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For the5thmarauder I know, I know, I supposed to write Spinner's End sex, but still, I could actually write something worth writing from this prompt. Hope you like it.
Title: Zwitter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Author's Warning: genderfuck, smut
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Draco slipped through the door and shut it furtively behind him, only to turn 'round and be caught in Harry's arms. Arms which released him again scant seconds later.
"What the fuck?"
Harry stumbled backwards, not stopping until he tripped over the edge of the rug.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"I got in the way of a hex." Draco replied with a shrug.
"You got in the way of a hex?! What on earth were you doing? Is it permanent? Can you do anything about them?"
"Do you want me answer all of that?"
"What? Oh, yes, obviously."
"Fine. Yes, I got in the way of a hex, I was trying to teach that new group of Slytherins DADA, but they, apparently, had other ideas. No it's not permanent, it'll wear off in a couple of days, but there's nothing I can do about it before then."
"Teaching Slytherins DADA sounds a little... a couple of days?"
"Yes, it's not that long, honestly." Draco ran his hands down his chest, "Besides, you've always said that I'd make a beautiful girl."
"That's got nothing to do with it. You could have told me, warned me."
"You hardly gave me the chance, attacking me like that as I walked in the door."
"I did not attack you."
"Well, what do you call it then?"
"I was merely welcoming you in."
"Hah!"
Draco stalked off towards the bathroom, eager to wash the tiredness and anger away with a long bath.
Left alone in the hall Harry stopped for a moment to think. Now that the initial shock had worn off his mind was rapidly starting to question what the possible merits of Draco's situation could be. After a moment he decided to throw all caution to the wind and followed Draco to the bathroom.
The small tiled room was already full of billowing steam when Harry opened the door. Standing in front of the magically clear mirror was a very naked Draco looking at his altered body with interest. Shutting the door quickly behind him, Harry threw off his long robes and walked over to stand behind Draco. His lover's skin was as pale and unblemished as it ever was, the sharp lines of his body unchanged except for the small breasts that curved the flat planes of his chest. The small silver barbells that pierced Draco's nipples were still there, glinting in the light and Harry had a desperate urge to take them in his mouth, to see if they still tasted the same.
Leaning over Draco's shoulder Harry laid a gentle kiss on his cheek. The second kiss was against Draco's lips, the elder man having turned to meet Harry's mouth this time. Harry slid his arms around Draco's waist, pulling the slim body closer to him. Draco twisted in his arms so that he was facing Harry then kissed him again, one hand tracing the line of Harry's jaw, while the other held his lover close.
Drawing back for a moment Draco looked at the other man, Harry's eyes were darkened with passion and the steam of the bathroom had messed up the charms that kept his hair in some semblance of order. His lips were red, every breath shuddering slightly between them.
Draco dropped his hands to Harry's waist, undoing the buttons so that he could ease Harry's trousers down over his narrow hips, before reaching up to unbutton his shirt. When all of Harry's clothes were scattered around the bathroom and both men were breathing hard from a hundred gentle caresses and kisses Draco stepped back, taking Harry's hand in his and pulling him towards the bathtub.
With a small smile Draco stepped into the tub, still keeping Harry's hand in his, insisting that his lover join him. Although Harry had every intention of joining Draco, he held back, delighting in the rare opportunity to tease him. Wanting Draco to admit to him how much he wanted, needed Harry. Draco, impatient as always, pulled a little harder on Harry's hand and, with the tiles so steam-slick under his feet, Harry lost his balance and fell in, landing atop of Draco.
While the press of Draco's small breasts was a little disconcerting, the rest of his lover's hot, hard body was as familiar as his own and Harry pressed himself as close to Draco as he could. Balancing himself with one hand on the edge of the tub Harry ran the other along the sharp line of Draco's collarbone and down until he could brush the pad of one thumb across his nipple. It felt softer somehow; the hard metal of the barbells a greater contrast. Dropping his head Harry licked across it, then took it into his mouth sucking and biting gently at it.
Trailing kisses across Draco's chest, Harry licked and sucked at his other nipple until Draco moaned, a breathy whisper that made Harry look up at his face. His mouth was open slightly, his hair still slicked back except for a few strands that clung to the droplets of water on his face. He was, Harry thought, almost more beautiful than usual. The sometimes severe lines of his face has softened as if the spell had altered more than merely his appearance.
Dragging his body up Draco's he captured the older man's mouth with his own again and kissed him as though it was all that held back the end of life, the universe and eveything.
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I hope you like it, talí, I know it's not really what you requested, but it's what my twisted mind made out of it. I know, it's not really that smutty either, but I've got to start somewhere *g*
~Kiri
P.s. Other drabbles/ficlets are on the way.
Title: Zwitter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Author's Warning: genderfuck, smut
-----------
Draco slipped through the door and shut it furtively behind him, only to turn 'round and be caught in Harry's arms. Arms which released him again scant seconds later.
"What the fuck?"
Harry stumbled backwards, not stopping until he tripped over the edge of the rug.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"I got in the way of a hex." Draco replied with a shrug.
"You got in the way of a hex?! What on earth were you doing? Is it permanent? Can you do anything about them?"
"Do you want me answer all of that?"
"What? Oh, yes, obviously."
"Fine. Yes, I got in the way of a hex, I was trying to teach that new group of Slytherins DADA, but they, apparently, had other ideas. No it's not permanent, it'll wear off in a couple of days, but there's nothing I can do about it before then."
"Teaching Slytherins DADA sounds a little... a couple of days?"
"Yes, it's not that long, honestly." Draco ran his hands down his chest, "Besides, you've always said that I'd make a beautiful girl."
"That's got nothing to do with it. You could have told me, warned me."
"You hardly gave me the chance, attacking me like that as I walked in the door."
"I did not attack you."
"Well, what do you call it then?"
"I was merely welcoming you in."
"Hah!"
Draco stalked off towards the bathroom, eager to wash the tiredness and anger away with a long bath.
Left alone in the hall Harry stopped for a moment to think. Now that the initial shock had worn off his mind was rapidly starting to question what the possible merits of Draco's situation could be. After a moment he decided to throw all caution to the wind and followed Draco to the bathroom.
The small tiled room was already full of billowing steam when Harry opened the door. Standing in front of the magically clear mirror was a very naked Draco looking at his altered body with interest. Shutting the door quickly behind him, Harry threw off his long robes and walked over to stand behind Draco. His lover's skin was as pale and unblemished as it ever was, the sharp lines of his body unchanged except for the small breasts that curved the flat planes of his chest. The small silver barbells that pierced Draco's nipples were still there, glinting in the light and Harry had a desperate urge to take them in his mouth, to see if they still tasted the same.
Leaning over Draco's shoulder Harry laid a gentle kiss on his cheek. The second kiss was against Draco's lips, the elder man having turned to meet Harry's mouth this time. Harry slid his arms around Draco's waist, pulling the slim body closer to him. Draco twisted in his arms so that he was facing Harry then kissed him again, one hand tracing the line of Harry's jaw, while the other held his lover close.
Drawing back for a moment Draco looked at the other man, Harry's eyes were darkened with passion and the steam of the bathroom had messed up the charms that kept his hair in some semblance of order. His lips were red, every breath shuddering slightly between them.
Draco dropped his hands to Harry's waist, undoing the buttons so that he could ease Harry's trousers down over his narrow hips, before reaching up to unbutton his shirt. When all of Harry's clothes were scattered around the bathroom and both men were breathing hard from a hundred gentle caresses and kisses Draco stepped back, taking Harry's hand in his and pulling him towards the bathtub.
With a small smile Draco stepped into the tub, still keeping Harry's hand in his, insisting that his lover join him. Although Harry had every intention of joining Draco, he held back, delighting in the rare opportunity to tease him. Wanting Draco to admit to him how much he wanted, needed Harry. Draco, impatient as always, pulled a little harder on Harry's hand and, with the tiles so steam-slick under his feet, Harry lost his balance and fell in, landing atop of Draco.
While the press of Draco's small breasts was a little disconcerting, the rest of his lover's hot, hard body was as familiar as his own and Harry pressed himself as close to Draco as he could. Balancing himself with one hand on the edge of the tub Harry ran the other along the sharp line of Draco's collarbone and down until he could brush the pad of one thumb across his nipple. It felt softer somehow; the hard metal of the barbells a greater contrast. Dropping his head Harry licked across it, then took it into his mouth sucking and biting gently at it.
Trailing kisses across Draco's chest, Harry licked and sucked at his other nipple until Draco moaned, a breathy whisper that made Harry look up at his face. His mouth was open slightly, his hair still slicked back except for a few strands that clung to the droplets of water on his face. He was, Harry thought, almost more beautiful than usual. The sometimes severe lines of his face has softened as if the spell had altered more than merely his appearance.
Dragging his body up Draco's he captured the older man's mouth with his own again and kissed him as though it was all that held back the end of life, the universe and eveything.
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I hope you like it, talí, I know it's not really what you requested, but it's what my twisted mind made out of it. I know, it's not really that smutty either, but I've got to start somewhere *g*
~Kiri
P.s. Other drabbles/ficlets are on the way.