Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Bewitched

But it never came.

I was hallucinating. Had to be.

Harry was standing in my reception, right hand holding the lamp, having caught it right after apparating (into my fucking flat, I might add) with his ridiculous Seeker skills. Bastard.

"Did you know I was coming, Malfoy?" he asked, snickering. "I figured you were gonna be upset to see me, but honestly...."

I'd forgotten to reset my wards.

"Just letting off some steam, Potter," I managed. "May I help you?"

He smirked, releasing the lamp and sending it back over to the end table nearest me.

"Thought you'd never ask," he admitted, walking towards me, and I decided that Potter smirking was a decidedly dangerous thing.

He was sloshed, I realised, as he came to a halt in front of me, loopy grin in place, eyes just a shade too bright.

Well, maybe not quite, but a tad past tipsy, at least.

"Want your cock, Malfoy," he sighed, sinking to his knees before me, hands coming to rest on my knees, spreading them slightly apart.

Well, shit.

"'S so good," he went on, hands sliding up my thighs, green eyes flickering shut.

"No one else gives me cock the way you do," he added, leaning forward to press his cheek to my thigh, eyes opening to gaze up at me before turning his head to give my inner thigh a nibble.

"No?" I managed, staring down at the sight below me.

"Mm-mm," he shook his head, setting a hand on each of my thighs and pushing himself up to look me in the eye.

"None of them tease me," he informed me, frowning petulantly, reaching to unbutton my shirt. "Just give me what I want when I say I want it," he added, as though this were an egregious crime.

His hands moved down to begin unfastening my trousers, and I found my nerve and, more importantly, my voice.

I reached forward with my left hand to caress his cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into the caress.

"Aww, kitten," I purred. "You're kidding me."

"No," he answered, shaking his head emphatically. "They do," he insisted, hands tugging at my waistband now that my trousers were undone.

I raised my hips so that he could slip them down, not even caring that my cock was already hard.

"Mmmm," he sighed, leaning forward to lap at the tip.

"What do you think you're doing, Potter?" I demanded, gripping the hair on the back of his head and pulling him away. Torturous as that was.

My Harry needed to be toyed with, apparently.

And I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.

"I," he gasped, staring up at me while biting that insufferable lip of his. "I," he said again, gaze sliding down to take in the length of me.

"Please?" It wasn't really a question. A sigh. Pure, undisguised longing. And who was I to deny that?

I released my hand, carding my hand through that ridiculous silken mop, trailing my fingers along his cheek, then that sweet mouth, before pulling away entirely.

"Go ahead, Harry," I murmured, watching him.

He sighed happily and leaned forward, tongue reaching out to lap at my slit.