A/N: Wow, this was a really long wait. I'm truly sorry. Okay, so now we
have the boys having some.fun. Not for small children. This version is
edited, so if you want to read the fully version go to
www.adultfanfiction.net and check it out there. My pen name there is
bookworm. Now, onto smut
Draco slid his hands under Harry's shirt, mimicking Harry's own actions. He tweaked a nipple, eliciting a rather loud groan from the other boy. Harry's lips refused to stay in one place, and at the moment were working their way down Draco's neck, working in tandem with his teeth to make Draco writhe. Harry pushed Draco off of him slightly so they could make a slow path to the bed. Here, Harry practically shoved Draco onto the four- poster, straddling him as they both fell onto the green coverlet. Draco vaguely remembered Number 4, Privet Drive, and the feeling of Harry under him as they lay, like this, on the lawn. But now, everything was so much sharper, the slices of pleasure almost painful.
The thought of Privet Drive brought something back to Draco, something he needed to tell Harry. Voldemort. The Plan, Harry's part, and Draco's part. He had to tell Harry, warn him because now Draco was in lo-fuck, one thing at a time.
"Harry," Draco gasped. "Harry, please, oh god, wait, just for a second."
"Mmm, why?" Harry asked as he licked up the side of Draco's neck.
"Because, fucking bloody hell," Draco's thoughts were rapidly flying out of his head as Harry kissed his way down Draco's chest. "V-voldemort!"
"What," Harry said quizzically, leaning back just a bit from the pale chest he seemed to absorbed with.
"I have to tell you about the plan. Harry, Harry I lied!"
"About what."
"Almost everything. Narcissa is working with the Dark Lord! They were using me as a ploy to get to you. I had two weeks to win your trust and find the prophecy. Then He would come and use it, and you, for his plan!" Draco blurted out, barly breathing as he said it.
"You what, WHY Draco, why! This whole time? It's been for Voldemort?" He screamed, Draco flinching at the use of Voldemort's name.
"He said he would kill me. And that's why I'm telling you now! So you know, so you can save yourself!" Draco said, near to tears.
"You fucking bastard, why didn't you finish this, sleep with me, fuck me, gain my trust, have everything I am? Because that's what I was willing to give you just now, me. Why didn't you take it, Draco? Is this another part of the plan?" Harry was crying now, and his nails were digging into Draco's shoulders, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
"Because! That's why, because, fuck, because I don't want to anymore. I can't do it, Harry. I couldn't lie here, with you, knowing what I was really doing. That is why I told you, damnit, because I feel something too, okay?" He was crying too, and he almost relished the pain Harry's nails were causing him. It gave him something to focus on, other than his heart.
Harry lowered his head until it rested on Draco's forehead. He was muttering something so softly Draco couldn't hear it at first. Harry was alternating between why, I love you and fuck. Draco sighed, then growled a bit.
"Now, my dear boy, let me make it up to you," he said as he rolled over so he was on top.
Draco rained kisses over Harry's face, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach that was not the other boy's lips. He softly bit at Harry's ears, licked in the little hollow of Harry's collar bone. Draco felt the need to taste every bit of this boy. This stupid, stubborn, scarred, wonky-haired boy, who fought for righteous causes and had somehow stolen his heart. Draco thought this rather unrighteous, but that was just his opinion.
"Draco, please," Harry's voice came out as little more than a whisper of need.
Finally Draco let his lips touch Harry's. It was as if they had started over again, after having barely begun. They devoured each other, each trying to tell the other how sorry they were for whatever they had done. Tongues gently sparred, making messy swipes over swollen lips. Slowly each boy made sure the other was losing clothing. The shirts were the first to go, then Harry's pants.
Then they reached a problem. Draco's pants were stuck. The leather seemed to have melded to his body, refusing to release him. Draco had been sweating so much that the pants were making a funny creaking, swishing sound when he moved. Harry was giggling madly and Draco glared at him.
"I am not amused, Potter!"
"Perhaps, next time, you shouldn't buy you pants so tight. I mean honestly, they must pinch something awful!" He said, between sniggers.
"Oh shove it, do you want me naked or not!" From the leer on Harry's face, Draco had his answer. "Then help me, god damn it!"
The boys struggled with Draco's pants, slowly peeling them back. Finally Draco was freed; he breathed a sigh of relief. This sigh was quickly sucked back in as a gasp when something rather warm and wet was swirling around near his cock.
Harry had taken Draco's momentary distraction to pull aside his boxers and begin enthusiastically sucking on Draco's prick. All thoughts were systematically driven from Draco's brain with each swipe of Harry's rather accomplished tongue. The next several minutes were a complete swirl of activity that neither Draco's nor Harry's brains could truly comprehend.
When everything finally stopped spinning, Harry slowly drew out, eliciting a weak groan from Draco. They both settled down comfortably in each other's arms, falling asleep almost instantly, finally content in each other.
A/N: Well now the boys have finally gotten together, oh rapture. Not really sure where this is going to go.so dunno when the next part will arrive. I love you all.
Draco slid his hands under Harry's shirt, mimicking Harry's own actions. He tweaked a nipple, eliciting a rather loud groan from the other boy. Harry's lips refused to stay in one place, and at the moment were working their way down Draco's neck, working in tandem with his teeth to make Draco writhe. Harry pushed Draco off of him slightly so they could make a slow path to the bed. Here, Harry practically shoved Draco onto the four- poster, straddling him as they both fell onto the green coverlet. Draco vaguely remembered Number 4, Privet Drive, and the feeling of Harry under him as they lay, like this, on the lawn. But now, everything was so much sharper, the slices of pleasure almost painful.
The thought of Privet Drive brought something back to Draco, something he needed to tell Harry. Voldemort. The Plan, Harry's part, and Draco's part. He had to tell Harry, warn him because now Draco was in lo-fuck, one thing at a time.
"Harry," Draco gasped. "Harry, please, oh god, wait, just for a second."
"Mmm, why?" Harry asked as he licked up the side of Draco's neck.
"Because, fucking bloody hell," Draco's thoughts were rapidly flying out of his head as Harry kissed his way down Draco's chest. "V-voldemort!"
"What," Harry said quizzically, leaning back just a bit from the pale chest he seemed to absorbed with.
"I have to tell you about the plan. Harry, Harry I lied!"
"About what."
"Almost everything. Narcissa is working with the Dark Lord! They were using me as a ploy to get to you. I had two weeks to win your trust and find the prophecy. Then He would come and use it, and you, for his plan!" Draco blurted out, barly breathing as he said it.
"You what, WHY Draco, why! This whole time? It's been for Voldemort?" He screamed, Draco flinching at the use of Voldemort's name.
"He said he would kill me. And that's why I'm telling you now! So you know, so you can save yourself!" Draco said, near to tears.
"You fucking bastard, why didn't you finish this, sleep with me, fuck me, gain my trust, have everything I am? Because that's what I was willing to give you just now, me. Why didn't you take it, Draco? Is this another part of the plan?" Harry was crying now, and his nails were digging into Draco's shoulders, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
"Because! That's why, because, fuck, because I don't want to anymore. I can't do it, Harry. I couldn't lie here, with you, knowing what I was really doing. That is why I told you, damnit, because I feel something too, okay?" He was crying too, and he almost relished the pain Harry's nails were causing him. It gave him something to focus on, other than his heart.
Harry lowered his head until it rested on Draco's forehead. He was muttering something so softly Draco couldn't hear it at first. Harry was alternating between why, I love you and fuck. Draco sighed, then growled a bit.
"Now, my dear boy, let me make it up to you," he said as he rolled over so he was on top.
Draco rained kisses over Harry's face, neck, chest, anywhere he could reach that was not the other boy's lips. He softly bit at Harry's ears, licked in the little hollow of Harry's collar bone. Draco felt the need to taste every bit of this boy. This stupid, stubborn, scarred, wonky-haired boy, who fought for righteous causes and had somehow stolen his heart. Draco thought this rather unrighteous, but that was just his opinion.
"Draco, please," Harry's voice came out as little more than a whisper of need.
Finally Draco let his lips touch Harry's. It was as if they had started over again, after having barely begun. They devoured each other, each trying to tell the other how sorry they were for whatever they had done. Tongues gently sparred, making messy swipes over swollen lips. Slowly each boy made sure the other was losing clothing. The shirts were the first to go, then Harry's pants.
Then they reached a problem. Draco's pants were stuck. The leather seemed to have melded to his body, refusing to release him. Draco had been sweating so much that the pants were making a funny creaking, swishing sound when he moved. Harry was giggling madly and Draco glared at him.
"I am not amused, Potter!"
"Perhaps, next time, you shouldn't buy you pants so tight. I mean honestly, they must pinch something awful!" He said, between sniggers.
"Oh shove it, do you want me naked or not!" From the leer on Harry's face, Draco had his answer. "Then help me, god damn it!"
The boys struggled with Draco's pants, slowly peeling them back. Finally Draco was freed; he breathed a sigh of relief. This sigh was quickly sucked back in as a gasp when something rather warm and wet was swirling around near his cock.
Harry had taken Draco's momentary distraction to pull aside his boxers and begin enthusiastically sucking on Draco's prick. All thoughts were systematically driven from Draco's brain with each swipe of Harry's rather accomplished tongue. The next several minutes were a complete swirl of activity that neither Draco's nor Harry's brains could truly comprehend.
When everything finally stopped spinning, Harry slowly drew out, eliciting a weak groan from Draco. They both settled down comfortably in each other's arms, falling asleep almost instantly, finally content in each other.
A/N: Well now the boys have finally gotten together, oh rapture. Not really sure where this is going to go.so dunno when the next part will arrive. I love you all.
