Author's Note: I have decided to never do a cliffy again. Not only do they
make the readers mad, but they are a pain in the @ss to write off of
(excuse the language). In this chapter there is slash! (YAY!)
Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in the other chapters, so I'm putting it here. Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc. are NOT my characters. I just like to borrow them and mess around with all of their minds and/or bodies. : P
~~~ Chapter four: Bittersweet
"Oh, and we aren't going to use the potions unless we feel like it would make us really sick. I want to see what it can do, everything it can do." At that statement Draco went over to the table and picked up two goblets, handing one to Harry. He lifted the glass in a mock toast and gulped all of the substance down. Harry did the same.
Draco could feel the silvery liquid moving down his throat; it was a nice sort of warmth, but once the potion had gotten into his veins, he felt like he was on fire. Every color surrounded him, all swirling together, to make something resembling a myriad of rainbows twisting around in circles and wavy lines. All of the rainbows ended up pointing towards Harry. Draco's skin was flushed and hot, and he felt that he needed to be kissing Harry. It was the only coherent thought racing through his brain. Get Harry. Get Harry. Get Harry. Over and over again. He moved towards the other boy.
Harry could sense the liquid's hot path through his body. He could visualize the silver flames dancing in his veins, making his blood thin and his pulse race. His vision was clouded, except for where Draco was standing with a crazed look on his face. Dilated silver eyes were calling him, telling him to go with his instincts and work towards his own gratification. Harry moved towards the other boy with a predatory gleam in his blazing eyes. Draco needed to be his. He had to get him.
When they finally came together, there were no tentative butterfly kisses that made your stomach flip. It was not sweet. Actually it was far from sweet. Lips were gnashing against each other, tongues dancing in an ancient rhythm. Both boys had closed their eyes. This had been going on a long time, and was becoming more heated and passionate every second that went by. Harry nibbled on Draco's bottom lip, and Draco slid his tongue across the roof of Harry's mouth. Both moaned at the same time.
Draco began to back Harry up to the door of the room. The wood scraped against Harry's back, and even through all the layers of his school uniform it hurt, but all pain was forgotten once Draco began to nip and lick at the sensitive pulse point on his neck. Harry wrapped his long legs around the Slytherin, and raised his head in an attempt to let Draco nibble more at him. It hurt, but it was a heavenly type of ache. It was an ache that could only lead to pleasure. He needed more; Draco needed more.
The blond then began to lower both heated bodies to the floor, still kissing Harry with all of the passion that he could muster. He began to undo Harry's tie, then started to raise the school robe. He started at the bottom, and on the way up, his hands brushed all the way up Harry's well- developed legs, over hips, over the smooth expanse of Harry's stomach, and finally over Harry's head. His lips crashed down on Harry's once again, and he began to unbutton Harry's shirt. As he saw the revealed skin, he couldn't help but to indulge in it. Harry felt a heated tongue licking whenever the tan flesh was accessible. It wasn't enough. He needed satisfaction.
"Draco. hurry. I need you." At this comment Draco sobered, but he couldn't stop. The need to have Harry was powerful. He savored Harry, noticing how he tasted like summer and vanilla, but his unoccupied hand was moving towards the goblet of anti-toxin. He couldn't succumb to his desires, no matter how urgent they were.
"Here...drink this... before... mmmm... it's too late." Harry did as he was told, and his overwhelming want to be with Draco was dulled, but not completely sated. Harry wanted more; he wanted complete satisfaction from Draco. He wanted Draco to get rid of the stiffness in his pants. Getting off that line of thought, he handed the goblet to the other panting boy, who took a huge swallow of the antitoxin. He shuddered.
"God, this stuff is revolting, but it sure gets the job done." He gave Harry a timid smile. This would really change how they acted towards each other. Draco now had a taste of something delicious, and he wanted more. He wanted Potter, the forbidden fruit, all for himself; no one else wanted Harry to pleasure them as much as Draco did, and it was obvious. His erection was throbbing, and pressing painfully against the constraints of his slacks. He would need a cold shower later, at this rate.
Seconds of uncomfortable silence passed between the two aroused boys. Then, after Harry looked down at his watch, he said "Well... that has to have been the shortest meeting in the history of Hogwarts. It was a grand total of 10 minutes."
"Who said it was over, Potter?"
"Well... I kind of have a... problem, and I need to get rid of it... now."
"I have a problem, too. You aren't the only one that got a bit excited over our 'experiment'" Draco coughed, and looked everywhere but Harry. Why did I have to say that, and ruin what little shreds of sanity I have left? Damn.
"But, I have to get rid of mine... Ron or Herm will see, and I don't know where they are, so if-"
"Potter! It's not that bad, you know. It's actually pretty normal, and you have robes that you can cover it with!"
"But-"
"No buts Potter. Now, since we have about 1 and a half hours until these meetings usually end, I think that we need to discuss what happened, and if you want to wait until tomorrow, we can talk about other things."
"I want to leave."
"No."
"Fine, then." Harry looked at Draco with disdain. Draco looked flustered, and his gaze was now back on Harry, fixed on his face with a look of longing on his face. "But if you try anything, I'll have to break your face."
Draco hesitated, then, "Deal." There was a long pause before Harry spoke.
"How did you know that you were... you know?"
"You'll have to be a little less vague than that. I don't know... you know."
"Fine. how did you know that you were g-gay?"
"Well, I never really kissed a guy, until tonight that is," Harry blushed "but I didn't get excited by girls, like all of the other guys did. I think Pug-face Pansy ruined the female part of our species for me."
"Oh." Harry felt relief flood him. He had liked Cho, and last year he had dated Ginny Weasley, until her overprotective brother and his best friend told him to back off. He was safe, except for the annoying reminder that he was aroused because of a boy, Malfoy nonetheless. This wasn't good.
Both boys discussed how the potion had made them emotional, overheated, and obviously very turned on. After a few minutes of quiet and amicable chatting, Harry asked if he could go. He needed to get back before Hermione suspected anything.
Draco said an irritable "Fine!" and gave him a glare that could freeze fire. He had seen the relief on Harry's face earlier; when he told him how he knew he was different. Life just wasn't fair. Everything good that he ever received was taken away. He knew Potter was embarrassed and wouldn't like it if he tried to do that again, especially if he wasn't under the influence of a potion ingredient. That was out of the question. A crystal tear splashed down a porcelain face. Potter's kiss had felt too exquisite to be real. But it was. It was a bittersweet kiss. It felt so good, but it could never happen. It was his first time to cry in years. This blasted ingredient really affected his emotions!
He recorded all of the happenings in his "scientific journal" leaving out the parts about him craving more. He wrote about the fire in his veins, and the mood swings and such. He wrote about the kiss with Harry, and how intense it had been. There was a tear splash on the page. Damn Potter and his really good kisses.
Draco forgot his journal when he went off to bed. Any prying eyes could find it in a flash, and they would know exactly what Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had been up to.
~~~
A deep voice sounded, "Hello, love." She really loved her pet name. She turned around with a watery smile on her face. She had waited so long for him to notice her, and it had finally paid off.
"Hello, Ron." Tears of joy started streaming down Hermione's face. If she had known that all it would take would be to make him jealous of Harry, she would have done it much sooner.
"Don't cry, Herm! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come!" Ron turned around and started walking towards the door.
"No, don't go! You didn't do anything. It's just that I have been waiting for you to come to me for so long and now you are here. I really like you, and these are tears of joy." She smiled. He was relieved at her admission, and he was extremely delighted that she 'really liked' him. A head of red hair moved towards one with bushy brown hair. Lips met, and gently brushed.
"I'm so glad that you waited for me, and I can't believe that I was so thick!" Hermione smiled.
"It's an everyday occurrence, so I didn't expect you to know right away"
"Hey! Are you insinuating that I am always stupid?"
"I'm not insinuating, I'm flat out saying."
"Oh, Herm!" Lips met again, starting a beautiful relationship between two of the Golden Trio.
Albus Dumbledore smiled in his office, for he had been waiting for this relationship to blossom for a long time. Ron and Hermione's dots on his map (one similar to the Marauder's Map, except that it showed the activity of couples and soon to be couples) were labeled "in love" and "kissing". In his happy thoughts of Ron and Hermione, he failed to notice the two dots in the Slytherin dungeons that were clearly labeled "snogging", and one in the pair "infatuated".
~~~
Pansy Parkinson, know as Pug-face to many, was the typical Slytherin. Whenever she found things that could embarrass people, she used them to her advantage. She was always nosing around, too. She was a power-hungry little bitch, and she loved every bit of it. When she stumbled upon a journal in the extra-credit potions room, she couldn't banish the evil smirk from her face. A certain Draco Malfoy was going to be doing a lot of groveling in the next few weeks... wait, change that to months.
~~~
Another Author's Note: I can't believe I wrote this crap! If anyone wants to help me rewrite the 'intense' scenes or write future ones please send me an email. I cannot write that type of stuff. That is why the chapter took so long (besides the two tests, UIL, and loads of Homework). Thanks asaroth69, Hyperbole (I hope this chap. clears up your question about which one they drank), momo, Shella, jeannie81, koureshin, SnippyandSnarky, and Silver Angel! I felt really special when I got all of these reviews. :) Umm... thanks to the reviewers of the un-edited (and very crappy) early chapter four. There were some minor changes. I hope you noticed.
Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in the other chapters, so I'm putting it here. Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc. are NOT my characters. I just like to borrow them and mess around with all of their minds and/or bodies. : P
~~~ Chapter four: Bittersweet
"Oh, and we aren't going to use the potions unless we feel like it would make us really sick. I want to see what it can do, everything it can do." At that statement Draco went over to the table and picked up two goblets, handing one to Harry. He lifted the glass in a mock toast and gulped all of the substance down. Harry did the same.
Draco could feel the silvery liquid moving down his throat; it was a nice sort of warmth, but once the potion had gotten into his veins, he felt like he was on fire. Every color surrounded him, all swirling together, to make something resembling a myriad of rainbows twisting around in circles and wavy lines. All of the rainbows ended up pointing towards Harry. Draco's skin was flushed and hot, and he felt that he needed to be kissing Harry. It was the only coherent thought racing through his brain. Get Harry. Get Harry. Get Harry. Over and over again. He moved towards the other boy.
Harry could sense the liquid's hot path through his body. He could visualize the silver flames dancing in his veins, making his blood thin and his pulse race. His vision was clouded, except for where Draco was standing with a crazed look on his face. Dilated silver eyes were calling him, telling him to go with his instincts and work towards his own gratification. Harry moved towards the other boy with a predatory gleam in his blazing eyes. Draco needed to be his. He had to get him.
When they finally came together, there were no tentative butterfly kisses that made your stomach flip. It was not sweet. Actually it was far from sweet. Lips were gnashing against each other, tongues dancing in an ancient rhythm. Both boys had closed their eyes. This had been going on a long time, and was becoming more heated and passionate every second that went by. Harry nibbled on Draco's bottom lip, and Draco slid his tongue across the roof of Harry's mouth. Both moaned at the same time.
Draco began to back Harry up to the door of the room. The wood scraped against Harry's back, and even through all the layers of his school uniform it hurt, but all pain was forgotten once Draco began to nip and lick at the sensitive pulse point on his neck. Harry wrapped his long legs around the Slytherin, and raised his head in an attempt to let Draco nibble more at him. It hurt, but it was a heavenly type of ache. It was an ache that could only lead to pleasure. He needed more; Draco needed more.
The blond then began to lower both heated bodies to the floor, still kissing Harry with all of the passion that he could muster. He began to undo Harry's tie, then started to raise the school robe. He started at the bottom, and on the way up, his hands brushed all the way up Harry's well- developed legs, over hips, over the smooth expanse of Harry's stomach, and finally over Harry's head. His lips crashed down on Harry's once again, and he began to unbutton Harry's shirt. As he saw the revealed skin, he couldn't help but to indulge in it. Harry felt a heated tongue licking whenever the tan flesh was accessible. It wasn't enough. He needed satisfaction.
"Draco. hurry. I need you." At this comment Draco sobered, but he couldn't stop. The need to have Harry was powerful. He savored Harry, noticing how he tasted like summer and vanilla, but his unoccupied hand was moving towards the goblet of anti-toxin. He couldn't succumb to his desires, no matter how urgent they were.
"Here...drink this... before... mmmm... it's too late." Harry did as he was told, and his overwhelming want to be with Draco was dulled, but not completely sated. Harry wanted more; he wanted complete satisfaction from Draco. He wanted Draco to get rid of the stiffness in his pants. Getting off that line of thought, he handed the goblet to the other panting boy, who took a huge swallow of the antitoxin. He shuddered.
"God, this stuff is revolting, but it sure gets the job done." He gave Harry a timid smile. This would really change how they acted towards each other. Draco now had a taste of something delicious, and he wanted more. He wanted Potter, the forbidden fruit, all for himself; no one else wanted Harry to pleasure them as much as Draco did, and it was obvious. His erection was throbbing, and pressing painfully against the constraints of his slacks. He would need a cold shower later, at this rate.
Seconds of uncomfortable silence passed between the two aroused boys. Then, after Harry looked down at his watch, he said "Well... that has to have been the shortest meeting in the history of Hogwarts. It was a grand total of 10 minutes."
"Who said it was over, Potter?"
"Well... I kind of have a... problem, and I need to get rid of it... now."
"I have a problem, too. You aren't the only one that got a bit excited over our 'experiment'" Draco coughed, and looked everywhere but Harry. Why did I have to say that, and ruin what little shreds of sanity I have left? Damn.
"But, I have to get rid of mine... Ron or Herm will see, and I don't know where they are, so if-"
"Potter! It's not that bad, you know. It's actually pretty normal, and you have robes that you can cover it with!"
"But-"
"No buts Potter. Now, since we have about 1 and a half hours until these meetings usually end, I think that we need to discuss what happened, and if you want to wait until tomorrow, we can talk about other things."
"I want to leave."
"No."
"Fine, then." Harry looked at Draco with disdain. Draco looked flustered, and his gaze was now back on Harry, fixed on his face with a look of longing on his face. "But if you try anything, I'll have to break your face."
Draco hesitated, then, "Deal." There was a long pause before Harry spoke.
"How did you know that you were... you know?"
"You'll have to be a little less vague than that. I don't know... you know."
"Fine. how did you know that you were g-gay?"
"Well, I never really kissed a guy, until tonight that is," Harry blushed "but I didn't get excited by girls, like all of the other guys did. I think Pug-face Pansy ruined the female part of our species for me."
"Oh." Harry felt relief flood him. He had liked Cho, and last year he had dated Ginny Weasley, until her overprotective brother and his best friend told him to back off. He was safe, except for the annoying reminder that he was aroused because of a boy, Malfoy nonetheless. This wasn't good.
Both boys discussed how the potion had made them emotional, overheated, and obviously very turned on. After a few minutes of quiet and amicable chatting, Harry asked if he could go. He needed to get back before Hermione suspected anything.
Draco said an irritable "Fine!" and gave him a glare that could freeze fire. He had seen the relief on Harry's face earlier; when he told him how he knew he was different. Life just wasn't fair. Everything good that he ever received was taken away. He knew Potter was embarrassed and wouldn't like it if he tried to do that again, especially if he wasn't under the influence of a potion ingredient. That was out of the question. A crystal tear splashed down a porcelain face. Potter's kiss had felt too exquisite to be real. But it was. It was a bittersweet kiss. It felt so good, but it could never happen. It was his first time to cry in years. This blasted ingredient really affected his emotions!
He recorded all of the happenings in his "scientific journal" leaving out the parts about him craving more. He wrote about the fire in his veins, and the mood swings and such. He wrote about the kiss with Harry, and how intense it had been. There was a tear splash on the page. Damn Potter and his really good kisses.
Draco forgot his journal when he went off to bed. Any prying eyes could find it in a flash, and they would know exactly what Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had been up to.
~~~
A deep voice sounded, "Hello, love." She really loved her pet name. She turned around with a watery smile on her face. She had waited so long for him to notice her, and it had finally paid off.
"Hello, Ron." Tears of joy started streaming down Hermione's face. If she had known that all it would take would be to make him jealous of Harry, she would have done it much sooner.
"Don't cry, Herm! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come!" Ron turned around and started walking towards the door.
"No, don't go! You didn't do anything. It's just that I have been waiting for you to come to me for so long and now you are here. I really like you, and these are tears of joy." She smiled. He was relieved at her admission, and he was extremely delighted that she 'really liked' him. A head of red hair moved towards one with bushy brown hair. Lips met, and gently brushed.
"I'm so glad that you waited for me, and I can't believe that I was so thick!" Hermione smiled.
"It's an everyday occurrence, so I didn't expect you to know right away"
"Hey! Are you insinuating that I am always stupid?"
"I'm not insinuating, I'm flat out saying."
"Oh, Herm!" Lips met again, starting a beautiful relationship between two of the Golden Trio.
Albus Dumbledore smiled in his office, for he had been waiting for this relationship to blossom for a long time. Ron and Hermione's dots on his map (one similar to the Marauder's Map, except that it showed the activity of couples and soon to be couples) were labeled "in love" and "kissing". In his happy thoughts of Ron and Hermione, he failed to notice the two dots in the Slytherin dungeons that were clearly labeled "snogging", and one in the pair "infatuated".
~~~
Pansy Parkinson, know as Pug-face to many, was the typical Slytherin. Whenever she found things that could embarrass people, she used them to her advantage. She was always nosing around, too. She was a power-hungry little bitch, and she loved every bit of it. When she stumbled upon a journal in the extra-credit potions room, she couldn't banish the evil smirk from her face. A certain Draco Malfoy was going to be doing a lot of groveling in the next few weeks... wait, change that to months.
~~~
Another Author's Note: I can't believe I wrote this crap! If anyone wants to help me rewrite the 'intense' scenes or write future ones please send me an email. I cannot write that type of stuff. That is why the chapter took so long (besides the two tests, UIL, and loads of Homework). Thanks asaroth69, Hyperbole (I hope this chap. clears up your question about which one they drank), momo, Shella, jeannie81, koureshin, SnippyandSnarky, and Silver Angel! I felt really special when I got all of these reviews. :) Umm... thanks to the reviewers of the un-edited (and very crappy) early chapter four. There were some minor changes. I hope you noticed.
