Bleeding Romantics (and the Nymphomaniac Purebloods That Shag Them)
By DramaPhile
Keywords: Harry Draco Romance Humor Valentine's Day
Rated: R for some pretty slashy shagging
Warning: This chapter contains some Extra Hot R-Rated Boy!Sex. If you are offended by barely legal (age 17) sex, profanity, slash (homosexual sex/love), etc… this is not the story for you. Run, Don't walk. Read some R/Hr hand-holding fic or something…
Pairings: Harry/Draco,
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry and Draco and the whole HP universe, there would be a whole lot more slashy shagging and a little less of that thing they call plot (and I would have a large mansion in Malibu next door to Brad Pitt). Sadly, I do not own Harry, JK Rowling and her minions do, and therefore, I am only borrowing the little guys for a bit 'o' fun (because they deserve a good shag after all the hell she puts them through!)
Summary: "Please, Harry, Malfoys don't do romance, we are much better suited for wild, kinky sex without any strings attached."
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed Chapter 2. I think I am officially a review addict. Seeing all those lovely notes in my in-box just makes me want to write even faster. I walked around giddy for about half an hour after finding out so many people read and enjoyed this little puppy. So, thanks, guys, for being such fab readers! To Teva the Amazing: I avoided background purposefully, because I wanted to jump right into the plot. Assume that Draco and Harry are in their 7th year and have been together for several months at least and their relationship is very public. And as for the short chapters… I've never had the patience for long stories, and since I like to update often, my chapters will be numerous and short instead of scarce and long. This way, I don't lose interest and you get more frequent updates! Oh, and if you'd like alerts when I post new chapters, put me on your author alerts list and will email you when I post.
Chapter 3: Kinky Monkey Sex
Draco waited for Harry after dinner, but hours went by and The-Boy-Who-Lived never showed up.
This will not do Draco decided. A full day had gone by and he had yet to be on the receiving end of any wild, kinky shagging, and had instead been completely ignored by his boyfriend. He sighed dejectedly and pulled out his secret stash of chocolate frogs, the ones that Harry had gotten him for his birthday.
A loud groan filtered through the other side of the wall and Draco scowled,
"Everybody's getting some but me," he growled, and threw the nearest throw-pillow at the wall.
"Oh God, Blaise, Yes, Harder!" a low voice moaned, and Draco bit the head off of the wriggling chocolate amphibian in his hand with as much malice as one can have towards a piece of candy.
"Bloody hell, Zabini! Tell your boyfriend to keep it down, you slut! Some people are trying to concentrate in here!!" he threw another pillow at the wall and flopped back on his bed.
Every night, since the end of sixth year, Harry had snuck into the dungeons to sleep in Draco's bed. There were benefits to being a Slytherin prefect, and Draco was not above taking advantage of his private rooms. Draco glanced at the clock. It was midnight already and there was no sign of Harry anywhere. If today's display was any indicator, Draco doubted he would show up at all.
He put on his silk pajamas bottoms and crawled into his cold, empty, Harry-less bed and lapsed into a fitful sort of sleep.
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Draco awoke before it was light to the sensation of a naked, warm body pressed against his back and something very hard prodding insistently at his thigh.
"Harry?" Draco asked groggily, "What time is it?"
Harry licked the shell of his ear and feathered his fingers across Draco's stomach.
"Three AM," he murmured huskily into Draco's ear. Draco squirmed as Harry teased arousal into his sleep-slowed body.
"Three AM? Bloody hell, Harry! I like the idea of a good morning shag, but can't we wait a few hours? I didn't get to sleep till late because I was waiting for-" Harry thrust against him and slid a hand down Draco's silk pajama pants.
"Nope. I want to fuck you now."
"Merlin, Harry." Draco shuddered as a hot wave of arousal coursed through his body.
"Don't you want this, Draco?" The Slytherin could only groan incoherently.
"Don't you want me to fuck you until you can't remember your name?" Harry punctuated his question be grinding against Draco's arse. By now, Draco's libido was completely refusing to obey his brain, which kept reminding him that sleep was more important than sex. The fact that Harry's hands were now doing things that should be made illegal wasn't helping his stage of mind either.
"Fuuuuck," Draco moaned as Harry cast a lubrication spell.
"Well, that is the idea," Harry purred smugly as Draco groaned again.
"I'm going… to kill you… in the… morning…" Draco panted, stifling another moan.
"If you have the strength by then…" All coherent though was lost as Harry's hands and body worked magic on Draco's heated skin, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy again and again before tossing him over the edge into oblivion.
It was a long moment before Draco could muster the strength to move again. Harry murmured a cleansing charm before lying back, head in the crook of one arm.
"Fuck, Harry," Draco murmured, and turned over so he could rest his head on his boyfriend's chest, but Harry sat up suddenly and began pulling his clothes on.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, disappointed there would be no cuddling.
"to take a shower and go for a run, I think," Harry said casually, as though staying hadn't even occurred to him.
"Stay." Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him down for a kiss. Harry resisted and pried Draco's hand off his arm.
"No Thanks." Harry stood and pulled on the rest of his robes and then left without so much as a goodbye or a peck on the cheek.
Draco frowned and avowed once again that he would not let Harry win this bet for anything. Then, he lay down in his cold, empty bed that now reeked of sex and fell again into a fitful sleep.
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By the time Draco awoke that morning, breakfast was nearly over and he was completely exhausted. Cursing at the clock (and his absent boyfriend), he threw on some robes, grabbed his book bag and trudged into the great Hall without so much as even glancing in the mirror.
He didn't even bother looking at the Slytherin Table, because he suspected Harry was no longer abiding by their mealtime schedule, and instead plopped down in an empty spot across from Weasley and Granger. He poured himself a bowl of cornflakes and tried to shake the sleep-deprived haze from his brain. Hermione looked at him quizzically.
"Are you okay, Draco?"
"Just peachy, Granger," he growled. "Whyever do you ask?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Well, for one, you look like something Crookshanks dragged in, not your usual well-groomed self." Draco self-consciously ran a hand through hair, which did nothing for his extreme bed-head.
"And for another, you just poured orange juice into your cornflakes." Ron stifled a laugh with his hand as Draco looked at the bottle of juice in his hand with disgust. He slammed it down and grabbed a piece of cold toast instead and began furiously spreading Nutella onto it.
"If you must know, Granger, I didn't sleep very well last night." He raised his voice loud enough for Harry to hear him from a few seats down.
"Seems SOMEONE thought it was a good idea to wake me at fucking THREE AM demanding-"
"A mind-blowing shag?" Harry finished Draco's sentence with a malicious grin. Draco glared at Harry with all the venom he could muster in his half-conscious state as Ron nearly spit out his juice.
"Merlin, Harry! I'm eating here! Can you please not talk about your sex life with Malfoy at the breakfast table! It's not like I tell you every time Hermione and I-" Ron was silenced by a sharp elbow to the ribs and a death glare from his girlfriend.
"Keep talking like that, Ronald Weasley, and there won't be anything to tell about!" Hermione declared acidly, and Ron closed his mouth.
"I do not do well without my beauty sleep." Draco said petulantly to no one in particular as he poured himself a very large cup of coffee and dumped half the sugar bowl into it.
"oh, for heaven's sake!" Hermione said as she took out her wand. "Pilius Ornatrix". Draco's hair, plagues with an unfortunate case of bed-head, styled itself into his usual smooth coiffe.
"Your hair was starting to look as bad as Harry's, and Merlin knows we only need one of those around here."
"Thanks." Draco mumbled, and reached for the coffee pot again, having already drained his first cup. Today, he would need all the help he could get staying awake.
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End-notes:If you are of age in your country/state/providence,email me at the address in my author profile and I will send you a link to the NC-17 version of this chapter. (I would link toit here, but seems to have issues with me posting urls in stories... grr... The spell Hermione uses to fix Draco's Hair comes from the Latin words Pilo, meaning Hair, and Ornatrix, meaning Hairdresser.
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