Oops! Great...Uh oh!

Oops! Great...Uh oh!

by Nethea

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Oops! There goes my shirt. Over my head.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Those nimble, yet so tender, fingers...were NOT supposed to be touching me like this.

Oh, my! His lips, his tongue...they feel so good.

Of course, they do. He IS good. He is good personified. I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite. I was raised to be the opposite. I was not raised to be kissing Harry

Potter like I'm in love with him. Quite the contrary.

Great...I seem to have lost control of my own hands. There goes his shirt. Over his head.

Wow. He is so irresistable. Surely just a few touches won't hurt.

But that's the problem. It doesn't hurt. If Father knew...I would definitely be hurting. But Father isn't here, is he? No...he seemed quite certain that I was ready for this task. Only instead of trapping and torturing Potter, I have somehow managed to get MYSELF trapped and tortured.

Sweet torture. Needing...wanting. Merlin, he tastes good, too. His nipples feel like they belong in my mouth. The sounds of pleasure coming from him seduce me further.

That also was not supposed to happen. Seduction. Which one of us actually started the seducing is a puzzle. Who am I kidding? I never had control of this situation.

Uh oh. My trousers...are open...and sliding down. Dear gods! My traitorous hands are copying every move his make. Why is he so hard to resist? Speaking of HARD...

I'm lost. I am so terribly lost. How am I going to be able to carry out Father's orders now? After all this?

Oops! There goes my underpants. And his. And I never in my wildest dreams...well, maybe in my wildest dreams...would I have imagined me nude with Potter. Not to mention the fact that I am enjoying every minute of it. Every delectable touch. Every passionate kiss. Every beautiful inch of his body...

"You think too much, Draco. Just feel." He whispers against my aching erection. True. I have been thinking too much. Thinking too much about how wonderful this feels. Thinking too much about failing my Father.

*gasp* Okay. Not thinking anymore! I'm feeling...It feels...hot and wet and...*moan*

Sorry, Father, but I believe the best man won. I'm moving now. I am in control now. I move us to the floor. I position him beneath me. He is so...beautiful. I kiss him again. I can't get enough of his kisses. They empower me more than any Dark Arts spell ever has. I can feel the electricity, the magnetism coursing between us. We're creating our own magic. Powerful magic. Sensual magic.

I prepare him to be taken. For I will take him. He is mine, now. Not Dumbledore's or Voldemort's. Mine. Our combined moans and gasps are music to my ears. The pleasure I give him is evident on his face and between his legs. What power I must have over him! Obviously about as much as he has over me, I realize.

A couple of barely chorently mumbled spells...a few more soft caresses and kisses...and we are ready. Ready to become one. I enter him.

*groan* I can hardly contain myself. If I wasn't lost before, I certainly am now. He urges me to continue. Every fiber of his being is pleading me to move. I do not waste any more time. I have missed out on this for too long as it is. The heat, the tightness, the friction are all working to drive me mad. Mad about Potter...mad about Harry.

I lean down to feel more of him against me. Eager kisses fall on my neck, my cheek, my lips. I am drowning in him. He moves with me, against me. He touches me in all the right places, including the untouched secret places inside. I suddenly see why my Father's orders were so hard for me to follow. I am not meant to follow them. I am meant to follow Harry's orders. His orders of "deeper", "harder", and "faster".

So I obey. Thrusting faster now, as deep as I can.

I raise up slightly, reach between us, and wrap my hand around his cock. I am intent on letting him feel the pleasure I am feeling. I want him to know what he has given me. That he has...saved me.

He grins up at me and clenches his muscles around me. Oh fuck! I'm pounding him now. And if I am not mistaken, he likes it as much as I do.

Faster...Harder...Deeper...Faster...

He arches into me and into my hand. I feel his seed splatter between us as he calls out my name. MY name. Draco. That alone has me finding my own release. Sweet release.

Great...I've suddenly forgotten what planet I am on.

We lay next to each other. We hold each other. Then he smiles at me. I find myself smiling back. A real smile for Harry Potter.

"Does this mean you won't be handing me over to Voldemort?"

Okay, definitely not smiling now. "You knew? You used me? You did all this to save yourself, didn't you?"

What a Slytherin thing to do. How dare he use one of my own tricks against me!

"Actually, I did it to save you, Draco. You don't belong with them. I don't want to lose you to them...to HIM. I need you. I would be lost without you around to pick on me, to harass me, to..." He hesitates and looks away. I think he's embarassed.

Uh oh...he's serious. That look in his eyes. What is it? I watch this amazing display, as he takes a deep breath and continues.

"Okay, so maybe I did it for me, too. I mean, to keep you with me. For whatever reason, whatever should happen between us. It doesn't matter. Just as long as you're here. Not with them." He softly rubs his hand across my left inner arm, where the Dark Mark is to be applied only weeks from now.

That look in his eyes. It's need. Need for me. He needs me?

He cups my face in his hands. He looks at me intensely. He kisses me, again. Softly, lovingly, possessively. He has saved me. Saved me from a life of hate and loneliness. Saved me from a life without love, without belonging, without...Harry. I am his now. So I kiss back, giving him all that I am.

He pulls back and begs me. "Stay with me. Please?" His need for me shows itself again in the endless green of his eyes. My own need overwhelms me. I bid my dark future farewell as I nod and kiss him again.

Oops! There goes my heart.

~*~*~*~*~The End~*~*~*~*~