Lawn Mowing Wars #3
Title: Draco's Retaliation
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000 (approx)
Warnings: Slash
Genre: Humour/Romance
Summary: The chaos continues. A follow up to Lawn Mowing Wars #2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
“POTTER!”
Harry chuckled as Draco’s roar was followed by a series of loud door slams and accompanying snarls of frustration. He wondered if his boyfriend would think to look in their bedroom before he tore the house down in his Harry location efforts.
As if on cue, Draco barrelled into the bedroom, looking absolutely murderous.
“You” Draco snarled, pointing a dramatic finger at his condemned boyfriend
“Me” Harry agreed cheerfully. This day was looking so much better.
“I want that…that spectacle removed from the lawn this instant!” Draco hissed dangerously. A lesser man would have made a beeline for the window by now, but Harry just smirked.
“Good luck with that” he retorted with an evil grin “I hid the lawn mower.”
Draco let loose a howl that would have done a Mandrake proud and launched himself at the aggravating Gryffindor. They went down in a flurry of fists and limbs and ripping clothes, biting and kicking and snarling for all they were worth. Draco sank his teeth in Harry’s shoulder, and Harry yanked at his hair. Draco punched him in the ribs, and Harry responded with a kick to the thigh. A table fell and a chair toppled over and the two boys continued to wreck havoc across the floor.
“You! Are! Such! A! Bastard!” shouted Draco, emphasising each word with a punch.
“You’re a huge prick!” Harry yelled back “And I have the lawn to prove it!”
At that, Draco pretty much lost it. He descended with another howl, redoubling his efforts to reduce Harry to a pulp. The Gryffindor groaned at the assault but managed to swing his leg around and tackled Draco to the floor. He straddled the furious blond, clamping his knees firmly to hold him in place as he pinned him down. There was squirming and shouting and cursing in three different languages as both the boys lay pressed up against each other, eyes flashing and teeth bared in twin snarls.
Draco sneered and jerked against him in an effort to free himself and his groin brushed against Harry’s, eliciting a throaty gasp from the taller boy. The air crackled with silent tension and Draco’s eyes glinted with ill suppressed glee. “Why am I not surprised?” he smirked, brushing against Harry quite deliberately now.
“You should talk” Harry spat “You’re drilling a hole through my leg, you horny prat!”
Draco scowled and turned his head, exposing his slender neck to Harry. That, in hindsight wasn’t the smartest move, because Harry launched himself at the tempting expanse of flesh, licking and sucking and biting for all he was worth. Draco’s yowls of protest turned to hisses and moans as he arched and twisted under Harry.
Their hands roamed desperately against exposed skin- Draco’s nails raking Harry’s back and Harry’s talented fingers teasing the blond’s nipples into hard nubs. Draco reached for his cock and stroked it expertly as Harry moaned.
“Now” Draco panted, as the strokes became more urgent. “Now, Potter…”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He raised Draco’s left leg and slicked his fingers with a quick lubrication charm, breaching Draco without much warning. The blond yelped and scratched his shoulder in retaliation but bucked enthusiastically against the intrusion, still fisting himself furiously. The sight went straight to Harry’s groin and he growled as he removed his fingers, springing up and positioning his rampant cock against Draco’s prepared entrance. One smooth thrust and he was inside, revelling in Draco’s tight heat.
“Fuck” he groaned as Draco yowled like a wanton cat.
“Move, you fucker!” the blond snapped, twisting desperately.
Harry obliged with an urgent jerk of his hips. Draco clenched against him and Harry growled, thrusting harder and deeper, determined to undo his demanding, infuriating brat of a boyfriend. He succeeded soon enough. Draco’s groans turned to short, sharp gasps as his hand stroked his cock desperately and then, with a splendid arch of his back and a howl of completion, Draco was coming all over himself and Harry. The sight was intoxicating and spurred Harry’s own efforts. In seconds, he was following Draco with his a guttural growl of his own.
He collapsed against the prone blond, his cock still buried deep inside his lover, enjoying the tantalising flutters of Draco’s rim.
“That was brilliant” he murmured, running a hand down Draco’s hip.
“I was there, Potter” Draco snipped, curling himself around Harry’s arm “Now shut up and let me sleep.”
Harry rolled his eyes and shifted so that Draco could lie down comfortably. He sighed at the warm weight against his chest and his hand moved of its own accord, stroking Draco’s damp hair back from his face. The blond purred contentedly and Harry couldn’t help but smile tenderly.
“Potter?” Draco mumbled, half asleep.
“Yeah?” Harry whispered back, still petting the blond affectionately.
“This isn’t over.”
Harry’s smile faded.
****
Turns out, angry sex is not the solution to all relationship problems. Who knew, right? Either way things went back to status quo at the Potter Malfoy household. Harry continued to gloat, and Draco continued to sulk. He had been unsuccessful in locating the lawn mower though, so Harry was content in his victory. Soon enough, Draco would back down and he would be vindicated.
Or so he thought.
Things came to a boil when Ron Weasley came to visit. Draco was still snappy and sulky, so Harry had made plans to go flying with his friend instead
Ron came by in the afternoon, looking very uncomfortable. “Mate” he groaned “I did not need to know that. No one needed to know that.”
“What?” Harry frowned.
“Your lawn!” Ron muttered, hiding his face in his hands “Why would you do that to me? Some things are best left private, yeah?”
Harry confusion only increased. “You saw what I wrote on the lawn?”
“It’s sort of hard to miss.”
“So what’s the problem?” Harry demanded, quite puzzled. Ron had always been a vocal proponent of the “Draco Malfoy is a Huge Prick” school of thought. “I thought of all people, you’d appreciate it.”
“I most definitely did not!” Ron squawked indignantly “And you shouldn’t go about traumatising innocent passersby with unwarranted information! If you want to show Malfoy your…appreciation, buy him roses!”
None of this was becoming any clearer to Harry. “What the hell are you talking…” he began, trailing off as a foreboding sight caught his eye. Draco was outside, spying on them through the window and grinning like a psychopath. And, Harry’s blood ran cold as he saw that the blond was holding a pair of lawn scissors!
“Damn it!” Harry snarled, running outside just as Draco cackled gleefully and sprinted for the house.
His worst fears were confirmed. The lawn had been amended yet again. It was just two tiny changes, but Draco had definitely outdone himself.
Yes. Harry’s contribution to the lawn had been changed from “Draco Malfoy Is a Huge” to “Draco Malfoy Has a Huge”. Put that on top of a giant grass cut out of a penis and well, one could see why Draco was so pleased with himself!
“That’s it!” the Gryffindor howled “No More Mr. Nice Harry!”
Ron sighed wearily and mounted his broom.
****
Lawn Mowing Wars #4
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000 (approx)
Warnings: Slash
Genre: Humour/Romance
Summary: The chaos continues. A follow up to Lawn Mowing Wars #2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. The following was written purely for fun, not profit.
“POTTER!”
Harry chuckled as Draco’s roar was followed by a series of loud door slams and accompanying snarls of frustration. He wondered if his boyfriend would think to look in their bedroom before he tore the house down in his Harry location efforts.
As if on cue, Draco barrelled into the bedroom, looking absolutely murderous.
“You” Draco snarled, pointing a dramatic finger at his condemned boyfriend
“Me” Harry agreed cheerfully. This day was looking so much better.
“I want that…that spectacle removed from the lawn this instant!” Draco hissed dangerously. A lesser man would have made a beeline for the window by now, but Harry just smirked.
“Good luck with that” he retorted with an evil grin “I hid the lawn mower.”
Draco let loose a howl that would have done a Mandrake proud and launched himself at the aggravating Gryffindor. They went down in a flurry of fists and limbs and ripping clothes, biting and kicking and snarling for all they were worth. Draco sank his teeth in Harry’s shoulder, and Harry yanked at his hair. Draco punched him in the ribs, and Harry responded with a kick to the thigh. A table fell and a chair toppled over and the two boys continued to wreck havoc across the floor.
“You! Are! Such! A! Bastard!” shouted Draco, emphasising each word with a punch.
“You’re a huge prick!” Harry yelled back “And I have the lawn to prove it!”
At that, Draco pretty much lost it. He descended with another howl, redoubling his efforts to reduce Harry to a pulp. The Gryffindor groaned at the assault but managed to swing his leg around and tackled Draco to the floor. He straddled the furious blond, clamping his knees firmly to hold him in place as he pinned him down. There was squirming and shouting and cursing in three different languages as both the boys lay pressed up against each other, eyes flashing and teeth bared in twin snarls.
Draco sneered and jerked against him in an effort to free himself and his groin brushed against Harry’s, eliciting a throaty gasp from the taller boy. The air crackled with silent tension and Draco’s eyes glinted with ill suppressed glee. “Why am I not surprised?” he smirked, brushing against Harry quite deliberately now.
“You should talk” Harry spat “You’re drilling a hole through my leg, you horny prat!”
Draco scowled and turned his head, exposing his slender neck to Harry. That, in hindsight wasn’t the smartest move, because Harry launched himself at the tempting expanse of flesh, licking and sucking and biting for all he was worth. Draco’s yowls of protest turned to hisses and moans as he arched and twisted under Harry.
Their hands roamed desperately against exposed skin- Draco’s nails raking Harry’s back and Harry’s talented fingers teasing the blond’s nipples into hard nubs. Draco reached for his cock and stroked it expertly as Harry moaned.
“Now” Draco panted, as the strokes became more urgent. “Now, Potter…”
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He raised Draco’s left leg and slicked his fingers with a quick lubrication charm, breaching Draco without much warning. The blond yelped and scratched his shoulder in retaliation but bucked enthusiastically against the intrusion, still fisting himself furiously. The sight went straight to Harry’s groin and he growled as he removed his fingers, springing up and positioning his rampant cock against Draco’s prepared entrance. One smooth thrust and he was inside, revelling in Draco’s tight heat.
“Fuck” he groaned as Draco yowled like a wanton cat.
“Move, you fucker!” the blond snapped, twisting desperately.
Harry obliged with an urgent jerk of his hips. Draco clenched against him and Harry growled, thrusting harder and deeper, determined to undo his demanding, infuriating brat of a boyfriend. He succeeded soon enough. Draco’s groans turned to short, sharp gasps as his hand stroked his cock desperately and then, with a splendid arch of his back and a howl of completion, Draco was coming all over himself and Harry. The sight was intoxicating and spurred Harry’s own efforts. In seconds, he was following Draco with his a guttural growl of his own.
He collapsed against the prone blond, his cock still buried deep inside his lover, enjoying the tantalising flutters of Draco’s rim.
“That was brilliant” he murmured, running a hand down Draco’s hip.
“I was there, Potter” Draco snipped, curling himself around Harry’s arm “Now shut up and let me sleep.”
Harry rolled his eyes and shifted so that Draco could lie down comfortably. He sighed at the warm weight against his chest and his hand moved of its own accord, stroking Draco’s damp hair back from his face. The blond purred contentedly and Harry couldn’t help but smile tenderly.
“Potter?” Draco mumbled, half asleep.
“Yeah?” Harry whispered back, still petting the blond affectionately.
“This isn’t over.”
Harry’s smile faded.
****
Turns out, angry sex is not the solution to all relationship problems. Who knew, right? Either way things went back to status quo at the Potter Malfoy household. Harry continued to gloat, and Draco continued to sulk. He had been unsuccessful in locating the lawn mower though, so Harry was content in his victory. Soon enough, Draco would back down and he would be vindicated.
Or so he thought.
Things came to a boil when Ron Weasley came to visit. Draco was still snappy and sulky, so Harry had made plans to go flying with his friend instead
Ron came by in the afternoon, looking very uncomfortable. “Mate” he groaned “I did not need to know that. No one needed to know that.”
“What?” Harry frowned.
“Your lawn!” Ron muttered, hiding his face in his hands “Why would you do that to me? Some things are best left private, yeah?”
Harry confusion only increased. “You saw what I wrote on the lawn?”
“It’s sort of hard to miss.”
“So what’s the problem?” Harry demanded, quite puzzled. Ron had always been a vocal proponent of the “Draco Malfoy is a Huge Prick” school of thought. “I thought of all people, you’d appreciate it.”
“I most definitely did not!” Ron squawked indignantly “And you shouldn’t go about traumatising innocent passersby with unwarranted information! If you want to show Malfoy your…appreciation, buy him roses!”
None of this was becoming any clearer to Harry. “What the hell are you talking…” he began, trailing off as a foreboding sight caught his eye. Draco was outside, spying on them through the window and grinning like a psychopath. And, Harry’s blood ran cold as he saw that the blond was holding a pair of lawn scissors!
“Damn it!” Harry snarled, running outside just as Draco cackled gleefully and sprinted for the house.
His worst fears were confirmed. The lawn had been amended yet again. It was just two tiny changes, but Draco had definitely outdone himself.
Yes. Harry’s contribution to the lawn had been changed from “Draco Malfoy Is a Huge” to “Draco Malfoy Has a Huge”. Put that on top of a giant grass cut out of a penis and well, one could see why Draco was so pleased with himself!
“That’s it!” the Gryffindor howled “No More Mr. Nice Harry!”
Ron sighed wearily and mounted his broom.
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Lawn Mowing Wars #4