Harry Potter - Harry/Draco - Trouble in Paradise
Title: Surprise
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: R
Stage: Make-up/Make-up sex
Summary: Draco gets a surprise in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: Oh, they are definitely not mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling all the way. I just borrow them sometimes.
Draco scowled at a second year as he walked down the hall. It was a testament to how distracted he was that he didn’t even try to take points. Instead he let the Hufflepuff walk by without a word.
He kept replaying the scene from a few weeks ago in his mind, wondering if Harry would have still left if he’d said something. Then he’d get angry at himself because he wasn’t just a Slytherin, he was a Malfoy, and that meant he shouldn’t be acting like a lovesick puppy.
It was a vicious cycle and one that he couldn’t seem to escape.
He was thinking about this when hands suddenly reached out and pulled him into a dark corridor, pushing him against the wall. Fighting back a cry of surprise, he looked up, prepared to blast the person.
“Harry.”
He fought the temptation to grab Harry and pull him closer. No, now wasn’t the time for that.
“Don’t say anything.”
“You’re not my master,” Draco snapped. He opened his mouth to continue but was stopped by Harry’s mouth covering his. Automatically, his lips parted, allowing Harry’s tongue to sweep through his mouth. Draco groaned as Harry leaned into him, causing the wall to dig into his back a bit. Robes were opened as a leg slid in between his and Draco reached out, grabbing Harry by the hips and pulling him closer.
Too long. It’s been too long.
It was the only thought racing through Draco’s mind as they continued to rub against each other. Harry pulled back from the kiss, moving lower to nibble at the spot where neck and shoulder met. Their movements began to come faster and the only sound was their breath coming in short, fast pants.
Draco let out a strangled cry, biting down on Harry’s shoulder to smother it, as he came. He felt more than heard Harry’s groan and then they both slumped against each other.
“Fuck, Draco,” Harry whispered. Draco closed his eyes and then pushed Harry back so that he could see his face.
“I’d say we need to have a talk, don’t you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: R
Stage: Make-up/Make-up sex
Summary: Draco gets a surprise in one of the many corridors of Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: Oh, they are definitely not mine. They belong to J.K. Rowling all the way. I just borrow them sometimes.
Draco scowled at a second year as he walked down the hall. It was a testament to how distracted he was that he didn’t even try to take points. Instead he let the Hufflepuff walk by without a word.
He kept replaying the scene from a few weeks ago in his mind, wondering if Harry would have still left if he’d said something. Then he’d get angry at himself because he wasn’t just a Slytherin, he was a Malfoy, and that meant he shouldn’t be acting like a lovesick puppy.
It was a vicious cycle and one that he couldn’t seem to escape.
He was thinking about this when hands suddenly reached out and pulled him into a dark corridor, pushing him against the wall. Fighting back a cry of surprise, he looked up, prepared to blast the person.
“Harry.”
He fought the temptation to grab Harry and pull him closer. No, now wasn’t the time for that.
“Don’t say anything.”
“You’re not my master,” Draco snapped. He opened his mouth to continue but was stopped by Harry’s mouth covering his. Automatically, his lips parted, allowing Harry’s tongue to sweep through his mouth. Draco groaned as Harry leaned into him, causing the wall to dig into his back a bit. Robes were opened as a leg slid in between his and Draco reached out, grabbing Harry by the hips and pulling him closer.
Too long. It’s been too long.
It was the only thought racing through Draco’s mind as they continued to rub against each other. Harry pulled back from the kiss, moving lower to nibble at the spot where neck and shoulder met. Their movements began to come faster and the only sound was their breath coming in short, fast pants.
Draco let out a strangled cry, biting down on Harry’s shoulder to smother it, as he came. He felt more than heard Harry’s groan and then they both slumped against each other.
“Fuck, Draco,” Harry whispered. Draco closed his eyes and then pushed Harry back so that he could see his face.
“I’d say we need to have a talk, don’t you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.