Title: Kiss Me.
Author: Tine.
Summary: Blah blah blah, if you're hear then you know it.
Pairing: Harry/Draco.
Rating: R.
You're all so wonderful:) I love you so much. Please continue to review, as it makes me unbelievably happy. I did get a suggestion for a story, but I will be unable to write it. Someone requested that either Sirius or Lucius find out about Harry and Draco's "relationship". [*SPOILER FOR OOTP AHEAD*] I cannot possibly manage this, as Sirius is dead, and Lucius is in Azkaban. Very sorry... hope this chapter is satsifactory anyhow. It's dedicated to LadyDeath, who heard this story first. :D
***ENJOY***
"I paid them ten galleons... how much did you pay?"
"TEN? They made me pay twenty."
"That's because you're a pervert, Zabini."
"Very rich coming from someone who paid a gay couple to make out in front of him."
"Well, you don't see me wanking off because of it. And they're not a *gay couple.*"
"Are you suggesting that -"
"Ron! Let's go THIS way." Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's arm and steered him away from what would have become a fist fight if she hadn't intervened.
"Hermione, why must you always treat me like I'm whipped?"
"Let's think your words over, Ron. Why do I treat you like you're whipped?" Ron started to respond, when Harry walked out of a closet a little down the hallway from them.
"Because he is?" Harry offered. Ron and Hermione stopped in front of their friend, and neither of them even had to ask the question.
"Draco and I wanted a little private time," Harry explained, jerking his head in the direction of the closet. The three went into the entrance hall and exited the castle, jogging down the front steps to make their way to the lake. This was done in silence.
"Harry..." Ron began, interrupting the uncomfortable quiet. "Can I ask you something?"
"Depends on the question," Harry replied, raising a hand to block the sun from his eyes.
"Well -" Ron was unsure if his inquiry would be suitable in Harry's eyes, but he went for it. "Exactly what is this thing with Malfoy all about?" He looked curiously at his best friend. Harry stopped abruptly, and Ron a Hermione stopped as well, as to stay with him.
"That is precisely the question I knew you'd ask. It is also the question I am not going to answer. Not directly, anyway." He sighed deeply and shoved his hands into his pockets, and turned away from them slightly. "Draco and I are dating, and I just don't feel like answering any stupid questions about our relationship. We're happy. And if that's not enough for the rest of the school... well, we honestly don't need their consent."
"Oh Harry, it doesn't matter to me in the least that you're dating Malfoy," Hermione said. "In fact, I think it's the most wonderful thing to happen to Hogwarts in a long time."
Harry smiled softly at her. "Thanks, Mione." Ron had an odd look on his face, but after a moment his face softened as well.
"I'm sorry, mate. I don't really mind, per se. I guess I *kind* of like it, too. It's just - once in a while, I remember who it is, and it just makes me wonder why it's him."
"I understand, Ron..." Harry said. "I wonder that myself sometimes."
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"Here. Seven galleons and two sickles. You know what we want you to do." The girls smiled practically identical grins and settled into the couch behind them.
Harry pushed Draco lightly into the conveniently accessible chair in the Gryffindor common room, and climbed into his boyfriend's lap. He began to rock his hips swiftly against Draco's. Then it started. What Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had paid for.
"You make me hot." It came from Harry. He was speaking in a low, husky voice. He was staring straight into Draco's slightly narrowed eyes. "If it weren't for these ladies right here, I'd strip you naked..." He paused, letting the words hang in the air, and Parvarti sat forward intently, while Lavender leaned back. "I'd strip you... and I'd suck you off." He drew out the 's' nice and long, making it sound snake-like. "Long and hard. Would you like to hear how I'd go about doing this?"
Three heads nodded eagerly.
"First I'd take your shirt off. Kiss my way down your beautiful chest. Then I'd slowly, tantalizingly pull your trousers down to your ankles. Kneel before you, take your length in my mouth. Do you know what it feels like to have my mouth around you?"
Three whimpers. All curious.
"Feels like I'm complete. Whole." Harry's words reverberated around the silent room.
"Do you know why I feel like this?" Various chrouses of inquiry. "Because you make me hot."
Draco stared intently at Harry, feeling himself growing hard. He smirked at Harry and grabbed his hand.
"Alone. Now."
***
Hee hee. I love writing this story. It's only for you people, by the way. I wasn't even planning on writing a second chapter, let alone a full fanfic of various ficletts. Please.... do enjoy them.
Once again, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Too bad... Harry's really hot.
Sincerest thanks go to everyone whgo reviewed this. I'll reply to your reviews next chapter.
Next time: I have no idea... more ideas, PLEASE!
You're all so wonderful:) I love you so much. Please continue to review, as it makes me unbelievably happy. I did get a suggestion for a story, but I will be unable to write it. Someone requested that either Sirius or Lucius find out about Harry and Draco's "relationship". [*SPOILER FOR OOTP AHEAD*] I cannot possibly manage this, as Sirius is dead, and Lucius is in Azkaban. Very sorry... hope this chapter is satsifactory anyhow. It's dedicated to LadyDeath, who heard this story first. :D
***ENJOY***
"I paid them ten galleons... how much did you pay?"
"TEN? They made me pay twenty."
"That's because you're a pervert, Zabini."
"Very rich coming from someone who paid a gay couple to make out in front of him."
"Well, you don't see me wanking off because of it. And they're not a *gay couple.*"
"Are you suggesting that -"
"Ron! Let's go THIS way." Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's arm and steered him away from what would have become a fist fight if she hadn't intervened.
"Hermione, why must you always treat me like I'm whipped?"
"Let's think your words over, Ron. Why do I treat you like you're whipped?" Ron started to respond, when Harry walked out of a closet a little down the hallway from them.
"Because he is?" Harry offered. Ron and Hermione stopped in front of their friend, and neither of them even had to ask the question.
"Draco and I wanted a little private time," Harry explained, jerking his head in the direction of the closet. The three went into the entrance hall and exited the castle, jogging down the front steps to make their way to the lake. This was done in silence.
"Harry..." Ron began, interrupting the uncomfortable quiet. "Can I ask you something?"
"Depends on the question," Harry replied, raising a hand to block the sun from his eyes.
"Well -" Ron was unsure if his inquiry would be suitable in Harry's eyes, but he went for it. "Exactly what is this thing with Malfoy all about?" He looked curiously at his best friend. Harry stopped abruptly, and Ron a Hermione stopped as well, as to stay with him.
"That is precisely the question I knew you'd ask. It is also the question I am not going to answer. Not directly, anyway." He sighed deeply and shoved his hands into his pockets, and turned away from them slightly. "Draco and I are dating, and I just don't feel like answering any stupid questions about our relationship. We're happy. And if that's not enough for the rest of the school... well, we honestly don't need their consent."
"Oh Harry, it doesn't matter to me in the least that you're dating Malfoy," Hermione said. "In fact, I think it's the most wonderful thing to happen to Hogwarts in a long time."
Harry smiled softly at her. "Thanks, Mione." Ron had an odd look on his face, but after a moment his face softened as well.
"I'm sorry, mate. I don't really mind, per se. I guess I *kind* of like it, too. It's just - once in a while, I remember who it is, and it just makes me wonder why it's him."
"I understand, Ron..." Harry said. "I wonder that myself sometimes."
---
"Here. Seven galleons and two sickles. You know what we want you to do." The girls smiled practically identical grins and settled into the couch behind them.
Harry pushed Draco lightly into the conveniently accessible chair in the Gryffindor common room, and climbed into his boyfriend's lap. He began to rock his hips swiftly against Draco's. Then it started. What Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had paid for.
"You make me hot." It came from Harry. He was speaking in a low, husky voice. He was staring straight into Draco's slightly narrowed eyes. "If it weren't for these ladies right here, I'd strip you naked..." He paused, letting the words hang in the air, and Parvarti sat forward intently, while Lavender leaned back. "I'd strip you... and I'd suck you off." He drew out the 's' nice and long, making it sound snake-like. "Long and hard. Would you like to hear how I'd go about doing this?"
Three heads nodded eagerly.
"First I'd take your shirt off. Kiss my way down your beautiful chest. Then I'd slowly, tantalizingly pull your trousers down to your ankles. Kneel before you, take your length in my mouth. Do you know what it feels like to have my mouth around you?"
Three whimpers. All curious.
"Feels like I'm complete. Whole." Harry's words reverberated around the silent room.
"Do you know why I feel like this?" Various chrouses of inquiry. "Because you make me hot."
Draco stared intently at Harry, feeling himself growing hard. He smirked at Harry and grabbed his hand.
"Alone. Now."
***
Hee hee. I love writing this story. It's only for you people, by the way. I wasn't even planning on writing a second chapter, let alone a full fanfic of various ficletts. Please.... do enjoy them.
Once again, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Too bad... Harry's really hot.
Sincerest thanks go to everyone whgo reviewed this. I'll reply to your reviews next chapter.
Next time: I have no idea... more ideas, PLEASE!