He said, jumping up and showing her the map. "We found him." Sure enough, a little tiny dot labeled, "Lord Voldemort" was moving about.
Harry ran into Ron's office to tell him they found him again. "Where's Malfoy?" Harry asked, and just as he did, Malfoy walked into the room. "What did you find?" Harry looked at him for a second, speechless, then quickly finding his voice again. "Voldemort. He appeared back on the map. We thought he had lost him there for a minute." Malfoy studied the map. "Well, it's possible that you did, in a sense. When Voldemort takes over someone's body, he loses part of him, so to speak. So chances are, when you seen him disappear, he had taken over someone. Where was he on the map?" Harry searched his brain. "Somewhere in France, I believe." Malfoy thought about it, at the same time, thinking of the things he could do to Harry.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry sat at the corner table in the Rainbow Cafe' and waited for Malfoy. At last, Malfoy walked in. /i" Harry said to himself, softly. Malfoy walked in wearing tight black jeans, a white t-shirt covered with an emerald green button up shirt. Harry felt so underdressed in his jeans and faded blue jumper. For some odd reason, he stood up when Malfoy got to the table. Malfoy smiled lightly. "Nervous, are you?" He said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. Harry grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, a little. You look...really good." Malfoy stared into Harry's green eyes and all thought stopped in his brain. He leaned forward and kissed Harry. This time he didn't pull away so abruptly. He kissed Harry softly, letting his tongue slid against his lips, gently prying them open. Harry moaned softly. Malfoy broke the kiss and smiled at Harry.
"You look like you enjoyed that. You can have more later, if you like."
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