Not a sinner nor a saint
Title: Not a sinner nor a saint
Author: naturegirlrocks
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: 15
Warning: nakedness
Disclaimer: not my boys!
A/N : This is a challenge that I made for myself. If anyone else wants to use it - DO! And then tell me J Put on your music player on “Random All” push six times (because 6 in Swedish is pronounced sex). Then you write a fan fic based on lyrics of the song that come up. No cheating!
My song: Not a sinner, nor a Saint - Alcazar
“Were are you going, Potter?” Draco was half asleep on the bed.
“Just for a walk,” Harry shrugged and pulled up his pants. “I need to think.”
“That’s a first,” he tried to smile at his own joke. “Do you really need to analyse this?”
“I realize that there are no rules for this…” Harrys eyes darted around the Slytherins dorm room. He was wondering how he had got there in the first place. “But, I can say for sure, someone will say that we just broke several.”
“What will be, will be,” Draco rose to a sitting position.
He leaned back, putting his hands behind his neck. In doing so, he showed off his muscular biceps and torso. Harry grunted and looked away, trying to concentrate on tying his shoes.
“There will be much crying and sorrow among your fans.”
“Do you think yourself a poet, or something?” Harry was now fully dressed, in the same clothes he had on yesterday, but still fully dressed. Draco was still naked; witch was irritating and somewhat intriguing.
“I’m not sorry for having a talented tongue,” Draco slowly licked his upper lip.
“Look,” Harry tried to fight his awakening urges. “My life is basically planned out for me, and we two…”
“I’m too much of a sinner for you?” His voice was angry. “Is that it? Saint Potter?”
Draco was out of the bed faster than Harry had expected. He stepped back, holding his eyes firmly on the naked blonds face. Draco held out his hand and grabbed hold of the back of Harry’s neck. Why was it that every time they touched, Harry felt faint? He was loosing his head over Draco Malfoy!
“I was forgiven,” said Draco. “That means I can live and love as I want.” He smiled. “I don’t want to be the sinner any more. And you, dear boy, are not a saint.”
“Your breaking my heart, Malfoy,” Harry rolled his eyes and blushed.
“Never going to let that happen,” Draco's voice was so honest that Harry almost forgot about the nakedness. “You have forgiven me too, haven’t you? Or do you want to hear my confession?”
“Maybe…” Harry tried to hold his smile back. “Have you been a bad boy?”
“Me? A bad boy? Lets see…” Draco leaned in for a kiss. “I can’t remember…”
Their lips locked. Harry put his hands on the smooth back, stroking it, living its softness. He felt long fingers pushing down on his hips, looking for his belt.
“Don’t…” Harry tore himself away. “I said, I need to think first!”
“You are not my babysitter, Potter!” He stroked the crouch of Harry’s pants.
“Aah! Stop it!”
“Don’t be like that,” he stroked again.
“Aah!”
“At least give me some satisfaction before you go.”
“You are a sinner!” Harry gave in.
“Then save me…”
fin