Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy - Beautiful to Me - One Shot - NC-17
Title:Beautiful to Me
Author: screaminglungs
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 - My first attempt at smut soo please be gentle!!
Word Count: 1900
Summary:Harry gets depressed as he watches Draco flirt with another guy at a ministry party.
Harry had had it. Absolutely fucking had it, he didn’t mean to sound like a petulant child but Draco was his boyfriend and how dare Snape stand there and flirt with him so obviously! Especially when he knew Harry was right across the room? Harry shouldn’t really have been surprised; it wasn’t like Snape had ever accommodated his feelings in the past. He never had during school, why would he do it now? But Draco! That was a completely different issue. Harry watched as the blonde haired man fluttered those disgustingly long eyelashes and smiled up at the taller dark haired wizard. Harry was absolutely livid. They had been together for a year yet Draco seemed to be acting on his school boy crush like Harry wasn’t even there.
Harry didn’t even want to come to this stupid party, Draco had almost forcibly shoved him into a suit and dragged him here offering him incentives. This was his repayment? Harry snorted into his red wine. He could not take his eyes off of Draco. He was fucking beautiful with that smile on his face, Harry only hated that it was being directed at another person. It was times like these when he questioned their relationship. Was he really what Draco needed? Or in fact wanted? He wasn’t a Slytherin; he couldn’t spend hours talking to him about potions, or share in life long stories. Harry wasn’t overly smart or good looking, at least he didn’t think so and sometimes he just didn’t understand why Draco would be with him.
He gulped down the rest of his wine and placed it on a passing tray. He hated events like these, full of stuffy ministry officials and Hogwarts alumni but of course being Harry Potter he had no choice but to attend. He’d have given anything right then to be snuggled up with Draco on their sofa just staring into the fire, the blonde’s head on his chest as he ran his fingers through that wonderful hair. Not here, not in this stuffy suit, not staring at Draco talking to that smirking greasy bastard.
Draco finally looked up at him after what felt like hours and frowned when he noticed the expression on Harry’s face. What had he done? He didn’t have much time to think over the expression before Harry turned and strode from the room without as much as a backwards glance.
Harry walked through the crowd of people milling around the room and managed to slip out of the large oak doors without being accosted for a photograph or by being asking about work. Now out of the room he ran down the marble staircase of the large manor and crossed the foyer to the front door; once outside he apparated.
He didn’t normally act this way. He didn’t normally abandon Draco at a party even if they were in the middle of a tiff. He just honestly could not stand there and watch him bat his eyes at Severus for a single moment longer. Harry had never claimed to be the most confident of men and his ego was easily bruised. He also by no means claimed to never get jealous of Draco; Seamus Finnegan had said it best when he agreed that “who wouldn’t be possessive if they were with someone like Malfoy?” Draco was beautiful, and he often wondered why he bothered with a scarred and broken be-spectacled idiot like him?
Harry was never able to look at his good points, he was the best Seeker in the country, he had defeated the most infamous and powerful wizard of all time at aged 17 and had grown in to a beautiful young man in his own way. Whenever anyone attempted to point this out to him he would modestly blush and insist that none of it was his doing. There were other players on the team, Ron and Hermione were there holding wands that night and surely, he couldn’t possibly be beautiful?
He arrived outside their house and tapped his wand on the door handle to enter. The house was warmer and Harry shivered as the cold began to leave his body. He slipped off his shoes by the front door and pulled his jacket off, hanging it over the banister before walking into the living room.
He slumped down in front of the fire in one of their huge wingback chairs. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his crisp white shirt. He held his feet up in front of the fire for a little while and warmed his feet.
Draco apparated outside their home moments after he had seen Harry leave, he had no idea what he had done to make Harry look so sad. He had only been talking to Severus, in fact Severus was telling him about his relationship with the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. He was positively glowing; Draco didn’t think he had ever seen the man that close to happy in all the years they had known one another.
Harry stiffened at the sound of Draco entering their house; the inevitable confrontation was going to happen sooner than expected. He held his breath and waited for Draco to say something.
Draco slipped his shoes off next to Harry’s and placed his jacket onto the banister. He walked into the living room but stopped short just inside the door at the sight of Harry warming his feet. He didn’t quite know what to say to him, he had no idea why he was upset. He walked across the room and stood in front of the fire, he looked up at Harry who was refusing to meet his eye.
“What’s the matter?” Draco whispered his voice cracking. Harry just looked so miserable.
“Why are you with me?” Harry continued to stare into the fire. There was silence for a moment but suddenly there was Draco kneeling right in front of him and Harry was forced to look at him.
“What’s the matter?” Draco’s thin fingers gripped at Harry’s and his grey eyes stared up at him with an intensity that Harry forgot Draco could possess.
“I just don’t understand why you would want to be with me, there’s nothing special…” Harry stared at their joined hands and swallowed past the lump in his throat.
“Why would you say that?” Draco squeezed harder at his hand.
“I saw you with Severus tonight. You looked so happy, so beautiful…” Harry looked up at him and his eyes were glossy. It made Draco swallow hard, he knew that things between them hadn’t been wonderful recently but did Harry really believe that that overgrown bat would make him happier?
Before Harry could even finish his sentence Draco clambered into his lap, his thighs pressed into the outside of Harry’s legs. Harry looked up at him in bewildered wonderment, his eyes glossy and wide behind his glasses. To Draco, he could not look more beautiful.
“You’re silly, you know that? I love you, you stupid Gryffindor, what am I going to have to do to make you realise that?” Draco shifted on Harry’s lap experimentally, making Harry gasp at the sudden pressure on his groin. Draco smiled down at him and was happy to see Harry blush.
“Well that could be a good start.” Harry’s voice was throaty and Draco shifted more, deliberately this time, thrusting his hips into the man beneath him.
Harry ran the palms of his hands up Draco’s shirt clad chest and began unbuttoning him one by one, almost teasingly. He never once took his eyes off of the man above him, and simply bit his lip to keep from crying out every time Draco thrust against him.
Draco began to work on Harry’s buttons and within minutes they were being slid off of shoulders and carelessly tossed to the floor. Draco made a point of leaving Harry’s tie around his neck. Harry gripped Draco’s taut arse and pulled him closer, causing them both to release a hiss of pleasure. Draco leered down at Harry and gripped at the black silk tie that remained hung loosely around his tanned neck. He pulled it tight and began to rock against Harry who purred like a contented kitten.
Harry’s hand found themselves undoing Draco’s belt and unzipping his dress trousers, he wiggled his hand inside his boxers and took hold of his length, making the blonde hiss and buck into Harry’s warm sweat slicked palm. It was then that Draco smile didn’t matter to Harry, it didn’t matter whom he smiled at because he was the only person who got to see him this way. Got to see him completely lose control and moan and writhe. Draco unzipped Harry and pulled his trousers open. He teasingly began to return the favour, his fingers providing maddening feather like caresses to his length. Harry groaned in frustrating and gripped Draco’s wrist. They stared at one another intently before Draco stood and dropped his trousers completely.
With a whispered spell Draco positioned himself over Harry and sat down, gasping at the full feeling of his lover entering him. With his back to Harry’s chest Draco could grip Harry’s lower thighs and move his body up and down Harry’s length as he pleased, which he all the while releasing moan after moan from the back of his throat. Harry slid his arms around Draco’s sweat glistened chest and pulled the smaller man back against him so that his chest was pressed tightly against Draco’s back. Every movement Draco made elicited a groan from Harry who began to suck the sensitive spot behind Draco’s ear.
Draco reached behind him and gripped at Harry’s unruly mop of hair making him hiss and thrust up into him harder. Harry gripped at Draco’s hips and held him tightly while he continued to thrust with ferocity. He loved when they fucked this way, with Draco riding him, he loved giving control over to Draco while still feeling that wonderful tight heat surrounding him. He also loved to watch Draco as rode him, his face a mix of pleasurable pain as he shifted his hips up and down.
“Harry…” It was a drawn out, snake like hiss and it made the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stand on end, Draco was close he could feel his internal muscles clamping down around him and he gave one more thrust up into the pliable body before he came, wailing.
Draco rode his softening prick for a little while longer whimpering into his own orgasm as Harry cupped his balls. Draco collapsed back onto him while Harry ran his hand through the sticky mess on the blonde’s stomach. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean making Draco groan.
Their eyes met and Harry smiled sheepishly, it had been a long time since they had made love, let alone on a living room chair.
“I love you.” Draco whispered and pressed his nose into the fleshy underside of Harry’s neck. Harry wrapped his arms around the smaller man and they remained in silence listening to their heavy breathing.
Harry knew he would always be irrational, always be jealous, always be just a little too insecure but as long as he had Draco to keep him grounded then those things didn’t matter so much.
Author: screaminglungs
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 - My first attempt at smut soo please be gentle!!
Word Count: 1900
Summary:Harry gets depressed as he watches Draco flirt with another guy at a ministry party.
Harry had had it. Absolutely fucking had it, he didn’t mean to sound like a petulant child but Draco was his boyfriend and how dare Snape stand there and flirt with him so obviously! Especially when he knew Harry was right across the room? Harry shouldn’t really have been surprised; it wasn’t like Snape had ever accommodated his feelings in the past. He never had during school, why would he do it now? But Draco! That was a completely different issue. Harry watched as the blonde haired man fluttered those disgustingly long eyelashes and smiled up at the taller dark haired wizard. Harry was absolutely livid. They had been together for a year yet Draco seemed to be acting on his school boy crush like Harry wasn’t even there.
Harry didn’t even want to come to this stupid party, Draco had almost forcibly shoved him into a suit and dragged him here offering him incentives. This was his repayment? Harry snorted into his red wine. He could not take his eyes off of Draco. He was fucking beautiful with that smile on his face, Harry only hated that it was being directed at another person. It was times like these when he questioned their relationship. Was he really what Draco needed? Or in fact wanted? He wasn’t a Slytherin; he couldn’t spend hours talking to him about potions, or share in life long stories. Harry wasn’t overly smart or good looking, at least he didn’t think so and sometimes he just didn’t understand why Draco would be with him.
He gulped down the rest of his wine and placed it on a passing tray. He hated events like these, full of stuffy ministry officials and Hogwarts alumni but of course being Harry Potter he had no choice but to attend. He’d have given anything right then to be snuggled up with Draco on their sofa just staring into the fire, the blonde’s head on his chest as he ran his fingers through that wonderful hair. Not here, not in this stuffy suit, not staring at Draco talking to that smirking greasy bastard.
Draco finally looked up at him after what felt like hours and frowned when he noticed the expression on Harry’s face. What had he done? He didn’t have much time to think over the expression before Harry turned and strode from the room without as much as a backwards glance.
Harry walked through the crowd of people milling around the room and managed to slip out of the large oak doors without being accosted for a photograph or by being asking about work. Now out of the room he ran down the marble staircase of the large manor and crossed the foyer to the front door; once outside he apparated.
He didn’t normally act this way. He didn’t normally abandon Draco at a party even if they were in the middle of a tiff. He just honestly could not stand there and watch him bat his eyes at Severus for a single moment longer. Harry had never claimed to be the most confident of men and his ego was easily bruised. He also by no means claimed to never get jealous of Draco; Seamus Finnegan had said it best when he agreed that “who wouldn’t be possessive if they were with someone like Malfoy?” Draco was beautiful, and he often wondered why he bothered with a scarred and broken be-spectacled idiot like him?
Harry was never able to look at his good points, he was the best Seeker in the country, he had defeated the most infamous and powerful wizard of all time at aged 17 and had grown in to a beautiful young man in his own way. Whenever anyone attempted to point this out to him he would modestly blush and insist that none of it was his doing. There were other players on the team, Ron and Hermione were there holding wands that night and surely, he couldn’t possibly be beautiful?
He arrived outside their house and tapped his wand on the door handle to enter. The house was warmer and Harry shivered as the cold began to leave his body. He slipped off his shoes by the front door and pulled his jacket off, hanging it over the banister before walking into the living room.
He slumped down in front of the fire in one of their huge wingback chairs. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his crisp white shirt. He held his feet up in front of the fire for a little while and warmed his feet.
Draco apparated outside their home moments after he had seen Harry leave, he had no idea what he had done to make Harry look so sad. He had only been talking to Severus, in fact Severus was telling him about his relationship with the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. He was positively glowing; Draco didn’t think he had ever seen the man that close to happy in all the years they had known one another.
Harry stiffened at the sound of Draco entering their house; the inevitable confrontation was going to happen sooner than expected. He held his breath and waited for Draco to say something.
Draco slipped his shoes off next to Harry’s and placed his jacket onto the banister. He walked into the living room but stopped short just inside the door at the sight of Harry warming his feet. He didn’t quite know what to say to him, he had no idea why he was upset. He walked across the room and stood in front of the fire, he looked up at Harry who was refusing to meet his eye.
“What’s the matter?” Draco whispered his voice cracking. Harry just looked so miserable.
“Why are you with me?” Harry continued to stare into the fire. There was silence for a moment but suddenly there was Draco kneeling right in front of him and Harry was forced to look at him.
“What’s the matter?” Draco’s thin fingers gripped at Harry’s and his grey eyes stared up at him with an intensity that Harry forgot Draco could possess.
“I just don’t understand why you would want to be with me, there’s nothing special…” Harry stared at their joined hands and swallowed past the lump in his throat.
“Why would you say that?” Draco squeezed harder at his hand.
“I saw you with Severus tonight. You looked so happy, so beautiful…” Harry looked up at him and his eyes were glossy. It made Draco swallow hard, he knew that things between them hadn’t been wonderful recently but did Harry really believe that that overgrown bat would make him happier?
Before Harry could even finish his sentence Draco clambered into his lap, his thighs pressed into the outside of Harry’s legs. Harry looked up at him in bewildered wonderment, his eyes glossy and wide behind his glasses. To Draco, he could not look more beautiful.
“You’re silly, you know that? I love you, you stupid Gryffindor, what am I going to have to do to make you realise that?” Draco shifted on Harry’s lap experimentally, making Harry gasp at the sudden pressure on his groin. Draco smiled down at him and was happy to see Harry blush.
“Well that could be a good start.” Harry’s voice was throaty and Draco shifted more, deliberately this time, thrusting his hips into the man beneath him.
Harry ran the palms of his hands up Draco’s shirt clad chest and began unbuttoning him one by one, almost teasingly. He never once took his eyes off of the man above him, and simply bit his lip to keep from crying out every time Draco thrust against him.
Draco began to work on Harry’s buttons and within minutes they were being slid off of shoulders and carelessly tossed to the floor. Draco made a point of leaving Harry’s tie around his neck. Harry gripped Draco’s taut arse and pulled him closer, causing them both to release a hiss of pleasure. Draco leered down at Harry and gripped at the black silk tie that remained hung loosely around his tanned neck. He pulled it tight and began to rock against Harry who purred like a contented kitten.
Harry’s hand found themselves undoing Draco’s belt and unzipping his dress trousers, he wiggled his hand inside his boxers and took hold of his length, making the blonde hiss and buck into Harry’s warm sweat slicked palm. It was then that Draco smile didn’t matter to Harry, it didn’t matter whom he smiled at because he was the only person who got to see him this way. Got to see him completely lose control and moan and writhe. Draco unzipped Harry and pulled his trousers open. He teasingly began to return the favour, his fingers providing maddening feather like caresses to his length. Harry groaned in frustrating and gripped Draco’s wrist. They stared at one another intently before Draco stood and dropped his trousers completely.
With a whispered spell Draco positioned himself over Harry and sat down, gasping at the full feeling of his lover entering him. With his back to Harry’s chest Draco could grip Harry’s lower thighs and move his body up and down Harry’s length as he pleased, which he all the while releasing moan after moan from the back of his throat. Harry slid his arms around Draco’s sweat glistened chest and pulled the smaller man back against him so that his chest was pressed tightly against Draco’s back. Every movement Draco made elicited a groan from Harry who began to suck the sensitive spot behind Draco’s ear.
Draco reached behind him and gripped at Harry’s unruly mop of hair making him hiss and thrust up into him harder. Harry gripped at Draco’s hips and held him tightly while he continued to thrust with ferocity. He loved when they fucked this way, with Draco riding him, he loved giving control over to Draco while still feeling that wonderful tight heat surrounding him. He also loved to watch Draco as rode him, his face a mix of pleasurable pain as he shifted his hips up and down.
“Harry…” It was a drawn out, snake like hiss and it made the hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stand on end, Draco was close he could feel his internal muscles clamping down around him and he gave one more thrust up into the pliable body before he came, wailing.
Draco rode his softening prick for a little while longer whimpering into his own orgasm as Harry cupped his balls. Draco collapsed back onto him while Harry ran his hand through the sticky mess on the blonde’s stomach. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean making Draco groan.
Their eyes met and Harry smiled sheepishly, it had been a long time since they had made love, let alone on a living room chair.
“I love you.” Draco whispered and pressed his nose into the fleshy underside of Harry’s neck. Harry wrapped his arms around the smaller man and they remained in silence listening to their heavy breathing.
Harry knew he would always be irrational, always be jealous, always be just a little too insecure but as long as he had Draco to keep him grounded then those things didn’t matter so much.