IMPORTANT!
Rating for this chapter is
M
Due to explicit content.
A/N: thank you for your attention on that little matter, just thought it was best to make sure everyone knew about the explicit content in this chapter, since everyone might not feel comfortable reading it. Yeah. Anyway, read on and tell me what you think.
XoXoX Harry's POV XoXoX
Opening his eyes slightly, Harry squinted at the sun shining through a big window to his left. He snuggled deeper down into the pillow, and studied the light green walls.
Wait a minute.
His walls weren't light green; they were a blue, flowery kind of wallpaper. Looking suspiciously around, Harry noticed several things that weren't quite right. This room was much bigger than his, the bed clothes were white, and someone was lying with their arms wrapped around his waist. Someone with slender, artistic fingers, pale skin and really, really blond hair.
Oh God.
He was lying in Draco's bed.
With Draco.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Harry desperately tried to wriggle away from the Slytherin's grasp, but the sleeping boy only tightened the embrace. Gulping, Harry lay back on the pillow, cursing his own luck. He had no idea how he got there, but one thing was sure, if the blond found him sleeping in his bed Harry wouldn't live to hear the next time Hermione mentioned 'Hogwarts, A History'. Not that that was really a bad thing, but he'd still rather listen to hours of Hermione's painful reciting than whatever Draco would do to him if he found him in his bed.
Trying one more time to free himself, Harry suddenly found himself in a heap on the floor. All the wriggling had brought him dangerously close to the edge of the bed, and now he had wriggled over it. Getting to his feet, he tip-toed towards the door, when he suddenly heard a voice.
"Morgan le Fay! You must be a Quidditch player, because that is one hell of a broom!" Harry looked around, and found himself face to face with himself in Malfoy's golden mirror. Looking down he noticed that the mirror was right; his "broom" was indeed showing. Blushing furiously he looked around and picked up his trousers, quickly putting them on to cover up his naked self. "Going commando, eh?" purred the mirror, and Harry blushed even more.
"Keep it down," he whispered. "I want to get the hell out of here before Draco wakes up."
"Too late," said the mirror, and Harry could have sworn he was smirking. Turning slowly around he looked at the bed, and found a drowsy Draco Malfoy looking back at him.
"Harry, what are you doing?" he asked and Harry panicked. What was he supposed to say?
"Eh, well, I was just, uhm, checking on Medea! Yes. Checking. Just checking." He nodded hastily, and walked over to the cradle to illustrate that that was indeed what he was doing.
"Oh, well, when you're finished get the hell back here because I'm cold." Draco lay back down, and Harry sent him an incredulous look. Had Draco just said what he thought he had? Smiling stupidly to himself, Harry walked back to the bed and sat carefully down on the edge, looking at the other boy. His eyes were closed and his hair tousled, the light from the window shone on his face and made his skin glow. In that moment Harry understood that Draco wasn't pretty or even handsome, not even remotely, he was straight-out beautiful.
"What are you dawdling for? Get your pretty arse out of those pants and down here next to me!" Draco grumbled, and Harry laughed and did as he was told. Finally settled, he enjoyed the feeling of the other boy next to him, and decided that he had been wrong. He definitely preferred Draco over Hermione's reciting. Feeling more and more drowsy and perfectly content, Harry observed that he wouldn't mind lying just like that forever. Draco however, had other plans.
On the verge of sleep, Harry suddenly felt warm arms encircling him from behind, and a soft mouth trailing kisses along his jaw. Catching his breath, he tilted his head backwards to give the other boy better access. Draco eagerly took him up on the invitation and attacked his jaw, neck and ear with full force. Resisting the urge to moan, Harry turned around in the embrace, and captured the blond's mouth with his. Biting his lower lip, Harry took advantage of the gasp to slip his tongue into the other boy's mouth. For the second time in mere hours, the Gryffindor and the Slytherin engaged in a battle for dominance, this time ending with Draco on top. The slightly taller boy pinned Harry's arms over his head and straddled him with his hips. Harry could feel his warm erection pulsating against his own, and thrust upwards. He was rewarded with a moan from the blond and fervently continued the motion. Soon both boys were lost in the activity and moved together as one, until –
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
Harry could feel the other boy jump off him at the sound and he himself sat bolt upright. Sometime during their performance, Medea had woken up and she had now decided that it was time for breakfast. Groaning, frustrated, Harry looked down at his own hard-on and then up at Draco, noticing that the blond looked just as irritated and unsatisfied as he felt. He was looking torn between feeding his baby and dragging Harry away to finish what they were doing. With a sigh Harry motioned towards the cradle. "Go, she needs you" he murmured.
Draco looked uncertain for a couple of seconds, then he got to his feet and put on his pajama pants. "You. Stay. Right here. Don't move; I'll be back. We. Are. Not. Finished," he growled, then walked over to the cradle and picked up the red-faced little girl.
As he lay back down Harry suddenly heard a familiar husky voice. "My my, that was some show, my voyeur inclinations has never been as satisfied before. Looking at Drake when he showers is nothing, you guys were positively steaming!"
Mortified, Harry sat up again and looked at the mirror with big eyes. It was still standing in the middle of the room where Draco had put it when Harry had first met the outspoken piece of glass. "Draco!" he yelled and the blond turned to look at him. "Your mirror is scaring me!" He said and hid his face behind a pillow to illustrate it. Peeking up over his cover, he saw Draco laughing at him, but with one flick of his wand, Draco banished Mr. Mirror back to the bathroom.
"You cry-baby you," said Draco scolding, but Harry could see his eyes were laughing. "You're even worse than Medea."
"Am not!" Harry pouted petulantly.
"Yes, you are. Now, I'm just about finished with the little one, what do you say we put a sleeping spell on her, make her sleep about two hours? That would give us plenty of time to finish up, wouldn't you say?" Draco winked at Harry, and the black haired boy beamed back. Finally!
Draco did as he had suggested, and soon Medea was sleeping peacefully again. Harry watched with big eyes as the blond slowly, teasingly, began to take off his pajama pants. The blood rushed to his groin once more, and he was forcefully reminded that he still hadn't been satisfied. His heartbeat increasing with every step, Harry watched impatiently as Draco deliberately walked at a snail's pace. When the blond finally reached the bed, Harry was so annoyed he grabbed the other boy by his shoulders and yanked him forcefully towards himself and attacked his neck with his mouth.
"Quite the impatient one, aren't you?" murmured Draco, but Harry shut him up by capturing his mouth in a fervent kiss. At last Draco seemed to get the message, and his hands were skillfully carressing Harry's body in ways he'd never even imagined possible. Once again the two boys were lost in themselves, until –
"Tock tock tock."
Pulling away, Harry looked puzzled at the blond. "What was that?" he asked, but Draco only shook his head.
"Owl. Window. Ignore it," he said between kissing Harry, and the black haired boy answered by kissing back and running his hand over the other boy's chest. However, the noise wouldn't go away.
"Tock tock tock."
"Maybe we should see what it wants? Just in case?" Harry wondered, but Draco pinned him down.
"Not." Kiss. "Stopping." Lick. "Need." Bite. "You." Lick. "Not." Kiss. "Finished." Suck. "Yet." Draco moved his mouth down Harry's chest, playing with his nipples on the way. Harry closed his eyes in pleasure and anticipation, but then he heard it again.
"Tock tock tock."
"Draaaaaaco," he whined. "I can't, the noise, I mean, I just can't –"
Sighing heavily and glaring at Harry, Draco got to his feet. "Fine," he muttered. "I'll open the bloody window, get the bloody letter, and kill that bloody owl!" Walking over to the window, Draco had a hard time opening it. After five minutes of struggling, he grabbed his wand and angrily muttered a spell. Feeling positively murderous he grabbed the letter from the owl, then practically threw the poor creature out the window again. Putting the letter on the table, he hurried back to the bed only to discover that one Harry Potter was sound asleep.
Letting out a scream of frustration and pent up desire, Draco concluded that this morning it just wasn't meant to be. Sighing he decided to take matters into his own hands, under a long, steaming hot shower.
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