VF chp. 1
Co-written with the hot saucy photogene.
Warnings: angst. angst. angst. angst. capslocks.
VENOMOUS FRICTION, chapter 1
"OH MY GODS, MALFOY, DO YOU ALWAYS WEAR YOU LEATHER PANTS LIKE THAT?" HARRY ASKED
"SHUT UP, POTTER," DRACO SAID VENEMOUSLY. HE HATED POTTER. "I HATE YOU. I BET YOU TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE."
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CHOCOLATE!" HARRY EXCLAIMED, FEELING MOMENTARILY TEARFUL AT THE MEMORY OF THE LOSS OF YET ANOTHER OF HIS FAKE FATHERS. HIS LEAF-GREEN EYES WERE SHINING WITH UNSHED TEARS AND HE HASTILY SHOVED MALFOY UP AGAINST THE WALL SO HE WOULDN'T SEE. "AND I HATE /YOU/!" HE HISSED, SOUNDING LIKE A THOUSAND MATING SNAKES.
DRACO GASPED, FEELING HIS HEART OF ICE MELT BECAUSE OF THE FIERYNESS OF POTTER'S GAZE. "POTTER. DON'T." HE WANTED TO TURN HIS FACE AWAY BUT POTTER'S EYES WERE MESMERIZING IN THEIR GREENNESS, DEEP LIKE THE OCEAN, AND HE COULDN'T LOOK AWAY. "I CAN'T. MY FATHER WOULD KILL ME." A TEAR ROLLED DOWN HIS CHEEK, AND DRACO THE ICE PRINCE FELT LIKE MAYBE, MAYBE HARRY COULD SAVE HIM.
HARRY SHIVERED AS MALFOY'S LITHE, GRACEFUL, SENSUAL HIPS WERE SUDDENLY PRESSED AGAINST HIS OWN, THE VERY VERY LOWCUT LEATHER PANTS REVEALING AN ICY EXPANSE OF SUBTLY GLIMMERING SKIN AND HIS HEART TWISTED WITH A RED FIERY TWIST IN HIS CHEST WHEN THE SINGLE TEAR JUST HAPPENED TO FALL UNTO HIS LIPS, AND HE SUDDENLY TASTED THE LONELY BITTERNESS OF HIS ARCHNEMEIS' EXISTENCE. "DRACO! I MEAN, MALFOY" - HARRY'S VOICE SHUDDERED LIKE A SHIP IN A WILD STORM, "PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU."
DRACO SHIVERED AT THE SOUNDS THAT SUDDENLY FELL FROM HARRY'S BEAUTIFULLY RED AND CHEWED LIPS, SINUOUS AND SNAKE-LIKE. HE GROANED, ARCHING HIS LEATHER-CLAD HIPS TOWARD HARRY'S TANNED BODY, FEELING THE UTTER WRONGNESS OF THE SITUATION BUT UNABLE TO STOP HIMSELF. "HARRY," HE SAID, SURPRISED AT HOW RIGHT THAT NAME SOUNDED ON HIS LIPS (AND HOW /WRONG/.) "YOU CAN'T SAVE ME."
Warnings: angst. angst. angst. angst. capslocks.
VENOMOUS FRICTION, chapter 1
"OH MY GODS, MALFOY, DO YOU ALWAYS WEAR YOU LEATHER PANTS LIKE THAT?" HARRY ASKED
"SHUT UP, POTTER," DRACO SAID VENEMOUSLY. HE HATED POTTER. "I HATE YOU. I BET YOU TASTE LIKE CHOCOLATE."
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CHOCOLATE!" HARRY EXCLAIMED, FEELING MOMENTARILY TEARFUL AT THE MEMORY OF THE LOSS OF YET ANOTHER OF HIS FAKE FATHERS. HIS LEAF-GREEN EYES WERE SHINING WITH UNSHED TEARS AND HE HASTILY SHOVED MALFOY UP AGAINST THE WALL SO HE WOULDN'T SEE. "AND I HATE /YOU/!" HE HISSED, SOUNDING LIKE A THOUSAND MATING SNAKES.
DRACO GASPED, FEELING HIS HEART OF ICE MELT BECAUSE OF THE FIERYNESS OF POTTER'S GAZE. "POTTER. DON'T." HE WANTED TO TURN HIS FACE AWAY BUT POTTER'S EYES WERE MESMERIZING IN THEIR GREENNESS, DEEP LIKE THE OCEAN, AND HE COULDN'T LOOK AWAY. "I CAN'T. MY FATHER WOULD KILL ME." A TEAR ROLLED DOWN HIS CHEEK, AND DRACO THE ICE PRINCE FELT LIKE MAYBE, MAYBE HARRY COULD SAVE HIM.
HARRY SHIVERED AS MALFOY'S LITHE, GRACEFUL, SENSUAL HIPS WERE SUDDENLY PRESSED AGAINST HIS OWN, THE VERY VERY LOWCUT LEATHER PANTS REVEALING AN ICY EXPANSE OF SUBTLY GLIMMERING SKIN AND HIS HEART TWISTED WITH A RED FIERY TWIST IN HIS CHEST WHEN THE SINGLE TEAR JUST HAPPENED TO FALL UNTO HIS LIPS, AND HE SUDDENLY TASTED THE LONELY BITTERNESS OF HIS ARCHNEMEIS' EXISTENCE. "DRACO! I MEAN, MALFOY" - HARRY'S VOICE SHUDDERED LIKE A SHIP IN A WILD STORM, "PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU."
DRACO SHIVERED AT THE SOUNDS THAT SUDDENLY FELL FROM HARRY'S BEAUTIFULLY RED AND CHEWED LIPS, SINUOUS AND SNAKE-LIKE. HE GROANED, ARCHING HIS LEATHER-CLAD HIPS TOWARD HARRY'S TANNED BODY, FEELING THE UTTER WRONGNESS OF THE SITUATION BUT UNABLE TO STOP HIMSELF. "HARRY," HE SAID, SURPRISED AT HOW RIGHT THAT NAME SOUNDED ON HIS LIPS (AND HOW /WRONG/.) "YOU CAN'T SAVE ME."