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wook77Ugh, I know it's been forever since I responded to all the prompts I received. I haven't forgotten them. I was busy with a variety of challenges and I apologize profusely for not posting this sooner. Hopefully, you all will forgive me.
So, without further ado, I give you another part of the prompt responses. Please note that there are various ratings and warnings below.
Title: Booty
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wook77
Wordcount: 508
Summary: There were Weasleys as far as the eye could see and Draco was tired of the pirates. Draco finally snaps and threatens Harry’s booty.
Warnings: Horrible puns based on pirate accents and terminology
A/N: forbonfoi’s prompt of “H/D – ‘Land ho!’ pineapple, bonfire, sand - at children's party so they are adults”
He was constantly amazed at what he allowed Harry to talk him into. There he stood, THE Draco Malfoy, scion of the New Wizarding World That Harry Potter Helped Create When He Destroyed He Who Must Not Be Named And Delivered Us All, at a children’s party. Not just any children’s party. Oh no, it couldn’t be a normal dignified party with tasteful decorations prepared by professionals. Instead, it was a Weasley planned party, complete with tacky crepe paper ribbons strung hither and thither, a dancing pineapple, a raging bonfire on the sandy beach and Weasleys as far as the eye could see.
“Argh, you scurvy landlubber! Walk the plank, me boy!” Draco grimaced at the horrendous pirate accent as Harry flopped down next to him on the rock.
“When is this wondrous festival of pirate fun over, Harry?” Using a long-suffering tone that Harry normally couldn’t resist, Draco really wanted the entire experience to end. He thought briefly and romantically about a quick “Obliviate” before deciding that he’d need to remember this event so that he knew to refuse the next time Harry insisted he attend a Weasley child’s party.
“Well, Dread Pirate Pouty Lips, Lenora has to finish unwrapping our gift and then we’ll go.” Draco merely rolled his eyes at Harry’s continued pirate-isms.
“The minute she’s finished tearing the paper off that gift, we’re leaving. Agreed?” It was more of a demand than a request and Harry nodded. Lenora, and which Weasley spawned her, he’d never know nor care to know, quickly unwrapped their gift to the accompaniment of many oohs and aahs.
Grabbing Harry’s hand, Draco Apparated them away, without giving Harry time to give their apologies for leaving.
“What has gotten into you, Draco?” Harry sounded perplexed and looked confused. Shrugging his shoulders, Draco flopped onto the sofa.
“It was an abominable waste of time, Harry. There were far too many Weasleys and kitsch. You know how much I can’t stand kitsch.” Dramatically flinging an arm over his eyes, Draco leaned back into the cushions.
“As it was your decision to leave, rather abruptly and rudely I might add, then you need to come up with something for us to do.” It was Harry’s turn to sound petulant. Draco hated when Harry pouted, it wasn’t easy to cajole him out of the mood. Taking his arm off his face, Draco turned to Harry.
“How about I get a taste of your booty?” Draco leered, content when Harry’s face turned up a smile.
“My booty, eh? What are you going to do to earn that booty?” Draco snorted before standing up and throwing Harry over his shoulder with an oomph of effort.
“This.” Draco carried Harry towards the bedroom. At the sight of the bed, engulfed in pristine white sheets, Draco said, “Land Ho!” before dropping Harry onto the virgin bedding. A giggle, Draco was sure that it emitted from Harry’s lips, and they quickly found something else to entertain them. There was a noticeable lack of crepe paper ribbons, dancing pineapples and sand.
Title: I stare too much
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 574
Summary: The first time it happened, it was an accident, too much alcohol, too much grief and too little thought. The second time it happened, it was cathartic, not enough touch, not enough time, not enough anything. The third time it happened, it just was. Now it was the fourth time and Harry had done the inconceivable, he’d fallen for the enemy.
A/N: forseralis' prompt of “I stop and I stare too much, afraid that I care too much, and I hardly dare to touch for fear that the spell may be broken Depeche Mode ‘The Sweetest Perfection’”
The first time it happened, it was an accident, too much alcohol, too much grief and too little thought. The second time it happened, it was cathartic, not enough touch, not enough time, not enough anything. The third time it happened, it just was.
Now it was the fourth time and Harry had done the inconceivable, he’d fallen for the enemy. Had someone told Harry that he’d be lying in a bed, tracing lazy circles on the back of Draco Sodding Ferret Face Malfoy, Harry would have laughed as he booked a room in St. Mungo’s. However, there he lay, propped on one elbow, tracing lazy circles with a fingertip as he thought about what’d he realized, sunk ball’s deep into that body. He’d fallen for Draco Malfoy.
Afraid to go to sleep, Draco had disappeared the last time that happened, Harry stayed awake with his eyes focused on the slight dip of the spine. The flesh before him was beautiful. It wasn’t perfect by any means with a few scars scattered across it but Harry thought he’d care less if it had been perfect. He’d never had anything firsthand so he was sure that had Draco come to him unmarred and unmarked, he wouldn’t know what to do with him. Instead, Harry felt comfortable with the secondhand nature of the gift in front of him.
His hand slowed and then stopped their circles as he thought of what he would do with his new realization. Things had never been loving between them, never sturdy or steady. Instead, there was always the tug for dominance, for one-up-manship, for winning.
Harry didn’t feel his heart rate increase as he continued to fear his realization. He was shocked to see his hand tremble in front of him as the tip of his index finger rested on Draco’s back, a small bone in the spine pointing and touching. There were too many obstacles, too much to think about, too much too fast too soon too everything. A panting noise filled the air and Harry had to get up and leave, right now, right now, right now.
Jerky movements pulled him out of bed and dragged him across the room to his trousers. The belt wouldn’t fit through the loops, they’d made the pants too small, he thought frantically to himself. He couldn’t, wouldn’t think that it was his shaking hands. He wouldn’t, couldn’t look over at the bed where Draco lay sleeping. How Draco could sleep at the moment, Harry couldn’t understand. Why couldn’t, wouldn’t Draco wake?
As Harry glared daggers at Draco, hands shaking, belt uncooperating, movement slowed. Draco’s eyes opened and blinked once, twice. A bemused smile was quickly followed by a shuttered look.
“Going somewhere, Potter?” The sleepy drawl didn’t take the edge out of the words.
“I can’t stay here.” Harry cursed the frantically scared tone.
“Of course you can, it’s your room, after all.” Harry knew that Draco knew. How could he not know?
“I can’t stay here.” Harry shoved his belt towards a loop once more before muttering, “Sod it.”
“Harry.” One word and that tone, that face, that voice demanded something from Harry. He was afraid to look, to touch, to care.
“Harry.” His name, this time the tone was almost begging, pulled at Harry. His belt fell from his hands as he looked over to the bed, confronting his fears. He was a Gryffindor and he would face them.
Title: Corridor
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 446
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Harry goes for broke and finds that, sometimes, bravery is rewarded.
Warnings: AU 7th Year
A/N: forsmutella's prompt - H/D - parseltongue, exhibitionism, first time and still in school
The war was over and, with information from Malfoy, Harry had beaten back Voldemort. An uneasy truce remained between Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy. Harry wanted to change that state of affairs. So, he stalked Malfoy and, for a moment, he remembered Sixth Year.
Finally, though, Malfoy was alone in the hallway leading from the Charms classroom. Harry quickly snuck up behind him and, before Malfoy could react, thrust him against the wall. Before his courage could fade, Harry pressed his lips to Malfoys.
At the lack of response, Harry was mortified. Disengaging his lips and turning on his heel, Harry started to race off. Had he been quicker, he would not have been caught and, in a reversal, thrust against the wall.
This time, it was Malfoy’s lips that pressed against his. With a moan, Harry opened his lips and tongues parried for dominance. It was unexpected and hot and better than he thought it would be. Then again, he thought he’d be getting a fist to the face so anything was an improvement.
Cool air drifted across his crotch and that was the first hint that Harry had about his pants being open. The hand cupping his cock cemented the fact that his pants were open and they were in the middle of the hallway. Any moment now, a Professor or another student could walk past. It didn’t matter to Harry in the least.
“Fuck, Draco!” Harry called out.
“Do that again.” Draco’s demand registered dimly in Harry’s brain as he frantically tugged at Draco’s clothing.
“Want you. Now. Please.” Finally, the pants opened and Draco’s cock sprang free. Harry touched it with slightly hesitant hands.
“I have no fucking clue what you’re saying, Potter, but keep saying it.” Harry bit back a moan as he got closer to climax.
“What are you on about?” Harry rubbed his thumb across the head of Draco’s prick before grasping it firmly.
“You’re speaking in Parseltongue, idiot.” The insult didn’t have any ire behind it so Harry only laughed which then turned into a groan as Draco slapped Harry’s hand away. The friction of both cocks rubbing against each other sent Harry over the edge with a small scream. Draco quickly followed.
Their sweaty foreheads leaned against each other. Both panted as they tried to catch their breath.
“Is that a yes, then?” Harry didn’t quite believe the calm tone emitted from his mouth.
“Maybe.” Harry laughed, causing their pricks to rub together again. It was almost painful in their sensitivity.
“Dinner during the next Hogsmeade visit?” Draco nodded. They both tucked themselves back into their pants before gathering up their books and going their separate ways.
Title: Hogsmeade
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 580
Summary: After the hallway encounter, the boys have a date to Hogsmeade.
Warning: AU due to HBP, Flangst
A/N: forebony_tears' prompt - what about the middle? So perhaps something awkward, like a date in Hogsmeade under the scrutiny of everyone
The next Hogsmeade visit followed far too slowly after their encounter in the corridor. Every time he looked at Malfoy, Harry would blush before averting his gaze quickly. Laughter would ring out and Harry always thought it was Malfoy laughing at him with his friends.
When that Saturday finally arrived, Harry didn’t want to go. He’d been laughed at far too many times to be comfortable going to Hogsmeade on a date with Draco bloody Malfoy. However, he’d faced the Dark Lord, he could face one Slytherin.
Had it been Ron in his situation, he would have laughed. As it is, he keep taking two steps forward, turning around and taking one step back.
“Oi, Potter, are we going or not?” Draco’s voice echoed throughout Hogwarts and Harry blushed red in mortification.
Before his bravery could fail him one more time, Harry quickly walked down the steps until he leaped and landed in front of Malfoy.
“You ready?” It was a dumb question but Harry just couldn’t help it.
“Obviously. Well?” Harry blushed again before quickly walking out the door. A tug on his sleeve and Harry turned around.
“Are we going together or are you just going to walk about alone?” There should be limits on the amount of time one could blush, Harry thought to himself as he slowed down and walked beside Draco.
The entire walk was slow, awkward and silent. Harry didn’t know what to say and Draco kept tossing sideways glances at Harry.
“What are you looking at?” Finally losing his temper, Harry turned towards Malfoy the next time he looked at him.
“You, you git. What is the matter with you?”
“Nothing, Malfoy.” Harry started walking towards Hogsmeade again. He could hear Draco rushing to catch up.
When Harry grunted, “Lunch?” at Malfoy, he was relieved to see a quick nod answer him. The pair quickly made their way towards the Three Broomsticks, where they sat in the back corner.
“What is the matter with you, Potter?” Harry shrugged. “I’m not going to let this go. If you don’t want to be here, simply say so.” Harry only looked down. “Fine, I have other things I could be doing with my time, you know.”
At the sound of a chair scraping across the wooden floor, Harry looked up again only to see Draco getting ready to leave.
“You’ve been laughing at me behind my back for over a week and you want to know what’s wrong with me? That’s what’s wrong with me, Malfoy. You don’t get to walk away from me. I get to.” Harry stood up and started to storm past Draco before he was grabbed and swung around. It reminded him of their corridor encounter for a brief instant before he stiffened.
“You have quite the imagination, Potter. You’re the one that wants to renege on this date.” The tavern quieted abruptly.
“Because you’ve been laughing at me for a week.” Harry’s voice was hurt.
“I haven’t.” The shocked expression on Draco’s face illustrated how much he was telling the truth.
“Truth?” With a nod, Draco pledged the truth and Harry accepted and quickly sat back down at the table.
With the eyes all around them, the pair continued the dinner, uncomfortably aware of everyone in The Three Broomsticks staring at them as they ate their meal. Finishing quickly, Harry shyly offered his hand. Draco glared at the room before casually grabbing it.
They walked out the door, hand in hand.
Title: Freedom
Author:wook77
Wordcount: 841
Summary: Harry loved the idea of flying, the freedom of it. While enjoying a day without students, Harry runs into an old flame.
Warnings: Use of the hockey phrase “He shoots, he scores”.
A/N: foracciomalfoy's prompt of “H/D - shagging over the quidditch pitch”
Harry held the broomstick securely in his grip as he soared over the Quidditch Pitch. It was quiet, for the moment at least, as the students were at Hogsmeade buying Honeyduke’s candies and Weasley Wizarding Wheezes’ gags. Just the idea of having to look for banned items for Filch made his stomach churn. Instead, he chose to continue soaring and practicing his flying.
It never ceased to make him smile to be up in the air on a broom. The wind in his hair, the remembered roar of the crowd and the feel of the wood in his hands all helped to sooth his nerves away from the stresses of teaching and reigning in Gryffindors of all ages. There were days he wondered why he ever came back to Hogwarts to teach.
The answer came flying full-tilt at him in the shape of Draco Malfoy. On again and off again through the years, Draco and he had a different kind of relationship. Neither could really define why they broke apart and even more puzzling, after the break, why they came back together. It was the way it was and Harry accepted it.
“Come on, Potter, try to keep up.” With that, Draco went racing towards the other side of the Pitch. Harry leaned close to his broom and put on as much speed as he was able. Slowly, Harry began to catch up to the other professor.
When he flew even with Draco, Harry exchanged grins before leaping over to the other broom. It shifted and bucked in the wind. After a few seconds of a nosedive, Draco regained control of the broom. The wind snatched away his curses as he did so. Meanwhile, Harry laughed in enjoyment of the danger and the freedom.
As they finally flew even, Draco yelled back, “What in the name of all that’s holy were you thinking? We could’ve died!”
“Ah, but what a way to go, Draco!” Harry loosened his grip and leaned backwards to enjoy the feel of the body pressed arse to groin with him and the wind at the same time.
“I’m not ready to go, Potter! I actually enjoy living!” Leaning so that he pressed his chest to Draco’s back, Harry lowered his grip and cupped Draco’s groin. It was half hard when he gripped it; it hardened the rest of the way as Harry massaged it.
“You enjoyed it. Don’t lie to me, Draco.” Harry whispered against Draco’s ear. The Charms Professor shivered in Harry’s embraced as Harry’s lips brushed the cartilage.
“What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” The shaky question made Harry smirk.
“I’m about to give you a hand job on the broom. Why? Scared, Malfoy?” The taunt, repeated in so many varieties through the years garnered the reaction Harry wanted. With a groan, Draco released one hand off the broom and grabbed the back of Harry’s head. Craning their necks, the two met in a rough kiss as Harry fumbled with the fastenings on Draco’s trousers.
When he had Draco’s cock in his hand, Harry gave it a squeeze as the chilly air brushed past his hand. He slowly pumped his hand up and down, too slow to bring Draco to climax and too fast to have Draco soften. Breaking the kiss, Harry nipped at the ear next to him.
“Hoops.” Harry whispered.
“What about hoops, Harry? God, can’t you go faster, for fuck’s sake?!” Harry chuckled at the impatient tone before he murmured once more, “hoops, Draco, we’re about to hit the hoops.”
“Oh fuck me!” Draco exclaimed as he dropped both hands onto the broom and they narrowly avoided hitting the giant Quidditch hoops. Instead, the pair soared through the center hoop.
“Very nice, Draco. You should’ve been a Chaser.” Another nip and Harry sped up his rhythm. His own cock was hard against Draco’s arse. Between the feel of the cock in his hands, the press of the arse in front of him and the exhilaration of flying, Harry was about to come; he just wanted Draco to come first.
Using a rougher grip while he squeezed and rubbed Draco’s cock, Harry worked until Draco gave a cut-off shout and came. Harry followed suit quickly.
“He shoots, he scores.” Harry said laughingly as he brought his hand up to Draco’s lips to be cleaned off. Every time Draco sucked in one of his fingers, Harry’s smile increased a bit more.
“Is that some Muggle thing?” Harry laughed again as Draco sounded so disgruntled and hot at the same time.
“It’s not only Muggle, it’s from a game called hockey, played in Canada and the States.” The last finger was cleaned and Harry slid his hand to press it against Draco’s chest.
“Ugh, it’s barbaric, never say it to me again.” The pouting and demanding tone made Harry press his body closer.
“Sure thing, Draco.” Harry wasn’t sure where they were going and where they’d end up once they landed, but the journey for now was nice. He was satisfied with the present.
And thus concludes all but 2 H/D prompts. I have no idea how to do one of them, but I'll try my best. I also have 2 Star Wars and 1 Ginny/Luna to write. Again, I apologize for the delay. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
So, without further ado, I give you another part of the prompt responses. Please note that there are various ratings and warnings below.
Title: Booty
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 508
Summary: There were Weasleys as far as the eye could see and Draco was tired of the pirates. Draco finally snaps and threatens Harry’s booty.
Warnings: Horrible puns based on pirate accents and terminology
A/N: for
bonfoi’s prompt of “H/D – ‘Land ho!’ pineapple, bonfire, sand - at children's party so they are adults”He was constantly amazed at what he allowed Harry to talk him into. There he stood, THE Draco Malfoy, scion of the New Wizarding World That Harry Potter Helped Create When He Destroyed He Who Must Not Be Named And Delivered Us All, at a children’s party. Not just any children’s party. Oh no, it couldn’t be a normal dignified party with tasteful decorations prepared by professionals. Instead, it was a Weasley planned party, complete with tacky crepe paper ribbons strung hither and thither, a dancing pineapple, a raging bonfire on the sandy beach and Weasleys as far as the eye could see.
“Argh, you scurvy landlubber! Walk the plank, me boy!” Draco grimaced at the horrendous pirate accent as Harry flopped down next to him on the rock.
“When is this wondrous festival of pirate fun over, Harry?” Using a long-suffering tone that Harry normally couldn’t resist, Draco really wanted the entire experience to end. He thought briefly and romantically about a quick “Obliviate” before deciding that he’d need to remember this event so that he knew to refuse the next time Harry insisted he attend a Weasley child’s party.
“Well, Dread Pirate Pouty Lips, Lenora has to finish unwrapping our gift and then we’ll go.” Draco merely rolled his eyes at Harry’s continued pirate-isms.
“The minute she’s finished tearing the paper off that gift, we’re leaving. Agreed?” It was more of a demand than a request and Harry nodded. Lenora, and which Weasley spawned her, he’d never know nor care to know, quickly unwrapped their gift to the accompaniment of many oohs and aahs.
Grabbing Harry’s hand, Draco Apparated them away, without giving Harry time to give their apologies for leaving.
“What has gotten into you, Draco?” Harry sounded perplexed and looked confused. Shrugging his shoulders, Draco flopped onto the sofa.
“It was an abominable waste of time, Harry. There were far too many Weasleys and kitsch. You know how much I can’t stand kitsch.” Dramatically flinging an arm over his eyes, Draco leaned back into the cushions.
“As it was your decision to leave, rather abruptly and rudely I might add, then you need to come up with something for us to do.” It was Harry’s turn to sound petulant. Draco hated when Harry pouted, it wasn’t easy to cajole him out of the mood. Taking his arm off his face, Draco turned to Harry.
“How about I get a taste of your booty?” Draco leered, content when Harry’s face turned up a smile.
“My booty, eh? What are you going to do to earn that booty?” Draco snorted before standing up and throwing Harry over his shoulder with an oomph of effort.
“This.” Draco carried Harry towards the bedroom. At the sight of the bed, engulfed in pristine white sheets, Draco said, “Land Ho!” before dropping Harry onto the virgin bedding. A giggle, Draco was sure that it emitted from Harry’s lips, and they quickly found something else to entertain them. There was a noticeable lack of crepe paper ribbons, dancing pineapples and sand.
Title: I stare too much
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 574
Summary: The first time it happened, it was an accident, too much alcohol, too much grief and too little thought. The second time it happened, it was cathartic, not enough touch, not enough time, not enough anything. The third time it happened, it just was. Now it was the fourth time and Harry had done the inconceivable, he’d fallen for the enemy.
A/N: for
seralis' prompt of “I stop and I stare too much, afraid that I care too much, and I hardly dare to touch for fear that the spell may be broken Depeche Mode ‘The Sweetest Perfection’”The first time it happened, it was an accident, too much alcohol, too much grief and too little thought. The second time it happened, it was cathartic, not enough touch, not enough time, not enough anything. The third time it happened, it just was.
Now it was the fourth time and Harry had done the inconceivable, he’d fallen for the enemy. Had someone told Harry that he’d be lying in a bed, tracing lazy circles on the back of Draco Sodding Ferret Face Malfoy, Harry would have laughed as he booked a room in St. Mungo’s. However, there he lay, propped on one elbow, tracing lazy circles with a fingertip as he thought about what’d he realized, sunk ball’s deep into that body. He’d fallen for Draco Malfoy.
Afraid to go to sleep, Draco had disappeared the last time that happened, Harry stayed awake with his eyes focused on the slight dip of the spine. The flesh before him was beautiful. It wasn’t perfect by any means with a few scars scattered across it but Harry thought he’d care less if it had been perfect. He’d never had anything firsthand so he was sure that had Draco come to him unmarred and unmarked, he wouldn’t know what to do with him. Instead, Harry felt comfortable with the secondhand nature of the gift in front of him.
His hand slowed and then stopped their circles as he thought of what he would do with his new realization. Things had never been loving between them, never sturdy or steady. Instead, there was always the tug for dominance, for one-up-manship, for winning.
Harry didn’t feel his heart rate increase as he continued to fear his realization. He was shocked to see his hand tremble in front of him as the tip of his index finger rested on Draco’s back, a small bone in the spine pointing and touching. There were too many obstacles, too much to think about, too much too fast too soon too everything. A panting noise filled the air and Harry had to get up and leave, right now, right now, right now.
Jerky movements pulled him out of bed and dragged him across the room to his trousers. The belt wouldn’t fit through the loops, they’d made the pants too small, he thought frantically to himself. He couldn’t, wouldn’t think that it was his shaking hands. He wouldn’t, couldn’t look over at the bed where Draco lay sleeping. How Draco could sleep at the moment, Harry couldn’t understand. Why couldn’t, wouldn’t Draco wake?
As Harry glared daggers at Draco, hands shaking, belt uncooperating, movement slowed. Draco’s eyes opened and blinked once, twice. A bemused smile was quickly followed by a shuttered look.
“Going somewhere, Potter?” The sleepy drawl didn’t take the edge out of the words.
“I can’t stay here.” Harry cursed the frantically scared tone.
“Of course you can, it’s your room, after all.” Harry knew that Draco knew. How could he not know?
“I can’t stay here.” Harry shoved his belt towards a loop once more before muttering, “Sod it.”
“Harry.” One word and that tone, that face, that voice demanded something from Harry. He was afraid to look, to touch, to care.
“Harry.” His name, this time the tone was almost begging, pulled at Harry. His belt fell from his hands as he looked over to the bed, confronting his fears. He was a Gryffindor and he would face them.
Title: Corridor
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 446
Pairing: H/D
Summary: Harry goes for broke and finds that, sometimes, bravery is rewarded.
Warnings: AU 7th Year
A/N: for
smutella's prompt - H/D - parseltongue, exhibitionism, first time and still in schoolThe war was over and, with information from Malfoy, Harry had beaten back Voldemort. An uneasy truce remained between Harry, Ron, Hermione and Malfoy. Harry wanted to change that state of affairs. So, he stalked Malfoy and, for a moment, he remembered Sixth Year.
Finally, though, Malfoy was alone in the hallway leading from the Charms classroom. Harry quickly snuck up behind him and, before Malfoy could react, thrust him against the wall. Before his courage could fade, Harry pressed his lips to Malfoys.
At the lack of response, Harry was mortified. Disengaging his lips and turning on his heel, Harry started to race off. Had he been quicker, he would not have been caught and, in a reversal, thrust against the wall.
This time, it was Malfoy’s lips that pressed against his. With a moan, Harry opened his lips and tongues parried for dominance. It was unexpected and hot and better than he thought it would be. Then again, he thought he’d be getting a fist to the face so anything was an improvement.
Cool air drifted across his crotch and that was the first hint that Harry had about his pants being open. The hand cupping his cock cemented the fact that his pants were open and they were in the middle of the hallway. Any moment now, a Professor or another student could walk past. It didn’t matter to Harry in the least.
“Fuck, Draco!” Harry called out.
“Do that again.” Draco’s demand registered dimly in Harry’s brain as he frantically tugged at Draco’s clothing.
“Want you. Now. Please.” Finally, the pants opened and Draco’s cock sprang free. Harry touched it with slightly hesitant hands.
“I have no fucking clue what you’re saying, Potter, but keep saying it.” Harry bit back a moan as he got closer to climax.
“What are you on about?” Harry rubbed his thumb across the head of Draco’s prick before grasping it firmly.
“You’re speaking in Parseltongue, idiot.” The insult didn’t have any ire behind it so Harry only laughed which then turned into a groan as Draco slapped Harry’s hand away. The friction of both cocks rubbing against each other sent Harry over the edge with a small scream. Draco quickly followed.
Their sweaty foreheads leaned against each other. Both panted as they tried to catch their breath.
“Is that a yes, then?” Harry didn’t quite believe the calm tone emitted from his mouth.
“Maybe.” Harry laughed, causing their pricks to rub together again. It was almost painful in their sensitivity.
“Dinner during the next Hogsmeade visit?” Draco nodded. They both tucked themselves back into their pants before gathering up their books and going their separate ways.
Title: Hogsmeade
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 580
Summary: After the hallway encounter, the boys have a date to Hogsmeade.
Warning: AU due to HBP, Flangst
A/N: for
ebony_tears' prompt - what about the middle? So perhaps something awkward, like a date in Hogsmeade under the scrutiny of everyone The next Hogsmeade visit followed far too slowly after their encounter in the corridor. Every time he looked at Malfoy, Harry would blush before averting his gaze quickly. Laughter would ring out and Harry always thought it was Malfoy laughing at him with his friends.
When that Saturday finally arrived, Harry didn’t want to go. He’d been laughed at far too many times to be comfortable going to Hogsmeade on a date with Draco bloody Malfoy. However, he’d faced the Dark Lord, he could face one Slytherin.
Had it been Ron in his situation, he would have laughed. As it is, he keep taking two steps forward, turning around and taking one step back.
“Oi, Potter, are we going or not?” Draco’s voice echoed throughout Hogwarts and Harry blushed red in mortification.
Before his bravery could fail him one more time, Harry quickly walked down the steps until he leaped and landed in front of Malfoy.
“You ready?” It was a dumb question but Harry just couldn’t help it.
“Obviously. Well?” Harry blushed again before quickly walking out the door. A tug on his sleeve and Harry turned around.
“Are we going together or are you just going to walk about alone?” There should be limits on the amount of time one could blush, Harry thought to himself as he slowed down and walked beside Draco.
The entire walk was slow, awkward and silent. Harry didn’t know what to say and Draco kept tossing sideways glances at Harry.
“What are you looking at?” Finally losing his temper, Harry turned towards Malfoy the next time he looked at him.
“You, you git. What is the matter with you?”
“Nothing, Malfoy.” Harry started walking towards Hogsmeade again. He could hear Draco rushing to catch up.
When Harry grunted, “Lunch?” at Malfoy, he was relieved to see a quick nod answer him. The pair quickly made their way towards the Three Broomsticks, where they sat in the back corner.
“What is the matter with you, Potter?” Harry shrugged. “I’m not going to let this go. If you don’t want to be here, simply say so.” Harry only looked down. “Fine, I have other things I could be doing with my time, you know.”
At the sound of a chair scraping across the wooden floor, Harry looked up again only to see Draco getting ready to leave.
“You’ve been laughing at me behind my back for over a week and you want to know what’s wrong with me? That’s what’s wrong with me, Malfoy. You don’t get to walk away from me. I get to.” Harry stood up and started to storm past Draco before he was grabbed and swung around. It reminded him of their corridor encounter for a brief instant before he stiffened.
“You have quite the imagination, Potter. You’re the one that wants to renege on this date.” The tavern quieted abruptly.
“Because you’ve been laughing at me for a week.” Harry’s voice was hurt.
“I haven’t.” The shocked expression on Draco’s face illustrated how much he was telling the truth.
“Truth?” With a nod, Draco pledged the truth and Harry accepted and quickly sat back down at the table.
With the eyes all around them, the pair continued the dinner, uncomfortably aware of everyone in The Three Broomsticks staring at them as they ate their meal. Finishing quickly, Harry shyly offered his hand. Draco glared at the room before casually grabbing it.
They walked out the door, hand in hand.
Title: Freedom
Author:
wook77Wordcount: 841
Summary: Harry loved the idea of flying, the freedom of it. While enjoying a day without students, Harry runs into an old flame.
Warnings: Use of the hockey phrase “He shoots, he scores”.
A/N: for
acciomalfoy's prompt of “H/D - shagging over the quidditch pitch”Harry held the broomstick securely in his grip as he soared over the Quidditch Pitch. It was quiet, for the moment at least, as the students were at Hogsmeade buying Honeyduke’s candies and Weasley Wizarding Wheezes’ gags. Just the idea of having to look for banned items for Filch made his stomach churn. Instead, he chose to continue soaring and practicing his flying.
It never ceased to make him smile to be up in the air on a broom. The wind in his hair, the remembered roar of the crowd and the feel of the wood in his hands all helped to sooth his nerves away from the stresses of teaching and reigning in Gryffindors of all ages. There were days he wondered why he ever came back to Hogwarts to teach.
The answer came flying full-tilt at him in the shape of Draco Malfoy. On again and off again through the years, Draco and he had a different kind of relationship. Neither could really define why they broke apart and even more puzzling, after the break, why they came back together. It was the way it was and Harry accepted it.
“Come on, Potter, try to keep up.” With that, Draco went racing towards the other side of the Pitch. Harry leaned close to his broom and put on as much speed as he was able. Slowly, Harry began to catch up to the other professor.
When he flew even with Draco, Harry exchanged grins before leaping over to the other broom. It shifted and bucked in the wind. After a few seconds of a nosedive, Draco regained control of the broom. The wind snatched away his curses as he did so. Meanwhile, Harry laughed in enjoyment of the danger and the freedom.
As they finally flew even, Draco yelled back, “What in the name of all that’s holy were you thinking? We could’ve died!”
“Ah, but what a way to go, Draco!” Harry loosened his grip and leaned backwards to enjoy the feel of the body pressed arse to groin with him and the wind at the same time.
“I’m not ready to go, Potter! I actually enjoy living!” Leaning so that he pressed his chest to Draco’s back, Harry lowered his grip and cupped Draco’s groin. It was half hard when he gripped it; it hardened the rest of the way as Harry massaged it.
“You enjoyed it. Don’t lie to me, Draco.” Harry whispered against Draco’s ear. The Charms Professor shivered in Harry’s embraced as Harry’s lips brushed the cartilage.
“What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” The shaky question made Harry smirk.
“I’m about to give you a hand job on the broom. Why? Scared, Malfoy?” The taunt, repeated in so many varieties through the years garnered the reaction Harry wanted. With a groan, Draco released one hand off the broom and grabbed the back of Harry’s head. Craning their necks, the two met in a rough kiss as Harry fumbled with the fastenings on Draco’s trousers.
When he had Draco’s cock in his hand, Harry gave it a squeeze as the chilly air brushed past his hand. He slowly pumped his hand up and down, too slow to bring Draco to climax and too fast to have Draco soften. Breaking the kiss, Harry nipped at the ear next to him.
“Hoops.” Harry whispered.
“What about hoops, Harry? God, can’t you go faster, for fuck’s sake?!” Harry chuckled at the impatient tone before he murmured once more, “hoops, Draco, we’re about to hit the hoops.”
“Oh fuck me!” Draco exclaimed as he dropped both hands onto the broom and they narrowly avoided hitting the giant Quidditch hoops. Instead, the pair soared through the center hoop.
“Very nice, Draco. You should’ve been a Chaser.” Another nip and Harry sped up his rhythm. His own cock was hard against Draco’s arse. Between the feel of the cock in his hands, the press of the arse in front of him and the exhilaration of flying, Harry was about to come; he just wanted Draco to come first.
Using a rougher grip while he squeezed and rubbed Draco’s cock, Harry worked until Draco gave a cut-off shout and came. Harry followed suit quickly.
“He shoots, he scores.” Harry said laughingly as he brought his hand up to Draco’s lips to be cleaned off. Every time Draco sucked in one of his fingers, Harry’s smile increased a bit more.
“Is that some Muggle thing?” Harry laughed again as Draco sounded so disgruntled and hot at the same time.
“It’s not only Muggle, it’s from a game called hockey, played in Canada and the States.” The last finger was cleaned and Harry slid his hand to press it against Draco’s chest.
“Ugh, it’s barbaric, never say it to me again.” The pouting and demanding tone made Harry press his body closer.
“Sure thing, Draco.” Harry wasn’t sure where they were going and where they’d end up once they landed, but the journey for now was nice. He was satisfied with the present.
And thus concludes all but 2 H/D prompts. I have no idea how to do one of them, but I'll try my best. I also have 2 Star Wars and 1 Ginny/Luna to write. Again, I apologize for the delay. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
