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[reenka]

...I just had the most disturbing vision out of the corner of my eye, of my plushie!Harry with long wild black hair o_0 Y'know, but still with his messed-up striped t-shirt & jeans & glasses & stuff.

As flash occurred, I realized I would possibly adore girl!Harry even more than boy!Harry, in a way. In an OMG CRUSH sort of way o_0 He's just. My darling as a boy, but as a girl he's. Just. Dude. Breasts o_0 Awkwardness. Still wearing boy clothes. And blushing a lot. And still being very angry. And punching Ron for staring. And. Suddenly getting weird reactions about... boys. Which may or may not have always been there. And. Liking Ginny more. And. Omg, breasts.


Feel like the biggest perv that ever lived o_0 I know Silvia wrote it, but see. This is less about the funny (though still funny) and more about the. Y'know. Sex. And gender-bending. And Harry not being gorgeous! Just lanky & skinny & with wild hair & small breasts & still the urge to kick things. Like, he's totally the same except. Y'know. Yeah.

Girl!Harry & Hermione, ack. He'd like-- go to her for advice and-- stuff-- and-- fumbling would occur, and. It would be so awkward! And. Hot! And Ron! Poor Ron, with the staring and the being rather awkward and messed with and. Ack! And. Draco would. Be so confused. And angry. And confused. And how could he act the same way? Potter is a GIRL! It's just. Too weird. So. He just. Avoids. And wanks. And stalks, like in the shower or something. o_0

Seriously have to fight urge to write girl!Harry. Ack. Someone talk me out of this...! Please.

Wah. Okay I think I've purged it. 'Cause clearly it's not going anywhere, it's just-- ack short skirts & knobby knees...! And Draco like, fainting (and we can't forget Ron-- what with the wanting to grope Harry's breasts 'cause they're mates & that's the sort of favor one would expect), and Hermione being protective (or possessive! Harry, you must take care of yourself now that you're one of us!) and Ginny deciding she's gay (well, she is in my head) and. Omg. Everyone Wants Harry = Reena Is Ever So Lame. It's just. I can't decide who to pair her with-- I just think everyone would be confused, it's not that they all want her. It's just that... hormones are everywhere. And she wanks a lot. And possibly I could see it being H/D but mostly. Girl!Harry. Still angry. Ack. And violent! And. Getting into physical fights!! Omg. See, this is why I should be asleep now. Bad Reena, no Mary-Sue!Harry for you. *slaps own wrist*
~~

PS. potter_mouth can most definitely have my babies anytime, anywhere. Forget about that girl!Harry thing, I'm totally sold on the testosterone overload, I really am. CALL ME, BABY. :-*
    I mean, it's likely enough you like boys, but you being fictional & me being creative, we can work something out, non?

Comments

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[malafede.livejournal.com]

No, I told you, I valued your friendship.

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

*laughs and laughs*

You really do remind me of Draco sometimes <3

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[malafede.livejournal.com]

Now you're just being insensitive.

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Hey man, I meant that affectionately :P

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[malafede.livejournal.com]

While having his man fuck Ron?

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

<3 jealous?

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[malafede.livejournal.com]

It's just a matter of style.

Re: Everyone Wants Harry

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

"S-stop!" Malfoy screamed. He bucked wildly, only succeeding in impaling himself further on Harry's needy cock.

Harry's eyes rolled back as he panted, hands clenched around Malfoy's waist. "Can't-- I-- god--" His thighs shook, muscles nearly cramping with the strain of pumping so fast. He babbled continuously now, while Draco only keened at the back of his throat, his sweaty, pale limbs smacking back noisily with every thrust.

He hadn't touched Malfoy's dick this whole time, but from the gurgling noises the other made, he didn't have to bother. He'd stopped yelling protests a while go, only sobbing incoherently and twisting his hips back.

Harry's lips curled violently around his teeth in a silent snarl, and his fingers pinched and pulled and kneaded at Malfoy's sweat-slick lower belly, finally tangling in the small thatch of dark blond pubic hair.

"Y-you-- this is all your f-fault," he panted, groaning loudly as Malfoy's balls slapped wetly against him. "Sogood-- fuck-- can't-- can't even stop-- need to fuck you-- never stop--"

He pulled compulsively at Malfoy's sparse, silky hair, fingers skidding yet lower to rolls his tightening balls in rhythm to Harry's rapid fucking. "So-- hard-- you keep-- watchin' me like-- I can't help it-- nnngh-- makin' me wanna-- f-fuck-- in front of 'em-- show 'em you're-- aaaagh--!"

Draco didn't make a sound throughout this tirade, but his tissues clenched down around Harry's twitching prick, and warm thick fluid coated Harry's fingers.

Harry yelled something incoherent, milking Malfoy's cock as it jerked in his fist again and again, just as his own spurted repeatedly inside Malfoy's shuddering body. He was still shooting his load when he collapsed onto Malfoy's back, his strength failing him. Malfoy whimpered and his arse managed to clench weakly yet again, leaving both of them moaning in exhaustion.

Malfoy's come pooled with Harry's beneath them, coagulating and finally stiffening the sheets, but neither moved from where they lay, Harry sprawled on top of Draco with his semi-hard prick still lodged inside him.

Malfoy's neck was awash in salty wetness, and Harry's tongue traveled along its length in lazy, sated zig-zags.

When he fastened his mouth in place and sucked, Malfoy mumbled something into the damp pillow. Harry thought it sounded like his name.

A quarter of an hour had probably come and gone before Malfoy spoke wearily, barely moving his mouth to enunciate. "Can't fuck me if you want to fuck around, Potter. I'll fucking cut your balls off if you push."

"Mmmm," Harry mumbled, kissing the place he'd recently hurt, tonguing it a bit. "Got it. No fucking half of Hogwarts in some attempt to-- mmmm-- push you."

"I'd fucking strangle you and be done with it if I wasn't so bloody knackered, arsehole."

Harry laughed softly, rolling off with a sigh. "You know I want you all the bloody time, you wanker. No room left for anyone even if I fancied it, is there?"

Malfoy popped open a single bleary blue-gray eye. There was currently only the lightest circle of that color around the hugely dilated pupil, though. "You fucking owe me big for this," he said hoarsely. Wits returning slowly, but his voice wouldn't entirely come back until Harry let up on the face-fucking a bit, and of course that was how Harry liked it.

"For what?" Harry smirked, watching Malfoy's well-used arse glisten with sweat and come. He wanted to lick it off already, and his heart was still beating too fast.

"Making me picture Weasley naked, nitwit." He grunted indelicately. "I have a delicate constitution, Potter, and some things cannot be tolerated in good conscience."

"Yeah," Harry said absently, slowly raising a sluggish arm to rest his palm firmly on Malfoy's pleasantly firm backside. "Got it, baby. We're totally clear. You don't want to fuck Ron. Okay." Thoughtfully, he pinched a bit, making Malfoy jump, cursing.

Malfoy had just opened his mouth and got to an indignant "Pot--!" when two slicked digits disappeared up his upturned arse, and the rest came out as a squeak. "B-bastard!" he stuttered, his hips undulating against the mattress. "Don't you -dare- fucking-- sssstop!"

"Never planned on it," Harry said brightly, and squirmed closer for a bite.

are you hitting on me?

[malafede.livejournal.com]

... God.

Re: are you hitting on me?

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

haha! *coughs* I'd have said something but I ran out of room ^^;;;;;;

was that weird? er. I was just randomly inspired on the bus & then remembered the jealousy thing halfway ><



......i was really hoping it wouldn't seem odd, but then you randomly drabble at me at times, so. anyway :>

Re: are you hitting on me?

[malafede.livejournal.com]

It was not a freaked out kind of "God."

:-"

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

...this whole you/Draco semi-RP thing does get... thorny sometimes :> :>
As far as Draco goes, I'm 100% certain he'd be jealous, of course :>

Re: :-"

[malafede.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think Draco/me goes as far as bad traits go. I mean, his good traits, I don't have them.

He'd be jealous like a kid with his voldie plushie.

Re: :-"

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

What good traits? *ducks*
though I generally tend to think jealousy is cute. like a voldie plushie. and then there's the fact that to me, it's just an excuse for sex.



teehee it was fun writing porn back and forth, man.
though I'm starting to feel less than creative, especially since I just read this fic where they fucked with one of them holding the other up vertically(!!) & upside down (!!!!)

Though there's no reason to write it if it's not one's kink, is there. Well, unless it's one's RP partner's kink, ahahahahah. *coughs*

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

name a kink.

holding the other up vertically(!!) & upside down (!!!!)

I... don't understand... Mom, I'm scared...

Re: :-"

[malafede.livejournal.com]

now i'll try to drabble for them all.

ahaha, yeah, the whole "you're my hero, but i'll take every shred of dignity you have away, here, let me spank you" uke-harry syndrome is really a kink i don't share... MAYBE YOU COULD TELL.

Malfoy chuckled, “I always knew you were a cock whore.”

MY EYES!!!!

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

blood-play--> not anal, I mean, like, licking... swords... mmm

“Stay where you are, Potter.”

Malfoy didn’t look right.

The weapon didn’t belong with him, for once. It wasn’t the simple fact that he wasn’t the Slytherin heir by a long shot, and the Staff wasn’t going to be anything more than a battered old club. Malfoy looked bent under its weight, even while he handled it with technical flawless art. But Malfoy didn’t belong in black robes and the rancid smell of long dead bodies and the burning pounding of rain. He belonged in unwrinkled robes just out of fresh smelling laundry and the brightest corner of the Library and the pompous tones of Grumbumble draught debates and Harry’s bad.

“I told you – don’t fucking get close!”

Malfoy swung the Staff around, his own body swaying with effort, and Harry took another step forward.

“Stop it, I told you, just stop doing that, you can’t enter Slytherin soil, I’m not going to let you do that -

Harry took another step. His heart was beating wildly but the rain was louder than that, even, and the Malfoy Mansion ruins glittered of white stone and the black pattern of broken incantations. Malfoy guarded his temple, eyes rabid, the panting coming like a rippled hiss through his teeth. They widened in fear and a murderous thirst for revenge when Harry kept advancing.

“You can’t do this, Potter, I’m going to kill you first –

Harry’s hands were empty.

“You can’t take this too, this is mine, do you hear me? MINE!”

The club swung again. Harry ducked down just in time, and Malfoy stumbled with the propulsion, and when he raised his bloody drenched head again his eyes were wet with frustration.

“Leave me alone!”

Harry stopped.

“It’s MINE! I’LL KILL IT FIRST!”

Malfoy stood straight, finally, his dirty skinny body lean and the arc of his arm graceful. It trembled, then Malfoy clenched his fist around the Staff and all was still. The Snake head was pointed on the scattered stones, the topless column, the bloodied pentacles.

“I’ll kill it first, Potter,” he murmured again, and somehow through the rain, Harry heard him.

He was feet away from Malfoy now, the tiredness in his body as violent as the icy rain, his boots unrecognizable under the bath of mud. He’d conquered everything he had to conquer, and he had no enemies any longer, and he did’t want Malfoy to be his last. He’d conquered everything they asked him to, and the only place he’d wanted for himself was impossible to reach.

If you try to take it he’ll kill himself, if you go away your hands will be always empty. There was no trespassing that confine. Harry raised a hand and offered it to Malfoy.

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

“It’s not yours,” he said. His fingers shook with fatigue. “It’s mine, don’t you get it?”

Malfoy’s lips stretched back around his teeth, the snarl of a dying man. “You greedy little bastard –

“No. I don’t care. I’m not letting you. I can take this as well, you know. Before you can as much as crack a brick. Take the Staff away. You’re not free to do as you please –

Malfoy’s arm shook violently. When the convulsion had passed, more angry tears spilled down his face, drawing patterns in the mud.

Like incantations. They looked good on him. Possession.

“I’m not free, am I? THAT’S IT, ISN’T IT? I CAN’T HAVE WHAT IS MINE AND I CAN’T BE FREE AND YOU DON’T WANT ME TO BE FREE BECAUSE I HAVEN’T FUCKING DESERVED, DID I? I’LL KILL MYSELF FIRST –

“I’m not going to let you free because you need to be happy first.”

A blinding white light exploded in Harry’s head when he threw himself at Malfoy – Malfoy’s arm jerked forward like a self-preservation instinct, and the Staff hit his temple so hard he thought he heard bones cracking. But no, and the second after that they were on the ground, rolling, more mud on Draco’s body and more blood on Harry’s body, and face, and Malfoy clenched his teeth with a sort of never surrendering helplessness. The rain never stopped, but at one point their bodies did, right in front of the heart of the Mansion, the last unconquered land, all that was left over of Malfoy. Harry blocked him, holding him down with his weight, lodging himself firmly in the curve of Malfoy’s legs. His palm connected with the Staff and his fingers curled around it gently, unviolently, taking possession of the Slytherin Snake more easily than he ever possessed Malfoy.

It fleshed again – the white light of power – inside Harry like pain and power and magic, another flesh of white when the Snake inside the Staff came to life, again, like it was supposed to be, where he was supposed to be, in the Slytherin heir’s hand.

Malfoy growled and struggled and never stopped crying, even when the violent resistence of his hand was melted by the Snake own recognition of its Master.

He drew a breath, shuddering, turning his head away. “… You couldn’t stop, could you? You had to take it, didn’t you? You can never leave me alone, can you?”

Malfoy’s hand fell to the ground, a bloodied lump, chopped and scorched into submission by the Snake’s invisible blades. A blade for every scale, for every cell of skin the Basilisk shred, for every slitherin contortion of the blond boy who held Harry between his legs.

Harry took his hand. “I can never leave you alone,” he said against the slashed skin, and his tongue rasped softly against him, healing what he had just harmed. “I can’t let you free,” Harry was shuddering, too, and his eyes wet and laden with tears. “You need to be possessed first. You can’t be free if you aren’t mine first.”

Malfoy’s hand opened, slowly, and the spasms of his body slowed, his sobs subdued. Harry’s tongue entered every crevice. It was inside every vein.

“You don’t know how to be free, Draco.”

There was a wail, Malfoy's last tired buckle. Harry slid further inside the fold of his body.

“I don’t want to be free of you,” he whispered to the pelting rain, sucking blood like a lifeline, stocking himself with poison to never go without again.

(next one: taIlored to your needs. sorry for incompetence, etc.)

Re: :-"

[malafede.livejournal.com]

genderfuck--> cross-dressing, gender-switch, etc (.....nngh)

He was still curled into a ball, hugging and hiding himself and cracking with murderous rage. Harry sat down next to him, a hand resting gently on his shaking spine, and the armchair gave under his weight, squashy and comfortable in a way Draco detested.

Draco growled and shot into a sitting position, slapping Harry’s hand away. “I’m going to kill Weasley.”

“Yes.” Harry bit his lip, and tried to make his smile sweet. “You told me so.”

“DON’T PATRONISE ME! I’M GONNA KILL YOU AS WELL !” Draco’s arms jerked forward, and the tips of his small, short-nailed fingers brushed against Harry’s throat. Draco’s impossibly huge eyes flashed with triumph and anticipation, eyelids blacker and longer than they had ever been, before something moved, painfully. The flesh over his body tugged down, and then surged upwards again, bouncing and bobbing like an unwanted, contagious appendix.

Harry’s eyes followed, hypnotised, uncaring of any upcoming strangulation. Draco’s breath stopped, his eyes followed, and with a wail, he let his arms fall and cross over his chest and went back inside his foetal shell.

“I’m going to delete Gryffindor,” he muttered. “Go away.”

“Draco…”

“Don’t! Use that voice now. If you as much as try to touch me again I’m going to eat your balls.”

Harry swallowed. He wasn’t thinking about his endangered balls, he was thinking about touching and being told off. This was not so dramatic as Draco was making it out to be. This was unexpected and shocking and he could and did understand that Draco had trouble adjusting… but Harry didn’t. He just had no trouble at all.

He wasn’t even as surprised as he should have been. That Malfoy made such a perfect girl, it didn’t surprise him. That he hadn’t mourned the loss of Malfoy cock yet, he was even less surprised.

Maybe Harry wasn’t as gay as he thought.

“I think my teeth are sharper now.”

Maybe Draco was not as much of boy as he thought.

Harry was getting another erection. Something was wrong with him today. Something other than Draco’s girl bits.

“Draco, Ron is working on the antidote right now…”

“Oh, he is WORKING. I guess I should be GRATEFUL.”

“No, but don’t kill him for real, eh? I think Hermione has already come close this morning.”

“He deserves everything she can dish out.”

“Not that I think it was unwarranted –

“I hope she’s still dabbling in Dark Arts.”

Harry snorted. “Hermione doesn’t do Dark Magic, Draco.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.” He wailed again, suddenly, the keening sort of battle roar of a defanged lion, and shuddered, he drew his legs higher into his belly. “Go away. I don’t want you close to me right now. I am all wrong. I smell all wrong.”

The smell was different, all right, though it was anything but wrong. Harry’s eyes tailed the progress of Draco’s body endings, the places where bones met and crossed and became angles, different angles than they were yesterday. Draco’s rear was still skinny, but it was round too, ripe and tender-looking. Under his trousers, no longer perfectly fitting, the form of his lover was changing with every shudder. Harry felt his mouth go dry with the urge to bite, like sinking his teeth in a tangy tartlet, new but at the same time familiar, roofed with the cream of some exotic fruit.

His head lowered slowly, that addition of flesh tantalising and yet it was still Draco, still the same, and what was that smell he called wrong? It wasn’t wrong at all, it was heady and it made Harry’s nostrils flare and he wondered if it could be distilled and kept away –

“GO AWAY!” Draco shrieked.

Harry burst to his feet.

“Right. I’ll go check on Ron’s progresses.”

“That one has not progressed since he was two. Just do me a favour and collective-suicide, and I’ll have Professor Snape end my misery.”

Even his voice was softer – softer and more pointed at the same time. Even his rage was all different. Tangy different exotic rage –

“…Checking on Ron’s progresses.”

(the rest after lunch. need porn batteries.)

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

http://www5e.biglobe.ne.jp/~makofu/kuro_033.htm


... man.

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of Penelope's fics, & yours a bit. Draco's all possessed/possessive and Harry's all zen & at peace with Draco needing him & stuff. It reminds me of my early experience of H/D, when Draco was all cold & fey & Harry was all kinder & pre-OoTP & delicate in his own way.

So -that's- why I used to write atmospheric angstfics with no sex~:)

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

* * *

Sometimes he almost wants to say the words, but his lips turn blue, and it's not enough. He's silent as he lays his cheek against Harry's back, and traps Harry's heart between it and his hand.

He wants to tell Harry every secret he's never admitted he knew, but he can't. Harry would listen, and his eyes would shutter and he'd walk away with a slow, even gait, and then Draco would grow slowly colder until the winter found its way beneath his fingernails. It would be over, he thinks. If he speaks, it would be over.

==

Harry looks down at the long, pale fingers resting on his chest, and he can't move. If he moves, Draco will startle and jerk away; if he moves, he'll remember why he should really get going; if he moves, he'll turn around and see Draco there, looking at him with those empty cold eyes full of everything Harry hates.

Harry doesn't look at Draco. He just listens to him breathe and watches the sky.

He remembers.

He remembers flying together earlier that day. He remembers hexing Draco off his broom earlier that year, when he thought it might be entertaining. He remembers visiting Draco in the hospital, holding those long fingers beneath his own, and waiting.

He remembers how Draco woke up and refused to speak. He looked at Harry with withering, accusing eyes, and something in Harry's stomach had tightened. Guilt.

The next morning, Draco owled him an empty parchment, and it was only a month later that the hidden words finally crumpled underneath yet another spell: "I love you," it said. "I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I have you." It went on and on in endless repetition, the elegant, pointed scrawl going straight off the page. Harry couldn't tell which was true and which wasn't; which was written first and which was written last. He didn't think he wanted to know.

==

Draco shivers, though Harry's back is warm and his breathing even. Harry never remarks on Draco's infrequent, silent breaks from their warfare, and neither of them mentions it. They don't look at each other, so it doesn't really happen. It's not real like this, is it.

In a minute, Draco will get up. He'll walk away slowly, waiting for Potter to move, which he won't. He's Potter, and he thinks this is all Draco deserves. Maybe he's right.

==

Harry feels so calm.

Draco fits snugly against his back, like he belongs there. This feels okay, though it shouldn't. It doesn't hurt until afterwards; Harry's heart is suspended, barely beating in his own chest. It's okay as long as Draco stays still like this. They can breathe the stilted winter air and wait it out.

Harry feels so calm.

==

Sometimes Draco thinks he's about to speak, but then Harry moves, and instead he gasps.

* * *

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

Sometimes he wants to save the world, the one he's staring at, the one in the distance, while Malfoy slumbers against his back, a hand cradling Harry's heart inconsciously.

From Hogwarts, from the gallery encircling the second and from the arch they are framed in right now, the world is just another sunset, and then another night, and then another sunshine. It's got no details, it's the idea of a land far, far away, one that Harry and Draco couldn't reach anyway.

Draco's hand curls around his robe, over the even, unperturbed beating of Harry's heart.

"Weren't you sleeping?"

Draco pressed himself closer.

"Are you thinking to run away again?" he asked, his voice still drowsy and unconnected, not fully awake.

"Yes," Harry answered, without moving, letting Draco enfold him. "But not there."

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[switchknife.livejournal.com]

Draco coming soundlessly! Post this on Pornish Pixies!

*bites hand*

*whimpers*

*runs off to wank*