miracle (miracle) wrote in harrylovesdraco, @ 2007-06-08 23:18:00 |
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“Oh, god, yes, Ron, right there, just a little—oh!”
Harry’seyes were as large as dinner plates as he spun back around. He paused amoment, but when he heard another scream ran from his room he sharedwith Ron and out onto the back deck.
Dracoturned to see Harry walking toward him in a rather zombie like fashion.“Potter, is there a reason you’re looking so frightened?”
“I need a smoke.” He mumbled.
“You’re trying to quit.” Draco reminded him with a drag of his own cig.
“Iknow. But I just saw Ron buggering Hermione like there was notomorrow.” He closed his eyes and shuddered, a look of utter disguststealing over his face.
Draco raised his eyebrows. “Right. You need a smoke.”
Harry smiled weakly. “Thanks.”
Dracohanded him a cigarette and lit the tip with his wand, watching thebrunet breath the chemicals in deeply with a relaxed smile.
“We’regoing to end up killing ourselves with these things one of these days.”He said conversationally. “They’re horrible for us. All sorts of badthings are in them that are positively giddy about eating our lungsout.”
“Hmm.” Harry responded non-committally. “I suppose that’s why I quit, then.”
“Quit? You stopped for three days, and you’re starting again.”
“Pissoff. You’d need nicotine too if you just saw Ron bend Hermione over ourdesk and pound into her.” He shuddered again. “I’m not even going tothink about where exactly he was pounding.”
“Eww! Come on, I’m trying to enjoy the night!”
“Right. Oops.”
Draco grinned. “Prat.”
“You know it.” Harry took another drag on his cig and leaned against the railing. “So what are you doing out here, anyway?”
“Nothing really. Just thinking.”
“What about?”
Draco flashed him a grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Harry gave the same feral grin back. “Yes, actually, I would. Come on, tell me.”
“Well,if you really want to know, I was thinking about how delicious you looksucking on that fag, your lips all pursed and your eyes closed. Yum.”
Harry flushed and choked on the smoke trying to enter his lungs. “I—um—huh?”
Dracodeliberately ran his eyes from head to toe and back, meeting Harry’seyes with a lecherous smirk. “I’m not sure how much clearer I couldmake it, Harry.”
“Har…? But you always—and you’ve never—”
“Comenow, I know you can form full sentences. I’ve heard it before, and evenif the sentences themselves were rather bland and idiotic, at leastthey made sense.”
“But—” Harry dropped his cigarette in favor of gaping at Draco. “But—”
Draco sighed and snuffed out his own cig. “Alright, I’ll help. A really great sentence to practice would be why, yes, Draco, I’d love to join you in bed, but I’ll understand if you can only get out the yes.”
Harry’s voice box seemed to have run away (probably off with the cigarette I wanted to finish, he thought) so he settled for nodding.
“Good.”Draco all but purred. He leaned in close and gave Harry’s lips a littlelick, then pulled back with half-lidded eyes and a smile. “Come on. Wecan practice other things to say now. Like…fuck me, harder, more…etc.”he threw a wink over his shoulder and sashayed through the slidingscreen door. “Follow me, Harry. The night is young and I’d like to getright to it. There are thousands of things I want to do to that body ofyours.”
Harry let out a choked squeak and quickly followed.