Stumble, Part 3
Title: Stumble (Part 3)
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Not Betaed, talk of m-preg.
Word count: 1,521
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: This is my entry for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge for the month of November. This is part 3 and I believe there will be one or two more parts. I just have to get some time to write them. Sorry if there are any mistakes. I was writing fast at Starbucks.
Summary: Draco stumbles into the Gryffindor common room, and Harry happens to be around to offer his services.
Draco had made it out of the Gryffindor Tower without being seen. Thanks in large part to Potter’s bloody cloak. He knew he was going to have to thank the prat when he returned his cloak. When he returned to his room he thanked his lucky stars that it was a Sunday which meant no lessons to attend and that his dorm mates were still in bed. Apparently the Slytherins were smart enough to stay in bed until a more reasonable hour.
Draco removed the cloak and tucked it away into his trunk. He gathered his toiletries and made his way to the dorm showers. He was desperately in need of a wash. Once under the blessedly hot spray of water he let the enormity of the situation settle over him. He had not only lost his virginity to Harry sodding Potter, his most hated school rival, but because of that stupid potion his attackers had made him take, he could not be carrying the prat’s baby. It would seem that the powers that be were conspiring to punish him for all the sins he had committed before and during the war. It did not matter that he had stayed out of trouble since the Final Battle.
Draco groaned in despair and hit the stall wall with his fit, which accomplished nothing, but making him feel a little better and his hand to throb with pain. He whimpered as he cradled his injured hand to his chest and let a few tears slip. Not only was he in pain, but he now had to wash with his left hand!
~*~*~*~
Hours later, Draco’s hand was feeling better and he had arranged to meet Potter in a deserted corridor in order to return the cloak. He was lounging against the wall trying not to think about how he was a bit sore from certain activities when he heard footsteps. Great, Potter was on time. The a figure rounded the corner and Draco got his first look of Potter since that morning. Grey eyes met green and his body started to thrum.
“Harry,” he whispered.
Green was quickly engulfed by black as the eyes that Draco was staring at filled with lust. They were upon each other in seconds. Draco’s arms went around Harry’s neck and his mouth latched onto that wonderful neck. Harry’s own arms went around Draco’s waist, pulling the blond closer. Their erections touched, Draco gasped into his mate’s skin and Harry moaned.
“I need you, Harry. I need you, now,” Draco pleaded.
“Yessss,” Harry hissed.
Harry lifted the blond and Draco immediately wrapped his legs around his lover. The brunet slammed them against the nearest wall and began to devour Draco’s mouth. The blond allowed it for a moment, but the Veela in him demanded privacy.
Draco broke the kiss and licked his lips, which caused the other man to moan and lunge forward for another kiss. The blond turned his head, but his lover did not care and used the opportunity to suck a claiming mark onto his neck. Draco bucked against Harry, enjoying the sensation of his mate’s lips marking him. However, he needed to be out of the open.
“Harry? Harry. Harry!” The brunet hummed in acknoloedgement. “We can’t do this here. We need privacy. You belong to me and no one gets to see you in this state but me. I too belong to you. Do you really want anyone that comes along to see me as I am; flushed and wanting?”
That did it. Harry tore his mouth away from he blond’s neck and growled, “No.” He looked around frantically and located a door to a seldom used classroom. Still holding Draco, he made it to the door, wretched it open and strode through. He placed Draco on a desk and turned to slam and charm the door closed. He then turned back to the blond. “Now, where were we?”
Draco smiled. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a vial of lube that he had unconsciously placed there before coming to meet Harry. He also pulled out the Invisibility cloak and set it aside. “I would like to thank you for the use of your cloak. It provided me with ample protection from prying eyes.”
“And how exactly are you going to thank me?”
Draco gave his mate a seductive smile and removed his school robes. Harry gasped when he noted that blond was naked under his robes.
“Oh will you look at that. It would seem that I have forgotten something.”
Harry was across the room in seconds. He stepped between the blond’s legs and reached for the vial that Draco still held in his hand.
Harry took his time preparing the blond because he was still uncertain and did not want to hurt him. But Draco was having none of that. He pressed himself against Harry’s hand and gyrated his hips in a most enticing manner. Harry worked first one, then a second finger into this lover’s tight channel. He was easing a third finger in when Draco snapped.
“Enough, you tease. I’m ready. Just...” Harry happened to graze Draco’s prostrate at that moment. “Ooohhhh. Right there.” Harry repeated the motion from a second ago and the blond moaned. “Please.”
Harry carefully removed his finger from Draco’s now glistening entrance. He aligned himself and slowly pushed in. Draco threw his head back and moaned when Harry was fully seated in his snug hole. The Gryffindor began withdrawing only to thrust back in seconds later.
Draco held on to his lover’s arms as he was taken against the student’s desk. The stretching of his passage was not entirely pleasurable, but he loved the feel of Harry’s cock filling him. Then Harry changed angles and the blond let out a surprised gasp. His prostrate was receiving quite a nice seeing to and it was bringing him close to orgasm without having had his dick stroked.
Too soon he was throwing his head back and shouting out Harry’s name as his belly and chest were covered in white spunk. Draco’s channel tightened around Harry’s cock as he came and the sensation drove Harry over the edge. He spurted his release into the blond and collapsed on top of him.
Harry caught his breath first and pushed himself off of his lover. He slowly withdrew from Draco’s tight heat. The wet slide causing both of them to gasp in remembered pleasure and then wince in slight discomfort. Draco had still to recover and was slumped against the desk.
Harry thought he looked deliciously debauched. He feasted his eyes on the come covered blond; hair disheveled, arms and legs slightly akimbo and recently used hole still glinting with Harry’s spunk. He felt like cock give an interested twitch, but it was a bit soon for more than that. However, if Draco continued to just lay there, it would not be too long before Harry would be compelled to take him again.
Draco finally regained the ability to move his limbs. He shifted into a sitting position and stared down at his body. He was covered in drying come and sweat. He wrinkled his nose. He hopped of the desk and grimaced. Potter had been a little too enthusiastic. Hell! Draco himself had been all too enthusiastic.
Draco was looking around for his clothes when reality came crashing down upon him. He had let, no, he had begged Potter to fuck him again. He had carried the lube. He had arrived for their meeting wearing nothing under his robes! How could he not have realised? The only explanation was that the Veela potion was still in his system. Which meant that what they just did would likely ensure that Draco became pregnant.
Harry was watching Draco. He watched as the blond looked around for his clothes but suddenly freeze. He watched as an expression of horror grew on his face. He watched as little by little every trace of the pleasure that Draco had just experienced was replaced by not only horror but dread. Harry spotted Draco’s robes, bent to pick them up and held them up for the blond.
Draco finally looked at Potter and his body started to tell him that he wanted him again. Given that he had recently been satisfied by none other than Potter, his mind found it a bit easier to resist. He snatched his robes, threw them on and made for the door. He stopped with his hand on the handle and spoke.
“Stay away from me Potter. I’m not fully in control of myself yet and I do not want a repeat of this little scene. Tell Granger that I will see her in a week. Until then, just avoid me.” And then he was gone.
Harry was left alone in an empty classroom. He had just had wonderful sex and had been rejected by Draco Malfoy once again. And to make matters worse, Malfoy was probably pregnant with his child. Harry signed, grabbed his invisibility cloak and left the classroom. Life had been a lot less complicated when Voldemort was alive.
Stumble, Part 4
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Not Betaed, talk of m-preg.
Word count: 1,521
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: This is my entry for enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge for the month of November. This is part 3 and I believe there will be one or two more parts. I just have to get some time to write them. Sorry if there are any mistakes. I was writing fast at Starbucks.
Summary: Draco stumbles into the Gryffindor common room, and Harry happens to be around to offer his services.
Draco had made it out of the Gryffindor Tower without being seen. Thanks in large part to Potter’s bloody cloak. He knew he was going to have to thank the prat when he returned his cloak. When he returned to his room he thanked his lucky stars that it was a Sunday which meant no lessons to attend and that his dorm mates were still in bed. Apparently the Slytherins were smart enough to stay in bed until a more reasonable hour.
Draco removed the cloak and tucked it away into his trunk. He gathered his toiletries and made his way to the dorm showers. He was desperately in need of a wash. Once under the blessedly hot spray of water he let the enormity of the situation settle over him. He had not only lost his virginity to Harry sodding Potter, his most hated school rival, but because of that stupid potion his attackers had made him take, he could not be carrying the prat’s baby. It would seem that the powers that be were conspiring to punish him for all the sins he had committed before and during the war. It did not matter that he had stayed out of trouble since the Final Battle.
Draco groaned in despair and hit the stall wall with his fit, which accomplished nothing, but making him feel a little better and his hand to throb with pain. He whimpered as he cradled his injured hand to his chest and let a few tears slip. Not only was he in pain, but he now had to wash with his left hand!
~*~*~*~
Hours later, Draco’s hand was feeling better and he had arranged to meet Potter in a deserted corridor in order to return the cloak. He was lounging against the wall trying not to think about how he was a bit sore from certain activities when he heard footsteps. Great, Potter was on time. The a figure rounded the corner and Draco got his first look of Potter since that morning. Grey eyes met green and his body started to thrum.
“Harry,” he whispered.
Green was quickly engulfed by black as the eyes that Draco was staring at filled with lust. They were upon each other in seconds. Draco’s arms went around Harry’s neck and his mouth latched onto that wonderful neck. Harry’s own arms went around Draco’s waist, pulling the blond closer. Their erections touched, Draco gasped into his mate’s skin and Harry moaned.
“I need you, Harry. I need you, now,” Draco pleaded.
“Yessss,” Harry hissed.
Harry lifted the blond and Draco immediately wrapped his legs around his lover. The brunet slammed them against the nearest wall and began to devour Draco’s mouth. The blond allowed it for a moment, but the Veela in him demanded privacy.
Draco broke the kiss and licked his lips, which caused the other man to moan and lunge forward for another kiss. The blond turned his head, but his lover did not care and used the opportunity to suck a claiming mark onto his neck. Draco bucked against Harry, enjoying the sensation of his mate’s lips marking him. However, he needed to be out of the open.
“Harry? Harry. Harry!” The brunet hummed in acknoloedgement. “We can’t do this here. We need privacy. You belong to me and no one gets to see you in this state but me. I too belong to you. Do you really want anyone that comes along to see me as I am; flushed and wanting?”
That did it. Harry tore his mouth away from he blond’s neck and growled, “No.” He looked around frantically and located a door to a seldom used classroom. Still holding Draco, he made it to the door, wretched it open and strode through. He placed Draco on a desk and turned to slam and charm the door closed. He then turned back to the blond. “Now, where were we?”
Draco smiled. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a vial of lube that he had unconsciously placed there before coming to meet Harry. He also pulled out the Invisibility cloak and set it aside. “I would like to thank you for the use of your cloak. It provided me with ample protection from prying eyes.”
“And how exactly are you going to thank me?”
Draco gave his mate a seductive smile and removed his school robes. Harry gasped when he noted that blond was naked under his robes.
“Oh will you look at that. It would seem that I have forgotten something.”
Harry was across the room in seconds. He stepped between the blond’s legs and reached for the vial that Draco still held in his hand.
Harry took his time preparing the blond because he was still uncertain and did not want to hurt him. But Draco was having none of that. He pressed himself against Harry’s hand and gyrated his hips in a most enticing manner. Harry worked first one, then a second finger into this lover’s tight channel. He was easing a third finger in when Draco snapped.
“Enough, you tease. I’m ready. Just...” Harry happened to graze Draco’s prostrate at that moment. “Ooohhhh. Right there.” Harry repeated the motion from a second ago and the blond moaned. “Please.”
Harry carefully removed his finger from Draco’s now glistening entrance. He aligned himself and slowly pushed in. Draco threw his head back and moaned when Harry was fully seated in his snug hole. The Gryffindor began withdrawing only to thrust back in seconds later.
Draco held on to his lover’s arms as he was taken against the student’s desk. The stretching of his passage was not entirely pleasurable, but he loved the feel of Harry’s cock filling him. Then Harry changed angles and the blond let out a surprised gasp. His prostrate was receiving quite a nice seeing to and it was bringing him close to orgasm without having had his dick stroked.
Too soon he was throwing his head back and shouting out Harry’s name as his belly and chest were covered in white spunk. Draco’s channel tightened around Harry’s cock as he came and the sensation drove Harry over the edge. He spurted his release into the blond and collapsed on top of him.
Harry caught his breath first and pushed himself off of his lover. He slowly withdrew from Draco’s tight heat. The wet slide causing both of them to gasp in remembered pleasure and then wince in slight discomfort. Draco had still to recover and was slumped against the desk.
Harry thought he looked deliciously debauched. He feasted his eyes on the come covered blond; hair disheveled, arms and legs slightly akimbo and recently used hole still glinting with Harry’s spunk. He felt like cock give an interested twitch, but it was a bit soon for more than that. However, if Draco continued to just lay there, it would not be too long before Harry would be compelled to take him again.
Draco finally regained the ability to move his limbs. He shifted into a sitting position and stared down at his body. He was covered in drying come and sweat. He wrinkled his nose. He hopped of the desk and grimaced. Potter had been a little too enthusiastic. Hell! Draco himself had been all too enthusiastic.
Draco was looking around for his clothes when reality came crashing down upon him. He had let, no, he had begged Potter to fuck him again. He had carried the lube. He had arrived for their meeting wearing nothing under his robes! How could he not have realised? The only explanation was that the Veela potion was still in his system. Which meant that what they just did would likely ensure that Draco became pregnant.
Harry was watching Draco. He watched as the blond looked around for his clothes but suddenly freeze. He watched as an expression of horror grew on his face. He watched as little by little every trace of the pleasure that Draco had just experienced was replaced by not only horror but dread. Harry spotted Draco’s robes, bent to pick them up and held them up for the blond.
Draco finally looked at Potter and his body started to tell him that he wanted him again. Given that he had recently been satisfied by none other than Potter, his mind found it a bit easier to resist. He snatched his robes, threw them on and made for the door. He stopped with his hand on the handle and spoke.
“Stay away from me Potter. I’m not fully in control of myself yet and I do not want a repeat of this little scene. Tell Granger that I will see her in a week. Until then, just avoid me.” And then he was gone.
Harry was left alone in an empty classroom. He had just had wonderful sex and had been rejected by Draco Malfoy once again. And to make matters worse, Malfoy was probably pregnant with his child. Harry signed, grabbed his invisibility cloak and left the classroom. Life had been a lot less complicated when Voldemort was alive.
Stumble, Part 4