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

Payback's a Bitch

Saturday Morning
31 October 2009
Harry's POV

"Harry, love, did you really just Apparate us all the way back home?" Draco asked, chuckling as he continued to taunt and tease me with soft kisses and teasing glides of his tongue along my bottom lip, gently pulling it between his own.

"Mmm," I replied, hands moving to feel for the bottom of his jumper, needing it off of him already but fumbling because they kept getting sidetracked.

By the silky tangle of his hair at the nape of his neck.

The taut ripple of muscle as my fingers trailed down his chest and abdomen.

The front pocket and waistband of his trousers because I needed to pull him even closer to me.

To feel his cock grinding even harder against me while I groaned my desire into his mouth because, goddamn it, did he have to be such a goddamned tease all the time?

"'s your fault," I managed, fingers finally curling themselves into soft cashmere, tugging upwards, urging the luxurious barrier that stood between Draco's smooth skin and my seeking hands out of the way.

"No, it's not," he argued, tongue still battling with mine as his hands reached down to cover my own and keep them from pulling his jumper further up.

"Mm-hmm," I countered, still kissing and tugging, despite his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the backs of my hands, trying to calm me down a little.

"You're the one who started it," I reminded him.

"You're the one who started kissing and teasing and telling me all the naughty things going through that filthy mind of yours."

Because he had.

I'd only been trying to help Fleur find him so they could start doing whatever it was they had to do for their ceremony tonight.

And then Draco had pulled me close, whispering to me all the obscene things he'd wanted to do to me the next time he had a chance, and what the bloody hell else was I supposed to do besides Apparate us somewhere when he'd had me nearly cross-eyed and panting with need?

I wasn't about to fling him to the ground and have my way with him in front of Micah and Fleur.

I mean, I had some decency.

"No," Draco argued back, hands gripping mine more tightly and stopping them short of their goal of ridding him of his sweater.

I went to vanish it, but Draco's hands tightened even further, and his eyes narrowed.

"Don't you dare, Potter," he warned softly, and I knew better than to disobey that voice.

It was the same voice he used when I distracted him from his work.

It meant I was going to get it, and Merlin, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me a thousand times hornier.

I stilled, blinking up at him, wondering what research I could possibly be keeping him from right now.

"I didn't mean to distract you," I told him honestly.

Then, because I remembered that he was supposed to be helping Fleur.

"Is Fleur going to be upset?"

He paused and frowned down at me, letting our hands drop, still clasped, between us.

"Fleur?" he asked, then smiled softly as realisation hit.

"No," he assured me, leaning down to kiss me again. "We'll have plenty of time to get everything ready."