hpfangirl71 (hpfangirl71) wrote in draco100, @ 2010-05-04 15:19:00 |
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Current mood: | naughty |
Current music: | Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis |
Entry tags: | author: hpfangirl71, prompt 91: who: the object of my desire |
Challenge #91:Who:The Object Of My Desire Title: Thoughts of the Chosen One
Title:Thoughts of the Chosen One
Author:
Thoughts of the Chosen One by HPFangirl71
He was the Chosen One or so it was rumored. He was Harry fucking Potter for Merlin’s sake, yet here he was still lusting over the so-called hero.
He was a Malfoy, there was no way he could stoop so low as to desire a half blood. Potter’s blood was tainted by his mother’s Mudblood ways. Yet, as he removed his trousers to slip into the Prefect’s bath, Harry was all Draco could think of.
He thought the cool water would help take away the ache within his groin but he’d been so wrong. Being alone here had only made his thoughts turn to the forbidden. He thought of how wonderful Harry had looked during the last Quidditch match, he sighed as he reached down to grasp his growing erection. Nothing was more erotic to Draco than the image of Harry on a broomstick.
His fingers caressed up and over the tip of his cock, already slick with pre-cum from thoughts of Harry’s sexy muscular frame and those incredibly hypnotic green eyes of his. It sickened his heart knowing he was attracted to someone his father considered their enemy. Draco wanted nothing more than to confess his obsession but knew his father would disown him if he did. Instead, he was reduced to sneaking away for these late night wanks over the wizarding world’s assumed savior.
He pumped his fist rhythmically over his cock as he imagined what Harry’s lips tasted like. Probably like Pumpkin juice and those peppermint candies, he seemed to love so much. He already knew he smelled lovely, a scent that was an arousing mixture of the Quidditch pitch and some Muggle cologne that smelt rather musky. It was the scent that drove Draco nearly crazy with desire whenever Potter was near.
He felt his arousal grow as he thought of their last heated argument. The feel of Potter’s hands wrapped around Draco’s wrist had almost been his undoing. It was getting harder and harder to keep it together around the gorgeous Gryffindor. This was exactly why he had come here for some much-needed relief.
Draco pumped his cock faster, letting Harry’s name slip past his lips as he finally climaxed. He watched as the water washed away all evidence of his dirty deeds. Draco sat within the bubbles, torn between the lustful feelings Potter brought about in him and his guilt-ridden shame over that fact.