(no subject)
Dec. 15th, 2005 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dripping_cherryHere's another one I wrote a while ago. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: Just Pretend
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. No money made
Summary: Draco shows Harry that dragons can be tamed.
“Potter!”
Harry reluctantly turned around at the sound of Malfoy’s voice.
Draco ignored Harry’s angry glare. “Have you ever ridden a dragon?”
“What?”
“Are you deaf, Potter? I asked, ‘Have you ever ridden a dragon?’.”
“No,” Harry said, turning around. Just then Ron returned, depositing the ingredients for their potion on the table, and Harry set about his task, forgetting about Malfoy’s ridiculous question—for a short while.
“Potter!”
“What!?” Harry whirled around to face Draco, his face twisted in annoyance.
“Would you want to?” Malfoy asked, eyes twinkling and lips curved his trademark sneer.
Harry stared at the blonde blankly for a moment before deciding not to answer, and turning back around to work on his and Ron’s doomed potion.
“What was that about?” Ron asked.
Harry shrugged, “Dunno.”
‘Why’s Malfoy suddenly so interested in dragons?’ Harry thought briefly before forgetting the incident for the second time.
*****
Harry plopped down on his bed with a smile. He always looked forward to crawling under the cool covers and putting his head to the soft pillow at the end of the day. But just as he was about to do just that, a hooting sound alerted him to the presence of an owl at the window near his bed. Harry immediately recognized it as Draco’s owl. With a sigh, he went to untie the note from the owl’s leg. What did Malfoy want now? To taunt him at night as well, so that he would never have a moment of peace?
Unfolding the parchment, Harry began to read:
Potter,
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to ride a dragon? If you never considered it, I don’t blame you. Dragons are dangerous creatures, their wrath deadly. Nevertheless, it is possible to tame these fire-breathing beasts. If you only know how to talk to it, where to stroke it, a dragon will let you ride him. Believe me, the reward for one who succeeds is exhilarating.
So do you want to know what it’s like to soar to new heights? To feel truly free? To experience the victory of having conquered the most vicious of beasts? If so, meet me by the lake at midnight. Or are you too scared?
-Draco Malfoy
Harry continued to stare at the letter long after he had finished reading it. What was Malfoy up to? He knew he shouldn’t go; it was probably some sort of trick. He wondered if it wasn’t a plot to kill him, but dismissed the idea. More than likely Malfoy was just trying to get him into trouble, and the blonde wouldn’t show up at all.
Yet something kept nagging at Harry. He couldn’t stop wondering what Malfoy was on about. After a few more minutes of internal debate, he glanced at the clock: almost midnight. Harry tossed the note aside and, muttering under his breath, took out his invisibility cloak and threw it over himself.
*****
Harry slowed as he caught sight of Draco. Still wrapped in the invisibility cloak, he watched the blonde who stood gazing at the lake, seeing how the moon reflected the silver highlights in his hair, wondering how it would feel between his fingers. Harry shook his head, clearing it of those strange and unexpected thoughts.
“Where’s the dragon?” Harry asked, removing his cloak.
Draco jumped slightly at the sound, but when he turned, the smirk was already in place. “I’m the dragon, Potter.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, exactly?”
Draco snorted, looking the Gryffindor up and down. “You truly are innocent, aren’t you, Potter?”
Suddenly, Harry’s eyes widened at the realization hit him. Of all possibilities he had considered, this wasn’t one of them. The thought that Draco wanted sex had never crossed his mind. After all, they hated each other. The blond must have gone mad. No, Harry decided. This wouldn’t do at all.
“Anyways, I’m only offering this once,” said Draco, interrupting Harry’s thoughts. “Take it, or leave it?”
Harry thought he saw a trace of insecurity in those pale eyes. Suddenly, his resolve not to indulge in any sexual activity with Malfoy seemed to have disappeared. He opened his mouth to say yes, but could not find his voice. Draco turned to leave.
“Wait!” Harry said, and Draco stopped.
“I—I can’t. I don’t know how…”
“You don’t know how to tell me you want me?” said Draco. Harry nodded, and the blonde closed the distance between them. “Then I guess I’ll have to take the first step.” With that, his lips descended down upon Harry’s.
Harry moaned at the unexpected softness of Draco’s lips, pushing his tongue in between them. He didn’t even realize that his hands began to move up and down Draco’s slim body. A hand cupped his hardening prick and he ground into it, moaning into the Slytherin’s mouth.
“Can we take this to my room?” Harry panted as he broke the kiss. The cold seemed to seep through his bones, and he could still feel the softness of his bed. “It would be much more comfortable.”
“And exactly how do you intend on smuggling me into your room, Potter?”
“With this,” Harry said, showing Draco his invisibility cloak. He heard Draco mumble something about the incident at Hogsmeade third year, before he threw the cloak over the both of them and they headed back towards the castle.
The closer they came to his dormitory, the more Harry began to question whether he was doing the right thing, taking Malfoy to his bed. Then he decided he didn’t want to think about it; he didn’t want to ruin his only chance of having the sexy git—even if it was for only one night.
Harry could have sworn his heart stopped as Draco crawled onto his mattress. He felt weak in the knees as he followed. Harry closed the hangings around his bed and muttered a few spells to ensure their privacy and turned to look at his dragon.
Harry pounced on Draco covering his mouth and neck with fierce kisses, tugging silky flesh insistently with his teeth, and ripping expensive clothes. He assumed the Slytherin liked it rough, but as the blonde stiffened more with every passing second, Harry realized he wasn’t doing well with the taming.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“Yes, Potter,” Draco drawled. “I will not be used like a cheap whore and forgotten ten minutes later. If you want me, you’re going to have seduce me.”
Harry raised a brow. “I’m not an expert at these things, Draco.”
The blonde sighed. “Just—pretend you want to bring me pleasure. Pretend… that you love me.”
“Okay,” said Harry, though he didn’t really need to pretend—at least not about the first part. He had always felt something for Draco, only he never dreamed that feeling would be returned. His mouth went dry when he heard a whispered, “Like I love you,” which wasn’t meant for him to hear.
Harry slowly pressed his lips against Draco’s, this time kissing him so gently their tongues barely touched. The sensation caused a fluttering in the pit of his stomach. He slipped a hand beneath Draco’s half-torn shirt, and the Slytherin arched into the touch. Harry moved his lips to Draco’s ear, exhaling slowly before darting out his tongue. He heard Draco moan, and became sure that he was willing to do anything to make more such sounds escape the blonde’s mouth.
His finger’s pinched and tugged pink nipples lightly while he sucked every inch of the Slytherin’s neck. Draco’s fingers were laced in his hair, and he was holding Harry’s head firmly against his neck.
Harry took his hand out from under Draco’s shirt and began to undo what was left of the buttons, taking his time and admiring every inch of ivory skin that was revealed. Once he had Draco topless, Harry led a trail of kisses down the blonde’s smooth chest. Then he lapped at a nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, and finally nipping at it until Draco was squirming beneath him. He repeated the same process with the other nipple, then licked slowly down Draco’s sculpted abdomen.
Harry stopped kissing when he noticed part of a tattoo visible just above the waistband of his pants. Curious, he unzipped them and began to pull them down, all the while feeling Draco’s intent gaze. But his own eyes were drawn to the serpent decorating the pale skin near the Slytherin’s hip bone. His lips formed a grin as he thught about whether Draco would like what he was about to do.
Tracing the tattoo with his finger as he focused on it, Harry began to tell Draco all about the dirty things he wanted to do to him, knowing that all Draco would hear would be the hissing sound of Parseltongue. Harry decided to steal a glance at his lover, only too find that he was right. Draco’s eyes were wide as he listened to his lover hissing; he groaned in response to every phrase.
Harry wrapped his hand around the base of Draco’s cock, still speaking snake language as he looked straight into silver eyes and began to slide his hand up and down. Draco sucked in a breath as the Gryffindor wrapped his mouth around the head of his prick.
It didn’t taste nearly as bad as Harry expected. In fact, he rather enjoyed the slightly salty essence that was uniquely Draco. He began to move his head up and down, taking the blonde in as deep as he could each time. Fighting the urge to gag, he took the rigid cock in deeper and deeper until at last his nose nestled in the soft blonde hairs at its base.
Draco moaned loudly, fisting Harry’s tousled, black locks. The Gryffindor noted every moan, every gasp, making sure to repeat the moves Draco seemed to like the most. When the Slytherin began to tense and throw his head back, clearly nearing orgasm, Harry stopped and looked up at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.
In response, Draco quickly got on all fours, exposing himself entirely to Harry.
“No,” the dark-haired boy protested. “I want to see your face—.”
Draco smiled—he looked relieved—and assumed his previous position on his back.
“You’re trembling,” Harry noted as he dragged his hand lightly up the Slytherin’s leg.
“Am not,” Draco lied.
Harry picked up his wand to cast a lubrication charm, and pressed a finger to Draco’s entrance.
“Yes,” Draco whispered, closing his eyes, and Harry pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Draco gasped when Harry’s probing finger found a spot inside him that made him see stars, and began thrusting himself down on Harry’s hand. They Gryffindor chuckled, and inserted a second finger, massaging Draco’s sweet spot again.
“Harry—take me,” Draco begged.
Harry positioned himself in between Draco’s legs, and placed the leaking tip of his cock in between the blonde’s cheeks. He entered Draco in one smooth thrust, watched as his lover’s face contorted in pleasure or pain or a mixture of both, his mouth open around a silent scream. He lowered himself to kiss Draco’s velvet lips, not willing to move until his lover relaxed.
“Ride me, Harry,” said Draco, wrapping one leg around the Gryffindor.
Harry hissed as he began to thrust in and out of his lover; Draco was so unbearably tight. He started off with slow, long strokes, though he knew he wouldn’t last long either way. He watched, fascinated, as Draco cried out “yes!” and threw his head back, exposing the pale, love-bruised skin of his neck.
Gripping the blondes’ thighs to hold him still, Harry began to pound hard and fast into his lover, no longer caring whether he made Draco come—he had other plans for that. Soon he was crying out Draco’s name, spilling himself inside that tight, hot, passage. Trembling, he collapsed on top of Draco.
“Damnit, Potter!” Draco yelled, thrusting up unto Harry’s softening length.
“Relax,” Harry whispered, kissing his lover. He picked up his wand again, and seconds later positioned himself above Draco’s cock. Without preparing himself otherwise, Harry carefully began to impale himself upon the turgid column. Draco was clearly pleased.
It hurt, but Harry felt so incredibly full and the sensation was rather pleasant. It wasn’t long until he started raising and lowering himself upon his lover’s cock, eliciting the most adorable sounds from Draco. Eyes closed and enjoying his leisurely pace, he was surprised when Draco raised his knees, tilting Harry forward, gripped his hips tightly and began pounding into him as fast as hard as Harry had done to Draco earlier.
The Slytherin’s thrusts soon became erratic, his whole body beginning to shake. Seconds later he was pumping his seed deep inside Harry, making the Gryffindor’s insides tingle.
Harry lifted himself off of Draco and laid down beside him.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” said Draco as he snuggled up to Harry. “Did you at least enjoy it?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, absentmindedly drawing patterns on Draco’s back with his fingers. “But Draco?”
“Hmm?”
“I wasn’t pretending.” He smiled as he felt Draco snuggle up closer. This confirmed his belief that dragons really weren’t so bad after all.
The End
Title: Just Pretend
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. No money made
Summary: Draco shows Harry that dragons can be tamed.
“Potter!”
Harry reluctantly turned around at the sound of Malfoy’s voice.
Draco ignored Harry’s angry glare. “Have you ever ridden a dragon?”
“What?”
“Are you deaf, Potter? I asked, ‘Have you ever ridden a dragon?’.”
“No,” Harry said, turning around. Just then Ron returned, depositing the ingredients for their potion on the table, and Harry set about his task, forgetting about Malfoy’s ridiculous question—for a short while.
“Potter!”
“What!?” Harry whirled around to face Draco, his face twisted in annoyance.
“Would you want to?” Malfoy asked, eyes twinkling and lips curved his trademark sneer.
Harry stared at the blonde blankly for a moment before deciding not to answer, and turning back around to work on his and Ron’s doomed potion.
“What was that about?” Ron asked.
Harry shrugged, “Dunno.”
‘Why’s Malfoy suddenly so interested in dragons?’ Harry thought briefly before forgetting the incident for the second time.
*****
Harry plopped down on his bed with a smile. He always looked forward to crawling under the cool covers and putting his head to the soft pillow at the end of the day. But just as he was about to do just that, a hooting sound alerted him to the presence of an owl at the window near his bed. Harry immediately recognized it as Draco’s owl. With a sigh, he went to untie the note from the owl’s leg. What did Malfoy want now? To taunt him at night as well, so that he would never have a moment of peace?
Unfolding the parchment, Harry began to read:
Potter,
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to ride a dragon? If you never considered it, I don’t blame you. Dragons are dangerous creatures, their wrath deadly. Nevertheless, it is possible to tame these fire-breathing beasts. If you only know how to talk to it, where to stroke it, a dragon will let you ride him. Believe me, the reward for one who succeeds is exhilarating.
So do you want to know what it’s like to soar to new heights? To feel truly free? To experience the victory of having conquered the most vicious of beasts? If so, meet me by the lake at midnight. Or are you too scared?
-Draco Malfoy
Harry continued to stare at the letter long after he had finished reading it. What was Malfoy up to? He knew he shouldn’t go; it was probably some sort of trick. He wondered if it wasn’t a plot to kill him, but dismissed the idea. More than likely Malfoy was just trying to get him into trouble, and the blonde wouldn’t show up at all.
Yet something kept nagging at Harry. He couldn’t stop wondering what Malfoy was on about. After a few more minutes of internal debate, he glanced at the clock: almost midnight. Harry tossed the note aside and, muttering under his breath, took out his invisibility cloak and threw it over himself.
*****
Harry slowed as he caught sight of Draco. Still wrapped in the invisibility cloak, he watched the blonde who stood gazing at the lake, seeing how the moon reflected the silver highlights in his hair, wondering how it would feel between his fingers. Harry shook his head, clearing it of those strange and unexpected thoughts.
“Where’s the dragon?” Harry asked, removing his cloak.
Draco jumped slightly at the sound, but when he turned, the smirk was already in place. “I’m the dragon, Potter.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, exactly?”
Draco snorted, looking the Gryffindor up and down. “You truly are innocent, aren’t you, Potter?”
Suddenly, Harry’s eyes widened at the realization hit him. Of all possibilities he had considered, this wasn’t one of them. The thought that Draco wanted sex had never crossed his mind. After all, they hated each other. The blond must have gone mad. No, Harry decided. This wouldn’t do at all.
“Anyways, I’m only offering this once,” said Draco, interrupting Harry’s thoughts. “Take it, or leave it?”
Harry thought he saw a trace of insecurity in those pale eyes. Suddenly, his resolve not to indulge in any sexual activity with Malfoy seemed to have disappeared. He opened his mouth to say yes, but could not find his voice. Draco turned to leave.
“Wait!” Harry said, and Draco stopped.
“I—I can’t. I don’t know how…”
“You don’t know how to tell me you want me?” said Draco. Harry nodded, and the blonde closed the distance between them. “Then I guess I’ll have to take the first step.” With that, his lips descended down upon Harry’s.
Harry moaned at the unexpected softness of Draco’s lips, pushing his tongue in between them. He didn’t even realize that his hands began to move up and down Draco’s slim body. A hand cupped his hardening prick and he ground into it, moaning into the Slytherin’s mouth.
“Can we take this to my room?” Harry panted as he broke the kiss. The cold seemed to seep through his bones, and he could still feel the softness of his bed. “It would be much more comfortable.”
“And exactly how do you intend on smuggling me into your room, Potter?”
“With this,” Harry said, showing Draco his invisibility cloak. He heard Draco mumble something about the incident at Hogsmeade third year, before he threw the cloak over the both of them and they headed back towards the castle.
The closer they came to his dormitory, the more Harry began to question whether he was doing the right thing, taking Malfoy to his bed. Then he decided he didn’t want to think about it; he didn’t want to ruin his only chance of having the sexy git—even if it was for only one night.
Harry could have sworn his heart stopped as Draco crawled onto his mattress. He felt weak in the knees as he followed. Harry closed the hangings around his bed and muttered a few spells to ensure their privacy and turned to look at his dragon.
Harry pounced on Draco covering his mouth and neck with fierce kisses, tugging silky flesh insistently with his teeth, and ripping expensive clothes. He assumed the Slytherin liked it rough, but as the blonde stiffened more with every passing second, Harry realized he wasn’t doing well with the taming.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
“Yes, Potter,” Draco drawled. “I will not be used like a cheap whore and forgotten ten minutes later. If you want me, you’re going to have seduce me.”
Harry raised a brow. “I’m not an expert at these things, Draco.”
The blonde sighed. “Just—pretend you want to bring me pleasure. Pretend… that you love me.”
“Okay,” said Harry, though he didn’t really need to pretend—at least not about the first part. He had always felt something for Draco, only he never dreamed that feeling would be returned. His mouth went dry when he heard a whispered, “Like I love you,” which wasn’t meant for him to hear.
Harry slowly pressed his lips against Draco’s, this time kissing him so gently their tongues barely touched. The sensation caused a fluttering in the pit of his stomach. He slipped a hand beneath Draco’s half-torn shirt, and the Slytherin arched into the touch. Harry moved his lips to Draco’s ear, exhaling slowly before darting out his tongue. He heard Draco moan, and became sure that he was willing to do anything to make more such sounds escape the blonde’s mouth.
His finger’s pinched and tugged pink nipples lightly while he sucked every inch of the Slytherin’s neck. Draco’s fingers were laced in his hair, and he was holding Harry’s head firmly against his neck.
Harry took his hand out from under Draco’s shirt and began to undo what was left of the buttons, taking his time and admiring every inch of ivory skin that was revealed. Once he had Draco topless, Harry led a trail of kisses down the blonde’s smooth chest. Then he lapped at a nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, and finally nipping at it until Draco was squirming beneath him. He repeated the same process with the other nipple, then licked slowly down Draco’s sculpted abdomen.
Harry stopped kissing when he noticed part of a tattoo visible just above the waistband of his pants. Curious, he unzipped them and began to pull them down, all the while feeling Draco’s intent gaze. But his own eyes were drawn to the serpent decorating the pale skin near the Slytherin’s hip bone. His lips formed a grin as he thught about whether Draco would like what he was about to do.
Tracing the tattoo with his finger as he focused on it, Harry began to tell Draco all about the dirty things he wanted to do to him, knowing that all Draco would hear would be the hissing sound of Parseltongue. Harry decided to steal a glance at his lover, only too find that he was right. Draco’s eyes were wide as he listened to his lover hissing; he groaned in response to every phrase.
Harry wrapped his hand around the base of Draco’s cock, still speaking snake language as he looked straight into silver eyes and began to slide his hand up and down. Draco sucked in a breath as the Gryffindor wrapped his mouth around the head of his prick.
It didn’t taste nearly as bad as Harry expected. In fact, he rather enjoyed the slightly salty essence that was uniquely Draco. He began to move his head up and down, taking the blonde in as deep as he could each time. Fighting the urge to gag, he took the rigid cock in deeper and deeper until at last his nose nestled in the soft blonde hairs at its base.
Draco moaned loudly, fisting Harry’s tousled, black locks. The Gryffindor noted every moan, every gasp, making sure to repeat the moves Draco seemed to like the most. When the Slytherin began to tense and throw his head back, clearly nearing orgasm, Harry stopped and looked up at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.
In response, Draco quickly got on all fours, exposing himself entirely to Harry.
“No,” the dark-haired boy protested. “I want to see your face—.”
Draco smiled—he looked relieved—and assumed his previous position on his back.
“You’re trembling,” Harry noted as he dragged his hand lightly up the Slytherin’s leg.
“Am not,” Draco lied.
Harry picked up his wand to cast a lubrication charm, and pressed a finger to Draco’s entrance.
“Yes,” Draco whispered, closing his eyes, and Harry pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Draco gasped when Harry’s probing finger found a spot inside him that made him see stars, and began thrusting himself down on Harry’s hand. They Gryffindor chuckled, and inserted a second finger, massaging Draco’s sweet spot again.
“Harry—take me,” Draco begged.
Harry positioned himself in between Draco’s legs, and placed the leaking tip of his cock in between the blonde’s cheeks. He entered Draco in one smooth thrust, watched as his lover’s face contorted in pleasure or pain or a mixture of both, his mouth open around a silent scream. He lowered himself to kiss Draco’s velvet lips, not willing to move until his lover relaxed.
“Ride me, Harry,” said Draco, wrapping one leg around the Gryffindor.
Harry hissed as he began to thrust in and out of his lover; Draco was so unbearably tight. He started off with slow, long strokes, though he knew he wouldn’t last long either way. He watched, fascinated, as Draco cried out “yes!” and threw his head back, exposing the pale, love-bruised skin of his neck.
Gripping the blondes’ thighs to hold him still, Harry began to pound hard and fast into his lover, no longer caring whether he made Draco come—he had other plans for that. Soon he was crying out Draco’s name, spilling himself inside that tight, hot, passage. Trembling, he collapsed on top of Draco.
“Damnit, Potter!” Draco yelled, thrusting up unto Harry’s softening length.
“Relax,” Harry whispered, kissing his lover. He picked up his wand again, and seconds later positioned himself above Draco’s cock. Without preparing himself otherwise, Harry carefully began to impale himself upon the turgid column. Draco was clearly pleased.
It hurt, but Harry felt so incredibly full and the sensation was rather pleasant. It wasn’t long until he started raising and lowering himself upon his lover’s cock, eliciting the most adorable sounds from Draco. Eyes closed and enjoying his leisurely pace, he was surprised when Draco raised his knees, tilting Harry forward, gripped his hips tightly and began pounding into him as fast as hard as Harry had done to Draco earlier.
The Slytherin’s thrusts soon became erratic, his whole body beginning to shake. Seconds later he was pumping his seed deep inside Harry, making the Gryffindor’s insides tingle.
Harry lifted himself off of Draco and laid down beside him.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” said Draco as he snuggled up to Harry. “Did you at least enjoy it?”
“Yeah,” Harry said, absentmindedly drawing patterns on Draco’s back with his fingers. “But Draco?”
“Hmm?”
“I wasn’t pretending.” He smiled as he felt Draco snuggle up closer. This confirmed his belief that dragons really weren’t so bad after all.
The End
