Three Reasons [4] (Harry/Draco, NC-17)
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Three Reasons [4]
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Neville/Pansy
Word Count: 1350
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: More sadness for Draco & het sex
Challenge: Sorry & “Last thing on my mind.”
Author's Notes: I’m really jumping around a lot in this one.
Previous Parts: [1][2][3]
‘Well,’ Pansy said, once Draco made it back to the common room after her little stunt. ‘Someone looks pleased with himself.’
He should be mad at her. He should, but he just smiled at her.
‘Shite, did he . . .’ Pansy reddened unable to finish the sentence.
‘Why don’t you go make a film about it and see for yourself?’
Pansy sat back and blinked rapidly. ‘That’s the last thing on my mind.’ She shuddered as she added, ‘I’m scared enough as it is.’
Draco laughed and she huffed looking away from him. ‘I’m sorry, Pansy, I’ve been a shite to you all year.’
Peeking at him out of the corner of her eye, she said, ‘Really?’
‘Really.’ She had a right to be wary of him because that didn’t mean she was off the hook. He’d still get her back. ‘What exactly did you ask for when you set this up? Because if that’s the dirtiest sex I ever have . . . well, that was quite tame, don’t you think?’
‘Hmmm.’
‘You’ve read far more romance novels than I have.’
‘And your taste in them is far more vanilla than mine,’ Pansy pointed out, and then studied him carefully. ‘You weren’t even embarrassed about it at all, were you?’
‘I was,’ Draco insisted, although he had no reason to placate her. ‘I was just also a bit distracted.’
Draco smirked and she rolled her eyes at him. ‘Well, if you would have stuck around, you’d have seen—it was the first time Harry told you he loved you.’
‘What? Why would you request for Harry specifically?’
‘Honestly?’ Pansy said, sarcastically. ‘I didn’t.’
‘Other people have told me they’ve loved me before, Pansy.’
‘I know but I requested the next time,’ she hesitated, and then added, ‘during sex.’
‘Of course.’
Really she had no reason to be surprised when he turned the tables on her and had the exact some thing play of her.
‘What do you know,’ Draco said, ‘you are kinkier than me.’
Neville blushed but Pansy was outraged! ‘How could you?’
‘Small amount of payback, you understand I’m sure.’
Neville and Pansy were far younger than Draco and Harry had been. Neville was apparently much more forthcoming with his words than Harry. They were probably watching the very next time they’d have sex, because Pansy was pissed off in the beginning and Neville had to calm her down. In fact, Draco looked over their clothing and snorted. They were probably half-an-hour out of being the couple on the screen.
‘Nice stamina, Longbottom.’
‘Malfoy, please,’ Neville pleaded as Pansy turned around and stormed off, and before following her asked Draco, ‘was that necessary?’
Draco had been serious, though. Harry didn’t last long, and Draco at first chalked that up to him being a teenaged boy and new to everything that involved sex. Draco looked at Harry. Harry had been staring at him, but quickly looked away. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said that to Neville. Harry was watching the screen again, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
He was alone and sitting far away from the rest of them. Draco didn’t know why Harry didn’t sit with Neville, they were friends after all. Except that would mean Harry would be sitting with them, with Pansy and with Draco. He wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasn’t ready for a great many things, and certainly not ready to profess his love. It made Draco wonder how many years out they were to that moment. They’d been older. Not at Hogwarts any longer and the thought made Draco smile. Even if he’d have to wait years for Harry to finally say those words, they were going to be together for years.
Pansy, with her legs wrapped around Neville’s body, was screaming out her orgasm on the screen; Neville’s arms didn’t even shake. He was steady in his movements even as he began to come—the only evidence of which were the closing of his eyes and low moan before he collapsed on top of her.
Draco stood to leave. Walking passed Harry on his way out, he caught his eye for only a moment.
Fuck Harry’s insecurities. Draco was tired of always being the one to track Harry down, so he went off to the Prefect’s bathroom to relax.
When Draco heard the door open and saw Harry standing there a quarter hour later, he thought he was dreaming.
Harry hovered by the door after he closed it until Draco said, ‘Well, are you joining me or not?’
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‘Where have you been?’ Draco’s mother was sitting in Slytherin's common room waiting for him once he got in. It was near two in the morning at that point. Cautiously stepped toward her.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I’ve come to speak with you.’ Her hands were folded across her lap, and she looked away from him. ‘Professor Slughorn let me wait for you here since just after dinner, but you never turned up.’
‘What’s happened? What’s wrong?’ Because he knew there were only a few reasons she’d have to wait for him or even come to see him in the first place. ‘Has father died?’
‘No.’ She shook her head, and she didn’t look sad so much as angry as her gaze fell back on him. ‘Where have you been?’
‘I was at the theater with everyone else, and then I went to take a bath.’
‘Alone?’
‘That’s none of your business.’ Draco bit his cheek. He shouldn’t have said that.
‘I’m your mother. Everything you do is my business.’
Draco didn’t say anything, but his mother didn’t seem to expect him to.
She stood and came to kiss both of his cheeks before she continued, ‘I love you, and I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.’
‘What—’
‘I don’t want to talk about it. I know. Certain things don’t stay secret for long. And by your expression, I know that you know just what I’m talking about.’ His mother sighed and stepped away from him. ‘In a different world this could have been a happy ending, but we don’t live in that world, Draco. If you choose to continue down this path, we will be forced to cut ties with you.’
Draco sat in the chair his mother had left moments before. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘I have to think of your father,’ she explained. ‘He is their darling, Draco, and they will want revenge, more so than they already do, if they learn about this relationship.’
‘And how would disowning me protect him?’ Her eyes widened at Draco’s outburst, and he added, ‘Oh, I see. It’s not that it will protect him. It’s that it’s the only way you know of to control me.’
‘Draco, take some time to think about it.’
‘No.’ He shook his head and pulled back away from her outstretched hand. ‘I’m of age, I’ll be leaving school soon, and speaking of reputations you disowning me could only be good for me.’
She stepped back as if he’d slapped her.
His relationship was too new to ask for Harry’s help and his mother knew that, but she didn’t know what Draco did: that he and Harry would be together in the future. It wasn’t a question of whether or not Draco would choose to be with Harry—no matter how long she gave him to think on it—the decision was already made. He didn’t see the point in postponing it. If he lied to her now or even complied with her now, they’d be there again in a few months or a few years when Draco broke his promise or changed his mind.
It was just a matter of making it through this moment.
When she saw that he would not budge, she gave him a slight nod and for the first time, that evening looked ready to cry. She turned to leave but stopped at the common room door.
‘Remember, that you’ll always welcome to come home.’
‘As long as I’m willing to pay the price,’ Draco reminded her.
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Neville/Pansy
Word Count: 1350
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: More sadness for Draco & het sex
Challenge: Sorry & “Last thing on my mind.”
Author's Notes: I’m really jumping around a lot in this one.
Previous Parts: [1][2][3]
‘Well,’ Pansy said, once Draco made it back to the common room after her little stunt. ‘Someone looks pleased with himself.’
He should be mad at her. He should, but he just smiled at her.
‘Shite, did he . . .’ Pansy reddened unable to finish the sentence.
‘Why don’t you go make a film about it and see for yourself?’
Pansy sat back and blinked rapidly. ‘That’s the last thing on my mind.’ She shuddered as she added, ‘I’m scared enough as it is.’
Draco laughed and she huffed looking away from him. ‘I’m sorry, Pansy, I’ve been a shite to you all year.’
Peeking at him out of the corner of her eye, she said, ‘Really?’
‘Really.’ She had a right to be wary of him because that didn’t mean she was off the hook. He’d still get her back. ‘What exactly did you ask for when you set this up? Because if that’s the dirtiest sex I ever have . . . well, that was quite tame, don’t you think?’
‘Hmmm.’
‘You’ve read far more romance novels than I have.’
‘And your taste in them is far more vanilla than mine,’ Pansy pointed out, and then studied him carefully. ‘You weren’t even embarrassed about it at all, were you?’
‘I was,’ Draco insisted, although he had no reason to placate her. ‘I was just also a bit distracted.’
Draco smirked and she rolled her eyes at him. ‘Well, if you would have stuck around, you’d have seen—it was the first time Harry told you he loved you.’
‘What? Why would you request for Harry specifically?’
‘Honestly?’ Pansy said, sarcastically. ‘I didn’t.’
‘Other people have told me they’ve loved me before, Pansy.’
‘I know but I requested the next time,’ she hesitated, and then added, ‘during sex.’
‘Of course.’
Really she had no reason to be surprised when he turned the tables on her and had the exact some thing play of her.
‘What do you know,’ Draco said, ‘you are kinkier than me.’
Neville blushed but Pansy was outraged! ‘How could you?’
‘Small amount of payback, you understand I’m sure.’
Neville and Pansy were far younger than Draco and Harry had been. Neville was apparently much more forthcoming with his words than Harry. They were probably watching the very next time they’d have sex, because Pansy was pissed off in the beginning and Neville had to calm her down. In fact, Draco looked over their clothing and snorted. They were probably half-an-hour out of being the couple on the screen.
‘Nice stamina, Longbottom.’
‘Malfoy, please,’ Neville pleaded as Pansy turned around and stormed off, and before following her asked Draco, ‘was that necessary?’
Draco had been serious, though. Harry didn’t last long, and Draco at first chalked that up to him being a teenaged boy and new to everything that involved sex. Draco looked at Harry. Harry had been staring at him, but quickly looked away. Perhaps he shouldn’t have said that to Neville. Harry was watching the screen again, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
He was alone and sitting far away from the rest of them. Draco didn’t know why Harry didn’t sit with Neville, they were friends after all. Except that would mean Harry would be sitting with them, with Pansy and with Draco. He wasn’t ready for that yet. He wasn’t ready for a great many things, and certainly not ready to profess his love. It made Draco wonder how many years out they were to that moment. They’d been older. Not at Hogwarts any longer and the thought made Draco smile. Even if he’d have to wait years for Harry to finally say those words, they were going to be together for years.
Pansy, with her legs wrapped around Neville’s body, was screaming out her orgasm on the screen; Neville’s arms didn’t even shake. He was steady in his movements even as he began to come—the only evidence of which were the closing of his eyes and low moan before he collapsed on top of her.
Draco stood to leave. Walking passed Harry on his way out, he caught his eye for only a moment.
Fuck Harry’s insecurities. Draco was tired of always being the one to track Harry down, so he went off to the Prefect’s bathroom to relax.
When Draco heard the door open and saw Harry standing there a quarter hour later, he thought he was dreaming.
Harry hovered by the door after he closed it until Draco said, ‘Well, are you joining me or not?’
‘Where have you been?’ Draco’s mother was sitting in Slytherin's common room waiting for him once he got in. It was near two in the morning at that point. Cautiously stepped toward her.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I’ve come to speak with you.’ Her hands were folded across her lap, and she looked away from him. ‘Professor Slughorn let me wait for you here since just after dinner, but you never turned up.’
‘What’s happened? What’s wrong?’ Because he knew there were only a few reasons she’d have to wait for him or even come to see him in the first place. ‘Has father died?’
‘No.’ She shook her head, and she didn’t look sad so much as angry as her gaze fell back on him. ‘Where have you been?’
‘I was at the theater with everyone else, and then I went to take a bath.’
‘Alone?’
‘That’s none of your business.’ Draco bit his cheek. He shouldn’t have said that.
‘I’m your mother. Everything you do is my business.’
Draco didn’t say anything, but his mother didn’t seem to expect him to.
She stood and came to kiss both of his cheeks before she continued, ‘I love you, and I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.’
‘What—’
‘I don’t want to talk about it. I know. Certain things don’t stay secret for long. And by your expression, I know that you know just what I’m talking about.’ His mother sighed and stepped away from him. ‘In a different world this could have been a happy ending, but we don’t live in that world, Draco. If you choose to continue down this path, we will be forced to cut ties with you.’
Draco sat in the chair his mother had left moments before. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘I have to think of your father,’ she explained. ‘He is their darling, Draco, and they will want revenge, more so than they already do, if they learn about this relationship.’
‘And how would disowning me protect him?’ Her eyes widened at Draco’s outburst, and he added, ‘Oh, I see. It’s not that it will protect him. It’s that it’s the only way you know of to control me.’
‘Draco, take some time to think about it.’
‘No.’ He shook his head and pulled back away from her outstretched hand. ‘I’m of age, I’ll be leaving school soon, and speaking of reputations you disowning me could only be good for me.’
She stepped back as if he’d slapped her.
His relationship was too new to ask for Harry’s help and his mother knew that, but she didn’t know what Draco did: that he and Harry would be together in the future. It wasn’t a question of whether or not Draco would choose to be with Harry—no matter how long she gave him to think on it—the decision was already made. He didn’t see the point in postponing it. If he lied to her now or even complied with her now, they’d be there again in a few months or a few years when Draco broke his promise or changed his mind.
It was just a matter of making it through this moment.
When she saw that he would not budge, she gave him a slight nod and for the first time, that evening looked ready to cry. She turned to leave but stopped at the common room door.
‘Remember, that you’ll always welcome to come home.’
‘As long as I’m willing to pay the price,’ Draco reminded her.
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