A Slytherin's Satisfaction
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Well, my intention is to finish up on the last chapter. More details, more dialogue, and its ALL in Draco's point of view. This is the last "shower" chapter, although I'm still not changing the summary, cause I like it. The others will first be a short 'out-line' like chapter one was, and then a follow up story, such as this one. Hope you all enjoy, hopefully you like my idea and the direction this is heading in. Remember that this is a SLASH story, so if you don't like the idea of two boys getting it on, then I advise you to leave. Oh yeah, there is some language in this that might offend some. But remember this IS rated R for something. Basically, there is language and slight sexual situations.
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BEEEEEEEEEEEP
"And Harry Potter has caught the snitch!"
FUCK.
Of COURSE Harry fucking Potter caught the snitch. Who else ever does? Stupid bastard has to go and win EVERYTHING, doesn't he? And it comes so effortlessly to him, doesn't it? And, of course, he just has to look so bloody good in gold and red robes. How the hell did he start doing this to me?
Those insufferable Gryffindors streamed out of the bleachers, bursting with team pride. They make me want to gag. The Weasels are jumping up and down, multiplying in a few short seconds. Will they ever stop reproducing? Honestly!
You all have probably already guessed that I am the one and only Draco Malfoy. If you haven't, well... we are not all blessed with sharp wit. I of course belong to the Slytherin Quidditch team and I am the captain, naturally. And have yet to beat Potter. But I will. Oh, yes, I will. One of these days...
He's flying around the pitch, doing victory laps... flying around in my mind, chanting "I'm too good for you." Bastard. Grinning like that stupid cat in that muggle cartoon movie, the girls are swooning and flocking to where he is about to land. I flat out refuse to act lovesick like one of them. I reject any silly notion that enters my mind, with him and me together. It just won't happen. He's just too good, so pure, so very VERY Gryffindor, through and through. But I can't stop the fact that every little thing he does, he is on my mind... driving me crazy. Yet, he doesn't even know it. I mean really, who would have ever guessed that THE Draco Malfoy is THAT way? Popping boners whenever Harry FUCKING Potter walks by? The way he swings his hips slightly, his eyes glaze over in fury when he looks at me, his fists clench when I say his name... yeah, he has no clue what he does to me. And I plan on keeping it that way.
I don't even know why they are rejoicing the way they are because its not THAT hard to beat Ravenclaw. I mean, in all fairness, I could catch the snitch in my sleep. That Chang girl is hopeless, the beaters are worse than Goyle and Crabbe, and the chasers fly around like they have their heads cut off. Who ever recruited them, I plan to make them an honorary Slytherin for bumping us up one spot in achieving the Quidditch Cup. Although they might not be very honored, I could really care less.
Harry's making his way to Cho, grinning still. She looks bashful and blushes like a little schoolgirl. Oh wait, she is one. See Harry? You don't need someone like that! All squishy and short, blushing left and right, stuttering out your name cause they are so flustered that they can hardly create a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, in your presence. But oh yeah, I forget, if Harry ever smiled at me like THAT, I would be just as bad if not worse. Although, I have a MUCH nicer body than any of them, for I have no squishy parts, thank GOD, and I am taller than Potter is.
Besides, I know naturally how to please him. It's like second nature to pleasure myself, therefore pleasuring any guy won't be that hard.
Wait, I should stop that train of thought... no silly notion on how it would be like to take Harry and fu-
Oh, what the hell? I need to get release one way or another. No way will I let some clingy Hufflepuff touch me, let alone any other girl, for I hardly get a rise out of them. And for the boys, they just DON'T do it for me. Believe it or not, I am extremely picky. I like them tall, but shorter than me, with brown, almost black, hair that is extremely wild and there is no chance of taming it, let alone him. Green eyes that reflect and catch every little motion that I do. A grin that lights up any hallway, whose feet echo around in my mind night and day...
Yeah, there I go again. Going off into my reality. I like it there the best.
So I DO wonder what it would be to take Harry Potter and fuck him all night long, never resting. To suck him dry and get him up again. I wonder if he has the type of stamina that keeps someone going on and on and on. Where if you were locked in a random room, he would keep someone, okay ME, rocking for hours on end. I wonder what he sounds like when he comes. If he's the shouting or quiet type. And I wonder if he's a virgin like me. Never allowing someone unworthy to touch him...
But really, it's useless to think those thoughts, isn't it? I mean, I feel the unresolved sexual tension, the electric shock that goes through me, but who am I to say he feels the same? But it doesn't matter, nothing matters. I just have to get on with my life, forget Perfect Potter and his perfect life and everyone in it, everyone that isn't me.
Heading down to the Quidditch changing rooms. Slytherin practice, so we can beat those bloody Gryffindors. And I hear the shower running, who the hell would still be here this late? The water turns off as I walk by, someone's humming to a song only they can hear. Pulling away the curtain that hides them from prying eyes; jet-black hair is plastered to the boy's head. His shoulders are broad and his backside is NICE... I wonder who it is?
He turns around and... and green eyes lock with mine.
OH. SHIT.
His humming stops abruptly, and I seriously think I've died and gone to heaven. He's just standing there, completely naked, and I don't know what to do, or say, and I don't think I know how to move, or breathe, anymore.
I don't know how much time has passed, but I hope and pray he doesn't move before I get to mesmerize his entire body. Still standing, just looking at me. I'm not entirely sure I'm in focus because of those bloody glasses he wears, but seems to be without in this moment.
"Malfoy?" He asks, disbelieving. Damn! I don't know if I should respond... can I even speak? Seconds pass by, yes, that I can register. He seems to tense up when I say nothing, but I don't want to ruin this. I know I will if I open my mouth, please, PLEASE, don't make me say anything that will piss him off.
"Y...Yes?" Oh, well, that seems safe enough. I'm surprised he hasn't moved yet, just standing with that BEAUTIFUL body of his, water droplets running down the length of him, and o God, I think I'm drooling.
He's moving, reaching for a towel, shivering a bit, but I don't know if its because he's cold or because of the look in my eyes. I shift a little, trying desperately to move in some direction but my body refuses to respond. Please, Harry, don't cover yourself is all I want to say, but when do what I mean to say ever come out the way I want it to? I just don't want to push him farther away, not now.
I wonder why he's not cursing me, fighting me, yelling at me to go away. And I wonder why he's still standing there, letting me stare, but I bet he's trying to understand why I'm there in the first place.
"What are you doing here?" Direct, isn't he? Honestly, having a naked Harry Potter right in front of me, and he expects me to say something. But, of course, he doesn't realize what kind of effect he's having on me.
"I...uhh, Quidditch practice." Is all, I believe, I said. Stuttering like an immature child, God, how bloody embarrassing. Shit, there he goes, wrapping himself tight with that towel, still eyeing me, questioning eyes wandering up and down my body. I hope he doesn't take in too many details, the way my body is tense, how ridge I am, he'll see right through me, he'll notice the bulge he's causing.
His eyes widen suddenly.
FUCK!
God, why is this happening to me? I really should NOT be here right now... yes I should be in a different room, school, hemisphere, anywhere! I try to move but then I notice that...
He's blushing.
Harry Potter just blushed when he saw the 'state' I was in.
Harry POTTER just blushed when he saw that I had a boner!
And I can't help it, it's like a natural reflex or something, yes, I can feel it forming. A smirk is immediately placed on my face.
His eyes snap up to meet my face, his blush intensifies, and I can see him rise to the occasion. Oh God. I can feel the smirk disappear and my jaw drops open. I think he notices my reaction, opposed to his growing problem, and he hastily tries to adjust the towel. But I saw it.
What does it all mean? Should I make the first move? Should I step forward and take him in my arms and make him mine over and over again so nobody else ever can? Would he even let me?
He's moving forward slightly. Oh man, this is it. He's watching me warily, trying to take in everything about me, I think. He keeps on moving towards me, every step brings him feet closer to where I stand. Should I try and back up? Escape the gaze that's been haunting me? He reaches out a hand, places it on my shoulder. I flinch lightly, and glance over at where his bare hand is resting on my body. I feel tingly sensations, and he isn't even touching my skin, yet. Yet?
Now he's speaking to me, but I can't make out the words, even though he's so close. My heartbeat is all I can hear, the bloods rushing through my ears, to my face. Now it's me who's blushing. And I swear, something possesses me, I'm moving against my will, or maybe following my subconscious, my every wish might come true, if he just kisses me back. And my lips rest on his, in that split second where I couldn't think straight. And now I worry because we aren't moving, and I try not to pull back because this is where I want to be.
But he starts to respond.
And I'm kissing Harry Potter.
It seems so innocent in this moment, and I can't believe I'm even thinking coherently. I don't know who is kissing with more force, but I start to feel desperate, and I'm sure he feels it through my kisses, but he's responding still. And he's moaning now. I really don't know where to put my hands, he only has a towel on. But who really cares, I've already seen him naked. His hands are in my hair, and I guess that's a nice place to put my own, so they are sneaking up his back, lovingly touching his neck, tangling in his hair. So soft his black hair is, who ever would have guessed?
He's pulling back; I can feel him gasping for breath against my lips. So now it's over. He won't want anything to do with me, this was a fluke. His hands are still in my hair, why isn't he letting go? His hands are roaming over my face, pushing the long blonde strands away behind my ears. Why is he still touching me?
And suddenly, it's him who makes the first move. He claims my lips once more, and I can't help but think how perfect they fit together. But now the kisses have an urgency that even I can detect. And he's pulling at my clothes, my shirt, my belt, my pants, and I'm contemplating undoing that knot that's been driving me crazy. All I want is to have Harry naked again. It seems he wants to see me in all my glory as well.
And his hands are moving incredibly fast, while his lips follow the same pace. If I hadn't seriously been in love with him before this moment, then now would be when he took my heart. And to think, I'm supposed to be the ice-cold, heartless bastard. Shirts off, pants are pulled down, he steps back. I feel extremely exposed. He gasps at my chest, and I look down.
Oh shit. Witnessing a naked Harry Potter just pushed everything out of my mind. Kissing him made me forget. But him looking down and running his hands all over my chest makes me remember. I can't really do anything but kind of smile and say, "You aren't the only one that's scarred, Potter." And he is glancing up at my face and my chest, horrified expression firmly planted on his face. "There is nothing I can really do about it, Harry." This is said much more softly.
And his hands still run along every scar, thin or thick, till he asks in a whisper, "But...how? Why?!" All I can do his grasp his hand, bring it to my lips and kiss it, just to answer his questions, because with him touching me, I really can't think. All I say is, "Father..." but trail off and glance at him, but he's not looking at me. I grab his chin to force him to look, to see the REAL me, but his eyes aren't focused. I can see a blind rage that has taken over him, and he's tense, but all I want is him to kiss me again, for him to make me forget again. So, I undo his towel, and push him back into the shower. Steaming hot water starts to run, and I start to massage his shoulders, begging whomever it is that's taken a hold of him to let him relax. Which he does under my ministrations.
And he does something I never expected anybody to ever do.
Harry Potter is kissing my scars. His lips are on my chest, and every one that he sees is kissed gently. Now he turns me around and gets the ones on my back. The ones on my legs are next, and I can't control the noises coming from my mouth. His mouth now moves along the curve of my shin, to knee, to my thigh, moving higher and higher, to where he's face to face with what made him realize he wants me. ME, Draco Malfoy. And he's not blushing anymore. But he is naked once again, and I'm just as naked. And I'm moaning aloud, saying his name, he's taking all of me.
Fin
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Notes: Yay. I finished! So, how was it? Review! The shower sequence is over, but I'm keeping the summary, cause I like it. I already wrote the next "chapter" and I must say, it's quite different from this one. All I have to do is write the follow up story, then I shall post. Please review you guys! And, I hope the grammar and spelling wasn't too atrocious, and hopefully the story went a long nicely. This is unbeta'd. And oh yeah, see... this is R, and the sexual situations were strictly implied, so hopefully nobody gets pissed off and reports me. Thanks for reading. – Rivere Fenix
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes: Well, my intention is to finish up on the last chapter. More details, more dialogue, and its ALL in Draco's point of view. This is the last "shower" chapter, although I'm still not changing the summary, cause I like it. The others will first be a short 'out-line' like chapter one was, and then a follow up story, such as this one. Hope you all enjoy, hopefully you like my idea and the direction this is heading in. Remember that this is a SLASH story, so if you don't like the idea of two boys getting it on, then I advise you to leave. Oh yeah, there is some language in this that might offend some. But remember this IS rated R for something. Basically, there is language and slight sexual situations.
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BEEEEEEEEEEEP
"And Harry Potter has caught the snitch!"
FUCK.
Of COURSE Harry fucking Potter caught the snitch. Who else ever does? Stupid bastard has to go and win EVERYTHING, doesn't he? And it comes so effortlessly to him, doesn't it? And, of course, he just has to look so bloody good in gold and red robes. How the hell did he start doing this to me?
Those insufferable Gryffindors streamed out of the bleachers, bursting with team pride. They make me want to gag. The Weasels are jumping up and down, multiplying in a few short seconds. Will they ever stop reproducing? Honestly!
You all have probably already guessed that I am the one and only Draco Malfoy. If you haven't, well... we are not all blessed with sharp wit. I of course belong to the Slytherin Quidditch team and I am the captain, naturally. And have yet to beat Potter. But I will. Oh, yes, I will. One of these days...
He's flying around the pitch, doing victory laps... flying around in my mind, chanting "I'm too good for you." Bastard. Grinning like that stupid cat in that muggle cartoon movie, the girls are swooning and flocking to where he is about to land. I flat out refuse to act lovesick like one of them. I reject any silly notion that enters my mind, with him and me together. It just won't happen. He's just too good, so pure, so very VERY Gryffindor, through and through. But I can't stop the fact that every little thing he does, he is on my mind... driving me crazy. Yet, he doesn't even know it. I mean really, who would have ever guessed that THE Draco Malfoy is THAT way? Popping boners whenever Harry FUCKING Potter walks by? The way he swings his hips slightly, his eyes glaze over in fury when he looks at me, his fists clench when I say his name... yeah, he has no clue what he does to me. And I plan on keeping it that way.
I don't even know why they are rejoicing the way they are because its not THAT hard to beat Ravenclaw. I mean, in all fairness, I could catch the snitch in my sleep. That Chang girl is hopeless, the beaters are worse than Goyle and Crabbe, and the chasers fly around like they have their heads cut off. Who ever recruited them, I plan to make them an honorary Slytherin for bumping us up one spot in achieving the Quidditch Cup. Although they might not be very honored, I could really care less.
Harry's making his way to Cho, grinning still. She looks bashful and blushes like a little schoolgirl. Oh wait, she is one. See Harry? You don't need someone like that! All squishy and short, blushing left and right, stuttering out your name cause they are so flustered that they can hardly create a coherent thought, let alone a sentence, in your presence. But oh yeah, I forget, if Harry ever smiled at me like THAT, I would be just as bad if not worse. Although, I have a MUCH nicer body than any of them, for I have no squishy parts, thank GOD, and I am taller than Potter is.
Besides, I know naturally how to please him. It's like second nature to pleasure myself, therefore pleasuring any guy won't be that hard.
Wait, I should stop that train of thought... no silly notion on how it would be like to take Harry and fu-
Oh, what the hell? I need to get release one way or another. No way will I let some clingy Hufflepuff touch me, let alone any other girl, for I hardly get a rise out of them. And for the boys, they just DON'T do it for me. Believe it or not, I am extremely picky. I like them tall, but shorter than me, with brown, almost black, hair that is extremely wild and there is no chance of taming it, let alone him. Green eyes that reflect and catch every little motion that I do. A grin that lights up any hallway, whose feet echo around in my mind night and day...
Yeah, there I go again. Going off into my reality. I like it there the best.
So I DO wonder what it would be to take Harry Potter and fuck him all night long, never resting. To suck him dry and get him up again. I wonder if he has the type of stamina that keeps someone going on and on and on. Where if you were locked in a random room, he would keep someone, okay ME, rocking for hours on end. I wonder what he sounds like when he comes. If he's the shouting or quiet type. And I wonder if he's a virgin like me. Never allowing someone unworthy to touch him...
But really, it's useless to think those thoughts, isn't it? I mean, I feel the unresolved sexual tension, the electric shock that goes through me, but who am I to say he feels the same? But it doesn't matter, nothing matters. I just have to get on with my life, forget Perfect Potter and his perfect life and everyone in it, everyone that isn't me.
Heading down to the Quidditch changing rooms. Slytherin practice, so we can beat those bloody Gryffindors. And I hear the shower running, who the hell would still be here this late? The water turns off as I walk by, someone's humming to a song only they can hear. Pulling away the curtain that hides them from prying eyes; jet-black hair is plastered to the boy's head. His shoulders are broad and his backside is NICE... I wonder who it is?
He turns around and... and green eyes lock with mine.
OH. SHIT.
His humming stops abruptly, and I seriously think I've died and gone to heaven. He's just standing there, completely naked, and I don't know what to do, or say, and I don't think I know how to move, or breathe, anymore.
I don't know how much time has passed, but I hope and pray he doesn't move before I get to mesmerize his entire body. Still standing, just looking at me. I'm not entirely sure I'm in focus because of those bloody glasses he wears, but seems to be without in this moment.
"Malfoy?" He asks, disbelieving. Damn! I don't know if I should respond... can I even speak? Seconds pass by, yes, that I can register. He seems to tense up when I say nothing, but I don't want to ruin this. I know I will if I open my mouth, please, PLEASE, don't make me say anything that will piss him off.
"Y...Yes?" Oh, well, that seems safe enough. I'm surprised he hasn't moved yet, just standing with that BEAUTIFUL body of his, water droplets running down the length of him, and o God, I think I'm drooling.
He's moving, reaching for a towel, shivering a bit, but I don't know if its because he's cold or because of the look in my eyes. I shift a little, trying desperately to move in some direction but my body refuses to respond. Please, Harry, don't cover yourself is all I want to say, but when do what I mean to say ever come out the way I want it to? I just don't want to push him farther away, not now.
I wonder why he's not cursing me, fighting me, yelling at me to go away. And I wonder why he's still standing there, letting me stare, but I bet he's trying to understand why I'm there in the first place.
"What are you doing here?" Direct, isn't he? Honestly, having a naked Harry Potter right in front of me, and he expects me to say something. But, of course, he doesn't realize what kind of effect he's having on me.
"I...uhh, Quidditch practice." Is all, I believe, I said. Stuttering like an immature child, God, how bloody embarrassing. Shit, there he goes, wrapping himself tight with that towel, still eyeing me, questioning eyes wandering up and down my body. I hope he doesn't take in too many details, the way my body is tense, how ridge I am, he'll see right through me, he'll notice the bulge he's causing.
His eyes widen suddenly.
FUCK!
God, why is this happening to me? I really should NOT be here right now... yes I should be in a different room, school, hemisphere, anywhere! I try to move but then I notice that...
He's blushing.
Harry Potter just blushed when he saw the 'state' I was in.
Harry POTTER just blushed when he saw that I had a boner!
And I can't help it, it's like a natural reflex or something, yes, I can feel it forming. A smirk is immediately placed on my face.
His eyes snap up to meet my face, his blush intensifies, and I can see him rise to the occasion. Oh God. I can feel the smirk disappear and my jaw drops open. I think he notices my reaction, opposed to his growing problem, and he hastily tries to adjust the towel. But I saw it.
What does it all mean? Should I make the first move? Should I step forward and take him in my arms and make him mine over and over again so nobody else ever can? Would he even let me?
He's moving forward slightly. Oh man, this is it. He's watching me warily, trying to take in everything about me, I think. He keeps on moving towards me, every step brings him feet closer to where I stand. Should I try and back up? Escape the gaze that's been haunting me? He reaches out a hand, places it on my shoulder. I flinch lightly, and glance over at where his bare hand is resting on my body. I feel tingly sensations, and he isn't even touching my skin, yet. Yet?
Now he's speaking to me, but I can't make out the words, even though he's so close. My heartbeat is all I can hear, the bloods rushing through my ears, to my face. Now it's me who's blushing. And I swear, something possesses me, I'm moving against my will, or maybe following my subconscious, my every wish might come true, if he just kisses me back. And my lips rest on his, in that split second where I couldn't think straight. And now I worry because we aren't moving, and I try not to pull back because this is where I want to be.
But he starts to respond.
And I'm kissing Harry Potter.
It seems so innocent in this moment, and I can't believe I'm even thinking coherently. I don't know who is kissing with more force, but I start to feel desperate, and I'm sure he feels it through my kisses, but he's responding still. And he's moaning now. I really don't know where to put my hands, he only has a towel on. But who really cares, I've already seen him naked. His hands are in my hair, and I guess that's a nice place to put my own, so they are sneaking up his back, lovingly touching his neck, tangling in his hair. So soft his black hair is, who ever would have guessed?
He's pulling back; I can feel him gasping for breath against my lips. So now it's over. He won't want anything to do with me, this was a fluke. His hands are still in my hair, why isn't he letting go? His hands are roaming over my face, pushing the long blonde strands away behind my ears. Why is he still touching me?
And suddenly, it's him who makes the first move. He claims my lips once more, and I can't help but think how perfect they fit together. But now the kisses have an urgency that even I can detect. And he's pulling at my clothes, my shirt, my belt, my pants, and I'm contemplating undoing that knot that's been driving me crazy. All I want is to have Harry naked again. It seems he wants to see me in all my glory as well.
And his hands are moving incredibly fast, while his lips follow the same pace. If I hadn't seriously been in love with him before this moment, then now would be when he took my heart. And to think, I'm supposed to be the ice-cold, heartless bastard. Shirts off, pants are pulled down, he steps back. I feel extremely exposed. He gasps at my chest, and I look down.
Oh shit. Witnessing a naked Harry Potter just pushed everything out of my mind. Kissing him made me forget. But him looking down and running his hands all over my chest makes me remember. I can't really do anything but kind of smile and say, "You aren't the only one that's scarred, Potter." And he is glancing up at my face and my chest, horrified expression firmly planted on his face. "There is nothing I can really do about it, Harry." This is said much more softly.
And his hands still run along every scar, thin or thick, till he asks in a whisper, "But...how? Why?!" All I can do his grasp his hand, bring it to my lips and kiss it, just to answer his questions, because with him touching me, I really can't think. All I say is, "Father..." but trail off and glance at him, but he's not looking at me. I grab his chin to force him to look, to see the REAL me, but his eyes aren't focused. I can see a blind rage that has taken over him, and he's tense, but all I want is him to kiss me again, for him to make me forget again. So, I undo his towel, and push him back into the shower. Steaming hot water starts to run, and I start to massage his shoulders, begging whomever it is that's taken a hold of him to let him relax. Which he does under my ministrations.
And he does something I never expected anybody to ever do.
Harry Potter is kissing my scars. His lips are on my chest, and every one that he sees is kissed gently. Now he turns me around and gets the ones on my back. The ones on my legs are next, and I can't control the noises coming from my mouth. His mouth now moves along the curve of my shin, to knee, to my thigh, moving higher and higher, to where he's face to face with what made him realize he wants me. ME, Draco Malfoy. And he's not blushing anymore. But he is naked once again, and I'm just as naked. And I'm moaning aloud, saying his name, he's taking all of me.
Fin
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Notes: Yay. I finished! So, how was it? Review! The shower sequence is over, but I'm keeping the summary, cause I like it. I already wrote the next "chapter" and I must say, it's quite different from this one. All I have to do is write the follow up story, then I shall post. Please review you guys! And, I hope the grammar and spelling wasn't too atrocious, and hopefully the story went a long nicely. This is unbeta'd. And oh yeah, see... this is R, and the sexual situations were strictly implied, so hopefully nobody gets pissed off and reports me. Thanks for reading. – Rivere Fenix