LONGFIC - Let's pretend that all is well ... * Chapter-II-First Day, Night ... +18
Title: Let's pretend ... Hopefully
Author: cicella
Pairing: Draco / Harry
Rating: +18
Disclaimer: The characters are inspired by the saga of "Harry Potter" by JK Rowling, who owns the rights.
Both the characters that the events recounted in these stories are fictional, and therefore does not really exist.
's Tale is distributed in a totally free and non-profit.
Warnings: And 'a must for an explanation of my set speech. I write the sentences in italics are those that think pg, as is usually written speech, those in quotes in italics are quotes, ie phrases spoken by others, that reminds pg.
both the text and the dialogue of memories are in italics.
The specific first, in order to allow a clear understanding of the history ^_^'.
WARNING: Slash As part of the class, I feel that the contents of this history are not suitable for sensitive audiences or otherwise contrary to the subject. If you are not informed about these kinds of stories click here!
Genre: Comedy (if I can), Romantic (depending on your point of view)
Summary: a terrible tragedy disrupts the lives of our beneamini, involving their friends. New firms await Harry, and maybe try dark in every way to dispose of it. Remember Harry: Resist! Resist! Resist!
Author Notes: I do not know why I wrote such a thing, really should not even be the case, should not be so long and I should not find yourself writing a funny thing (at least for my beta that is lavished laughter and comment throughout the various betatura XDD), but here it is, as you see it.
I do not have specific goals for this fic, but I hope that is still enjoyable and keep going ^ _ ^.
Harry finds himself at last to the Gryffindor tower with his companions, with the chance to rest for a few hours before dinner.
So, at the foot of her bed, pulls the mantle and is based on its trunk, loosens his tie in order to breathe more freely and leave your shoes a short distance to climb on the bed and can finally let go dead weight, sinking in the face pillow, letting the mind go back to what happened just before in the closet.
Inside the dark closet, hidden from the gaze of their friends, Harry finally reaffirms his reasons to the young Slytherin, so they are clear and avoid possible problems.
"Malfoy, if this is a joke, it's in bad taste, if is a trap, it is stupid because it does not fall for ever, if it's really the fault of the botched potion, keep away from me until it is ready for the antidote.. "
"And if it were true? I mean, if I were really in love with you and the potion he had given me the courage to confess? ".
What nonsense: how Malfoy had been able to get so low just to taunt him one more time? Possible that the desire to humiliate him had led up to that point: to ridicule himself but to vilify him. How could never resist acting in such a hoax? How could he look so sincere and natural as to be credible even in the eyes of his friends? Perhaps the cause of such behavior lies in the very dangerous fumes of a faulty Potion: Is it really unlikely that the cause be attributed to some variant of Veritaseum for the feelings run by mistake, if there really. Or it may simply be one of the many love potions, such as those that the Twins are selling in their store.
"... if you were really in love with you?" .
Of all the possible options and this was certainly the best science fiction to be taken seriously: agree that Malfoy knows how to be a great dramatic actor often credible but hatred, malice and contempt so well rehearsed non possono che essere reali o, quanto meno, avere almeno un minimo di fondamento.
Gli porta le braccia al collo cercando di avvicinarlo di più a sé, ma Harry intercetta i suoi gesti e, afferrandolo per i polsi, lo spintona verso la parete.
«Adesso basta, Malfoy! Non puoi credere di continuare così ancora per molto: cosa diavolo credi di dimostrare?» urla a pochi centimetri dal suo volto.
Draco, per niente spaventato, abbozza un leggero ghigno e, inclinando la testa, riesce a sfiorare con la guancia la mano in cui Harry tiene un suo polso contro il muro.
«Ti confesso che ho sempre amato i nostri litigi: ogni giorno li aspettavo con ansia. Solo così potevo avere un contatto con il your body. Every time I banged on the wall or on the ground I thought "hell, yes, yes, Tear their clothes and fuck me ..." "squinting and moving the pelvis forward to meet that of Harry, to see if his words were beginning to produce some effect . The tight grip holding the boy, however, does not allow large amplitude of movement, found themselves swaying to and fro with the frustration of those who fail in their intent .
How could he say such things with such ease? The snakes do not have the slightest shame? Does not exist in their vocabulary, the word "exaggerate"? And most importantly, it was his worst enemy was shocked by such revelations?
If Ginny had declared in this way, most likely if it would be fucked in that same time.
"I know the limit, or push you over on purpose?" He asked wearily, melting away and taking a few steps. At the same time the following Malfoy forward and then collapsed to the ground, kneeling before him.
"Let me show you what you want, what I always wanted to see near you. I will do everything I can ... whatever you want 'whispers on her belly, before rubbing on her cheek and nose, breathing deeply.
Harry follows the whole scene as if they care for someone else because they were, of course, Malfoy would never have approached and knelt before him, pleading that way .
Before his closed eyes, relives the same scene a thousand times, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes stopping at a precise moment. And then the imagination takes the place of reality: Harry moves his hand towards his groin while Malfoy does the same to his alter-ego, in the view. Slowly open the zipper of his pants and sees clearly, as if it were real, Malfoy bring your face to open and breathe deeply between his pubic hair. His breathing became labored and he can not keep moaning that he did not believe either to be able to deliver. Malfoy under him sly grins, before sinking the face in the opening of his pants.
would have happened if he had not really reacted? He could really wrap your mouth so damn good at his bird?
"That way at least it is finally shut up" think smugly.
really a great way to silence him, because he did not think to really do it?
The image of Malfoy becomes increasingly blurred as it accelerates the pace, disappearing altogether when he finally finds peace in an orgasm more than satisfactory, for his first fantasized saw a young man. And this is the real problem; biggest disaster that has hit Malfoy, larger than that happened in the closet, larger than that expected in the next three days: he was looking into the feasibility of a possible relationship with Malfoy. Also think that maybe it could have been one sex does not help to alleviate the situation: after all, is always Malfoy, not any of his friends or chance meeting in a few pubs. And, now, how he came to think of a possible relationship with any man? As can be passed from doubt to probable bisexual straight in a couple of hours? And just because Malfoy has rubbed a bit 'princely his nose on his groin?
'Curse' rages through clenched teeth: If you look back, he was again hard. It is imperative
find a way to understand exactly what is happening to himself, before taking any decision on his possible future behavior.
when it senses the boy's breath caress your skin under pants, you realize how close they are too: Malfoy grabs her by the shoulders and pushes him away from you.
"Is it possible that you're so shit? But who the fuck you think you have to do? I think one of your elves afraid he can not refuse your every desire? "
" Will you stop saying bad things, so why should I pretend like that? "
" What the hell do I know, your absurd and twisted mind what the hell is plotting. Any it is, you're not gonna screw me or confuse me: I just hope these three days pass quickly, "he yells back against, this time causing the tears streaming down the cheeks of the young Slytherin.
Frustrated by this situation and decided to not want to influence or relent from that attitude, you leave behind the boy and leaves the room still sobbing .
With a heavy sigh as you get out of bed and rearranges the pants cleaned up giving himself a brief, barely time to avoid being seen by Ron tells him to come down for dinner.
There is the usual chatter in the corridors leading to the Great Hall, for children of all ages with empty bellies, but always in a position to chat.
"He said that my behavior bothered him, but I clearly saw his cock become hard and stretch the fabric of his trousers, and felt it vibrate when I slid over the tongue" describes a low voice with emphasis Draco to his two friends while you start to their table.
"Oh, it must have been wonderful: I would pay to watch," said Pansy dreamily. "Blaise, are you okay?" Asks his friend, noting the color indecipherable in the face of the boy.
"Yes, yes. I do not know if you throw up or get excited, but I'm pretty good. Everything was easier when our only topic of conversation were the jokes to combine against Gryffindor. "
"Ah, what I would have given for potergli loose pants and take ...."
"Ok, ok, enough is enough 'interrupts exasperated Blaise. "We're going to have dinner and I do not find myself to vomit the soul. And please, try not to blatantly demonstrate your overwhelming desire to drool and get caught behind.. "
"I'll try not to give too much attention, but if you do not want to attend to my mistake and look at him and saw you imagine me banging on the table in front of everyone, you should not sit next to me."
"Oh, but I want to see: I can sit next to you? Please, "begs full of admiration for Pansy, already anticipating the scene in his mind.
"Sure, honey. But do not try as you usually get in the middle and offer to help me out ... ... now I just want those of Harry on my body. "
"Oh, all right ... just watch" agree, if a little 'bitter.
"Pansy ... but all this absurd situation bothers you the least? How do you talk as if it were still the usual Draco? ".
"I'll tell you the truth, Blaise was already cool before, but now it's absolutely great fun! If you make even half of what he says, will stand as a mussel attached to a rock, if only to witness the scene » proclaims full of euphoria. "Um ... maybe say" I'll be attacked as the Weasley in the Potter "makes a better idea" Pansy grins, turning to Draco to involve in the discussion, but the boy is no longer next to her is still a few steps back, perfectly motionless staring before him. Following the path of his vision, Pansy get to see what the guy is staring at the trio of nerds and aggregates of Gryffindor is, as usual, doing most of the other casino, at the entrance of the Exhibition. But it was certainly not their noise to annoy the Slytherin, or the sight of her lover in a daze as the fact that love is constantly being scrambled from the arms of the little Weasley.
When she leans gently on the lips of those Harry, Draco gets up around an unusual wind that sways slightly the edges of the mantle, while her face is transformed into a grimace of pure anger. Blaise and Pansy intuit what the soul at that time thought that the spirit of Draco, while the boy is approaching long strides to the boys who are constantly staring at. Yet it is so light and quiet, Harry realizes that he alone when he hears two arms encircle her from behind and closer to his chest while laying his chin on his shoulder, and looks at Ginny with a completely emotionless expression.
"Now you no longer have the exclusive, two-bit dingy waitress. Despite all the qualities and features you think you have to bind him to you, certainly when you discover the best I can offer, and my love much larger and stronger than yours, you will realize that having a pet as you do between the sheets is not very hygienic and healthy. "
'Com-So-... ... Malfoy? "Ginny stammered bewildered, wandering eyes on the crowd massed around them.
The boys in the corridor are completely shocked, Blaise tries to get some good ideas come to mind before all realize the folly of Draco. He goes to Ron, harpoons with a strong arm and dragging a corner.
"What the hell you jumped on his head? Have you forgotten all that has happened in the classroom before? You have to keep Potter and your sister as much as possible away from Draco here or risk of losing all the skin.. "
"Harry has already said a thousand times that it is engaged to my sister, Malfoy quell'ottuso not understand it. You who must keep Draco away from him, "agreed Ron replies, managing to break free from the grip of Slytherin.
"Hey, guys, how come there's a traffic jam at the entrance of the Hall?" Asked Seamus occurred late, absent the incident.
The two boys look at him for a moment, then the path of the enlightened materializes in front of them and suggests how to deal with the situation in the right way. For talking in a while, while Seamus seize the arms and drag him into the nearest classroom, closing in. Blaise is back again near Pansy, and Ron joins his sister.
"It's amazing, Ginny? It is exactly the same.. "
"What?" Ginny asks puzzled, even Harry and Hermione can not understand what his friend is going to do.
"Seamus. You finally managed to successfully run the Polyjuice potion, and just wanted to try with Malfoy, apparently. "
"You have deceived me! Where did you hide Draco, Finnigan? "Asked Blaise actually addressing the real Draco, who is hoping to play and help them get out of that situation. The body of Malfoy
hot against his back, his hands held tightly to his breast, his face so close to feel his breath tickle the ear, are the only things that Harry's brain fails to develop at that time , not even knowing that he must make himself something to dissolve the situation before something irreparable happens, it urges people to react.
"I love you for so long I've forgotten what it is not love. I will do everything in my power to prove it "whispers Malfoy in a faint voice, so I can feel it only he, before splitting from his embrace and start inside the room, throwing a last glance and then disappear behind the door.
Harry remains motionless, bewildered, until lightly stroking Ginny's arm, leading to the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that were increasingly overpower him. It starts quietly at the table, doing everything to not ever raise his eyes, and meet those eyes always focused on himself.
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