By: Wasted and Ready

Disclaimer: not mine.

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The Two Raisins

Harry was bored. Deeply and truly bored. He was sitting in the common room listening to everyone talk about their summers. Honestly, he didn't really care about their summers. He glanced discreetly at his watch. He had about two hours before he had to meet Draco in the forest. He sighed, looking towards Ron and Hermione bickering by the fireplace, which had been charmed to give off cool air instead of heat. Magical AC. He stood.

"Harry? Where are you going…" Neville asked Harry's back, who had not noticed that Neville was in the middle of telling him a fascinating story about one of his plants trying to chew his fingernail off.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go for a walk."

"Meeting someone?" Hermione asked innocently.

Harry didn't respond as he exited through the portrait. He wandered aimlessly through the corridors. Familiarizing himself with the many passageways once again. Happy to find them completely abandoned, people having already retired to their common rooms for the night. He eventually found himself near the lake. He stared down at his reflection. His inky hair was as messy as ever, he jewel eyes shining brilliantly in the moonlight. After a somewhat traumatic incident, in which he fell gracelessly over his own feet and shattered his glasses, the shards almost slicing his eyes, he opted for permanent vision correction. Hermione had been ecstatic. Though, even to this day he will not tell anyone why he suddenly decided to correct his vision.

He undid his shoe laces and slipped his socks off. After rolling his faded jeans to his knees, he waded into the water. It was pleasantly warm, almost like bathwater. Glancing at his watch again, he decided he still had plenty of time for a little skinny dipping. He walked back onto the sand and stripped nude. The moonlight made his tanned skin glow, gently defining his muscles. Once in the water he dived under, greatly enjoying the sensation of the water on his skin. He entertained himself with doing flips and turns underwater, pretending he was on his broom. However, he did shriek like a little girl when the giant squid surprised him by running a tentacle down his back. Harry earnestly believed the squid was a misunderstood creature. He really was just a gentle giant. Harry raced him, loosing by about 50 miles/hour. Oh well. He let himself drift back to the shore, riding the waves. Lying in the shallow water (secretly enjoying the sensation of the waves gently rolling over his buttocks), he waited to see Draco making his way towards the Forbidden Forest.

He didn't have to wait long, soon he saw a dark figure walking down the path. Draco was only given away by his blonde hair. Reluctant to leave the warm water, he decided just to stay there. But he still needed to get Draco's attention somehow, so he did the first thing that came to mind. He started making sex noises. Loud, raunchy, animalistic sex noises.

He moaned sensually, crying out, "Draco! Yes! More, baby, give it to me!"

He saw Draco pause in his walking and turn towards him. Even though he couldn't see the distinct facial expression in the darkness, he just knew those elegant eyebrows had lifted into Blondie's forehead. He made his way over until he was standing in the sand, just in front of Harry, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What are you doing?"

"Swimming," Harry smiled angelically, drifting back until he could stand comfortably, the water waist height. "Join me, sweetness? The water is perfect."

"Malfoys do not swim in lakes," Draco said, wrinkling his nose. "That water is dirty, Potter."

"Cut the crap, Malfoy, and get naked."

After a little persuading, Harry succeeded in getting Draco into the water. But the blonde still refused to get his hair wet. That all changed after Harry jumped on top of him, dunking him thoroughly.

The blonde remerged sputtering, Harry laughing.

"You bitch!" Draco exclaimed, lunging towards the unexpecting Savior. They wrestled and splashed until the feeling of skin sliding on skin caused them both to get hard. They stopped, breathing hard, treading water. They both slowing leaned forward until their lips met in a searing kiss. Tongues intertwined passionately, but soon the lovers realized that treading water and making out at the same time was rather tiresome. They swam back to shore, lying in the shallow water. Harry positioned himself on top of Draco, kissing him into oblivion. Kissing and jerking each other became too much. Harry slid himself up Draco's body and straddled his hips. Getting up onto his knees, he lowered himself onto Draco. Both moaned as Draco entered Harry's heat. Harry set the pace, letting himself rise and fall, his head thrown back in ecstasy. Draco soon switched their positions, having already made it his nights mission to made sure that the brunette would not be able to sit or walk comfortably tomorrow. He pounded forcefully into him, bringing Harry's legs around his waist. Harry moaned and whimpered into his neck. Draco saw stars as he came into his lover.

After catching his breath again, he went between Harry's legs and gently suckled Harry's still rock hard erection. Harry's hips bucked, wanting more. Draco bobbed his head up and down, his lips becoming red and swollen. Harry's hands buried into his hair as he neared release. Draco pulled back just as he came, his chest getting covered with streams of it. They rinsed themselves in the water. And slowly got dressed, the night air having gotten cool.

"You look like a raisin." Harry stated. Looking at Draco's pruny, watered-logged skin.

Draco, greatly offended, responded, "Well, so do you!"

"Yeah, but I'm a sexy raisin."

"Are you saying I'm not sexy?" Draco pouted.

"No one makes me come as hard as you do, darling." Harry smiled, kissing his boyfriend on the nose.

"You are so romantic." Draco snorted. They made their way back to the castle, meandering through the gardens on the way. Playfully pushing and chasing each other, they fell over a bush. A cloud of fairies emerged, flying in all directions.

"Look, baby! Fairies! Just like us!"

Draco just rolled his eyes.

Harry spread strawberry jam onto a crumpet and shoved it into his mouth.

"What are the classes today?" He managed to get out around his mouthful. Hermione stared at him as a few crumbs fell down his robes.

"Double potions, double divinations." Ron responded sullenly. Harry swore he saw a shiny sheen of tears in his friends eyes.

"Fuck! I let my potions stuff in the dorm!"

"Language. But hurry. We'll meet you in class. Come on, Ronald."

They disappeared down into the dungeons as Harry made his long journey up to Gryffindor Tower. On his way back down, at a slight jog, he ran into Julian Rosen, a Ravenclaw.

"Oof!" Harry let out as they crashed into each other, his book falling to the ground. Julian swooped down and picked it up before Harry got the chance.

"Sorry, Harry. Totally my fault." He smiled, revealing perfect, white teeth. Harry wasn't going to lie. Rosen had definitely matured since Harry had seen him last. He had had a good summer. Medium length, dirty blonde hair that curled slightly at the ends and green eyes the exact shade of fresh celery. His skin was the color of caramel. A few inches taller than Harry. No unibrow in sight.

"Er, no problem," Harry mumbled, taking his book back. "Thanks."

"Potions, eh? Snape can be real rough… I heard he is even worse on Gryffindors…" He rambled on but Harry had stopped listening. His thoughts instead focusing on the way Rosen's hair gently moved with the breeze of the open windows and the crinkle of his eyes when he laughed nervously at something, Harry wasn't sure what.

"Well, Harry, what do you say?"

"Huh?" Harry blinked.

"About Saturday?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh, um, yes?"

Julian smiled brightly, "Great! So, I'll see you at the Three Broomsticks at two. See you later!"

What just happened? Harry wondered as he watched Julian's retreating back.