That which divides us harry draco

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Uneasy glances were exchanged around the table as the loud voices erupted from the other room. A door slammed, and a slender young man strode briskly through the dining room, head lowered, a swinging swatch of chin length blonde bang obscuring his features. He was willowy and moved with a fascinating grace, even though his pale fists were clenched and he was clearly angry.

Harry Potter came into the doorway, scruffy square jaw tensed, green eyes blazing as he watched Draco Malfoy disregard him with infuriating disdain. When Draco ignored him and strode from the room, the slam of the door to the outside a sharp crack on the still evening air, Harry cursed explosively.

Seamus Finnigan spoke up from his spot at the table, brown eyes dancing as he smirked at Dean Thomas. Without another word, a muscle in his jaw flexing dangerously, Harry stalked stiffly around the table and left, and the kitchen door slammed again.

Ron Weasley shook his head, ginger hair falling forward into his eyes. He was working over a piece of worn parchment, a quill in his square nail bitten hand and he scowled deeply as he scratched out a list of co-ordinates.

And I seem to recall him pulling your sorry arse out of a burning building just last month. The feminine voice spoke up, and he looked to the young woman seated at his side. Instantly the heat in his eyes faded slightly and his posture softened. Hermione Granger looked towards the door where the two young men had disappeared, her creamy brow furrowed. He makes him crazy. They fight. We used to fight all of the time too, remember? We were never as bad as they are.

Ron sighed again when he finally caught her look. Besides, he thought with cross satisfaction; he could only go so far. The wards would stop him soon. The corner of his lips twisted grimly as Harry approached him. Draco whirled on him and his gray eyes were filled with impotent fury. At least tonight you have a legitimate reason.

Harry made an explosive, aggravated sound. Big talker, Potter. When Draco reached out with both hands to shove him again, Harry caught hold of his wrists in a merciless grip and twisted, forcing a pained cry from the thinner, weaker man. Well, if you are then I tell you what to do and when to do it, and you follow my orders. Do you understand me? Do you? Harry stared down at him, some of his anger leeching away, being replaced by revulsion at what he was doing.

He wiped the spittle from his cheek with his sleeve and then used the other hand to forcefully grab the beautifully turned jaw.

Get…the fuck…off…of me! He was so much bulkier, so much stronger. They both went completely still, the soft sounds of the night broken only by their tortured breathing. There was a pause. He saw him flinch.

Because you know it gets me hot. Harry watched the salty wetness squeezed from between pale lashes. He looked so lost, so desolate that Harry hesitated. But his hips rolled up as Harry pressed down, straining cocks grinding together and he felt more than heard the little stuttering breath that told him how aroused Draco was.

He lipped just along his jugular, right over the frantic fluttering of his pulse, then bit down, sucking hard. He began to move his hips harder, faster, rubbing their arousals together with merciless efficiency. Feeling the weight removed, Draco opened his eyes and looked up into the haggard face hanging over his, his own breath harsh in the quiet, cool night.

They stared at one another for a long moment. Draco stared, his lashes still wet around wide eyes, the moisture darkening them. Tell me you want it! Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal. Your IP address will be recorded. Log in No account? Create an account. Remember me. Reiko K. Previous Share Flag Next.