Jealousy - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - PART V , PART VI
Title: Jealousy: PART V
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, I am JK Rowling and I'm wasting my time posting fics on the internet. *guh* No, I lied. Really. Apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have currently taken up board inside my brain...I do not own them. Only the sordid little affairs they partake in. Even then, I don't own them completely. Holy dooly, this is making me quite depressed.
Summary: Something very good has happened to Mr Potter…it’s just that he can’t concentrate…
Set: Seventh Year, Hogwarts Entrance Hall
Beta: None actually.
Authors Notes: How you doin’? This is Part Five. Duh. I’ve posted PARTS V and VI today, because it’s driving me crazy having to post a little tiny bit every two days or something. So, I’m being lazy. It would be great if you could maybe please (oh God please) comment on both parts…maybe?
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
People were swarming around him, and if Ginny hadn’t had an incredibly tight grip on his hand, he wouldn’t have known where he was going. The Entrance Hall was absolutely crammed with students all shouting and screaming and cheering at him. In the hand that wasn’t being dragged along by Ginny, he clutched the Montrose Magpies’ professional league invitation.
“That’s sodding brilliant, Harry!” came a voice from behind him, and Harry twisted awkwardly to look at the grinning face of Colin Creevey who, in a plume of smoke, took a picture of Harry’s smile.
“Thanks, Colin,” muttered Harry, trying to blink the smoke out of his eyes. There was a tug of his hand and he was pulled through the throng of people, all clamoring to talk to him. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t fucking believe it. He had just been selected to play for the Montrose Magpies. As a starting Seeker. He wasn’t even going to bench warm for a season or two…he was going straight into the game!
He ran into Ginny’s back as she abruptly stopped. He looked up, and felt his stomach give a massive lurch and twist itself into a knot. Draco Malfoy was gliding easily through the parting crowds towards him, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, who were towering over the already tall Slytherin.
“Potter,” came Malfoy’s smooth voice. “I hear congratulations are in order.” The students milling around them quietened and they all seemed to press closer. Harry’s palm under Ginny’s suddenly became very clammy, and he hoped to the Gods she didn’t notice.
“May I ask what team was willing to,” he paused and raised a blond eyebrow. “sacrifice their previous Seeker to accommodate you?” Harry’s stomach knotted even further and he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down Malfoy’s open cloak to the hollow in his throat. He was saved from answering by the students surrounding them.
“Montrose Magpies!” came the chorus and anger suddenly flashed through Malfoy’s eyes. The clear blue they had been suddenly swirled into an icy grey that bored into Harry’s face.
“If,” he said quietly, though his voice still managed to echo all around the chamber. “I wanted to know what team has sunk low enough to include Potter in their lineup, you would have thought I would have asked the man himself. Wouldn’t you?”
There was an embarrassed silence as the students around Harry and Ginny began to slink away. Ginny suddenly seemed to come out of a daze and moved forward again, her hand pulling against Harry’s sharply.
“Piss off, Malfoy,” she said carelessly as she brushed past him. But all Harry could do was drown in the anger that was simmering in Malfoy’s eyes as the blond gazed down at Harry’s and Ginny’s adjoined hands.
~~~
Author’s Notes: You want to know something incredibly embarrassing? I had to ask my Mum what came next in Roman Numerals…
OH GOD COMMENT!
Jess
PART VI
“Fuck,” Draco’s voice cracked as he slammed Pansy into the backboard of his four-poster bed. He bit down hard into her neck and she hissed in pain.
“What is wrong with you?” she whimpered as Draco began to rip her blouse off her shoulders. She arched up into him as his fingers found their way under her bra and rubbed viciously against her nipples. Pansy knew she was probably the only person who could really control Draco, but even she understood not to rile up against him when he was like this. Besides, she kind of liked it.
“Nothing, is wr-wrong,” Draco panted as he began to grind against her leg, “with me. I just want -
He was cut off by Pansy’s cry of pain as he entered her. She arched even further off the bed and cannoned her lips with his. His long slim hands left off her hips and grabbed hard at her shoulders.
“Merlin,” he murmured as he began to move in earnest, pushing deeper and deeper each time. He just wanted to come. He just wanted to explode. He just wanted to force himself to -to
He didn’t even know what.
All he knew was that Pansy’s shoulders were too narrow and to bony and too…unlike fucking Potter’s. His weren’t massively broad like the Weasel’s…his were slightly thin and matched his tall and athletic body. But he wanted to feel the muscle beneath him, equaling his own.
He bent his head and sucked harshly on Pansy’s nipple, the rubbery nub slipping between his teeth. Pansy was beginning to pant now, pushing her chest further into Draco’s mouth. No! His mind screamed as his lips sunk a little into the soft tissue. He wanted the nub to be pressed against a hard chest, pecs that were trained and ripped.
He felt Pansy shudder beneath him, he kept thrusting, and knowing he only had a small amount of time before it began to hurt the girl in front of him. What got him off? What always, without fail got him off?
Potter was arching off the bed in front of him. His stomach clenched and the flat planes of his abdominals tensed. Potter was screaming, his voice breaking as it did when he was captaining his Quidditch team. Quidditch. Potter sweaty and hard, flat against his broomstick, grinding against Draco’s -
“Yesssss.”
Draco let out a hiss as he emptied himself, still thrusting firmly against the wave of his insides. He gave a sigh of relief as he quickly withdrew. He couldn’t stand to be in the soft enclosure anymore. He couldn’t stand having to feel Pansy’s feminine curves and dulcet muscles against him anymore. He sat up quickly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Wow,” said Pansy, wearily. “That was intense.”
Draco nodded. It had been. He liked it. A lot.
The rough and forcible cruelty seemed to rush out of him as he looked down at Pansy who was snuggling down a little into his pillow. Her face was quite pretty against the white of the pillow, her hair mussed up and curling. He smiled. He liked her. He liked Pansy Parkinson. He bent down and kissed her cheek.
But he liked Harry Potter better.
~~~
Author’s Notes: See that little button just below here? Click on it and comment you sexy Harry/Draconians…
Jess
The nexxxxxt chunks...Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
OMG CHUNK IS SUCH A GROSS WORD.
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, I am JK Rowling and I'm wasting my time posting fics on the internet. *guh* No, I lied. Really. Apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have currently taken up board inside my brain...I do not own them. Only the sordid little affairs they partake in. Even then, I don't own them completely. Holy dooly, this is making me quite depressed.
Summary: Something very good has happened to Mr Potter…it’s just that he can’t concentrate…
Set: Seventh Year, Hogwarts Entrance Hall
Beta: None actually.
Authors Notes: How you doin’? This is Part Five. Duh. I’ve posted PARTS V and VI today, because it’s driving me crazy having to post a little tiny bit every two days or something. So, I’m being lazy. It would be great if you could maybe please (oh God please) comment on both parts…maybe?
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
People were swarming around him, and if Ginny hadn’t had an incredibly tight grip on his hand, he wouldn’t have known where he was going. The Entrance Hall was absolutely crammed with students all shouting and screaming and cheering at him. In the hand that wasn’t being dragged along by Ginny, he clutched the Montrose Magpies’ professional league invitation.
“That’s sodding brilliant, Harry!” came a voice from behind him, and Harry twisted awkwardly to look at the grinning face of Colin Creevey who, in a plume of smoke, took a picture of Harry’s smile.
“Thanks, Colin,” muttered Harry, trying to blink the smoke out of his eyes. There was a tug of his hand and he was pulled through the throng of people, all clamoring to talk to him. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t fucking believe it. He had just been selected to play for the Montrose Magpies. As a starting Seeker. He wasn’t even going to bench warm for a season or two…he was going straight into the game!
He ran into Ginny’s back as she abruptly stopped. He looked up, and felt his stomach give a massive lurch and twist itself into a knot. Draco Malfoy was gliding easily through the parting crowds towards him, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, who were towering over the already tall Slytherin.
“Potter,” came Malfoy’s smooth voice. “I hear congratulations are in order.” The students milling around them quietened and they all seemed to press closer. Harry’s palm under Ginny’s suddenly became very clammy, and he hoped to the Gods she didn’t notice.
“May I ask what team was willing to,” he paused and raised a blond eyebrow. “sacrifice their previous Seeker to accommodate you?” Harry’s stomach knotted even further and he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down Malfoy’s open cloak to the hollow in his throat. He was saved from answering by the students surrounding them.
“Montrose Magpies!” came the chorus and anger suddenly flashed through Malfoy’s eyes. The clear blue they had been suddenly swirled into an icy grey that bored into Harry’s face.
“If,” he said quietly, though his voice still managed to echo all around the chamber. “I wanted to know what team has sunk low enough to include Potter in their lineup, you would have thought I would have asked the man himself. Wouldn’t you?”
There was an embarrassed silence as the students around Harry and Ginny began to slink away. Ginny suddenly seemed to come out of a daze and moved forward again, her hand pulling against Harry’s sharply.
“Piss off, Malfoy,” she said carelessly as she brushed past him. But all Harry could do was drown in the anger that was simmering in Malfoy’s eyes as the blond gazed down at Harry’s and Ginny’s adjoined hands.
~~~
Author’s Notes: You want to know something incredibly embarrassing? I had to ask my Mum what came next in Roman Numerals…
OH GOD COMMENT!
Jess
PART VI
“Fuck,” Draco’s voice cracked as he slammed Pansy into the backboard of his four-poster bed. He bit down hard into her neck and she hissed in pain.
“What is wrong with you?” she whimpered as Draco began to rip her blouse off her shoulders. She arched up into him as his fingers found their way under her bra and rubbed viciously against her nipples. Pansy knew she was probably the only person who could really control Draco, but even she understood not to rile up against him when he was like this. Besides, she kind of liked it.
“Nothing, is wr-wrong,” Draco panted as he began to grind against her leg, “with me. I just want -
He was cut off by Pansy’s cry of pain as he entered her. She arched even further off the bed and cannoned her lips with his. His long slim hands left off her hips and grabbed hard at her shoulders.
“Merlin,” he murmured as he began to move in earnest, pushing deeper and deeper each time. He just wanted to come. He just wanted to explode. He just wanted to force himself to -to
He didn’t even know what.
All he knew was that Pansy’s shoulders were too narrow and to bony and too…unlike fucking Potter’s. His weren’t massively broad like the Weasel’s…his were slightly thin and matched his tall and athletic body. But he wanted to feel the muscle beneath him, equaling his own.
He bent his head and sucked harshly on Pansy’s nipple, the rubbery nub slipping between his teeth. Pansy was beginning to pant now, pushing her chest further into Draco’s mouth. No! His mind screamed as his lips sunk a little into the soft tissue. He wanted the nub to be pressed against a hard chest, pecs that were trained and ripped.
He felt Pansy shudder beneath him, he kept thrusting, and knowing he only had a small amount of time before it began to hurt the girl in front of him. What got him off? What always, without fail got him off?
Potter was arching off the bed in front of him. His stomach clenched and the flat planes of his abdominals tensed. Potter was screaming, his voice breaking as it did when he was captaining his Quidditch team. Quidditch. Potter sweaty and hard, flat against his broomstick, grinding against Draco’s -
“Yesssss.”
Draco let out a hiss as he emptied himself, still thrusting firmly against the wave of his insides. He gave a sigh of relief as he quickly withdrew. He couldn’t stand to be in the soft enclosure anymore. He couldn’t stand having to feel Pansy’s feminine curves and dulcet muscles against him anymore. He sat up quickly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Wow,” said Pansy, wearily. “That was intense.”
Draco nodded. It had been. He liked it. A lot.
The rough and forcible cruelty seemed to rush out of him as he looked down at Pansy who was snuggling down a little into his pillow. Her face was quite pretty against the white of the pillow, her hair mussed up and curling. He smiled. He liked her. He liked Pansy Parkinson. He bent down and kissed her cheek.
But he liked Harry Potter better.
~~~
Author’s Notes: See that little button just below here? Click on it and comment you sexy Harry/Draconians…
Jess
The nexxxxxt chunks...Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
OMG CHUNK IS SUCH A GROSS WORD.