WARNING:The following is a LEMON scene between Harry and Draco, thus justifying the NC-17 rating the story’s been given.  It is not necessary to read this chapter to understand the coming chapters, so if two hot guys making love makes you squeemish, hit the back button on your browser.  If you continue, you are either of legal age to read such materials, mature enough for your age if not legal and not homophobic (which is obvious because you’re reading this fic, which is clearly labeled SLASH) or you are disregarding the warning.  If you decide to flame me for it, then be prepared to be laughed at, and have my muses unlock their chest of WhoopAss Bludgers ™[1].  And don’t think they won’t.

 

Chapter 11- Private Moments

 

          “Fine!”

 

          Draco pounced, pinning harry to the bed as he devoured his lips.  A moan escaped as his mate bucked under him and he felt harry slip his tongue past his lips.  He retaliated the same way, fingers fumbling to pull the thick robe he wore off.  Without a word, harry waved his wand and they were left in just their muggle clothes.  Draco ground his erection into his lovers hip, enticing a hiss of pleasure from the dark haired beauty beneath him.

 

          Nimble fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, trailing like fire along already heated skin where lips made their way down the pale jaw and neck line of the one-time Slytherin.  Draco arched back, flinging his shirt onto a near by stalagtite (or was it a stalagmite, he couldn’t be sure) as he yanked at Harry’s Old Navy sweater.  With a low growl he pulled it over his mates head, tossing it aside to join his own shirt.  He kissed, nipped and licked his way down to tan pebbled nipples, and smirked at the reaction.

 

          “Oh God!  Draco!  Ah-Yes!”

 

          The feeling of his blonde lovers lips and hands on him was driving Harry insane as he desperately tried to get Draco’s pants undone.  His lovers hand steadied his, and as they both kicked off their pants, Draco’s kisses traveled further down.

 

          “Draco, I need- ohh!- you to –FUCK yeah!- Oh please Draco.”

“Patience Love, I –Oh God’s Harry!”

 

          Harry pulled at his lover’s cock, the little sounds that escaped Draco’s throat the only encouragement he needed.  He pulled his mate down, and took both their erections in his hands, arching against his love as their lips met in a searing kiss.

 

          <Draco, PLEASE!>

<You don’t have to –oh yea!- beg.  I’ll –FUCK!>

 

          Draco pulled back as Harry’s assault changed.  he’d flipped them over, and was now sucking his blood filled member.  There were no words or coherent thoughts to describe that feeling.

 

          “Harry!”

 

          It surprised him how much of him his lover could take.  His tongue danced around his head, throat muscles caressing him in a way he’d never thought possible.  He burried his fingers in Harry’s hair as he thrust into that sweet warmth.

 

          “So close Harry –Gods!- Make me-yes!Yes!- come!  Oh Harry!  Yes!  Yes!  Arrgghh!!”

 

          He released with a flash of bright light passing over his link with Harry, and as he tasted himself on his lovers lips, he couldn’t help but sigh.

 

          “Too… good for.. words… Harry…” he breathed.

“It only gets better Love.”

“Oh God yes.”

 

          Despite the uncomfortable feeling of the intrusion, he pressed back against Harry’s slicked fingers.  Where the lubricant came from, he didn’t want to know.

 

          “Relax love.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

“This is far from- God!”

 

          Harry added a second and third finger, hitting Draco’s prostate as he did and gasped as his mate arched and pressed further.

 

          “Harry!  Please!” the blonde Wizard cried as Harry removed his fingers.

“Draco… I –fuck- love-ahh- you!”

 

          He pushed in slowly, allowing his lover tie to adjust to the feeling, and it wasn’t long before Draco rocked back against him.  He complied, meeting each thrust with one of his own, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging into the root.

 

          Their pleasured pants and cries filled the room as they grew closer and closer to their climax.  Draco was fully aroused again, his cock dripping as it was slapped between their sotomachs.  With a strangled cry he bucked into the hand that reached down and stroked him in time with their love making.  He gripped his mate’s shoulders, chrome colored nails digging into honey colored skin.

 

          “So close Draco!  So Close!  Oh Yeah!”

“Harder Harry, harder!  Please- oh God, YES!”

“Yes!  Oh Yes!”

“More Love-oh fuck-more!  I’m gonna- I’m-“

“Oh shit!  Feel it Draco!  Oh yeah!  Come on Baby, come on!”

“Oooohh, HARRY!  HA~~~R~R~Y!”

“DRA~CO~~!! Arg~~hh!”

 

          Glittering red and green light filled the room as they came, Harry burried deep inside Draco as he collapsed.  Breathless and spetn they looked at one another, pure unfiltered love and adoration in their eyes.

 

          “Wow…” gasped Draco, muttering a quick spell to clean them up.

“That was –fuck- yea.”

“Don’t curse, you ruin a perfectly good post-orgasmic haze that way.”

“Talking ruin’s it Luv.”

 

          Harry kissed his mate lightly, drawing the blankets up around them, and blinked at the door.  With a smirk he sent a swirl of green to the outside door knob, a Sign appeared in it’s wake.

 

          “You so much as rais a fist to knock and you’ll be interupting a ‘private moment,’ so just bugger off!  We’ll see you at breakfast.”

 

~TBC~

 

AN:  Okay, so there it is.  The rating is now justified.  As I said in the previous chapter and at the top of this one, this plays no real part in the story, except for possibly a mention of the sign on the door.  Hope you enjoyed, and yes, there will be another lemon some where.  I’m not sure who, but it’ll be there.  Next chapter should be out soon, next week or two maybe.  Depends on my professors inability to plan our classes and what not in advance.  Reviews are food, so feed me!

 

Footnotes:

[1] WhoopAss Bludgers ™ will be explained in the next chapter, and were kinda mentioned (without a name) in the chapter before this (“Sorting Houses”).  Keep a Beater stick handy, because these suckas pack quite a wallop!