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Author's notes: Thanks all for the reviews, I'm feeding on them. I'm sorry if this chapter took some time… I've been procrastinating, been indulging in Maplestory (Yay! I'm a magician!) And if any of you do play that, I'm "Miztgral" there, do say hi to me, ok?
Oh yes, this chapter features some intimate scenes, so if you are turned off by such, press the back button now! You have been warned! –lol-
Oh yes, I'm working already, so I might not be able to update so frequently…
Reviews:
Violetamethyst: Gasp. How did you know there's Parseltongue coming up? :P (maybe not this chapter. But i have it planned already.)
Addmoose2004: I think Draco saying Tee-hee is acceptable. What's not acceptable is Snape and Voldemort singing Disney inspired songs. (see Voldemort's Song and Snape's Song. –wink-)
Sarah: You do sports? Well, junk food is supposed to give no nutrients and possibly affect your metabolism. I dunno. And I like the fish thing too. Heh.
Starrarose: Kudos to you! Yes, once again you're right… read on.
Angelkitty77: Shh… you're supposed to pretend to be surprised if it comes on… else it wouldn't be fun ;P
Thanks to djs, lonlyheart, Yana5, Unattainable Adrenaline, MalfoysQueen, Lalie Elhini Atta, SLNS, Tinas74, IcyAurora8, misfit2008, lita-2003, RichaFloo
"Hey, we were supposed to play Twister, weren't we?" Draco beamed. In company of his mate, the boy had let his veela side come on full display, disregarding all Malfoy codes of conduct. Letting his veela instincts guide him, Draco pulled Harry's hand and led him into the sitting room.
"Accio Twister." A mat with circles of various colours flew in, with it a board with a spinning pointer. Draco grinned and made Harry spin the pointer first. Quickly assuming the first position, Harry whined about have to go on all fours in front of Draco. On hearing this, Draco shifted till he was stand behind Harry, to beat the part about "in front of you".
"Nice ass," cooed Draco.
"What?" exclaimed the Gryffindor. Draco shrugged, and spun the pointer. "Hand on blue, feet on green… Excuse me Potter," muttered Draco. In an attempting to get into position, Draco had to either straddle Harry, or go under him.
"Harry, do you want me to be on top or below?" Draco asked, naughty thoughts running amok in his head. Aware of the insinuations, Harry blushed a deep crimson.
"You're shorter, go under," Harry croaked.
Draco chuckled and began to place his hand on the blue spots and his feet on the green spots and faced Harry. Still spotting a wide grin, Draco muttered, "The least I could do was to face you."
His blush deepening, Harry frantically reached for the pointer and spun it. He needed to change his position badly. The pointer stopped, and Harry gulped. The nearest yellow he could reach was somewhat behind Draco, otherwise he would have to try to be an acrobat. Gingerly shifting weight on his legs, Harry reached for the yellow circle. It was further than he thought it was.
"Just a bit more…" muttered Harry with laboured breath, trying very hard to keep himself balance lest toppling over the pale boy below him. His warm breath circled the veela's ear, nearly driving the veela crazy. Harry succeeded in placing his hand on the yellow spot, and a new problem arose; Draco's face was at the nape of his neck and his other hand was brushing the slim waist of the veela. He could feel Draco's breath on his neck, and that was making him weak in the knees.
"Ok, my turn." Reaching to turn the pointer, Draco accidentally kicked Harry in the knee, causing the already weak-kneed boy to topple on him. "Ouch!" Draco exclaimed as Harry came crashing down on him- face to face, chest to chest, and well, groin to groin. The two froze for a considerably long time before coming to their senses. They stared hard at each other, neither moved, for their positions were precarious; any slight movement might result in some lips-locking. Both took laboured breaths, eyes wide opened. Draco busied himself memorising Harry's face; every contour, every delicate detail, the famous scar and the luscious lips. The lips Draco was dying to kiss. Smack under the Gryffindor, Draco not only felt his own heart rate increase to a theoretical maximum, he also felt the beating of Harry's heart, which strangely, was in tandem with his own.
Harry's green eyes were transfixed on Draco's silver orbs and felt himself sinking into those pools of mercury. Harry saw truth and sincerity in those eyes, Harry could feel himself trusting its beholder. Harry could not fathom why he had let his defences down in front of Draco, in fact, in front a future Deatheater. His instincts told him to reveal it all to Draco- his insecurities, his fear, his worries, his grief… to let Draco handle them all for him.
"Your eyes are beautiful," Harry whispered, keeping his gaze on the blonde's eyes. Draco smiled. Harry's breath smelt of mints, and Draco wondered how it would taste like.
"So are yours," cooed Draco. Peering into Harry's emerald eyes, Draco saw it all- all Harry wanted him to know, and Draco took them all in. Reading Harry's face, Draco notices the creases caused by constant knotted brows. "Did he worry a lot?" wondered Draco. He wanted to share it all with his mate, to care for him, to make him happy, to love him wholeheartedly.
"Draco," whispered Harry. He did not know why he had used Draco's first name, he paid little attention to it because the next thing he did was to crash his lips down on Draco's. Harry had felt foolishly drawn to the veela, against his own will. Not that he minded, but Harry wanted to take things slowly. Draco, on the other hand, was bathed in bliss. Taking the lead on the kiss, Draco started to knead Harry's lips with his own, and gradually part those inviting folds. Harry reciprocated by running his tongue along the Draco's lower lip, sending jolts around Draco's body. Draco could feel his veela hormones raging; the urge to take his mate overcame all rationality. Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, the latter sucking on it gently. Draco moaned audibly as he felt the slight tug on his tongue.
Harry, suddenly broke the kiss and scrambled off Draco, leaving him laying on the floor. Draco knew exactly why the Gryffindor had reacted that way- Harry was aroused. Flipping on his side, Draco balanced his head on his arm in a Cleopatra style, grinning at Harry.
"There's nothing wrong, you know," comforted Draco. Harry sat next to him, seemingly disturbed and worried. Seeing no response, Draco sat up and crawled towards the frightened boy and put his arms around Harry's shoulders. "I need you, now, as much as you need me." Draco whispered into his ears, ending off with a light flick of his tongue over Harry's ear. That caused Harry's pants to tent up further, a warm blush appearing on his face. Disregarding any previous hesitation, Harry flung himself at Draco and resumed the probing kiss- a kiss that was much appreciated by Draco, and both their members.
Draco was once again pinned under the Gryffindor, every inch of their body in contact; mouth to mouth, torso to torso, erection to erection. Draco tore off Harry's misty spectacles; their heated kiss fogged up the glasses. Draco kissed Harry hungrily, eagerly tangling his slender fingers in Harry's mop of messy black hair to press his lips nearer down. Harry, on the other hand, let his hands roam all over Draco; down his front to split open the robes, to where shirt and pants connected.
"Eager, are we?" Draco questioned slyly before flipping Harry over; now Draco straddled Harry's hips. Draco tore open Harry's robes and pulled up his grey sweater. Fumbling with Harry's top, Draco swore and struggled with the stubborn clothes.
"Let me," Harry sat up, nearly causing Draco to fall over. Hastily peeling off his own clothes, Harry asked Draco to do the same. Once the two have discard their tops, Draco crashed down onto Harry once more, allowing their bare skin to touch, sending more tingling sensation to the nether regions. Draco's mouth left Harry's lips and started to wander down to his neck. Nibbling slightly at the skin, Harry moaned at the sensation. Noting Harry's reaction, and erection, Draco trailed butterfly kisses down his front, all the way till where the top of the pants were. Harry squirmed, for he was ticklish, but urged Draco to go on. Draco stopped after awhile, looking up at Harry.
"Let's go my room, now." Draco stood up and pulled Harry along with him, the two running to the bed and toppling over each other. Draco shifted slightly under Harry to make sure the two were comfortable on the bed, while Harry took hold, again, of Draco's full, wet lips. Harry's hands went to Draco's belt and zipper, and the blonde arched his back, begging Harry to hurry up. After a few rounds of ripping each other's pants and boxers apart, the two naked forms intertwined their bodies.
"I want you, in me, now!" Draco begged, his voice airy from his quickened breath. With that, the veela has fulfilled its mission- he has mated. Cries of passion echoed in the room, fortunately located far away from any other Hogwarts inhabitant, except, well, Fluffy.
They made love for a few more times that night, both having insatiable hunger for each other. Exhausted, the two fell into a deep slumber, in each other's embrace.
Morning came and Harry woke up, bewildered to find himself alone in bed. "Draco?" Harry called out, looking for the veela. A fully dressed figure stood at the doorway, staring daggers at the sleepy boy.
"Potter," Draco sneered.
"Draco…" Harry stammered as he realised the veela had addressed him by his last name, a greeting sole reserved for Draco Malfoy, the-boy-who-hated-the-boy-who-lived. "Are we friends?" Harry questioned, stupidly.
"No." The veela spat and stomped towards the heap on the bed.
"So we're back to enemies?" asked Harry.
Draco rolled his eyes. He could not believe how daft the Gryffindor Golden boy was. "We're lovers, you silly," groaned Draco, feinting utter disappointment in Harry. The latter grinned.
"Now don't think I'm not angry at you for ruining my silk bedspread." Draco started and motioned to the large patches of stains on his bed. Harry chuckled and shook his head in amusement. He stood and went to the veela and hugged him.
"I'll just have to get you new ones then," Harry whispered. Not allowing Draco to make a response, Harry placed his lips over Draco's. Draco made a small sound of protest, but soon was swept off his feet by his mate.
"Harry." Draco broke the kiss. "At this rate, we'll never get to class. You have to go back to your dorm to change." This brought Harry to realization.
"Oh no, what are we going to tell the class?" Harry asked, as he picked up the remnants of what left of his pants and wondered how he was going to get back to the Gryffindor tower in shreds of cloth.
"We'll not tell them," replied Draco as he threw Harry a pair of khaki slacks from his wardrobe. Harry quickly slipped them on and threw on his robe.
"All right, see you later," answered Harry, "love." Giving Draco a grin, Harry made his way out of Draco's quarters. Draco merely chuckled as he felt the flutters in his heart.
"Silly boy," muttered Draco to himself.
Xxx
"We will be concocting the Veela Draught today, and I expect you to make enough for the first and second year students too," Snape barked, "the ingredients and instructions are on the board. Now get cracking."
"I wonder why we're making this," Harry whispered to Draco, himself obviously aware of the reason.
"I bet there's a real hot veela on the loose in school," replied Draco, in a suggestive sultry tone. Harry merely chuckled as he put the water to boil. Jokes aside, Harry turned and gave Hermione a furtive glance and she just gave a reassuring smile.
"Harry, go get the moonstone," commanded Draco, as he prepared the rest of the ingredients.
"So you're calling me Harry, now?" The Gryffindor joked as he grinned. He moved to the front of the class to the supplies cabinet, and he couldn't help but notice that majority of the class had their eyes glued to Draco and his sexy body. Harry shook his head in despair; if he had not claimed his Draco earlier on, he would most probably have lost him forever. Plodding back to his seat with the moonstone, Harry suddenly had a thought in mind.
"Draco," whispered Harry in a wispy voice, his mouth dangerously near Draco's ear. Harry could literally feel the rest of the class staring daggers at him for such a gesture. "Let me cut this for you." Harry then encircled his hands around Draco's waist to reach for the knife and the ginger Draco's was holding. Positioning himself slightly behind Draco, Harry pressed his body into the veela, such that he could see over Draco's should on the ginger. Harry could swear he heard many scowl at him.
"Hey, we're in the middle of a potions class," mumbled Draco, who was obviously enjoying the intimacy.
"So?" Harry replied dryly as he smelt Draco's hair. "You smell like apples," commented the Gryffindor.
"And you smell like trouble. Get off me, Snape's watching," hissed Draco.
"I'm not even ON you," replied Harry, "yet."
"Harry Potter, I warn you, stop making me have a hard-on in the middle of potions. I will not let you off for this," warned Draco, his voice staccato.
Before Harry could react, Draco shook free of his so-called embrace and sat down on the bench at the other end of the table. Harry chuckled in amusement and added in the last ingredient. Stirring five times clockwise, Harry watched as the potion slowly turned pink.
"The
final colour should be a healthy, glowing pink, not fuchsia."
Snape's voice boomed as he berated Neville. Harry began to wonder,
"Why on earth does Snape use the term fuchsia when pink is just pink?"
"Now all those who have achieved a healthy, glowing pink, two bottles for the first and second years, and each to take half-a-chalice full," drawled Snape, as though he was bored. "Draco, you're exempted."
Harry glanced at the angry Veela and decided to do everything by himself, bottling the potion and taking his share. Harry noticed that once the class took the potion, fewer eyes were on Draco, and Harry smiled. After cleaning up and packing, Harry picked up his books and left. He decided not to provoke the angry veela, and he knew the latter would surely come looking for him.
Just as Harry expected, Draco came prowling behind him. "Potter," scowled Draco, in a tone he sported when he addressed Harry in the previous five years. Draco threw angry glances at Hermione and Ron, who realized the situation and left the two. Draco then pushed Harry into an empty chamber near the Potions dungeon. "You, should consider yourself dead." Harry gulped.
Jabbing his finger hard into Harry's chest, Draco edged Harry towards a nearby wall as he spoke, "you should not have done that in class. Now everyone in Potions knows we are together and obviously you paid little heed to what I said about not telling the class!" Draco lashed. Harry hit the wall behind him and he choked in fear of what Draco would do to him.
"And you started a problem, you have to settle it." Draco removed his finger from Harry's chest and pressed himself into the Gryffindor. Harry could distinctly feel the erection Draco sported, but he was distracted by the veela's kiss. Draco kissed Harry hungrily and roughly, biting and tugging Harry's lips. Harry kissed back eagerly, his arms snaking around Draco's back, pressing them into each other. Draco's mouth found Harry's neck and left a large love-bite there. "You're mine," hissed Draco, evidently still angry at Harry. The mouths connect again, their tongue entwined around each other, both savouring the kiss.
"No," Harry suddenly held Draco away from him. "I took the potion, I'm not attracted to you anymore, remember?" Harry teased, pretending to want to go off for lunch.
"What rubbish," Draco pushed the boy back to the wall. "Your boy down there tells me otherwise."
Author's note: Don't ask me what happened after that unless you seriously have no idea what goes on between two boys sporting hard-ons. –wink- Something tells me I should have them busted in by Snape and given LOTS of late night detentions together. –wink- We'll see how it goes then. Please R&R!!! I am really feeding on those reviews...
