Jealousy - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - PART XIX, PART XX, PART XXI
Title: Jealousy: PART XIX, PART XX, PART XXI
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, R, NC-17
Disclaimer: No, none of these characters are mine. If they were mine I wouldn’t be working absurd hours in a coffee shop, now would I? Nup, I’d be cruising around in my Merc with little HP flags on the bonnet and…*dreams*
Summary: Harry and Ron have a chat...Draco and Pansy have a chat...And Harry Potter tosses off...
Set: Outside at the Burrow
Beta: None, aggggaaaiiinnn.
Authors Notes: DUDES I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING AGES. So, I wrote a little bit of boyXboy wank to mollify you *blush*. I only just slotted it in this morning...
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART V, PART VI
Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
Jealousy: PART X, PART XI, PART XII
Jealousy: PART XIII, PART XIV, PART XV
Jealousy: PART XVI, PART XVII, PART XVIII
PART XIX
“When did you stop believing in Santa?”
Ron and Harry were sitting on the snow-covered ground at the base of a massive ever-green. They were rugged up pretty tight and Ron had decided to wrap his scarf around his head like a turban.
“I don’t think I ever did,” Harry said, sticking out a gloved palm to catch the falling flakes. “Because, Dudley always got loads of presents under the tree, and I never got any. And if Santa was real, he would know that I hadn’t been bad. And given me something.”
Ron nodded and tried to catch a snowflake on his tongue.
“Besides, my cupboard was so close to the sitting room I could hear Aunt Petunia arranging all of Dudley’s presents the night before.”
Ron nodded again and closed his mouth.
“You know what mate?” He looked over at Harry, while beginning to unwrap his turban-like-scarf. “It makes me really…pissed off to think about how the way they treated you. Like, really mad.” He bunched up his scarf in his gloved hands. “I don’t like thinking about you locked in a goddamn cupboard. I mean, a cupboard. Honestly.”
Harry looked over at Ron in surprise.
“The first time I ever saw you, you were so…scrawny. Yowch!”
Harry had punched his shoulder and was laughing.
“Scrawny? Just because I wasn’t as tall as you!”
Ron grinned and massaged his shoulder.
“That’s not what I meant.” He said as the snow stopped. “I meant, you looked so undernourished. And your clothes were way too big and they just hung off you. And just…I just wanted to give you a hug, mate.”
Harry was silent. He remembered that day so clearly. He remembered that massive breath he took to ask Mrs Weasley what to do. And how she had pointed at Ron who had looked a bit pale. He would have liked a hug then.
“I probably, would have liked a hug then.” He said, looking across at Ron who was drawing shapes in the snow. He laughed and looked at Harry. “Thanks.” Harry said, and he wanted to do something like throw his arm around Ron’s shoulder. He was saved the embarrassment of deciding because Ron did the same to him.
“There you go, Harry,” he said cheerfully. “A long awaited hug.” Harry laughed and looked over at the Burrow, where Charlie was just going inside.
“Do you see Charlie much?” he asked Ron, who had taken his arm back and was now winding his scarf around his neck.
“Um, sort of. He’s here some holidays, some he’s not. I don’t really think about it.”
Harry nodded, though he had no idea what Ron meant.
“When did he come out?” he asked again, his stomach clenching a little bit. Ron peeled some bark of the giant tree behind them and began stripping it into lengths.
“Um, first year out of Hogwarts? Second maybe? I can’t remember. All I remember was that everyone was there, except Bill I think, no wait, he might have been there…it doesn’t really matter. And it was Christmas like this one I think. And we were all in the sitting room just lounging I think. Even Fred and George. And Mum was talking a mile a minute about some big fancy Christmas Party thing that Charlie had been invited to.” Ron was now arranging his strips of bark into his name. “And Mum was naming all the girls from the McDougal family that he could take as a date.”
Ron smiled and put on an exaggerated mimic of Mrs Weasley’s voice.
“What about Candice? She’s lovely, got eight OWLS! Eight! And Charlie would shake his head. Alright then, what about Briony? Just out of Hogwarts, pretty young girl. Charlie would shake his head again. Hmm, Melanie is still in seventh year, do you think that’s a bit young Arthur? And Charlie suddenly said, Mum, I don’t think I like any girls…in general. Mum didn’t miss a beat.” Ron started laughing. “What about Anthony McDougal then? Lovely boy, so clever. And Charlie just, like laughs a bit and then says, I like Howard the best, I think.”
Ron was rearranging his stick-name to say ‘Harry’ now. He was grinning.
“And Mum got him a date with Howard McDougal the next day. It was pretty cool. I always liked Howard; he was a really good Keeper.”
Harry leant back onto the bark of the fur-tree. That had seemed pretty easy. Charlie hadn’t caused any trouble or anything. But then again, Charlie wasn’t currently dating Mrs Weasley’s only daughter. Charlie wasn’t printed in the Daily Prophet every other week. Charlie wasn’t gaped at as he walked down the street. And Charlie wasn’t interested in Draco Fucking Malfoy.
He sighed and Ron looked up.
“What’s wrong? You getting cold?”
“Sort of,” said Harry. “You?”
“Yeah, freezing my arse off. Can we go inside?”
Harry started to stand and looked out over the massive track of land. He wished he could go flying. Just for a little while, but he didn’t want to subject his broom to the cold just yet. He thought of Malfoy getting to fly everyday. He wished he had a selection of brooms to choose from.
As he and Ron started to make their way back to the house, he could almost picture Malfoy lazily drifting along on a broom, his hair only just a few shades different than the snow itself.
PART XX
“What’s wrong?” Pansy was sitting on the floor, leaning against an armchair in Draco’s room while Draco was sitting in an armchair across from her.
“Nothing, why?”
“You look kind of sad, that’s all. What are you thinking about?”
“Sex actually,”
“That’s a good topic, I suppose. What about sex?”
Draco sank back into his chair and stared into the fire for a moment, trying to think of a way to put this. He had actually thinking about how two males had sex, but now the thought sprung into his mind that he could actually kind reciprocate the same kind of thing with a woman.
“How many different ways of having sex have we tried?” He asked finally, and Pansy frowned slightly.
“Hmmm, I really don’t know. But then again, I don’t know all the names for them. The positions and stuff I mean.” She paused and looked up at Draco. “My favourite is when you’re angry. That’s really intense.”
Draco smiled a slightly discomfited smile. It was his favourite too.
“And I like sometimes being on top,” Pansy continued. “But after a while I get really tired.” She blushed and Draco slipped onto the floor next to her.
“What about…” Draco felt his insides slide, was he really asking for this? “Sex from…a different…entrance?”
Pansy’s eyes widened and she looked a little startled.
“Draco, if you mean anal sex, you can just say it.”
Draco felt the heat rising under his collar, and loosened it a bit. This was absolutely mortifying. He looked down at his hands and muttered; “Fine, anal sex.”
“Well, I’ve never really thought about it. But if you want, we can try.”
His head shot up. Was she serious? Did she actually want to? He had heard it was really quite painful. He didn’t want to hurt her, except, he really did want to try it.
“As long,” Pansy snuggled into Draco’s side, her arm slipping around his waist. “As long as we use lots and lots and lots of lube.”
“Of course,” he was feeling quite light headed. He was going to get to try it! His respect and love for Pansy Parkinson rocketed upwards. That had been easy. He simply had had to bring it up. She was so lovely and so wonderful and so…oh Merlin!…he was going to sodding try it!
“When did you want to? Does it have to be right now?”
Draco looked down and saw that Pansy had turned a beetroot colour. He had heard some girls simply refuse to do it. Point blank. He couldn’t help but wonder whether Potter and the female Weasel had tried it. A tinge of anger pulsed in his chest; it happened whenever he thought about Potter and the Weasel being intimate.
“No, not right now.” He said, stroking his fingers through her hair. “Pansy? Thanks. I just wanted to try it.”
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I want to try it with you. Now,” she sat up, acting more business-like, ‘have you decided what you’re going to wear to Lady Fitzpatrick’s dinner? It has to match blue remember?”
PART XXI
Malfoy sweating, Malfoy twisting, Malfoy’s hand sliding up and down his own length. Malfoy biting his lip, his hand moving faster and faster. Malfoy’s blond hair spilling over his eyes. Malfoy giving a cry and -
“Yes.” Harry shuddered, slowing down his movements. His hand was covered in his release, and it was collecting in his palm. He certainly hadn’t done that for awhile. He hadn’t masturbated for months. And he kind of missed it.
He slipped out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom, where he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. It was only eleven o’clock at night, but Ginny had spent ages at Diagon Alley that afternoon looking at robes and jewellery and crap. Then she insisted she and Harry had to go to bed early because of Lady Fitzpatrick’s dinner tomorrow night.
As Ginny and Harry bade their goodnights, Charlie had winked at him and Ron had nudged him obviously. Ginny had flipped them the finger, and then left. While Harry was left to dream about Charlie’s wink. Except that Charlie turned into Malfoy within a matter of moments. And the wink turned into Malfoy tossing off in front of him.
Harry got back into bed, feeling warm and fuzzy.
~
He awoke hours later, drenched in sweat and tears running down his face. He scrambled up in bed, fear pounding in his temples and pain screaming through his scar. He needed someone, he needed someone now.
Blindly, he stumbled down the hall and almost fell into Charlie’s room. He shuffled over to his bed and shook his shoulder gently. Why was he waking Charlie, surely Ginny would be the one to wake. Or Ron? Charlie was lying flat on his back, his shirt crumpled and covers on the floor next to him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, but he needed someone’s arms now. As he sat up, rubbing his eyes, the lamp next to the bed slowly dimmed on, as if it sensed him being awake. His eyes widened as he took in Harry’s dishevelled form.
“What’s up, Harry?” he asked sleepily, blinking his eyes quickly. “You look like you’ve been in a fight.”
Harry didn’t say anything, and hazily he got into the bed beside Charlie.
“Nightmare. I need arms,” was all he said, as he buried his face into Charlie’s shirt.
Charlie looked down at Harry Potter who had tears still lightly trickling out of his eyes and onto his shirt. He reached over the slim body and pulled the covers back over them both. He wrapped his large arms around the slightly trembling figure and held him tight.
Charlie may have been kind of wowed to have Harry Potter in his bed, but he was still a sensible boy and set his alarm clock for the morning, so Harry had time to get back into his own bed.
As Harry Potter slept fitfully, Charlie wondered what was wrong with him.
~~~
Author's Notes: Again, I'm so sorry for taking about a million years to put this up. But real life came up and bit me on the ass. Yeah, I know. But expect the next couple of chapters to be up sooooon.
Just before I sign out, is it possible if you uh...say...I dunno...wanted to leave a comment or something...that you put where you found this story? Like which community? Or a rec? Or have you got me friended?
I will name Harry and Draco's babies after you. This is not m-preg. Sorry.
OMG SEXY HARRY/DRACONIANS I LOVE YOU.
Jess
The nextest bit...
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, R, NC-17
Disclaimer: No, none of these characters are mine. If they were mine I wouldn’t be working absurd hours in a coffee shop, now would I? Nup, I’d be cruising around in my Merc with little HP flags on the bonnet and…*dreams*
Summary: Harry and Ron have a chat...Draco and Pansy have a chat...And Harry Potter tosses off...
Set: Outside at the Burrow
Beta: None, aggggaaaiiinnn.
Authors Notes: DUDES I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING AGES. So, I wrote a little bit of boyXboy wank to mollify you *blush*. I only just slotted it in this morning...
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART V, PART VI
Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
Jealousy: PART X, PART XI, PART XII
Jealousy: PART XIII, PART XIV, PART XV
Jealousy: PART XVI, PART XVII, PART XVIII
PART XIX
“When did you stop believing in Santa?”
Ron and Harry were sitting on the snow-covered ground at the base of a massive ever-green. They were rugged up pretty tight and Ron had decided to wrap his scarf around his head like a turban.
“I don’t think I ever did,” Harry said, sticking out a gloved palm to catch the falling flakes. “Because, Dudley always got loads of presents under the tree, and I never got any. And if Santa was real, he would know that I hadn’t been bad. And given me something.”
Ron nodded and tried to catch a snowflake on his tongue.
“Besides, my cupboard was so close to the sitting room I could hear Aunt Petunia arranging all of Dudley’s presents the night before.”
Ron nodded again and closed his mouth.
“You know what mate?” He looked over at Harry, while beginning to unwrap his turban-like-scarf. “It makes me really…pissed off to think about how the way they treated you. Like, really mad.” He bunched up his scarf in his gloved hands. “I don’t like thinking about you locked in a goddamn cupboard. I mean, a cupboard. Honestly.”
Harry looked over at Ron in surprise.
“The first time I ever saw you, you were so…scrawny. Yowch!”
Harry had punched his shoulder and was laughing.
“Scrawny? Just because I wasn’t as tall as you!”
Ron grinned and massaged his shoulder.
“That’s not what I meant.” He said as the snow stopped. “I meant, you looked so undernourished. And your clothes were way too big and they just hung off you. And just…I just wanted to give you a hug, mate.”
Harry was silent. He remembered that day so clearly. He remembered that massive breath he took to ask Mrs Weasley what to do. And how she had pointed at Ron who had looked a bit pale. He would have liked a hug then.
“I probably, would have liked a hug then.” He said, looking across at Ron who was drawing shapes in the snow. He laughed and looked at Harry. “Thanks.” Harry said, and he wanted to do something like throw his arm around Ron’s shoulder. He was saved the embarrassment of deciding because Ron did the same to him.
“There you go, Harry,” he said cheerfully. “A long awaited hug.” Harry laughed and looked over at the Burrow, where Charlie was just going inside.
“Do you see Charlie much?” he asked Ron, who had taken his arm back and was now winding his scarf around his neck.
“Um, sort of. He’s here some holidays, some he’s not. I don’t really think about it.”
Harry nodded, though he had no idea what Ron meant.
“When did he come out?” he asked again, his stomach clenching a little bit. Ron peeled some bark of the giant tree behind them and began stripping it into lengths.
“Um, first year out of Hogwarts? Second maybe? I can’t remember. All I remember was that everyone was there, except Bill I think, no wait, he might have been there…it doesn’t really matter. And it was Christmas like this one I think. And we were all in the sitting room just lounging I think. Even Fred and George. And Mum was talking a mile a minute about some big fancy Christmas Party thing that Charlie had been invited to.” Ron was now arranging his strips of bark into his name. “And Mum was naming all the girls from the McDougal family that he could take as a date.”
Ron smiled and put on an exaggerated mimic of Mrs Weasley’s voice.
“What about Candice? She’s lovely, got eight OWLS! Eight! And Charlie would shake his head. Alright then, what about Briony? Just out of Hogwarts, pretty young girl. Charlie would shake his head again. Hmm, Melanie is still in seventh year, do you think that’s a bit young Arthur? And Charlie suddenly said, Mum, I don’t think I like any girls…in general. Mum didn’t miss a beat.” Ron started laughing. “What about Anthony McDougal then? Lovely boy, so clever. And Charlie just, like laughs a bit and then says, I like Howard the best, I think.”
Ron was rearranging his stick-name to say ‘Harry’ now. He was grinning.
“And Mum got him a date with Howard McDougal the next day. It was pretty cool. I always liked Howard; he was a really good Keeper.”
Harry leant back onto the bark of the fur-tree. That had seemed pretty easy. Charlie hadn’t caused any trouble or anything. But then again, Charlie wasn’t currently dating Mrs Weasley’s only daughter. Charlie wasn’t printed in the Daily Prophet every other week. Charlie wasn’t gaped at as he walked down the street. And Charlie wasn’t interested in Draco Fucking Malfoy.
He sighed and Ron looked up.
“What’s wrong? You getting cold?”
“Sort of,” said Harry. “You?”
“Yeah, freezing my arse off. Can we go inside?”
Harry started to stand and looked out over the massive track of land. He wished he could go flying. Just for a little while, but he didn’t want to subject his broom to the cold just yet. He thought of Malfoy getting to fly everyday. He wished he had a selection of brooms to choose from.
As he and Ron started to make their way back to the house, he could almost picture Malfoy lazily drifting along on a broom, his hair only just a few shades different than the snow itself.
PART XX
“What’s wrong?” Pansy was sitting on the floor, leaning against an armchair in Draco’s room while Draco was sitting in an armchair across from her.
“Nothing, why?”
“You look kind of sad, that’s all. What are you thinking about?”
“Sex actually,”
“That’s a good topic, I suppose. What about sex?”
Draco sank back into his chair and stared into the fire for a moment, trying to think of a way to put this. He had actually thinking about how two males had sex, but now the thought sprung into his mind that he could actually kind reciprocate the same kind of thing with a woman.
“How many different ways of having sex have we tried?” He asked finally, and Pansy frowned slightly.
“Hmmm, I really don’t know. But then again, I don’t know all the names for them. The positions and stuff I mean.” She paused and looked up at Draco. “My favourite is when you’re angry. That’s really intense.”
Draco smiled a slightly discomfited smile. It was his favourite too.
“And I like sometimes being on top,” Pansy continued. “But after a while I get really tired.” She blushed and Draco slipped onto the floor next to her.
“What about…” Draco felt his insides slide, was he really asking for this? “Sex from…a different…entrance?”
Pansy’s eyes widened and she looked a little startled.
“Draco, if you mean anal sex, you can just say it.”
Draco felt the heat rising under his collar, and loosened it a bit. This was absolutely mortifying. He looked down at his hands and muttered; “Fine, anal sex.”
“Well, I’ve never really thought about it. But if you want, we can try.”
His head shot up. Was she serious? Did she actually want to? He had heard it was really quite painful. He didn’t want to hurt her, except, he really did want to try it.
“As long,” Pansy snuggled into Draco’s side, her arm slipping around his waist. “As long as we use lots and lots and lots of lube.”
“Of course,” he was feeling quite light headed. He was going to get to try it! His respect and love for Pansy Parkinson rocketed upwards. That had been easy. He simply had had to bring it up. She was so lovely and so wonderful and so…oh Merlin!…he was going to sodding try it!
“When did you want to? Does it have to be right now?”
Draco looked down and saw that Pansy had turned a beetroot colour. He had heard some girls simply refuse to do it. Point blank. He couldn’t help but wonder whether Potter and the female Weasel had tried it. A tinge of anger pulsed in his chest; it happened whenever he thought about Potter and the Weasel being intimate.
“No, not right now.” He said, stroking his fingers through her hair. “Pansy? Thanks. I just wanted to try it.”
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I want to try it with you. Now,” she sat up, acting more business-like, ‘have you decided what you’re going to wear to Lady Fitzpatrick’s dinner? It has to match blue remember?”
PART XXI
Malfoy sweating, Malfoy twisting, Malfoy’s hand sliding up and down his own length. Malfoy biting his lip, his hand moving faster and faster. Malfoy’s blond hair spilling over his eyes. Malfoy giving a cry and -
“Yes.” Harry shuddered, slowing down his movements. His hand was covered in his release, and it was collecting in his palm. He certainly hadn’t done that for awhile. He hadn’t masturbated for months. And he kind of missed it.
He slipped out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom, where he washed his hands and brushed his teeth. It was only eleven o’clock at night, but Ginny had spent ages at Diagon Alley that afternoon looking at robes and jewellery and crap. Then she insisted she and Harry had to go to bed early because of Lady Fitzpatrick’s dinner tomorrow night.
As Ginny and Harry bade their goodnights, Charlie had winked at him and Ron had nudged him obviously. Ginny had flipped them the finger, and then left. While Harry was left to dream about Charlie’s wink. Except that Charlie turned into Malfoy within a matter of moments. And the wink turned into Malfoy tossing off in front of him.
Harry got back into bed, feeling warm and fuzzy.
~
He awoke hours later, drenched in sweat and tears running down his face. He scrambled up in bed, fear pounding in his temples and pain screaming through his scar. He needed someone, he needed someone now.
Blindly, he stumbled down the hall and almost fell into Charlie’s room. He shuffled over to his bed and shook his shoulder gently. Why was he waking Charlie, surely Ginny would be the one to wake. Or Ron? Charlie was lying flat on his back, his shirt crumpled and covers on the floor next to him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, but he needed someone’s arms now. As he sat up, rubbing his eyes, the lamp next to the bed slowly dimmed on, as if it sensed him being awake. His eyes widened as he took in Harry’s dishevelled form.
“What’s up, Harry?” he asked sleepily, blinking his eyes quickly. “You look like you’ve been in a fight.”
Harry didn’t say anything, and hazily he got into the bed beside Charlie.
“Nightmare. I need arms,” was all he said, as he buried his face into Charlie’s shirt.
Charlie looked down at Harry Potter who had tears still lightly trickling out of his eyes and onto his shirt. He reached over the slim body and pulled the covers back over them both. He wrapped his large arms around the slightly trembling figure and held him tight.
Charlie may have been kind of wowed to have Harry Potter in his bed, but he was still a sensible boy and set his alarm clock for the morning, so Harry had time to get back into his own bed.
As Harry Potter slept fitfully, Charlie wondered what was wrong with him.
~~~
Author's Notes: Again, I'm so sorry for taking about a million years to put this up. But real life came up and bit me on the ass. Yeah, I know. But expect the next couple of chapters to be up sooooon.
Just before I sign out, is it possible if you uh...say...I dunno...wanted to leave a comment or something...that you put where you found this story? Like which community? Or a rec? Or have you got me friended?
I will name Harry and Draco's babies after you. This is not m-preg. Sorry.
OMG SEXY HARRY/DRACONIANS I LOVE YOU.
Jess
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