Drabble - Need
Title: Need
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
Summary: Draco realizes just how much he needs Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: The long-overdo eighth part in the Little Date That Could Arc. Start at the beginning: Anxious. Written for dracoharry100's challenge #237 - Nothing.
Draco's mind was in a state of meltdown. If someone were to ask him his own name right at that moment, he would not for the life of him be able to give an answer.
Kissing Harry was like nothing he had ever felt before; it was so far beyond in fact, that he didn't have a word to describe it. He finally stopped trying, and focused entirely on feeling the delicious slide of lips and tongue that was short-circuiting his brain.
When Harry clenched a hand in Draco's hair, he moaned, losing what little brain function he had left.
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He pushed Harry backwards into the wall, pressing his whole body against the other man. He ran trembling hands down Harry's sides to rest on narrow hips. Suddenly he realized that they were both entirely too dressed for the occasion. Something simply had to be done about that, immediately!
Desperate to have nothing between Harry and himself, he pulled back, panting harshly from the steamy kisses. Harry whimpered at the loss. Draco would have smirked at the sound had he not almost done the same.
"Clothes off," he gasped, already tugging at Harry's shirt to free it from his trousers.
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It took Harry a few moments to release Draco's hair, and his eyes had a rather wild, glazed look to them. He was panting and flushed. Draco was immensely pleased that he wasn't the only one affected so by their activities.
And things were just getting started.
Moving to unbutton Harry's shirt, Draco thought that nothing in the world could possibly be better than the feeling of his breath on his heated skin. Harry was the only thing he could ever remember wanting. He needed to have this man; needed him with every fiber of his being.
He loved him.
No Rush
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
Summary: Draco realizes just how much he needs Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: The long-overdo eighth part in the Little Date That Could Arc. Start at the beginning: Anxious. Written for dracoharry100's challenge #237 - Nothing.
Draco's mind was in a state of meltdown. If someone were to ask him his own name right at that moment, he would not for the life of him be able to give an answer.
Kissing Harry was like nothing he had ever felt before; it was so far beyond in fact, that he didn't have a word to describe it. He finally stopped trying, and focused entirely on feeling the delicious slide of lips and tongue that was short-circuiting his brain.
When Harry clenched a hand in Draco's hair, he moaned, losing what little brain function he had left.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
He pushed Harry backwards into the wall, pressing his whole body against the other man. He ran trembling hands down Harry's sides to rest on narrow hips. Suddenly he realized that they were both entirely too dressed for the occasion. Something simply had to be done about that, immediately!
Desperate to have nothing between Harry and himself, he pulled back, panting harshly from the steamy kisses. Harry whimpered at the loss. Draco would have smirked at the sound had he not almost done the same.
"Clothes off," he gasped, already tugging at Harry's shirt to free it from his trousers.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
It took Harry a few moments to release Draco's hair, and his eyes had a rather wild, glazed look to them. He was panting and flushed. Draco was immensely pleased that he wasn't the only one affected so by their activities.
And things were just getting started.
Moving to unbutton Harry's shirt, Draco thought that nothing in the world could possibly be better than the feeling of his breath on his heated skin. Harry was the only thing he could ever remember wanting. He needed to have this man; needed him with every fiber of his being.
He loved him.
No Rush