Blood Flavoured Lollies-by pez_gurl
Title: Blood-Flavoured Lollies
Author: pez_gurl (Meg)
Rating: light R
Warnings: slash, frottage, UST, post-HBP
Word Count: 599
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. We already knew that though…
Summary: It’s Harry’s seventh year, and while he’s in Hogsmeade, he has an interesting encounter with Malfoy that leaves him wanting more.
Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write. I think I may write more on this, when I finish the five or six other fics I’m working on.
Harry was back for his last year at Hogwarts. He had finally beat Voldemort, just in time for his seventh year. Even Malfoy and Snape had turned up, much to Harry’s chagrin. Hermione had been ecstatic, of course, because now she could take her NEWTs.
Malfoy had gone through many changes. He seemed paler, his hair lighter, his eyes darker, sometimes even black, and his teeth had become very shiny, and his canines were very sharp-looking. Ron had jokingly suggested that Malfoy might have become a vampire. They had all just laughed then, but now Harry wasn’t quite so sure. Malfoy could be a vampire. He had disappeared during the war. No one, not even Snape, seemed to know what had happened. Then something had happened that made Harry sure of his assumption.
Harry was walking down the path through Hogsmeade, planning on going to the Shrieking Shack for a visit. Then he heard voice behind him.
“What are you up to, Potter? Shopping for your dream home?” It was Malfoy. Harry didn’t even bother turn around.
“Malfoy, that line wasn’t funny in third year, and it certainly isn’t funny now. Just bugger off,” Harry replied exasperatedly. He almost could hear Malfoy’s face morph into sneer.
“Whatever you say, Potter. You simply have no taste,” Malfoy sneered. His voice was getting closer. Harry hoped he didn’t have to fight. He really wasn’t in the mood.
Then Malfoy was right behind him. He could feel hot breath on his neck. He could even hear Malfoy sucking on his lollipop. It startled Harry, and he turned around, just in time to see Malfoy take the lollipop out of his mouth.
“Malfoy, is that…a blood-flavoured lollipop?” Harry gasped. He knew it.
“What if it is, Potter? Are you going to tell everyone? Not like they’d believe you anyways, not even after last year,” Malfoy said, smirking. That was it. Malfoy was going down.
“Potter…try and calm down,” Malfoy said, his eyes going wide. He put his hands out, trying to stop Harry from stalking forward.
“Why Malfoy. You don’t want to fight? That’s too bad, because you asked for it.”
“No. Potter, just-calm down. I won’t be able to control what I do if you don’t stop right there.” Harry didn’t listen at all. He kept on going.
Malfoy tried to back up, but there was a tree in his way. His back hit it with a soft thud. Malfoy dropped his lollipop into the dirt. His dark grey eyes had turned into the same black Snape’s were. Harry continued to walk forward until he was inches from Malfoy, their chests almost touching. Harry could smell the blood in Malfoy’s mouth. Then he was slammed against the tree with Malfoy’s mouth on his. Harry made a startled sound, but Malfoy’s tongue was in his mouth, so he just gave up. He could taste the sweet coppery taste from Malfoy’s lollipop, but he didn’t care. Malfoy’s hard cock was pressed into his thigh, Harry pressed right back, his cock getting hard just from the fact that this was Malfoy. He was kissing Malfoy. And it was amazing. He closed his eyes when the feelings became too much, and when Malfoy’s cloth-covered cock brushed against his, Harry let out a guttural moan. The sound seemed to bring Malfoy back to his senses.
“Fuck. Fucking hell Potter, I told you not to. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Malfoy shouted at him. He cast one last glare at the flushed, panting boy leaning against the tree, and with great reluctance, stalked away.
“Damn.”
Author: pez_gurl (Meg)
Rating: light R
Warnings: slash, frottage, UST, post-HBP
Word Count: 599
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. We already knew that though…
Summary: It’s Harry’s seventh year, and while he’s in Hogsmeade, he has an interesting encounter with Malfoy that leaves him wanting more.
Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write. I think I may write more on this, when I finish the five or six other fics I’m working on.
Harry was back for his last year at Hogwarts. He had finally beat Voldemort, just in time for his seventh year. Even Malfoy and Snape had turned up, much to Harry’s chagrin. Hermione had been ecstatic, of course, because now she could take her NEWTs.
Malfoy had gone through many changes. He seemed paler, his hair lighter, his eyes darker, sometimes even black, and his teeth had become very shiny, and his canines were very sharp-looking. Ron had jokingly suggested that Malfoy might have become a vampire. They had all just laughed then, but now Harry wasn’t quite so sure. Malfoy could be a vampire. He had disappeared during the war. No one, not even Snape, seemed to know what had happened. Then something had happened that made Harry sure of his assumption.
Harry was walking down the path through Hogsmeade, planning on going to the Shrieking Shack for a visit. Then he heard voice behind him.
“What are you up to, Potter? Shopping for your dream home?” It was Malfoy. Harry didn’t even bother turn around.
“Malfoy, that line wasn’t funny in third year, and it certainly isn’t funny now. Just bugger off,” Harry replied exasperatedly. He almost could hear Malfoy’s face morph into sneer.
“Whatever you say, Potter. You simply have no taste,” Malfoy sneered. His voice was getting closer. Harry hoped he didn’t have to fight. He really wasn’t in the mood.
Then Malfoy was right behind him. He could feel hot breath on his neck. He could even hear Malfoy sucking on his lollipop. It startled Harry, and he turned around, just in time to see Malfoy take the lollipop out of his mouth.
“Malfoy, is that…a blood-flavoured lollipop?” Harry gasped. He knew it.
“What if it is, Potter? Are you going to tell everyone? Not like they’d believe you anyways, not even after last year,” Malfoy said, smirking. That was it. Malfoy was going down.
“Potter…try and calm down,” Malfoy said, his eyes going wide. He put his hands out, trying to stop Harry from stalking forward.
“Why Malfoy. You don’t want to fight? That’s too bad, because you asked for it.”
“No. Potter, just-calm down. I won’t be able to control what I do if you don’t stop right there.” Harry didn’t listen at all. He kept on going.
Malfoy tried to back up, but there was a tree in his way. His back hit it with a soft thud. Malfoy dropped his lollipop into the dirt. His dark grey eyes had turned into the same black Snape’s were. Harry continued to walk forward until he was inches from Malfoy, their chests almost touching. Harry could smell the blood in Malfoy’s mouth. Then he was slammed against the tree with Malfoy’s mouth on his. Harry made a startled sound, but Malfoy’s tongue was in his mouth, so he just gave up. He could taste the sweet coppery taste from Malfoy’s lollipop, but he didn’t care. Malfoy’s hard cock was pressed into his thigh, Harry pressed right back, his cock getting hard just from the fact that this was Malfoy. He was kissing Malfoy. And it was amazing. He closed his eyes when the feelings became too much, and when Malfoy’s cloth-covered cock brushed against his, Harry let out a guttural moan. The sound seemed to bring Malfoy back to his senses.
“Fuck. Fucking hell Potter, I told you not to. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Malfoy shouted at him. He cast one last glare at the flushed, panting boy leaning against the tree, and with great reluctance, stalked away.
“Damn.”