Slythindor Early Bird Challenge #3/DracoHarry100 Christmas Challenge #2
Title: An Outstanding Performance
Word Count: 958
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight voyeurism and exhibitionism.
Summary: Draco's sweet tooth very nearly sparks a riot. Not to mention, Harry's jealousy.
Author's notes: A birthday gift for the wonderful roelliej. Sorry love, It's not Harry/Ron but I hope you like it anyway. Also written for slythindor100's Early Bird Challenge using Prompt #20 (Stack of books) and dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge Prompt #10 (Licking a candy cane).
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
To be perfectly fair, Harry knew Draco wasn’t doing it on purpose.
For starters, they were in the library. The first thing Harry had noticed about his recently acquired roommate since their return to Hogwarts was that Draco could out-nerd Hermione when he got in the spirit of things. Well truthfully, that was the second thing he’d noticed. The first was how shiny Draco’s hair was. But that wasn’t the point.
The point in fact, was that Draco was currently leafing through a huge stack of books, a light frown furrowing his brow and his quill tapping agitatedly against the parchment. This only lent credence to Harry’s theory. Draco was absorbed with his homework and was clearly oblivious to everything happening around him.
Therefore, he couldn’t possibly know he was acting like such a slag.
“Oh Merlin, he’s going for another one.”
Dean was certainly enjoying the show. His jaw dropped and he leaned over their desk, almost clambering over Harry in his efforts for a better view. On Harry’s other side, Seamus whistled appreciatively and redoubled his efforts to burn a hole through Malfoy with the force of his leer. Harry slumped sullenly behind his own book, trying very hard not to hex them all the way to the Great Hall.
“How many does he have anyway?” Seamus demanded, sounding slightly breathless.
“No idea,” Neville mumbled back. Harry scowled irritably at him and Neville at least, had the grace to blush. Then he broke eye contact and went back to staring longingly at Draco. "Quite a few, I imagine. Malfoy sure likes his candy.”
His observation elicited a round of appreciative sniggers from the assembled Gryffindors. Well, all but one. Harry muttered under his breath, resolving to ignore his idiot friends. He for one, was absolutely not going to stoop so low as to spy on Draco. Well, except for Sixth Year when he did spy on Draco, but that was different! It was nothing like…like this.
“Holy Mother of Merlin.”
Seamus accompanied his declaration with another low whistle, and Harry lost his train of thought. Instinctively, he looked up and caught sight of Draco again.
Draco going to town on yet another candy cane.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Neville hissed.
Lucky for him, Harry was too busy ogling to pay attention. His eyes widened as Draco slipped the candy cane into his mouth, running his tongue down the length of the peppermint stick. He was still frowning at his notes but his fingers worked nimbly, handling the cane as he sucked it in and pulled it out, flicking his tongue against the hook and finally releasing it with a gentle pop. Harry swallowed and clenched his fists as Draco’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. And then he started the whole agonizing process again. The candy cane slipped into his mouth again, pushing its way through plush, soft lips. Draco’s eyelashes fluttered and he moaned appreciatively.
“That’s right, pretty boy,” Seamus growled. “Take it all in, that’s it…”
Harry had had enough. He slammed his book down and marched over to the table. He crossed his arms and loomed over Draco, coincidentally blocking the view of a certain bunch of randy Gryffindors. Harry ignored the hisses of protest and concentrated on staring down sternly at the perplexed blond.
Draco glanced up and his eyes widened with surprise at Harry's grim expression. “What?” he demanded.
Harry took a deep breath and cleared his throat, wondering how to address this. Finally, he decided on the direct approach. “I think you should study in my- I mean, our room from now on.”
Draco blinked in confusion and then his brow drew down in a defensive scowl. “How nice for you,” he retorted. “Now go away, I’m studying.” He went back to scratching at his notes and licking at his candy cane again, and Harry’s jaw clenched. He placed a firm hand on Draco’s parchment, eliciting another protest from the oblivious idiot.
“Potter! Honestly, what do you think you’re…”
“It’s private,” Harry insisted stubbornly. “Quiet, too. You’ll get a lot done, trust me.”
Draco cocked his head curiously. “Why are you suddenly so concerned with my homework?”
“Everyone is concerned with your homework,” Harry snapped. “Which is why I insist that you study in our room!”
“But…”
“Draco, just listen to me all right? You’ll do less damage - I mean more homework in private. Now come on, I’ll walk you there.”
Draco grumbled and muttered under his breath about bossy gits but he got up. Harry’s shoulders slumped with relief as he started gathering up his books. “I still don’t know what’s gotten into you,” Draco complained as Harry ushered him out.
“Not a thing,” Harry replied, shooting a parting glare at the sulky bunch behind him. Dean scowled and mouthed killjoy at him. Harry rolled his eyes and commenced shooing Draco out again. Honestly the things he had to do to keep his silly, pretty roommate out of trouble…Harry deserved a medal.
****
Draco deserved a medal. At least, if they gave medals out for Outstanding Performance in the Field of Dastardly Scheming. He followed Potter out of the library without further protest, hiding a smirk as Thomas licked his lips and Finnigan leered at his retreating back.
Gryffindors were so predictable.
He stole a glance at Potter again, admiring his lean frame and the broad set of his shoulders. Potter was stalking down the corridor, looking combative and almost territorial as he escorted Draco back to their room, seemingly intent on keeping anyone else from leering at him.
Draco grinned and his body thrummed with approval at the thought. Definitely worth six candy canes.
And it just got better and better.
All he had to do was play his cards right and perhaps tonight, he’d be licking Potter’s candy cane.
Word Count: 958
Rating: R
Warnings: Slight voyeurism and exhibitionism.
Summary: Draco's sweet tooth very nearly sparks a riot. Not to mention, Harry's jealousy.
Author's notes: A birthday gift for the wonderful roelliej. Sorry love, It's not Harry/Ron but I hope you like it anyway. Also written for slythindor100's Early Bird Challenge using Prompt #20 (Stack of books) and dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge Prompt #10 (Licking a candy cane).
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
To be perfectly fair, Harry knew Draco wasn’t doing it on purpose.
For starters, they were in the library. The first thing Harry had noticed about his recently acquired roommate since their return to Hogwarts was that Draco could out-nerd Hermione when he got in the spirit of things. Well truthfully, that was the second thing he’d noticed. The first was how shiny Draco’s hair was. But that wasn’t the point.
The point in fact, was that Draco was currently leafing through a huge stack of books, a light frown furrowing his brow and his quill tapping agitatedly against the parchment. This only lent credence to Harry’s theory. Draco was absorbed with his homework and was clearly oblivious to everything happening around him.
Therefore, he couldn’t possibly know he was acting like such a slag.
“Oh Merlin, he’s going for another one.”
Dean was certainly enjoying the show. His jaw dropped and he leaned over their desk, almost clambering over Harry in his efforts for a better view. On Harry’s other side, Seamus whistled appreciatively and redoubled his efforts to burn a hole through Malfoy with the force of his leer. Harry slumped sullenly behind his own book, trying very hard not to hex them all the way to the Great Hall.
“How many does he have anyway?” Seamus demanded, sounding slightly breathless.
“No idea,” Neville mumbled back. Harry scowled irritably at him and Neville at least, had the grace to blush. Then he broke eye contact and went back to staring longingly at Draco. "Quite a few, I imagine. Malfoy sure likes his candy.”
His observation elicited a round of appreciative sniggers from the assembled Gryffindors. Well, all but one. Harry muttered under his breath, resolving to ignore his idiot friends. He for one, was absolutely not going to stoop so low as to spy on Draco. Well, except for Sixth Year when he did spy on Draco, but that was different! It was nothing like…like this.
“Holy Mother of Merlin.”
Seamus accompanied his declaration with another low whistle, and Harry lost his train of thought. Instinctively, he looked up and caught sight of Draco again.
Draco going to town on yet another candy cane.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Neville hissed.
Lucky for him, Harry was too busy ogling to pay attention. His eyes widened as Draco slipped the candy cane into his mouth, running his tongue down the length of the peppermint stick. He was still frowning at his notes but his fingers worked nimbly, handling the cane as he sucked it in and pulled it out, flicking his tongue against the hook and finally releasing it with a gentle pop. Harry swallowed and clenched his fists as Draco’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. And then he started the whole agonizing process again. The candy cane slipped into his mouth again, pushing its way through plush, soft lips. Draco’s eyelashes fluttered and he moaned appreciatively.
“That’s right, pretty boy,” Seamus growled. “Take it all in, that’s it…”
Harry had had enough. He slammed his book down and marched over to the table. He crossed his arms and loomed over Draco, coincidentally blocking the view of a certain bunch of randy Gryffindors. Harry ignored the hisses of protest and concentrated on staring down sternly at the perplexed blond.
Draco glanced up and his eyes widened with surprise at Harry's grim expression. “What?” he demanded.
Harry took a deep breath and cleared his throat, wondering how to address this. Finally, he decided on the direct approach. “I think you should study in my- I mean, our room from now on.”
Draco blinked in confusion and then his brow drew down in a defensive scowl. “How nice for you,” he retorted. “Now go away, I’m studying.” He went back to scratching at his notes and licking at his candy cane again, and Harry’s jaw clenched. He placed a firm hand on Draco’s parchment, eliciting another protest from the oblivious idiot.
“Potter! Honestly, what do you think you’re…”
“It’s private,” Harry insisted stubbornly. “Quiet, too. You’ll get a lot done, trust me.”
Draco cocked his head curiously. “Why are you suddenly so concerned with my homework?”
“Everyone is concerned with your homework,” Harry snapped. “Which is why I insist that you study in our room!”
“But…”
“Draco, just listen to me all right? You’ll do less damage - I mean more homework in private. Now come on, I’ll walk you there.”
Draco grumbled and muttered under his breath about bossy gits but he got up. Harry’s shoulders slumped with relief as he started gathering up his books. “I still don’t know what’s gotten into you,” Draco complained as Harry ushered him out.
“Not a thing,” Harry replied, shooting a parting glare at the sulky bunch behind him. Dean scowled and mouthed killjoy at him. Harry rolled his eyes and commenced shooing Draco out again. Honestly the things he had to do to keep his silly, pretty roommate out of trouble…Harry deserved a medal.
****
Draco deserved a medal. At least, if they gave medals out for Outstanding Performance in the Field of Dastardly Scheming. He followed Potter out of the library without further protest, hiding a smirk as Thomas licked his lips and Finnigan leered at his retreating back.
Gryffindors were so predictable.
He stole a glance at Potter again, admiring his lean frame and the broad set of his shoulders. Potter was stalking down the corridor, looking combative and almost territorial as he escorted Draco back to their room, seemingly intent on keeping anyone else from leering at him.
Draco grinned and his body thrummed with approval at the thought. Definitely worth six candy canes.
And it just got better and better.
All he had to do was play his cards right and perhaps tonight, he’d be licking Potter’s candy cane.