Warning: If you don't get the hint, this is slash, with swearing, and general horny thoughts. If you haven't figured this out yet, please don't flame, just calmly go to a different story.
A/N: I got many positive responses, including a plea for me to write more. So I am. Anyone ready for another trip to Draco's mind?
Hiding
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"Draco!"
Startled, I look up. Harry's eyes have darkened to a deep emerald green laced with forest green shadows. Bloody hell. His fucking eyes are making me hard.
I think my expression amused him. I'm hoping that's why he's laughing. Because if it isn't, the Boy Who Lived will become the Boy Who Dared to Laugh at Draco and Died a Long and Horrible Death.
I think I like that title. Makes me feel so fucking heartless.
"Draco, calm down. I need to speak to you without grinding into your leg."
Who gave him a sense of humor? Who dared? I'm supposed to have the witty remarks and clever comments.
And, personally, grinding one luscious Gryffindor lust object mere feet from various members of the Boy's Dormitories without being hexed seemed much more beneficial. Even more so since I already was.
"Yes Harry?" How I manage to say that sweetly without gagging is completely beyond me.
Harry runs his fingers through my hair. And I spent about an hour on it too. Making it perfect. Gelling it, then undoing it, then redoing it, then back. I could never tell which one Harry liked best.
I think all my gel is going to the Hermione Granger 'Control for the Frizzy Haired' Fund. Harry would be proud. Snape will be pleased. I will be shagged.
Whoa, getting ahead of myself there.
But Harry, dear Harry, is toying with my hair as if the fact I haven't disappeared yet is because I;m not real.
But he's so comfortable.
"Draco... How long have you felt this way?" Harry's voice had the soft reverent tone that he used whenever he said something he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know.
How long? Consciously aware? I don't think I ever not thoguht about him. He was always there. And the hate... I never hated him.
Hate seemed so much more Slytherin. But, stupid Harry had to make me realize I love him.
"Too long." And I simply kiss him again.
I think it shall be my new pastime.
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A/N: Any comments? Suggestions? Death threats? Please let me know.
A/N: I got many positive responses, including a plea for me to write more. So I am. Anyone ready for another trip to Draco's mind?
Hiding
==========
"Draco!"
Startled, I look up. Harry's eyes have darkened to a deep emerald green laced with forest green shadows. Bloody hell. His fucking eyes are making me hard.
I think my expression amused him. I'm hoping that's why he's laughing. Because if it isn't, the Boy Who Lived will become the Boy Who Dared to Laugh at Draco and Died a Long and Horrible Death.
I think I like that title. Makes me feel so fucking heartless.
"Draco, calm down. I need to speak to you without grinding into your leg."
Who gave him a sense of humor? Who dared? I'm supposed to have the witty remarks and clever comments.
And, personally, grinding one luscious Gryffindor lust object mere feet from various members of the Boy's Dormitories without being hexed seemed much more beneficial. Even more so since I already was.
"Yes Harry?" How I manage to say that sweetly without gagging is completely beyond me.
Harry runs his fingers through my hair. And I spent about an hour on it too. Making it perfect. Gelling it, then undoing it, then redoing it, then back. I could never tell which one Harry liked best.
I think all my gel is going to the Hermione Granger 'Control for the Frizzy Haired' Fund. Harry would be proud. Snape will be pleased. I will be shagged.
Whoa, getting ahead of myself there.
But Harry, dear Harry, is toying with my hair as if the fact I haven't disappeared yet is because I;m not real.
But he's so comfortable.
"Draco... How long have you felt this way?" Harry's voice had the soft reverent tone that he used whenever he said something he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know.
How long? Consciously aware? I don't think I ever not thoguht about him. He was always there. And the hate... I never hated him.
Hate seemed so much more Slytherin. But, stupid Harry had to make me realize I love him.
"Too long." And I simply kiss him again.
I think it shall be my new pastime.
======== [end of chapter] ========
A/N: Any comments? Suggestions? Death threats? Please let me know.