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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry/Draco
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Bottom_Draco, Top_Harry
  Series:
      Part 2 of Chrysalis
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-11-25 Words: 746
****** A Chrysalis Outtake ******
by Elfflame
Notes
     So, after the Christmas chapter *I* needed to get it out of my
     system, even if Harry wasn't going to comply, so I wrote up the scene
     that appeared in my head. I hope people like it. It's entirely
     unbetad, unlike the rest of Chrysalis. This isn't Chrysalis canon,
     just a "might-have-been." Pure smut. Hope you like. ;D
Draco lay in bed that night, wondering what it would be like to kiss another
guy.  To kiss Harry.  Would his lips be soft, like Pansy’s?  He sure as hell
wouldn’t have on that horrific stuff that Pansy used on her lips.
Draco, closed his eyes, better to picture Harry’s face coming closer to his
own, imagining the feel of his lips against Harry’s, and how they would be so
tentative at first, then slowly become more passionate, until tongues were
involved, and Harry’s body pressed against his.
He moaned at the thought.  Feeling Harry’s body against his own would be
lovely.  Better without clothes, he imagined.  Skin against skin…  He’d done
that with Blaise once.  Just the rubbing of course.  There had been no
kissing.  Late at night once, when Nott had been up in the infirmary, and Vince
and Greg had been snoring away in their own beds, they’d rubbed against each
other, faces buried in each other’s necks, and it had felt so good.  But Draco
had just thought it was one of those things every boy did once, just to get
over it.  You certainly didn’t kissother boys, no matter what you did together.
Now he couldn’t help but imagine Harry on top of him.  Harry’s hands on his
body, of his kisses, and of that mouth tracing a line from chin to neck to
collar bone, then lower, and the heat of his cock against Draco’s leg would be
scorching, he imagined.
Draco slipped a hand into his pajama bottoms, pulling his hand along his heated
erection, moaning.  He could almost imagine it was Harry’s hand.  That there
were more calloused fingers running along his length, stroking him and that
heat rubbing against his leg…
“Draco…?”
Draco’s eyes snapped open.  “Harry?” he squeaked.
“God, I’m sorry, I’ll just—”
“No, Harry, wait…”
Harry shook his head.  “I really shouldn’t, Draco.”
Draco kept his eyes glued to Harry’s face, but pulled down his pants.  “Why
not?  How do you think I got this way?  Please, Harry.”
Harry took a deep breath, but he seemed unable to look away from Draco’s
uncovered erection.  He took a few stumbling steps further into the room.  “I…”
Draco laughed.  “You don’t have to kiss me.  Just—sit.  Talk to me.”  Draco
swallowed.  “Or…whatever you wanted.”
“I really shouldn’t…”  But Harry was already settling on the bed, and Draco
could see his hand rubbing against his thigh nervously.
Draco lay back and began to move his hand up and down his erection as Harry
watched, but he didn’t have to imagine anything right now.  Just watching
Harry’s eyes following each movement of his hand was enough.  “What do you
think, Harry?  Do you like the way I look?”  Harry’s eyes slid slowly up
Draco’s body. 
Harry swallowed several times.  “Draco…”
“Harry—please.” 
Harry’s eyes slid closed, but the hand moved from his lap almost of its own
volition.  The first touch was almost electric, and Draco arched his back to
get closer, to get more…anything.
Harry’s eyes were open again, and he caught Draco’s eyes with his own.  “Keep
your eyes open, or I stop,” he managed in a low voice.
Draco nodded, each stroke feeling more intense he fought to keep his eyes open
for Harry.  His breath was coming faster with each stroke, and it was all he
could do to keep from squirming under Harry’s hand.
“Is this what you wanted from me, Draco?  Is this what you needed?”
“God, yes, please don’t stop.”
Harry leaned forward, and Draco gasped as the tip of Harry’s thumb did
something he couldn’t quite see to the head of his cock.  “And tomorrow you’ll
go back to pretending that I’m just another friend, won’t you?”
“Never, Harry.  Please don’t stop, god!”
“Come, Draco,” Harry whispered as his thumb brushed that spot again, and Draco
couldn’t stop himself, gasping as he coated Harry’s hand and his own chest with
come.  “You’re beautiful.  And deadly.”  He tucked Draco’s slowly wilting cock
away, then stood up and looked at his hand.  Draco flushed as he watched Harry
bring the hand to his mouth and begin to lick the come from his fingers.  His
eyes were closed as he licked, and had Draco not just come, he might have gone
erect again.
Harry opened his eyes again.  “I’ll see you in the morning, Draco.  Sleep
well.”  Then he crossed the room, and was gone.  Draco slept well that night.
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