Fic: WWCD?
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wook77Title: WWCD?
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wook77
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D (err, duh?), mentions of Colin Creevey/Parvati Patil
Wordcount: 1373
Prompt: The Letter C
Warnings: Mentions of Het (possibly explicit depending on your views)
Summary: What Would Creevey Do?
A/N: Once I saw the prompt, I really couldn't resist slipping in my het OTP. The het isn't too explicit as far as I'm concerned but that depends on you as well. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
"Colin Creevey, you sly dog." Harry whistled under his breath as he stared at the happy faces as they grinned and waved out of the Daily Prophet.
"What's that?" Draco sounded mildly curious but not too interested from across the table as they ate breakfast.
"Do you remember Colin Creevey?" Harry put the paper down and then laughed at Draco's blank expression. "Remember the kid that followed me around with the camera all the time at Hogwarts?"
"Of course I remember the Potter Fan Club." Draco rolled his eyes before going back to his danish.
"He's engaged to Parvati Patil now." Harry grinned as the pair waved once more.
"The infamous Yule Ball date?" Draco murmured before taking his dish to the sink.
"Yes, that one." It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes as he tidied up the table.
"She was beautiful. You fucked that one up, Harry." Harry's response was another roll of his eyes.
"We're going to be late to work if we don’t hurry up." Instead of heading to the Floo, Draco crossed to the table and picked up the paper.
"Who knew that the pimply little freak would turn out so good looking? They make a fairly attractive couple. Do you think he imagines your face when he looks at her?" The last question was so random that Harry just stood there staring at Draco. "Don't look so offended, Harry. He was obsessed with you for years. An obsession like that doesn't disappear just because you have a hot bird in your bed, you know." With the paper tucked under his arm, Draco left the kitchen without looking back.
Harry only shook his head and followed.
~~**~~
Do you think Creevey dreams of you when he sleeps like I do?
The owl arrived less than twenty minutes after Draco and Harry had arrived to work and a surprisingly polite greeting from Merryweather.
"I need this report by end of day, Potter." Merryweather looked at Harry curiously as he stared at the owl with a horrified expression on his face. "That's not going to affect your punctual reporting, will it?"
"What? No, sir, not at all." Harry slid the parchment underneath a stack of case files. "I'll have the report to you by end of day." The mental image of Draco dreaming of him put a bemused smile on his face as Merryweather left and Harry started working on his report.
~~**~~
Do you think Creevey bites down on her tongue when he sucks it into his mouth like I love to do to you?
The second owl arrived ten scant minutes after the first. The bemused grin quickly turned into shock as he stared at the parchment. That was Draco's handwriting but surely he… he couldn't possibly… he wasn't pondering the sexual habits of Colin Creevey, was he? That just didn't bear thinking about. Harry's mental image of Colin Creevey was a young boy with camera in hand, not one that was able to act in an adult manner let alone in a sexually explicit manner. It was beyond comprehension. It was disturbing. It was… intriguing that Draco admitted to enjoying nipping his tongue as they snogged.
His trousers felt tight as Harry shifted uncomfortably before sliding the parchment under his notes for the case report.
~~**~~
Do you think Creevey takes naughty photographs of them as he slides in like I want to do with you?
The third owl arrived twenty minutes after the second. The mental image was disturbing. He hadn't seen Colin in a few months, not since that disastrous dinner party. Which one, Harry couldn't remember.
After re-reading the note, Harry found his imagination glued to the idea of some faceless person taking photographs as Draco and Harry shagged. It was scandalous and ever so arousing. The tightness in his trousers expanded as Harry imagined it in greater detail. Draco would barely prepare Harry before sliding home and the camera's distinctive click and flash would keep rhythm as they…
The knock on the door to his office startled Harry out of his thoughts.
"Lunch today?" One of the other Aurors in the department popped his head around the door.
"Sorry, can't, Merryweather wants this report by the end of day and of course he just gave it to me this morning." Harry tossed an expressive hand towards the stacks of files.
"That's shite, mate. How do you put up with him?" The man didn't wait to hear Harry's response and, for once, Harry was glad as he pressed his palm firmly into his groin, hoping to relieve a bit of the hardness.
~~**~~
Do you think Creevey sees your eyes when he's getting sucked off just like I love to see yours?
This owl arrived only five minutes after the third.
Harry gaped at the parchment before dropping it in shock. The image was so disturbing, so wrong. The erection hadn't had time to relax and, instead, throbbed in response. This shag-a-day business should have decreased the speed he responded with, right? He shouldn't be this quick to spring to attention at just a few words in Draco's distinctive handwriting.
Once more, Harry pressed his palm against his crotch. The throbbing only increased and Harry found himself rubbing himself. It didn't do much to relieve the ache.
The report stared up at him from his desk but Harry couldn't even remember the name of the assailant let alone what the crime was supposed to have been.
~~**~~
Do you think Creevey calls your name when he wanks like I'm about to do right now?
The owl arrived as Harry stared at the report and continued to rub himself. It had to have been less than five minutes and Harry groaned as he read the contents.
"Sod this." Harry stood up and grabbed the notes he could find before stalking to Draco's cubicle.
"What the fuck is the meaning of this, Malfoy?" Harry tossed the notes onto Draco's desk.
"Problem, Potter?" Draco's damnable left eyebrow raised daringly and only increased the throbbing.
"Sod this." Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and tugged him along, not hearing the protests and demands from Draco.
The door to the loo slammed against the wall as Harry pulled Draco into the bathroom roughly. Pressing his nose against Draco's throat, Harry murmured, "You want to think about Creevey getting a blow job, you do that. You want to think about them fucking, you do that."
Harry bit down on Draco's throat as his hands fumbled with the fastenings on Draco's trousers. Before Draco could protest the rough treatment, Harry slid to his knees and sucked Draco down as far as he could. His right hand grasped the base and gave a firm squeeze.
Harry didn't bother to give much thought to the idea that someone could walk in on them at any moment or that he was kneeling on the floor of the men's loo. Considering the noises coming from Draco, Draco didn't seem to be giving much care or concern to the ideas either.
As Harry continued to bob and suck, he opened his own trousers and started to jerk himself off. He wasn't going to last long, Draco had tormented him far too much.
It was Harry that came first, barely keeping the cry down as he swirled his tongue over the tip of Draco's cock. That was enough to send Draco spiraling.
"Do you think Creevey gets it like that? Do you think they do it in the men's loo?" Draco panted from above Harry.
"Stop! Creevey is a kid that shouldn't have a working cock, you wanker. That's mentally disturbing it is." Harry leaned in and nipped the light bruise already forming from earlier.
"Got you hot and bothered, didn't it? Got you wanting him? Did you see him as you sucked, Harry?" That low seductive tone sent a shiver up Harry's spine.
"Sod off, Draco. You know it was all you. It's always you, don't you get that?" Harry turned so that his nose pressed against Draco's collarbone.
"Let's get cleaned up." Draco pushed Harry off and then wet a towel before swiping at Harry.
"You know that, right?" Harry repeated.
Draco pressed a light kiss against Harry's lips. "I know."
Author:
wook77Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D (err, duh?), mentions of Colin Creevey/Parvati Patil
Wordcount: 1373
Prompt: The Letter C
Warnings: Mentions of Het (possibly explicit depending on your views)
Summary: What Would Creevey Do?
A/N: Once I saw the prompt, I really couldn't resist slipping in my het OTP. The het isn't too explicit as far as I'm concerned but that depends on you as well. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
"Colin Creevey, you sly dog." Harry whistled under his breath as he stared at the happy faces as they grinned and waved out of the Daily Prophet.
"What's that?" Draco sounded mildly curious but not too interested from across the table as they ate breakfast.
"Do you remember Colin Creevey?" Harry put the paper down and then laughed at Draco's blank expression. "Remember the kid that followed me around with the camera all the time at Hogwarts?"
"Of course I remember the Potter Fan Club." Draco rolled his eyes before going back to his danish.
"He's engaged to Parvati Patil now." Harry grinned as the pair waved once more.
"The infamous Yule Ball date?" Draco murmured before taking his dish to the sink.
"Yes, that one." It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes as he tidied up the table.
"She was beautiful. You fucked that one up, Harry." Harry's response was another roll of his eyes.
"We're going to be late to work if we don’t hurry up." Instead of heading to the Floo, Draco crossed to the table and picked up the paper.
"Who knew that the pimply little freak would turn out so good looking? They make a fairly attractive couple. Do you think he imagines your face when he looks at her?" The last question was so random that Harry just stood there staring at Draco. "Don't look so offended, Harry. He was obsessed with you for years. An obsession like that doesn't disappear just because you have a hot bird in your bed, you know." With the paper tucked under his arm, Draco left the kitchen without looking back.
Harry only shook his head and followed.
Do you think Creevey dreams of you when he sleeps like I do?
The owl arrived less than twenty minutes after Draco and Harry had arrived to work and a surprisingly polite greeting from Merryweather.
"I need this report by end of day, Potter." Merryweather looked at Harry curiously as he stared at the owl with a horrified expression on his face. "That's not going to affect your punctual reporting, will it?"
"What? No, sir, not at all." Harry slid the parchment underneath a stack of case files. "I'll have the report to you by end of day." The mental image of Draco dreaming of him put a bemused smile on his face as Merryweather left and Harry started working on his report.
The second owl arrived ten scant minutes after the first. The bemused grin quickly turned into shock as he stared at the parchment. That was Draco's handwriting but surely he… he couldn't possibly… he wasn't pondering the sexual habits of Colin Creevey, was he? That just didn't bear thinking about. Harry's mental image of Colin Creevey was a young boy with camera in hand, not one that was able to act in an adult manner let alone in a sexually explicit manner. It was beyond comprehension. It was disturbing. It was… intriguing that Draco admitted to enjoying nipping his tongue as they snogged.
His trousers felt tight as Harry shifted uncomfortably before sliding the parchment under his notes for the case report.
The third owl arrived twenty minutes after the second. The mental image was disturbing. He hadn't seen Colin in a few months, not since that disastrous dinner party. Which one, Harry couldn't remember.
After re-reading the note, Harry found his imagination glued to the idea of some faceless person taking photographs as Draco and Harry shagged. It was scandalous and ever so arousing. The tightness in his trousers expanded as Harry imagined it in greater detail. Draco would barely prepare Harry before sliding home and the camera's distinctive click and flash would keep rhythm as they…
The knock on the door to his office startled Harry out of his thoughts.
"Lunch today?" One of the other Aurors in the department popped his head around the door.
"Sorry, can't, Merryweather wants this report by the end of day and of course he just gave it to me this morning." Harry tossed an expressive hand towards the stacks of files.
"That's shite, mate. How do you put up with him?" The man didn't wait to hear Harry's response and, for once, Harry was glad as he pressed his palm firmly into his groin, hoping to relieve a bit of the hardness.
This owl arrived only five minutes after the third.
Harry gaped at the parchment before dropping it in shock. The image was so disturbing, so wrong. The erection hadn't had time to relax and, instead, throbbed in response. This shag-a-day business should have decreased the speed he responded with, right? He shouldn't be this quick to spring to attention at just a few words in Draco's distinctive handwriting.
Once more, Harry pressed his palm against his crotch. The throbbing only increased and Harry found himself rubbing himself. It didn't do much to relieve the ache.
The report stared up at him from his desk but Harry couldn't even remember the name of the assailant let alone what the crime was supposed to have been.
The owl arrived as Harry stared at the report and continued to rub himself. It had to have been less than five minutes and Harry groaned as he read the contents.
"Sod this." Harry stood up and grabbed the notes he could find before stalking to Draco's cubicle.
"What the fuck is the meaning of this, Malfoy?" Harry tossed the notes onto Draco's desk.
"Problem, Potter?" Draco's damnable left eyebrow raised daringly and only increased the throbbing.
"Sod this." Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and tugged him along, not hearing the protests and demands from Draco.
The door to the loo slammed against the wall as Harry pulled Draco into the bathroom roughly. Pressing his nose against Draco's throat, Harry murmured, "You want to think about Creevey getting a blow job, you do that. You want to think about them fucking, you do that."
Harry bit down on Draco's throat as his hands fumbled with the fastenings on Draco's trousers. Before Draco could protest the rough treatment, Harry slid to his knees and sucked Draco down as far as he could. His right hand grasped the base and gave a firm squeeze.
Harry didn't bother to give much thought to the idea that someone could walk in on them at any moment or that he was kneeling on the floor of the men's loo. Considering the noises coming from Draco, Draco didn't seem to be giving much care or concern to the ideas either.
As Harry continued to bob and suck, he opened his own trousers and started to jerk himself off. He wasn't going to last long, Draco had tormented him far too much.
It was Harry that came first, barely keeping the cry down as he swirled his tongue over the tip of Draco's cock. That was enough to send Draco spiraling.
"Do you think Creevey gets it like that? Do you think they do it in the men's loo?" Draco panted from above Harry.
"Stop! Creevey is a kid that shouldn't have a working cock, you wanker. That's mentally disturbing it is." Harry leaned in and nipped the light bruise already forming from earlier.
"Got you hot and bothered, didn't it? Got you wanting him? Did you see him as you sucked, Harry?" That low seductive tone sent a shiver up Harry's spine.
"Sod off, Draco. You know it was all you. It's always you, don't you get that?" Harry turned so that his nose pressed against Draco's collarbone.
"Let's get cleaned up." Draco pushed Harry off and then wet a towel before swiping at Harry.
"You know that, right?" Harry repeated.
Draco pressed a light kiss against Harry's lips. "I know."
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Date: 2006-08-04 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 07:47 am (UTC)This was fabulous. I love the characterisations (especially how Draco doesn't know who Colin and Parvati are independent of Harry) and it's so hot. And then the end is so sweet. I am grinning like a loon right now.
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Date: 2006-08-04 03:45 pm (UTC)I'm really really glad you liked the ending. It's weird but I keep wanting to write all these giant emotional changes into a story and I have no idea why.
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Date: 2006-08-04 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 03:46 pm (UTC)omg, I love your icon.
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Date: 2006-08-04 02:14 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2006-08-04 03:48 pm (UTC)I loved the naughty notes and they came from a convo I was having with a friend of mine that started out with "what would creevey do" and the idea went from there :)
Much icon love for that one as well :)
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Date: 2006-08-04 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-04 03:49 pm (UTC)how are you? I saw your post but you had comments disabled.
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Date: 2006-08-04 03:53 pm (UTC)How've you been? I've been so out of touch with fandom.
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Date: 2006-08-04 06:21 pm (UTC)