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[why_me_why_not]

wendy is evil. So, Miss Wendy, here is what should have been a drabble but ended up being more. H/D, Mature rating, I don't own the boys, yadda yadda... And you owe me, so I'm keeping track of what I get to do to you when we meet *g*

And I guess I need to add that it was beta'd by anael and that it follows Conditional, although there's a chapter of Garden of Sun and Tears that would belong in between them



Draco entered Harry's room quickly, shutting the door against the noise still filling the rest of Nivalis Home. Turning to face Harry, the smile on his lips died when he saw the way Harry was looking at him. There was more anger in his eyes than there had been when he had headed into Voldemort's lair that morning. Harry stared at him from his seat beside the fire, so silent it was worrisome, and suddenly Draco found himself pinned against the door by an unseen force.

Draco was a bit impressed by the display of wandless magic, even though he was a bit nervous about being at the mercy of the Boy Who Killed Voldemort Just Hours Earlier.

No, that was wrong. Draco remembered the feel of Harry's body beneath his the night before. Definitely no longer a boy.

Harry stalked closer, the look in his eye downright predatory, and Draco wondered if this had really been such a good idea. Harry was close enough now that Draco could practically taste the firewhiskey on his breath when he spoke. Liquid courage again.

"You lied to me."

Draco started to object, but the protest died on his lips. He had lied, in his own way. He just didn't know how Harry had found out.

"So," Harry leaned in and ran his tongue around the shell of Draco's ear, "about last night? I think you were wrong. It changes everything." His tongue slid down the line of Draco's jaw, down the side of his throat, ending in a slow circle where his neck curved into his shoulder. He pushed his body closer, pinning Draco between himself and the door, and rested one of his hands on Draco's hip with a deceptively light touch. The other hand he brought up to tangle in Draco's hair, forcing his head slightly to the side to provide easier access to the pale skin he wanted to sink his teeth into.

A slight nip at first, a malicious laugh slipping from Harry's lips as Draco whimpered slightly. Then Harry bit down, drawing the flesh between his teeth, pressing harder against Draco as he shifted in pleasure or pain, it didn't quite matter which. He let his teeth drag against the skin as he pulled back, admiring the unsymmetrical droplets of red that made up his handiwork before using his tongue to lap up the blood.

He pressed his lips fiercely against Draco's, pushing his tongue into the other man's mouth, forcing him to share the taste of his own blood. He nipped lightly at Draco's bottom lip before pulling away, one hand coming down and twisting in the fabric of Draco's shirt, pulling him across the room and shoving him towards the bed.

"I seems, Malfoy, that you once offered me whatever I wanted in exchange for my help. Turns out you didn't need my help after all, though I just found that out today. But still, you let me believe that I failed you. That I owed you something."

Draco was pushed down on his back, watching Harry warily as the dark-haired man kneeled on the bed beside him.

"But it was all a lie. And you took advantage of that, of my guilt, so you owe me."

Harry straddled Draco's hips and leaned down for another violent kiss, sliding his hands down to Draco's wrists and bringing them up above Draco's head, urging Draco to wrap his fingers around the wrought-iron framework of the headboard. When Harry pulled away, the gleam in his eyes made Draco wonder if Harry wouldn't have been better suited as a Slytherin. He produced a braided length of cord -- gold intertwined with red. Okay, so Harry was still definitely a Gryffindor. All thoughts of Houses flew out of Draco's head, though, when he felt the cord twist around his wrists, anchoring them together just beyond the frame.

"No more lies," Harry said. "This time, I'm going to take what is mine."

Comments

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

lol -- I'm apparently not smart enough to check before making a bribe offer; you're the second person that's already done it before I attempted to bribe you! S'ok, we can do a bribe-after-the-fact. Whatcha want? Name it and it's yours (within reason, obviously)

Am reading! Or, trying to. Also downloading music from dove at the same time so I had to stop for a sec.

Death of DVD player when you have two preschoolers and no cable is a downright tragedy...

[acostilow.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean biting porn. Yes.

*glomps* LOVE YOU.

Awwwww. *mourns DVD player*

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

there can never be enough biting porn. especially yummy wincesty biting porn. but are you out of your flipping mind? there's a reason i only read supernatural fic. i'm completely intimidated by how fantastic all the supernatural authors are! HP is easy b/c I know that even my mediocre writing is better than some of the stuff out there. oh, darn you! although, i've been looking for a new home for the title "Tequila and Teethmarks" that's been floating around in my head for the last couple weeks...

*snogs* I love you too!

I'm gonna go steal a dvd player from one of my brothers tomorrow. Big sister privelege.

[acostilow.livejournal.com]

*begs with big blue eyes*

See? The title fits in perfectly.

*begs more*

And trust me, you're just as good as the rest of us out there.

*begs more*

*snogs back*

Yay big sister! I'm the little sister. I'm screwed. :D