In the Corridor
Feb. 24th, 2005 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magisteraTitle: In the Corridor
Word Count: 100
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: I suck at rating things, but I'd call it a hard-R because here be a little smuttiness.
A/N: Sequel to Hope. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp100 challenge #95, "Root".
"Don't…" Draco tried to back out of the kiss, to pull away from the familiar feel of lips and tongue, but Harry stepped forward. Draco's shoulders met the wall, his retreat cut off. He gasped as clever fingers found their way past robes and shirt to touch skin, so lost in the kiss that he hadn't even noticed Harry working the buttons.
And then the hands moved lower, and Draco's mouth was free to protest as Harry slid down his body to kneel in front of him. "Harry – damn it –"
"Shut up," Harry suggested, swallowing him to the root.
Word Count: 100
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: I suck at rating things, but I'd call it a hard-R because here be a little smuttiness.
A/N: Sequel to Hope. Written for the
hp100 challenge #95, "Root"."Don't…" Draco tried to back out of the kiss, to pull away from the familiar feel of lips and tongue, but Harry stepped forward. Draco's shoulders met the wall, his retreat cut off. He gasped as clever fingers found their way past robes and shirt to touch skin, so lost in the kiss that he hadn't even noticed Harry working the buttons.
And then the hands moved lower, and Draco's mouth was free to protest as Harry slid down his body to kneel in front of him. "Harry – damn it –"
"Shut up," Harry suggested, swallowing him to the root.
