Author's Note/Dedication: My first Harry/Draco drabble of this new collection is for bethable (who, after reading the polyjuice one I wrote in my first collection, made the request that led to this one being written) and also for my best friend HeroinPhoenix in honor of her birthday. Thank you for the request, bethable; and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHOENIX!! I hope you both enjoy this!! :D

Disclaimer: The characters and settings used in this story belong to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. I may have taken slight liberties with their personalities and/or appearances, and I mean no harm whatsoever by doing so. No copyright infringement is intended and absolutely no money is being made by my writing this.


Harry and Draco

Harry slid into his lover with long-practiced ease, and Draco took his length in much the same way. There was no longer any discomfort at all when they did this; rather, it was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable right from the off.

The ecstasy continued to build until it was overwhelming, and Draco began to moan and whimper with every thrust. When Harry leaned over and began hissing in his ear — and who knew Parseltongue could be so fucking sexy? — he lost it, screaming and cumming without even being touched.

With a scream of his own, Harry followed his lover into oblivion.