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tattooedsirenTitle: Erase
Ships: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: He wanted to forget it ever happened.
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auxetoiles23. I hope I didnt mess up your OTP too much. :O)
I honestly dont like H/D very much so I obviously have never written it before. But I really hope people like it (and if you are so inclinced, feel free to pimp/link this fic in any H/D comms).
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50_smutlets prompt: Shower
hpfanfic10x10 prompt: Hate
Erase
Harry paced the floor of his bedroom, his robe flapping around his legs. His eyes were wild, his hand constantly running through his hair, making his shaggy bed-hair locks even messier. His eyes intermittently flew to the figure in his bed.
Malfoy was asleep, thank God. He was lying on his stomach, the sheets twisted about his hips. The first thing Harry always saw was the shock of platinum blond hair, followed by the smooth planes of his back and that one mole, right at the middle of his back.
Harry shook his head as he continued pacing. The room was so small he would only get four steps before he had to turn back around. He was pretty sure he was wearing a track into the carpet.
He didn’t know how this happened. One minute they were planning an offensive against Voldemort and Snape, the air between them filled with loathing and the bitterness of the previous seven years. The next moment Malfoy had pushed him against the wall and their lips met as they clawed at each others clothes. They stumbled blindly down the hall, attacking each other with licks and bites and fierce kisses as they ripped each others clothes from their bodies. They made it to his bedroom and he pushed Draco onto the bed. Hands were everywhere as they rubbed against one another and then, not able to take it any longer, Harry drew back, flipping Malfoy over onto his stomach. Malfoy got up on all fours and with a grunt, Harry pushed inside him.
Harry shook his head, resuming his pacing. He felt dirty, disgusted. Not by the act itself, but by whom he did it with. He stalked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, making the water as hot as he could stand. He stood under the spray, needing to feel cleansed, hoping the water could wash away the memory.
He wanted to forget it ever happened. He wanted to erase the memory. But more than anything, he wanted to stop thinking about it and how good it felt and how his body ached for more.
The shower curtain was suddenly pushed aside and there stood Malfoy. Harry met his eyes before they automatically trailed down his body and caught sight of his erection. He couldn’t help it, but Harry stared. And Malfoy, he didn’t flinch, just let him take his time.
Harry reached out and wrapped his hand around him. Malfoy’s eyes fluttered closed and he smirked, the bastard. Harry stroked him a few times, the skin smooth beneath his wet hand. With a resigned sigh, Harry pulled him into the shower, thrusting his tongue into Malfoy’s mouth as he trapped him between his body and the shower wall. Malfoy wrapped a hand around their cocks as they ground together.
The water didn’t wash away the memory. It washed away something else.
Ships: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: He wanted to forget it ever happened.
Authors Notes: For the awesome
auxetoiles23. I hope I didnt mess up your OTP too much. :O)I honestly dont like H/D very much so I obviously have never written it before. But I really hope people like it (and if you are so inclinced, feel free to pimp/link this fic in any H/D comms).
50_smutlets prompt: Showerhpfanfic10x10 prompt: HateErase
Harry paced the floor of his bedroom, his robe flapping around his legs. His eyes were wild, his hand constantly running through his hair, making his shaggy bed-hair locks even messier. His eyes intermittently flew to the figure in his bed.
Malfoy was asleep, thank God. He was lying on his stomach, the sheets twisted about his hips. The first thing Harry always saw was the shock of platinum blond hair, followed by the smooth planes of his back and that one mole, right at the middle of his back.
Harry shook his head as he continued pacing. The room was so small he would only get four steps before he had to turn back around. He was pretty sure he was wearing a track into the carpet.
He didn’t know how this happened. One minute they were planning an offensive against Voldemort and Snape, the air between them filled with loathing and the bitterness of the previous seven years. The next moment Malfoy had pushed him against the wall and their lips met as they clawed at each others clothes. They stumbled blindly down the hall, attacking each other with licks and bites and fierce kisses as they ripped each others clothes from their bodies. They made it to his bedroom and he pushed Draco onto the bed. Hands were everywhere as they rubbed against one another and then, not able to take it any longer, Harry drew back, flipping Malfoy over onto his stomach. Malfoy got up on all fours and with a grunt, Harry pushed inside him.
Harry shook his head, resuming his pacing. He felt dirty, disgusted. Not by the act itself, but by whom he did it with. He stalked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, making the water as hot as he could stand. He stood under the spray, needing to feel cleansed, hoping the water could wash away the memory.
He wanted to forget it ever happened. He wanted to erase the memory. But more than anything, he wanted to stop thinking about it and how good it felt and how his body ached for more.
The shower curtain was suddenly pushed aside and there stood Malfoy. Harry met his eyes before they automatically trailed down his body and caught sight of his erection. He couldn’t help it, but Harry stared. And Malfoy, he didn’t flinch, just let him take his time.
Harry reached out and wrapped his hand around him. Malfoy’s eyes fluttered closed and he smirked, the bastard. Harry stroked him a few times, the skin smooth beneath his wet hand. With a resigned sigh, Harry pulled him into the shower, thrusting his tongue into Malfoy’s mouth as he trapped him between his body and the shower wall. Malfoy wrapped a hand around their cocks as they ground together.
The water didn’t wash away the memory. It washed away something else.
