DISCLAIMER: Nothing has changed since Monday... don't own Harry, nor Draco
*sniffle sniffle*
WARNING: Same old same old, save for some semi-explicit sex and
insinuations.
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With the sound of running water in the backround, drowning out any noises that wouldn't want to be heard, Harry and Draco began to undress each other. Draco, becoming impatient with the slow pace Harry was content to move at, placed his hand at the collar of Harry's shirt and tugged roughly downward, scattering buttons everywhere.
Harry stepped back and looked around, "We're going to have to clean this all up then."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Shut up Potter, I'm trying to work my magic here."
Harry blushed, "Oh, right."
Draco grabbed Harry around the waist, pulling him closer. Then, slowly, he slid the opened shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. As he slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth once more, his hands casually began to travel downward, and when they reached the other boy's sides, Harry jumped slightly. Draco laughed, "You're ticklish, aren't you?"
"You're turn to shut up," with that he tugged Draco's shirt over his head and began to kiss him vigorously once more.
Draco's hands tentatively began to undo the button on Harry's trousers.Placing his hand's on Harry's hips, Draco gently pressed him against the the cool wall, and began to leave a trail of kisses down his front, starting at the neck, and finishing just above the zipper to his pants. He paused to grin evilly at Harry before undoing the zipper with his mouth, letting his pants fall around his ankles. Harry was preparing himself for the strangest sexual experience he would have up until this point in his life, when suddenly he heard laughter from below. "What the hell is so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing just... nice boxers..." he stifled another laugh.
Harry looked hurt, "Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll just go..."
Draco placed his hand on the bulge in Harry's boxers, stoping him dead in his tracks, "I don't think so."
Without moving his hand, his fingers began to grasp the material and with one swift jerk, Harry was completely naked. For a brief moment, they looked at each other, their breathing coming in ragged gasps, then Harry spoke, "Are you sure?"
Draco smirked, "Oh, I'm fine, I'm just worried about you."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, then closed in rapture as Draco lightly began to blow a warm current of air on his navel, and slowly worked his way down until he took him into his mouth. Harry let out a short moan as he tangled his hand into Draco's silvery strands of hair, already slightly damp with sweat.
He marveled at how slow and methodical Draco's actions were, almost as if he'd done this sort of thing before. Knowing exactly where to place his tongue and the fact that he was gentle despite his forceful nature surprised Harry even more.
Draco could feel the pressure building in his mouth as Harry teetered on the edge of exploding. He was deciding whether or not to finish what he had started just yetHe could also feel his own pleasure building, even though his stiff pants were painfully restraining him. For a moment, he feared that he had burst into his boxers, because his legs felt moist. He stopped suddenly and looked down.
"Don't stop," Harry gasped, barely above a whisper.
Draco stood up slowly, and they both looked at his pants, which were soaked from the knees down. Harry's eyes, however were on a different location as he placed his hand at the waist of Draco's pants and unbuttoned them, letting his hand graze Draco's own bulge.
"Get a little too excited there, did you?" he murmered softly into Draco's ear.
"Yes, but that's not why I stopped. Look down."
"I already did," Harry said, sounding a little confused.
"No, the floor."
Harry glanced to the floor where a small puddle was forming around their feet, then to the bathtub, which was slightly overflowing. Draco strode over and turned the water off while Harry used his wand to clear away the overflow of water.
Harry turned to Draco, who at the moment was sliding his pants down his legs. His breath caught in his throat as Draco began to take off his boxers, streaks of hair plastered to his face, the steam surrounding his slender body resembling a glowing aura.
Draco gingerly stepped into the bathtub, then turned to face Harry, "Are you going to just stand there with your mout open, or will you be joining me?" He smirked.
Harry took a deep breath... there was no turning back after this.
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"Well Potter, that was just... wow," Draco was speechless as they both sat on the bathroom floor, fully clothed again.
Harry's face was still flushed as he looked mournfully down at his shirt, "It was grand, splendid, magnificent... now help me fix my shirt."
Draco sighed and waved his wand, "Reparo."
Once Harry's shirt had returned to it's original state, they stood up and prepared to leave. Draco gently touched a bright red mark on the side of Harry's neck, "We're going to have to start thinking up really good lies."
Harry nodded, "They'd never understand. Just wish I was better at lying."
"Just explain that you had a nasty encounter with a giant leech in the second floor girls bathroom, works everytime," Draco said, smiling mischeviously.
Harry laughed, but still looked nervous.
Draco's gaze softened, "Don't worry about it, they probably won't even notice."
Harry smiled and nodded. They looked at each other for a moment, before Harry jumped, "I better get back, it's almost morning, and if Madam Pomfrey wakes up and I'm not there..."
"Right... I'll leave first, then you wait five minutes before going, incase anyone sees."
Draco turned to leave, but Harry caught his arm, pulling him back into a tight embrace, and kissed him one last time. The blond Slytherin stumbled out into the hallway, feeling a little dazed, and left for his common room.
Harry waited for what seemed like forever before leaving the bathroom. He was congradulating himself on his ability to sneak around without his invisibility cloak when he entered the Hospital Wing. The first step inside brought the shuffling of feet and a light clicking on. The second step brought an angry confrontation with Madam Pomfrey.
"Potter, where have you been? You're not supposed to leave your bed! And... why do you smell like lavender?"
Harry began to stutter over his words, somehow feeling that no giant leech was going to get him out of this one.
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ROCK!!! Sorry this one was so short, but we felt that if we didn't post soon, we'd be killed by an angry mob of H/D shippers... which is never fun. Yes, we tried to make this as hot and steamy as possible... and there will be another chapter, because as long as there is a gay relationship, and Draco has psychological problems, there will be angst to write about. please review...we love reviews with our very hearts and souls, they make us feel warm and fuzzy inside, brighten our day and... need I say anymore?
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With the sound of running water in the backround, drowning out any noises that wouldn't want to be heard, Harry and Draco began to undress each other. Draco, becoming impatient with the slow pace Harry was content to move at, placed his hand at the collar of Harry's shirt and tugged roughly downward, scattering buttons everywhere.
Harry stepped back and looked around, "We're going to have to clean this all up then."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Shut up Potter, I'm trying to work my magic here."
Harry blushed, "Oh, right."
Draco grabbed Harry around the waist, pulling him closer. Then, slowly, he slid the opened shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. As he slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth once more, his hands casually began to travel downward, and when they reached the other boy's sides, Harry jumped slightly. Draco laughed, "You're ticklish, aren't you?"
"You're turn to shut up," with that he tugged Draco's shirt over his head and began to kiss him vigorously once more.
Draco's hands tentatively began to undo the button on Harry's trousers.Placing his hand's on Harry's hips, Draco gently pressed him against the the cool wall, and began to leave a trail of kisses down his front, starting at the neck, and finishing just above the zipper to his pants. He paused to grin evilly at Harry before undoing the zipper with his mouth, letting his pants fall around his ankles. Harry was preparing himself for the strangest sexual experience he would have up until this point in his life, when suddenly he heard laughter from below. "What the hell is so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing just... nice boxers..." he stifled another laugh.
Harry looked hurt, "Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll just go..."
Draco placed his hand on the bulge in Harry's boxers, stoping him dead in his tracks, "I don't think so."
Without moving his hand, his fingers began to grasp the material and with one swift jerk, Harry was completely naked. For a brief moment, they looked at each other, their breathing coming in ragged gasps, then Harry spoke, "Are you sure?"
Draco smirked, "Oh, I'm fine, I'm just worried about you."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise, then closed in rapture as Draco lightly began to blow a warm current of air on his navel, and slowly worked his way down until he took him into his mouth. Harry let out a short moan as he tangled his hand into Draco's silvery strands of hair, already slightly damp with sweat.
He marveled at how slow and methodical Draco's actions were, almost as if he'd done this sort of thing before. Knowing exactly where to place his tongue and the fact that he was gentle despite his forceful nature surprised Harry even more.
Draco could feel the pressure building in his mouth as Harry teetered on the edge of exploding. He was deciding whether or not to finish what he had started just yetHe could also feel his own pleasure building, even though his stiff pants were painfully restraining him. For a moment, he feared that he had burst into his boxers, because his legs felt moist. He stopped suddenly and looked down.
"Don't stop," Harry gasped, barely above a whisper.
Draco stood up slowly, and they both looked at his pants, which were soaked from the knees down. Harry's eyes, however were on a different location as he placed his hand at the waist of Draco's pants and unbuttoned them, letting his hand graze Draco's own bulge.
"Get a little too excited there, did you?" he murmered softly into Draco's ear.
"Yes, but that's not why I stopped. Look down."
"I already did," Harry said, sounding a little confused.
"No, the floor."
Harry glanced to the floor where a small puddle was forming around their feet, then to the bathtub, which was slightly overflowing. Draco strode over and turned the water off while Harry used his wand to clear away the overflow of water.
Harry turned to Draco, who at the moment was sliding his pants down his legs. His breath caught in his throat as Draco began to take off his boxers, streaks of hair plastered to his face, the steam surrounding his slender body resembling a glowing aura.
Draco gingerly stepped into the bathtub, then turned to face Harry, "Are you going to just stand there with your mout open, or will you be joining me?" He smirked.
Harry took a deep breath... there was no turning back after this.
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"Well Potter, that was just... wow," Draco was speechless as they both sat on the bathroom floor, fully clothed again.
Harry's face was still flushed as he looked mournfully down at his shirt, "It was grand, splendid, magnificent... now help me fix my shirt."
Draco sighed and waved his wand, "Reparo."
Once Harry's shirt had returned to it's original state, they stood up and prepared to leave. Draco gently touched a bright red mark on the side of Harry's neck, "We're going to have to start thinking up really good lies."
Harry nodded, "They'd never understand. Just wish I was better at lying."
"Just explain that you had a nasty encounter with a giant leech in the second floor girls bathroom, works everytime," Draco said, smiling mischeviously.
Harry laughed, but still looked nervous.
Draco's gaze softened, "Don't worry about it, they probably won't even notice."
Harry smiled and nodded. They looked at each other for a moment, before Harry jumped, "I better get back, it's almost morning, and if Madam Pomfrey wakes up and I'm not there..."
"Right... I'll leave first, then you wait five minutes before going, incase anyone sees."
Draco turned to leave, but Harry caught his arm, pulling him back into a tight embrace, and kissed him one last time. The blond Slytherin stumbled out into the hallway, feeling a little dazed, and left for his common room.
Harry waited for what seemed like forever before leaving the bathroom. He was congradulating himself on his ability to sneak around without his invisibility cloak when he entered the Hospital Wing. The first step inside brought the shuffling of feet and a light clicking on. The second step brought an angry confrontation with Madam Pomfrey.
"Potter, where have you been? You're not supposed to leave your bed! And... why do you smell like lavender?"
Harry began to stutter over his words, somehow feeling that no giant leech was going to get him out of this one.
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ROCK!!! Sorry this one was so short, but we felt that if we didn't post soon, we'd be killed by an angry mob of H/D shippers... which is never fun. Yes, we tried to make this as hot and steamy as possible... and there will be another chapter, because as long as there is a gay relationship, and Draco has psychological problems, there will be angst to write about. please review...we love reviews with our very hearts and souls, they make us feel warm and fuzzy inside, brighten our day and... need I say anymore?