Slipping Slowly

Feb 20, 2013 18:56

Title: Slipping Slowly
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry-centric
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 650
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for 0idontknow0. who asked for more of Slipping Under
Summary: Harry doesn't give up easily.



Leaving Malfoy's bed had been difficult, but Harry didn't dare get caught in the dungeons when the other students began emerging for the day. Aside from that, he needed to get some actual sleep.

Harry woke up when he heard his dorm mates stirring around. For once, he was eager to get out of bed and get ready for the day. Harry was anxious to see Malfoy again, although he knew they would need to be discreet. He had no doubt that they could manage it. After all, he had his invisibility cloak for sneaking about the castle, or he could always arrange to meet Malfoy by the lake.

At breakfast in the Great Hall, Harry tried to catch Malfoy's eye, but Malfoy never seemed to be looking his way. Harry was disappointed, but he understood that Malfoy was trying to keep up appearances as well.

Harry purposefully hung back after Potions, but Malfoy didn't linger to speak to him. Harry began to wonder if he'd done something to incur Malfoy's wrath. True, he'd left without saying goodbye, but he had written Malfoy a note. Was there some etiquette involved that Harry had breached?

Harry had some free time after lunch. Rather than be bullied by Hermione into going to the library to study, he retreated to his dorm room to mull things over. He spent some time considering the possibility that the best sex of his life had been nothing but a one-off to Malfoy.

Of course, thinking about what had transpired the previous night left Harry hard and aching. He would have liked nothing more than to have a repeat performance with Malfoy, but he would have to settle for a wank. He closed his curtains and sealed them with a privacy spell before unzipping his jeans and plunging a hand into his pants. Harry pulled his cock free and gave himself a slow stroke from base to tip. Harry spent a moment rubbing the head of his prick with the pad of his thumb. He gathered up some pre-come and swirled it around before pressing against the slit at the tip of his cock.

Harry's hips hunched involuntarily, and he began to wank in earnest. He settled into a quick rhythm of sliding his hand up and down his shaft, twisting his wrist to increase the friction. As he pleasured himself, Harry couldn't help but picture Malfoy and remember what it felt like to thrust his cock into Malfoy's slick heat. A soft moan escaped Harry, and his hand moved faster. Two more sure strokes were all it took to send Harry into climax. He came hard, spattering his shirt with his release.

When he'd regained his breath, he swept a cleaning charm over his shirt and bedding. Harry tucked himself back in and sat up, raking an unsteady hand through his hair. He had to see Malfoy. There had been something there, something special, even before Malfoy had come in from his swim. Harry spread his fingers reflexively, recalling how he'd pressed his palm to the glass in the dungeons, only to have Malfoy brush his fingers over the same spot as he swam in the lake. Afterward, the sex had been explosive, but Harry refused to believe that's all there was between them. They had a history together. They'd each saved one another from certain death. It wasn't just the separate incidents wherein one had nearly burned and one had nearly drowned, however.

Harry had been falling for Malfoy since Sixth year, slipping slowly under his spell and unable to stay away from him. They could have something special between them, and Malfoy wasn't going to dismiss it so callously. Harry refused to let him.

Slipping Away

creature: merfolk, rating: r, content: hogwarts era, verse: slipping under, gift: birthday, content: eighth year, content: creature fic, content: wanking

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