FIC: Because It's Christmas - Part One
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Because It's Christmas
Author: jayfromperth
Beta: The perfect dysonrules
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~550
Status: WiP, it will all be done by Christmas, and while I can't promise daily updates, I will try.
Summary: Harry and Draco are stuck at Hogwarts for Christmas. Things, as expected, get interesting. Harry and Draco are in their 6th year. This fic is for fun!
Note: There's lots of fluff, because I love fluff, especially at Christmas time.
Harry thrust forward, and then again, and again, as he gazed down at the gorgeous blonde. He imagined kissing the blonde, sliding his hands across the blonde's body, and then his tongue, and then...
"Harry? What are you... oh my!" Ginny froze halfway between the door to the Harry's dorm and Harry's bed.
But Harry was already past the point of no return and with a few more thrusts into his fist, he came all over his bare stomach, gasping for breath.
Ginny stood, staring, apparently lost for words. As Harry came down from his blonde-induced high, he was struck by the awkwardness of the situation. His eye's lowered back to the picture of the blonde who had provided for today's "adventure", and then quickly up to Ginny, realising he needed to hide the picutre before his girlfriend caught on.
"Harry, if you wanted to get off, you could've asked, you know I'm happy to lend a hand," said Ginny, apparently no longer entranced, as she stepped closer to the bed.
Harry used one hand to pull his sheets over his naked torso and the other to shove the picture under his pillow.
"Not so fast," said Ginny with a grin. "I want to see which picture of me, uh, made the cut so to speak."
"Oh, it's not a nice one, you wouldn't like it," Harry quickly said. Why the fuck didn't I lock the door, Harry furiously thought to himself.
"No, I want to see what you think about when you're touching yourself." Ginny stood over Harry rather defiantly, reaching down to grab the picture from Harry's hand.
Harry knew things were about to turn nasty, and gripped his favourite photo a little tighter.
"Ginny, this is mine, I really don't think you need to..."
"Oh but I do," said Ginny with a rather evil glint in her eye and she forcefully prised the photo from Harry's grip.
Harry slumped back against his pillows and watched as the blood ran to Ginny's face, anger spreading across her features.
"What the fuck is this Harry? Are you serious? You were getting off over, over this, over HIM?"
Harry blushed and looked away. No one was ever meant to find out.
"I can't believe this," Ginny reached a hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples. "I cannot believe you, would do this to me. You fucking bastard. You can forget about coming to Greece with us. You can forget about ever spending time at my house again," Ginny's voice rose to dangerous levels "AND YOU CAN FUCKING WELL FORGET ABOUT US." She rounded on Harry, glaring at the boy with fierce eyes. "We. Are. Through." Evil reappeared in her eyes, as she held up the photo, and tore it clear down the middle.
"Fucking fag." Before Harry realised what was happening Ginny had stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. Ginny turned and stormed out, leaving a bewildered, cum-covered Harry staring at the torn up picture that had floated to the floor. As he picked up the piece that showed Draco Malfoy's gorgeous face, a grin spread across his lips.
"Good thing I made copies," he said, to no one in particular.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: Because It's Christmas
Author: jayfromperth
Beta: The perfect dysonrules
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~550
Status: WiP, it will all be done by Christmas, and while I can't promise daily updates, I will try.
Summary: Harry and Draco are stuck at Hogwarts for Christmas. Things, as expected, get interesting. Harry and Draco are in their 6th year. This fic is for fun!
Note: There's lots of fluff, because I love fluff, especially at Christmas time.
Harry thrust forward, and then again, and again, as he gazed down at the gorgeous blonde. He imagined kissing the blonde, sliding his hands across the blonde's body, and then his tongue, and then...
"Harry? What are you... oh my!" Ginny froze halfway between the door to the Harry's dorm and Harry's bed.
But Harry was already past the point of no return and with a few more thrusts into his fist, he came all over his bare stomach, gasping for breath.
Ginny stood, staring, apparently lost for words. As Harry came down from his blonde-induced high, he was struck by the awkwardness of the situation. His eye's lowered back to the picture of the blonde who had provided for today's "adventure", and then quickly up to Ginny, realising he needed to hide the picutre before his girlfriend caught on.
"Harry, if you wanted to get off, you could've asked, you know I'm happy to lend a hand," said Ginny, apparently no longer entranced, as she stepped closer to the bed.
Harry used one hand to pull his sheets over his naked torso and the other to shove the picture under his pillow.
"Not so fast," said Ginny with a grin. "I want to see which picture of me, uh, made the cut so to speak."
"Oh, it's not a nice one, you wouldn't like it," Harry quickly said. Why the fuck didn't I lock the door, Harry furiously thought to himself.
"No, I want to see what you think about when you're touching yourself." Ginny stood over Harry rather defiantly, reaching down to grab the picture from Harry's hand.
Harry knew things were about to turn nasty, and gripped his favourite photo a little tighter.
"Ginny, this is mine, I really don't think you need to..."
"Oh but I do," said Ginny with a rather evil glint in her eye and she forcefully prised the photo from Harry's grip.
Harry slumped back against his pillows and watched as the blood ran to Ginny's face, anger spreading across her features.
"What the fuck is this Harry? Are you serious? You were getting off over, over this, over HIM?"
Harry blushed and looked away. No one was ever meant to find out.
"I can't believe this," Ginny reached a hand to her forehead, rubbing her temples. "I cannot believe you, would do this to me. You fucking bastard. You can forget about coming to Greece with us. You can forget about ever spending time at my house again," Ginny's voice rose to dangerous levels "AND YOU CAN FUCKING WELL FORGET ABOUT US." She rounded on Harry, glaring at the boy with fierce eyes. "We. Are. Through." Evil reappeared in her eyes, as she held up the photo, and tore it clear down the middle.
"Fucking fag." Before Harry realised what was happening Ginny had stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. Ginny turned and stormed out, leaving a bewildered, cum-covered Harry staring at the torn up picture that had floated to the floor. As he picked up the piece that showed Draco Malfoy's gorgeous face, a grin spread across his lips.
"Good thing I made copies," he said, to no one in particular.