Title: Kiss Me!
Author: Tine
Summary: Heh heh... much awaited chapter.
Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Rating: R
Yes, here it is. The stuff you've all been waiting for. The ACTUAL slash. This may be a slightly higher rating than Restricted, but you don't care, do you? This is totally dedicated to Sarah, who asked me to dedicate it to her. I promise to dedicate my first novel (yeah right - it's fun to dream) to you, Sweetie!
***ENJOY!***
"Madam Pomfrey...." Harry whined. He limped into the Infirmary to find Draco sitting on one of the many vacant beds with a thermometer in his mouth. He raised one eyebrow at Draco (something he'd become very good at in the past few weeks) and smirked.
"Don't you say a thing, Potter," Draco said in a tone somewhat close to what he might have used two months before. Harry grinned.
"In pain, my little Dragon?" Harry asked sweetly. He stepped forward and kissed Draco shortly on the lips, which was quite a feat considering the thermometer was still between his lips. "Why - may I ask - do you have that in your mouth? I'm certain the pain you're feeling has very little to do with that part of your body. Although, I could be wrong. My kisses, after all -"
"It's just standard procedure," Draco interrupted, irritation littering his features. "Pomfrey insists. And anyway, I'm not here for the reasons you think I am."
"Oh really? Why are you here?" Draco had no response to this - a first. Harry smiled again. "I understand. Maybe I can... fix it..." Harry muttered, and one of his very active hands travelled well below Draco's belt. Draco blushed and looked at something over Harry's shoulder.
"I'm quite sure this is not the sort of cure Mr Malfoy needs for his pains..." came Pomfrey's voice from behind Harry. Harry went crimson and pulled his hand away hastily. "Although I'm sure he appreciates the gesture, Mr Potter."
"Ah - no, I somehow doubt that as well. I was just..."
"That's quite all right. I'm positive you had your reasons." It was remarkable how the woman could keep her face straight when she'd only moments before found two of her patients in an extremely awkward (and rather hilarious) situation. "Did you need something, Mr Potter?"
"Er... no. I just came around to see Draco here."
"What a noble thing to do. If you would excuse me, I need to get closer to Mr Malfoy. I promise not to do to him anything nearly as inappropriate as you've done." Harry blushed again and sat down very carefully in a nearby chair. "I suggest you explain to me how you may have gotten these pains, Mr Malfoy..."
"Oh... no. It's neither necassary nor important. Take my word for it. You don't want to know, Madam."
"Well if I'm to help you, I'll need to know what caused it."
"Oh, well I could explain if you like, Madam Pomfrey," Harry offered, with an unbelievable smirk. "Quite simple really."
"No Harry, you don't have to do that," Draco muttered abruptly.
"No, I insist. Draco and I were walking to Potions together, and -"
"No! It's okay -"
"And Draco simply refused to watch where he was going, and walked straight into Professor Snape's desk. One of the corners... you know how it goes." Draco stared at Harry, confused for a moment.
"Of course. I've always been a supporter of round desks. So much more knowledgable if you ask me," Pomfrey admitted, while searching her cupboards for something. Draco looked extensively relieved, and shared a knowing look with Harry.
Harry smiled as he remembered.
-Flashback-
"Longbottom, why must you destroy everything I own? That is my second desk this term." Snape's voice was surprisingly calm for the situation. Unfortunately, this only made Neville even more nervous. His hands were shaking so violently, he soon found Ron and Hermione's cauldron was spilling liquid to the ground, where it began to eat through the stone floor.
During the commotion - the potion had begun to spread, putting holes in shoes, desks, cauldrons and even people - Harry grabbed Draco swiftly by the hand and led him into Snape's private chambers (which adjoined the classroom). The split second in which the door closed, their hands were all over each other. They explored unspeakable places.
Of course, in this chapter, those places will not be unspeakable. Just so long as her lovely readers do not rat on the author.
"Do you think this is a good idea? What if Snape comes back?" Draco gasped out.
"He has another class, and then dinner to go to. He probably won't come in here before dinner. We'll be all right," Harry panted. His lips found Draco's throat. He could wait no longer.
Harry quickly pushed everything off of Snape's coffee table. Unfortunately, when Draco's back hit the hard surface, they both realized how uncomfortable this would be (not to mention the table broke in half).
So they settled themselves on the rug. Which turned out to give him rug burns, the moment Harry's bare back made contact with Snape's fluffy green and silver carpet (and also made Harry feel uncomfortable about having sex on Slytherin colours).
The two sixteen year olds felt odd about doing anything in Snape's shower, and so they turned the water off hastily and used their professor's towels to cover up.
Snape's leather couch made unpleasant squeaking sounds when Draco and Harry moved together on it, and so it went that they should make love on Professor Snape's bed. But you don't need to know those details.
-End Flashback-
Just kidding.
-Continued Flashback-
Harry looked up at Draco and said, "How do you want me?"
"I just want you, Harry." Their lips met in a romantic kiss, that quickly turned rough. "I lo -"
"Shut up and shag me." Harry cut Draco off as he began to brush his naked self against Draco. They groaned and sighed together, their sounds of pleasure mingling together like sweet music. Draco was so aroused, he thought he might just burst. Part of him wished it was all over (and it had barely began) because the feeling was so overwhelming. But most of him just wanted Harry.
"Do you want to be inside me?" Harry asked, as soon as he felt Draco had had enough. Draco stared at Harry.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course. I want you inside me."
He didn't need much more invitation that that. Draco grinned and stood up. He wasn't quite sure what to do. "Okay... so, I just put my -" Harry knelt in front of him on the bed in reply. Draco fell silent for a moment, then asked the question that was bothering him. "Won't it hurt?"
"I'm surprised you don't know..."
"I've never done this with a guy before." Harry looked behind him, a flash of jealousy on his face, and Draco smiled. "Fine. I've never done it with *anyone* before. But I do know what to do with a girl. Guys are slightly different. Do you know what to do?"
"Yeah. I only know because I asked Seamus. He's the sexaholic Gryffindor and I knew he'd know. He said you have to use your fingers first. You put one in, then two, then... you get it. It also helps to use a lubricating charm, which I do know."
"You've been practicing a lubricating charm?"
"Well, I wanted to be prepared." Harry mumbled an incoherent spell while pointing his wand at himself. Draco could tell there was a difference.
Harry thought there would be hesitation, but there was none. Rather than use his fingers, Draco inserted himself into Harry, slowly and deliberately. Harry shut his eyes tight. This went on for some time.
They pulled the covers over themselves after a while, and Draco just kept himself inside Harry. There was no climaxing. Being inside someone, and having someone inside you was enough. They didn't need the fireworks yet. That would come soon.
The two certainly did enjoy the time they shared together. The intimacy went further than simple sex, as it wasn't even about the sex. They held each other for what seemed like milleniums of time, and whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears.
And when the keys jangled in the lock of the door some time later, the two couldn't move for panic. Actually, it might have been something not quite akin to panic.
-End Flashback... For Real-
Madam Pomfrey handed Draco a bottle. "Here's an ointment for yourself. And I suggest you refrain from bumping into desks." She gave Draco and Harry a pointed stare each, and then stepped away from them to give Draco room to stand up. Draco slid off the bed and smiled beautifully at Harry. Maybe he was thinking about pleasant memories as well...
"See you later," Draco said, only to his boyfriend.
"Yeah. Bye." Harry watched Draco leave the Hospital Wing, a smile etched on his visage. Madam Pomfrey looked at him in question.
"Something you need?" she asked.
"Yes... I have this pain."
***END***
Egads! That was absolutely horrid! Please forgive me, everyone. I cannot believe the inadequacy in which I wrote that. *Shudder* Please don't flame my ass. At least there's slash. :D
Thanks to: Caz Malfoy, IrishMunkeDracoMalfoy, Sweet Sorrow (well... Snape sort of walks in...), bakachan17, LadyDeath, Analia (pressure, what pressure?), Ceez, liz, Siderius Cimmerii (very addicting, isn't it?), Aku.Kitsune, M69, Aoi Me, Miss Charlet.
JK Rowling would seriously *hate* me. I don't own Harry Potter, and be thankful that I don't.
And now... let's all celebrate that the trailer for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is finally out. And DAMN is it ever good!
Tine
Author: Tine
Summary: Heh heh... much awaited chapter.
Pairing: Draco/Harry.
Rating: R
Yes, here it is. The stuff you've all been waiting for. The ACTUAL slash. This may be a slightly higher rating than Restricted, but you don't care, do you? This is totally dedicated to Sarah, who asked me to dedicate it to her. I promise to dedicate my first novel (yeah right - it's fun to dream) to you, Sweetie!
***ENJOY!***
"Madam Pomfrey...." Harry whined. He limped into the Infirmary to find Draco sitting on one of the many vacant beds with a thermometer in his mouth. He raised one eyebrow at Draco (something he'd become very good at in the past few weeks) and smirked.
"Don't you say a thing, Potter," Draco said in a tone somewhat close to what he might have used two months before. Harry grinned.
"In pain, my little Dragon?" Harry asked sweetly. He stepped forward and kissed Draco shortly on the lips, which was quite a feat considering the thermometer was still between his lips. "Why - may I ask - do you have that in your mouth? I'm certain the pain you're feeling has very little to do with that part of your body. Although, I could be wrong. My kisses, after all -"
"It's just standard procedure," Draco interrupted, irritation littering his features. "Pomfrey insists. And anyway, I'm not here for the reasons you think I am."
"Oh really? Why are you here?" Draco had no response to this - a first. Harry smiled again. "I understand. Maybe I can... fix it..." Harry muttered, and one of his very active hands travelled well below Draco's belt. Draco blushed and looked at something over Harry's shoulder.
"I'm quite sure this is not the sort of cure Mr Malfoy needs for his pains..." came Pomfrey's voice from behind Harry. Harry went crimson and pulled his hand away hastily. "Although I'm sure he appreciates the gesture, Mr Potter."
"Ah - no, I somehow doubt that as well. I was just..."
"That's quite all right. I'm positive you had your reasons." It was remarkable how the woman could keep her face straight when she'd only moments before found two of her patients in an extremely awkward (and rather hilarious) situation. "Did you need something, Mr Potter?"
"Er... no. I just came around to see Draco here."
"What a noble thing to do. If you would excuse me, I need to get closer to Mr Malfoy. I promise not to do to him anything nearly as inappropriate as you've done." Harry blushed again and sat down very carefully in a nearby chair. "I suggest you explain to me how you may have gotten these pains, Mr Malfoy..."
"Oh... no. It's neither necassary nor important. Take my word for it. You don't want to know, Madam."
"Well if I'm to help you, I'll need to know what caused it."
"Oh, well I could explain if you like, Madam Pomfrey," Harry offered, with an unbelievable smirk. "Quite simple really."
"No Harry, you don't have to do that," Draco muttered abruptly.
"No, I insist. Draco and I were walking to Potions together, and -"
"No! It's okay -"
"And Draco simply refused to watch where he was going, and walked straight into Professor Snape's desk. One of the corners... you know how it goes." Draco stared at Harry, confused for a moment.
"Of course. I've always been a supporter of round desks. So much more knowledgable if you ask me," Pomfrey admitted, while searching her cupboards for something. Draco looked extensively relieved, and shared a knowing look with Harry.
Harry smiled as he remembered.
-Flashback-
"Longbottom, why must you destroy everything I own? That is my second desk this term." Snape's voice was surprisingly calm for the situation. Unfortunately, this only made Neville even more nervous. His hands were shaking so violently, he soon found Ron and Hermione's cauldron was spilling liquid to the ground, where it began to eat through the stone floor.
During the commotion - the potion had begun to spread, putting holes in shoes, desks, cauldrons and even people - Harry grabbed Draco swiftly by the hand and led him into Snape's private chambers (which adjoined the classroom). The split second in which the door closed, their hands were all over each other. They explored unspeakable places.
Of course, in this chapter, those places will not be unspeakable. Just so long as her lovely readers do not rat on the author.
"Do you think this is a good idea? What if Snape comes back?" Draco gasped out.
"He has another class, and then dinner to go to. He probably won't come in here before dinner. We'll be all right," Harry panted. His lips found Draco's throat. He could wait no longer.
Harry quickly pushed everything off of Snape's coffee table. Unfortunately, when Draco's back hit the hard surface, they both realized how uncomfortable this would be (not to mention the table broke in half).
So they settled themselves on the rug. Which turned out to give him rug burns, the moment Harry's bare back made contact with Snape's fluffy green and silver carpet (and also made Harry feel uncomfortable about having sex on Slytherin colours).
The two sixteen year olds felt odd about doing anything in Snape's shower, and so they turned the water off hastily and used their professor's towels to cover up.
Snape's leather couch made unpleasant squeaking sounds when Draco and Harry moved together on it, and so it went that they should make love on Professor Snape's bed. But you don't need to know those details.
-End Flashback-
Just kidding.
-Continued Flashback-
Harry looked up at Draco and said, "How do you want me?"
"I just want you, Harry." Their lips met in a romantic kiss, that quickly turned rough. "I lo -"
"Shut up and shag me." Harry cut Draco off as he began to brush his naked self against Draco. They groaned and sighed together, their sounds of pleasure mingling together like sweet music. Draco was so aroused, he thought he might just burst. Part of him wished it was all over (and it had barely began) because the feeling was so overwhelming. But most of him just wanted Harry.
"Do you want to be inside me?" Harry asked, as soon as he felt Draco had had enough. Draco stared at Harry.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course. I want you inside me."
He didn't need much more invitation that that. Draco grinned and stood up. He wasn't quite sure what to do. "Okay... so, I just put my -" Harry knelt in front of him on the bed in reply. Draco fell silent for a moment, then asked the question that was bothering him. "Won't it hurt?"
"I'm surprised you don't know..."
"I've never done this with a guy before." Harry looked behind him, a flash of jealousy on his face, and Draco smiled. "Fine. I've never done it with *anyone* before. But I do know what to do with a girl. Guys are slightly different. Do you know what to do?"
"Yeah. I only know because I asked Seamus. He's the sexaholic Gryffindor and I knew he'd know. He said you have to use your fingers first. You put one in, then two, then... you get it. It also helps to use a lubricating charm, which I do know."
"You've been practicing a lubricating charm?"
"Well, I wanted to be prepared." Harry mumbled an incoherent spell while pointing his wand at himself. Draco could tell there was a difference.
Harry thought there would be hesitation, but there was none. Rather than use his fingers, Draco inserted himself into Harry, slowly and deliberately. Harry shut his eyes tight. This went on for some time.
They pulled the covers over themselves after a while, and Draco just kept himself inside Harry. There was no climaxing. Being inside someone, and having someone inside you was enough. They didn't need the fireworks yet. That would come soon.
The two certainly did enjoy the time they shared together. The intimacy went further than simple sex, as it wasn't even about the sex. They held each other for what seemed like milleniums of time, and whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears.
And when the keys jangled in the lock of the door some time later, the two couldn't move for panic. Actually, it might have been something not quite akin to panic.
-End Flashback... For Real-
Madam Pomfrey handed Draco a bottle. "Here's an ointment for yourself. And I suggest you refrain from bumping into desks." She gave Draco and Harry a pointed stare each, and then stepped away from them to give Draco room to stand up. Draco slid off the bed and smiled beautifully at Harry. Maybe he was thinking about pleasant memories as well...
"See you later," Draco said, only to his boyfriend.
"Yeah. Bye." Harry watched Draco leave the Hospital Wing, a smile etched on his visage. Madam Pomfrey looked at him in question.
"Something you need?" she asked.
"Yes... I have this pain."
***END***
Egads! That was absolutely horrid! Please forgive me, everyone. I cannot believe the inadequacy in which I wrote that. *Shudder* Please don't flame my ass. At least there's slash. :D
Thanks to: Caz Malfoy, IrishMunkeDracoMalfoy, Sweet Sorrow (well... Snape sort of walks in...), bakachan17, LadyDeath, Analia (pressure, what pressure?), Ceez, liz, Siderius Cimmerii (very addicting, isn't it?), Aku.Kitsune, M69, Aoi Me, Miss Charlet.
JK Rowling would seriously *hate* me. I don't own Harry Potter, and be thankful that I don't.
And now... let's all celebrate that the trailer for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is finally out. And DAMN is it ever good!
Tine