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July 23, 2004

RATING: R

FANDOM/SPOILERS: Harry Potter. Books and movies.

SUMMARY: Harry/Draco. It's too hot.

DISTRIBUTION: Archive anywhere. Email forwarding allowed.

DISCLAIMER: Rowling, not me.

NOTES: Written in 45 minutes for the contrelamontre prostitution
challenge.


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by Halrloprillalar - prillalar@gmail.com

"Don't touch me," Harry whispered. "It's too hot." Too hot, too
close, too dark, too dusty. They had been hiding for hours now and
Harry was covered in sweat and grime, his sodden shirt clinging to
his back, grit crunching between his teeth.

Draco moved his hand onto Harry's chest, pulled at his shirt.
"Can't you say anything else? 'Don't touch me', 'don't use magic',
'don't stop running', 'don't talk to anyone', 'don't talk to me'."

"Not now," Harry said and took Draco by the wrist. Draco wrenched
away and put his hand on Harry's belly, where his shirt was riding
up. The skin was wet, clammy. Draco's hand was hot and Harry
squirmed away from him. "Be quiet, Draco."

Draco got his other hand on Harry and pushed his shirt up further.
The air was stifling and the touch was unpleasant in the heat.

"Don't you ever want to do anything but fuck?" Harry said and moved
again. But now his back was to the wall and Draco was all but on
top of him, hissing in his ear.

"Is there anything else you want me to do? If so, you've never let
me know." Draco leaned in and Harry turned his head. The kiss fell
on Harry's neck and he could smell both of their bodies now, rank
and feverish. He pushed at Draco but didn't dare use much force.
They could not be discovered here. Draco pressed closer and spoke
against Harry's mouth. "As that's all you want from me, I'll give
it to you. To do my part." He bit Harry's lip and Harry tasted the
stale sour breath of him, the dirt and perspiration on his lips.

"Get off," Harry said but Draco's hand was in Harry's lap, touching
him through his trousers and Harry was angered to feel himself
respond. "No," he said but Draco didn't stop and Harry sucked in
the air that Draco breathed out and felt like he was going to be
sick.

Sick or not, he could feel the pressure building and the sounds
that Draco could always drag out of him forming at the back of his
throat. Draco pressed his other hand over Harry's mouth and Harry
strained against it, knowing that he must be silent and that he
never could be when Draco was touching him.

Then the pressure in his body and his brain was much too much, a
bladder blowing up and up and pressing at the underside of his
skin. Draco breathed hot breath on Harry's face and a drop of sweat
rolled down Harry's back. Draco took his hand away but it was far
too late and Harry's gasp was loud in the dark room.

"Fuck you, Draco," Harry said and pushed him off. And then he heard
the footsteps.

"Is he there?" A light flared and Harry saw them: four Death Eaters
and Draco holding Harry's wand.

"He's there," Draco said. "Now about my fee..."

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