b My first REAL Slash. I have another one, of course, but no real 'relationship' for the pairing. I'm not a Draco/Harry fan, just so you people know. But I wrote this for lj userbluemonkeyz8 because she writes some awesome fan fiction on these two, it almost converts me. Almost. /b
I kiss him... he kisses me and we move together. Hard, frantic, rough. It's wrong, disgraceful to my name. Horrid. My father would disown me.
But it feels so good, so right. He's my enemy, yet my lover. I can't stay away from him, it's the fifth time I've come to this self-righteous prick because I'm like a bitch in heat, it seems. Our anger fuels our passion, and he pushes himself into me. I gasp because he uses no lubricant, and it hurts like hell, but I push back for more. He bites my shoulder whispering, 'Draco' in that breathy voice that he uses right before he orgasms.
He gives a throaty gasp before pulling himself out and we explode together.
He never cums inside me, and I never express my disappointment that he doesn't, but it's there, and we both feel it.
We have no time to rest from our fucking, because the war rages on, and neither of us takes any chance. We don't trust each other completely, but we trust each other enough to do this.
"They'll attack at dawn," I say.
He nods before replying, "Hermione, Ron, Lupin, and Arthur are looking for you. It's been decided if you're caught---you'll be hung."
There's no tearful goodbyes, no hugs, no endearments. We just clean ourselves off, put on our clothes and walk away, because if we do anymore, if we look back, then we might not be able to let go.