Part 2 of the Prompts
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wook77Another compilation of prompt responses. These are all H/D.
As always, concrit welcomed with open arms (these are unbeta'd).
Title: Kinky Bugger
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wook77
Rating: R
Wordcount: 946 (I so suck at drabbles)
Warnings: misuse of brooms, spoilers for HBP, smut
Summary: It’s moving day and Harry remembers while Draco forgives.
A/N: written fordeliciantasy's prompt of: “H/D misuse of school ties and brooms. No non-con.”
It was time. Moving day had come and Harry needed to purge. These thoughts all raced through Harry’s brain as he stared at the daunting task lying before him. Shoved into the closet of the spare room were boxes stuffed with old magazines, seasonal clothes and papers. In addition, there were racing brooms and his school trunk.
A smile lit his face as he looked at the school trunk. Ignoring the rest of the mess, he pulled and twisted the trunk until it finally popped out of its hole at the bottom of the stack. When the rest of the clutter crashed down, Harry rolled his eyes and flipped the lid open.
On the top were his school uniforms, old Quidditch robes and some of his text books. The first items Harry pulled out were his Quidditch robes. Holding them up to his nose, he could still smell the sweat and the grass. It was a uniquely Quidditch smell and as it raced around his senses, Harry wanted desperately to get back onto a broom and fly, full-tilt, after the Snitch.
Putting the robes to the side, he started pulling out the textbooks. When he came to the copy of the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book, memories assaulted him. He could still see Dumbledore’s body tumbling off the Tower, a shaking hand holding a wand, a body bleeding on a bathroom floor. A deep breath calmed his nerves as Harry stared at the book.
“What do you have there, Potter?” Harry jumped and hugged the book tight against his chest.
“Just some old school stuff.” With a lithe grace Harry still found hard to believe, Draco walked across the room.
“You’re a mess, Harry.” Once upon a time, the voice would have been biting and mean. Now, however, it was indulgently wry.
“In more ways than one.” Harry mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Harry raised his head and held out the book. Draco took it wordlessly and started to thumb through it. Harry knew when Draco found out just what was bothering him as the indulgent smile faded and the pages stopped turning.
“Sectumsempra.” Without lifting his gaze away from the pages, Draco breathed the word.
“Do you ever hate me for it?” Draco finally looked up and saw how worried Harry was.
“At one time, yes. Now?” Harry nodded. “Now, no. You didn’t know, Harry. Besides, it worked well on Voldemort, didn’t it?” Harry nodded again.
“Let’s exorcise these demons, shall we?” A smile finally passed Harry’s lips as he watched his lover grab the school uniform.
“Do you know what my fantasy was in the Sixth Year?” The Gryffindor tie emerged and was pulled taut between Draco’s hands. Without giving Harry time to respond, Draco continued, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
A muttered spell and Harry lay, unable to move, on the floor. Draco leaned over him and tied his hands together above his body. The smirk reminded Harry of the childhood Draco, fresh from a win at the Quidditch Pitch or even those horrid “Potter Stinks” buttons.
“What else do we have in here?” Draco obviously didn’t expect a response as he dug through the trunk. “You still have this?” One of the buttons in question still blinked feebly in his hand.
Draco leaned in and sniffed. “You don’t stink now.” Harry wanted to laugh but Draco’s spell made him unable to perform even that slight of a movement.
“Ahh, now this is interesting.” Harry couldn’t quite see what Draco pulled out of the trunk.
“You’re far too overdressed for this.” Another murmured spell and Harry’s clothes disappeared. “Now, you’re not dressed enough. Let’s make you pretty, shall we?” Another tie, this time Slytherin colored, snapped before being tied onto his…Harry gasped…Draco had tied the old school tie to his cock. A blush heated Harry’s face. The embarrassment didn’t affect the arousal burning underneath his skin. If anything, it heightened the excitement.
“Don’t you make a picture?” A chuckle followed and the blush spread over the rest of his body.
“Harry, you haven’t seen anything yet.” The lascivious grin on Draco’s face made Harry want to squirm. Unsure of whether or not he would enjoy what Draco had planned, Harry watched Draco go into the closet and pull out the Nimbus 2001.
“Do you know how many times I hated this broom? Of course you don’t. More than the spell, I hated you for beating me. This broom epitomizes those defeats.” Draco stalked over to Harry.
When Draco stood over the immobilized man, he brushed the scratchy tips of the broom down Harry’s body. A slight smile lit Draco’s lips as he brought the broom back up. Harry could feel his balls tightening as his arousal rose. He had no clue where Draco was going with this but he wanted.
“I’ve always wanted to see you like this. While Madame Pomfrey was treating me, while I bled, while I watched you catch the Snitch, over and over.” Draco’s voice was low and seductive. Harry fought against the spell holding him captive.
“Suck it.” Harry was released from the spell just as the broom handle lay across his lips. Draco’s reaction as Harry darted out his tongue to lick over the lettering brought Harry ever closer to the edge.
“I’d much rather be sucking you.” Draco’s eyes went wide as Harry swallowed as much of the broom as he could.
As Harry sucked, his cheeks hollowed. A small noise escaped as Harry regained suction on the broom handle. Roughly pulling the broom out of Harry’s mouth, Draco dropped and crushed his own lips against Harry’s. It didn’t take much before both were crying out their pleasure.
“I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“I didn’t think you’d think of it, kinky bugger.”
“Over your snit?”
“Love you.”
Title: Promises, promises
Author:wook77
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 169
Warnings: um, err, fluff-ish?
Summary: Harry flirts with disaster and the Malfoy wrath.
A/N:original_lie’s prompt: “You're flirting with disaster, you realize.”
“You’re flirting with disaster, you realize.” Draco’s voice was seductive and low.
“I’m willing to take the risk.” Harry’s answer was equally as low. As pissed off as Draco was, he couldn’t help the small twitch his cock gave.
“You mess this up and I will have to take revenge.” Draco twisted to try to get a peek.
“Promises, promises.” The patented Malfoy smirk flitted across Harry’s face. The small twitch turned into full-on arousal.
“I’m not joking, Potter. You mess this up and I will have my revenge.” The smirk passed once more as Draco watched Harry taunt him with the object in question.
“It’s only this once.”
“For now, it’s only this once. There’s always a next time with you.” Draco wanted desperately to stop Harry but the wheel of Fate was already turning.
“Get over it, Malfoy. I’m doing this.” With that, Harry turned on his heel.
“You better bring my shirt back in pristine condition!” A laugh echoed down the hall. “I’m not joking, Potter! Potter?!”
Title: Follow
Author:wook77
Rating: R
Wordcount: 604
Warnings: cross-dressing, smut, possible pseudo-crack
Summary: Draco surprises Harry.
A/N:theo_winterwood’s prompt of "H/D - ruby studded corset" (I think you can see where this is going)
When Harry finally arrived home from a horridly wretched day at work, the flat was dark and felt empty.
“Draco?” His voice echoed around the living room. Muttering the spell to turn on the lights as he entered further into the main room of their flat, Harry wondered where his lover could possibly be. When the lights turned on, Harry saw a yellow path on the floor leading down the hallway.
“Follow the yellow brick road.” Draco’s voice purred and Harry swore that he could feel the breath of his lover caress his ear. When he turned around, no one was there.
“Follow the yellow brick road.” The voice came again. Obeying, Harry walked down the hall.
“Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road.” Draco’s voice was enticing as it half-purred and half-sang the words.
“I’m following already. Where am I going is the more important thing.” Harry muttered to himself as the yellow path led him in the spare room.
The sight in front of him froze him in place. There, reclined in a chair with his legs over the one arm, was his lover. That wouldn’t be so abnormal except his lover was in a ruby studded corset, tiny ruby colored women’s knickers and a pair of black heels. Candles lit the room, their wavering light casting an intimate glow. Gobsmacked, Harry didn’t budge as Draco kicked his legs, one after the other, up and off the arm and onto the floor. A bewitching sway to Draco’s hips stole what remained of Harry’s mind.
“Munchkin got your tongue?” The words washed over Harry, not absorbed. Lips suddenly dry; Harry swiped at them with his tongue just as Draco leaned forward and kissed him. Time slowed as they kissed gently.
“You’re so beautiful.” Harry’s words were a prayer, a benediction. The trembling in his hand didn’t shock Harry as he reached out to run a finger over Draco’s collarbone before lowering to trace along the lines of the corset. The edges of the stones weren’t smooth but neither were they sharp as Harry ran his hands down the corset until he reached the knickers.
The tip of Draco’s erection jutted out of the ruby red silk. Draco shuddered as Harry brushed across the top of it before running his hands to cup Draco’s arse.
“Tell me how much.” Draco breathed out before tossing his head backwards. Leaning forward, he grazed his lips across one collarbone.
“I adore your skin, so fair, so lovely.” A small nip from Harry’s teeth punctuated his words.
“More.” Harry smiled before moving lower to lick along the line of the corset.
“You never fail to steal my breath when I see you. You could be naked,” Another nip, “or in a business suit,” Harry darted his tongue under the edge and licked a nipple, “or in this unbelievable outfit and I always,” a soft kiss pressed against the chest, “always feel a clench in my gut before I think, ‘he’s mine, I’m so lucky’.”
Draco’s hands crept around Harry’s back and pulled him closer until the edges of the stones pressed almost painfully into Harry’s chest. No longer gentle, the kisses turned ravenous as they jerked and tugged at Harry’s clothes.
When Draco’s hands started to slip the feminine knickers off, Harry breathed out, “leave them on” before capturing those lipstick smeared lips once more. The lovers rocked and rubbed against each other before Harry came with a cry. Shoving a hand into the knickers, Harry pulled at Draco until he finally shuddered his release.
“You do realize that they were supposed to be ruby shoes, right?”
Title: Fire it up
Author:wook77
Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 508
Warnings: smutty fun
Summary: Draco is tired of comfortable.
A/N:simple_man’s prompt of “H/D - Established relationship, in 20's, "You've got to be kidding…" spark back into relationship”
They’d been together, officially and out of the closet, for only a year. In the closet and unofficially, they’d been together for eight years. In that time, they’d grown comfortable with each other.
Comfortable would have been sufficient for Draco if it didn’t mean a quick peck on the cheek when Harry got home from doing whatever it was he did for a living. Comfortable would have been sufficient for Draco if it didn’t mean a back presented when it came time for bed. Comfortable did not have to mean asexual, as far as Draco was concerned. They were far too young, just in their mid-twenties, to be so “comfortable” with each other.
Deciding that the situation had to change, Draco set out to shock and seduce Harry out of his routine. This entailed hours of planning that Draco gladly did. These hours were then followed up by days of work to put the plan into motion. It would all be worth it in the end, as far as Draco was concerned, when they would shag like teenagers once more.
So it was, on a Thursday afternoon, that he sprang his trap of seduction. Wearing the planned outfit, he carefully posed in full view of the door. Candles flickered sporadically around the room. The scent of jasmine permeated the air.
When the door opened, Draco made sure that his legs were just right as he put a seductive smile on his face. Harry stopped dead in the doorway, causing the smile to widen just a little further. However, as Harry stumbled forward, the smile wiped itself off Draco’s face.
“MY eyes!” The cry of a Weasel and Draco’s mood went from seductive to enraged.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Draco yelled as Harry was shoved into the room, followed by a horde of Weasleys.
“Um, err, I invited a few people over for dinner, Draco.” Draco pushed out of the chair and stormed out, heading towards the bedroom. The slapping footsteps told Draco that Harry was following. As Draco turned to slam the door, one of Harry’s hands shoved its way between the door and the jam. Not caring that it could hurt, Draco still slammed the door. A gleeful smirk passed across Draco’s lips as Harry wrenched his hand back and cried out in pain. Before Draco could lock the door, it flew open and Harry stalked into the room.
“I’m sorry.” Harry cupped his hurt hand to his chest as he leaned his forehead to touch Draco’s. The gesture told Draco more than the words. Draco nodded, rubbing their foreheads together.
“Let me see that.” A tug and Draco cast a healing spell on the injured hand. Pulling it to his lips, Draco kissed it lightly.
“I’m sorry that I ruined your surprise.” Harry turned his head and brushed his lips across Draco’s hairline.
“It’s only ruined if you want it to be.” Draco’s smirk was back and Harry answered it with one of his own. The pair kissed and Draco’s only thought was, “finally”.
Title: La Adoración de los Pastores
Author:wook77
Rating: G
Wordcount: 528
Warnings: err, um, schmaltz-i-ness
Summary: Harry and Draco visit a museum and reflect.
A/N:snottygrrl's prompt – something cultural – museum. All information is garnered from my own visit to El Museo del Prado in Madrid and what I know of the artwork. To view the artwork discussed, please visit this website.
A morosely jealous smile graced Harry’s lips as he stared at the children around him. Trying not to think about his own childhood, he wondered about their lives. Were they ignored or punished for others’ misdeeds? Were they given the scraps instead of the meal? Were they only allowed on the field trip because it would reflect poorly on their families?
Arms snuck around Harry’s waist as a chin dropped onto his shoulder. Leaning back into the embrace, Harry sighed. An echoing expulsion of air brushed past his right ear.
“No thoughts about your family, Harry. We have plenty to see and do without thinking about that.” Harry nodded and pulled away slightly.
“Come on then, let’s go look at some Muggle artists.” Hand in hand, the pair walked further into El Museo del Prado. Stopping every once in a while to look at whatever caught their eye, they continued to make their way deeper into the huge museum.
“There are so many paintings here.” Harry was awed at the enormous size of the museum as they wound their way from gallery to gallery.
“Come on, I want to show you my favorites.” Harry smiled as Draco tugged him further. Harry’s childhood may have been traumatic but Draco’s had been sterile. Both had been denied “normal” childish reactions so the fact that Draco felt comfortable enough to branch out of his shell erased the last of Harry’s sadness.
“He’s a wonderful painter. Supposedly, he wasn’t from Spain but he’s hung here anyway. He’s called ‘El Greco’. Look at the hand placement. Do you see how he painted their fingers?” Harry nodded. In painting after painting, each of the saints and angels had their middle fingers pressed together while the pointer and pinky fingers were pushed out a bit. “That’s symbolic of their intelligence. When El Greco was painting, holding your hand that way meant great respect and intelligence.”
Draco continued to ramble on as Harry studied the different paintings. One in particular caught his eye. La Virgen de la Buena Leche (The Virgin of Good Milk) showed a woman cradling a small baby while an older woman leaned over the mother’s shoulder. The devoted smiles on their faces showed how much they loved the baby. Harry thought about the scrapbook Hagrid had given him. His parents had looked the same way at baby Harry.
“You’re not listening, are you?” Draco’s indulgent tone told Harry that his lover wasn’t the least bit upset with Harry for wandering off.
“No, sorry. Look at them, Draco. They look so happy.”
“Come over here, I want to show you another one. It’s called La Adoración de los Pastores (The Adoration of the Shepherds).” When Harry saw the painting, his eyes went slightly out of focus. Staring at the painting this way, he could imagine his mother where Mary stood. His father took the place of Joseph and the rest of the Marauders became the Shepherds.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you lately?” Draco smirked at Harry.
“You can keep saying it. Someday, I might even believe you.” Hand in hand, they continued to imagine the past, enjoy the present and embrace the future.
As always, concrit welcomed with open arms (these are unbeta'd).
Title: Kinky Bugger
Author:
wook77Rating: R
Wordcount: 946 (I so suck at drabbles)
Warnings: misuse of brooms, spoilers for HBP, smut
Summary: It’s moving day and Harry remembers while Draco forgives.
A/N: written for
deliciantasy's prompt of: “H/D misuse of school ties and brooms. No non-con.”It was time. Moving day had come and Harry needed to purge. These thoughts all raced through Harry’s brain as he stared at the daunting task lying before him. Shoved into the closet of the spare room were boxes stuffed with old magazines, seasonal clothes and papers. In addition, there were racing brooms and his school trunk.
A smile lit his face as he looked at the school trunk. Ignoring the rest of the mess, he pulled and twisted the trunk until it finally popped out of its hole at the bottom of the stack. When the rest of the clutter crashed down, Harry rolled his eyes and flipped the lid open.
On the top were his school uniforms, old Quidditch robes and some of his text books. The first items Harry pulled out were his Quidditch robes. Holding them up to his nose, he could still smell the sweat and the grass. It was a uniquely Quidditch smell and as it raced around his senses, Harry wanted desperately to get back onto a broom and fly, full-tilt, after the Snitch.
Putting the robes to the side, he started pulling out the textbooks. When he came to the copy of the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book, memories assaulted him. He could still see Dumbledore’s body tumbling off the Tower, a shaking hand holding a wand, a body bleeding on a bathroom floor. A deep breath calmed his nerves as Harry stared at the book.
“What do you have there, Potter?” Harry jumped and hugged the book tight against his chest.
“Just some old school stuff.” With a lithe grace Harry still found hard to believe, Draco walked across the room.
“You’re a mess, Harry.” Once upon a time, the voice would have been biting and mean. Now, however, it was indulgently wry.
“In more ways than one.” Harry mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Harry raised his head and held out the book. Draco took it wordlessly and started to thumb through it. Harry knew when Draco found out just what was bothering him as the indulgent smile faded and the pages stopped turning.
“Sectumsempra.” Without lifting his gaze away from the pages, Draco breathed the word.
“Do you ever hate me for it?” Draco finally looked up and saw how worried Harry was.
“At one time, yes. Now?” Harry nodded. “Now, no. You didn’t know, Harry. Besides, it worked well on Voldemort, didn’t it?” Harry nodded again.
“Let’s exorcise these demons, shall we?” A smile finally passed Harry’s lips as he watched his lover grab the school uniform.
“Do you know what my fantasy was in the Sixth Year?” The Gryffindor tie emerged and was pulled taut between Draco’s hands. Without giving Harry time to respond, Draco continued, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
A muttered spell and Harry lay, unable to move, on the floor. Draco leaned over him and tied his hands together above his body. The smirk reminded Harry of the childhood Draco, fresh from a win at the Quidditch Pitch or even those horrid “Potter Stinks” buttons.
“What else do we have in here?” Draco obviously didn’t expect a response as he dug through the trunk. “You still have this?” One of the buttons in question still blinked feebly in his hand.
Draco leaned in and sniffed. “You don’t stink now.” Harry wanted to laugh but Draco’s spell made him unable to perform even that slight of a movement.
“Ahh, now this is interesting.” Harry couldn’t quite see what Draco pulled out of the trunk.
“You’re far too overdressed for this.” Another murmured spell and Harry’s clothes disappeared. “Now, you’re not dressed enough. Let’s make you pretty, shall we?” Another tie, this time Slytherin colored, snapped before being tied onto his…Harry gasped…Draco had tied the old school tie to his cock. A blush heated Harry’s face. The embarrassment didn’t affect the arousal burning underneath his skin. If anything, it heightened the excitement.
“Don’t you make a picture?” A chuckle followed and the blush spread over the rest of his body.
“Harry, you haven’t seen anything yet.” The lascivious grin on Draco’s face made Harry want to squirm. Unsure of whether or not he would enjoy what Draco had planned, Harry watched Draco go into the closet and pull out the Nimbus 2001.
“Do you know how many times I hated this broom? Of course you don’t. More than the spell, I hated you for beating me. This broom epitomizes those defeats.” Draco stalked over to Harry.
When Draco stood over the immobilized man, he brushed the scratchy tips of the broom down Harry’s body. A slight smile lit Draco’s lips as he brought the broom back up. Harry could feel his balls tightening as his arousal rose. He had no clue where Draco was going with this but he wanted.
“I’ve always wanted to see you like this. While Madame Pomfrey was treating me, while I bled, while I watched you catch the Snitch, over and over.” Draco’s voice was low and seductive. Harry fought against the spell holding him captive.
“Suck it.” Harry was released from the spell just as the broom handle lay across his lips. Draco’s reaction as Harry darted out his tongue to lick over the lettering brought Harry ever closer to the edge.
“I’d much rather be sucking you.” Draco’s eyes went wide as Harry swallowed as much of the broom as he could.
As Harry sucked, his cheeks hollowed. A small noise escaped as Harry regained suction on the broom handle. Roughly pulling the broom out of Harry’s mouth, Draco dropped and crushed his own lips against Harry’s. It didn’t take much before both were crying out their pleasure.
“I didn’t think you’d do it.”
“I didn’t think you’d think of it, kinky bugger.”
“Over your snit?”
“Love you.”
Title: Promises, promises
Author:
wook77Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 169
Warnings: um, err, fluff-ish?
Summary: Harry flirts with disaster and the Malfoy wrath.
A/N:
original_lie’s prompt: “You're flirting with disaster, you realize.”“You’re flirting with disaster, you realize.” Draco’s voice was seductive and low.
“I’m willing to take the risk.” Harry’s answer was equally as low. As pissed off as Draco was, he couldn’t help the small twitch his cock gave.
“You mess this up and I will have to take revenge.” Draco twisted to try to get a peek.
“Promises, promises.” The patented Malfoy smirk flitted across Harry’s face. The small twitch turned into full-on arousal.
“I’m not joking, Potter. You mess this up and I will have my revenge.” The smirk passed once more as Draco watched Harry taunt him with the object in question.
“It’s only this once.”
“For now, it’s only this once. There’s always a next time with you.” Draco wanted desperately to stop Harry but the wheel of Fate was already turning.
“Get over it, Malfoy. I’m doing this.” With that, Harry turned on his heel.
“You better bring my shirt back in pristine condition!” A laugh echoed down the hall. “I’m not joking, Potter! Potter?!”
Title: Follow
Author:
wook77Rating: R
Wordcount: 604
Warnings: cross-dressing, smut, possible pseudo-crack
Summary: Draco surprises Harry.
A/N:
theo_winterwood’s prompt of "H/D - ruby studded corset" (I think you can see where this is going)When Harry finally arrived home from a horridly wretched day at work, the flat was dark and felt empty.
“Draco?” His voice echoed around the living room. Muttering the spell to turn on the lights as he entered further into the main room of their flat, Harry wondered where his lover could possibly be. When the lights turned on, Harry saw a yellow path on the floor leading down the hallway.
“Follow the yellow brick road.” Draco’s voice purred and Harry swore that he could feel the breath of his lover caress his ear. When he turned around, no one was there.
“Follow the yellow brick road.” The voice came again. Obeying, Harry walked down the hall.
“Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road.” Draco’s voice was enticing as it half-purred and half-sang the words.
“I’m following already. Where am I going is the more important thing.” Harry muttered to himself as the yellow path led him in the spare room.
The sight in front of him froze him in place. There, reclined in a chair with his legs over the one arm, was his lover. That wouldn’t be so abnormal except his lover was in a ruby studded corset, tiny ruby colored women’s knickers and a pair of black heels. Candles lit the room, their wavering light casting an intimate glow. Gobsmacked, Harry didn’t budge as Draco kicked his legs, one after the other, up and off the arm and onto the floor. A bewitching sway to Draco’s hips stole what remained of Harry’s mind.
“Munchkin got your tongue?” The words washed over Harry, not absorbed. Lips suddenly dry; Harry swiped at them with his tongue just as Draco leaned forward and kissed him. Time slowed as they kissed gently.
“You’re so beautiful.” Harry’s words were a prayer, a benediction. The trembling in his hand didn’t shock Harry as he reached out to run a finger over Draco’s collarbone before lowering to trace along the lines of the corset. The edges of the stones weren’t smooth but neither were they sharp as Harry ran his hands down the corset until he reached the knickers.
The tip of Draco’s erection jutted out of the ruby red silk. Draco shuddered as Harry brushed across the top of it before running his hands to cup Draco’s arse.
“Tell me how much.” Draco breathed out before tossing his head backwards. Leaning forward, he grazed his lips across one collarbone.
“I adore your skin, so fair, so lovely.” A small nip from Harry’s teeth punctuated his words.
“More.” Harry smiled before moving lower to lick along the line of the corset.
“You never fail to steal my breath when I see you. You could be naked,” Another nip, “or in a business suit,” Harry darted his tongue under the edge and licked a nipple, “or in this unbelievable outfit and I always,” a soft kiss pressed against the chest, “always feel a clench in my gut before I think, ‘he’s mine, I’m so lucky’.”
Draco’s hands crept around Harry’s back and pulled him closer until the edges of the stones pressed almost painfully into Harry’s chest. No longer gentle, the kisses turned ravenous as they jerked and tugged at Harry’s clothes.
When Draco’s hands started to slip the feminine knickers off, Harry breathed out, “leave them on” before capturing those lipstick smeared lips once more. The lovers rocked and rubbed against each other before Harry came with a cry. Shoving a hand into the knickers, Harry pulled at Draco until he finally shuddered his release.
“You do realize that they were supposed to be ruby shoes, right?”
Title: Fire it up
Author:
wook77Rating: R-ish
Wordcount: 508
Warnings: smutty fun
Summary: Draco is tired of comfortable.
A/N:
simple_man’s prompt of “H/D - Established relationship, in 20's, "You've got to be kidding…" spark back into relationship”They’d been together, officially and out of the closet, for only a year. In the closet and unofficially, they’d been together for eight years. In that time, they’d grown comfortable with each other.
Comfortable would have been sufficient for Draco if it didn’t mean a quick peck on the cheek when Harry got home from doing whatever it was he did for a living. Comfortable would have been sufficient for Draco if it didn’t mean a back presented when it came time for bed. Comfortable did not have to mean asexual, as far as Draco was concerned. They were far too young, just in their mid-twenties, to be so “comfortable” with each other.
Deciding that the situation had to change, Draco set out to shock and seduce Harry out of his routine. This entailed hours of planning that Draco gladly did. These hours were then followed up by days of work to put the plan into motion. It would all be worth it in the end, as far as Draco was concerned, when they would shag like teenagers once more.
So it was, on a Thursday afternoon, that he sprang his trap of seduction. Wearing the planned outfit, he carefully posed in full view of the door. Candles flickered sporadically around the room. The scent of jasmine permeated the air.
When the door opened, Draco made sure that his legs were just right as he put a seductive smile on his face. Harry stopped dead in the doorway, causing the smile to widen just a little further. However, as Harry stumbled forward, the smile wiped itself off Draco’s face.
“MY eyes!” The cry of a Weasel and Draco’s mood went from seductive to enraged.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Draco yelled as Harry was shoved into the room, followed by a horde of Weasleys.
“Um, err, I invited a few people over for dinner, Draco.” Draco pushed out of the chair and stormed out, heading towards the bedroom. The slapping footsteps told Draco that Harry was following. As Draco turned to slam the door, one of Harry’s hands shoved its way between the door and the jam. Not caring that it could hurt, Draco still slammed the door. A gleeful smirk passed across Draco’s lips as Harry wrenched his hand back and cried out in pain. Before Draco could lock the door, it flew open and Harry stalked into the room.
“I’m sorry.” Harry cupped his hurt hand to his chest as he leaned his forehead to touch Draco’s. The gesture told Draco more than the words. Draco nodded, rubbing their foreheads together.
“Let me see that.” A tug and Draco cast a healing spell on the injured hand. Pulling it to his lips, Draco kissed it lightly.
“I’m sorry that I ruined your surprise.” Harry turned his head and brushed his lips across Draco’s hairline.
“It’s only ruined if you want it to be.” Draco’s smirk was back and Harry answered it with one of his own. The pair kissed and Draco’s only thought was, “finally”.
Title: La Adoración de los Pastores
Author:
wook77Rating: G
Wordcount: 528
Warnings: err, um, schmaltz-i-ness
Summary: Harry and Draco visit a museum and reflect.
A/N:
snottygrrl's prompt – something cultural – museum. All information is garnered from my own visit to El Museo del Prado in Madrid and what I know of the artwork. To view the artwork discussed, please visit this website. A morosely jealous smile graced Harry’s lips as he stared at the children around him. Trying not to think about his own childhood, he wondered about their lives. Were they ignored or punished for others’ misdeeds? Were they given the scraps instead of the meal? Were they only allowed on the field trip because it would reflect poorly on their families?
Arms snuck around Harry’s waist as a chin dropped onto his shoulder. Leaning back into the embrace, Harry sighed. An echoing expulsion of air brushed past his right ear.
“No thoughts about your family, Harry. We have plenty to see and do without thinking about that.” Harry nodded and pulled away slightly.
“Come on then, let’s go look at some Muggle artists.” Hand in hand, the pair walked further into El Museo del Prado. Stopping every once in a while to look at whatever caught their eye, they continued to make their way deeper into the huge museum.
“There are so many paintings here.” Harry was awed at the enormous size of the museum as they wound their way from gallery to gallery.
“Come on, I want to show you my favorites.” Harry smiled as Draco tugged him further. Harry’s childhood may have been traumatic but Draco’s had been sterile. Both had been denied “normal” childish reactions so the fact that Draco felt comfortable enough to branch out of his shell erased the last of Harry’s sadness.
“He’s a wonderful painter. Supposedly, he wasn’t from Spain but he’s hung here anyway. He’s called ‘El Greco’. Look at the hand placement. Do you see how he painted their fingers?” Harry nodded. In painting after painting, each of the saints and angels had their middle fingers pressed together while the pointer and pinky fingers were pushed out a bit. “That’s symbolic of their intelligence. When El Greco was painting, holding your hand that way meant great respect and intelligence.”
Draco continued to ramble on as Harry studied the different paintings. One in particular caught his eye. La Virgen de la Buena Leche (The Virgin of Good Milk) showed a woman cradling a small baby while an older woman leaned over the mother’s shoulder. The devoted smiles on their faces showed how much they loved the baby. Harry thought about the scrapbook Hagrid had given him. His parents had looked the same way at baby Harry.
“You’re not listening, are you?” Draco’s indulgent tone told Harry that his lover wasn’t the least bit upset with Harry for wandering off.
“No, sorry. Look at them, Draco. They look so happy.”
“Come over here, I want to show you another one. It’s called La Adoración de los Pastores (The Adoration of the Shepherds).” When Harry saw the painting, his eyes went slightly out of focus. Staring at the painting this way, he could imagine his mother where Mary stood. His father took the place of Joseph and the rest of the Marauders became the Shepherds.
“Have I mentioned how much I love you lately?” Draco smirked at Harry.
“You can keep saying it. Someday, I might even believe you.” Hand in hand, they continued to imagine the past, enjoy the present and embrace the future.
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