Just A Little Taste (6/6)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: JK owns I perv.
Title: Just A Little Taste
Author: Sisika
Beta: None
Pairing :H/D
Warning: Slash! (Uh uh homophobes, there is hot strong man loving going on, and we love it! )
Rating: NC-17 (Yup there's sex people!)
Summary: Draco, has one passion. And that is creating food that leaves the consumer feeling like he or she or it just went on a rollercoaster. Okay, he also likes the Powerpuff Girls... But I didn't tell you that! And well Harry, he just is. chef!Draco, in love!Harry. And a lot of finger licking boy love!
Just A Little Taste
Chapter 6
Harry hardly saw anything through the haze of tears, spread like a thin muslin veil across the expanse of his eyes. The knight bus had long been deserted by Ernie, presumably for that golden vessel in the sky, and a jovial blue eyed man now drove the bus, with a lot lesser jerks, twists and bumps. There was a curtain across the bed to grant him some privacy anyway, and Harry opened the floodgates like the man he was.
Draco loved him. Draco loved him. Draco loved him! He said it out loud, the vowels and consonants rolling of his tongue in a harmony that rang in his ears till he knew there was no going back into a world where Draco did not love him.
For such a world would be empty and devoid, and...
So, at four in the morning Harry found himself where he always found himself when his life shattered and broke and landed in a thousand million beautiful pieces on the floor.
Narcissa Malfoy
***
“Well, I always knew you were thick, Mr. Potter, but I never knew you were also blind.”
Narcissa didn’t smile, God forbid should that happen, she merely smirked, and Harry knew he was family.
***
“You love him, he loves you, but all these misunderstandings!” Lucius was on top form for a man on house arrest when it came to sarcasm, satire and making Harry’s life miserable. Still. “It sounds like one of those awful muggle moving pictures, what was it called Narcissa?”
“Film, Luke, do try and remember, you have to take an exam next week.”
Harry looked up from the tea he was trying to drown his sorrows, and most of his overlong hair in. “Exam?”
Lucius winced and Narcissa smirked again, and proceeded to relate to Harry in exact detail how the community service, namely helping Arthur, (she called him that) was going.
Harry stared at Lucius for a while, and said nothing. Then, burst into laughter of the acute kind, the kind of laughter that left the recipient gasping, and gurgling and wailing for breath, clutching ones sides, rolling on the floor in agony- ecstasy.
Harry looked up from the finest Turkish shag pile carpet to shout “Luke!” and dissolved again.
***
“What do you call him?” Harry looked at Narcissa and smiled faintly.
“Powerpuff.” Narcissa eyes widened as comically as they could, (for her at least) and she sighed.
“I knew the telly was a mistake Luke.”
Lucius shrugged, and said he didn’t give a flying rat’s arse, (scowl from the wife), and wasn’t she the one who had declared the Fab Five angels?
Narcissa sighed again and pointed out very calmly, albeit a little coldly, that he was the one who couldn’t stop watching Friends.
***
“Ugly Betty!”
“Dog, the Bounty Hunter!”
“Charmed!”
“Takeshi’s Castle!”
“Buffy the Vampire Slayer!”
Narcissa stalled, clearly lost for words.
“The Simpsons?” Harry suggested. And wondered if this was love he was watching, and decided, yes, it was.
***
When Harry entered the bedroom Draco shared with the telly and old Powerpuff Girls videos, he knew what to do, he knew when to do it, and he knew how to do it. Draco, engrossed in the box of tissues and squeezy pillow Harry had christened Jacob didn’t even look up when he stepped in front of him.
And Harry could swear by the beauty that Draco was, that Draco had always been, and always would be.
Draco looked up, his eyes still a clear grey, regardless of the red rims. And flew at Harry. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Harry did nothing but grab his arms, twist them just a little, so they hurt just a little, and kissed Draco. And when Draco shocked into silence did nothing, not even respond, he undid the pesky buttons on Draco’s pyjama top and watched as Draco did not ask a question, did not even bat an eyelid, but helped.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Draco raised his eyebrows, a scathing remark on his lips and just in the nick of time, before he blew everything, stopped. “Are you serious?” Harry nodded. Smiled.
“At least you know what you’re doing.”
Draco gulped. And Harry looked like he’d been hit with a bludger.
***
When Draco Malfoy closed his eyes and declared in a shaky voice they’d improvise Harry knew he’d be in trouble. When Harry was pushed onto the bed by trembling hands and straddled by a nervous Draco Malfoy Harry knew he was in trouble. When Harry felt every little bit of clothing he was wearing join Draco Malfoy’s pile on the floor Harry could barely keep breathing.
And then Draco took Harry’s cock in his mouth, made little swirling motions with his tongue and it was all Harry could do to stop himself from coming like a twelve year old. Even Cookie Dough ice cream and the smell of Draco’s shampoo were surpassed as it quickly climbed Harry Potter’s list of ‘Sensations Never To Forget’.
But of course, that was before Draco grabbed Harry’s cock, slathered it with Dove Body Lotion and then drove it straight into himself.
And then Harry really was lost, it was tight, so-fucking-tight, and warm and wet and they made wet squelching sounds as they moved in a rhythm neither could control.
And then Draco cried out and said “Holy Shit.” And came all over his belly.
And Harry figured what the hell and came himself.
***
Harry tightened his arm around Draco’s shoulder and sighed into the smell of Draco after sex.
“I’m sorry we had to use body lotion.” Draco looked miserable as he looked at the mess on his silk sheets.
“I’m sorry we didn’t do this years ago.”
Draco laughed. “At least we’re not virgins anymore.”
Harry smiled too, partly because Draco was happy, and that made him happy, and partly because he, himself, made Draco happy. And that, really, was the cherry on top of the Great Sundae of Life.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to imagine a more perfect scene and found, he couldn’t.
The End
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A/N Hello everyone who read this! I hope you enjoyed an idea that struck me while watching Nigella Lawson make something deceptively simple! :D And well, of course, the Powerpuff Girls deserve something to be written for them. :D
Oh, and as a good bye present, I present to you, an invitation.
:D