HP/DM: A Stolen Moment
Title: A Stolen Moment
Ship: Harry/Draco
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1080
DISCLAIMER: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
A/N: For crazyparakiss. Thanks for responding to my Challenge Me Meme
Even though I forget, like now, thanks to my wonderful friend, mystressxoxo for betaing this for me.
"Potter, a word with you?" Draco asked as he motioned to an empty classroom.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been heading toward the Great Hall for lunch when Draco came up from behind and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"What does Malfoy want this time?” groaned Ron, passing a sneer at Malfoy before turning back toward the direction of their meal.
“Yeah, Harry, I thought you were finished with your joint assignment with him? Ron and I turned our project in last week.” Hermione’s eyebrows were pinched together. Harry could see the wheels in her head turning, so he tried to clip the progression of thought before she took a figurative step back and saw the bigger picture.
“Well, we were going to turn our project in last week, but Dra-Malfoy was being an annoying perfectionist and thought the shade of the potion was off. He asked Snape for an extension, and being the teacher’s pet, he was automatically given one,” Harry sighed. He was trying his best to imply that this was a difficult burden he was bearing.
“That doesn’t seem fair to give one student an advantage over the others, but since your grades are tied together, at least he’s not taking points from you unnecessarily,” Hermione reasoned.
“Yeah, mate. I guess there is a bright side to working with that git after all. Just don’t be too late for lunch. I hear they’re serving chicken and dumplings,” Ron said as he tugged on Hermione’s arm to head back towards the Great Hall.
“Well, don’t eat it all,” chuckled Harry. “I’ll be there soon. Save some for me.” He waved goodbye to his closest friends as he turned, going to the room he saw Draco entering.
When he opened the door and walked through the doorway, Harry realized how unusually dark the classroom was. He could see the sun shining outside through the windows, but some kind of charm must have been placed on the glass to keep the light from entering the room. Being enveloped in the sudden darkness and unable to see into it sent an uneasy chill down his spine as he tried to adjust his eyes and take a look around.
“Draco, are you in here?” he asked. He noted his voice was barely above a whisper as he realized how nervous this situation made him. He was pulling out his wand, getting ready to cast a Lumos, when there was a sudden rush of movement to his left, and he was pushed into the wall on his right.
Harry made an ‘omph’ sound as he felt Draco grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face him. He could feel the heat from Draco’s body as Draco pressed himself against Harry from shoulder to knees. Hands were tugging at his clothes, working frantically to get at his skin; while soft, warm lips were running against his chin and down his jugular vein, gentle kisses were alternated with long licks and tiny nips as that wonderful mouth made its way to his collarbone.
“I’ve missed you, Harry. It feels like ages since I’ve been able to touch you,” Draco panted as he alternated words with kisses over Harry’s neck, shoulders, and then working his way down to his bare chest. He was slowly opening up Harry’s robes, trying his best to take as much advantage of this stolen moment as he possibly could.
After recovering from the initial shock of being slammed against the wall and being openly devoured by his illicit lover, Harry felt like his skin was on fire in all the tiny places where Draco’s lips had grazed across him. His blood began to pump fire through his veins, as he wanted to reciprocate some of the passion building within him. When Draco’s hands began to work their way to unbuckling his belt, he pulled Draco’s face up to his to stop him and pressed his mouth against Draco’s in an unyielding, fervent kiss. With a slight pelvic thrust, Harry felt Draco’s erection responding to his own, and both boys moaned into each other’s mouths.
A scant few weeks earlier, what had started as an idiotic potions assignment meant to infuriate both boys quickly veered in the opposite direction and blossomed into innocent flirting, followed by clandestine meetings, and then first kisses. There had been no talk of the future or of revealing themselves to their friends for fear of the impending ridicule and disconnect it would bring within both their houses. For each of them, there was only the now - this stolen moment. Maybe in time there could be more. Without saying a word to each other, they both silently dreaded and hoped for a future together.
Without warning, Harry pushed Draco away. Draco growled at the loss of contact and began to move back between Harry’s legs when Harry held him at little less than an arm’s length away.
“Wait, I thought I heard something,” he whispered. That comment caused Draco to stop still, tensing, and try to listen. After a few moments, Draco leaned back into Harry. His mouth was seeking to nip at Harry’s neck again.
“It was nothing,” he mumbled as he began to suck on that spot under Harry’s Adam’s apple. Harry dropped his head back and moaned at the sensations of Draco working on his neck again.
“Oh, but it was something”, Hermione stated, her voice clear and loud, as she flicked her wand, and immersed the room in light. Ron was standing behind her, speechless; his jaw was almost scraping the ground by the picture presented before him.
Both boys tried their best to pull away from each other, but a button on one robe was caught in a seem of the other robe. It was as if their own clothing were betraying them. When they finally untangled themselves from each other, Harry stood facing his friends as Draco hid behind his boyfriend.
Harry did his best to face his closest friends. He squared his shoulders, looked with level eyes at Hermione - who was standing there with one hand on her hip, and Ron, whose face was beet red in anger - and said, “Hermione, Ron, I- rather, we have something to tell you.”
He had faced worse things in his life, but rarely had he faced something that could cost him so much. He just had to hope they understood that with remorse comes forgiveness, and with forgiveness comes understanding, and with understanding comes maybe … sometimes… love.
Ship: Harry/Draco
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1080
DISCLAIMER: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
A/N: For crazyparakiss. Thanks for responding to my Challenge Me Meme
Even though I forget, like now, thanks to my wonderful friend, mystressxoxo for betaing this for me.
"Potter, a word with you?" Draco asked as he motioned to an empty classroom.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been heading toward the Great Hall for lunch when Draco came up from behind and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
"What does Malfoy want this time?” groaned Ron, passing a sneer at Malfoy before turning back toward the direction of their meal.
“Yeah, Harry, I thought you were finished with your joint assignment with him? Ron and I turned our project in last week.” Hermione’s eyebrows were pinched together. Harry could see the wheels in her head turning, so he tried to clip the progression of thought before she took a figurative step back and saw the bigger picture.
“Well, we were going to turn our project in last week, but Dra-Malfoy was being an annoying perfectionist and thought the shade of the potion was off. He asked Snape for an extension, and being the teacher’s pet, he was automatically given one,” Harry sighed. He was trying his best to imply that this was a difficult burden he was bearing.
“That doesn’t seem fair to give one student an advantage over the others, but since your grades are tied together, at least he’s not taking points from you unnecessarily,” Hermione reasoned.
“Yeah, mate. I guess there is a bright side to working with that git after all. Just don’t be too late for lunch. I hear they’re serving chicken and dumplings,” Ron said as he tugged on Hermione’s arm to head back towards the Great Hall.
“Well, don’t eat it all,” chuckled Harry. “I’ll be there soon. Save some for me.” He waved goodbye to his closest friends as he turned, going to the room he saw Draco entering.
When he opened the door and walked through the doorway, Harry realized how unusually dark the classroom was. He could see the sun shining outside through the windows, but some kind of charm must have been placed on the glass to keep the light from entering the room. Being enveloped in the sudden darkness and unable to see into it sent an uneasy chill down his spine as he tried to adjust his eyes and take a look around.
“Draco, are you in here?” he asked. He noted his voice was barely above a whisper as he realized how nervous this situation made him. He was pulling out his wand, getting ready to cast a Lumos, when there was a sudden rush of movement to his left, and he was pushed into the wall on his right.
Harry made an ‘omph’ sound as he felt Draco grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face him. He could feel the heat from Draco’s body as Draco pressed himself against Harry from shoulder to knees. Hands were tugging at his clothes, working frantically to get at his skin; while soft, warm lips were running against his chin and down his jugular vein, gentle kisses were alternated with long licks and tiny nips as that wonderful mouth made its way to his collarbone.
“I’ve missed you, Harry. It feels like ages since I’ve been able to touch you,” Draco panted as he alternated words with kisses over Harry’s neck, shoulders, and then working his way down to his bare chest. He was slowly opening up Harry’s robes, trying his best to take as much advantage of this stolen moment as he possibly could.
After recovering from the initial shock of being slammed against the wall and being openly devoured by his illicit lover, Harry felt like his skin was on fire in all the tiny places where Draco’s lips had grazed across him. His blood began to pump fire through his veins, as he wanted to reciprocate some of the passion building within him. When Draco’s hands began to work their way to unbuckling his belt, he pulled Draco’s face up to his to stop him and pressed his mouth against Draco’s in an unyielding, fervent kiss. With a slight pelvic thrust, Harry felt Draco’s erection responding to his own, and both boys moaned into each other’s mouths.
A scant few weeks earlier, what had started as an idiotic potions assignment meant to infuriate both boys quickly veered in the opposite direction and blossomed into innocent flirting, followed by clandestine meetings, and then first kisses. There had been no talk of the future or of revealing themselves to their friends for fear of the impending ridicule and disconnect it would bring within both their houses. For each of them, there was only the now - this stolen moment. Maybe in time there could be more. Without saying a word to each other, they both silently dreaded and hoped for a future together.
Without warning, Harry pushed Draco away. Draco growled at the loss of contact and began to move back between Harry’s legs when Harry held him at little less than an arm’s length away.
“Wait, I thought I heard something,” he whispered. That comment caused Draco to stop still, tensing, and try to listen. After a few moments, Draco leaned back into Harry. His mouth was seeking to nip at Harry’s neck again.
“It was nothing,” he mumbled as he began to suck on that spot under Harry’s Adam’s apple. Harry dropped his head back and moaned at the sensations of Draco working on his neck again.
“Oh, but it was something”, Hermione stated, her voice clear and loud, as she flicked her wand, and immersed the room in light. Ron was standing behind her, speechless; his jaw was almost scraping the ground by the picture presented before him.
Both boys tried their best to pull away from each other, but a button on one robe was caught in a seem of the other robe. It was as if their own clothing were betraying them. When they finally untangled themselves from each other, Harry stood facing his friends as Draco hid behind his boyfriend.
Harry did his best to face his closest friends. He squared his shoulders, looked with level eyes at Hermione - who was standing there with one hand on her hip, and Ron, whose face was beet red in anger - and said, “Hermione, Ron, I- rather, we have something to tell you.”
He had faced worse things in his life, but rarely had he faced something that could cost him so much. He just had to hope they understood that with remorse comes forgiveness, and with forgiveness comes understanding, and with understanding comes maybe … sometimes… love.