Such a tortured soul.
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Under the Stars
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 420
Warnings: Slash.
Author's note: Mid-6th year.
Draco was frustrated. He hadn't sex in three weeks. It had been months since he'd gone this long, but he just... he couldn't get it up. Not for just anyone. He'd been ruined.
Three weeks before, Draco had been having a restless night. The Dark Lord was pressuring him, school was distracting him from his task, and everyone around him was pressing his buttons at every opportunity. He'd needed to get out. Sneaking out was second nature to him now; it was no trouble to get up to the Astronomy Tower. Only there, under the stars, far away from everything, did he let himself cry.
Footsteps startled him out of his wallow, and he quickly wiped his face clean, then leaned against the wall casually, like he'd only come up to think, or to rebel.
'So what are you up to this time, Malfoy?'
Great. Potter.
'Because it's any business of yours?' Draco didn't move from the wall and kept his eyes downcast.
'Oh, come the fuck on,' Harry said, 'I'm going to find out anyway. You might as well just tell me now and get it overwith.'
Draco scoffed and said nothing, staring at a dark spot on the floor. Suddenly Potter was in his face, pinning him to the wall, one hand on either side of his shoulders. He looked up into those deep green eyes, expecting to find them cold with hatred -- instead he found confusion. For a moment, the two boys stood there silently against the wall of the Astronomy Tower, staring into each other's eyes, sizing each other up. Then, swiftly, without warning, Harry's head tilted and leaned forward, and he was kissing Draco, and Draco was kissing him back, their bodies closing any distance that was left between them, their legs entwining.
Fire rose in Draco's body, his mind going completely blank as his eyes rolled back and his hands grabbed at Potter's back. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Harry pulled away and ran out the door of the Astronomy Tower. Draco stood in shock as he heard the other boy's footsteps fade.
The weeks had passed, and still he couldn't get it out of his mind. No one else interested him, no one could make that fire return, not until he fell asleep and dreamed of the boy who lived. Now he sat on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, trying to think of a way to get the bastard out of his head.
Wait. Were those... footsteps?
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 420
Warnings: Slash.
Author's note: Mid-6th year.
Draco was frustrated. He hadn't sex in three weeks. It had been months since he'd gone this long, but he just... he couldn't get it up. Not for just anyone. He'd been ruined.
Three weeks before, Draco had been having a restless night. The Dark Lord was pressuring him, school was distracting him from his task, and everyone around him was pressing his buttons at every opportunity. He'd needed to get out. Sneaking out was second nature to him now; it was no trouble to get up to the Astronomy Tower. Only there, under the stars, far away from everything, did he let himself cry.
Footsteps startled him out of his wallow, and he quickly wiped his face clean, then leaned against the wall casually, like he'd only come up to think, or to rebel.
'So what are you up to this time, Malfoy?'
Great. Potter.
'Because it's any business of yours?' Draco didn't move from the wall and kept his eyes downcast.
'Oh, come the fuck on,' Harry said, 'I'm going to find out anyway. You might as well just tell me now and get it overwith.'
Draco scoffed and said nothing, staring at a dark spot on the floor. Suddenly Potter was in his face, pinning him to the wall, one hand on either side of his shoulders. He looked up into those deep green eyes, expecting to find them cold with hatred -- instead he found confusion. For a moment, the two boys stood there silently against the wall of the Astronomy Tower, staring into each other's eyes, sizing each other up. Then, swiftly, without warning, Harry's head tilted and leaned forward, and he was kissing Draco, and Draco was kissing him back, their bodies closing any distance that was left between them, their legs entwining.
Fire rose in Draco's body, his mind going completely blank as his eyes rolled back and his hands grabbed at Potter's back. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Harry pulled away and ran out the door of the Astronomy Tower. Draco stood in shock as he heard the other boy's footsteps fade.
The weeks had passed, and still he couldn't get it out of his mind. No one else interested him, no one could make that fire return, not until he fell asleep and dreamed of the boy who lived. Now he sat on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, trying to think of a way to get the bastard out of his head.
Wait. Were those... footsteps?
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