A/N: Well, this chapter has been long in the coming, and well..here it is!
None of these characters are belong to me
Thanks: To Sar of course, my lurvely Beta, and to Jules whom I love.
Warning: Slash and Ron Angst
Ron stared at Harry expectantly, mentally willing him to say something. Harry looked lost for words. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when all of a sudden the dormitory door flew open and in stormed Draco Malfoy. Harry jumped in surprise, then turned toward the blonde intruder and smiled.
Ron shot a glare at Draco, who smirked and looked pointedly at the area where Ron's spleen inhabitant. Gulping, Ron turned his head quickly. The redhead didn't fancy getting organs torn out of his flesh this evening. Looking pointedly back at Harry, who seemed absorbed in Draco's affections, Ron cleared his throat. "If you don't mind Ferret-boy, Harry and I were discussing something." He said, his voice dripping with malice.
Draco raised an eyebrow and then stuck his hand into his pocket, feeling around for something. He withdrew with a silver sickle and opened the door, flinging it into the hall. Turning back to Ron he smiled sickeningly sweet and said simply: "Fetch." Ron turned a brilliant shade of crimson and clenched his fists taking a step towards Malfoy, pushing the sleeve of his robe up. Violence would have occurred had not a certain raven headed boy stepped between them.
Giving them both a reproving glare he folded his arms across his chest. "I've had a rough day and don't appreciate you two having some sort of pissing contest in the middle of my dormitory." He lectured, looking between the two boys.
"Course you wouldn't" Draco observed amusedly, "Would completely ruin the upholstery." Draco beamed innocently at Harry before being quelled with a stern reproving glance.
Harry cuffed Draco lightly upside the head "Don't be cute." He remarked semi-playfully. Ron looked sickened. Noticing Ron's discomfort Harry turned back towards him. "Ron, we need to talk but.could we later? I mean-Draco is here an all and." Harry pleaded trailing off. Ron sighed, shrugged, and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
"Touchy, that one" Draco remarked casually, heading over to the bed and plunking himself down on the comforter. Harry looked pensive, and only half listening. Draco watched him for a few seconds before continuing. "Yes, touchy, and he has a nice ass." That got Harry's attention. The black haired boy swirled to look at Draco, searching his face for signs of play. Draco smiled and put his hands behind his head.
"Sorry love, I just.have something on my mind" Harry said sitting next to Draco on the bed. "You know how it is. By the way, how did you manage to get into the Common Room?" Harry asked curiously.
At that Draco smiled impishly "Can you believe Neville actually thought I would turn him into a newt?" he said teasingly, eliciting a laugh from the Gryffindor boy. The laugh was short lived however and a silence engulfed both of them.
Draco sighed and examined Harry. He had a crease of worry on his forehead, a mark of his current frowning. His had changed from their usual bright green to a slightly darker shade, a sign of a worry. Draco paused before laying a hand on Harry's inner thigh. "Want me to make it better?" he said slyly, slowly trailing his hand up Harry's leg.
Harry smiled at the blonde deity on the bed next to him and sighed again, this time in contentment. He leaned towards Draco and murmured his mouth barely against Draco's "Nothing would please me more" before capturing Draco's supple lips with his own.
Draco grinned against the kiss, flicking his tongue over Harry's lips. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can prove you wrong on that." He breathed huskily between kisses, his head dipping down to lick bite and kiss his way along Harry's neck.
The boy who lived moaned softly and surrendered himself to Draco's embrace certain that was the safest and most perfect place in the entire world.
Draco slowly unbuttoned his 16-year-old boyfriends pants, almost teasingly, and began to stroke the soft flesh of Harry's abdomen. The smaller boy moaned, arching his hips against Draco's touch. Smiling, the blonde moved his hand lower towards Harry's length.
Harry gasped as Draco's long fingers curled around his manhood. Unconsciously he thrust into the grip, a soft moan forming on his lips. Slowly Draco teased his fingertips along Harry's hardness, pausing a moment to squeeze the base before traveling up to the head, rubbing his thumb over the tip. Draco stroked Harry's length firmly, yet gently, as though exploring his length with his hand. He moved his fingers along Harry's member, smearing the liquid the seeped out of the head of the Gryffindor's cock along it, increasing the pleasure of his ministrations. Harry shuddered in pleasure and his release was quick to come. Crying out he spent himself in Draco's adept hands and, sated, relaxed against the bed.
Draco gazed fondly at the Gryffindor, mentally memorizing the content look on Harry's face, to call into thought when they were separated during Christmas Holiday. When he saw Harry recovered enough from the exertion, he smiled mischievously. "My turn."
Harry grinned and was ready to pounce upon his boyfriend when the door burst open and in walked Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron, all talking loudly. Harry's eyes widened in shock and he quickly pulled his pants up and handed Draco a towel to clean his hands off. Draco wiped off his hands and looked at the interlopers irritated beyond all ends. He brushed back the strands of stray hair that had fallen into his eyes whilst pleasing Harry and glared angrily at them.
The four boys seemed to not notice and each sat upon their own beds continuing their current conversation.
A/N: And that's all for now mates! Ill try and get another chapter out soon!
None of these characters are belong to me
Thanks: To Sar of course, my lurvely Beta, and to Jules whom I love.
Warning: Slash and Ron Angst
Ron stared at Harry expectantly, mentally willing him to say something. Harry looked lost for words. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off when all of a sudden the dormitory door flew open and in stormed Draco Malfoy. Harry jumped in surprise, then turned toward the blonde intruder and smiled.
Ron shot a glare at Draco, who smirked and looked pointedly at the area where Ron's spleen inhabitant. Gulping, Ron turned his head quickly. The redhead didn't fancy getting organs torn out of his flesh this evening. Looking pointedly back at Harry, who seemed absorbed in Draco's affections, Ron cleared his throat. "If you don't mind Ferret-boy, Harry and I were discussing something." He said, his voice dripping with malice.
Draco raised an eyebrow and then stuck his hand into his pocket, feeling around for something. He withdrew with a silver sickle and opened the door, flinging it into the hall. Turning back to Ron he smiled sickeningly sweet and said simply: "Fetch." Ron turned a brilliant shade of crimson and clenched his fists taking a step towards Malfoy, pushing the sleeve of his robe up. Violence would have occurred had not a certain raven headed boy stepped between them.
Giving them both a reproving glare he folded his arms across his chest. "I've had a rough day and don't appreciate you two having some sort of pissing contest in the middle of my dormitory." He lectured, looking between the two boys.
"Course you wouldn't" Draco observed amusedly, "Would completely ruin the upholstery." Draco beamed innocently at Harry before being quelled with a stern reproving glance.
Harry cuffed Draco lightly upside the head "Don't be cute." He remarked semi-playfully. Ron looked sickened. Noticing Ron's discomfort Harry turned back towards him. "Ron, we need to talk but.could we later? I mean-Draco is here an all and." Harry pleaded trailing off. Ron sighed, shrugged, and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
"Touchy, that one" Draco remarked casually, heading over to the bed and plunking himself down on the comforter. Harry looked pensive, and only half listening. Draco watched him for a few seconds before continuing. "Yes, touchy, and he has a nice ass." That got Harry's attention. The black haired boy swirled to look at Draco, searching his face for signs of play. Draco smiled and put his hands behind his head.
"Sorry love, I just.have something on my mind" Harry said sitting next to Draco on the bed. "You know how it is. By the way, how did you manage to get into the Common Room?" Harry asked curiously.
At that Draco smiled impishly "Can you believe Neville actually thought I would turn him into a newt?" he said teasingly, eliciting a laugh from the Gryffindor boy. The laugh was short lived however and a silence engulfed both of them.
Draco sighed and examined Harry. He had a crease of worry on his forehead, a mark of his current frowning. His had changed from their usual bright green to a slightly darker shade, a sign of a worry. Draco paused before laying a hand on Harry's inner thigh. "Want me to make it better?" he said slyly, slowly trailing his hand up Harry's leg.
Harry smiled at the blonde deity on the bed next to him and sighed again, this time in contentment. He leaned towards Draco and murmured his mouth barely against Draco's "Nothing would please me more" before capturing Draco's supple lips with his own.
Draco grinned against the kiss, flicking his tongue over Harry's lips. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I can prove you wrong on that." He breathed huskily between kisses, his head dipping down to lick bite and kiss his way along Harry's neck.
The boy who lived moaned softly and surrendered himself to Draco's embrace certain that was the safest and most perfect place in the entire world.
Draco slowly unbuttoned his 16-year-old boyfriends pants, almost teasingly, and began to stroke the soft flesh of Harry's abdomen. The smaller boy moaned, arching his hips against Draco's touch. Smiling, the blonde moved his hand lower towards Harry's length.
Harry gasped as Draco's long fingers curled around his manhood. Unconsciously he thrust into the grip, a soft moan forming on his lips. Slowly Draco teased his fingertips along Harry's hardness, pausing a moment to squeeze the base before traveling up to the head, rubbing his thumb over the tip. Draco stroked Harry's length firmly, yet gently, as though exploring his length with his hand. He moved his fingers along Harry's member, smearing the liquid the seeped out of the head of the Gryffindor's cock along it, increasing the pleasure of his ministrations. Harry shuddered in pleasure and his release was quick to come. Crying out he spent himself in Draco's adept hands and, sated, relaxed against the bed.
Draco gazed fondly at the Gryffindor, mentally memorizing the content look on Harry's face, to call into thought when they were separated during Christmas Holiday. When he saw Harry recovered enough from the exertion, he smiled mischievously. "My turn."
Harry grinned and was ready to pounce upon his boyfriend when the door burst open and in walked Seamus, Dean, Neville, and Ron, all talking loudly. Harry's eyes widened in shock and he quickly pulled his pants up and handed Draco a towel to clean his hands off. Draco wiped off his hands and looked at the interlopers irritated beyond all ends. He brushed back the strands of stray hair that had fallen into his eyes whilst pleasing Harry and glared angrily at them.
The four boys seemed to not notice and each sat upon their own beds continuing their current conversation.
A/N: And that's all for now mates! Ill try and get another chapter out soon!