A Slytherin's Satisfaction
Disclaimer: Characters and all that good stuff belong to J.K. Rowling. No, I don't own either Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter, because if I did, I would force them out of the closet and into the Great Hall... during dinner. On the Head Table. Smearing each other with chocolate syrup and whip cream (cliché) and then they would be lick each other clean with their very talented tongues. And then AFTER that, I would have them.... (Okay, I'll be stopping now, before this disclaimer becomes X-rated.)
A/N: Hey, you guys! Oh man, I am SO sorry for keeping you all waiting, but my computer was reformatted, and I lost EVERYTHING. All the other stories I had planned for this story. So, I went into a sad-stage in where I didn't even want to think about it, because then I would have gotten so frustrated with the person who reformatted my lovely computer, without my knowledge, which was my brother. So kill him, send him death threats, if you want. But, good news (at least for my family and me... an unhappy me is not a good one to be around). I'm happy now! So, to thank you all, I've decided to start writing again. Besides, I wrote 2 other stories for this, and rewrote one of the ones that I had prior to "The Big Delete", and I really want you all to read those and tell me what you think. They are SO - well you will have to wait and see. But I think you will like them (if you've liked my other stuff!) Anyway, I came back to and read my reviews - and I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone!
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Silent-sounds: This story is composed of a lot of one-shots. A one-shot is just a one-chapter story. Now, because I complicate things, my one-shots that are in two chapters. The first chapter is an outline, to keep the readers guessing and wanting more (I hope) It lets them use their imaginations. The second chapter is what actually happens (at least in my world/mind). So think of it like this, every ODD numbered chapter, is a NEW story. Hopefully this explanation helps you out, because you said this was sort of confusing in your review.
Second A/N: Thank you to those who went to and reviewed to 'My Wicked Entries'. That is so incredibly awesome, and I thank you. Also, to those who added me to their favorites list. I haven't been that honored in a LONG time. Okay, so if any of you have read this, I'm sure you are wondering when I will get to the story part... and that would be now.
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Rendezvous in Random Closet
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"...And remember, Mr. Malfoy, Prefect meeting tonight."
Aww, shit, I forgot I still had to go to those.
"Yes, Professor Snape, I'll remember."
He's looking at me as if he can see right through me. Like he's spotted the bullshit lie in my mind, but really, who cares? Surely I don't.
"Just close the door, Mr. Malfoy."
As you wish, master. What a prick.
OAF!
Owwwww. What the bloody hell was that?!?
Why is it still ON ME?
Oohh.. it's kinda warm.
I look up from my (most likely) very unflattering position on the floor and come face to face with... god damnit. HIM! And on TOP of me. Oh no. No no no - this will not do.
Shoving Potter off of me took quite a lot of effort. So I guess he's got quite a build under those elephant skins that I will never acknowledge as clothing. Pity I've never known. Oh, EW, I did NOT just think that.
"Fantastic, Potter. Can't you watch were your fucking going?" I reach up to check the damage done to my hair to find, horror of all horrors, that it's disarrayed. All over the place.
"Jesus! Malfoy! YOU were the one to walk into ME!"
His face shows a mixture of pain (from landing –hopefully- very hard on his ass when I pushed him off) and amusement (most likely at my predicament. What a jackass. And HE'S the Golden Boy?) And on his lips, a smirk. A MALFOY smirk. Oh... he will pay.
"What are you smirking at?" He takes in how I look, or so I'm guessing, because his eyes are traveling up my legs, which are both spread in front of me, to my stomach, which can be seen pretty nicely because of the clingy silk shirt I've donned this morning. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and I don't know what he sees, but he's breath hitches. What the hell?
He's standing, and I'll be damned if I'm the one looking up at him (again) damn it!
As I get up, I say something, but I didn't really think about it. It just sort of happened... came out... naturally. And, boy, it must have hit one of Potter's nerves, because my head is stinging from the impact of how it hit the wall, and my body is being supported by his arms (strong) and my tiptoes. His face is a few inches from mine (perfect skin) and he smells good (oh God...) He's yelling at me, but I can't really understand, he's so close that his words echo around in my mind, but nothing seems to make sense. All I see is green.
"Such pretty eyes you have, Potter." Oh, fuck, I must have hit my head harder than I thought. He's looking at me as if I've lost my mind, or he has, because his hands are traveling from my neck to the stone wall behind me. He's bracing himself with those two strong arms beside each side of my head, and his body is pressing... into mine. Why am I shaking? What the bloody fuck is happening? Why am I breathing like this? Why is he licking his lips?
He shifts slightly and he's creating the perfect friction (is he doing this on purpose?) His body is still so warm. His hands come to rest on my shoulders, and he's still moving against me. Well... if I would have known that he wanted a humping post, I would have offered years ago.
His face is moving closer to mine, and I don't know if he wants to kiss or not, but his lips surpass my face and rest on my cheek. He's trailing kissing to my ear. Oh – Jesus, his kisses feel good. "Why are you doing this to me?"
I'm the one moving against his body now, and we fit SO right. Rutting slowly against one another, I ask right back, "Why exactly am I doing to you..." as an after thought, "...Harry?" I practically purr out his name. Shit, when did I become wanton?
He groans, at I don't know what. Maybe he thought I was being annoying, or his name sounds too sexy on my lips, but he is smiling now. I, me, Malfoy, Draco, am being smiled at by Harry Potter, himself. I never knew this day would come. Then again, I never knew we would be dry humping against one another the way we are now. My... he's a big boy.
His head falls back as he lets out a wild moan. I take the chance to speed up, and move to kiss his neck. Mmm... his sweat is kind of sweet. I like that. I'm branding him, right at where his neck meets his shoulder. I wonder if anybody else ever has. I've never seen it before. And I wonder if anyone can hear him, he's being very vocal. Oh god, what if Snape can hear us?!?!
"Harry..." My breathing is hard and I'm panting across his neck. "Mmm... Harry?" He's finally quieted down enough to actually hear me.
"What is it?" He pants right back.
Inhaling the smell of his hair (Mmm... apples) I say, "Snape might be able to hear you." A dawning expression crosses his face and he actually has the grace to blush. Oh, I'm falling in love.
He's moving away, and all I want to do is grab him and create that friction again, but he's still pulling away. I didn't mean to stop, Potter! Harry... come back!
He's reaching out to me, taking my hand in his, and even they fit together, perfectly. Who knew?
"Come..." Oh god, Harry, don't say that to me in that bed room voice. If we had gone a little while longer, there would be quite the mess in my pants, right now. "...We're not alone." We're not? Really?
So that's how far gone I've been...
He puts his hands over my eyes, as if he's planned where he's taking me. We're walking slowly, my right hand trailing along to stone wall, since I still don't trust Potter enough to actually lead me into a wall (unintentionally of course, for I doubt that the very large bulge in his pants is making him think ill thoughts of me.) He's pressed up against my back, and on purpose or not, I'm enjoying it very much. I can feel a toned chest along my shoulderblades, warm breath on my neck, his longish hair brushing against my ear, cock in the small of my back, his legs hitting the back of my knees. And normally I would mind someone being so close to me, but right now I don't know anything but keeping the closeness. Or lack of distance. Am I making any sense? That could be because Potter here has rattled my brain. Or given me the hardest erection of my life. No matter, just as long as he takes care of that, by way of hand or mouth or... however he likes.
He's stopping, and pulling me against him so I don't walk any further. Have I already said he's warm? It makes me feel fuzzy inside. That is most improper feeling for a Malfoy to feel. His hands uncover my eyes and I come face to face with a beautiful door with intricate designs. He reaches around me and pulls the door open that leads to... nothing. It's a closet, with a trunk inside. Ahh... this will certainly do! Just let it be known that Malfoy's don't need roses and candies to be wooed. Just give me a strapping Harry Potter who's made for fucking me, and an enclosed space where we can get it on. All is good. All is just dandy!
Shit. I shouldn't be saying things like that, even in my own mind.
And fuck, he's like a drug. Dandy? What respectable Malfoy says dandy? This is ludicrous. This is absolutely... oh god! Yes Harry, do that again!
Hot, wet kisses are pressed against my neck, moving up, closer, and finally, our first kiss. Its official, I've lost my mind. Because not only was I, at first, just dry humping Harry, I'm now CALLING him Harry, I've been led to a deserted closet by him, all the while thinking absolute nasty thoughts and liking it. And now I'm kissing Potter, or Harry, and enjoying it. And moaning into it. And he's hands are traveling all over my body, feeling me up, and all I can think of is that it feels so good.
His hands are pressing into my skin, and he suddenly gets so much more warmer. Our closet heats up another few degrees, and it feels like he's ignited a fire in me.
His kisses get deeper, desperate, and I can't help but respond just as hard. Because we probably both feel the same. This is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
He pulls away, to pull off the shirt that I've un-tucked from his pants. I would have done it myself, but I'm already on my knees. For my first time, I think I'm doing a pretty good job. It's just like a lollypop. Just bigger and longer and throbbing. I stop sucking for a second, and he lets out the most delicious sound that I almost jump on him and force him in, even with my pants still on, but I want to try something. Brilliant ideas always hit me when I'm horny.
I sit him down on that extremely convenient trunk. His pants are down around his ankles, and I would say that his boxers are around his knees, if he had some on. But he didn't. I think that that information just made me even harder. I pull his pants off all the way, along with his shoes and socks.
He's sitting with his elbows locked and his hands behind him; his head propped against the inside of the closet. He's fully naked and at my disposal, staring at me through half lidded eyes. I stand, fully clothes still. Initiate: Brilliant Idea.
Strip dancing without music is quite difficult. Shrugging off robes, peeling off sweaters, and stepping out of pants in a very closed space isn't my idea of fun. But watching Harry's eyes grow the size of saucers at all the skin in front of him was quite hilarious. I would have laughed if I could get any other sound out of my month besides several sets of moans at different levels of intensity and range. Watching Harry watch me has to be the most erotic thing I've ever done. On my knees again, I think I like being here, for Harry. I love causing those noises come out of him. And just thinking about him coming...
But not yet. I have plans for him. I plan to rock this closet like a ship in a storm. I also plan to fuck Harry Potter for the rest of my natural life. The thing's he's whispering rapidly in my ear give me the impression that he wants the same thing.
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Notes: Aha! Hello ALL! I am SO SORRY to have kept you all waiting, and I hope this chapter makes up for my absence. It's been a full month, and I've decided that is much too long to keep between updates, so therefore, I will update need Sunday. Hopefully you will all watch out for that! And if I get lots of reviews begging for a faster update then... you never know. ::wink wink:: (I'm serious, too)
Other notes: I went rereading the stories that I've posted here, and I caught something I've never caught before. In the first chapter, I think the part where Draco has a lot of scars is very vague. I HOPE that none of you guys got the impression that he cut himself. It was actually abuse, which is bad, but not as bad as self-mutilation. So hopefully, nobody thought that, and if you did, then hopefully chapter 2 cleared some stuff up. And if it DIDN'T then now you know! Draco didn't cut himself! Okay, thank you all so much for reading! Please excuse the mistakes (if there is any... which I'm sure there is) Review!
BTW: Harry was top, Draco was bottom, BUT Draco was ON TOP and Harry was still sitting. I think it gives it a nice little twist, because Draco didn't want to be topped (not in the sexual way, at least, in the very beginning) So there you have it! Not a lot of detailed sex, for this is and I would probably be reported if there was! So please don't report me!
The word dandy is dedicated to Kate, who kept me laughing the entire time I wrote this. Sorry I didn't use: "oh yes, Harry, harder, this is dandy... dandy dandy dandy, HARDER Harry!" like I said I would... but you know! I had to cut it off at some part!
Thank you all once again!
-Rivere Fenix