Just something I wrote when I was bored, short
Draco/Harry, the musings of Draco during a meeting. Enjoy and of
course, review pwease!
WARNING: Slash. Rated M for a reason luffs
XD
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He knew it was so very wrong and cliché.
What they were doing. What they had become.
Enemies. Boys. Dark and Light. They weren't supposed to come together…it was probably against something somewhere. It would unravel soon. It would end with a horrible clash of knots and broken glass. Tears, pain, blood would all be included in this odd pairing. The results of this could only be bad, that fact was undeniable.
Draco couldn't help but think this every time he got an owl that told him to go somewhere at some time. He knew he shouldn't go, that it was better if he just got himself out of this as soon as possible. But every damned time he ended up in the specified classroom, tower, or what not.
It was like a drug.
Tonight it had been the charms classroom, a favorite spot of the other it seemed. At the stroke of midnight Draco had found himself in the disarray of desks. His reasoning may protest these meetings, but the blonde's body never did. How could he? He wanted those lips on his, green eyes staring into his silver ones.
No he didn't want it. He needed it.
He was late. Of course, when wasn't he? Five minutes later he would come waltzing in, a smirk on his lips as he pulled off his cloak. Sometimes he wouldn't wait to take the cloak off, just come in silently and start. It didn't matter, it all ended in the same way. Naked and sweaty, some cleaning charm needing to be muttered.
He did come soon enough. Draco turning at the sound of a moving desk, a small smile coming to his lips as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Hello Harry."
The other removed his cloak, shaking his head and laughing slightly as he took off his glasses and set them onto a desk. "Hello Draco." He turned his green eyes upward, arching up an eyebrow into bangs of mussed hair, a natural state of the black locks.
He advanced forward,
Draco reaching out his arms and drawing him close into a kiss.
Hungry. Passionate.
Soon ties were loosened, shirts ripped away, hands roaming without thought, nails raking, fingers pinching as they were dragged across skin.
A desk became
necessary to lean against as pants were kicked to the side and legs
became impossibly tangled.
Sweating. Grinding. Moaning.
If they were
caught it would be the end of everything, shattered.
Licking.
Kissing. Fingers entwining into hair.
They would be killed, embarrassed beyond belief. He would be disowned, cast out. No one would understand…that was certain. They would be outcasts; more so than they already were…the cons outweighed the pros in so many ways, why did they go on with this…this…what the hell could it be called anyway?
One of them gasped, before they both found places to bite into as eyes screwed shut as they reached a peak, a shoulder, an arm. They gripped each other as they held on, almost falling to the ground before the pleasure let them go, their breath long gone. They pulled apart, their states as he had predicted.
Draco was the one to mutter the charm as he reached for his clothing. He stood up, buttoning his shirt; watching Harry do the same. The boy who lived turned towards him with a small grin on his face, placing his glasses on once more.
"Tomorrow?"
No. Not ever again
It should be stopped, not continued…
"Yeah…tomorrow.
Harry nodded and pulled the cloak over him, disappearing from sight. Draco sighed and turned towards the door, intent on slipping out and making his way back to the dungouns before.
He was such an idiot…
Suddenly he was turned around and he felt lips on his once more, all thoughts were flung away once more, except one.
Fuck it all.