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  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger/Ron_Weasley
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      Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger, Other(s), Ron_Weasley, Draco_Malfoy
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      Published: 2008-10-05 Words: 2258
****** A Little Death ******
by Twinfetish [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry thought that nothing else could surprise him, until Trelawney
     made another real prophecy...
Notes
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(A/N: This one-shot is dedicated to my sister for always encouraging me to
write…even when the ideas were farfetched and stupid)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned
by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury
Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warning: This contains Adult Language, and graphic male/male sex, and OOC-ness
                                A Little Death
Harry poked at his slowly getting cold chicken in disgust and despair. Today
had been another normal day in the life of one Harry James Potter, meaning that
almost nothing had gone according to plan. But when had it ever? Harry thought
sadly. He could not remember one day in his life, where something unexpectedly
good happened. Well there was probably at least one thing but he was too tired
and brooding to really put the effort into the thought process. Deciding to
give up on eating Harry sat back thinking about the one thing that had ruined
his perfectly fine day.
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Dashing through the corridors Harry and Ron quickly climbed the steps that led
to the tower, which held their next class. The easiest class that was currently
on their schedules, since it was a complete and utter joke. Divination. It was
the one class, which was sure to provide both entertainment, and a passing
grade.
 
Bursting into the smoke infested classroom ten minutes late caused every head
to turn…and sadly that also meant their Professors’ as well. It was well known
throughout the entire school that Professor Trelawney was insane…completely
insane. She had to be, after all since she sure couldn’t have been a Seer. She
was a mere Cracker Jack Box imitation of what a true Seer should have been.
(However, due to the fact that the Headmaster wanted her there… for a reason
that no one knew, and probably never would, she remained.) There had to be some
students to attend her class, no matter how bogus it really was. And most
people only put up with her antics to get an easy passing grade on their
O.W.L.S. or NEWTS.
 
A loud gasp escaped her lips when her too large bug eyes landed on poor Harry.
“Blackness will surround you, The sky shall darken, Bound by another, Death
will befall you.” She grew silent as she took a deep breath and crooned, “Oh,
you poor child…death is looming near you. Beware.”
 
Slowly backing away from what he thought was a deranged witch Harry glanced at
Ron in apprehension. Thinking that this was just one of her spoofs to try and
get people to believe her non-existent gift.
 
Ron glanced over at Harry, eyes wide with amusement, lips trying to not curl up
into a smile. They hadn’t even been in class 10 seconds and she had already
predicted Harry’s demise.
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“HARRY!” Ron’s voice sounded loud in his ear making him jump in surprise. “You
all right mate? We lost you for a while.” Ron waited for the answer while
stuffing more buttered potatoes into his mouth.
 
“Erm…yeah. Sorry about that.” Harry muttered quietly, trying to not let them
know that something was bothering him, yet once again it was all in vain due to
Hermione’s piercing stare.
 
“What’s wrong Harry?” Hermione bluntly questioned. She smirked to herself as he
froze. There was no getting out of this one. “You have barely touched the
chicken, which I know is your favorite, and when you have touched it, it is
actually more like you are trying to kill it…again.”
 
“Divination…” Harry trailed off as Ron burst out laughing, sending pieces of
potatoes everywhere. Grimacing as some hit the left side of his robe. Gross!
 
“Y…you have to be joking. Trelawney has you worried? Come on Harry…really
what’s wrong?”
 
“I just told you.” Harry almost grit his teeth in reply. Why did they never
believe him unless it was Voldemort related? Was there nothing else that could
bother him?
 
“She made another death prediction didn’t she?” At Harry’s nod Hermione
claimed, “I knew it. I told you that you should have dropped that class ages
ago. She should not even be employed at this school. She is nothing but a huge
Fake that wastes the precious time of us students. Both of you would have spent
your time better if you had dropped that poor excuse of a class and picked up
Ancient Runes instead. You need to be learning something of worth, not
something to do with “your inner eye” nonsense. And furthermore…”
 
Harry tuned out Hermione’s expected lecture about the bad choices they had made
at the beginning of the year and turned his thoughts to things less annoying,
and less dire. Glancing around the Great Hall, Harry was once again struck by
the brilliance of the many students attending this year. Since the inactivity
of old Moldy-Voldy last year more students had been allowed to attend, creating
the highest number admitted in one-year. Hogwarts was proud to admit 76 new
supple young minds.
 
Harry’s eyes slowly traveled over every table before landing on the one person
that he really was interested in. Emerald green eyes locked with molten silver,
they flashed to the entrance, then back again. Nodding once, Harry stood,
telling his friends that he was going for a walk and then he would head to bed,
so there was no need to wait up for him.
Getting their reluctant agreement Harry gracefully strode through the Great
Hall, and patiently waited around the corner heading to the dungeons for his
companion.
 
It didn’t take long. “Potter.” The sneer gracing his perfect, beautiful face,
certainly didn’t do him enough justice. Nothing did. Harry almost snickered at
that. Nothing did Draco justice, which was why Draco looked best, in nothing.
 
“Malfoy.” Harry responded with false heat in his voice so anyone around would
think it was simply another one of their daily spats. After all no one could
begrudge the two rivals their only way to blow off steam. If only they knew how
wrong they were.
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Draco grabbed Harry’s hand pulling him along the twisting corridors leading
into the dungeons; which housed his special private quarters. It was one of the
perks of being a Prefect, along with terrifying Hufflepuffs and taking away
house points from the firsties.
 
“Welcome to my private chambers, Potter.” Draco quickly yanked him inside
without letting him glance at the room in question. Pushing him up against the
closed wooden door Draco captured the lips he had been lusting after all
afternoon. They were the same lips that insulted him, the same lips that got
caught between Potter’s teeth when he was deep in thought or nervous, the same
lips that begged him to claim them.
 
Darting his tongue forward Draco asked for entrance, to the hot, moist cavern
that he wanted for his own. Groaning as permission was granted, another equally
hot, tongue greeted him at the entrance, sending the vibes straight to his
already hardening erection.
 
Thrusting forward, they both groaned at the extra contact to their hard
members. They needed more, more friction…more…and hopefully, less clothing.
Pulling slightly away Draco impatiently worked the buttons on Harry’s robe
through the immensely small holes. Why did buttons have to be so damn small
when all he wanted to do was bury his hard cock into Harry’s arse? It was
always like this…next time…for there would be a next time, Draco would demand
something less complicated…but he would word it differently of course, for
Malfoys found nothing difficult. Least of all tiny buttons.
 
“Finally.” Draco gloated in glee as he quickly stripped off Harry’s outer robe,
soon followed by his gold and red tie, his plain shirt and black pants. Soon…he
would have his Harry beneath him very, very soon. Taking him once again by the
hand, Draco, led him over to the king-sized bed, draped in the highest quality
silk. After all, he deserved the best. Pushing him back on the newly washed
sheets Draco marveled at the wondrous sight before him.
 
Lust glazed emerald eyes gazed up at him, pleading for him to hurry and claim
him, cheeks flushed with heat were turned a pretty shade of pink, while the
sinful pink lips looked well ravished from his past kisses. Sprawled upon HIS
bed completely naked was a true sight to behold.
 
As Draco claimed Harry’s mouth in another heated kiss, Draco pressed Harry
further into the mattress, enjoying the feel of his hard body beneath his own.
Harry had to bite back another moan that was threatening to escape his mouth
while quick nimble fingers danced their way across his heated skin, leaving a
trail of fire in their wake.
 
Quickly stripping out of his own clothes, Draco grinned at the prize before
him, before making a final decision. Climbing on his bed and grabbing the once
wandering hands, and bringing them together, he lifted them above Harry’s head
before grabbing his wand and muttering a quick spell, securing them in place.
 
“What, the hell did you do?” Harry demanded tugging on the silk Slytherin tie
that held his hands in place.
 
“I thought you wanted to have a little fun.” Draco batted puppy-dog eyes into
the shocked pair of green below. Not waiting for an answer, he started grinding
his hips downwards so their erections pressed together, pulling a groan of
pleasure from both of them. It felt so good; it was almost sinful.
 
Placing his hands on either side of Harry’s head, he captured his lips again in
a feverish kiss, before trailing his tongue along Harry’s jaw and down his
neck. He nipped at the soft skin, and then sunk his teeth into Harry’s
shoulder, groaning in satisfaction as a keening cry was ripped from his throat.
Harry frantically arched his hips, seeking more contact.
 
Draco remained on hands and knees, not providing Harry with the contact he was
seeking—yet. He continued to lave attention with only lips, teeth, and tongue.
Sucking lightly at each nipple in turn, he felt his cock twitch in anticipation
upon hearing Harry’s moans and whimpering cries. Placing sucking kisses upon
Harry’s hipbone, Draco snatched up the lube from the hidden place in the drawer
of the nightstand on the right side of the bed.
 
Draco looked up at him through his lashes, meeting Harry’s heavy-lidded gaze.
Slipping one lubed finger inside Harry’s tight hole, he smiled and watched as
Harry arched trying to pull free from the piece of silk that had captured his
hands.
 
“Oh, gods,” Harry moaned. “More.”
 
Draco prepared Harry quickly, before positioning himself and sliding inside
with one smooth motion, burying himself completely inside and groaning at the
silky heat that surrounded him suddenly.
 
“Harry, do you know how fabulous you feel?” Draco panted breathlessly. “You’re
so hot and tight and it feels like I’m going to lose myself inside you,” he
groaned.
 
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist, locking his ankles behind Draco’s
back. It was the only leverage he had with his hands still bound.
 
Draco pulled back and thrust in hard. “Mine,” he growled.
 
Harry nodded fervently, lost to coherent speech as Draco began thrusting fast
and hard. Draco almost felt like he was the one surrendering as he thrust
inside Harry, watching the Gryffindor writhe and twist beneath him, hands
pulling at the green tie desperately.
 
Knowing they were both close, and had been for awhile, Draco brought one hand
to Harry’s erection, grasping it firmly and stroking him to completion.
Watching the pearly streams erupt and shoot out over Harry’s chest, feeling the
muscles spasming around him, Draco buried himself deep with one final hard
thrust and shot his release deep inside Harry with a hoarse cry.
 
Draco collapsed next to his dark haired lover after releasing his hands and
snuggled into him, content, and more then satisfied. Draco slowly drifted off
to sleep with a small smile gracing his normal icy exterior that he showed to
no one, but his Harry.
 
Harry smiled as the arms tightened around him more when he tried to get up to
leave. It looked like he would be spending the night in Draco’s room, again.
Not that he minded or anything, he just needed to construct a good excuse for
tomorrow, when his friends would confront him. However thinking brought back
the one thing he had wanted to forget. The one thing all day. The stupid thing
Trelawney spewed in class. Sighing in exasperation Harry pulled the sheet
farther up his chest and was about to close his eyes, when it struck him.
Laughing quietly so as not to wake his lover, Harry thought back to the words
that had haunted him… “Blackness will surround you, The sky shall darken, Bound
by another, Death will befall you.”
 
Whoever would have thought that the “blackness” was the silk sheet adorning his
blond lover’s bed, the “darkening sky” was simply night, being bound…well that
part was self-explanatory, and the death…Harry snorted at the absurd length he
took that one; Death it might have been, but it was only a “little death.”
 
His last thought before drifting off into sleep was, a heartfelt prayer, that
Trelawney, would never again have a vision about his sex life… But as we all
know, Fate is a bitch…
                                    The End
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s attention who was willing to give it, but for each other. Clay had
 known her, hell he had loved her for so long, and he just poured it out into
   the kiss. He pulled her dress down to her shoulders, feeling more of her
    exposed skin as his hands began to wander. She smelled like lemons and
  lavender. Her hand sat poised on his chest, thumb making small circles, and
Clay couldn’t help but thinking this was the closest he’s ever been to another
                                    person.
  Not in a physical way. Well, kind of yes in a physical way, but had he been
    doing this with anyone else, it wouldn’t feel like this, as natural as
   breathing, as if it always was and always would be meant to be. His hand
trailed down her side, playing over the crest of her hip, she smiled into him.
 He wanted to kiss her neck so badly. To enevelope himself in the scent of her
hair, to just make her feel the same way he was, like this was right. He moved
down to kiss her neck softly, one of his hands filtering through her hair. She
leaned into him, taking his other hand into hers and leading it to her breast,
                          encouraging him to cup it.
  “Is this okay?” He asked, breathing into her, looking up to meet her eyes.
                               “More than okay”
So he continued, encouraging her onto her knees to remove her dress, revealing
 herself to him in just her underwear and stockings. Everything matched, black
on black, and he just had to kiss her in that moment, pulling her on top of him
  as they both lay back down. She straddled him with an equal enthusiasm, her
  inhibitions, if they ever existed, gone. His buzz was fading but he wasn’t
  feeling any less amazing. He had a beautiful girl on top of him, who wanted
him, and he wanted her, and they were kissing and she was a great kisser and he
                      was pretty sure he wasn’t half bad.
    Her hand, much smaller than his, came down to pull his hands from their
  position on her waist to her chest again, her hand venturing behind her to
  unclasp her bra, he took the privilege of throwing it down with the rest of
                                their clothes.
Seeing Hannah like this was enchanting. He pulled away from her kiss to really
see her. And she was truly ethereal. Her figure was full, beautifully, her hair
   was a mess and her lips were swollen, and she wasn’t smiling. No, she was
  smirking, with pride or ego, but there was no shame. She lifted herself up
slightly, just enough to begin wiggling his pants off. Clay didn’t take long to
take the hint. He kicked off his pants to be amongst everything else, noticing,
 for the first time, that he hoped they had locked the door, because he didn’t
    want this memory to be ruined by anything. He wanted it to be pristine.
 He carried on with those thoughts, that was, until something potentially more
earth shaking than the second coming of christ happened, she moved against him,
    in sort of a wiggle, but a salacious wiggle, against his crotch, where
excitement was already getting the better of him. And he knew he couldn’t take
 any more of that, no sir, not if he wanted to keep her respect. And even past
that, Clay knew that Hannah, this amazing girl who was a privilege to be with,
   had never been treated the way she should. She had always come second to
  douchebag men trying to make their lives slightly more meaningful. Clay was
sick of it. He wanted her to be the focus, so she can finally see how much she
                                truly deserves.
So he flipped her over, so he was on top, she began laughing. With her hair all
           splayed around her, her hands began pushing at his chest.
                           “Do you want me to stop?”
                                 “Stop what?”
                                    “This?”
Clay had watched a number of movies in his life. But one of them had definitely
        been “American Pie” and the things it taught him were numerous.
 So he began kissing her neck, and running his hands down her sides, over her
breasts gently, down her legs. Then he began kissing lower, her chest, taking a
 moment to focus on her breasts, her hand coiling into his hair as he did it,
 just flicking their peak, inciting short breaths from Hannah who’s other hand
had moved to her mouth, her index finger sitting poised on her lip, waiting for
                                his next move.
   He moved down even more, kissing her belly, her hip bones, her ribs, and
  finally, so slowly, crawled down between her legs. Laying on his belly, he
 kissed her inner knee and began pulling off her stockings, starting with the
                         left leg and then the right.
  “Tell me when you want me to stop” He said, kissing up further, delicately,
                                 teasing her.
   She didn’t say anything, just nodded. He had never seen her at a loss for
                                    words.
He reached her upper thigh soon, kissing down her panty line. He could already
see her wetness glistening on her satin panties. They had tiny stars on them in
   silver. He loved the way they look on her, but what he loved more is the
thought of them off her. He looked up at her, and instead of nodding she merely
lifted her hips. Happily, he took them off, throwing them into the pile of now
unidentifiable clothing at their feet. This whole time her eyes keeping on him,
   breath quickening. His breath was quickening too. He had never done this
     before, but he was pretty sure most of it was just confidence. Right?
 He kissed her inner most thigh. Left side, then right. Her hips wiggled, and
she blushed. She wants more he thought to himself, unsure what exactly she was
 expecting. So he kissed even closer to her sex, but not quite there. On both
                         sides. And then closer again.
 When he finally licked completely up her sex with the flat of his tongue, she
sighed, loudly, throwing her head back and hitting it against the frame of the
                                     bed.
   “Ow, fuck-” she groaned, holding the back of her head where she had made
  impact. And then, he did it again, “oh, fuck” this time in a much different
                                     tone.
Clay reached back into his mind into what he had talked about with his friends
 about this kind of stuff. The search came back blank because he didn’t really
  talk to his limited number of friends about eating girls out specifically,
   ever. Well, he knew what the clitoris was from health class because their
 school system was slightly progressive enough to show them the outside of the
 female anatomy, so maybe he should just go for that. Or maybe he should… erm…
                                  finger her?
                                 Why not both?
 Hesitantly, one of his hands traced their way below himself, awkwardly, and a
 single finger began running over her entrance, gathering the slickness there.
   Before he attempted to enter her, his tongue gently flicked over what he…
thought was her clit? Maybe? It seemed right, from the pictures he’s seen. And
 it seemed right from the reaction he got, she wiggled, letting out a breathy
  sound that was not far from a moan. So that must be right. He surrounded it
    entirely with his mouth, taking in the taste of her (something he would
 definitely remember for the rest of his life) and working his tongue largely
 against her, slowly, as his finger began teasing deeper into her. Clay wasn’t
 willing to admit that he learned a thing or two from porn, but he definitely
    did. The G-Spot, that was upwards, wasn’t it? He eased into her slowly,
              continuing to lap at her clit, and stroked upwards.
 She threw one of Jessica’s pillows over her face. Her back tensed. That means
             he’s doing something right. It must. So he continued.
His other hand moved around to grab hold of her hip, keeping her steady against
  him as she began wiggling even more. The pillow couldn’t contain her sounds
 after five more minutes of this. Her hand moved back to his hair, stroking it
 and encouraging him as she moved the pillow from her face, one hand grabbing
her own breast. She was panting, her hair was a mess, she was playing with her
            nipple. And it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
     He sped up his actions, just slightly, and her pants turned to moans.
                          “Clay, I think I’m gonna-”
    He lifted his head, curious at the sudden communication, “Um- I- Alr-”
“Clay don’t stop!” She scolded, propping herself onto her elbow to get a better
                                     look.
 He found the same rhythm as before, and her breaths were coming out quickly,
 her moans getting louder. After a moment her back dropped onto the mattress,
and both of her hands found their way into his hair. He didn’t stop. She pulled
                           him into her ravenously.
Her toes curled and her back arched and her legs pushed together just slightly,
         small shakes passing through her as she came, he didn’t stop.
  As her high subsided, and Clay ran his hand up her body as he approached to
             give her a kiss, cleaning up her hair in the process.
          “How was it?” He asked, her hand fixing his hair in return.
  “Words can’t explain,” She whispered, pulling him into another loving kiss.
                    “Clay, please, this wasn’t fair to you”
                             “No, it’s fine, here”
Without a second thought Clay pulled Hannah’s form into him, cuddling her up as
                            her breathing steadied.
 “Thank you” she whispered into his chest, knowing that she found someone who
           she knew wouldn’t hurt her, who she could be happy with.
     After a while, they redressed and joined the rest of the junior class
 downstairs, sitting on the front porch, laughing and drinking. Sitting there,
Clay realized this is where he was meant to be. Always. All the teasing and the
rumors had lead up to this moment and honest to god it was worth it. To see her
 like this, happy, and that she liked him, truly, for what he was, he couldn’t
have imagined his life any other way. He didn’t want it any other way. Clay sat
on the front porch of Jessica’s house, feeling like, for the first time in his
                           life, he owned the world.
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