I know, I'm sorry, I keep getting stuck! Writer's block sucks. But, I have included some yummy smutt for you all, so please don't kill me.
Lavender Brown was pissed off. How was she supposed to talk to Harry if bloody McLaggen kept showing up? It was bad enough that Harry barely talked back to her, but she knew he was trying to avoid McLaggen as well. Ron was going to be annoyed about all this, she just knew it...
["Speaking of getting shot of people," Harry added, getting to his feet and picking up his Firebolt, "will you stop pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to see you? She's driving me mad as well."
"Oh," said Ron, looking sheepish. "Yeah. All right."] p385 Bugger. So that was what Lavender had told him – he'd told her she needed a good reason to bug Harry, so she was using their relationship? This was not going to plan! Why he had to take on an Initiate at this stage was beyond him, it really was. Ok, so they needed to make up some numbers, but still, Lavender? He'd asked her to keep an eye on Harry for him, and was sorely beginning to regret it. Her reports were filled with comments on the state of Harry's hair, for Merlin's sake! Ron sighed. He would just have to grin and bear it...
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Luna was happy. It had been decided that someone within the Revolutionaries needed to keep an eye on Quidditch matches while Draco was working, and she'd been given permission. She smiled. Professor McGonagall hadn't been happy at all – she took Quidditch far too seriously.
The match itself was going nicely. Ginny and Demelza scored a few goals for Griffindor, although McLaggen was making a nuisance of himself. It didn't seem as though there were going to be any problems. Until McLaggen got hold of a Beater's bat, anyway.
[McLaggen, for reasons best known to himself, had pulled Peakes' bat from him and appeared to be demonstrating how to hit a Bludger towards an oncoming Cadwallader.
"Will you give him back his bat and get back to the goalposts!" roared Harry, pelting towards McLaggen just as McLaggen took a ferocious swipe at the Bludger and miss-hit it.] p389
Harry plummeted towards the ground, the crowd berating (Griffindor) and cheering at (Slytherin) McLaggen for taking out Griffindor's Captain and Seeker. But nothing could be done. Harry was whisked off to the Hospital Wing, and Luna sent a quick covert message to Headquarters explaining the situation.
From then on, the match went drastically down hill. The Griffindor Chasers scored as often as they could, but the outcome was inevitable – the Hufflepuff Seeker caught the snitch, and Griffindor lost terribly; 320-60. It was a dreadful ending to what had started out a promising match. Most of the school looked miserable as they left the pitch, although the Slytherins all seemed pretty happy about it. Luna sighed and flicked her hair behind her ears, descending the stairs and making her way toward the Room of Requirement. Draco would want to know how the game went, and she felt that someone aught to get some joy out of all this.
Draco was tired and frustrated, making Luna's news even more welcome.
"'Bout time Potter bloody well got knocked off his broom. You know, this potion would be easier to make if you lent me a hand..." he quirked one eyebrow at her, and Luna sighed. As a superior officer Malfoy could technically order her to do it, but they both knew it wasn't necessary. Luna loved working too much. She bent over the bubbling gloop, stirring and chatting as Draco prepared the ingredients.
It was some time later that they collapsed onto a nearby couch, utterly exhausted. Luna curled up, cat-like, watching her companion as he lay back against the arm and closed his eyes. He really did look quite beautiful, even in his exhaustion, and she watched him silently.
"Lusting after my man, Luna?" The tone was teasing, but the voice itself had her leaping to attention.
"Nothing like that, sir! I just, well..." Jack smiled. He did know, actually; it was so easy to just stare at Draco and think nothing but 'beautiful'. Merlin knew he'd done it enough himself.
"I'm afraid we need a moment alone Luna. If you wouldn't mind?" Luna smiled dreamily and quickly departed, leaving Jack to make himself comfortable on the couch. Draco sank down so that his bare feet rested in his master's lap, and couldn't resist smirking up at him;
"I've been over-worked, you know." The answering grin was feral.
"Hardly. But you will be shortly..." Strong hands began to rub circles into the soles of Draco's feet, causing him to groan quietly relax into the firm leather of the couch beneath him. Jack smirked, and began to continue his assault further up Draco's calves, heading towards his thighs. Draco, seemingly half-asleep, slowly unbuttoned his shirt and threw away his tie; allowing Jack's eyes to feast on the pale flesh as it came into view. Gently, he reached out and divested Draco of his remaining garments – the silk underwear the last to go. Once Draco was completely naked, Jack pulled him up onto his knees.
"Ride me." Draco shivered at the command, and decided to forego any preparation. His Master was clearly not in the mood for fuss. He undid his Master's slacks, straddling his lap. Jack couldn't help grinning at his beautiful blond, willing to do whatever Jack wanted him to. Draco carefully lined himself up, taking in his Master's expression as though it alone could somehow sate him, and rammed himself down onto the wooden cock.
Jack couldn't hold back a gasp of delight as Draco's tight passage constricted around him. Surely there was no better feeling in the world – he knew he wouldn't last long. Draco deliberately rode him hard and fast, rising so that barely the head remained inside before slamming back down in a thoroughly brutal pace that had them both gasping for breath. Draco began to pump his own cock, feeling his release building inside him.
"Come for me, beautiful, come on." Jack whispered hoarsely, panting in time with his thrusts. Draco screamed – his passage tightened in waves, and as his come spurted out onto the black silk shirt his Master bit down on Draco's arm to muffle his own cries of climax. Slowly they settled into each other, remaining in the same position and breathing heavily.
"Now, sweetheart, you're overworked."
I know, that last line is a bit porn-movie, but I couldn't resist. Please leave a review, let me know what you think - heck, feel free to give me some ideas! Thanks so much to all of you who read this, particularly neverfall16 who almost always reviews - I think I love you for them :)
