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nicevennTitle: The Slytherin Scarf 1/1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. I don’t profit from this fiction.
Wordcount: 1,785
Summary: Harry finds a Slytherin scarf, and its fragrance has a strange effect on him. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
distorted_tact, who requested Draco using magic to lure Harry into bed.
Harry had just finished showering after a victorious game of Quidditch versus Slytherin. The contemptuous glare Malfoy had sent him after Harry had caught the Snitch was priceless. Harry smiled at the memory of it as he opened his locker to take out his clothes. As he pulled out his trousers, something green and silver fell to the floor.
Harry looked down and saw that it was a Sytherin scarf. He would have kicked it away, if only a most alluring scent hadn’t perfumed the air as it fell. Intrigued, Harry picked it up and smelled it. As he did, a wave of pleasure coursed through his body. The fresh, citrus scent seemed to permeate through to his core.
He didn’t know how long he had stood there with the scar pressed against his face, breathing in the vaguely familiar fragrance, but when he looked down, it was to see that the towel he was wearing around his waist was tented by his protruding cock.
He groaned in a mixture of embarrassment and need. ‘This is so wrong,’ was his last coherent thought before he sat down on the bench and opened the towel. He hung the scarf around his neck so that he could breathe in its freshness and still have both hands free. With one hand, he began teasing and pinching his nipples, while closing the other around his cock.
Harry’s rhythm started out slow, but little time went by before he was pumping his cock furiously, his body thrumming with pleasure and overwhelmed by that scent. His thoughts weren’t focused on anyone in particular. Instead, Harry focused all of his attention on feeling, and he was floating on clouds. When he came, he bit into the back of his hand to silence himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such an intense wank—but he wanted more. There was still an emptiness inside of him. With an exasperated sigh, Harry began to dress.
*****
When Harry went to bed that night, he placed the Slytherin scarf in between his head and the pillow. It smelled so fresh and energizing, yet warm and comforting. Harry wondered if its owner possessed those same qualities. Although, the scent was familiar, he couldn’t connect it with a face.
When Harry finally fell asleep, he dreamed of smooth skin and sleek hair beneath his fingertips. He knew he was touching the scarf’s owner, but it was dark in his dreams, and he couldn’t see his face.
*****
Harry found it disturbingly difficult to part with that green and silver item of clothing and go to class, but there was no way he’d ever allow himself to be seen carrying around a Slytherin scarf. Malfoy, especially, wouldn’t ever let him live it down.
He didn’t have to suffer the loss of that scent too long, however, because it found him in Potions, coming on a gust of air from Draco’s billowing robe as the blond came to set up his cauldron at Harry’s table.
Harry couldn’t believe his nose, but there was no doubt about it—the air that had drifted towards him smelled of lemon, pineapple and musk, just like the scent he’d wanked to all weekend long.
“What’s he doing here?” Ron asked sharply as he joined Harry at their usual table. Harry only shrugged. He didn’t really want Draco to leave— he was intoxicating.
“I thought you might want to chop some roots for me, Weasley,” Draco said, but before Ron could retort, Snaped charged into the room and began writing directions on the blackboard.
Harry followed Draco as he went to get his ingredients, not because he wanted to do the same, but because the blond was a magnet.
“What’s the matter with you, Potter?” Draco asked when he turned back around to find Harry standing almost ton top of him.
“Er…” Harry began, but Draco sneered and left the confused Gryffindor behind as he returned to his seat.
Harry came back with his own ingredients, and sat much closer to the Slytherin than any Gryffindor in his right mind would have. Draco eyed him with interest, but didn’t say anything as they began working on their potions. Almost as soon as he started, Harry realized that he wasn’t capable of thinking clearly enough to follow directions, His trousers were also becoming unbearably tight. He wondered if Draco tasted as good as he smelled.
By the time class was halfway finished, Harry had barely finished the third step, while Draco, Ron, and the rest of the class were well on the way to finishing their own potions. He was becoming very uneasy.
Harry started when he felt a hand on the bulge in his trousers. “Is there anything I could help you with, Potter?” Draco asked smoothly.
Harry felt his cheeks burn as Draco began to gently rub his cock. He didn’t know what the Slytherin was up to, but it felt too good to let it stop, so he closed his eyes and allowed Draco to continue his ministrations.
When Harry opened his eyes a minute later, he saw Ron staring at him and Draco with an expression of utter horror and disgust, as if he’d come face to face with an acromantula. Harry didn’t care, though, because Draco was slowly unzipping his trousers and slipping his hand inside.
“God,” Harry whispered before he could stop himself.
“I didn’t know you thought so highly of me, Potter,” Draco said quietly, smirking.
Harry didn’t bother responding, because he was so fucking close and all he wanted was to come. He put his hand on top of Draco’s encouraging him to rub harder.
“You like it rough like that?” Draco asked, his words and his breath on Harry’s neck making him shiver.
“I’ll show you how rough I like it.”
The pressure in his groin was at its peak, and his legs were trembling in anticipation of his oncoming orgasm.
“Come to my room after class,” Draco whispered, “I’ll let you show me.”
It was too much. Harry came, shooting ribbons of come over Draco’s hand. By the time he recovered, Draco was once again working on his potion as if nothing had ever happened. Ron was looking rather ill.
“That’s a zero for today, Potter,” Snape called from the front of the class.
“That’s a first,” Harry mumbled as he began putting his things away. Just as he was ready to run out of the classroom, Draco grabbed his wrist.
“Wait.”
Harry wanted to listen to his better judgment and leave, but that scent was making his cock stir again. He watched Draco’s graceful figure as he brought his potion up to show Snape. When he returned, they were on their way to Draco’s dorm, followed by many pairs of disbelieving eyes.
When they arrived in the Slytherin dormitory, Harry wasted no time in throwing Draco onto his bed and tearing off his clothes. He craved the scent of Draco’s bare skin.
Draco was surprisingly submissive, which made it all the better, because Harry was hornier than he’d ever been in his life, and he didn’t need the blond slowing him down.
“Needy, aren’t we?” Draco asked as Harry lay down on top of him, still in his robe, and began to sniff and lick his neck.
Draco moaned, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. Harry couldn’t wait any longer. He presented Draco with two fingers to suck on, and the blond took them in between his lips and swirled his tongue around them, making Harry’s stomach twist into knots. When Draco began to slide Harry’s digits in and out of his mouth, as if he were giving head, Harry couldn’t take it any more and pulled his hand away, bringing it in between their bodies and Draco’s legs.
Gently, if a little impatiently, Harry pushed into the Slytherin who held his breath and tensed, but otherwise didn’t protest. Harry began to slide his fingers in and out of the body beneath him, and when he curled them, he brushed Draco’s prostate, making him buck and moan beneath him.
Harry’s cock decided that his partner was ready, and he pulled out his digits and used them to unzip his trousers and take out his stiff length. Dipping his fingers into a jar that Draco handed him, Harry scooped out a generous amount of lubricant and slathered it onto his cock.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of Draco. He waited until the blond relaxed, laying kisses on his neck and chest. Draco nodded to let him know it was okay to continue, and it was enough for Harry to begin thrusting enthusiastically in between his legs. Draco was tight and hot around his cock, and he smelled like lemon drops and sex. Harry couldn’t restrain himself from pounding his partner into the mattress with vigor.
“Yes, fuck me,” Draco cried encouragingly.
Harry was glad Draco could take it fast and hard—he’d expected him to be as much of a whiner in bed as he was at any other time, but that wasn’t the case. He thrust harder and harder still, until he was pummeling Draco with as all of his strength and the blond was gripping onto his robe as if for dear life, crying out on every thrust.
When Draco finally howled his release and his muscles clamped down on Harry’s cock, he brought Harry over the edge with him. Harry saw sparks as his orgasm ripped through him and collapsed, trembling, on top of Draco.
He felt a strange sensation as he climaxed—as if an enchantment had broken. He’d suspected, as soon as he identified the scent of the scarf with Draco, that the Slytherin had cast some kind of love spell on him. Now, he was sure, but it didn’t matter. He was no longer under its influence, and Draco still smelled as tantalizing as before. He looked gorgeous, too, lying there in post-coital bliss, damp with perspiration. Harry kissed his forehead; the sweat dotting it tasted salty on his lips.
“Are you gonna leave?” Draco asked, his voice betraying just a hint of anxiety.
“Maybe,” Harry said. “Or I can stay and allow you to return the favor.”
Draco took about five seconds to think the proposition over, and then he rolled Harry onto his back. “If I shag you, can I have my scarf back?”
Harry shook his head. “It’s the price you have to pay for luring me into your bed.”
“But I might get cold,” Draco said, pressing his lips against Harry’s.
“Don’t worry…” Harry said in between kisses, “I’ll keep you warm.”
The End
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. I don’t profit from this fiction.
Wordcount: 1,785
Summary: Harry finds a Slytherin scarf, and its fragrance has a strange effect on him. Written for
distorted_tact, who requested Draco using magic to lure Harry into bed.Harry had just finished showering after a victorious game of Quidditch versus Slytherin. The contemptuous glare Malfoy had sent him after Harry had caught the Snitch was priceless. Harry smiled at the memory of it as he opened his locker to take out his clothes. As he pulled out his trousers, something green and silver fell to the floor.
Harry looked down and saw that it was a Sytherin scarf. He would have kicked it away, if only a most alluring scent hadn’t perfumed the air as it fell. Intrigued, Harry picked it up and smelled it. As he did, a wave of pleasure coursed through his body. The fresh, citrus scent seemed to permeate through to his core.
He didn’t know how long he had stood there with the scar pressed against his face, breathing in the vaguely familiar fragrance, but when he looked down, it was to see that the towel he was wearing around his waist was tented by his protruding cock.
He groaned in a mixture of embarrassment and need. ‘This is so wrong,’ was his last coherent thought before he sat down on the bench and opened the towel. He hung the scarf around his neck so that he could breathe in its freshness and still have both hands free. With one hand, he began teasing and pinching his nipples, while closing the other around his cock.
Harry’s rhythm started out slow, but little time went by before he was pumping his cock furiously, his body thrumming with pleasure and overwhelmed by that scent. His thoughts weren’t focused on anyone in particular. Instead, Harry focused all of his attention on feeling, and he was floating on clouds. When he came, he bit into the back of his hand to silence himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such an intense wank—but he wanted more. There was still an emptiness inside of him. With an exasperated sigh, Harry began to dress.
*****
When Harry went to bed that night, he placed the Slytherin scarf in between his head and the pillow. It smelled so fresh and energizing, yet warm and comforting. Harry wondered if its owner possessed those same qualities. Although, the scent was familiar, he couldn’t connect it with a face.
When Harry finally fell asleep, he dreamed of smooth skin and sleek hair beneath his fingertips. He knew he was touching the scarf’s owner, but it was dark in his dreams, and he couldn’t see his face.
*****
Harry found it disturbingly difficult to part with that green and silver item of clothing and go to class, but there was no way he’d ever allow himself to be seen carrying around a Slytherin scarf. Malfoy, especially, wouldn’t ever let him live it down.
He didn’t have to suffer the loss of that scent too long, however, because it found him in Potions, coming on a gust of air from Draco’s billowing robe as the blond came to set up his cauldron at Harry’s table.
Harry couldn’t believe his nose, but there was no doubt about it—the air that had drifted towards him smelled of lemon, pineapple and musk, just like the scent he’d wanked to all weekend long.
“What’s he doing here?” Ron asked sharply as he joined Harry at their usual table. Harry only shrugged. He didn’t really want Draco to leave— he was intoxicating.
“I thought you might want to chop some roots for me, Weasley,” Draco said, but before Ron could retort, Snaped charged into the room and began writing directions on the blackboard.
Harry followed Draco as he went to get his ingredients, not because he wanted to do the same, but because the blond was a magnet.
“What’s the matter with you, Potter?” Draco asked when he turned back around to find Harry standing almost ton top of him.
“Er…” Harry began, but Draco sneered and left the confused Gryffindor behind as he returned to his seat.
Harry came back with his own ingredients, and sat much closer to the Slytherin than any Gryffindor in his right mind would have. Draco eyed him with interest, but didn’t say anything as they began working on their potions. Almost as soon as he started, Harry realized that he wasn’t capable of thinking clearly enough to follow directions, His trousers were also becoming unbearably tight. He wondered if Draco tasted as good as he smelled.
By the time class was halfway finished, Harry had barely finished the third step, while Draco, Ron, and the rest of the class were well on the way to finishing their own potions. He was becoming very uneasy.
Harry started when he felt a hand on the bulge in his trousers. “Is there anything I could help you with, Potter?” Draco asked smoothly.
Harry felt his cheeks burn as Draco began to gently rub his cock. He didn’t know what the Slytherin was up to, but it felt too good to let it stop, so he closed his eyes and allowed Draco to continue his ministrations.
When Harry opened his eyes a minute later, he saw Ron staring at him and Draco with an expression of utter horror and disgust, as if he’d come face to face with an acromantula. Harry didn’t care, though, because Draco was slowly unzipping his trousers and slipping his hand inside.
“God,” Harry whispered before he could stop himself.
“I didn’t know you thought so highly of me, Potter,” Draco said quietly, smirking.
Harry didn’t bother responding, because he was so fucking close and all he wanted was to come. He put his hand on top of Draco’s encouraging him to rub harder.
“You like it rough like that?” Draco asked, his words and his breath on Harry’s neck making him shiver.
“I’ll show you how rough I like it.”
The pressure in his groin was at its peak, and his legs were trembling in anticipation of his oncoming orgasm.
“Come to my room after class,” Draco whispered, “I’ll let you show me.”
It was too much. Harry came, shooting ribbons of come over Draco’s hand. By the time he recovered, Draco was once again working on his potion as if nothing had ever happened. Ron was looking rather ill.
“That’s a zero for today, Potter,” Snape called from the front of the class.
“That’s a first,” Harry mumbled as he began putting his things away. Just as he was ready to run out of the classroom, Draco grabbed his wrist.
“Wait.”
Harry wanted to listen to his better judgment and leave, but that scent was making his cock stir again. He watched Draco’s graceful figure as he brought his potion up to show Snape. When he returned, they were on their way to Draco’s dorm, followed by many pairs of disbelieving eyes.
When they arrived in the Slytherin dormitory, Harry wasted no time in throwing Draco onto his bed and tearing off his clothes. He craved the scent of Draco’s bare skin.
Draco was surprisingly submissive, which made it all the better, because Harry was hornier than he’d ever been in his life, and he didn’t need the blond slowing him down.
“Needy, aren’t we?” Draco asked as Harry lay down on top of him, still in his robe, and began to sniff and lick his neck.
Draco moaned, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. Harry couldn’t wait any longer. He presented Draco with two fingers to suck on, and the blond took them in between his lips and swirled his tongue around them, making Harry’s stomach twist into knots. When Draco began to slide Harry’s digits in and out of his mouth, as if he were giving head, Harry couldn’t take it any more and pulled his hand away, bringing it in between their bodies and Draco’s legs.
Gently, if a little impatiently, Harry pushed into the Slytherin who held his breath and tensed, but otherwise didn’t protest. Harry began to slide his fingers in and out of the body beneath him, and when he curled them, he brushed Draco’s prostate, making him buck and moan beneath him.
Harry’s cock decided that his partner was ready, and he pulled out his digits and used them to unzip his trousers and take out his stiff length. Dipping his fingers into a jar that Draco handed him, Harry scooped out a generous amount of lubricant and slathered it onto his cock.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of Draco. He waited until the blond relaxed, laying kisses on his neck and chest. Draco nodded to let him know it was okay to continue, and it was enough for Harry to begin thrusting enthusiastically in between his legs. Draco was tight and hot around his cock, and he smelled like lemon drops and sex. Harry couldn’t restrain himself from pounding his partner into the mattress with vigor.
“Yes, fuck me,” Draco cried encouragingly.
Harry was glad Draco could take it fast and hard—he’d expected him to be as much of a whiner in bed as he was at any other time, but that wasn’t the case. He thrust harder and harder still, until he was pummeling Draco with as all of his strength and the blond was gripping onto his robe as if for dear life, crying out on every thrust.
When Draco finally howled his release and his muscles clamped down on Harry’s cock, he brought Harry over the edge with him. Harry saw sparks as his orgasm ripped through him and collapsed, trembling, on top of Draco.
He felt a strange sensation as he climaxed—as if an enchantment had broken. He’d suspected, as soon as he identified the scent of the scarf with Draco, that the Slytherin had cast some kind of love spell on him. Now, he was sure, but it didn’t matter. He was no longer under its influence, and Draco still smelled as tantalizing as before. He looked gorgeous, too, lying there in post-coital bliss, damp with perspiration. Harry kissed his forehead; the sweat dotting it tasted salty on his lips.
“Are you gonna leave?” Draco asked, his voice betraying just a hint of anxiety.
“Maybe,” Harry said. “Or I can stay and allow you to return the favor.”
Draco took about five seconds to think the proposition over, and then he rolled Harry onto his back. “If I shag you, can I have my scarf back?”
Harry shook his head. “It’s the price you have to pay for luring me into your bed.”
“But I might get cold,” Draco said, pressing his lips against Harry’s.
“Don’t worry…” Harry said in between kisses, “I’ll keep you warm.”
The End
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Date: 2006-06-09 07:09 pm (UTC)