Title: The Horrors of Lost Parseltongue Length: 655 words Warnings: Mentions of rimming, and slash (duh) Draco eyed Harry warily. He found something very off about the all-too-casual pose that Harry had taken up on the couch.
“Potter!” he finally snapped, “What are you trying to hide from me?”
Harrysunk further into the couch. “I don’t know what you’re talking aboutDraco,” his tone was light, but the Gryffindor blush blossoming acrosshis cheeks suggested otherwise.
Draco fingered his wand andweighed his options: Should he bother hexing Potter or proceed straightto strangling him out of frustration? He opted for option 3: Slytherinfinesse, and stood up, turning away from Harry. He arched his back,stretching, allowing his shirt to ride up so that Harry had a view ofthe boy’s trousers falling low on his hips – a sight Draco knew heloved.
“Very well Potter, I’m leaving.”
“Leaving?!” Potter jumped up, “But why? We haven’t been alone since the final battle!”
Draco whipped around to glare at Harry. “Because no one, not even the Boy-Who-Lived, lies to a Malfoy!”
Harry gulped and nodded sullenly in defeat, falling back into his seat.
“Fine, I’ll tell you just…don’t yell too much, alright?”
Dracogave Harry an appraising look, then one short nod, and returned to thecouch. He played at studying his nails. “Well then?”
Sighing, Harry buried his head in his hands. “I can’t speak parseltongue anymore.” Harry admitted, sounding utterly defeated.
Dracohad some difficulty making out the words that had been muffled byHarry’s hands, but when he had finally put them together, he wishedthat he had left after all.
“No more parseltongue, Potter?”Draco’s voice was cold. Since he and Harry had started shagging in 6thyear, the angry sort of up-against-the-wall sex that boarding schoolrivals often engage in had eventually mellowed into a less violent –but no less passionate, affair. The one thing that Draco absolutelyloved about sex with Potter (besides the fact that he was hung like abloody horse and had fantastic stamina) was parseltongue. It was sodark and hot and powerful that Draco found himself cumming the instantthat Harry started hissing at him. What made it all the better was thatthe red-headed skank who had been hanging on Potter’s arm for the last2 years despised the sound of the snake language, saying she found itscary and that it reminded her too much of Tom Riddle. That meant thatit was the one thing of Potter’s that he knew exclusively, the thingthat he owned.
“Look, I’m sorry alright! It went away when I died…when that piece of him inside of me died!”
Draco crossed his arms and scowled at Harry, clearly not appeased. Harry tried again.
“Look I – I have an idea. Something we’ve never done before that I think you’ll enjoy just as much –“
Draco interjected with a mumbled “I doubt it,” but Harry pressed on.
“I was thinking of… I mean I thought you’d like…” he paused and took a deep breath before continuing, “rimming.”
Draco’seyes widened and he swallowed hard. Potter was right…they hadn’t triedrimming yet, and while Draco’s initial reaction was to be disgusted, hefound himself becoming quite aroused at the though of Harry’s tongue inhis arse, his nails digging into his hips, trying to pin Draco down ashe writhed beneath him…
“Uhm, yes, I think that could work Potter…I would be willing to let you try that on me, if you want.”
Harry sighed in relief. “Oh good! I’m glad because, well, Merlin it sounds hot, and Ginny won’t let me do it…”
As far as Draco was concerned, those were the magic words. He jumped on top of Harry and pinned him to the couch.
“Oh shut up Potter and get to it, it’s going to take a lot of work to make up the loss of parseltongue.”
Harry, bless his Gryffindor heart, was eager to make amends.