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Chapter 8
"This is purely physical right?" Harry asked cautiously. No strings attached was good. Nobody gets hurt. Everybody wins. It was a smart idea. This way, he wouldn't end up like last time.
"Yup, why? You hinting?" Draco winked. He sat deep in thought for a minute.
`What is this anyway? Just a crush? `
[What ever you want it to be.]
`I'll take it as a physical attraction then. `
[Go ahead and knock yourself out.]
"Naww... I just don't want it to end up like last time. Forget I even asked," he snaked an arm around Draco's waist and the emotion in his eyes changed from sadness to lust. It didn't go unnoticed though.
"Why? What happened?" Draco asked. Then to lighten the mood, Draco mock-gasped, "How dare anyone hurt the one and only Harry Potter?"
That earned him a bit of a grin from Harry. "It was nothing, just forget it. I just made a big mistake is all. Saw how wrong I was. How wrong I was to always have been so trusting towards other people. Now less talking, more kissing. Perhaps Snape will stumble in upon us again. By 'accident,' of course."
The Gryffindor kissed him and the moment their lips touched, a jolt of electricity ran through both bodies. Feeling the hurt of energy, they put their all into it. As the Slytherin explored Harry's mouth, he tasted his new favorite flavor, the flavor of the fresh fruit Harry had eaten for breakfast and Harry's own special flavor. Delicious. 'No!' he thought. 'I have to find out what happened to my new acquaintance first! What happened to make him so upset?'
[Maybe you do have morals after all.]
He pulled away from the energetic, eager boy in his arms. Potter pouted. He was having fun. With the look on his face, he asked, "What was that for?"
"You never told me what happened that caused you to think it was all a big mistake. We are like friends now, you know. I wanna know a bit more about you before we continue on like this."
"Well... I don't really want to talk about it." Harry pulled himself off Draco and sat on the floor cross-legged. His intense green eyes found a random spot on the ground and focused on it.
"Tell me when you're ready. Until then, this is just a special convenience between acquaintances or just fucking around," Draco reluctantly bargained. "Now get back here. We've got forty minutes left to blow off."
"How about giving your new acquaintance a nice massage then? Pretty pretty please with a snog session on top? Seamus kept poking at my back last night too," Harry used his very-hard-to-resist puppy eyes and much to Draco's dismay, it worked.
"You don't play fair, Potter!" Malfoy playfully whined. Stupidly adorable puppy eyes. He'd never let anyone know about this, but he had a very inconvenient soft spot for puppy eyes. Especially Harry's.
"No one ever said I played fair," Harry smirked happily.
"Trickster, shirt off," he raised an eyebrow. "You don't want your clothes all wrinkled do you?"
"Uh huhh... like you really don't want to see it off..." Bloody annoying smirk made Draco want to jump him right there. "Cause you're giving me the impression that you do, but that's okay."
"Either do it or no massage at all and you can just sit on me for the rest of the time we're here like a lost puppy." Stupid pout. Now Draco remembered why he didn't do inter-House relation ships. Immature gorgeous guys that made you want to ravish them when all they were doing was pouting stubbornly like a little child.
Harry finally gave in, even though getting Malfoy – no, Draco – all sexually frustrated was fun. (A/N: ::rolls eyes:: Boys... always out to get the best of each other. For fuck's sake, don't you wish they'd just grow up already? No offense to all the guys out there reading this, but you know you're competitive. X] so, on with the story.)
Being seductive this early in the morning was going to be interesting. He stood up and let his robe slip off his shoulders, falling gracefully to the floor. As his tie came off with his jumper, Draco fell into a trance at the oh-so sexy sight.
And off with the shirt, which he unbuttoned one by one with his long, slender fingers. It slid off his shoulders elegantly, making a white puddle of clothe on the floor. Harry stood there in all his glory. Smooth, glistening, tanned skin over lean, rock-hard muscle.
"Salazar, Potter! Work out much?" Draco exclaimed. Harry blushed and crossed his slim, but nicely built arms over his chest, trying shyly to cover up.
"Umm.... Only Quidditch, and it's not Potter, its Harry," he answered. "Where do you want me to sit or lay down?"
"Flat on your stomach on a desk," `so I can see your cute arse too,` he added in his dirty mind. Harry did just that, his arms padding his head from the hard table, closing his eyes softly, long, muscled, slender legs hanging off the table. He looked almost like a fallen angel.
`Whooa... Potter –no, Harry – is sooo not angelic! `
[Then why are you staring at him like that? ]
`'Cause he's got a cute arse. `
[Shallow brat. What ever you say.]
`Oh, shut up already. `
Draco worked his magical hand across the warm, unblemished, baby soft skin, loosening the tense, unbelievably hard muscle. There was not an ounce of fat in that delectable boy's body. As he ran his eyes over the back of the raven-haired Gryffindor's torso, he found a tattoo of a rather handsome, big black dog named Padfoot on his right shoulder blade.
"Oof, right there!!! I kinda fell off my bed last night from a nightmare and that spot hit the floor first," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Hey Harry, who's Padfoot?" Draco asked curiously. If he was a dog, he'd jump Padfoot in a second. "He'd make a rather handsome bloke, if you're into that ruggedly sexy look."
"For a forty-year-old man, he was. If you say a word on this to anyone, I'm going to have your head on a bloody silver platter. He was innocent. They only cleared his name after he died. AFTER he bloody DiED! Sirius Black was innocent all along. Thirteen fucking years in Azkaban for being innocent. He was my Godfather. That dog on my right shoulder blade was the unregistered Animagus form of my Godfather. Padfoot was his nickname. There, you know now." A silent, unnoticed tear rolled down Harry's cheek. It hit the floor and splashed up for a while than just dissolved into the wood.
"Whoaaa... You're telling me that ex-convicted murderer, Sirius Black was/is your Godfather?" Harry only nodded. In a very unMalfoy-like manner, Draco fainted dramatically.
/I just hope this works,/ Harry thought as he hopped off the table, still shitless and leaned down to kiss the unconscious blonde boy. He placed a soft, gentle kiss on his new companion's soft, pink lips. Getting no reaction, he picked his head up to pull away when all of a sudden, a hand tangled itself into his hair and crashed their lips back together roughly.
To be continued...
Hope ya liked the chapter! Review please. I'm going to post Chapter 9 up as soon as I get Chapter 11 started. I don't know when that'll be, but ask for a teaser, leave your screen name if I don't have it and you'll get one, savvy? Thanks for reading. Byeee! =)
Chapter 8
"This is purely physical right?" Harry asked cautiously. No strings attached was good. Nobody gets hurt. Everybody wins. It was a smart idea. This way, he wouldn't end up like last time.
"Yup, why? You hinting?" Draco winked. He sat deep in thought for a minute.
`What is this anyway? Just a crush? `
[What ever you want it to be.]
`I'll take it as a physical attraction then. `
[Go ahead and knock yourself out.]
"Naww... I just don't want it to end up like last time. Forget I even asked," he snaked an arm around Draco's waist and the emotion in his eyes changed from sadness to lust. It didn't go unnoticed though.
"Why? What happened?" Draco asked. Then to lighten the mood, Draco mock-gasped, "How dare anyone hurt the one and only Harry Potter?"
That earned him a bit of a grin from Harry. "It was nothing, just forget it. I just made a big mistake is all. Saw how wrong I was. How wrong I was to always have been so trusting towards other people. Now less talking, more kissing. Perhaps Snape will stumble in upon us again. By 'accident,' of course."
The Gryffindor kissed him and the moment their lips touched, a jolt of electricity ran through both bodies. Feeling the hurt of energy, they put their all into it. As the Slytherin explored Harry's mouth, he tasted his new favorite flavor, the flavor of the fresh fruit Harry had eaten for breakfast and Harry's own special flavor. Delicious. 'No!' he thought. 'I have to find out what happened to my new acquaintance first! What happened to make him so upset?'
[Maybe you do have morals after all.]
He pulled away from the energetic, eager boy in his arms. Potter pouted. He was having fun. With the look on his face, he asked, "What was that for?"
"You never told me what happened that caused you to think it was all a big mistake. We are like friends now, you know. I wanna know a bit more about you before we continue on like this."
"Well... I don't really want to talk about it." Harry pulled himself off Draco and sat on the floor cross-legged. His intense green eyes found a random spot on the ground and focused on it.
"Tell me when you're ready. Until then, this is just a special convenience between acquaintances or just fucking around," Draco reluctantly bargained. "Now get back here. We've got forty minutes left to blow off."
"How about giving your new acquaintance a nice massage then? Pretty pretty please with a snog session on top? Seamus kept poking at my back last night too," Harry used his very-hard-to-resist puppy eyes and much to Draco's dismay, it worked.
"You don't play fair, Potter!" Malfoy playfully whined. Stupidly adorable puppy eyes. He'd never let anyone know about this, but he had a very inconvenient soft spot for puppy eyes. Especially Harry's.
"No one ever said I played fair," Harry smirked happily.
"Trickster, shirt off," he raised an eyebrow. "You don't want your clothes all wrinkled do you?"
"Uh huhh... like you really don't want to see it off..." Bloody annoying smirk made Draco want to jump him right there. "Cause you're giving me the impression that you do, but that's okay."
"Either do it or no massage at all and you can just sit on me for the rest of the time we're here like a lost puppy." Stupid pout. Now Draco remembered why he didn't do inter-House relation ships. Immature gorgeous guys that made you want to ravish them when all they were doing was pouting stubbornly like a little child.
Harry finally gave in, even though getting Malfoy – no, Draco – all sexually frustrated was fun. (A/N: ::rolls eyes:: Boys... always out to get the best of each other. For fuck's sake, don't you wish they'd just grow up already? No offense to all the guys out there reading this, but you know you're competitive. X] so, on with the story.)
Being seductive this early in the morning was going to be interesting. He stood up and let his robe slip off his shoulders, falling gracefully to the floor. As his tie came off with his jumper, Draco fell into a trance at the oh-so sexy sight.
And off with the shirt, which he unbuttoned one by one with his long, slender fingers. It slid off his shoulders elegantly, making a white puddle of clothe on the floor. Harry stood there in all his glory. Smooth, glistening, tanned skin over lean, rock-hard muscle.
"Salazar, Potter! Work out much?" Draco exclaimed. Harry blushed and crossed his slim, but nicely built arms over his chest, trying shyly to cover up.
"Umm.... Only Quidditch, and it's not Potter, its Harry," he answered. "Where do you want me to sit or lay down?"
"Flat on your stomach on a desk," `so I can see your cute arse too,` he added in his dirty mind. Harry did just that, his arms padding his head from the hard table, closing his eyes softly, long, muscled, slender legs hanging off the table. He looked almost like a fallen angel.
`Whooa... Potter –no, Harry – is sooo not angelic! `
[Then why are you staring at him like that? ]
`'Cause he's got a cute arse. `
[Shallow brat. What ever you say.]
`Oh, shut up already. `
Draco worked his magical hand across the warm, unblemished, baby soft skin, loosening the tense, unbelievably hard muscle. There was not an ounce of fat in that delectable boy's body. As he ran his eyes over the back of the raven-haired Gryffindor's torso, he found a tattoo of a rather handsome, big black dog named Padfoot on his right shoulder blade.
"Oof, right there!!! I kinda fell off my bed last night from a nightmare and that spot hit the floor first," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"Hey Harry, who's Padfoot?" Draco asked curiously. If he was a dog, he'd jump Padfoot in a second. "He'd make a rather handsome bloke, if you're into that ruggedly sexy look."
"For a forty-year-old man, he was. If you say a word on this to anyone, I'm going to have your head on a bloody silver platter. He was innocent. They only cleared his name after he died. AFTER he bloody DiED! Sirius Black was innocent all along. Thirteen fucking years in Azkaban for being innocent. He was my Godfather. That dog on my right shoulder blade was the unregistered Animagus form of my Godfather. Padfoot was his nickname. There, you know now." A silent, unnoticed tear rolled down Harry's cheek. It hit the floor and splashed up for a while than just dissolved into the wood.
"Whoaaa... You're telling me that ex-convicted murderer, Sirius Black was/is your Godfather?" Harry only nodded. In a very unMalfoy-like manner, Draco fainted dramatically.
/I just hope this works,/ Harry thought as he hopped off the table, still shitless and leaned down to kiss the unconscious blonde boy. He placed a soft, gentle kiss on his new companion's soft, pink lips. Getting no reaction, he picked his head up to pull away when all of a sudden, a hand tangled itself into his hair and crashed their lips back together roughly.
To be continued...
Hope ya liked the chapter! Review please. I'm going to post Chapter 9 up as soon as I get Chapter 11 started. I don't know when that'll be, but ask for a teaser, leave your screen name if I don't have it and you'll get one, savvy? Thanks for reading. Byeee! =)