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Warning! This is a flash-forward! Spoiler Alert!
By the way, it's a slightly more intimate scene between our two protagonists ;D
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"You can fake it?" Draco asked.
"Of course." Harry shrugged. He put down his half-drunken glass on the table and walked straight up to Draco. Before grey-eyes was able to express his surprise, green-eyes had climbed onto his lap and straddled him. The raven's face was expressionless, almost lifeless. His eyes closed and his fingers slid up Draco's chest, settling on his shoulders.
Draco was completely lost, not understanding a thing that was happening. His conscience told him there must be something wrong with Harry, and that he needed to shake him awake or something, before he did something he regretted. But another part of him was screaming and swearing at his conscience, telling it to shut up and let it all happen. It was the part that had desired the raven-like boy for years, that had craved to grasp a few strands of that pure-black hair and pull it back to expose the thin pale skin of his throat.
Draco's emotions were battling for supremacy while he continued to be mesmerized by Harry, whose fingers had started to tense upon his shoulders, clutching his shirt. With his eyes still closed he began to writhe slightly and let out whispers of moans. Draco's first thought was that Harry was somehow in pain, and he started to panic, wondering what was wrong. But then Harry threw his head back and began moaning more loudly, which had the effect of sending a shock-wave of heat through Draco's body.
And then, the raven began to grip even more tightly, and something like broken cries sounded in between the moans, while at times, he stopped breathing entirely, as if he felt something so intense his airflow was cut off.
Draco didn't know if Harry was feeling pleasure or pain, or a mixture of the two. But at the sound of the half-sobs coming from the lips right in front of him, he could barely remember his concern for the raven's hurt. The sounds, the tension, the movements, they were all driving him crazy. The idea of Harry being in pain made the tension in his lower stomach rise to unprecedented heights.
He wasn't sure why. It sounded wrong to be so turned on by that. Maybe it was because it made Harry seem more vulnerable, or more innocent… Yes, something like that. It made him sound like he was inexperienced, like he was a virgin. It made Draco feel as if he was the first and the only one to ever have had the immense pleasure of feeling Harry's thighs on his.
The feverish desire was making grey-eyes feel dizzy. With the last bit of sanity Harry had been kind enough to leave him, Draco was able to grab the raven's shoulders and lift him off his lap and onto the couch next to him. Harry snapped out of his act and opened his eyes, seemingly unaffected by what had just happened.
Draco felt embarrassment light up his face and hid it in his hands as he bent over to try and cover up the evidence of Harry's obvious skill. At that point, Draco did not have a doubt in mind that Harry was bringing home a shitload of money to SH.
His arousal and embarrassment were almost instantly wiped away by an ugly surge of jealousy at the idea of all the men Harry had done this to. He'd sat on their laps and they had watched with greedy eyes and touched his flawless body and…
Draco swore under his breath, still keeping his face in his hands, but now to hide his rage rather than his desire. Though both had the same source, somewhere deep in his heart, at the core of his being. A liking that had been planted the day the boy had yelled at him not to break the swings, and had steadily evolved to a stronger liking, to love, to passion and now to a full-blown obsession.
The scene that had just played out on his couch was more than proof enough that Harry had complete power over him. A simple word or sound, a single look from those green orbs could completely fuck up Draco's mind, rip out his heart and put it back in his chest inside out.
His first priority, stemming out of his fear and distrust of anyone close to him, was not to expose all this emotional turmoil, not to show any sign of it to the one sitting next to him, the one he could barely keep himself from touching.
Draco jumped to his feet, making sure to keep his back turned to his childhood friend as he stiffly stalked off towards the bathroom with his hands clenched at his sides. If he wanted to get his head clear enough to think properly before dawn, he needed to take care of his physical needs first. It was the quickest way to get what Harry had awoken out of his system.
How was this little taste of the future, huh? Did it make you guys curious?
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