A/N: This isn't my best written Smut story, but I'll make it up to you when I post my new story. Written for: The Boys Love Competition [Slash, Slash and More Slash]. Also, I'm sorry for not posting that huge one-shot I was talking about! I hope I'll be able to put it up within a few days, though! It's already nearly 20,000 words long, and since there's going to be lots of smut involved... Well, I think you'll like it.
Summary: A lone hallway and a lost bet. Smut! HP/DM. By DW.
Disclaimer: These lovely boys aren't mine.
The word "help" didn't even register in the back of his head as he was roughly pushed against one of the cold walls of the castle. The bang caused him to see spots behind his eyes; yellow, blue, green and red warred beneath his eyelids.
"Did I scare you?" the voice breathed against his cheek, laughter clearly echoing in his vocal chords.
Mock-gasping, Harry's eyes turned the size of saucers. "Not even when I uttered Expelliarmus and had you at wand point, at my mercy?"
The blond smirked. "Not even then. Especially not then. Now, tell me again, why are we here, instead of in a bed?"
His breath was warm when it hit Draco's cheek, making his head turn to the warmth, seeking the comfort it offered.
"Need I truly remind you of the dare you yourself has lost? In fact, you seemed rather thrilled at the notion of not being in a bed. So, tell me again, why did you need ask? Are you scared?"
Grey eyes gleamed in the moonlit hallway, seeking out challenging green ones. "You wish," he whispered, backing the dark-haired teen against the stone wall, eyes alight. "Besides, it was more of a rhetorical question anyway. Why do you always feel the need to correct or add things to my sentences? It's annoying." But even though the blond said the other was annoying, he still fingered the shirt with vivid interest. "Now, if you would be so kind as to shut up, we might actually get through this without anyone freezing their balls of."
Harry grinned roguishly, before he observed the nimble fingers, doing short work of the buttons of his shirt, exposing skin within a short period of time. His gasp was torn from him as the cool air hit his chest, and he shivered in the cold, before he shivered for an entirely different reason. Draco had raised his hands and reverently trailed his fingers over exposed skin, noticing the goose bumps. Stepping forward, his own chest began to heave, and his heart rate picked up. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all…
He bent his head, and licked a stripe up, starting from the right nipple to the right earlobe, sucking gently. He felt Harry shiver against him, and delighted in the sounds he could wrench out of the body before him. Letting go of the earlobe, he kissed his way around Harry's face, until he reached his lips, which responded in kind to the administrations. Harry's own hands fumbled to get as many clothes away as he could, while his mouth was distracted by doing other things. A moan escaped someone's lips, and soon that started an avalanche of sounds. Pants were heard and the hallway, and frantic hands created their own dance in the night, as they tried to remove as many barriers as they could. Rustling of clothes as they finally fell down, and intakes of breath as the cool night air hit naked flesh.
Draco soon forgot his task of torturing the teen in front of him, as his erection was surrounded in scorching heat. His hands shot out to tangle in the hair below him, with a cry on his lips. He had to restrain his hips, to not force his cock down Harry's throat. His entire body shivered from the stark contrast where the cool night air froze his skin, but where Harry's mouth and hands on his hips seemed to burn him alive. He wished for the wall to steady him, for he was sure his knees would buckle any moment. Instead he grounded himself by glancing down, to focus on something. But he almost wished he hadn't, as the sight nearly had him coming on the spot.
Harry had glanced up when he felt the tightening in his hair, and had to smile smugly, or as smugly as he could, given the situation, at the blond teen, who stood there, gaping. It was rare to see someone as aloof as Draco Malfoy come undone. But he had managed it time and time again. A thrill ran through him, as he swiped his tongue over the head, and saw Draco's neck snap back, a moan leaving those pale lips. And for little things like that, he could imagine a future. And with warm come sliding down his throat, he knew he was the only one who would get him undone. Even though the hands tightened painfully in his hair, he milked every drop, swallowing everything. His body didn't feel cold anymore. Instead he felt as if he was on fire.
When he stood back up again, his lips were claimed in a savage kiss, and his back was pressed into the cold wall, which caused him to arch against the warm body, trying to avoid the cold, even though the air around him was soothing.
Draco's hand slowly sneaked downwards, enjoying the widening of Harry's eyes, until his fingers found their goal. Harry's head fell back, a groan emanating from deep within his throat, making a guttural sound. His lips released a harsh pant, and Draco loved to see him this way, so wild and unrestrained, with eyes aglow. Those eyes were probably the reason he fell in love with the dark-haired teen. At the moment, they had a sheen over them, which happened when he was so lost in desire he was barely coherent. And he loved that, loved that he could make him fall apart, but also make him come together again. His thumb moved over the head, and Draco felt the shudder traveling through Harry's body. Draco felt himself shiver, though it was mostly from the drying sweat, which severely cooled his body. But looking at Harry in front of him made him feel warm all over again. Another swipe over the head had Harry come undone, his orgasm tearing through him, a silent plea on his lips.
Panting, they both regained their breath, leaning against each other, as much as support as for warmth. "Well, Harry, if it is like this every time I lose a bet, I dare say it wouldn't be such a bad thing."
A tired chuckle escaped from Harry. "Yeah, same here. But let's return to our room, yeah? I'm freezing my balls off."
Draco laughed, and they both walked back to their room, tired, but sated.
Oh, I'm such a horrible person! I'm not keeping up with this thing, but I really want to! Anyway, this one is special, because this Drabble-thingy is made for my friend Lemo Smith :). Happy belated birthday, hun! (And yes, I do make a fic for someone's birthday! I (only) write Drarry, so if you'd like something written for your birthday, just ask me :D).
6. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes
Draco constantly needed reassurances. Not grand gestures or anything, or softly spoken words, but small touches or kisses. His confidence grew with each of them, and my heart swelled with each boost of his confidence. And a few months into our relationship, something caught my eye. Something which made me both smile and feel sad. At days, when his confidence was floundering the most, I saw him wearing something of mine. And one day, my curiousity got the better of me, and I asked him why he did that.
His smile was brittle when he answered me, his fingers wrapped around a cup of tea, light pink dusting his cheeks as he blushed and lowered his eyes. Honesty still didn't come easy for him, as he mostly saw it as a weakness, a way to help me bring him down. And that hurt more than I'd care to admit. "When I'm wearing your clothes it's almost as if I take a piece of you with me. It makes me feel better, somehow. It's as if a piece of you is still with me even if you aren't. You can have them back if you want?"
I just gave an easy grin. "No. I like seeing something of mine on you. It means a lot to me. Besides, you actually make my clothes look like something else besides rags. If I didn't know where they'd come from, I would almost say it looks fashionable on you."
Draco swatted my arm and I just leaned down and kissed him. He could wear my clothes every day of the week.
(I'm sorry for the cheesiness, but that's what you get when you've got a new sweet boy in your own life :)).
5. Kissing
He was so tantalising. With him I truly knew what it meant to have sexual tension between us. The build up was tremendous. Our moments spent together were something I cherised forver. I still cheriss them very much. Especially now that I finally have him. But anyway, our moments spent together were very special to me, and made my stomach quiver in anticipation. Just one look and he had me yearning. Yearning for his touch, yearning for his presence, yearning for his laughter and yearning for his lips. He awoke every raging hormone in my body, as if a switch had been turned, just like that. Though it wasn't all hormones, of course. But Merlin did I yearn for his lips. I wondered how they would fit against mine, how they would slide along my own pliant ones. Every look he sent had my breath hitching in my throat in anticipation. Would his own breath hitch in his throat as he looked at me before he bent down and claimed my lips? Would he gaze into my eyes before he lowered them demurely? Would he, even, bury his hands in my hair, his nails lightly scraping over my scalp? It was even better than my imagination implied.
I didn't dance. Not after the Ball in fourth year. I haven't tried to better myself, not once. Nor did I particularly want to. And Draco knew, he knew how I felt about it, but yet he turned on a slow song and reached for my hand. He tugged it behind his neck, before he picked up the other and put it in the same spot. He laid his own on my hips, and I swayed when he swayed, I sang when he did, I laughed as our heads bumped together and I closed my eyes as he did. I was lost and there was no turning back anymore. There was no running away. There was no fighting it and there was no hiding from it. I barely heard the music anymore, it was only a gentle hum in the background. A gentle hum which drew us forwards, our heads once again bumping against each other. But this time our faces turned and we got even closer, our breaths colliding, our eyes meeting, before they slid closed. The remaining distance was closed and the tight coil of anticipation began to unwind. Our lips met and even with my glasses cutting into my face it was glorious. His hands drew circles across my shoulders, and my own hands buried themselves in his hair, the fine strands sliding through my fingers as water. His lips were warm and soft, firm but gentle. I couldn't wish for a better first kiss.
The hearth was blazing, heating our cooling skin from the cold January wind. Draco had grabbed a book from the bookshelf after careful consideration, before he sat down next to me. I handed him his cup of hot chocolate and he smiled briefly at me. He leaned against me, as he was oft to do when he was reading, and propped his head up on my shoulder. Something he knew I hated with a passion. Sometimes he still was the arrogant git from school. As I felt him shiver, I grabbed the plaid from the back of the couch and slipped it passed our shoulders. I raised my legs and after some grumbling and pushing we found a compromise and left our limbs where they were. I sighed and cradled my cup of hot chocolate in my hands, inhaling deeply. Draco closed his book and dropped it carelessly on the table before he laid his head on my chest. I grinned and pushed a hand through his fine hair before I put the empty mug on the table too. I yawned and snuggled deeper in the plaid, which earned me a sharp jab from an elbow. I grunted and settled back against the couch, the blond head still settled snugly against my chest. My eyes found the flickering flames and I watched it twist and turn before it all blurred in front of me and I realised I was on my way to falling asleep. But that was all right because Draco was, too.
(Since I don't draw, I'm going to write :3 (besides, after this 30 day challenge I'll be doing the NSFW one ;))).
His pale left hand found my right hand, and I nearly tugged it out of his grasp, before I blinked. Looking sideways at him, I saw he had tightened his jaw, walking with his head held high. I smiled slowly, curving my lips upwards. He never showed any signs of affection in public, but I guess rules were meant to be broken. They always were with us. I relaxed my hand and turned it so my fingers could slip next to his. This time he glanced at me, his stance slightly relaxing. His mouth and jaw weren't as tight anymore and his steps were lighter. I smiled.
Want to do something fun for Valentine's? Walk to the tree we first kissed under.
Don't forget to wear a coat and gloves!
Draco snorted and tossed the little paper away. Really. As if he would leave to walk in the cold without appropriate clothing. Sighing, he got out of bed and got dressed, shivering as he did so. After a last longing look at the warm bed, he turned the doorknob and walked out, yawning as he did so. Scratching his head, he sighed and put on a warm coat and some thick gloves.
As he opened the door, he noticed it was snowing for the first time. Burrowing down in his coat against the harsh wind, he stalked forward, walking in a brisk pace. His stride was quick and to the point, light and silent. The snow crunched under his feet, making him grimace. How he hated Winter.
Nearing the weeping willow, a smile touched his face. Nostalgia swept over him like a gentle wave, its tendrils warm and soothing. A year ago now they stood under the very same tree.
It wasn't snowing at the time, but it was cold, and they were huddled together for warmth. Harry had grinned shyly up at him, his hands clutched together. Draco had stared ahead of him, stone-faced, as he grabbed Harry's hand, warming it in his own. Harry's next grin was contagious, and soon Draco smiled back at him. Harry was one of the few persons who could make him smile. As Harry shuffled closer, Draco put his head on his shoulder, gazing at the little cottage in the distance. Snow clung to its roof, making it look almost fairy-tale like in all its innocence. It made him proud of their little home. Not that it was easy, living with each other. Draco still thought the dark haired man had took him in out of pity. Though the thought was faint and barely existed. After all, after about two years you just knew something about the person you were living with.
So they stood huddled together, until Harry moved away a bit, forcing Draco to move his head from the comfortable spot. He had turned a bit and the green eyes looked and looked, and looked some more. A gloved hand reached for Draco's cheek, caressing the features. Draco had closed his eyes, a tiny smile still lingering on his lips. As he opened his eyes, he noticed they had both moved forward, and now Draco could see himself in the ever green eyes. His breath caught, before his breathing quickened, puffing clouds of air between them. Harry had smiled and finally bridged the space remaining between them. Their kiss was messy, as frozen lips could barely feel, but they warmed up quickly enough with the warmth shared between them. They lightly skated over each other, testing, looking to see what they'd find in their wake.
As they parted, Harry wore a lopsided grin. "Be my Valentine?" he'd breathed, and really, what other answer was there but yes?
But there was no Harry at the moment, and Draco frowned. A note was pinned to the tree, though, and Draco tore it off.
Getting annoyed yet? Meet me at the field.
Love, Harry.
Draco crumpled the note and let it fall on the ground, where snowflakes hungrily covered the brand new surface. As Draco trudged through the snow, he couldn't help but wonder what the silly man had prepared this time. But, as he saw a distant figure, he smiled and decided it didn't really matter.
Harry grinned sheepishly at him. "Be my Valentine?"
Draco grinned and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Like I wouldn't."
Harry grinned and kissed him shortly. "Well, since it's tradition I bring roses and chocolate, I decided to discard both. This time we'll be doing something we both like. Draco, would you like to fly with me?"
Draco laughed, his breath fogging around them, eyes shining as they landed on the green ones before him. "I'd love to."
As Harry handed over the broom, grinning like mad, Draco couldn't help but think Harry always came up with the greatest ideas. And if they were anything but ordinary, well, that was just Harry. And Draco loved every moment of it.
Day 30: Are Draco And Harry ‘Out’ Before They Get Together?
*Ponders*. I don't really know. It really depends on the story. But, in my eyes, I see them more as realising that women don't do much for them (or do, when you want to make them bi), when the war is over, and everyone can think clealy. And maybe Draco realises it earlier than Harry. I mean, they can start experimenting with each other, to know what they both want and like. And of course they are both so amazing that neither wants to let the other go.
Day 29: Where Does The Wizarding World Stand On Homosexuality?
I think it's devided. I mean, there will always be people who think certain things are disgusting. Such a thing always happens. But, to live in a country where same-sex marriages were first allowed, there really isn't a lot of negativity about it. I mean, it's more than a decade ago when it was legalised. But maybe it's just where I live, you know? So I guess it's the same in the Wizarding World. We simply don't know if it's usual, or what laws they have regarding same-sex couples.
