Draco and Harry Fluff

Disclaimer: I am borrowing these characters from the ever-generous Joanne K Rowling, and all others that claim rights to the Harry Potter world.

This is PG-13 for homosexuality and 'erotic' content, not that I have a problem with it.

Pairing: Draco and Harry

Dictionary Definition of Fluff: To be sickeningly sappy and happy, so sickening that it's enjoyable.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this weird, twisted, 'story' that has barely any plot. Kind of cute though.

For now... on with the short story typed thing.

He lay there with his head lightly on the firm, well-built, pale chest of his lover. "Draco..." he started and looked up into the familiar blue grey eyes, which had once been the host of such anger, "I think, no, I know, that I love you! You won't ever leave me will you?"

"Of course not! I love you so much that it hurts! When our bodies aren't entangled in each other's and our lips aren't meshed together with our tongues having their own little wars, I feel alone and empty. If I left you, or you left me, I think I would SERIOUSLY DIE!" Draco said softly, brushing Harry's manhood playfully with his fingers.

Harry let out a soft moan of delight, then after a while, and a HUGE mental battle Harry strung some words together, "Not now Draco. I need to go in an hour."

Draco looked slightly disheartened, but didn't let it show too much. He leaned down and brushed his tongue longingly on Harry's hard penis. Harry let out another moan, louder this time. Draco opened his mouth and gently slid it over, while smoothly putting his hand at the bottom. He slowly slid his hand and mouth up and down in unison. Before he could go any further Harry mustered all the strength he could and said weakly, "No."

Draco looked up, "Did I hurt you?" he said, eyes full of sincerity and concern.

"No, quite the opposite..." Harry chuckled, but quickly got back on track, "It's just that I need to get ready. I don't really think it would be appropriate to go with a stiffy." Then Harry saw the look on Draco's face, The look he could never resist. So he quickly added, "You however..." he trailed off to let these words seep in.

"No! I don't want a pity bow-job!" Draco said harshly, the voice growing colder, "This was meant to be my treat to YOU!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything." Harry said worried.

"No, I'm sorry, Harry. That was a horrible thing to say. You must think I'm the biggest git in the world at the moment!" Draco said, "There's only one way I can think of to fix it, and you won't accept it." Draco said looking at Harry, both hurt and offended.

Harry didn't like either of these looks, he thought quickly, "Well... if you did it fairly quick no-one need ever know..." Harry smirked evilly.

Draco slid back down Harry's body and once again took the throbbing manhood in his mouth and hand and quickly moved them up and down while massaging it with his tongue. Harry moaned louder and louder...

Harry woke up suddenly, sweating like mad. After a while he realised where he was, and most importantly, who with.

He leant his head lightly on the firm, well-built, pale chest and said to his lover, "Draco..." before Draco answered Harry had the weirdest feeling of deja vu.

Author's Note: Tell me if you want me to continue this or not. I hadn't planned to but if you guys' want I will.

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