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gala_applesw00tlikewoah is teh brillant art designer. this is my uberlate fic for her. i know we were supposed to base it on our interests lists, so i took your interest of the yeah yeah yeahs. all the words said are lyrics on their fever to tell album.
untitled.
draco/harry
harry gets caught by draco, and is forced to admit to things he never wanted to.
I shrugged uncomfortably as I walked down the hallway. Ron was off talking to Hermione. I would have gone with him, but I was tired of them not wanting me to vent about all the crap that was happening.
To tell the truth, I didn't have the balls to apologise. So, instead, I ended up wondering aimlessly around, planning to stop for dinner, or maybe I would just walk until Ron decided to apologise for what wasn’t his fault, so things could be normal.
I had spent maybe ten minutes in the common room, but that became boring very quickly. Even with Seamus being slutty, he went after 100% of the sexes, at the moment him and Dean were putting on another show, there was nothing to capture my attention. So I left.
Not too long afterwards, I was walking down the cold, damp dungeon area. The possibility of running into Malfoy down there didn’t occur to me, I was thinking about other things.
"Potter, all I see is what’s in front of me, and that’s you.” I looked up to meet the grey eyes of my favourite Slytherin.
“Boy, you just a stupid bitch.” I glared at him. He was hot, and that was the pressing thought in my mind, which was making me behave oddly. Damn you Malfoy. I couldn't think of anything else then, except him.
“Hey, come on. I’m not done with you yet.” He smirked and traced a finger down my arm.
I grimaced. "Malfoy, you look like shit, take your time.” more like, I’d fuck you if you’d let me, stay so I can look at you. But the git would be even more insufferable if he knew that. He didn’t need to know that.
“You know you want some, want some.”
I rolled my eyes, but had no chance to reply. Malfoy had grabbed my sleeve and was pulling me into ... somewhere. A door shut with a snap, and I was pressed against it, Malfoy's body against mine. I felt his tongue dart out and trail down the side of my neck, and as weird as that was, I liked it. Of course, I needed to deny this, I couldn’t admit to how great it was. That would be betraying Gryffindor.
"M.. Malfoy, no. No, no!”
“Just let it be your yeah yeah yeah.” he murmured back, humid air blowing into my ear. His tongue manoeuvred again, and went down the curl of my ear. It tickled as all hell, so a squirmed, but stopped when his body lost contact with mine. I waited for him to come back, to begin the assault again, but he didn’t.
Where had he gone? A thought sprang to my mind and I started to panic. What if this was a trick? Damn, had I fallen for a prank? Then, my fears were almost put at ease as lights came up all around the room. I blinked at the sudden glare of light.
Malfoy sat, in the centre of the room, legs crossed casually. He smirked at me. “Take your time,” came the soft, sultry sound from his mouth. I shivered.
"I ... go, I’ll go.” I said, but my feet were planted firmly in place.
He laughed, and shook his head.
“Come on, Potter. It’s not that bad, not worse then you thought.” He was slowly, ever so slowly, making his way over to me. I watched him with wide eyes.
"Er," was all I said. Embarrassing, yes, but it was all I could get out.
"Tut tut, Potter. If you’re not unzipped, you don’t exist.”
I blushed from the centre of my nose all the way out to the back of my ears. His fingers found the hook on my robe, and he gracefully undid it. The robe fell to the floor. He had already forgotten it. I looked at him; his robe was gone as well. I decided that he must have taken it off while the room was dark.
With an unsurprising amount of experience, Malfoy’s hands immediately went to my shirt next. He wrapped his fingers around the hem at the bottom and pulled the shirt up and off my head. Pants were last, after the zipper was undone, and fabric gathered at my heels, he smirked up at me, again! Is that the only facial expression he knew? “Potter I’m surprised at you. Boxers? Lavender pink dye? Well, nice body. I aint scared of loving you.”
I blushed at the sudden inspection of how fit I was. My Quidditch training wasn’t any of his business, neither were my muscles.
“Malfoy,” I said slowly. I did not need this right now. “Pack up. I’m straight!” my voice dropped off so it was barely audible. “I’m straight, enough.”
“That doesn’t mean a damn to me.”
How could I respond to that? I couldn’t say anything; nothing in human vocabulary would allow to say I was scared without being embarrassed by him. He fed on misery, I couldn’t tell him a word.
“Potter, you got a man, he makes you wanna:”
“Die.” I said miserably. There was no possible way out of this situation.
Malfoy looked slightly taken back by my words. His eyes widened slightly, the only visible sign, but he spoke softer. “Be my heater, be my lover.” he grasped my hands, it was the first time he had touched bare skin. He was so cold.
“Society says we’re gonna burn in hell.”
“People will say all kinds of things. Muggles are fucking stupid, my kind is your kind.”
My pulse quickened slightly. That’s when a possibility dawned on me. Maybe Malfoy really did just want to have sex with me. Maybe that was all there was to it, maybe it would all be ok.
“So stuck up.” I paused, and told the truth. “Wish you’d stick into me. Flesh ripped off, scars of ownership.”
“Baby, I can see you’ve been fucked with, pain isn’t supposed to be pleasure. But ok.”
“Well, I may just be a fool?” I offered. It wasn’t like I was in this situation before, I only knew what I wanted by fantasies created to postpone nightmare-filled sleep.
“This is no modern romance.” Draco raised an eyebrow, challenging me to disagree. When I said nothing, he took the final step, and pushed the purple silk down until they fell down.
untitled.
draco/harry
harry gets caught by draco, and is forced to admit to things he never wanted to.
I shrugged uncomfortably as I walked down the hallway. Ron was off talking to Hermione. I would have gone with him, but I was tired of them not wanting me to vent about all the crap that was happening.
To tell the truth, I didn't have the balls to apologise. So, instead, I ended up wondering aimlessly around, planning to stop for dinner, or maybe I would just walk until Ron decided to apologise for what wasn’t his fault, so things could be normal.
I had spent maybe ten minutes in the common room, but that became boring very quickly. Even with Seamus being slutty, he went after 100% of the sexes, at the moment him and Dean were putting on another show, there was nothing to capture my attention. So I left.
Not too long afterwards, I was walking down the cold, damp dungeon area. The possibility of running into Malfoy down there didn’t occur to me, I was thinking about other things.
"Potter, all I see is what’s in front of me, and that’s you.” I looked up to meet the grey eyes of my favourite Slytherin.
“Boy, you just a stupid bitch.” I glared at him. He was hot, and that was the pressing thought in my mind, which was making me behave oddly. Damn you Malfoy. I couldn't think of anything else then, except him.
“Hey, come on. I’m not done with you yet.” He smirked and traced a finger down my arm.
I grimaced. "Malfoy, you look like shit, take your time.” more like, I’d fuck you if you’d let me, stay so I can look at you. But the git would be even more insufferable if he knew that. He didn’t need to know that.
“You know you want some, want some.”
I rolled my eyes, but had no chance to reply. Malfoy had grabbed my sleeve and was pulling me into ... somewhere. A door shut with a snap, and I was pressed against it, Malfoy's body against mine. I felt his tongue dart out and trail down the side of my neck, and as weird as that was, I liked it. Of course, I needed to deny this, I couldn’t admit to how great it was. That would be betraying Gryffindor.
"M.. Malfoy, no. No, no!”
“Just let it be your yeah yeah yeah.” he murmured back, humid air blowing into my ear. His tongue manoeuvred again, and went down the curl of my ear. It tickled as all hell, so a squirmed, but stopped when his body lost contact with mine. I waited for him to come back, to begin the assault again, but he didn’t.
Where had he gone? A thought sprang to my mind and I started to panic. What if this was a trick? Damn, had I fallen for a prank? Then, my fears were almost put at ease as lights came up all around the room. I blinked at the sudden glare of light.
Malfoy sat, in the centre of the room, legs crossed casually. He smirked at me. “Take your time,” came the soft, sultry sound from his mouth. I shivered.
"I ... go, I’ll go.” I said, but my feet were planted firmly in place.
He laughed, and shook his head.
“Come on, Potter. It’s not that bad, not worse then you thought.” He was slowly, ever so slowly, making his way over to me. I watched him with wide eyes.
"Er," was all I said. Embarrassing, yes, but it was all I could get out.
"Tut tut, Potter. If you’re not unzipped, you don’t exist.”
I blushed from the centre of my nose all the way out to the back of my ears. His fingers found the hook on my robe, and he gracefully undid it. The robe fell to the floor. He had already forgotten it. I looked at him; his robe was gone as well. I decided that he must have taken it off while the room was dark.
With an unsurprising amount of experience, Malfoy’s hands immediately went to my shirt next. He wrapped his fingers around the hem at the bottom and pulled the shirt up and off my head. Pants were last, after the zipper was undone, and fabric gathered at my heels, he smirked up at me, again! Is that the only facial expression he knew? “Potter I’m surprised at you. Boxers? Lavender pink dye? Well, nice body. I aint scared of loving you.”
I blushed at the sudden inspection of how fit I was. My Quidditch training wasn’t any of his business, neither were my muscles.
“Malfoy,” I said slowly. I did not need this right now. “Pack up. I’m straight!” my voice dropped off so it was barely audible. “I’m straight, enough.”
“That doesn’t mean a damn to me.”
How could I respond to that? I couldn’t say anything; nothing in human vocabulary would allow to say I was scared without being embarrassed by him. He fed on misery, I couldn’t tell him a word.
“Potter, you got a man, he makes you wanna:”
“Die.” I said miserably. There was no possible way out of this situation.
Malfoy looked slightly taken back by my words. His eyes widened slightly, the only visible sign, but he spoke softer. “Be my heater, be my lover.” he grasped my hands, it was the first time he had touched bare skin. He was so cold.
“Society says we’re gonna burn in hell.”
“People will say all kinds of things. Muggles are fucking stupid, my kind is your kind.”
My pulse quickened slightly. That’s when a possibility dawned on me. Maybe Malfoy really did just want to have sex with me. Maybe that was all there was to it, maybe it would all be ok.
“So stuck up.” I paused, and told the truth. “Wish you’d stick into me. Flesh ripped off, scars of ownership.”
“Baby, I can see you’ve been fucked with, pain isn’t supposed to be pleasure. But ok.”
“Well, I may just be a fool?” I offered. It wasn’t like I was in this situation before, I only knew what I wanted by fantasies created to postpone nightmare-filled sleep.
“This is no modern romance.” Draco raised an eyebrow, challenging me to disagree. When I said nothing, he took the final step, and pushed the purple silk down until they fell down.
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