Nap Trap
Title: Nap Trap
Rating: PG 13
Warning(s): Wee bit of foodsmut
Word Count: 670
Author's notes: Written for hd_pots_n_porn's prompt of Finger Foods.
Summary: Potter is severely inconveniencing Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Not for the first time, Draco tried and failed to understand how he consistently landed himself in these situations. Although, even he had to admit, his current...predicament was somewhat unprecedented.
Potter shifted with a sigh of contentment, accidentally nuzzling into Draco’s stomach as he made himself comfortable. His head was a warm weight in Draco’s lap and his eyes were closed.
Draco would like to state, for the record, that this was in no way his fault. He had been sitting on the sofa, reading a novel and minding his own business when Potter had ambled in. He had talked Draco’s ear off about his Junior Auror training for thirty minutes before announcing that he was going to take a nap. Draco had shrugged, distractedly given Potter his blessing and then this had happened.
Draco chanced a look down at the man dozing contentedly in his lap. Potter looked so relaxed, so not at all weirded out by this situation. Like it was perfectly normal in his world to accost one’s roommate and immobilise them with unwarranted power naps. Draco resented this, he really did. Potter had no business sleeping on him! How dare he take such liberties? What kind of person did this to another person? And he looked so happy too- with that soft, sleepy smile and those long lashes and...
Well, never mind.
The point was that Draco had been sitting here for thirty minutes now and he wanted to move. Besides, Potter’s hair was brushing against his arm and it was very uncomfortable and not at all soft.
Out of sheer exasperation, Draco carded his fingers through Potter’s hair in an effort to pat it down. Not because it was soft, mind you. There was just very little else that Draco could do what with Potter having trapped him for the foreseeable future.
He was inconvenienced and when Potter woke up, Draco planned on telling him just so.
“Hey,” a sleepy voice mumbled suddenly.
Draco started as Potter’s eyes fluttered open. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, making his jumper ride up in the process. Draco was momentarily distracted by a sudden display of tanned abs. He was surprised, that was all. So surprised that he entirely missed what Potter was saying.
“What was that?” Draco blurted.
Potter looked up at him with a sleepy smile. “I said that’s the best nap I ever had,” he repeated. “I haven’t felt this good in ages.”
Oh.
A slight flush crept up Draco's neck as he took in Potter's content, blissed out expression. The sight was...unsettling him somehow. It was making him feel flustered and bashful- which was rather inconvenient because Draco was almost certain that he'd been annoyed with Potter not ten seconds ago.
“Well, that's...good to know,” he mumbled. “I’m not...really going anywhere right now. So...you know...feel free to...”
Potter's expression was decidedly amused by now. Draco flushed and averted his gaze, busying himself with retrieving a bowl of grapes. He had just picked one up when Potter’s hand wrapped around his wrist.
“You are going to share, aren’t you?” Potter asked. His voice was low and husky and his eyes didn’t waver from Draco’s once- not even when he guided Draco’s hand over to his lips and neatly stole the grape. Potter’s tongue glided over the tips of his fingers for a scant second. When he released Draco and settled back on his lap, he was smirking.
“Keep them coming, Malfoy,” he ordered, sounding so utterly smug that Draco had half a mind to dump the entire bowl on him.
Then he remembered the sensation of Potter’s slick tongue tracing his fingers and a shiver went down his spine. Draco swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth and picked up another grape. Potter accepted it with a hum of approval, taking a moment to suck Draco’s fingers before letting him go again. Draco bit his lip to stave off a moan.
Later, when he got out of this situation, he would tell Potter exactly what he thought of this high-handed, inappropriate behaviour. Assuming of course, that Potter ever planned on releasing him in the first place.
Draco had a feeling that it was a fifty-fifty at this point.
Those were odds he could work with.
Rating: PG 13
Warning(s): Wee bit of foodsmut
Word Count: 670
Author's notes: Written for hd_pots_n_porn's prompt of Finger Foods.
Summary: Potter is severely inconveniencing Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Not for the first time, Draco tried and failed to understand how he consistently landed himself in these situations. Although, even he had to admit, his current...predicament was somewhat unprecedented.
Potter shifted with a sigh of contentment, accidentally nuzzling into Draco’s stomach as he made himself comfortable. His head was a warm weight in Draco’s lap and his eyes were closed.
Draco would like to state, for the record, that this was in no way his fault. He had been sitting on the sofa, reading a novel and minding his own business when Potter had ambled in. He had talked Draco’s ear off about his Junior Auror training for thirty minutes before announcing that he was going to take a nap. Draco had shrugged, distractedly given Potter his blessing and then this had happened.
Draco chanced a look down at the man dozing contentedly in his lap. Potter looked so relaxed, so not at all weirded out by this situation. Like it was perfectly normal in his world to accost one’s roommate and immobilise them with unwarranted power naps. Draco resented this, he really did. Potter had no business sleeping on him! How dare he take such liberties? What kind of person did this to another person? And he looked so happy too- with that soft, sleepy smile and those long lashes and...
Well, never mind.
The point was that Draco had been sitting here for thirty minutes now and he wanted to move. Besides, Potter’s hair was brushing against his arm and it was very uncomfortable and not at all soft.
Out of sheer exasperation, Draco carded his fingers through Potter’s hair in an effort to pat it down. Not because it was soft, mind you. There was just very little else that Draco could do what with Potter having trapped him for the foreseeable future.
He was inconvenienced and when Potter woke up, Draco planned on telling him just so.
“Hey,” a sleepy voice mumbled suddenly.
Draco started as Potter’s eyes fluttered open. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, making his jumper ride up in the process. Draco was momentarily distracted by a sudden display of tanned abs. He was surprised, that was all. So surprised that he entirely missed what Potter was saying.
“What was that?” Draco blurted.
Potter looked up at him with a sleepy smile. “I said that’s the best nap I ever had,” he repeated. “I haven’t felt this good in ages.”
Oh.
A slight flush crept up Draco's neck as he took in Potter's content, blissed out expression. The sight was...unsettling him somehow. It was making him feel flustered and bashful- which was rather inconvenient because Draco was almost certain that he'd been annoyed with Potter not ten seconds ago.
“Well, that's...good to know,” he mumbled. “I’m not...really going anywhere right now. So...you know...feel free to...”
Potter's expression was decidedly amused by now. Draco flushed and averted his gaze, busying himself with retrieving a bowl of grapes. He had just picked one up when Potter’s hand wrapped around his wrist.
“You are going to share, aren’t you?” Potter asked. His voice was low and husky and his eyes didn’t waver from Draco’s once- not even when he guided Draco’s hand over to his lips and neatly stole the grape. Potter’s tongue glided over the tips of his fingers for a scant second. When he released Draco and settled back on his lap, he was smirking.
“Keep them coming, Malfoy,” he ordered, sounding so utterly smug that Draco had half a mind to dump the entire bowl on him.
Then he remembered the sensation of Potter’s slick tongue tracing his fingers and a shiver went down his spine. Draco swallowed against the sudden dryness in his mouth and picked up another grape. Potter accepted it with a hum of approval, taking a moment to suck Draco’s fingers before letting him go again. Draco bit his lip to stave off a moan.
Later, when he got out of this situation, he would tell Potter exactly what he thought of this high-handed, inappropriate behaviour. Assuming of course, that Potter ever planned on releasing him in the first place.
Draco had a feeling that it was a fifty-fifty at this point.
Those were odds he could work with.