A/N: Okay, so it took me a little while to get this next chapter. I'm pretty impressed by the fact that everyone thinks I wrote a good sex scene. I'm sort of surprised too, since I've never done it before. Anyway, here's the chapter everyone's been waiting for, with Draco and Harry.
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Chapter 6 -- Oh The Angst
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was quite late for him to be awake, but he hadn't been able to sleep for very long. He kept thinking about the arguement with Ron. Why does he have to be so ... so homophobic? Harry thought angrily as he sat glaring into the fire.
He didn't know how long he sat there, thinking about Ron, before his thoughts lazily drifted to Draco Malfoy. Harry knew that Draco was still in the Infirmiry, recovering from his little run-in with the "wall." Harry couldn't help but smile at the thought of Draco's purely cut face staring at him in shock after being punched. It had been a priceless moment. Of course, it would have been better if they had been able to kiss first ...
With the thought of Draco in his head, Harry began to drift in and out of conciousness.
Hearing a whispered password at the painting of the Common Room, Harry tried to focus enough to decifer who was coming into the Room at this un-godly hour. Turning around in his chair, he squinted his eyes, and saw the face that could only be one person.
"Hermione?" he asked in a choked, sleepy voice.
She jumped, and looked at him like she was a deer caught in the headlights. "Harry!" she said, a little too quickly, "I -- I didn't see you there!"
Harry noticed that she had moved her hand behind her back, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to make them focus clearly. "What are you doing coming in so late, Mione?"
Harry definitely noticed the way that her eyes moved back and forth from the floor to the wall. She was pointedly not looking at him. "Uh, I was just in the library, that's all Harry. Look, it is rather late, and I need to go to bed."
Before she ran off to her room, Harry knew that he smelled something on her. Something that he had never smelled on Hermione before. It was the smell of a woman's arousal.
Trying to put those unpleasant thoughts about his best friend out of his head, Harry decided to go to the Infirmiry, and perhaps try to patch things up with Draco.
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After Dumbledore left the Infirmiry, Draco laid back on the bed, and tried to clear his head. Thoughts were flying around so fast that even if he tried to catch them, he probably wouldn't be able to. Thoughts about Harry, about his feelings for Harry, about his father and what his father would think of him, thoughts about what his father was doing with that Mudblood Granger, thoughts about what Dumbledore had told him. Oh, yes, thoughts about what Dumbledore had told him. Draco could grasp those right away.
His icy blue eyes narrowed as he realized that the Headmaster knew about Harry and him. He also realized that Dumbledore knew who had called out to Draco and Harry, just as they were about to experience the most blissful thing that two boys, no, men, could experience. Of course, the old fool hadn't told Draco any of this, but he had hinted at it, and Draco wasn't stupid.
Closing his eyes, he sighed lightly, and his mind turned to the thought of Hermione and his father. Disgusting. However, if his father was fucking the Mudblood, then Draco would have leverage. Leverage enough to even tell his father about his desire to have a go at Harry.
Ah, Harry. The blond sighed again, but this time, his sigh was one of desire, rather than disgust and mild annoyance. Thinking of the dark-haired, emerald-eyed boy, Draco got chills. Slipping his hand slowly down his chest, he thought of those gorgeous, full lips, leaning in towards him. He thought of the light hand on his cheek as their lips almost touched. His hand slid into his pants, and he slowly ran one finger over the head of his manhood.
A small moan escaped Draco as he imagined Harry watching him; Harry touching him. His hand began to stroke, lightly at first, then harder, and faster. Every few seconds, his hips would lift of their own accord, and he felt close. So close.
The sound of a male clearing his throat brought Draco to sit up straight, pulling his hand quickly out of his pants. When he saw Harry, his hand went back down to his crotch. Something in the boy's eyes made him want to finish. He wanted Harry to see him in ecstasy. Moving his hand faster than ever, he maintained eye contact with Harry. He could tell the effect he was having. Harry's eyes were glazing, and he was breathing harder. His hand had strayed to his own crotch. Draco moved himself faster still, and with a long groan all the heat and energy came blasting out of him. Harry, too, released, at the same moment, and although they were solo, they felt more connected than ever.
Draco felt a blush come to his face as Harry walked away, without saying a word. He didn't know how he was going to be able to face Harry, or anyone else for that matter, in the morning.
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Chapter 6 -- Oh The Angst
Harry sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was quite late for him to be awake, but he hadn't been able to sleep for very long. He kept thinking about the arguement with Ron. Why does he have to be so ... so homophobic? Harry thought angrily as he sat glaring into the fire.
He didn't know how long he sat there, thinking about Ron, before his thoughts lazily drifted to Draco Malfoy. Harry knew that Draco was still in the Infirmiry, recovering from his little run-in with the "wall." Harry couldn't help but smile at the thought of Draco's purely cut face staring at him in shock after being punched. It had been a priceless moment. Of course, it would have been better if they had been able to kiss first ...
With the thought of Draco in his head, Harry began to drift in and out of conciousness.
Hearing a whispered password at the painting of the Common Room, Harry tried to focus enough to decifer who was coming into the Room at this un-godly hour. Turning around in his chair, he squinted his eyes, and saw the face that could only be one person.
"Hermione?" he asked in a choked, sleepy voice.
She jumped, and looked at him like she was a deer caught in the headlights. "Harry!" she said, a little too quickly, "I -- I didn't see you there!"
Harry noticed that she had moved her hand behind her back, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to make them focus clearly. "What are you doing coming in so late, Mione?"
Harry definitely noticed the way that her eyes moved back and forth from the floor to the wall. She was pointedly not looking at him. "Uh, I was just in the library, that's all Harry. Look, it is rather late, and I need to go to bed."
Before she ran off to her room, Harry knew that he smelled something on her. Something that he had never smelled on Hermione before. It was the smell of a woman's arousal.
Trying to put those unpleasant thoughts about his best friend out of his head, Harry decided to go to the Infirmiry, and perhaps try to patch things up with Draco.
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After Dumbledore left the Infirmiry, Draco laid back on the bed, and tried to clear his head. Thoughts were flying around so fast that even if he tried to catch them, he probably wouldn't be able to. Thoughts about Harry, about his feelings for Harry, about his father and what his father would think of him, thoughts about what his father was doing with that Mudblood Granger, thoughts about what Dumbledore had told him. Oh, yes, thoughts about what Dumbledore had told him. Draco could grasp those right away.
His icy blue eyes narrowed as he realized that the Headmaster knew about Harry and him. He also realized that Dumbledore knew who had called out to Draco and Harry, just as they were about to experience the most blissful thing that two boys, no, men, could experience. Of course, the old fool hadn't told Draco any of this, but he had hinted at it, and Draco wasn't stupid.
Closing his eyes, he sighed lightly, and his mind turned to the thought of Hermione and his father. Disgusting. However, if his father was fucking the Mudblood, then Draco would have leverage. Leverage enough to even tell his father about his desire to have a go at Harry.
Ah, Harry. The blond sighed again, but this time, his sigh was one of desire, rather than disgust and mild annoyance. Thinking of the dark-haired, emerald-eyed boy, Draco got chills. Slipping his hand slowly down his chest, he thought of those gorgeous, full lips, leaning in towards him. He thought of the light hand on his cheek as their lips almost touched. His hand slid into his pants, and he slowly ran one finger over the head of his manhood.
A small moan escaped Draco as he imagined Harry watching him; Harry touching him. His hand began to stroke, lightly at first, then harder, and faster. Every few seconds, his hips would lift of their own accord, and he felt close. So close.
The sound of a male clearing his throat brought Draco to sit up straight, pulling his hand quickly out of his pants. When he saw Harry, his hand went back down to his crotch. Something in the boy's eyes made him want to finish. He wanted Harry to see him in ecstasy. Moving his hand faster than ever, he maintained eye contact with Harry. He could tell the effect he was having. Harry's eyes were glazing, and he was breathing harder. His hand had strayed to his own crotch. Draco moved himself faster still, and with a long groan all the heat and energy came blasting out of him. Harry, too, released, at the same moment, and although they were solo, they felt more connected than ever.
Draco felt a blush come to his face as Harry walked away, without saying a word. He didn't know how he was going to be able to face Harry, or anyone else for that matter, in the morning.