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It took Hermione an hour and a half to find Harry and Draco's hiding spot. The same corridor the couple had almost killed each other in, the same corridor in which she had betrayed her friends. Why she thought to search there she would never know, somehow she was compelled. She crept around the last corner into the corridor to come to a dead stop. The sight that met her eyes stunned her into paralysis. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. She thanked the heavens she had remembered to grab the invisibility cloak before she left to find the elusive couple.
There they were now though, no more hiding; entwined in each other's arms, clothing tossed aside. Sweat beaded on pale and tan skin alike, moans and hot breaths made themselves heard in the silence of the night. Hermione gasped but the sound wasn't heard through the thick air of passion surrounding the boys.
Harry sat on Draco's lap and slid himself slowly up and down the blonde's cock. With his eyes closed he whispered Draco's name over and over. Draco's hips moved up and down slightly with Harry's rhythm and he brought his hand up to touch Harry's cheek.
"Look at me Harry." Draco said through shallow breaths.
Harry opened his eyes to oblige his lover. Draco looked deep into Harry emerald pools and seemed to get lost in them.
"I love you." Draco whispered, more to himself than for Harry's acknowledgement.
"I love you." Harry said and stretched his head towards Draco to catch the blonde's lips in a soft kiss which broke and met again as Harry bobbed up and down on Draco's lap.
Draco smiled into the erratic kisses and brought his hand to Harry's soft member to gently massage the sensitive skin, smoothing his hand up and down the slick shaft. His fingers softly ghosted the underside of Harry's cock, up and down, then he fisted it and quickened his strokes. Harry's breath became quick and irregular and he sighed Draco's name.
"Gods Harry...so tight...feels...so good." Draco mumbled as he felt his climax creeping up on him.
Out of his peripheral vision Harry saw a figure appear out of nowhere a few feet away, but he ignored it and continued to slide himself up and down on Draco's shaft, lost in love and passion. The tip of Draco's cock brushed against Harry's prostate and he let out a sudden, loud moan. He could feel the edge, it was right there.
"Come with me Draco. Please, come with me." Harry babbled to his lover as he teetered on the edge.
Instead of his lover's reply Harry heard the soft words," absentis amor" spoken by a feminine voice. He opened his eyes questioningly, the tightening in his stomach threatening to overthrow his cares. He looked into Draco's grey eyes, which looked back in confusion.
"What..." Harry looked around him. What was he...? What was going on? Gods, who cared, he needed to get off. The pounding in his balls and through his cock demanded he let go. So he did. His cum spurted out onto his stomach and the bare stomach of the person entwined with him just as he felt a warmness inside him. He looked up to see his lover, and choked on a gasp.
"Malfoy!?" Harry yelled, eyes wide and startled. Then everything came rushing back to him, he had fallen in love with this arsehole. What was he thinking? What in the hell was going on? He pushed himself forcefully away from Draco who had a disgusted look on his pale face.
"What the bloody fuck are you playing at Potter? Pervert!" Draco stood and scrambled to find his clothing, jamming on his pants and shirt.
"What in the hell are you talking about? You confessed love for me you freak!" Harry screamed, his cheeks flaming in anger and embarrassment.
"I...I..well..." Draco sputtered furiously," So did you!"
Harry looked at a loss for words. Why had he told Draco he loved him? Why were they having sex? Something was seriously wrong.
"Just get the fuck away from me Malfoy!" Harry looked around for his clothing, trying to find something to cover his nudeness.
"Gladly," screamed Malfoy," And don't you dare tell a fucking soul about this! I don't know how you made this happen but if you tell anybody you fucked the Slytherin Sex God I swear to the gods I'll have you killed, slowly and painfully!"
"Like I'd WANT to tell anybody about this!" Harry looked sick, ready to hurl. His mind frantically searched to find out how this had happened in the first place.
"Fine!" Draco yelled and turned quickly to flee the hallway.
"Fine!" Harry screamed after him. Suddenly he remembered what he had seen while he and Draco were, well, while he was busy. A figure. He spun, looking around him. Nope, now that Draco was gone, he was alone. Not a soul in sight. What the fuck was going on? He was losing his mind. He ran from the hallway, attempting to pull his clothing on as he made his getaway.
Hermione stood against a wall under the invisibility cloak in shock. She had been sure they had seen her when she had raised her wand from under the cloak. She panted heavily, reliving the last few minutes in her mind, Draco and Harry, making love, in love. He'll never forgive her. Never. How could she have even hoped?
She thought she would be sick and quickly hurried to Gryffindor Tower and her own warm bed in which she collapsed. The memory of the two boys together seemed so surreal, so strange. But it happened, and it was her fault. It was fixed now though. Would Ron tell Harry what she had done? Will Harry still miss her if Ron does tell him? She just didn't know. And she hated not knowing, it made her feel so vulnerable.
It was one in the morning and her eyes began to droop. Blackness closed in on her thoughts as she fell into dreams and nightmares. She would see how things worked out tomorrow.
A/N Please review, hope you liked this chapter. I wasn't completely happy with it but I haven't seen my beta in a while so it hasn't been post-read. Oh well, tell me if you guys don't like it and what you don't like, or hey, if you like it, awesome!
It took Hermione an hour and a half to find Harry and Draco's hiding spot. The same corridor the couple had almost killed each other in, the same corridor in which she had betrayed her friends. Why she thought to search there she would never know, somehow she was compelled. She crept around the last corner into the corridor to come to a dead stop. The sight that met her eyes stunned her into paralysis. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. She thanked the heavens she had remembered to grab the invisibility cloak before she left to find the elusive couple.
There they were now though, no more hiding; entwined in each other's arms, clothing tossed aside. Sweat beaded on pale and tan skin alike, moans and hot breaths made themselves heard in the silence of the night. Hermione gasped but the sound wasn't heard through the thick air of passion surrounding the boys.
Harry sat on Draco's lap and slid himself slowly up and down the blonde's cock. With his eyes closed he whispered Draco's name over and over. Draco's hips moved up and down slightly with Harry's rhythm and he brought his hand up to touch Harry's cheek.
"Look at me Harry." Draco said through shallow breaths.
Harry opened his eyes to oblige his lover. Draco looked deep into Harry emerald pools and seemed to get lost in them.
"I love you." Draco whispered, more to himself than for Harry's acknowledgement.
"I love you." Harry said and stretched his head towards Draco to catch the blonde's lips in a soft kiss which broke and met again as Harry bobbed up and down on Draco's lap.
Draco smiled into the erratic kisses and brought his hand to Harry's soft member to gently massage the sensitive skin, smoothing his hand up and down the slick shaft. His fingers softly ghosted the underside of Harry's cock, up and down, then he fisted it and quickened his strokes. Harry's breath became quick and irregular and he sighed Draco's name.
"Gods Harry...so tight...feels...so good." Draco mumbled as he felt his climax creeping up on him.
Out of his peripheral vision Harry saw a figure appear out of nowhere a few feet away, but he ignored it and continued to slide himself up and down on Draco's shaft, lost in love and passion. The tip of Draco's cock brushed against Harry's prostate and he let out a sudden, loud moan. He could feel the edge, it was right there.
"Come with me Draco. Please, come with me." Harry babbled to his lover as he teetered on the edge.
Instead of his lover's reply Harry heard the soft words," absentis amor" spoken by a feminine voice. He opened his eyes questioningly, the tightening in his stomach threatening to overthrow his cares. He looked into Draco's grey eyes, which looked back in confusion.
"What..." Harry looked around him. What was he...? What was going on? Gods, who cared, he needed to get off. The pounding in his balls and through his cock demanded he let go. So he did. His cum spurted out onto his stomach and the bare stomach of the person entwined with him just as he felt a warmness inside him. He looked up to see his lover, and choked on a gasp.
"Malfoy!?" Harry yelled, eyes wide and startled. Then everything came rushing back to him, he had fallen in love with this arsehole. What was he thinking? What in the hell was going on? He pushed himself forcefully away from Draco who had a disgusted look on his pale face.
"What the bloody fuck are you playing at Potter? Pervert!" Draco stood and scrambled to find his clothing, jamming on his pants and shirt.
"What in the hell are you talking about? You confessed love for me you freak!" Harry screamed, his cheeks flaming in anger and embarrassment.
"I...I..well..." Draco sputtered furiously," So did you!"
Harry looked at a loss for words. Why had he told Draco he loved him? Why were they having sex? Something was seriously wrong.
"Just get the fuck away from me Malfoy!" Harry looked around for his clothing, trying to find something to cover his nudeness.
"Gladly," screamed Malfoy," And don't you dare tell a fucking soul about this! I don't know how you made this happen but if you tell anybody you fucked the Slytherin Sex God I swear to the gods I'll have you killed, slowly and painfully!"
"Like I'd WANT to tell anybody about this!" Harry looked sick, ready to hurl. His mind frantically searched to find out how this had happened in the first place.
"Fine!" Draco yelled and turned quickly to flee the hallway.
"Fine!" Harry screamed after him. Suddenly he remembered what he had seen while he and Draco were, well, while he was busy. A figure. He spun, looking around him. Nope, now that Draco was gone, he was alone. Not a soul in sight. What the fuck was going on? He was losing his mind. He ran from the hallway, attempting to pull his clothing on as he made his getaway.
Hermione stood against a wall under the invisibility cloak in shock. She had been sure they had seen her when she had raised her wand from under the cloak. She panted heavily, reliving the last few minutes in her mind, Draco and Harry, making love, in love. He'll never forgive her. Never. How could she have even hoped?
She thought she would be sick and quickly hurried to Gryffindor Tower and her own warm bed in which she collapsed. The memory of the two boys together seemed so surreal, so strange. But it happened, and it was her fault. It was fixed now though. Would Ron tell Harry what she had done? Will Harry still miss her if Ron does tell him? She just didn't know. And she hated not knowing, it made her feel so vulnerable.
It was one in the morning and her eyes began to droop. Blackness closed in on her thoughts as she fell into dreams and nightmares. She would see how things worked out tomorrow.
A/N Please review, hope you liked this chapter. I wasn't completely happy with it but I haven't seen my beta in a while so it hasn't been post-read. Oh well, tell me if you guys don't like it and what you don't like, or hey, if you like it, awesome!