LONGFIC Kiss - Let's pretend that all is well ... * Chapter-V-Day, evening ... +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. The sentences I write in italics are those that think pg, as is usually written speech, those in italics are quotes in quotes, ie phrases spoken by others, that reminds pg.
Both the text and dialogue in italics are memories.
The specific first, in order to allow a clear understanding of the history ^_^'.
WARNING: As part of the category Slash, feel that the contents of this history are not suitable for sensitive audiences or otherwise contrary argument . 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 A terrible tragedy disrupts the lives of our beneamini, also 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 hope that the product is valuable and you want to continue to follow ^ _ ^.
Hermione does not have the slightest idea of where the Office of the Dean, or how do I get it. Obviously can not but feel proud of this: do not know where that means there was never a reason to go in, unlike Harry, who now knows that side of the Castle, probably the best of Gryffindor Tower.
Harry on the other hand still does not realize how Hermione had convinced him to go to Dumbledore to ask him a solution to his "problem." The fact is that she now finds herself with the girl along the corridors leading to the office of the Dean.
In fact, the old magician, has been shown in several opportunity to know very well what's happening in the Castle that is around it. Surely Snape will have already informed about everything that happened the day before between him and Malfoy, the Potions classroom: It is likely, therefore, that already have a general idea of the situation and thus also suggest different solutions.
Heartened by this thought, he finds himself in front of the entrance to the office of Gargoyle, much more relieved.
The half-open door of the study is a tacit permission for Harry to come, pointing to only a faint "Hello?".
Empty rooms do not speak and, apart from the pictures on the wall who think their business, nobody in the room.
"Uhhh ... balls of licorice. Bite? "Asked Hermione approached the table on which rested the dish that contains them.
"No, those who jump: using a firm may be able to put some in your mouth."
"Uhm ... rather, where will be the Dean? With the door open, can not be far away, "Hermione asks, looking around.
"Perhaps, pressing needs, who knows ..." wink allusive, with a slight grin.
Harry's attention is drawn to one of the many paintings that abound in that office, with the sight of a calm landscape with green and sunny hills, quiet and shady paths to a refreshing river, from the very familiar setting. Perhaps he had already noticed the myriad of times he found himself in that room, maybe it's just the special inlay uncommon to attract his attention.
"It was as if before some other thing," Hermione intervenes to interrupt his reflections.
"What?".
"The setting: it has an unusual shape. Maybe it was the door of an old cabinet or the frame of a mirror is broken and then replaced with a painting.. "
"Maybe."
Harry still reflects a moment on the words of his friend, then its color is illuminate as the morning and my eyes are wide open in awe.
"What!".
"What's wrong?".
"Merlin's gone crazy, but this is the Mirror of Erised."
"Really?!? You mean, "the" Mirror of Erised? What you showed your parents the first year? ".
"Yes, but yes. Let's move the canvas. "
Evoking the spell of levitation, the picture is released from the frame: below the surface of the painting appears in a mirror which reflects the two boys.
"See? It is him. "
"He looks like an ordinary mirror."
"What did you expect? What appeared a humanoid face and respond to your every question? That's another story, "Harry grins slyly, skepticism workplaces. Hermione replied with a sharp expression, replicate, and refraining from leaving his friend this time the satisfaction to know more about her.
observing the mirror, Harry back to mind all the events that have covered her first years in school.
"And this would be the" safe place "where Dumbledore has hidden? Behind a painting in his office? Congratulations on your originality "argues Harry sarcastically.
Ideas so bright they almost scary, huh? "Answered Hermione with a wry smile.
The two initially remain for a few moments staring at the surface that reflects them, then turns Hermione, and put her hands to the eyes not to go beyond what is likely to fix the mirror is showing.
"What did you see?".
"N-nothing ...."
"Come on tell me ..." he begs Harry, shaking it gently to her shoulders.
"No, enough!" She reiterates, freed from the socket. "When we speak of" Hermione Granger and her amazing adventures to save his ass to his friends, because she alone would not ever in trouble, "then tell you what I see in the mirror.."
"Sure. Thank you for not wanting to divert for a while 'attention from me.. "
"Exactly. We are here for you, so do not try to use me as a diversion ... then, let's see: it shows what we want, it means that he knows exactly what we need, at the expense of what we ourselves are willing to admit. "
"Do you think we could use it to know what my real interests?".
"As one of the spheres of divination? Thinking about the question and wait for it to appear the answer? ".
"At least with this we are sure that the answer is absolutely untrue."
"We can try ... then, try to find out who you like better between Malfoy and Ginny."
Harry is positioned directly in front of the mirror and it remains only for a very long time staring at her reflection. Hermione has the impression that the boy did not see anything beyond himself, then his eyes begin to move imperceptibly, and even his posture stiffens. The eye began to move frantically, as though Harry could not decide where to look, being then look down and stopping at that location. When Harry's face, his lips curl into a wry grin and a sigh, his breath becomes strangely, given the circumstances, Hermione calls him back sharply to reality.
"So! What do you see? "Calls with a ringing tone, which is slightly startled the boy.
Harry slowly turns to her friend with that grin again to frame the face. "Malfoy is making me a blowjob. And judging from the face of my reflection, is extraordinarily good.. "
Hermione remains forbidden for a while, for the time necessary for the brain to metabolize what the friend has just said, rework and find the right thing to do and say. As soon as the operation ends, and the result is transmitted, it evokes a Wingardium Leviosa to return the painting in its place, he grabs Harry's arm and pulls him away.
"You know what: veditela alone! With this problem I just can not help you! Good heavens ... I need un'Oblivion .... "
"I, however, I must find a Remembrall.
While Harry sadly follows her friend to their dorms, which began briskly become careless and almost lost sight of his friend, a hand emerges from the darkness of a niche and drags him inside, behind one of the armor decorating the hall, close the mouth and securing it so as not to allow any kind of reaction. When the girl moved away enough, the attacker reveals her identity in the shape of Slytherin Blaise Zabini.
"Potter, where's Draco?".
Harry recovers quickly from heart attack procuratagli from terror attacks and immediately upset the other guy. "Now I'm also his legal guardian? What the hell do I know. "
"I kept an eye on until it ran away quickly, as soon as you saw from the terrace in the garden: he was definitely coming from you."
"I've just bumped into him, Ginny and I we were together all the time."
"What?".
"I said ...."
"I heard exactly what you said, stupid pile of shit in style Gryffindor!" Zabini barks out of control. "What do you think happened if Draco has seen you together, huh?".
"I have fully explained to Malfoy that I am" boyfriend " and do not intend to change this status. "
"Potter, did not go to practice and not seen him since he moved away to follow: If you suddenly come to his senses and decided to commit suicide out of shame, I think you have come back until he saw you with your girl. "
Harry carefully evaluate the possibility of such a situation, assuming the possible consequences.
"Do you think that is around, somewhere, whining like a girl in love and betrayed by her first love?" Harry asked in utter bewilderment.
"I hate to be forced to such a response but yes, in that condition is not now rule out." Harry seems
think about it carefully, and without another word, and turned back from Slytherin and walks along the corridor.
"Potter, where are you going? Now you must help me to find him, "yells back Zabini.
"Yes, Zabini, but I have my methods," he responds when salt ran up the stairs.
Now entering Gryffindor Tower, she heads straight for the dorms and decided to sling on his trunk and began searching through the contents doubt what he needs to pull out his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map. Throws the coat on the bed and opened the map, beginning to scrutinize the myriad of impressions that crowd at that time the castle and its surroundings. At the edge of the Forbidden Forest is finally in the footsteps of the plate with Malfoy. Grab your coat and start to its destination covered quell'indumento of invisibility, so as not to be noticed, do not waste time if someone felt the need to speak to him at that moment or in the worst cases, to follow him to find out where it runs so fast and caught with Malfoy in attitudes inconvenient.
runs down the stairs, along corridors and over the entrance until you reach a short distance from its target, sighted in the distance. He stops before reaching it, to take off the cloak that hides behind a corner well and better and, approaching slowly, to stop the rattle that the race has caused the trouble.
When the boy arrives, immediately notice the deep furrows that surround his scarlet eyes, the clearness of his eyes, and nose, a perfect snob, look at all ways of being in tune with the eyes, or at least get as close as possible to their own shade of red. Just note
Malfoy Harry close to him, startled by surprise and tries in every way not to be seeing his face.
"Look what I've seen you cry," informs him with a tired sigh Harry. "You saw me and Ginny Lake, right?".
Malfoy is not moving in any way, prejudice always behind the other guy. "Do not worry, I will not tell you made me cry Blaise, I do not want you hurt. And try not to cry even when I'm with them and come back to mull over. "
remain for an unspecified time in silence, then Harry sighed again wearily. "I just wish a return to the old Malfoy. To go back to hate you. "
Malfoy opens her eyes and turns his back to the Gryffindor 'oh, it means that now I do not hate me? Well, maybe you'll be pleased to hear it, but this makes me very happy, "she whispers with a smile evident to frame the face.
"Thank goodness, because if you come back down in the dumps to your dormitory, Zabini tomorrow I will surely launch against some curse, and the Devil Regulation of the School and my mission, "he exclaims, and immediately after both are giggling in 'imagine a similar scene.
"Harry?".
"Hmm?".
"There's one thing that could make me really happy."
"What?". Draco
crawling close to Harry to sit next to him, but after a few moments of reflection, he decided fearful but determined to sit astride him, surrounding the neck and buried his face in his groove.
"Oh, yes, the embrace. The other time he hugged me, but now I feel even the smell of her hair.. "
Cradled by the intense perfume, Harry does not complain when Draco begins to stroke his back in a circular motion, or when it begins to grant small, wet kisses on his neck, and even when the guy tries after a while 'to bring as much as possible their basins, creating friction that makes him a pleasant leave the body backward.
Under the pleasant attention, Harry did not even realize that he opened up his lips slightly to let out a faint moan of approval is received from hearing the boy now standing over him. In observing the young man quietly relaxed beneath him, eyes narrowed and lips, bitten repeatedly to suppress the groans now swollen, the Slytherin limit this increase to the excitement.
Draco can not resist and pounced on the lips of the boy, which remarkably did not reject him, but rather seek to open up those rosy lips to snatch the flavor. When you fall off, panting, they realize that they are on the ground, towers over the Slytherin to Gryffindor staring in disbelief and happy.
"M-Malfoy, now just" tried to drive away with not much conviction, raising himself in a sitting position.
"Are you sure you volertene go ... so?" He asks, eyeing the 'crotch of the boy who tends his pants.
"S-so ... well ...."
"Come, stay here ... I'll help you 'and, without really expecting an answer, Malfoy began to unbutton his pants.
When Harry feels his penis tightly in the hands of others, forget all restrictions and gives free rein to his moans, even if the voltage to something that has never done continues to stretch his muscles.
"I hear that you like, but do not look if you do not want. Close your eyes and think it's whoever you want to do it, "whispers Malfoy, to reassure him.
Harry puts his hands on Draco's shoulders and raises his head, trying to keep you eyes open, fixed on the boy before him, to be sure it's Malfoy in touch. Excludes
if they like it so much that the other guy is doing, or whether it is the fact that Malfoy is doing. Harry begins to pant heavily because he can no longer keep up the pace of his breath, his heart pounding in my throat almost choking him, as if he had run for miles and now threatened to burst his lungs in his chest from one moment to 'else. When
accidentally looks down, realizes that Malfoy has unbuttoned his pants and their members are in contact, close to the hands of Slytherin. Harry melts the iron grip of a hand that held all the time on that shoulder and the door down, with the intent to participate and contribute in some way, even if he does not know how.
"I do not ... you are not forced to do so ..." reassures him, between a gasp and another, Malfoy, but visibly demonstrating to accept those attentions.
sure you get it right, Harry begins to put more conviction, and took the other guy to increase the pace of his movements. When
orgasm hits them, neither knows who came first, were eventually absorbed with feelings that were trying to realize what happened next.
soon regains a bit 'of clarity and strength, Malfoy pounced on Harry's lips, being able to push it back to earth.
"Merlin, Harry ... please, fuck me" vehement panting in her ear, bringing kisses everywhere on her face and her hands to search for the boy's skin beneath the layers of clothes.
Harry finds himself for a moment confused by so much fury, still feeling the echo of earlier sensations, but the situation is really pushing too far, and he really does not know how to fuck a guy.
"I do not think so ..." rejects with difficulty, trying to get up quickly.
"Then I'll fuck you," suggests, mocking Malfoy.
"This is even more unlikely," exclaims determined, conscious of what it would mean, maybe the rest could also discuss, but this does not was quite conceivable. "Maybe when I managed to blow my snitch," trying to mock him, to make him understand that it will be impossible, and not wanting to be convinced that such a situation from occurring.
"And if you took?".
"It will not happen."
"If I can catch the snitch, fulfill my wish?".
"Um ... sure," answered undecided, trying not to put too much belief. "But it will not, however, necessary because it is highly unlikely" tries to convince himself above all.
"And if you win again ... I will do anything you want 'persuasive promises and moistening her lips, malicious.
Harry replies, got up and, without looking, you start to the castle, picking up the mantle nearby, hiding in the light of the sunset and his blush and his thoughts.
§ § CONTINUE
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