Written by: Blissful Darkness
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I have no more many than two cents that sit in my bookbag. So, I could not possibly be JKR.
Author's note: Ninth installment! I am SO sorry that this chapter came out so short. I think it is because I didn't get as many reviews I had hoped for. So think about it folks, if you review (longer reviews too) then I will write longer chapters filled with Slashy goodness. Hehehe. Plus, this chapter is a bit smutty. Tell me what you liked… what you didn't like. I wasn't so sure about how I wrote the two… but yeah. Oh! Almost forgot. If anyone is willing to beta my chapters, please leave your email address in your review. I have a problem with catching my own typos. Like in the last chapter. It said ham instead of harm, but I fixed it. Draco and Harry will be replying to some of the reviews and thanking all others whose review's they did not answer.
Harry- To Snoopy Sayles: Heh. For a minute there I thought your pen name was droopy sails. Heh. Sorry, I think I might have been a blonde in my past life. Yeah, I thought I would be depressed too when I woke up… but how could I be depressed when Draco's cuddling me?
Draco- twitches Must you bring up that humiliating moment in my life? To TheArtDisarray – Yes, that did sound ridiculous, didn't it? Well, Blissful fixed it nonetheless. She wanted to leave it in, but she didn't want people to think that was actually supposed to be in there. Ham will not come to us. snorts
Blissful- Shut up Draco before you start sounding like someone from the middle class.
Harry- snickers Yeah Draco, when did you start snorting? Heh, on to passionate pixie: Blaise knows the other dragons because there was a Guardian somewhere far back in his heritage. Yeah, weird isn't it. Pansy just knows the Guardians because she goes everywhere with Daisy-Blaisey.
Draco- winces I suggest you not call Blaise that when he's around. Okay, to redfox13: You didn't review chapter eight. sticks tongue out You should have reviewed for that one, then you would have made Blissful happy. THEN she wouldn't have stuffed Potter and me into a closet with a dozen of different flavored whipped cream cans.
Blissful- XD
Harry- That was fun… to Anux: Yes, poor Draco was raped. By his father, too. And by Moldymort. sighes Wish I could have helped him.
Draco- glares Shut up Potter. If I wanted your heroism and pity, then I would have asked for it. To redfox13: Wait. Why am I replying to you again? You don't deserve my words. Oh. Heh. You reviewed chapter eight. Sorry. hides
Harry- falls over laughing You just made a completely arse out of yourself, Draco.
Draco- Shut up and thank the people, Potter, before I strangle you.
Harry- twitches Thanks to the following reviewers who reviewed! Amerie, Mitsuki Ashya, Allaye Riddle, KatFay, Jess the Pirate, driven to insanity, Angel-Wings6, tessa3, Largo-sensei, woodzgurrl, DemonRogue, firestar, Dragon Firefairy, theTigersFire, Midnight Ryder, AloraBraken, violet7amethyst, Mistress Vamp, Ashes of Stars, dmweasley,
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Gather round kiddies. It's story time!
Mutts and Smut
Neither seemed to move, their lips still firmly locked. Draco seemed adamant to not move his lips any further. Once the shock melted, an evil smirk crossed Harry's mind. Without moving his lips, he pressed his body closer to Draco's. The blonde instantly moved backwards, his lips still glued to Harry's. Harry opened his eyes, only to meet Draco's defiant glare. Draco was determined not to make the next move, which required moving his lips.
With a mental chuckle, Harry moved forward once more. Draco moved away again. Harry repeated the process until he had backed Draco up against the wall. Draco writhed slightly, realizing that there was not a pocket of air between his and Harry's bodies. The temperature of the room rose as Harry ran his fingertips down the back of Draco's arm. A shiver wracked Draco's body as Harry's touch moved hellwards. Finally, as if an eternity had passed, Harry's fingertips slid across the small patch of scales that claimed Draco's forearm.
Draco gasped as the intense sensations rushed his senses, his spine becoming rigid. That was all Harry needed as he slid through Draco's slightly parted lips to explore the damp cave of the blonde's mouth. Draco retaliated, and the battle for dominance began. It seemed neither would surrender, so they found other means to dominate the other. Harry grabbed Draco by the (A/N: not what you are thinking) hands, lacing their fingers, before pulling their joined fists above their heads. Harry had effectively pinned Draco's arms to the wall. Draco attacked by rocking his hips forward, grinding his hips against Harry's. This elicited a groan from the Guardian.
A polite cough interrupted the heated moment, causing the two to immediately jump apart. Both of their faces were flushed from embarrassment and lack of oxygen. Albus Dumbledore stood at the top of the staircase that led to his astronomy room, an amused twinkle in his gentle blue eyes. He chuckled, that damnable all-knowing look on his face.
"Mr. Malfoy, your room has been prepared. It is two quarters from the Slytherin common room. Your mother expressed the wish to be in Ravenclaw, so she will be in the Ravenclaw tower," Albus said, barely containing the smile on his face.
Harry snorted, immediately covering his nose and mouth when Draco glanced in his direction. Did Draco know that his quarters would be right next to Harry's? One look at Dumbledore told him that Draco did not know. Harry could practically read the words in the Headmaster's eyes. Surprise him. He shook his head, glancing towards Draco. Draco was glaring at the floor, the faintest of blushes on his cheeks.
"Mr. Potter, why don't you show Draco to his quarters?" Dumbledore suggested, an innocent smile on his lips.
Draco immediately looked up, a death glare set in his expression to kill. Dumbledore was unfazed by the hate filled stare, instead dismissing them with a nod towards the door. Draco's lips thinned ever so slightly as they pressed into a thin line.
Harry shrugged and left the room—Draco following begrudgingly. The two walked in silence, Draco's footfalls heavy whilst Harry's could barely be heard.
"I don't like the idea of you being half of an animal. What if you get the crazy notion to bite me?" Draco drawled in his irritability.
Harry's eyes were blank in thought before a slow smirk curled his lips. "From what you said back in school, I figured you liked it rough," Harry purred in return.
It took a moment for Harry to realize that Draco had stopped dead in his tracks, his mercury gray eyes wide in astonishment. The raven-haired man turned, his gargoyle-like wings twisting around his lightly muscled form.
"Draco?" he called, unsure as to the reason why the blonde had stopped moving.
"Did you just smirk?" Draco asked, an incredulous expression on his face.
"Erm, no. I smiled slyly," Harry replied, his gaze shifting from anything and somehow avoiding Draco.
"But Harry Potter does NOT smirk," Draco retorted, his arrogance returning full speed.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and what I can't do?" Harry snarled, his emerald eyes narrowing.
"I'm Draco, here to tell you what you can and what you can't do," Draco replied in a smart-elec tone.
"Don't get smart with me, Draco," Harry warned.
"Too late, Potter. I have far more brain cells than you could ever have," Draco replied, a sneer in place.
"Draco…" the Guardian warned once again, his hands curling into fists.
"Ooo, scary Potter. You've got me shivering in my boots," Draco said, feigning fright.
"I'll give you something to shiver over," Harry growled under his breath before pinning Draco against the wall.
He ravished Draco's neck with his lips, his body pressed against the blonde's. An earth-shattering moan escaped Draco, causing him to throw his head back to allow Harry more access. Draco's hands roamed each and every contour of Harry's body, as if he were a blind man trying to identify another by only touch. Despite the fact that Draco was pressed firmly against the wall, he was still able to rotate his hips, causing a hiss of pleasure to escape Harry. Harry slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Draco's pants, committing a sinful act that caused a guttural moan to escape Draco's lips.
They froze, however, when they heard another presence. A meow sounded as light began to grow at the end of the corridor. Draco became rigid, his eyes wide with slight fear. "Potter, we have to move. It's Filch," Draco hissed, worry in his eyes.
"I'm way ahead of you," Harry said before pulling Draco through an old, rotting door.
Filch rounded the corner, scanning the area for intruders. Mrs. Norris meowed, her keen yellow eyes focused on the door. The ancient feline hissed, knowing what exactly was behind that door.
Draco sighed in relief, leaning his forehead against the door. "That man will scare us no matter how old we are," the blonde breathed.
"Uh, Draco?" came Harry's hesitant question as he prodded Draco's shoulder, which quickly irritated the pale blonde.
"What?" he growled.
"I'm not so sure this was a good place to hide," Harry said, a quake in his voice.
"And why do you say that?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"Because there are two three-headed dogs staring at us."
Draco spun around, his eyes widening somewhat comically before leaping into Harry's arms like a damsel in distress.
"RUN!"
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! I need to know what you thought about the smut.