Mine
Title: Mine
Rating: R
Word count: 500
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for dracoharry100's prompt #259: Canada Day Mixer (Using any or all of the words: hockey, eh, Great White North, Maple and Fireworks)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. This was written purely for fun, not profit
Summary: Harry claims what's his.
Hockey:
Harry hated his new roommate. There. It was out in the open. He hated, absolutely hated the snooty prat. He was arrogant, conceited, intelligent, unattainable and worst of all? He absolutely refused to stop being unbelievably attractive! Unreasonable git!
Harry kept his eyes trained on the hockey match on the telly, not daring to stare at Malfoy as he sauntered in and flopped on the couch inches away from him.
Shirtless.
Fuck.
“Think you can handle a stick like that, Potter?” he asked innocently, cocking his head like a curious cat.
Harry groaned and buried his face in a cushion.
Eh:
“I’m going clubbing. Don’t wait up.”
“Eh?” Harry blurted, looking up from the letter he was writing.
“Club. Me. Going” Malfoy enunciated, raising a sardonic eyebrow. Harry just stared blankly.
“It’s a fairly simple concept, Potter” the blond smirked. Harry finally caught up.
“Why are you going out?” he demanded, his hackles rising at the idea of his gorgeous roommate going out and doing…things. With...people. Male people.
Harry’s grip on his quill tightened.
“Because I can” Malfoy grinned, summing it up quite neatly and heading for the Floo. “I’ll see you in the morning, Scarhead.”
Harry’s quill snapped in half.
Great White North
Harry entered the club, immediately thrust between grinding bodies. His jaw tightened. Draco better not be one of them or he would lose it!
He wasn’t sure why he was disturbed, thinking of Draco surrounded by horny men but he needed to find him.
He saw Draco, trying to shrug off one such man.
“I’m from the Great White North” the bloke leered “And that’s not a moose antler in my pocket.”
Harry growled. “He’s mine!” he snarled, pulling Draco into a bruising kiss.
The intruder retreated and Harry smirked. Until Draco punched him in the jaw and stormed off.
Maple
Come breakfast, Draco was still fuming.
“Pass the pancakes” Harry mumbled.
Draco banged the dish on the table. Harry reached for the maple syrup- and gasped.
“You finished the syrup?!” he snarled.
“Maybe” Draco smirked.
“You prat! That was mine!”
“Claiming something doesn’t make it yours” Draco replied, in a snide reference to last night.
“I think it does!” Harry hissed, pouncing at him. Draco squeaked in surprise as he was tackled to the floor.
“And incidentally” Harry grinned at the astonished man beneath him “I’m taking my maple syrup back too.”
And with that, he crushed their lips together.
Fireworks
Fireworks exploded in Harry’s head as he broke away from Draco’s soft, syrup flavoured lips. “Mine” he growled, suckling gently on his captive’s delicate earlobe.
“Am…am not” Draco protested feebly, even as he bucked his hips to maintain contact.
“Are so” Harry smirked, descending to bite the delicate skin of Draco’s throat, eliciting a gasp. “Say it” he demanded, laving the abused skin with his tongue.
Draco mewled, baring his throat. It was a gesture but Harry needed more. “Say it” he commanded again, his teeth scraping against soft skin.
The blond’s lips parted in a breathy whisper “I’m yours.”
Rating: R
Word count: 500
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for dracoharry100's prompt #259: Canada Day Mixer (Using any or all of the words: hockey, eh, Great White North, Maple and Fireworks)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, or the characters in it. This was written purely for fun, not profit
Summary: Harry claims what's his.
Hockey:
Harry hated his new roommate. There. It was out in the open. He hated, absolutely hated the snooty prat. He was arrogant, conceited, intelligent, unattainable and worst of all? He absolutely refused to stop being unbelievably attractive! Unreasonable git!
Harry kept his eyes trained on the hockey match on the telly, not daring to stare at Malfoy as he sauntered in and flopped on the couch inches away from him.
Shirtless.
Fuck.
“Think you can handle a stick like that, Potter?” he asked innocently, cocking his head like a curious cat.
Harry groaned and buried his face in a cushion.
Eh:
“I’m going clubbing. Don’t wait up.”
“Eh?” Harry blurted, looking up from the letter he was writing.
“Club. Me. Going” Malfoy enunciated, raising a sardonic eyebrow. Harry just stared blankly.
“It’s a fairly simple concept, Potter” the blond smirked. Harry finally caught up.
“Why are you going out?” he demanded, his hackles rising at the idea of his gorgeous roommate going out and doing…things. With...people. Male people.
Harry’s grip on his quill tightened.
“Because I can” Malfoy grinned, summing it up quite neatly and heading for the Floo. “I’ll see you in the morning, Scarhead.”
Harry’s quill snapped in half.
Great White North
Harry entered the club, immediately thrust between grinding bodies. His jaw tightened. Draco better not be one of them or he would lose it!
He wasn’t sure why he was disturbed, thinking of Draco surrounded by horny men but he needed to find him.
He saw Draco, trying to shrug off one such man.
“I’m from the Great White North” the bloke leered “And that’s not a moose antler in my pocket.”
Harry growled. “He’s mine!” he snarled, pulling Draco into a bruising kiss.
The intruder retreated and Harry smirked. Until Draco punched him in the jaw and stormed off.
Maple
Come breakfast, Draco was still fuming.
“Pass the pancakes” Harry mumbled.
Draco banged the dish on the table. Harry reached for the maple syrup- and gasped.
“You finished the syrup?!” he snarled.
“Maybe” Draco smirked.
“You prat! That was mine!”
“Claiming something doesn’t make it yours” Draco replied, in a snide reference to last night.
“I think it does!” Harry hissed, pouncing at him. Draco squeaked in surprise as he was tackled to the floor.
“And incidentally” Harry grinned at the astonished man beneath him “I’m taking my maple syrup back too.”
And with that, he crushed their lips together.
Fireworks
Fireworks exploded in Harry’s head as he broke away from Draco’s soft, syrup flavoured lips. “Mine” he growled, suckling gently on his captive’s delicate earlobe.
“Am…am not” Draco protested feebly, even as he bucked his hips to maintain contact.
“Are so” Harry smirked, descending to bite the delicate skin of Draco’s throat, eliciting a gasp. “Say it” he demanded, laving the abused skin with his tongue.
Draco mewled, baring his throat. It was a gesture but Harry needed more. “Say it” he commanded again, his teeth scraping against soft skin.
The blond’s lips parted in a breathy whisper “I’m yours.”