Disclaimer: Not mine.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Slash: male homosexual relationships, violence, adult language.
Pairings: Various Slash Pairings including DMHP, FGRL, TMRSS
The S Saga
Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Wandering through the halls, nor caring where he was going, Harry allowed his mind to fly. A small, content smile flittered onto his face as he trailed past various empty classrooms in the disused wing of Hogwarts castle.
Harry's life was good. He had two best friends who were in a steady relationship, his friends were happy, all the Dark Lords plaguing him been vanquished, he ended an unhappy relationship on good terms, and he was kicking ass at Quidditch.
Yes, Harry was now living a very good, simple life.
Harry sighed in satisfaction as he rounded the corner past the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Professor Lupin was back and teaching, his class in full swing. He paused for a moment, looking to the side and flashing Harry a quick smile. Harry returned it before moving on, away from the shadows he saw in Remus's eyes. Sirius's death had hit him hard, but he was recovering.
Harry began to whistle as he continued his stroll. He passed by the Bloody Baron, tilting his head to the ghost, and ignored the brush off he received. Harry was getting along with the remaining Slytherins, even Professor Snape. Rather than being mocked and ridiculed by the professor at every turn, he was scolded like an errant child. Most would think the treatment offensive, like Snape saw Harry as a juvenile youth, but Harry saw it as Snape's only way of showing affection.
Harry's most favourite change was Neville. The shy, cowardly lion had become bolder and stronger. He stood up for himself, no longer letting the opinions of others affect him. He started dating Luna Lovegood, which earned him ridicule, but Neville brushed it off, something he wouldn't have been able to do long ago.
However, it was always nice to have constants in Harry's life. For example, Quidditch. He had been scouted for a national team, much to his delight, so Quidditch was going to remain a strong point in his life.
Another constant would be Draco Malfoy.
Despite being proven innocent, the snarky bastard was still that – a snarky bastard. Most found it annoying, but Harry welcomed it. He didn't think he'd be able to stand it if Malfoy started to treat him any different – if Malfoy started being nice to him, Harry would accuse Hermione of brewing the Polyjuice potion again.
Pausing by a window, Harry gazed out at the lake. Yes, there had been losses in the war, but the outcome made up for that. The world was safe, happy and simple. Harry liked it.
Harry spun, surprised to see Malfoy behind him.
"Malfoy," he mumbled. "What do you want?"
"Nothing really," Malfoy said with a smirk. "Well, actually…"
"Spit it out, Malfoy," Harry growled. Malfoy chuckled deeply, sliding closer to Harry. Harry frowned, leaning back against the glass behind him.
"Enjoying your walk?" Malfoy asked. "You seemed to be thinking. Are you basking in your own fame and glory?"
"No," Harry growled. "Not that its any of your business, but I'm thinking about how great it is that everything's simple. I like simplicity."
"Simplicity, huh?" one pale eyebrow went up. Harry hated to admit it, but Malfoy could pull that look off without looking like a twat. Of course, Malfoy could pull most looks off… he was bloody gorgeous.
Before Harry could dwell on it any longer, Malfoy swooped in, his lips coming into contact with Harry's. Before Harry could move, Malfoy's hands were tenderly cupping his cheeks, pulling him close and holding him in place as the pureblood's tongue pushed into his mouth, thoroughly exploring and ravishing. Heat shot like electricity down every one of Harry's limbs, setting his system on fire.
And then it was over.
Malfoy winked at him, swiped his tongue over Harry's plump lips once more, before sauntering off, leaving the saviour leaning against a window, shocked.
Harry remained like that for a moment, staring across the corridor, before he finally snapped out of it.
"What the hell!"
Draco was already gone. Harry groaned as pushed his hand to his lips, his tongue unconsciously lapping up the last of Draco's taste. Why the hell would he do that? To destroy Harry's simplicity? To confuse the hell out of him? What was wrong with Draco? Why would- why did-
Around the corner in the Charms corridor Draco snickered to himself as he strolled leisurely, headed towards the dungeons. He had wanted to do that for a long time, and he knew Harry wanted to do it too.
Screwing with his simplicity was an added bonus.
And we have my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic. There will be five in this series, all either as short as this one or a little longer.