Challenge #271: Trust Me
Title: Trust Me
Author: g_bowneyes
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 5 x 100
Rating: R ish
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Redecorating
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, and are the original creation of JK Rowling. No copy-write infringement intended and this is written purely for entertainment's sake.
Authors Notes: Somewhat explicit content. A bit of destruction as well. Harry doesn't quite know this could happen when he's really into it :P
Trust Me
He smashed me against the wall. My breath caught as he ripped my shirt, buttons flying everywhere. His lips crashed into mine again, ravishing, tearing, devouring.
I pushed back. He stumbled backwards, pulling me by the tie. I kept pushing him backwards, until the back of his knees hit the bed and he tumbled down. I leaned over him, nipping at his lips.
Never letting me win, he twisted his legs around mine, and managed to trip me. I fell hard onto the old wooden planks of the floor. He stood over me, a leg to either side.
“Scared, Potter?”
-
“You want me to go where, Potter?”
“Shut it, Malfoy!” Harry replied angrily, before continuing in a quieter tone. “You heard me, the Shrieking Shack.”
“But…”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a few ghosts, Malfoy.”
“I’m not scared! I’m just… cautious.”
“It’ll be fine, trust me.”
“Trust you? That’s rich.”
“You have to admit, it’s the best place to continue this… whatever this is.”
“A dirty old shack that’s haunted is the best place for us to get our kit off and have at it? I can think of better places to shag, Potter.”
“It’ll be fine, trust me.”
-
“Never, Malfoy,” I replied instantly. I kicked at his shins, and he toppled over on top of me. I ripped his shirt off too, and we both gasped at the skin-to-skin contact.
And that’s when the magic really started to happen. Literally.
The bare light bulb dangling from the ceiling burst, showing glass all over the room.
He savaged my lips again, too caught in the moment to notice. I moaned. A window on the opposite side of the room blew out.
We rolled over, I tried to pin his hands down, gyrating my hips into his. Another window shattered.
-
The couple found themselves wandering down from Hogsmeade, towards the Shrieking Shack. It was supposed to be the most haunted place in Britain, or so the townsfolk said.
Stopping at the fence line surrounding the house, the two stood there, peering at the house by the light of their wands. The man pointed out a light was on in one room.
Suddenly, the light in the house flickered out. Seconds later, a window smashed, blowing outward, followed immediately by another. Moans echoed out the broken windows and down to the couple.
Terrified, the couple ran back up the street, screaming.
-
“I suppose it wasn’t all that bad a place to shag, Potter,” Malfoy yawned. He was naked save for a scrap that used to be his shirt draped over his lap and sitting against the dilapidated wall.
Glancing around the shack, I realized just how much damage we had done.
“I didn’t know your magic would react like that,” Draco continued. “You could have warned me.”
“I didn’t know…” I stumbled.
“You should have seen the explosion when you came, that’s why there’s a hole in the wall.”
“Whoops.”
“Doesn’t matter, at least now I have an excuse to redecorate.”
The End. Let me know what you think, I love to hear from people!
Author: g_bowneyes
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 5 x 100
Rating: R ish
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Redecorating
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, and are the original creation of JK Rowling. No copy-write infringement intended and this is written purely for entertainment's sake.
Authors Notes: Somewhat explicit content. A bit of destruction as well. Harry doesn't quite know this could happen when he's really into it :P
Trust Me
He smashed me against the wall. My breath caught as he ripped my shirt, buttons flying everywhere. His lips crashed into mine again, ravishing, tearing, devouring.
I pushed back. He stumbled backwards, pulling me by the tie. I kept pushing him backwards, until the back of his knees hit the bed and he tumbled down. I leaned over him, nipping at his lips.
Never letting me win, he twisted his legs around mine, and managed to trip me. I fell hard onto the old wooden planks of the floor. He stood over me, a leg to either side.
“Scared, Potter?”
-
“You want me to go where, Potter?”
“Shut it, Malfoy!” Harry replied angrily, before continuing in a quieter tone. “You heard me, the Shrieking Shack.”
“But…”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a few ghosts, Malfoy.”
“I’m not scared! I’m just… cautious.”
“It’ll be fine, trust me.”
“Trust you? That’s rich.”
“You have to admit, it’s the best place to continue this… whatever this is.”
“A dirty old shack that’s haunted is the best place for us to get our kit off and have at it? I can think of better places to shag, Potter.”
“It’ll be fine, trust me.”
-
“Never, Malfoy,” I replied instantly. I kicked at his shins, and he toppled over on top of me. I ripped his shirt off too, and we both gasped at the skin-to-skin contact.
And that’s when the magic really started to happen. Literally.
The bare light bulb dangling from the ceiling burst, showing glass all over the room.
He savaged my lips again, too caught in the moment to notice. I moaned. A window on the opposite side of the room blew out.
We rolled over, I tried to pin his hands down, gyrating my hips into his. Another window shattered.
-
The couple found themselves wandering down from Hogsmeade, towards the Shrieking Shack. It was supposed to be the most haunted place in Britain, or so the townsfolk said.
Stopping at the fence line surrounding the house, the two stood there, peering at the house by the light of their wands. The man pointed out a light was on in one room.
Suddenly, the light in the house flickered out. Seconds later, a window smashed, blowing outward, followed immediately by another. Moans echoed out the broken windows and down to the couple.
Terrified, the couple ran back up the street, screaming.
-
“I suppose it wasn’t all that bad a place to shag, Potter,” Malfoy yawned. He was naked save for a scrap that used to be his shirt draped over his lap and sitting against the dilapidated wall.
Glancing around the shack, I realized just how much damage we had done.
“I didn’t know your magic would react like that,” Draco continued. “You could have warned me.”
“I didn’t know…” I stumbled.
“You should have seen the explosion when you came, that’s why there’s a hole in the wall.”
“Whoops.”
“Doesn’t matter, at least now I have an excuse to redecorate.”
The End. Let me know what you think, I love to hear from people!