Skyler walked down to the dungeons straight after lunch, on her own, on
account that because she'd spent some time reading the letter her fathers
had replied to her with earlier that morning. Now that she'd heard from
them she suddenly was noticing their absence more that she had been since
she left them yesterday.
As she entered the Potions classroom, everybody stopped and turned around to see who'd opened the door; they were paired up with the Gryffindors for this lesson. Skyler looked at Yllie, who was sitting alone on one side, looking at her hopefully.
Skyler scowled outwardly but was willing her friend to understand as she sat next to the Slytherin girl she had met that morning.
"Sorry sir," she threw at Professor Snape, who frowned, but didn't deduct points from her, which annoyed the Gryffindors to no end on account that he had just taken 5 points off Garret Smith for being late.
"Why are you late?" Rebecca asked quietly as Snape gave them the 'introduction' to Potions.
"Reading," Skyler said back, a little too loudly. Snape stopped but appeared to ignore her as he continued talking.
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Harry threw his head back against the sofa in pure frustration as he tried once more to explain to the newest house-elf how to make an English breakfast,
"What's wrong?" Draco asked absently as he flopped down in a chair and ran a hand through his hair, picking up a pile off papers off the table and examining them carefully,
"These bloody house-elves, they can make a bloody brilliant feast of everything you could ever want, but a bloody English breakfast is beyond them," Harry fumed. Draco nodded but didn't look up from the letter he was reading intently.
"What?" Harry asked after he watched his husband stare at the paper for ten solid minutes.
"Father and Mother want us to spend Christmas at Malfoy Manor," Draco said, still reading. Harry's mouth dropped to the floor.
"Can't we just send Sky and stay here?" Harry pleaded. Draco grinned and shook his head.
"I need to talk to my father anyway, this is the perfect opportunity to do so." Harry 'hmphed' but stayed relatively quiet.
It was a well known fact that Lucius and Narcissa couldn't bear Harry at all, however their son was their life and Lucius adored Skyler with an adoration only a grandfather could have. He tolerated Harry for one simple reason: he owed him, big time.
When Voldemort's final days were upon the world, Harry had stood alone, all the other great wizards dead, including Dumbledore. Harry had gone past truth and had just killed, instead of being noble and true (much to Ron, Hermione and the rest of the world's disgust), Harry had gone around, killing everything that was in his way. Death-Eaters number decreased until few remained.
Lucius Malfoy was one of those few. In the final battle, Lucius had bound Harry, torturing him for Voldemort's pleasure. For nearly seven hours Harry had endured the suffering, but he was eventually grateful. Because that stunt gave Harry the anger he needed to turn around and perform the most powerful Avada Kedavra curse anybody had ever seen, killing not only Voldemort, but the three remaining Death-Eaters around him.
All except Lucius. When he was hunting, Harry had found the blonde haired Death-Eater lying on the floor, a younger blonde-haired teen whimpering over his fallen father. To spare Draco (his ex-boyfriend at the time), he had healed Lucius's wounds and then professed himself a complete bastard to Draco who took him back into open arms.
After that, Harry changed a lot. No longer believing in good, since good had betrayed him and left him for dead as soon as they realized he was under Voldemort's power, Harry still fought the good fight, but only because the bad fight still seemed so damn intent on killing him and those he held dear.
Ron and Hermione had not understood.
Draco had. Completely without question.
Harry was snapped pleasantly out of his memory's by the wonderful sensation of a tongue dragging across his neck,
"Mmm," Harry moaned and he felt Draco chuckle against his skin.
"Welcome back," Draco smiled, his voice husky with lust. For the first time, Harry realized the pressure between his legs and he shifted Draco's weight so his ass was resting on top of Harry's erection.
Draco half-smiled before kissing Harry passionately, his hands disappearing downwards and un-fastening Harry's jeans. Lifting himself up, his tongue still battling with Harry's, Harry moved his jeans down and they dropped to his ankles. Draco completely removed his sweats and dropped to his knee's between Harry's bare legs.
He moved his mouth to Harry's inner thigh and started biting his way up, stopping next to Harry's cock and then moving back down the other way. Harry moaned in frustration, his hands tangling in his lovers blonde hair, trying to guide his mouth to where it would be most appreciated.
Draco smiled against Harry's skin. Before he ran his tongue up Harry's stiff cock, Harry hissed in a breath and Draco continued his pleasurable torture upon his husband. Harry's hands tightened in Draco's hair and, reluctantly, Draco pulled back. Harry gave him a questioning look but Draco kissed him instead of an answer. While their mouths were locked in a heated battle, Draco positioned himself so Harry's cock was at his entrance and, without warning, he dropped himself down onto his lover.
Harry screamed Draco's name as Draco felt the pleasant feeling of being filled by his one true love.
Within moments Draco was riding Harry's fiercely, while Harry stocked his hard-on lovingly in time with Draco's movements. It took very little time for them to come, both screaming each others names, Draco dropped forwards against Harry and the two love-birds sat like that for a long time.
Neither wanting to move. Both completely content with where they were.
That was, until they heard a soft knocking on the front door and a house- elf rushed into the room announcing they had a visitor.
"Who is it?" Harry grumbled into Draco's neck,
"Malfoy, sir, Lucius Malfoy." the elf replied,
Draco's smile could light up the room at that point. 'Ever the daddy's boy,' Harry thought quietly to himself as he and Draco hurriedly put on some clothes, ignoring the sticky mess on their stomach's.
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-Notes-
Hey guys I am SO SORRY, really I am I never intended to take this long to update, but this week and next week is my mock GCSE weeks (for all you people who don't know what they are, they are very important tests, if I don't do well here my GCSE's will go to hell!)
Anyway again I say sorry. But I feel that little sex scene I gave you would say it better than anything I could say.
Like I said I've been revising hard, and my daughter has been ill since Friday so my time has been divided between my studies and my lil angel, (.
I'll try and update tomorrow between my French and RE exams (.
Akasha xxxxx
As she entered the Potions classroom, everybody stopped and turned around to see who'd opened the door; they were paired up with the Gryffindors for this lesson. Skyler looked at Yllie, who was sitting alone on one side, looking at her hopefully.
Skyler scowled outwardly but was willing her friend to understand as she sat next to the Slytherin girl she had met that morning.
"Sorry sir," she threw at Professor Snape, who frowned, but didn't deduct points from her, which annoyed the Gryffindors to no end on account that he had just taken 5 points off Garret Smith for being late.
"Why are you late?" Rebecca asked quietly as Snape gave them the 'introduction' to Potions.
"Reading," Skyler said back, a little too loudly. Snape stopped but appeared to ignore her as he continued talking.
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Harry threw his head back against the sofa in pure frustration as he tried once more to explain to the newest house-elf how to make an English breakfast,
"What's wrong?" Draco asked absently as he flopped down in a chair and ran a hand through his hair, picking up a pile off papers off the table and examining them carefully,
"These bloody house-elves, they can make a bloody brilliant feast of everything you could ever want, but a bloody English breakfast is beyond them," Harry fumed. Draco nodded but didn't look up from the letter he was reading intently.
"What?" Harry asked after he watched his husband stare at the paper for ten solid minutes.
"Father and Mother want us to spend Christmas at Malfoy Manor," Draco said, still reading. Harry's mouth dropped to the floor.
"Can't we just send Sky and stay here?" Harry pleaded. Draco grinned and shook his head.
"I need to talk to my father anyway, this is the perfect opportunity to do so." Harry 'hmphed' but stayed relatively quiet.
It was a well known fact that Lucius and Narcissa couldn't bear Harry at all, however their son was their life and Lucius adored Skyler with an adoration only a grandfather could have. He tolerated Harry for one simple reason: he owed him, big time.
When Voldemort's final days were upon the world, Harry had stood alone, all the other great wizards dead, including Dumbledore. Harry had gone past truth and had just killed, instead of being noble and true (much to Ron, Hermione and the rest of the world's disgust), Harry had gone around, killing everything that was in his way. Death-Eaters number decreased until few remained.
Lucius Malfoy was one of those few. In the final battle, Lucius had bound Harry, torturing him for Voldemort's pleasure. For nearly seven hours Harry had endured the suffering, but he was eventually grateful. Because that stunt gave Harry the anger he needed to turn around and perform the most powerful Avada Kedavra curse anybody had ever seen, killing not only Voldemort, but the three remaining Death-Eaters around him.
All except Lucius. When he was hunting, Harry had found the blonde haired Death-Eater lying on the floor, a younger blonde-haired teen whimpering over his fallen father. To spare Draco (his ex-boyfriend at the time), he had healed Lucius's wounds and then professed himself a complete bastard to Draco who took him back into open arms.
After that, Harry changed a lot. No longer believing in good, since good had betrayed him and left him for dead as soon as they realized he was under Voldemort's power, Harry still fought the good fight, but only because the bad fight still seemed so damn intent on killing him and those he held dear.
Ron and Hermione had not understood.
Draco had. Completely without question.
Harry was snapped pleasantly out of his memory's by the wonderful sensation of a tongue dragging across his neck,
"Mmm," Harry moaned and he felt Draco chuckle against his skin.
"Welcome back," Draco smiled, his voice husky with lust. For the first time, Harry realized the pressure between his legs and he shifted Draco's weight so his ass was resting on top of Harry's erection.
Draco half-smiled before kissing Harry passionately, his hands disappearing downwards and un-fastening Harry's jeans. Lifting himself up, his tongue still battling with Harry's, Harry moved his jeans down and they dropped to his ankles. Draco completely removed his sweats and dropped to his knee's between Harry's bare legs.
He moved his mouth to Harry's inner thigh and started biting his way up, stopping next to Harry's cock and then moving back down the other way. Harry moaned in frustration, his hands tangling in his lovers blonde hair, trying to guide his mouth to where it would be most appreciated.
Draco smiled against Harry's skin. Before he ran his tongue up Harry's stiff cock, Harry hissed in a breath and Draco continued his pleasurable torture upon his husband. Harry's hands tightened in Draco's hair and, reluctantly, Draco pulled back. Harry gave him a questioning look but Draco kissed him instead of an answer. While their mouths were locked in a heated battle, Draco positioned himself so Harry's cock was at his entrance and, without warning, he dropped himself down onto his lover.
Harry screamed Draco's name as Draco felt the pleasant feeling of being filled by his one true love.
Within moments Draco was riding Harry's fiercely, while Harry stocked his hard-on lovingly in time with Draco's movements. It took very little time for them to come, both screaming each others names, Draco dropped forwards against Harry and the two love-birds sat like that for a long time.
Neither wanting to move. Both completely content with where they were.
That was, until they heard a soft knocking on the front door and a house- elf rushed into the room announcing they had a visitor.
"Who is it?" Harry grumbled into Draco's neck,
"Malfoy, sir, Lucius Malfoy." the elf replied,
Draco's smile could light up the room at that point. 'Ever the daddy's boy,' Harry thought quietly to himself as he and Draco hurriedly put on some clothes, ignoring the sticky mess on their stomach's.
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-Notes-
Hey guys I am SO SORRY, really I am I never intended to take this long to update, but this week and next week is my mock GCSE weeks (for all you people who don't know what they are, they are very important tests, if I don't do well here my GCSE's will go to hell!)
Anyway again I say sorry. But I feel that little sex scene I gave you would say it better than anything I could say.
Like I said I've been revising hard, and my daughter has been ill since Friday so my time has been divided between my studies and my lil angel, (.
I'll try and update tomorrow between my French and RE exams (.
Akasha xxxxx