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Chapter 7 – Devilishly Lusty
"Snogging," he replied very apathetically. His tone wasn't how he was feeling on the inside thought. For only and hour ago he had just been in the best snog session of his life. And it was with the sexiest, most sought-after boy in all of Hogwarts next to him. Life was good.
"Who?" Blaise wanted every single, juicy, delicious detail of how he had become so messy. His hair was tousled, lips so very red and swollen, eyes lusty, skin glistening, and there was a nicely sized love bit on his neck.
"Harry fucking-gorgeous Potter," he smirked as he saw all their eyes widen immediately. 'No fucking way,' they all thought. 'Draco did not just snog Potter.' He was being stared at with disbelief.
"Bullshit," Pansy stated.
"Nope. He gave me the nice mark on my neck." Damn, it felt good when Potter did that. He was bleeding amazing for a guy that had only kissed one person before in his entire life.
"How? You hate each other," Millicent tilted her head in confusion.
"Simple. Physical attraction." He found Potter practically irresistible since that night in the Hogwarts garden. And daydreaming in detention. And pouting on the floor of Sevvie's bedchambers. And, oh hell with it, just about everywhere else.
"What'd you do to make him agree?" Blaise couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. Him and Seamus was one thing. Potter and Draco was a totally different other.
"Just some convincing," Draco had that stupidly arrogant smirk back on his annoyingly charming face again.
"Quit it with the three word answers." Not fair. Interrogating the blonde boy was becoming less and less fun each time they did it.
"Nope. I don't wanna." He crossed his arms and moved the couch to the floor pouting.
"Hey! I made you say four words!" Bulstrode pointed her finger at him happily. People could be such morons sometimes.
"`Kay. I wan' go sleep. Night," he walked off to his own room, leaving Blaise to following after him, begging him endlessly for details.
"Pleaseeeeee, `Co? I wanna hear every detail of what that gorgeous fox did to you." Now Zabini was freaking him out, terribly. He really needed a little chat with Finnegan about putting this into Blaise's head, or elsewhere.
"No more kinky fantasy novels for you, Blaise. No more at all. Either you stop asking me for details or I will burn all those book of yours," Draco warned. Ooohhh... that shut the boy up immediately. Bloody sweet.
"Meanieeeeeee!!!!" he pouted. Blaise decided not to listen, but instead, he followed Draco all the way to the dorm, poking him between the shoulder blades all the way.
While Draco was in the shower lusting over Harry, his best friend was busy hiding all his books where nobody, not even Draco, would be able to find them. /Thank God for hiding places, / he thought. (A/N: At least he's not in the shower jabbing Draco's back.)
Blaise sat there on his own contemplating how to get Draco to spill the details. Torturing would do, perfectly. Poking and jabbing the spot between his shoulder blades continuously, to be exact. He lay in his own bed until he finally saw Draco slip beneath his covers and Operation: Get Yummy Details on Harry Potter the Gorgeous Fox began. (A/N: I know it sounds stupid. =])
He cast a silencing spell first and jumped. "Dracooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Tell meeeeeeee!!!! Come onnnnnnnn!!!!!! I'm dying here all `cause you won't spill a few bloody details!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't want to be the cause of your very best friend's death do you??????" Blaise jabbed Draco while pleading in the highest, whiniest, most babyish pitch ever.
"Que la baise? WHAT THE FUCK???!!! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! That fucking hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get out of my bed and go back to sleep!!!!!! Owwwwwwww!!!! Quit poking meeeeee!!!!" Draco howled in pain. It was kinda funny come to think of it.
"Pleaseeeee??? It's only a few bloody details!!!!!" ::mock sniffles:: "Don't you trust meeeee????" He poked his best friend some more. Draco smirked into his pillow. Only a few bloody details, huh?
"If it's only a few bloody details, why do you even want it? You could always get more from someone else you know," Draco said coyly. Blaise just poked him more.
"Hey! You're trying to trick me!!!! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee `Co?? Just tell meee!!!!" Zabini pouted and jabbed him more. "I'm not asking for much. Just pleaseeeeeee tell meee!!!!" He used his irresistible puppy eyes and poked him even more.
"I'm not in Slytherin for nothing." ::smirks:: "Owwwwwwwwww!!!!!! Quit bloody poking me!!! Go away!!!!!!" he cried in a very annoyed tone and threw Blaise back onto his own bed. "Damn... I'm going to be so badly buried in the morning."
The next morning after breakfast and an hour before Potions, Draco was frustrated, but not just I-didn't-get-enough-sleep-last-night frustrated. He was bloody-Potter-teased-me-too-much-last-night, sexually frustrated. Very sexually frustrated. He paced through the halls and just his luck; Potter was walking into his direction down the opposite hall.
Harry was in need of an energy boost after being kept up half the night by Seamus asking him for those bloody details. And a snog session would be the perfect cure. The very perfect cure. Luckily, Malfoy was just down the hall. Grinning, he walked a bit faster, pushed the blonde Slytherin to the nearest wall, and their lips came crashing down into a bruising kiss.
Tongues wrestled each other, teeth bit lips, books were dripped, and blood was drawn. Draco could taste the metallic, coppery flavor of his blood mixed with Potter's. Instead of being disgusted, he wanted more. It was rough, different, but good. Real good.
Harry's tongue held the taste of the red liquid. Blood, as it was called. And he liked it. He craved more. 50 minutes before Potions started. Enough to for a lot of things. A whole lot.
"You like playing rough, huh?" Draco sneered playfully pushing the raven-haired body towards the opposite wall. He was teasing. It was a bit successful too. But only a bit.
`He better like it.`
[Kinky...]
`What are you trying to do? Scar me for life??? `
[What if I am?]
`EWWWWWW!!! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PERVY OLD COOT!!!`
[HAHAHAAHAHAHA... you actually fell for it!!!]
`Shut up.`
He just smirked and let himself get pushed. "Why? Are you in need of more persuasion?" Draco's plan backfired. Potter was beating him at his own game! Too bad he couldn't resist it.
Draco kissed him roughly, lapping up the blood from before. "Answer your question?" Harry grinned and latched their lips together once more. The felling of those soft, tender lips against his felt like heaven on earth.
He'd pretty much forgotten about shagging the boy. Kissing Harry Potter was quite enough for now, but he couldn't help but to wonder how the very fuckable boy would be in bed. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by something real. Potter's manly, yet gentle and warm hands were against his cold bare back, loosening his muscles.
"Man, Malfoy, tense much?" Harry pulled apart from Malfoy's delicious mouth and walked so he was facing the blonde's back. To help him relax a bit, he started massaging the guy's back not so innocently. He would never say so, but he had a bit of an intention for doing this too. You all call it flirting; he had kindly titled it "playfully teasing."
'Yeah, thanks to your very cruel seducing last night, Potter,' Draco bitterly thought.
[My, isn't somebody a sour prat today.]
`Yeah, you are. `
[Nice one, you're touchy too.]
`You're not going to leave me alone today, are you? `
[Definitely not. Not until you learn actual morals.]
`Well, this feels good, so it's gotta be good. Moral enough for you? `
[You've got the morals of a three-year-old brat.]
`So be it. `
"Got interrogated by Parkinson and the lot of them last night, Blaise begging me for details of what happened last night," Harry merely raised an eyebrow. "They asked. I simply answered. Nothing special."
"I ended up huddled in a corner. Hermione pieced it together. Seamus begged for details. Ron fainted." Draco smirked happily.
"Always considered Finnegan a slut, but not a perverted little girl. Oh, right there." Harry got the spot between his shoulder blades. Zabini wouldn't quit poking him there last night, knowing Draco hated that the most of all.
"Just a guess, Zabini jabbed at that spot the most," he nodded. "Gahhhh... I'd hate that while I was trying to sleep."
"You know you didn't get away from Finnegan without a bruise either. Where'd he torture you?" Harry pouted. He'd never say a word of what he was doing while he was missing ever again. They headed into an unused Potions classroom.
The raven-haired boy perched himself on one of the desks. Draco stood for a while, then placed himself between the boy's slim thighs, and started tickling him for no apparent reason.
"Nooo!!! Stop it!!!! Owwwwwwww!!!!" Harry laughed in between each word.
"Awww... Is ickle Potter afraid of being tickled?" Draco drawled.
"No... Seamus wouldn't quit poking my abs last night," he lifted his shirt up revealing a medium sized purple bruise where he'd been tickled. "See?" he asked innocently. He waved his hand in Malfoy's face to get his attention.
Draco was too busy staring at the tanned, glistening, baby soft skin on top of the rock-hard muscle to notice the bruise. Nicely cared muscle too.
`Yummy. `
[Snap out of it. He's going to consider you crazy.]
He shook his head, making his hair all messy, like he had been freshly snogged by a certain sexy Gryffindor, but then again, he was about to be snogged.
"Oh..." was all he said. "Potter, what do you want to do? You've got me all to yourself in an empty room for pretty much the next 45 minutes."
"Depends on what you want to do. Call me Harry, `kie?" He pushed Draco out of the way and hopped on the desk to sit in a dazed position on the shiny, nicely cleaned floor.
"`S Draco to you now." He sat on the floor next to Harry and kissed him deeply, tongue and all. "A bit more of that will do for me. You got me all horny last night thanks to that bloody flirting."
To be continued....
Thanks for reading!!! Continue? Or game over? I'm kinda stuck in writer's block right now and am in a very lazy phase so... I don't know when you're going to get Chapter 8. Review please =)
Chapter 7 – Devilishly Lusty
"Snogging," he replied very apathetically. His tone wasn't how he was feeling on the inside thought. For only and hour ago he had just been in the best snog session of his life. And it was with the sexiest, most sought-after boy in all of Hogwarts next to him. Life was good.
"Who?" Blaise wanted every single, juicy, delicious detail of how he had become so messy. His hair was tousled, lips so very red and swollen, eyes lusty, skin glistening, and there was a nicely sized love bit on his neck.
"Harry fucking-gorgeous Potter," he smirked as he saw all their eyes widen immediately. 'No fucking way,' they all thought. 'Draco did not just snog Potter.' He was being stared at with disbelief.
"Bullshit," Pansy stated.
"Nope. He gave me the nice mark on my neck." Damn, it felt good when Potter did that. He was bleeding amazing for a guy that had only kissed one person before in his entire life.
"How? You hate each other," Millicent tilted her head in confusion.
"Simple. Physical attraction." He found Potter practically irresistible since that night in the Hogwarts garden. And daydreaming in detention. And pouting on the floor of Sevvie's bedchambers. And, oh hell with it, just about everywhere else.
"What'd you do to make him agree?" Blaise couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. Him and Seamus was one thing. Potter and Draco was a totally different other.
"Just some convincing," Draco had that stupidly arrogant smirk back on his annoyingly charming face again.
"Quit it with the three word answers." Not fair. Interrogating the blonde boy was becoming less and less fun each time they did it.
"Nope. I don't wanna." He crossed his arms and moved the couch to the floor pouting.
"Hey! I made you say four words!" Bulstrode pointed her finger at him happily. People could be such morons sometimes.
"`Kay. I wan' go sleep. Night," he walked off to his own room, leaving Blaise to following after him, begging him endlessly for details.
"Pleaseeeeee, `Co? I wanna hear every detail of what that gorgeous fox did to you." Now Zabini was freaking him out, terribly. He really needed a little chat with Finnegan about putting this into Blaise's head, or elsewhere.
"No more kinky fantasy novels for you, Blaise. No more at all. Either you stop asking me for details or I will burn all those book of yours," Draco warned. Ooohhh... that shut the boy up immediately. Bloody sweet.
"Meanieeeeeee!!!!" he pouted. Blaise decided not to listen, but instead, he followed Draco all the way to the dorm, poking him between the shoulder blades all the way.
While Draco was in the shower lusting over Harry, his best friend was busy hiding all his books where nobody, not even Draco, would be able to find them. /Thank God for hiding places, / he thought. (A/N: At least he's not in the shower jabbing Draco's back.)
Blaise sat there on his own contemplating how to get Draco to spill the details. Torturing would do, perfectly. Poking and jabbing the spot between his shoulder blades continuously, to be exact. He lay in his own bed until he finally saw Draco slip beneath his covers and Operation: Get Yummy Details on Harry Potter the Gorgeous Fox began. (A/N: I know it sounds stupid. =])
He cast a silencing spell first and jumped. "Dracooooooooooo!!!!!!!! Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Tell meeeeeeee!!!! Come onnnnnnnn!!!!!! I'm dying here all `cause you won't spill a few bloody details!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't want to be the cause of your very best friend's death do you??????" Blaise jabbed Draco while pleading in the highest, whiniest, most babyish pitch ever.
"Que la baise? WHAT THE FUCK???!!! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! That fucking hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get out of my bed and go back to sleep!!!!!! Owwwwwwww!!!! Quit poking meeeeee!!!!" Draco howled in pain. It was kinda funny come to think of it.
"Pleaseeeee??? It's only a few bloody details!!!!!" ::mock sniffles:: "Don't you trust meeeee????" He poked his best friend some more. Draco smirked into his pillow. Only a few bloody details, huh?
"If it's only a few bloody details, why do you even want it? You could always get more from someone else you know," Draco said coyly. Blaise just poked him more.
"Hey! You're trying to trick me!!!! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee `Co?? Just tell meee!!!!" Zabini pouted and jabbed him more. "I'm not asking for much. Just pleaseeeeeee tell meee!!!!" He used his irresistible puppy eyes and poked him even more.
"I'm not in Slytherin for nothing." ::smirks:: "Owwwwwwwwww!!!!!! Quit bloody poking me!!! Go away!!!!!!" he cried in a very annoyed tone and threw Blaise back onto his own bed. "Damn... I'm going to be so badly buried in the morning."
The next morning after breakfast and an hour before Potions, Draco was frustrated, but not just I-didn't-get-enough-sleep-last-night frustrated. He was bloody-Potter-teased-me-too-much-last-night, sexually frustrated. Very sexually frustrated. He paced through the halls and just his luck; Potter was walking into his direction down the opposite hall.
Harry was in need of an energy boost after being kept up half the night by Seamus asking him for those bloody details. And a snog session would be the perfect cure. The very perfect cure. Luckily, Malfoy was just down the hall. Grinning, he walked a bit faster, pushed the blonde Slytherin to the nearest wall, and their lips came crashing down into a bruising kiss.
Tongues wrestled each other, teeth bit lips, books were dripped, and blood was drawn. Draco could taste the metallic, coppery flavor of his blood mixed with Potter's. Instead of being disgusted, he wanted more. It was rough, different, but good. Real good.
Harry's tongue held the taste of the red liquid. Blood, as it was called. And he liked it. He craved more. 50 minutes before Potions started. Enough to for a lot of things. A whole lot.
"You like playing rough, huh?" Draco sneered playfully pushing the raven-haired body towards the opposite wall. He was teasing. It was a bit successful too. But only a bit.
`He better like it.`
[Kinky...]
`What are you trying to do? Scar me for life??? `
[What if I am?]
`EWWWWWW!!! GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PERVY OLD COOT!!!`
[HAHAHAAHAHAHA... you actually fell for it!!!]
`Shut up.`
He just smirked and let himself get pushed. "Why? Are you in need of more persuasion?" Draco's plan backfired. Potter was beating him at his own game! Too bad he couldn't resist it.
Draco kissed him roughly, lapping up the blood from before. "Answer your question?" Harry grinned and latched their lips together once more. The felling of those soft, tender lips against his felt like heaven on earth.
He'd pretty much forgotten about shagging the boy. Kissing Harry Potter was quite enough for now, but he couldn't help but to wonder how the very fuckable boy would be in bed. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by something real. Potter's manly, yet gentle and warm hands were against his cold bare back, loosening his muscles.
"Man, Malfoy, tense much?" Harry pulled apart from Malfoy's delicious mouth and walked so he was facing the blonde's back. To help him relax a bit, he started massaging the guy's back not so innocently. He would never say so, but he had a bit of an intention for doing this too. You all call it flirting; he had kindly titled it "playfully teasing."
'Yeah, thanks to your very cruel seducing last night, Potter,' Draco bitterly thought.
[My, isn't somebody a sour prat today.]
`Yeah, you are. `
[Nice one, you're touchy too.]
`You're not going to leave me alone today, are you? `
[Definitely not. Not until you learn actual morals.]
`Well, this feels good, so it's gotta be good. Moral enough for you? `
[You've got the morals of a three-year-old brat.]
`So be it. `
"Got interrogated by Parkinson and the lot of them last night, Blaise begging me for details of what happened last night," Harry merely raised an eyebrow. "They asked. I simply answered. Nothing special."
"I ended up huddled in a corner. Hermione pieced it together. Seamus begged for details. Ron fainted." Draco smirked happily.
"Always considered Finnegan a slut, but not a perverted little girl. Oh, right there." Harry got the spot between his shoulder blades. Zabini wouldn't quit poking him there last night, knowing Draco hated that the most of all.
"Just a guess, Zabini jabbed at that spot the most," he nodded. "Gahhhh... I'd hate that while I was trying to sleep."
"You know you didn't get away from Finnegan without a bruise either. Where'd he torture you?" Harry pouted. He'd never say a word of what he was doing while he was missing ever again. They headed into an unused Potions classroom.
The raven-haired boy perched himself on one of the desks. Draco stood for a while, then placed himself between the boy's slim thighs, and started tickling him for no apparent reason.
"Nooo!!! Stop it!!!! Owwwwwwww!!!!" Harry laughed in between each word.
"Awww... Is ickle Potter afraid of being tickled?" Draco drawled.
"No... Seamus wouldn't quit poking my abs last night," he lifted his shirt up revealing a medium sized purple bruise where he'd been tickled. "See?" he asked innocently. He waved his hand in Malfoy's face to get his attention.
Draco was too busy staring at the tanned, glistening, baby soft skin on top of the rock-hard muscle to notice the bruise. Nicely cared muscle too.
`Yummy. `
[Snap out of it. He's going to consider you crazy.]
He shook his head, making his hair all messy, like he had been freshly snogged by a certain sexy Gryffindor, but then again, he was about to be snogged.
"Oh..." was all he said. "Potter, what do you want to do? You've got me all to yourself in an empty room for pretty much the next 45 minutes."
"Depends on what you want to do. Call me Harry, `kie?" He pushed Draco out of the way and hopped on the desk to sit in a dazed position on the shiny, nicely cleaned floor.
"`S Draco to you now." He sat on the floor next to Harry and kissed him deeply, tongue and all. "A bit more of that will do for me. You got me all horny last night thanks to that bloody flirting."
To be continued....
Thanks for reading!!! Continue? Or game over? I'm kinda stuck in writer's block right now and am in a very lazy phase so... I don't know when you're going to get Chapter 8. Review please =)