Physical
By Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: Hopefully there will be a little less conversation in this and a little more snogging!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (except that I do have Draco on a leash in a cage) but I own the plot, so you can't have it. Anyway I love Draco so… yah. When things get a little more heated up, warm and toasty, I will have an NC-17 version of this story out at ! Thanks for reading!
Chapter 2 – I Want to Take You Out
Harry watched as Draco leaned forward to capture his mouth once again. Harry squirmed in anticipation and met him halfway, pleasantly aware of what Draco Malfoy, the enemy was doing to him, and was very much enthralled by this devilish creature. The fact that he was snogging the enemy didn't matter anymore, only that he never wanted to stop. Their tongues dueling, twisting, tumbling in an intricate dance of passion, sweat, lust.
Draco leaned into Harry; Harry leaned into Draco. Both meeting halfway; both giving as good as they got.
Draco surprised at Harry's skill; Harry in awe of Draco's talent.
Harry pulled away gasping for air staring at Draco his eyes alight with the fire of desire. Draco pulled him back for more placing his hand on Harry's back and pulling him as close as possible crushing their bodies together, but Draco, instead of kissing Harry on the lips, attacked the boy's neck kissing, sucking, nibbling in all the right places making Harry squirm in desperation, lust—fear.
"Tell me Potter," Draco prodded pausing inches away from the sensitive skin, breathing on it in hot warm little spurts making Harry need him even more, "What would Granger have to say if I left a love bit on your neck? A very noticeable love bite."
Harry moved his hands up to Draco's head and ran them through his hair mussing up his silky locks. Harry pulled Draco head closed to his neck nuzzling against his lips. Draco smirked into Harry's neck and started leaving his mark delicately at first, but with more and more fervor as Harry responded with groans of pleasure. Harry feeling as though Draco was being neglected noticed Draco ear hovering deliciously in front of him and gave it a tentative lick. Draco responded wonderfully squirming and pausing in his attack on Harry's neck. Harry gave it another lick then started to suck on it eliciting moans and a growl from Draco.
Draco shuddering with pleasure pulled away Harry's neck.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Draco moaned.
Harry kept sucking, licking, and tugging on the ear causing Draco to swear.
"Stop that right now." Draco demanded unconvincingly.
Harry pulled away reluctantly and managed to look ashamed. He kept his hands on the back of Draco's neck and put on sort of pouty expression.
"Was I doing something wrong?" he asked in a quiet voice. Draco resisted the urge to laugh at him.
"Wrong! Hell no," Draco exclaimed, "It was wonderful just not something I'd expect from someone who just came out."
"Came out from where?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Why'd you want me to stop if you liked it so much?"
Draco, ignoring Harry, started to kiss him again unable to keep himself away from the boy. Harry smiled and kissed him back ferociously. Draco let his hands drift to other, more interesting, places like the clasp on his cloak. Undoing it and pushing it off Harry shoulders he set to work on Harry's shirt. Removing Harry's shirt he splayed his hands across Harry chest feeling the boy push against Draco's body with desire and lust. Draco slowly extricated himself from Harry's mouth and lowered himself to one of Harry's nipples.
"Uh, Malfoy," Harry said hesitantly.
Draco ignored him and continued towards his goal.
Harry pushed him away and started doing his shirt back up. "I don't think this is the right place for this kind of behavior.
Draco glared at Harry but nodded his agreement. Then moved forward to resume kissing him, he was able to slightly bush Harry's lips with his own when Harry pulled away rather abruptly.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled and picked his cloak up off the ground. He started towards the school.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked sharply following him unable to believe that someone was walking away from him, someone who had responded very pleasantly to his advances.
Harry didn't turn around or stop, "To my Common Room."
Draco stared at the boy, blinking, still unable to believe his eyes and ears. Is he out of his mind?!
"But…"
He could hear Harry laugh, "Thanks for your help Malfoy." Draco felt slightly offended at this reaction.
Draco felt his control on his emotions start to slip.
He jogged after the boy.
"Thanks? Thanks!" He demanded placing himself defiantly in front of Harry, hands on hips, eyes narrowed, "I put myself out on a limb to help my enemy and all I get is thanks!"
Harry remained calm, leaning back on the balls of his feet, looking at Draco as if he were a child, a mild annoyance, a pest, not someone who he had just finished kissing, "You didn't have to accept Malfoy." He rather bluntly pointed out this obvious fact. Draco was aghast, but wisely chose not to show it, He's turning the tables on me! The bastard! I wasn't kissing myself, nibbling on my own ear, back there!
"You're rather calm for someone who was asking me for 'more' a scant 10 minutes ago." Draco seethed.
"While I'll admit you're a very good kisser Malfoy," Harry replied still calm and indifferent, still looking at him with distaste, still ever so much the cocky little bastard, "I'm not about to risk people seeing us, for that."
Draco scoffed, "Where's that Gryffindor bravery I hear so much about?"
"This had nothing to do with guts."
"Then please enlighten me."
Draco was infuriated. How dare he turn me down!?
"I'm looking out for my future. I would have thought that you'd be the first to understand. A Malfoy dating, snogging, shagging—or whatever else you'd like to call it—a non-Slytherin."
Draco's eyes hardened, "You've changed Potter."
"Hah, you barely know me. I'm doing exactly what I would have done first year, I'm protecting my friends."
"From what?"
"From you."
"That's ridiculous and you know it."
"Is it? Do you know what this would do to Ron? To Hermione? To Mrs. Weasley? To Hagrid? My friends are all I have. I'm not risking them for you, Draco. I'm sorry to dampen your spirits but you aren't worth losing my friends over."
Draco hissed, a wounded animal, a deplorable creature, unwanted, unattractive, repulsive.
Harry smiled apologetically, an image of perfection, a wondrous object, wanted, loved, beautiful.
Draco ran after him and grabbed his elbow, spinning him violently around. He kissed him feeling their bodies respond. Draco pulled away and saw that same reaction, closed eyes, breathless.
Harry quickly shook his head and glared at him stepping back and away as if Draco carried a disease, a deadly disease.
"Malfoy," Harry growled, "I'm not telling you again…."
Draco's breathing quickened and his pulse beat faster, "Harry," he said a uncharacteristic pleading note in his voice, "can't you at least try it for a little bit?"
Harry looked at Draco and felt something tightening around his heart, "No."
"Potter," Draco pleaded again, feeling worthless.
Harry glared at him, "Get a hold of yourself. I'm tired of you always getting, and expecting your way, well you can't have me—so deal with it." Harry spun around and sprinted for the castle leaving Draco to mull in his thoughts.
"I can't believe I almost begged him," Draco muttered after a few minutes, "I can't believe he left me of all people, I can't believe I kissed him!" Draco ran a finger over his lips and stared after Harry.
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Harry stood in the entrance hall slumped against a wall. "Did that really just happen? Did I really just turn him down?" He whispered.
Harry cursed and slammed his fist into the wall then slid down. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…" Harry muttered darkly over and over again remaining on the floor staring at the ceiling sprawled out on the floor of the entrance hall.
And that's exactly how Ginny Weasley found him 10 minutes before lights out.