Songfic
Ok, this is a wee update so I can share my wee songfic with you all. Written for 
slavetothislove as per her request of a songfic written for Justin Timberlake's FutureSex/LoveSounds. Believe me when I say, I NEVER thought I would write a fic for this song. But for some creepy reason this record has grown on me like said pairing. The song is awesome, and sexy and heavy on the beat. ^_^ *drool* I didn't use many of the lyrics, but both Harry and Draco have some lines that are song-esque. Without further ado..
Title: FutureSex
Author:
sweetest_ink
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,791
Warnings: Dancing, boy!love, public!wanking, no beta.
Disclaimer: All these characters are property of JKR, bless her. ^_^
A/N: By now you all know how apprehensive I am about my writing, especially movement. I should just...shhh...
The Room of Requirement had never looked like this before. Harry's eyes burned at the lights, despite the fact that the candles burned low and in reds and purples. A disco ball turned on a dime in the middle of the dance floor, hanging from nothing but air. All around the edge of the room tables were clustered and crowed with people, the butterbeer was flowing already and the candlelight pulsed along in time to the music.
“Harry!” someone screamed loudly, and he could barely hear it over the music. He was dumbfounded when he finally realized it was Hermione, shouting for him from the dance floor, curled unapologetically around Ron.
“Harry!” she screamed again and he took a deep breath as he pushed into the squirming mass of dancers.
“Why aren't you dancing?” someone else asked him and he was horrifically surprised again once he noticed it was Ron and not Hermione.
The fact of the matter was Harry Potter did not dance. Well, he did when he was forced, but an inter-house graduation party had hardly put him in the mood. Ginny was off with Dean in some corner and he didn't even want to think about who he would be dancing with if it wasn't her.
“I..eh..” was all that came out.
Ron scoffed and twirled Hermione around himself to her great enjoyment. He leaned over towards Harry as she clung to his shoulders, “It's seriously easy mate, just swing them around when they're not paying attention or some such and you'll be fine.”
Ron winked.
Harry's knees went to jelly.
The crowd did a decent job of shifting him to the side once it became clear he wasn't going to dance. Hermione screeched as Ron dipped her again and pulled her writhing body closer. Harry briefly considered asking Cho, but that thought evaporated just as quickly as it appeared.
He settled into a chair around one of the tables, grabbing someone's butterbeer and taking a big slurp. This one time, when everything was ok, no Voldemort, no death, school over, grades acceptable...this one time, and the Boy Who Lived couldn't perform.
“Alright, relax everyone!!” a rather annoying voice shouted from the door, “The Slytherins are here, the party can begin!”
Malfoy.
Harry's face twisted into a sour frown, the dance would certainly suck if Draco was here. He gulped down some more butterbeer.
The crowd seemed strangely encouraged at the entrance of Malfoy and his cronies. Goyle and Crabbe filtered off to the sides of the room while Pansy, Blaise, and Draco quickly made their way to the center of the dance floor.
The lights, as if in answer, dimmed and pulsed, glowing redder and shifting from purple to blue. Draco excitedly took hold of Pansy's waist and began to twist around with her. Harry didn't even realize he'd been watching. He turned away abruptly and took another swig off his bottle.
“Harry!” Hermione screeched again, but he pretended not to hear her.
Unfortunately, the next words to be audible on the dance floor weren't from his friends but Pansy. “Draco!” she screamed with glee as he bent her over towards the waxy floorboards. A supreme smirk spread across his lips and he whipped her up quickly, squeezing her body close and moving his hips next to hers in time to the beat.
Was the bottle empty this entire time?
He tossed it aside and sighed as he rested his head on his hand. Everyone was having fun but him. More butterbeer?
The music stopped abruptly and the lights flickered in the mirror ball.
“Harry!”
He ignored her again.
“Harry! You have to-”
She was drowned out by the cheers that erupted at the riff that signaled the beginning of an obviously popular song. He didn't know it, but that didn't seemed to matter anyways.
He sighed again, and thought about putting his head down on the table and just drifting off to sleep. As if that were possible.
“Harry!” she screamed once more and his head flew up, he was about ready to scream right back.
But her yelling had begun to be noticed by others. Cho, who was out on the floor with some Hufflepuff, was now looking at him, and as he scanned the floor he realized she wasn't the only one.
Pansy was busy bumping her posterior up against Draco who was all to happy to return the sentiments from behind, but after one glance, Harry knew he was watching as well.
A little smirk began to form on his lips, and Harry got the jittery feeling that it was meant for him.
The notes began to sink into him and he felt his feet go along with them. Draco swung Pansy around to face him and his hands led her into a shiver, but his eyes weren't leaving Harry.
He gulped.
And Malfoy saw.
After that, Draco wasted not a moment. Pansy was shoved away like an inferior broom and the crowds parted for the Slytherin as he approached Harry sitting on the wall.
The lights pulsed and Harry blinked in surprise. Were all those people watching? Or had the dance stopped?
Suddenly, those silver eyes were locked on his. Blonde hair falling in capricious waves across his face, threatening to be seductive, “Alright Potter, come on.”
He grabbed Harry by the hand and was already halfway across the floor before Harry even realized. Once he did however, he found himself fighting to be let go, squirming in Draco's foreign grasp.
But there was a hand at his back, urging him forward and he decided it must be the butterbeer that made him think it was Ron.
The music swelled and Draco pulled him in, a wash of scent flowing over him. Harry practically melted into his arms.
He could tell vaguely that he was being led, led just like Pansy, into a sway of his hips and a breathless swing of his shoulders. Draco was smiling.
Harry had never known that smile.
Draco's hands smoothed their way up Harry's sides and pulled him closer, closer to that shaking body, weaving up and down. The tune began carrying Harry along with it and he ventured wrapping his arms around Draco's neck.
The movements of the crowd surged as if the final piece had fallen into place. This time, when Hermione yelled his name it wasn't in protest, but congratulation.
The skin of Draco's neck was softer than any he'd ever touched. He ran his fingers along the line of light hair and let himself be dipped by Draco towards the floor and brought back closer to his face.
Softened in the light of their dance hall, and by his mild inebriation, Malfoy looked almost ready. Ready in the way Ginny had looked when he kissed her after that Quidditch game, and even after when they...
But it was better.
His lips glistened in the light and his eyes glowed blue like Harry had never looked at them before. There was a hand in the small of his back and he slithered forward, pressing himself against his most hated school mate.
“Potter, if I kissed you right now, would you run away?”
It was a whisper, and in between notes Harry wasn't sure he'd heard it.
Draco wanted to kiss him. He scooted closer, his feet bouncing along the floor as they went. Harry wanted to kiss Draco.
He allowed himself a smile, the first since coming back to school.
Draco's face came towards his in that curiously awkward way that faces do when they're going to kiss you. Harry's smile widened and he didn't wait any longer, bridging the gap and pressing his lips fervently against Draco's.
Sweet like rose water.
Harry felt himself sigh into the kiss. Draco didn't make a sound but allowed his mouth to open a little, letting Harry's tongue in without question.
It wasn't the deafening catcalling and hooting that caused them to break the kiss, it was Draco biting back Harry's lower lip and swaying his crotch dangerously close to the tipsy Gryffindor's.
Never, in all seven years at Hogwart's had a haughtier desire seated itself in Harry's pants.
He found himself pressing back, swinging his arms around Draco as the song swirled into climax. Draco's hands cradled him even as they guided his hips in time.
“Can we go someplace?” later on Harry would recall Draco saying this when in fact it was himself.
Draco smirked and returned his hands to Harry's back, “I'm going to make this so easy for you, Potter.”
He began to strut Harry off to the edge of the dance floor, deftly ignoring how interested the surrounding party goers were in their movements.
He pressed his crotch against Harry's once more and shoved him into a chair, landing in a straddle of his lap.
“Harry!”
He wasn't even paying attention anymore.
“Malfoy...”
Draco's hands were slipping their way down Harry's pants. The lights switched to green and gold. “What?”
His mouth gaped for Harry's.
“You're so hot...”
Malfoy stifled a giggle and sighed as he discovered Harry's throbbing erection. “Nice of you to notice, finally.”
He pushed himself into Harry's lips, biting all the pink flesh he could get hold of, and giving off breathless whimpers whenever successful. “Touch me...” he gasped.
Harry's hands had never been so willing. All this time he thought himself frigid, but now the hormones came flooding in, his hands found Draco's trousers and the zipper came down like water.
A moan emanated from those pinks lips that was apparently interesting enough to merit looks from the dance floor. Ginny.
Harry didn't care. He liked that sound.
“Do you like it like this?” he whispered. “Here?” Draco answered with another kiss. Did he kiss Pansy like this? “Cause you can't stop once...”
Another brush of the lips, another withering groan.
“I won't.”
The hands down his pants ceased any holding back.
Draco.
A melange of memories came flying at Harry suddenly, Draco had always been beautiful to him, he had just never...
Oh. God.
An explosive rush of pleasure erupted into Draco's hands and his kisses increased in pressure, length. Harry pulled a little harder on the eager cock in his hand and soon enough, had the blonde panting against his ear, warmth spreading over his fingers.
“Don't think you're getting away with this Potter...”
Harry didn't move an inch.
“...you're in my bed, tonight.”
Harry's hand finally came up and attempted to brush some black strands out of the way. Draco stopped him and held the hand in his, “Then I can tell you exactly how I like it.” and he slid Harry's fingers into his mouth with a vicious grin.
slavetothislove as per her request of a songfic written for Justin Timberlake's FutureSex/LoveSounds. Believe me when I say, I NEVER thought I would write a fic for this song. But for some creepy reason this record has grown on me like said pairing. The song is awesome, and sexy and heavy on the beat. ^_^ *drool* I didn't use many of the lyrics, but both Harry and Draco have some lines that are song-esque. Without further ado..
Title: FutureSex
Author:
sweetest_ink
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,791
Warnings: Dancing, boy!love, public!wanking, no beta.
Disclaimer: All these characters are property of JKR, bless her. ^_^
A/N: By now you all know how apprehensive I am about my writing, especially movement. I should just...shhh...
The Room of Requirement had never looked like this before. Harry's eyes burned at the lights, despite the fact that the candles burned low and in reds and purples. A disco ball turned on a dime in the middle of the dance floor, hanging from nothing but air. All around the edge of the room tables were clustered and crowed with people, the butterbeer was flowing already and the candlelight pulsed along in time to the music.
“Harry!” someone screamed loudly, and he could barely hear it over the music. He was dumbfounded when he finally realized it was Hermione, shouting for him from the dance floor, curled unapologetically around Ron.
“Harry!” she screamed again and he took a deep breath as he pushed into the squirming mass of dancers.
“Why aren't you dancing?” someone else asked him and he was horrifically surprised again once he noticed it was Ron and not Hermione.
The fact of the matter was Harry Potter did not dance. Well, he did when he was forced, but an inter-house graduation party had hardly put him in the mood. Ginny was off with Dean in some corner and he didn't even want to think about who he would be dancing with if it wasn't her.
“I..eh..” was all that came out.
Ron scoffed and twirled Hermione around himself to her great enjoyment. He leaned over towards Harry as she clung to his shoulders, “It's seriously easy mate, just swing them around when they're not paying attention or some such and you'll be fine.”
Ron winked.
Harry's knees went to jelly.
The crowd did a decent job of shifting him to the side once it became clear he wasn't going to dance. Hermione screeched as Ron dipped her again and pulled her writhing body closer. Harry briefly considered asking Cho, but that thought evaporated just as quickly as it appeared.
He settled into a chair around one of the tables, grabbing someone's butterbeer and taking a big slurp. This one time, when everything was ok, no Voldemort, no death, school over, grades acceptable...this one time, and the Boy Who Lived couldn't perform.
“Alright, relax everyone!!” a rather annoying voice shouted from the door, “The Slytherins are here, the party can begin!”
Malfoy.
Harry's face twisted into a sour frown, the dance would certainly suck if Draco was here. He gulped down some more butterbeer.
The crowd seemed strangely encouraged at the entrance of Malfoy and his cronies. Goyle and Crabbe filtered off to the sides of the room while Pansy, Blaise, and Draco quickly made their way to the center of the dance floor.
The lights, as if in answer, dimmed and pulsed, glowing redder and shifting from purple to blue. Draco excitedly took hold of Pansy's waist and began to twist around with her. Harry didn't even realize he'd been watching. He turned away abruptly and took another swig off his bottle.
“Harry!” Hermione screeched again, but he pretended not to hear her.
Unfortunately, the next words to be audible on the dance floor weren't from his friends but Pansy. “Draco!” she screamed with glee as he bent her over towards the waxy floorboards. A supreme smirk spread across his lips and he whipped her up quickly, squeezing her body close and moving his hips next to hers in time to the beat.
Was the bottle empty this entire time?
He tossed it aside and sighed as he rested his head on his hand. Everyone was having fun but him. More butterbeer?
The music stopped abruptly and the lights flickered in the mirror ball.
“Harry!”
He ignored her again.
“Harry! You have to-”
She was drowned out by the cheers that erupted at the riff that signaled the beginning of an obviously popular song. He didn't know it, but that didn't seemed to matter anyways.
He sighed again, and thought about putting his head down on the table and just drifting off to sleep. As if that were possible.
“Harry!” she screamed once more and his head flew up, he was about ready to scream right back.
But her yelling had begun to be noticed by others. Cho, who was out on the floor with some Hufflepuff, was now looking at him, and as he scanned the floor he realized she wasn't the only one.
Pansy was busy bumping her posterior up against Draco who was all to happy to return the sentiments from behind, but after one glance, Harry knew he was watching as well.
A little smirk began to form on his lips, and Harry got the jittery feeling that it was meant for him.
The notes began to sink into him and he felt his feet go along with them. Draco swung Pansy around to face him and his hands led her into a shiver, but his eyes weren't leaving Harry.
He gulped.
And Malfoy saw.
After that, Draco wasted not a moment. Pansy was shoved away like an inferior broom and the crowds parted for the Slytherin as he approached Harry sitting on the wall.
The lights pulsed and Harry blinked in surprise. Were all those people watching? Or had the dance stopped?
Suddenly, those silver eyes were locked on his. Blonde hair falling in capricious waves across his face, threatening to be seductive, “Alright Potter, come on.”
He grabbed Harry by the hand and was already halfway across the floor before Harry even realized. Once he did however, he found himself fighting to be let go, squirming in Draco's foreign grasp.
But there was a hand at his back, urging him forward and he decided it must be the butterbeer that made him think it was Ron.
The music swelled and Draco pulled him in, a wash of scent flowing over him. Harry practically melted into his arms.
He could tell vaguely that he was being led, led just like Pansy, into a sway of his hips and a breathless swing of his shoulders. Draco was smiling.
Harry had never known that smile.
Draco's hands smoothed their way up Harry's sides and pulled him closer, closer to that shaking body, weaving up and down. The tune began carrying Harry along with it and he ventured wrapping his arms around Draco's neck.
The movements of the crowd surged as if the final piece had fallen into place. This time, when Hermione yelled his name it wasn't in protest, but congratulation.
The skin of Draco's neck was softer than any he'd ever touched. He ran his fingers along the line of light hair and let himself be dipped by Draco towards the floor and brought back closer to his face.
Softened in the light of their dance hall, and by his mild inebriation, Malfoy looked almost ready. Ready in the way Ginny had looked when he kissed her after that Quidditch game, and even after when they...
But it was better.
His lips glistened in the light and his eyes glowed blue like Harry had never looked at them before. There was a hand in the small of his back and he slithered forward, pressing himself against his most hated school mate.
“Potter, if I kissed you right now, would you run away?”
It was a whisper, and in between notes Harry wasn't sure he'd heard it.
Draco wanted to kiss him. He scooted closer, his feet bouncing along the floor as they went. Harry wanted to kiss Draco.
He allowed himself a smile, the first since coming back to school.
Draco's face came towards his in that curiously awkward way that faces do when they're going to kiss you. Harry's smile widened and he didn't wait any longer, bridging the gap and pressing his lips fervently against Draco's.
Sweet like rose water.
Harry felt himself sigh into the kiss. Draco didn't make a sound but allowed his mouth to open a little, letting Harry's tongue in without question.
It wasn't the deafening catcalling and hooting that caused them to break the kiss, it was Draco biting back Harry's lower lip and swaying his crotch dangerously close to the tipsy Gryffindor's.
Never, in all seven years at Hogwart's had a haughtier desire seated itself in Harry's pants.
He found himself pressing back, swinging his arms around Draco as the song swirled into climax. Draco's hands cradled him even as they guided his hips in time.
“Can we go someplace?” later on Harry would recall Draco saying this when in fact it was himself.
Draco smirked and returned his hands to Harry's back, “I'm going to make this so easy for you, Potter.”
He began to strut Harry off to the edge of the dance floor, deftly ignoring how interested the surrounding party goers were in their movements.
He pressed his crotch against Harry's once more and shoved him into a chair, landing in a straddle of his lap.
“Harry!”
He wasn't even paying attention anymore.
“Malfoy...”
Draco's hands were slipping their way down Harry's pants. The lights switched to green and gold. “What?”
His mouth gaped for Harry's.
“You're so hot...”
Malfoy stifled a giggle and sighed as he discovered Harry's throbbing erection. “Nice of you to notice, finally.”
He pushed himself into Harry's lips, biting all the pink flesh he could get hold of, and giving off breathless whimpers whenever successful. “Touch me...” he gasped.
Harry's hands had never been so willing. All this time he thought himself frigid, but now the hormones came flooding in, his hands found Draco's trousers and the zipper came down like water.
A moan emanated from those pinks lips that was apparently interesting enough to merit looks from the dance floor. Ginny.
Harry didn't care. He liked that sound.
“Do you like it like this?” he whispered. “Here?” Draco answered with another kiss. Did he kiss Pansy like this? “Cause you can't stop once...”
Another brush of the lips, another withering groan.
“I won't.”
The hands down his pants ceased any holding back.
Draco.
A melange of memories came flying at Harry suddenly, Draco had always been beautiful to him, he had just never...
Oh. God.
An explosive rush of pleasure erupted into Draco's hands and his kisses increased in pressure, length. Harry pulled a little harder on the eager cock in his hand and soon enough, had the blonde panting against his ear, warmth spreading over his fingers.
“Don't think you're getting away with this Potter...”
Harry didn't move an inch.
“...you're in my bed, tonight.”
Harry's hand finally came up and attempted to brush some black strands out of the way. Draco stopped him and held the hand in his, “Then I can tell you exactly how I like it.” and he slid Harry's fingers into his mouth with a vicious grin.