Fic: An Alley (H/D for hd_365)
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wook77Title: An Alley
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Prompt: Anywhere but the bedroom
Warnings: A bit of a scuffle
Summary: Harry is stuck on overnight guard duty when he's attacked.
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Harry hated when he had a day like today. He really hated it when he found himself investigating some dead end case where he was stuck, overnight staring at a house. A socialite's house. A socialite that thought she was being stalked. When she wasn't.
All in all, it was a horrible time. Just to improve his mood, there was a steady drizzle of rain that, despite all the spells he'd cast to stay dry, dripped irritatingly down his neck and slithered between his shoulder blades. He was cold, wet, tired and annoyed at the world at large.
That would probably be why, when the crack of Apparation sounded, Harry jumped and his heart raced. The noise sounded unbelievably loud. By the time Harry stood, he was under a Petrificus.
"This is going on your review." The voice was ominous as the dark shadow stood over him. "You were completely unaware of your surroundings, had this been during the War, Voldemort would be dancing on your corpse right now, Potter."
Harry didn't recognize the voice but knew that it was someone from the office. The mention of "review" was a dead giveaway. Inside his mind, Harry raced to think of a reason why he'd been pouting on the side of the alley when he should have been making rounds.
"Lax attitudes like this are why I treat you and Malfoy the way I do. You're not good enough, not smart enough, and not quick enough to be Aurors. It's your unnatural ways, boy." Harry knew it was Merryweather at this point. There was no one else that would ever speak to Harry this way. He started fighting against the spell, trying to regain movement.
"We'll see if Shacklebolt and Moody will be so willing to keep you around after tonight's activities get back to them." The foot pressed down onto his chest harder. "I've marked you, boy. You're mine now."
When the man took the spell off of Harry, he leapt to his feet and grabbed a fistful of the robes before throwing the other man backwards.
"You son-of-a-bitch! You planned this!" As Harry snarled into the man's face, he realized that the light from the lamps was reflecting off the man's hair wrong to be Merryweather.
Angrily ripping the hood off the man, Harry gasped when he saw Draco.
"You sodding wanker. You absolute sodding wanker! How could you…" Harry was so angry he couldn't continue. Instead, he pressed his face into Draco's neck and bit down, hard. The yelp that answered his gesture eased a bit of the rage. However, Harry wasn't expected the foot that slid down the inside of his leg. His calf muscles protested under the rough treatment and Harry's knee buckled.
As he fell backwards, he fisted his hands into Draco's robes. Luckily, they landed just shy of a puddle. Lips pressed against Harry's as he absorbed the fall.
Their gestures frantic, Harry and Draco started to rip at clothes until finally, gratefully, they touched, skin to skin. The unexpected warmth of Draco's flesh against Harry's chilled chest caused goose pimples to race up and down Harry's body.
"God, Harry, I just wanted to…fuck…keep you company. I…right there for the love of…didn't want you stuck here allooooone all night."
"You scared the shit out of me, Draco. Oh yesssssss I thought I was fucked." Harry arched as Draco slid his hand into Harry's trousers. His hand was damp from the rain and Harry started sliding into sensory overload as Draco moved over him.
Draco's grasp was firm as Harry bucked up into his hands. When Draco latched on to his neck with his teeth, biting down as hard as Harry had earlier, Harry keened. It just was too much. The adrenaline from the attack was still pumping through his veins as Draco jerked and tugged.
Harry came with a cry but didn't pause to absorb it. Instead, he rolled them over and slithered until he could suck Draco's prick into his mouth. What he couldn't immediately swallow, Harry covered with his hands.
He worked his mouth and hands in tandem, sucking and rubbing while Draco's hands fisted in his hair.
"Going to…" Draco bucked and came.
They dressed quickly and, with a grin, Draco Apparated away. Harry shook his head with a bemused smile on his face before starting on his rounds.
The crack of Apparation interrupted him.
"Potter." Merryweather walked towards him. "Good to see that you can go one night without your…" Merryweather left the rest unsaid but Harry could hear the insult in his voice.
"No activity tonight, sir. No one coming or going." Harry smirked to himself.
"Your replacement will be here shortly. Stay alert." With that, Merryweather looked around the alley before Apparating.
Harry only smiled.
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wook77Prompt: Anywhere but the bedroom
Warnings: A bit of a scuffle
Summary: Harry is stuck on overnight guard duty when he's attacked.
A/N: Written for
hd_365Harry hated when he had a day like today. He really hated it when he found himself investigating some dead end case where he was stuck, overnight staring at a house. A socialite's house. A socialite that thought she was being stalked. When she wasn't.
All in all, it was a horrible time. Just to improve his mood, there was a steady drizzle of rain that, despite all the spells he'd cast to stay dry, dripped irritatingly down his neck and slithered between his shoulder blades. He was cold, wet, tired and annoyed at the world at large.
That would probably be why, when the crack of Apparation sounded, Harry jumped and his heart raced. The noise sounded unbelievably loud. By the time Harry stood, he was under a Petrificus.
"This is going on your review." The voice was ominous as the dark shadow stood over him. "You were completely unaware of your surroundings, had this been during the War, Voldemort would be dancing on your corpse right now, Potter."
Harry didn't recognize the voice but knew that it was someone from the office. The mention of "review" was a dead giveaway. Inside his mind, Harry raced to think of a reason why he'd been pouting on the side of the alley when he should have been making rounds.
"Lax attitudes like this are why I treat you and Malfoy the way I do. You're not good enough, not smart enough, and not quick enough to be Aurors. It's your unnatural ways, boy." Harry knew it was Merryweather at this point. There was no one else that would ever speak to Harry this way. He started fighting against the spell, trying to regain movement.
"We'll see if Shacklebolt and Moody will be so willing to keep you around after tonight's activities get back to them." The foot pressed down onto his chest harder. "I've marked you, boy. You're mine now."
When the man took the spell off of Harry, he leapt to his feet and grabbed a fistful of the robes before throwing the other man backwards.
"You son-of-a-bitch! You planned this!" As Harry snarled into the man's face, he realized that the light from the lamps was reflecting off the man's hair wrong to be Merryweather.
Angrily ripping the hood off the man, Harry gasped when he saw Draco.
"You sodding wanker. You absolute sodding wanker! How could you…" Harry was so angry he couldn't continue. Instead, he pressed his face into Draco's neck and bit down, hard. The yelp that answered his gesture eased a bit of the rage. However, Harry wasn't expected the foot that slid down the inside of his leg. His calf muscles protested under the rough treatment and Harry's knee buckled.
As he fell backwards, he fisted his hands into Draco's robes. Luckily, they landed just shy of a puddle. Lips pressed against Harry's as he absorbed the fall.
Their gestures frantic, Harry and Draco started to rip at clothes until finally, gratefully, they touched, skin to skin. The unexpected warmth of Draco's flesh against Harry's chilled chest caused goose pimples to race up and down Harry's body.
"God, Harry, I just wanted to…fuck…keep you company. I…right there for the love of…didn't want you stuck here allooooone all night."
"You scared the shit out of me, Draco. Oh yesssssss I thought I was fucked." Harry arched as Draco slid his hand into Harry's trousers. His hand was damp from the rain and Harry started sliding into sensory overload as Draco moved over him.
Draco's grasp was firm as Harry bucked up into his hands. When Draco latched on to his neck with his teeth, biting down as hard as Harry had earlier, Harry keened. It just was too much. The adrenaline from the attack was still pumping through his veins as Draco jerked and tugged.
Harry came with a cry but didn't pause to absorb it. Instead, he rolled them over and slithered until he could suck Draco's prick into his mouth. What he couldn't immediately swallow, Harry covered with his hands.
He worked his mouth and hands in tandem, sucking and rubbing while Draco's hands fisted in his hair.
"Going to…" Draco bucked and came.
They dressed quickly and, with a grin, Draco Apparated away. Harry shook his head with a bemused smile on his face before starting on his rounds.
The crack of Apparation interrupted him.
"Potter." Merryweather walked towards him. "Good to see that you can go one night without your…" Merryweather left the rest unsaid but Harry could hear the insult in his voice.
"No activity tonight, sir. No one coming or going." Harry smirked to himself.
"Your replacement will be here shortly. Stay alert." With that, Merryweather looked around the alley before Apparating.
Harry only smiled.
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Date: 2006-04-28 06:46 am (UTC)No one coming or going." Harry smirked to himself.
Lucky Harry's not wearing a Blue Dress Merryweather might have been asking more questions(not about Harry actually wearing the dress, although that would be a conversation in itself).