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ciel_vert for including me in legomymalfoy's Love Meme 2007. In the thread, kcstories said that "The Slytherin Scarf" was "one of my favourite H/D oneshots ever." That made my day. So, I decided to write this sequel for Valentine's Day. It's my gift to you, flist!
Title: The Gryffindor Quill
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K.Rowling.
Summary: On Valentine’s Day, Harry decides to get back at Draco. Sequel to The Slytherin Scarf
“Red?” Draco's voice dripped with incredulity.
Harry’s face fell. “I thought it would remind you of me,” he muttered.
Draco twirled the crimson quill in between his fingers, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, I think it will.”
“Do you really hate it?” Harry said, trying his best to sound as pathetic as possible. “I can get you something else…”
“I like it,” Draco said, running the tip of the feather across Harry’s lips. “I was just worried that the Slytherins will make fun of me. But who cares?”
Harry noticed the slight flush in Draco’s cheeks, but tried to hide his grin. “Don’t I get a kiss, then?”
Draco leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Harry’s, parting them slowly. Harry slipped his tongue into Draco’s mouth. It was a lazy, good morning kind of kiss, but not lacking in depth.
Draco was the first to pull away. He seemed uncomfortable. “So are we still on for later?”
“Of course. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
They parted reluctantly, each boy heading off in a different direction to go to his first class.
*****
“I will not tolerate any nonsense in this class today,” Snape said as he strode into the potions classroom, his black robe sweeping the ground. “Seeing as most of you are incapable of creating a decent potion, you will spend the duration of this class taking notes.”
Disappointed that they would not be brewing potions today, Draco pulled out his parchment and the quill Harry had given him. He was actually impressed with his boyfriend’s taste. Gryffindors capable of buying gaudy gifts, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the feather had been one of those appalling fluffy ones coming from an ostrich. But much to his surprise, Harry had chosen a thin, elegant feather. The color, too, was not shockingly bright, but a deep crimson color.
He smiled to himself and began taking down the notes Professor Snape was writing on the board. But as soon as he put quill to parchment, those thoughts that had invaded his mind earlier that morning were back. He recalled, with vivid detail, the night he and Harry had spent in the prefects bathroom a few weeks ago. His cock was beginning to stir and his cheeks were on fire.
“Don’t think of about that,” he whispered to himself. “Concentrate.”
“Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape asked, turning from the blackboard to glare at Draco.
“No, sir.”
“Then I suggest you keep your mouth shut and take notes. You never know when I might decide to test you on this material.”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco shook his head clear and resumed writing. A picture of Harry naked on his bed, stroking his beautiful cock, formed in his mind. His trousers were becoming unbearably tight; he shifted uncomfortably. The friction that caused only made it worse.
“Mr. Malfoy!” Snape bellowed. “How can you possibly see what I’m writing with your eyes closed?”
“Sorry, sir. I’m not feeling very well.”
“Then I suggest you pick up your things and head down to the hospital wing.”
The last thing Draco wanted right now was t be forced to stand up in front of the entire class. His cock was trying to pierce its way through his trousers, and he had removed his robe earlier because he’d felt hot, leaving nothing to cover up the bulge in between his legs.
“I’ll stay, sir. I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything important.”
“I will not have you disturbing my class with your ridiculous facial expressions. Pick up your things and go. I’m sure Miss Granger will be able to provide you with the notes after class.”
Draco cursed inwardly, standing up and covering himself with his robe to hide his predicament. The snickering sounds coming from the other class mates told him that he hadn’t been quick enough.
*****
“I’ll never forgive you for this!” Draco screamed as he stepped into the Room of Requirement where he and Harry had agreed to meet. But the sight in front of him made him falter.
Harry was lying naked on top of a king-sized bed. In his hand was a clear jelly dildo, which he was thrusting in and out of his arse. His other hand was busy playing with his nipples. He lifted his head and looked at him with lust-filled eyes.
Draco forgot all about his anger. He began removing his clothing as he walked towards the bed. His cock was painfully hard again.
“Kiss me, “ Harry demanded.
Standing beside the bed, Draco bent down to fulfill his lover’s wish. As their tongues met, he brought his hand in between Harry’s legs, replacing Harry’s hand on the dildo. He began thrusting the sex toy inside his boyfriend as he deepened the kiss, overcome by waves of blazing heat washing over his body.
He broke the kiss and looked down at Harry, whose intense green eyes were sparkling with need. “I’m sorry,” Draco said. “I can’t wait any more.”
Harry nodded in understanding. His hand searched around in the blankets, and after a few seconds, handed Draco a bottle of their favorite lube. Draco jumped onto the bed and poured a generous amount of the slick substance into the palm of his hand, slathering it impatiently onto his aching cock.
Meanwhile, Harry had hooked his knees over his arms, spreading his legs apart, the dildo still lodged deep inside his anus. Draco pulled it out, carefully, replacing it with his cock.
“Fuck…” Harry gasped. “So much better.” Draco grinned and began to thrust, long, jerky thrusts that jabbed at Harry’s prostate, making him cry out. Harry’s legs were resting on his shoulders, and Draco dug his fingernails into his thighs as he continued plunging his cock energetically into that tight body.
Harry’s hands were clenching the red satin sheets, his expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. Draco was starting to worry that he was being too rough when Harry suddenly urged him to fuck him “harder.”
Gods, Harry’s arse was so slick from the lube, and when his muscles began to tighten, it was heavenly. He threw Harry’s legs off his shoulders and lay down on top of him, sucking his neck and pounding him into the mattress.
“Yeah, that’s right. Fuck me like a whore,” Harry said, his fingernails scratching red lines down Draco’s back.
Draco loved it when Harry talked dirty to him. His cock loved it too, especially after he’d fantasized about sex all day. But when Harry started talking dirty in Parseltongue, it was too much. His body began to spasm, his cock spurting its load inside Harry.
“Draco!” Harry cried out as his own orgasm washed over him, bucking wildly against his lover. Draco kissed him roughly, sucking on his tongue, biting his lip as he continued to thrust softly, trembling from the aftermath of his climax.
“You had to take a lot of notes today, didn’t you?” Harry asked when he’d regained his breath.
“Mmmhmm,” Draco answered, sucking the silky skin of Harry’s neck into his mouth. “A lot of notes.”
The End
ciel_vert for including me in legomymalfoy's Love Meme 2007. In the thread, kcstories said that "The Slytherin Scarf" was "one of my favourite H/D oneshots ever." That made my day. So, I decided to write this sequel for Valentine's Day. It's my gift to you, flist!Title: The Gryffindor Quill
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K.Rowling.
Summary: On Valentine’s Day, Harry decides to get back at Draco. Sequel to The Slytherin Scarf
“Red?” Draco's voice dripped with incredulity.
Harry’s face fell. “I thought it would remind you of me,” he muttered.
Draco twirled the crimson quill in between his fingers, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, I think it will.”
“Do you really hate it?” Harry said, trying his best to sound as pathetic as possible. “I can get you something else…”
“I like it,” Draco said, running the tip of the feather across Harry’s lips. “I was just worried that the Slytherins will make fun of me. But who cares?”
Harry noticed the slight flush in Draco’s cheeks, but tried to hide his grin. “Don’t I get a kiss, then?”
Draco leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Harry’s, parting them slowly. Harry slipped his tongue into Draco’s mouth. It was a lazy, good morning kind of kiss, but not lacking in depth.
Draco was the first to pull away. He seemed uncomfortable. “So are we still on for later?”
“Of course. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
They parted reluctantly, each boy heading off in a different direction to go to his first class.
*****
“I will not tolerate any nonsense in this class today,” Snape said as he strode into the potions classroom, his black robe sweeping the ground. “Seeing as most of you are incapable of creating a decent potion, you will spend the duration of this class taking notes.”
Disappointed that they would not be brewing potions today, Draco pulled out his parchment and the quill Harry had given him. He was actually impressed with his boyfriend’s taste. Gryffindors capable of buying gaudy gifts, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the feather had been one of those appalling fluffy ones coming from an ostrich. But much to his surprise, Harry had chosen a thin, elegant feather. The color, too, was not shockingly bright, but a deep crimson color.
He smiled to himself and began taking down the notes Professor Snape was writing on the board. But as soon as he put quill to parchment, those thoughts that had invaded his mind earlier that morning were back. He recalled, with vivid detail, the night he and Harry had spent in the prefects bathroom a few weeks ago. His cock was beginning to stir and his cheeks were on fire.
“Don’t think of about that,” he whispered to himself. “Concentrate.”
“Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape asked, turning from the blackboard to glare at Draco.
“No, sir.”
“Then I suggest you keep your mouth shut and take notes. You never know when I might decide to test you on this material.”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco shook his head clear and resumed writing. A picture of Harry naked on his bed, stroking his beautiful cock, formed in his mind. His trousers were becoming unbearably tight; he shifted uncomfortably. The friction that caused only made it worse.
“Mr. Malfoy!” Snape bellowed. “How can you possibly see what I’m writing with your eyes closed?”
“Sorry, sir. I’m not feeling very well.”
“Then I suggest you pick up your things and head down to the hospital wing.”
The last thing Draco wanted right now was t be forced to stand up in front of the entire class. His cock was trying to pierce its way through his trousers, and he had removed his robe earlier because he’d felt hot, leaving nothing to cover up the bulge in between his legs.
“I’ll stay, sir. I wouldn’t want to miss out on anything important.”
“I will not have you disturbing my class with your ridiculous facial expressions. Pick up your things and go. I’m sure Miss Granger will be able to provide you with the notes after class.”
Draco cursed inwardly, standing up and covering himself with his robe to hide his predicament. The snickering sounds coming from the other class mates told him that he hadn’t been quick enough.
*****
“I’ll never forgive you for this!” Draco screamed as he stepped into the Room of Requirement where he and Harry had agreed to meet. But the sight in front of him made him falter.
Harry was lying naked on top of a king-sized bed. In his hand was a clear jelly dildo, which he was thrusting in and out of his arse. His other hand was busy playing with his nipples. He lifted his head and looked at him with lust-filled eyes.
Draco forgot all about his anger. He began removing his clothing as he walked towards the bed. His cock was painfully hard again.
“Kiss me, “ Harry demanded.
Standing beside the bed, Draco bent down to fulfill his lover’s wish. As their tongues met, he brought his hand in between Harry’s legs, replacing Harry’s hand on the dildo. He began thrusting the sex toy inside his boyfriend as he deepened the kiss, overcome by waves of blazing heat washing over his body.
He broke the kiss and looked down at Harry, whose intense green eyes were sparkling with need. “I’m sorry,” Draco said. “I can’t wait any more.”
Harry nodded in understanding. His hand searched around in the blankets, and after a few seconds, handed Draco a bottle of their favorite lube. Draco jumped onto the bed and poured a generous amount of the slick substance into the palm of his hand, slathering it impatiently onto his aching cock.
Meanwhile, Harry had hooked his knees over his arms, spreading his legs apart, the dildo still lodged deep inside his anus. Draco pulled it out, carefully, replacing it with his cock.
“Fuck…” Harry gasped. “So much better.” Draco grinned and began to thrust, long, jerky thrusts that jabbed at Harry’s prostate, making him cry out. Harry’s legs were resting on his shoulders, and Draco dug his fingernails into his thighs as he continued plunging his cock energetically into that tight body.
Harry’s hands were clenching the red satin sheets, his expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. Draco was starting to worry that he was being too rough when Harry suddenly urged him to fuck him “harder.”
Gods, Harry’s arse was so slick from the lube, and when his muscles began to tighten, it was heavenly. He threw Harry’s legs off his shoulders and lay down on top of him, sucking his neck and pounding him into the mattress.
“Yeah, that’s right. Fuck me like a whore,” Harry said, his fingernails scratching red lines down Draco’s back.
Draco loved it when Harry talked dirty to him. His cock loved it too, especially after he’d fantasized about sex all day. But when Harry started talking dirty in Parseltongue, it was too much. His body began to spasm, his cock spurting its load inside Harry.
“Draco!” Harry cried out as his own orgasm washed over him, bucking wildly against his lover. Draco kissed him roughly, sucking on his tongue, biting his lip as he continued to thrust softly, trembling from the aftermath of his climax.
“You had to take a lot of notes today, didn’t you?” Harry asked when he’d regained his breath.
“Mmmhmm,” Draco answered, sucking the silky skin of Harry’s neck into his mouth. “A lot of notes.”
The End
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Date: 2007-02-14 06:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-14 09:46 pm (UTC)HOT DAM
Date: 2007-02-14 11:21 pm (UTC)DAM DAm dam.. NEED A TOWEL NOW DAM
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Date: 2007-02-14 11:53 pm (UTC)I want that quill! XD
Date: 2007-02-15 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-15 08:04 pm (UTC)That was so good!
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Date: 2007-02-16 12:49 pm (UTC)That's one HOT sequel
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Date: 2007-02-16 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-17 10:25 am (UTC)It's nice to see Draco get into trouble in Potions for once. Hee!
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Date: 2007-02-27 06:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-02-09 08:53 pm (UTC)~Mab
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Date: 2009-04-13 09:47 pm (UTC)