prompt responses - Part 1
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wook77The following is part 1 of all of the 35 prompt responses I received. Anyone that prompted before I cut it off gets a story. I suck at drabbles and so each one is longer than a drabble. Consider these ficlets instead.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think of the stories.
Title: Ties
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wook77
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 596
Warnings: Breathplay, angst
Summary: Draco and Harry confront each other during the time of HBP. Consider this an unwritten part of the book.
A/N: Written for the prompt byciaran_draco – “Harry/Draco – first kiss but with a difference. Breathplay.” This is my first breathplay so feel free to tell me if I go wrong.
Once, when he was about four years old, his Aunt Petunia had held him underwater until he thought he’d drown. It wasn’t an enjoyable experience. Harry could still feel the burn of the soap in his eyes, the dull roar of the voices, the bubbles burning up his nose as he screamed at her to let him go and the frantic thump-thump of his heart as it beat against his chest. The desperate need to breathe overwhelmed his senses and he instinctively knew that should he heed that call, he would drown.
That memory rushed to the forefront of his mind as he felt his tie tightening around his neck. Breath was slowly being cut off as he stared into the face of his rival. Draco Malfoy had caught him in the hallway with an Impedimenta. After binding his arms and legs, Malfoy had released the spell and pulled the tie tight against his neck.
“Why have you been following me, Potter?” The words were hissed out, barely above a whisper and scary in their intensity. Harry didn’t possess the breath to answer.
“Ickle Potty, Saint Potter, cat got your tongue?” Harry desperately wanted to free his hands but he couldn’t figure out how he’d done wandless magic in the past to replicate it now. Only the barest of breath filled his lungs as he struggled against Malfoy. The more he twisted and turned, the less he could breath. Finally, Harry succumbed and leaned forward into the tug. A shallow breath quickly passed his lips.
“Sod off, Malfoy.” The words were raspy as Harry pulled in more and more. He wanted to breathe faster and faster but he knew, just like he’d known at four, that if he gave in to his desire, he would drown.
“Brave words from a captured boy, Potter.” Malfoy had always had a distinct way of spitting Harry’s name. “Tell me, why are you following me?” The tie tightened back into the strangling noose before loosening once more.
“What are you up to, Malfoy?”
“Now, why should I answer that?” Malfoy tugged the tie forward. Soon, the two faces were so close that Harry could feel the slight puff of breath against his face as Malfoy breathed in and out.
“You’re working for Him, aren’t you? What did He promise you?”
“You know nothing, Potter.” Harry was shocked to hear the slightly desperate tone. It was at complete odds with the incensed tone from just a few seconds ago.
“I know that you’re doing something in the Room of Requirement. I know that you have Crabbe and Goyle watching out for you. I know that Snape is helping you. I know that you’re scared of something. He has to have something to make you scared. Dumbledore can help.” Harry watched the emotions flicker through Malfoy’s eyes as he continued on before they hardened once more.
“You know nothing. Perhaps I’m simply meeting up with someone.” Harry shook his head and felt the slight tightening and loosening as he did so.
“Who, then?”
“Perhaps you.” Harry startled at the idea. He didn’t have any time to contemplate it further as he felt lips press against his own. The tie tugged him further into the kiss. Harry kissed back and soon, the tie loosened as Malfoy dropped his end.
Just as Harry started to relive that drowning sensation, Malfoy pulled back.
“I can’t do this.” Turning on one well-shod heel, Malfoy stalked down the hallway.
“Malfoy! Wait, please!” Harry fought against his bonds but it was too late, Malfoy had disappeared from view.
Title: Trading it in.
Author:wook77
Pairing: H/D
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: 664
Warnings: Smut, Fluff-ish
Summary: Harry and Draco discuss getting a new car.
A/N: written for the prompt bysonata_art. Prompt: Harry/Draco, including fast cars and pool table sex. All details on the cars discussed comes THIS WEBSITE .
“Harry, I want it.” The whining tone grated on Harry’s ears. Somehow, Draco always seemed to know exactly what tone to use to annoy Harry the most.
“What do you need that car for?” Harry crossed his arms and leaned against the pool table.
“Come on, Harry, it’s fast and responsive. A twelve second quarter-mile, top speed of over 300 km/h, eight cylinders of power, a gear shift that shifts like a dream…” Draco sounded almost orgasmic over the description of the car. Harry felt jealousy rise within him as Draco continued to drone on about the new car.
“Draco, you already have a Lamborghini Gallardo, what do you need the Porsche 430 for?”
“This one is more responsive, Harry. You know how much I like responsive vehicles.” Harry’s jealousy reached a boiling point and he stalked over to his lover as Draco paced back and forth.
“You like responsive vehicles, do you?” Harry’s voice went low and husky. Draco didn’t notice as he continued to extol the virtues of the new sports car.
“Oh yes, Harry. I love to feel the purr of the engine all around me.” Harry grinned internally. When Draco passed in front of Harry again, Harry grabbed his wrists and stopped him.
“Do you? What else do you like?” Harry drifted his hands across Draco’s waist until he reached the belt buckle. Slow movements undid the buckle and lowered the zipper. A soft shift of fabric and the button at the top undid itself. Harry grinned as he saw Draco shiver.
“I love that I could go so fast in it. It’s an intense ride.” The words went huskier and needier and Harry knew Draco finally caught on.
“Really? You like to go fast, do you? Intense did you say?” Harry eased Draco’s cock from its confines and rubbed his thumb over the head, shifting the foreskin. It jumped in his hand as he caressed it.
“Fast and intense is good, right? Then again, it could go slow and steady as well. It’s a perfect vehicle for any type of traffic.” Harry merely gave a noncommittal hmmm as he reached for his own belt and pants with his free hand. Using Draco’s cock as a leash, he pulled Draco closer to the pool table. Leaning over, Harry tongued one of the nipples.
“It has amazing stamina, Harry. I want it so bad.” The words moaned out of Draco’s lips as Harry tugged and pulled Draco’s cock at the same time as tonguing his chest. Harry’s free hand groped for his wand and prepared himself.
“Isn’t the new engine smaller than the last? Smaller cylinders…” Harry pulled Draco towards him as they both reclined onto the pool table. “Less horsepower…” Harry let go of Draco’s cock and grabbed his arse instead. “No top drop available?” Harry positioned Draco’s cock and pushed at the hips until Draco was seated within him. A groan answered from both lovers.
“But Harry…” A thrusting rhythm started between them. They’d been together long enough to know what the other wanted. “This one has a pop-up wing.” Draco grabbed Harry’s cock and started to tug. “It has a larger engine.” Draco leaned until he could place a kiss over Harry’s heart. “And, it has a higher boot line. Higher brake lights, harder and more streamlined lines, and an upgraded exhaust system.” Draco bit down on Harry’s nipple, causing him to breathe out harshly. Soon, they were panting and rocking on the pool table.
“God, Draco, don’t stop.” Harry pushed up as Draco thrust in. Harry came with a keening yell. As his muscles clamped down on Draco, Draco came as well.
“Who knew new cars could be so exciting?” Harry wondered as the lovers lay on the felt.
“I did, Harry.” Draco’s superior tone caused Harry to grin and then slap Draco lightly on the shoulder.
“You’re still not getting it. The one you have is good enough.” Draco smiled down at Harry.
“Yes, it is. But I still want the Porsche.”
Title: a body broken, a body spent
Author:wook77
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 690
Warnings: violence, angst, bittersweet
Summary: Harry finally gets Draco where he thought he wanted him.
A/N: In response tocoffeejunkii's first prompt: my heart's a tart, your body’s rent.
my body’s broken, yours is spent. [from "every me every you" by placebo].
Harry was ashamed of his weakness. At the tip of his wand stood his schoolyard tormentor. Draco Malfoy sneered just as he had on the train at the beginning of the Sixth Year as he stomped on Harry’s face. Their relationship hadn’t changed in the interim.
Now that Harry finally had his adversary where he wanted him, Harry couldn’t follow through on the curse. From the triumphant look on Malfoy’s face, Malfoy knew it as well. With a snarl, Harry pulled back his free hand and hit the smirking face with all his might. The resulting crunch of bones was satisfyingly loud.
“Futh you, Pottah.” Whispered the crumpled form as it rose and tackled Harry.
The pair continued to exchange blows as they shifted around the alley. Draco slammed Harry into a refuse bin and the resultant crack of ribs put another triumphant smirk on his face. This was promptly replaced by a grimace of pain as he was forced to expel air when his stomach caved under the hit.
Eventually, the combatants lay panting on the pavement. Draco looked far worse than Harry. Draco’s body was broken, his nose persisted in gushing blood and the pulsating ache in his chest and abdomen told him that he had more than one rib broken. A pained groan slipped past his lips.
Harry, on the other hand, caught his breath and pulled himself to a seated position. His body was spent but nothing was broken other than a rib. After locating his wand, Harry pointed it once more at his enemy.
“Stand up. I’m going to let someone else take care of you.” Harry’s tone was harsh and biting.
“Thod off, Potter.” Draco flopped a hand over his eyes.
“I mean it, Malfoy. You’re coming with me whether you want to or not.”
“I meant thod off with thtanding. You broke my ribth, you wanker.” Harry stumbled to his feet and moved over to the prone body. Rough hands palpitated the injuries. Quick healing spells took the edge off the pain. Harry tugged Draco to a seated position. With knees pulled to their chests, they looked at each other for an indeterminable minute before their gazes shied away.
“Why do we always hurt each other?” Harry’s words were soft, as if he didn’t want them answered.
“That’s the way it’s meant to be between us.” Draco’s response was equally as quiet.
“I wish…” Harry looked at Draco once more, “I wish things could change. Do you ever wish it were different?” Draco looked up and rested his chin on the arms looped around his up-drawn knees.
“Sometimes, but it’s useless to wish. They never come true.” As Draco’s gaze started to turn down, Harry reached out quickly and cupped his chin.
“I still wish that we’d been friends. I wish...I wish there wasn’t always this hate between us. Do you think someday that there could anything else?” Draco’s face pushed against Harry’s hand as it tried to look away. “Look at me when you answer, Draco. Please?” Harry could see the need, that overriding desperate need, race across Draco’s face before the mask slammed down and hope skittered away.
“I don’t know, Harry.” The words were softer than Harry had expected from the sharpness of the expression.
“Why do we use each other? It’s like we’re rentboys for each other.”
“I don’t know, Harry.” Another soft response before the tone hardened. “Take me to wherever we’re going or let me go.”
“Just go, Malfoy.” Harry’s hand dropped from the chin shortly before he stood and turned his back.
“Harry.” His name drifted in the wind. He didn’t see the hand reach out for him as he shook his head negatively.
“Just go. Once more, you’ve shown me that my heart is a tart.” A kiss ghosted across the back of his neck. It could’ve been the wind but Harry wished.
“I wish too.” Harry wasn’t sure if Draco’s voice actually said the words or if he imagined them as the crack of Apparition echoed through the alley. His posture slumped shortly before he Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.
As always, I'd love to hear what you think of the stories.
Title: Ties
Author:
wook77Rating: PG
Wordcount: 596
Warnings: Breathplay, angst
Summary: Draco and Harry confront each other during the time of HBP. Consider this an unwritten part of the book.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
ciaran_draco – “Harry/Draco – first kiss but with a difference. Breathplay.” This is my first breathplay so feel free to tell me if I go wrong.Once, when he was about four years old, his Aunt Petunia had held him underwater until he thought he’d drown. It wasn’t an enjoyable experience. Harry could still feel the burn of the soap in his eyes, the dull roar of the voices, the bubbles burning up his nose as he screamed at her to let him go and the frantic thump-thump of his heart as it beat against his chest. The desperate need to breathe overwhelmed his senses and he instinctively knew that should he heed that call, he would drown.
That memory rushed to the forefront of his mind as he felt his tie tightening around his neck. Breath was slowly being cut off as he stared into the face of his rival. Draco Malfoy had caught him in the hallway with an Impedimenta. After binding his arms and legs, Malfoy had released the spell and pulled the tie tight against his neck.
“Why have you been following me, Potter?” The words were hissed out, barely above a whisper and scary in their intensity. Harry didn’t possess the breath to answer.
“Ickle Potty, Saint Potter, cat got your tongue?” Harry desperately wanted to free his hands but he couldn’t figure out how he’d done wandless magic in the past to replicate it now. Only the barest of breath filled his lungs as he struggled against Malfoy. The more he twisted and turned, the less he could breath. Finally, Harry succumbed and leaned forward into the tug. A shallow breath quickly passed his lips.
“Sod off, Malfoy.” The words were raspy as Harry pulled in more and more. He wanted to breathe faster and faster but he knew, just like he’d known at four, that if he gave in to his desire, he would drown.
“Brave words from a captured boy, Potter.” Malfoy had always had a distinct way of spitting Harry’s name. “Tell me, why are you following me?” The tie tightened back into the strangling noose before loosening once more.
“What are you up to, Malfoy?”
“Now, why should I answer that?” Malfoy tugged the tie forward. Soon, the two faces were so close that Harry could feel the slight puff of breath against his face as Malfoy breathed in and out.
“You’re working for Him, aren’t you? What did He promise you?”
“You know nothing, Potter.” Harry was shocked to hear the slightly desperate tone. It was at complete odds with the incensed tone from just a few seconds ago.
“I know that you’re doing something in the Room of Requirement. I know that you have Crabbe and Goyle watching out for you. I know that Snape is helping you. I know that you’re scared of something. He has to have something to make you scared. Dumbledore can help.” Harry watched the emotions flicker through Malfoy’s eyes as he continued on before they hardened once more.
“You know nothing. Perhaps I’m simply meeting up with someone.” Harry shook his head and felt the slight tightening and loosening as he did so.
“Who, then?”
“Perhaps you.” Harry startled at the idea. He didn’t have any time to contemplate it further as he felt lips press against his own. The tie tugged him further into the kiss. Harry kissed back and soon, the tie loosened as Malfoy dropped his end.
Just as Harry started to relive that drowning sensation, Malfoy pulled back.
“I can’t do this.” Turning on one well-shod heel, Malfoy stalked down the hallway.
“Malfoy! Wait, please!” Harry fought against his bonds but it was too late, Malfoy had disappeared from view.
Title: Trading it in.
Author:
wook77Pairing: H/D
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: 664
Warnings: Smut, Fluff-ish
Summary: Harry and Draco discuss getting a new car.
A/N: written for the prompt by
sonata_art. Prompt: Harry/Draco, including fast cars and pool table sex. All details on the cars discussed comes THIS WEBSITE .“Harry, I want it.” The whining tone grated on Harry’s ears. Somehow, Draco always seemed to know exactly what tone to use to annoy Harry the most.
“What do you need that car for?” Harry crossed his arms and leaned against the pool table.
“Come on, Harry, it’s fast and responsive. A twelve second quarter-mile, top speed of over 300 km/h, eight cylinders of power, a gear shift that shifts like a dream…” Draco sounded almost orgasmic over the description of the car. Harry felt jealousy rise within him as Draco continued to drone on about the new car.
“Draco, you already have a Lamborghini Gallardo, what do you need the Porsche 430 for?”
“This one is more responsive, Harry. You know how much I like responsive vehicles.” Harry’s jealousy reached a boiling point and he stalked over to his lover as Draco paced back and forth.
“You like responsive vehicles, do you?” Harry’s voice went low and husky. Draco didn’t notice as he continued to extol the virtues of the new sports car.
“Oh yes, Harry. I love to feel the purr of the engine all around me.” Harry grinned internally. When Draco passed in front of Harry again, Harry grabbed his wrists and stopped him.
“Do you? What else do you like?” Harry drifted his hands across Draco’s waist until he reached the belt buckle. Slow movements undid the buckle and lowered the zipper. A soft shift of fabric and the button at the top undid itself. Harry grinned as he saw Draco shiver.
“I love that I could go so fast in it. It’s an intense ride.” The words went huskier and needier and Harry knew Draco finally caught on.
“Really? You like to go fast, do you? Intense did you say?” Harry eased Draco’s cock from its confines and rubbed his thumb over the head, shifting the foreskin. It jumped in his hand as he caressed it.
“Fast and intense is good, right? Then again, it could go slow and steady as well. It’s a perfect vehicle for any type of traffic.” Harry merely gave a noncommittal hmmm as he reached for his own belt and pants with his free hand. Using Draco’s cock as a leash, he pulled Draco closer to the pool table. Leaning over, Harry tongued one of the nipples.
“It has amazing stamina, Harry. I want it so bad.” The words moaned out of Draco’s lips as Harry tugged and pulled Draco’s cock at the same time as tonguing his chest. Harry’s free hand groped for his wand and prepared himself.
“Isn’t the new engine smaller than the last? Smaller cylinders…” Harry pulled Draco towards him as they both reclined onto the pool table. “Less horsepower…” Harry let go of Draco’s cock and grabbed his arse instead. “No top drop available?” Harry positioned Draco’s cock and pushed at the hips until Draco was seated within him. A groan answered from both lovers.
“But Harry…” A thrusting rhythm started between them. They’d been together long enough to know what the other wanted. “This one has a pop-up wing.” Draco grabbed Harry’s cock and started to tug. “It has a larger engine.” Draco leaned until he could place a kiss over Harry’s heart. “And, it has a higher boot line. Higher brake lights, harder and more streamlined lines, and an upgraded exhaust system.” Draco bit down on Harry’s nipple, causing him to breathe out harshly. Soon, they were panting and rocking on the pool table.
“God, Draco, don’t stop.” Harry pushed up as Draco thrust in. Harry came with a keening yell. As his muscles clamped down on Draco, Draco came as well.
“Who knew new cars could be so exciting?” Harry wondered as the lovers lay on the felt.
“I did, Harry.” Draco’s superior tone caused Harry to grin and then slap Draco lightly on the shoulder.
“You’re still not getting it. The one you have is good enough.” Draco smiled down at Harry.
“Yes, it is. But I still want the Porsche.”
Title: a body broken, a body spent
Author:
wook77Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 690
Warnings: violence, angst, bittersweet
Summary: Harry finally gets Draco where he thought he wanted him.
A/N: In response to
coffeejunkii's first prompt: my heart's a tart, your body’s rent.my body’s broken, yours is spent. [from "every me every you" by placebo].
Harry was ashamed of his weakness. At the tip of his wand stood his schoolyard tormentor. Draco Malfoy sneered just as he had on the train at the beginning of the Sixth Year as he stomped on Harry’s face. Their relationship hadn’t changed in the interim.
Now that Harry finally had his adversary where he wanted him, Harry couldn’t follow through on the curse. From the triumphant look on Malfoy’s face, Malfoy knew it as well. With a snarl, Harry pulled back his free hand and hit the smirking face with all his might. The resulting crunch of bones was satisfyingly loud.
“Futh you, Pottah.” Whispered the crumpled form as it rose and tackled Harry.
The pair continued to exchange blows as they shifted around the alley. Draco slammed Harry into a refuse bin and the resultant crack of ribs put another triumphant smirk on his face. This was promptly replaced by a grimace of pain as he was forced to expel air when his stomach caved under the hit.
Eventually, the combatants lay panting on the pavement. Draco looked far worse than Harry. Draco’s body was broken, his nose persisted in gushing blood and the pulsating ache in his chest and abdomen told him that he had more than one rib broken. A pained groan slipped past his lips.
Harry, on the other hand, caught his breath and pulled himself to a seated position. His body was spent but nothing was broken other than a rib. After locating his wand, Harry pointed it once more at his enemy.
“Stand up. I’m going to let someone else take care of you.” Harry’s tone was harsh and biting.
“Thod off, Potter.” Draco flopped a hand over his eyes.
“I mean it, Malfoy. You’re coming with me whether you want to or not.”
“I meant thod off with thtanding. You broke my ribth, you wanker.” Harry stumbled to his feet and moved over to the prone body. Rough hands palpitated the injuries. Quick healing spells took the edge off the pain. Harry tugged Draco to a seated position. With knees pulled to their chests, they looked at each other for an indeterminable minute before their gazes shied away.
“Why do we always hurt each other?” Harry’s words were soft, as if he didn’t want them answered.
“That’s the way it’s meant to be between us.” Draco’s response was equally as quiet.
“I wish…” Harry looked at Draco once more, “I wish things could change. Do you ever wish it were different?” Draco looked up and rested his chin on the arms looped around his up-drawn knees.
“Sometimes, but it’s useless to wish. They never come true.” As Draco’s gaze started to turn down, Harry reached out quickly and cupped his chin.
“I still wish that we’d been friends. I wish...I wish there wasn’t always this hate between us. Do you think someday that there could anything else?” Draco’s face pushed against Harry’s hand as it tried to look away. “Look at me when you answer, Draco. Please?” Harry could see the need, that overriding desperate need, race across Draco’s face before the mask slammed down and hope skittered away.
“I don’t know, Harry.” The words were softer than Harry had expected from the sharpness of the expression.
“Why do we use each other? It’s like we’re rentboys for each other.”
“I don’t know, Harry.” Another soft response before the tone hardened. “Take me to wherever we’re going or let me go.”
“Just go, Malfoy.” Harry’s hand dropped from the chin shortly before he stood and turned his back.
“Harry.” His name drifted in the wind. He didn’t see the hand reach out for him as he shook his head negatively.
“Just go. Once more, you’ve shown me that my heart is a tart.” A kiss ghosted across the back of his neck. It could’ve been the wind but Harry wished.
“I wish too.” Harry wasn’t sure if Draco’s voice actually said the words or if he imagined them as the crack of Apparition echoed through the alley. His posture slumped shortly before he Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.
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Date: 2005-11-03 03:14 pm (UTC)Hopefully it was what you wanted ;)