That morning / That evening
Title: That morning
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt: September challenge prompts x 2: The phrase A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her and the song line It's been awhile, but I can still remember just the way you taste.
Word Count: 1350
Summary: Harry Potter, lying flat on his back in bed that morning, woke up rather abruptly and found his life turned upside down.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual themes
Notes: Chapter 01/02
Harry Potter, lying flat on his back in bed that morning, woke up rather abruptly, a huge grin on his face. He had just had the most highly erotic dream and his hard cock proved it… His hard cock being massaged by his soon to be wife, Ginny Weasley, from underneath the bed sheet. He closed his eyes contentedly and sighed. If this was anything to go by, waking up a married man was going to be great.
And oh fuck she was so great at giving handjobs. It must have been an early morning thing because he hadn’t felt this turned on in ages and if she happened to go one better and give him oral, he’d most definitely repay the favour afterwards. He brushed his fingers against her cheek in encouragement and stroked her hair affectionately… her hair that was very much shorter than last night… He slowly pulled the sheet from the bed with a slight shake of the hand and his mouth dropped open at the sight of Draco Malfoy in his bed wanking him off. A bare-chested Draco Malfoy in his bed wanking him off. What’s worse, he was about to come.
Draco looked up at that point and threw Harry a lopsided grin that almost passed for one of his trademark smirks.
“You know Potter, it’s been a while, but I can still remember just the way you taste.”
With that declared, he went down on Harry, who couldn’t help but entwine his fingers through his hair and used it to pull him down further onto his cock as he thrust his hips upwards and shot volley after volley of spunk down his willing throat. As soon as he’d come, Harry felt a wave of nausea sweep over him and he wanted nothing more than to rip that pleased look from Draco’s face with his bare hands. He leapt from the bed and covered himself with the sheet. Unfortunately, this left Draco’s tempting torso completely unhidden and Harry felt sickened at the thought of Ginny coming in and finding them like this.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled.
“I notice you confront me after you’ve released,” Draco mused aggravatingly.
“Shut up,” Harry snapped. “Answer my fucking question!”
Draco winced. “Such language, Harry. So common. Still, I suppose that’s what living with a Weasley will do to you.”
“Shut up,” Harry snapped again. “Put a shirt on and get the hell out of here.”
Draco did nothing of the sort and instead made himself comfortable by propping up some pillows and lay against them. He gestured to the growing bulge encased in his tight jeans. “My turn.”
“If you think I’m going near you,” Harry began but Draco held up a hand to silence him.
“Why the hostilities?” He asked innocently. “We used to have such fun together…”
“Until you broke my heart!” Harry yelled. His bottom lip quivered and he bit down on it hard. He’d imagined meeting Draco ever since he had left and not one of the many scenarios he had thought up went anything like this. He imagined looking cool and sophisticated as he walked to a bar in town and spotting Draco sitting on the floor, a downtrodden tramp reduced to living on the street. Or Draco having an argument with his boyfriend and then he’d casually sweep past and the boyfriend would dump his sorry ass right there and then and beg Harry to be with him while Draco cried uncontrollably. He did not expect to see him while he got practically molested in bed.
Draco gave a little chuckle. “Don’t be so melodramatic,” he replied. “It was only a couple of shags and then you started to become obsessed. You know I don’t like clinginess.” He gave a light-hearted shrug. “Anyway, I’m back now so we can pick up where we left off.”
“I don’t think so!” Harry raged. “Besides, I’m with Ginny now.”
“So get rid of her.”
“I-What? NO!” Harry spluttered. “Draco, you can’t just walk back into my life and turn it upside down! I’m happy with Ginny!”
“A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn’t love her.”
“I do love her.”
“No you don’t,” Draco replied evenly. “This is just to keep the Mother happy.”
“You don’t know anything about - HEY!” Harry marched over to Draco and yanked a cigarette from between his lips. “There’s no smoking in here.”
“But it makes me look sexier than I already am.”
“Ginny doesn’t like it,” Harry replied through gritted teeth.
“So you quit? Good for you.”
“I’m not going to tell you again, get out! She could come back at any minute.”
“Isn’t that the thrill of it?” Draco asked, eyes sparkling in excitement. Harry remained stony-faced. “And anyway,” Draco said, pulling a folded up piece of paper from his pocket. “She’s not coming back for ages.”
Harry grabbed for the note but Draco held it out of reach and opened it.
“Bunny, I’ve gone to the market with mum. Will be back later. Wuv you. Kiss kiss kiss.” Draco looked like he was about to throw up. “Bunny? Wuv you!? Good god Harry, you need to get out of here for your own good.”
“Fuck off,” Harry mumbled.
“And the lack of conviction in your voice says it all,” Draco replied, an annoying I’m-right-and-you’re-wrong smile playing upon his lips. “Come on, Harry, I’ll save you from this mess you’ve found yourself in. I’ll be your angel.”
“More like the devil on my shoulder,” retorted Harry. “Forget it,” he added, when Draco looked confused at his words.
“You’re unhappy,” Draco continued. “This isn’t what you want. Ginny was just plan B.”
“How dare you!” Harry cried in outrage. “How dare you, you fucking prick! YOU are the one that made me unhappy. Do you know how it felt to wake up one morning to find you gone?”
“I left a note.”
“A fucking note, Draco! This isn’t working out. Might see you around. Forget about us and move on. D.”
“Word perfect,” said Draco.
“I’ve had a lot of time to memorise it,” Harry spat in reply. Draco stared at him blankly before he gave a small shrug and got off the bed.
“I can’t force you,” he said calmly, making his way over to Harry, who still had the bed sheet draped around his waist. He reached out a hand and stroked Harry’s cheek affectionately and despite a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to, Harry nuzzled into it and enjoyed the warm, reminiscent feeling it held. The same hand that had roamed his body and made him feel like the most special person in the entire world. The same hand that had stroked his hair at night and helped him drift off to sleep.
The same hand that he had missed when he woke up to find it not there. The same hand that never waved goodbye and he didn’t think he’d ever see again. The same hand that he longed to hold when nobody else was around and he felt so depressed he felt like dying.
Harry pushed away and shook his head slowly. “It’s gone,” he said softly.
“What?”
Harry shrugged. “The love? The feelings… I don’t know. But… I do know it’s not you I want.” He wasn’t sure whether he saw a faint flicker of desperation in Draco’s eyes.
“Fine,” Draco replied evenly. “If that’s what you want.”
Harry nodded but didn’t say anything and with one final, lingering look Draco made his way to leave. As he reached the door he stopped and turned to Harry, who definitely saw the desperation in his eyes this time.
“Harry, I need you,” Draco whispered. “…Please.”
Harry shook his head but didn’t say anything yet again and it was the silence that killed Draco the most. When he had verbalisation to bounce back with, he could cover up his feelings and emotions with stinging retorts and biting comments. With silence, he was left with nothing more than mere begging.
Title: That evening
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: G
Prompt: September challenge prompt: The picture
Word Count: 500
Summary: Harry Potter, strolling down the street that evening, was met with a blast from the past.
Warnings: (at your discretion) None
Notes: Chapter 02/02
Harry Potter, strolling down the street that evening, walked hand-in-hand happily with his wife of two years, Ginny Weasley. They had just watched a film (A Muggle film that had a storyline involving their own interpretation of magic, much to the couples amusement) and were now deciding whether to eat out and then go home or to go home and eat.
“Isn’t that…Malfoy?” Ginny interrupted. Harry followed to where she was pointing and sure enough, there was a guy that looked a lot like Draco who was rather desperately and rather disastrously attempting to break into what looked like a brand new car. However, the clothes on this man were scruffy and his hair wasn’t shiny enough to be Draco and Harry was just about to tell Ginny that before hinting that he’d rather like to go home to eat, when he saw a flash of recognition run through the man’s eyes. Harry’s lips parted slightly and his throat suddenly felt very dry. He swallowed and numbly registered that it hurt to do so.
Draco was suddenly wrestled to the ground by several Muggle uniformed policemen that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere
“I wonder what’s going on?”
“Dunno,” Harry heard himself mutter in automatic reply. What the hell was going on? Draco being held captive by the law, the Muggle law, no less. He watched as they wrenched each of Draco’s arms behind his back and handcuffed him, ignoring his wild animalistic howls of fury and defeat. Standing him to his feet and pushing their hands roughly on the back of his neck to keep his head bowed down, they walked him over to the police van, but still Draco put up as a fight as he kicked and twisted and even attempted to bite anyone he could.
At last they managed to bundle him into the van and as they slammed the door shut, Draco’s crying protests were dulled.
“Should I help him?”
“Of course not, we don’t even know what’s happened,” Ginny replied. Harry didn’t even know he’d asked a question. He watched as the drama that had unfolded quickly dried up as the policemen got back into their van and the crowd that had gathered in the hope of something exciting happening started to drift away.
He was distracted when Ginny broke into exaggerated coughs and glared at a woman who marched down the street importantly, the wavering nicotine from her cigarette attaching its scent to whoever she passed.
“I hate smoking,” Ginny said disgustedly. She pulled Harry into a kiss. “I’m so glad you quit.”
“Mmm,” said Harry distractedly, watching the police van and imagining Draco in the back of it, head bowed, arms tied and whispers of Harry, I need you. …Please echoing in his mind.
“Harry?” said Ginny loudly, unsuccessfully trying to break into his thoughts. “Harry! Aren’t you glad you quit smoking?”
“Yeah,” replied Harry dully. “No. I mean… I don’t know.”
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: R
Prompt: September challenge prompts x 2: The phrase A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her and the song line It's been awhile, but I can still remember just the way you taste.
Word Count: 1350
Summary: Harry Potter, lying flat on his back in bed that morning, woke up rather abruptly and found his life turned upside down.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language, sexual themes
Notes: Chapter 01/02
Harry Potter, lying flat on his back in bed that morning, woke up rather abruptly, a huge grin on his face. He had just had the most highly erotic dream and his hard cock proved it… His hard cock being massaged by his soon to be wife, Ginny Weasley, from underneath the bed sheet. He closed his eyes contentedly and sighed. If this was anything to go by, waking up a married man was going to be great.
And oh fuck she was so great at giving handjobs. It must have been an early morning thing because he hadn’t felt this turned on in ages and if she happened to go one better and give him oral, he’d most definitely repay the favour afterwards. He brushed his fingers against her cheek in encouragement and stroked her hair affectionately… her hair that was very much shorter than last night… He slowly pulled the sheet from the bed with a slight shake of the hand and his mouth dropped open at the sight of Draco Malfoy in his bed wanking him off. A bare-chested Draco Malfoy in his bed wanking him off. What’s worse, he was about to come.
Draco looked up at that point and threw Harry a lopsided grin that almost passed for one of his trademark smirks.
“You know Potter, it’s been a while, but I can still remember just the way you taste.”
With that declared, he went down on Harry, who couldn’t help but entwine his fingers through his hair and used it to pull him down further onto his cock as he thrust his hips upwards and shot volley after volley of spunk down his willing throat. As soon as he’d come, Harry felt a wave of nausea sweep over him and he wanted nothing more than to rip that pleased look from Draco’s face with his bare hands. He leapt from the bed and covered himself with the sheet. Unfortunately, this left Draco’s tempting torso completely unhidden and Harry felt sickened at the thought of Ginny coming in and finding them like this.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarled.
“I notice you confront me after you’ve released,” Draco mused aggravatingly.
“Shut up,” Harry snapped. “Answer my fucking question!”
Draco winced. “Such language, Harry. So common. Still, I suppose that’s what living with a Weasley will do to you.”
“Shut up,” Harry snapped again. “Put a shirt on and get the hell out of here.”
Draco did nothing of the sort and instead made himself comfortable by propping up some pillows and lay against them. He gestured to the growing bulge encased in his tight jeans. “My turn.”
“If you think I’m going near you,” Harry began but Draco held up a hand to silence him.
“Why the hostilities?” He asked innocently. “We used to have such fun together…”
“Until you broke my heart!” Harry yelled. His bottom lip quivered and he bit down on it hard. He’d imagined meeting Draco ever since he had left and not one of the many scenarios he had thought up went anything like this. He imagined looking cool and sophisticated as he walked to a bar in town and spotting Draco sitting on the floor, a downtrodden tramp reduced to living on the street. Or Draco having an argument with his boyfriend and then he’d casually sweep past and the boyfriend would dump his sorry ass right there and then and beg Harry to be with him while Draco cried uncontrollably. He did not expect to see him while he got practically molested in bed.
Draco gave a little chuckle. “Don’t be so melodramatic,” he replied. “It was only a couple of shags and then you started to become obsessed. You know I don’t like clinginess.” He gave a light-hearted shrug. “Anyway, I’m back now so we can pick up where we left off.”
“I don’t think so!” Harry raged. “Besides, I’m with Ginny now.”
“So get rid of her.”
“I-What? NO!” Harry spluttered. “Draco, you can’t just walk back into my life and turn it upside down! I’m happy with Ginny!”
“A man can be happy with any woman as long as he doesn’t love her.”
“I do love her.”
“No you don’t,” Draco replied evenly. “This is just to keep the Mother happy.”
“You don’t know anything about - HEY!” Harry marched over to Draco and yanked a cigarette from between his lips. “There’s no smoking in here.”
“But it makes me look sexier than I already am.”
“Ginny doesn’t like it,” Harry replied through gritted teeth.
“So you quit? Good for you.”
“I’m not going to tell you again, get out! She could come back at any minute.”
“Isn’t that the thrill of it?” Draco asked, eyes sparkling in excitement. Harry remained stony-faced. “And anyway,” Draco said, pulling a folded up piece of paper from his pocket. “She’s not coming back for ages.”
Harry grabbed for the note but Draco held it out of reach and opened it.
“Bunny, I’ve gone to the market with mum. Will be back later. Wuv you. Kiss kiss kiss.” Draco looked like he was about to throw up. “Bunny? Wuv you!? Good god Harry, you need to get out of here for your own good.”
“Fuck off,” Harry mumbled.
“And the lack of conviction in your voice says it all,” Draco replied, an annoying I’m-right-and-you’re-wrong smile playing upon his lips. “Come on, Harry, I’ll save you from this mess you’ve found yourself in. I’ll be your angel.”
“More like the devil on my shoulder,” retorted Harry. “Forget it,” he added, when Draco looked confused at his words.
“You’re unhappy,” Draco continued. “This isn’t what you want. Ginny was just plan B.”
“How dare you!” Harry cried in outrage. “How dare you, you fucking prick! YOU are the one that made me unhappy. Do you know how it felt to wake up one morning to find you gone?”
“I left a note.”
“A fucking note, Draco! This isn’t working out. Might see you around. Forget about us and move on. D.”
“Word perfect,” said Draco.
“I’ve had a lot of time to memorise it,” Harry spat in reply. Draco stared at him blankly before he gave a small shrug and got off the bed.
“I can’t force you,” he said calmly, making his way over to Harry, who still had the bed sheet draped around his waist. He reached out a hand and stroked Harry’s cheek affectionately and despite a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to, Harry nuzzled into it and enjoyed the warm, reminiscent feeling it held. The same hand that had roamed his body and made him feel like the most special person in the entire world. The same hand that had stroked his hair at night and helped him drift off to sleep.
The same hand that he had missed when he woke up to find it not there. The same hand that never waved goodbye and he didn’t think he’d ever see again. The same hand that he longed to hold when nobody else was around and he felt so depressed he felt like dying.
Harry pushed away and shook his head slowly. “It’s gone,” he said softly.
“What?”
Harry shrugged. “The love? The feelings… I don’t know. But… I do know it’s not you I want.” He wasn’t sure whether he saw a faint flicker of desperation in Draco’s eyes.
“Fine,” Draco replied evenly. “If that’s what you want.”
Harry nodded but didn’t say anything and with one final, lingering look Draco made his way to leave. As he reached the door he stopped and turned to Harry, who definitely saw the desperation in his eyes this time.
“Harry, I need you,” Draco whispered. “…Please.”
Harry shook his head but didn’t say anything yet again and it was the silence that killed Draco the most. When he had verbalisation to bounce back with, he could cover up his feelings and emotions with stinging retorts and biting comments. With silence, he was left with nothing more than mere begging.
Title: That evening
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: G
Prompt: September challenge prompt: The picture
Word Count: 500
Summary: Harry Potter, strolling down the street that evening, was met with a blast from the past.
Warnings: (at your discretion) None
Notes: Chapter 02/02
Harry Potter, strolling down the street that evening, walked hand-in-hand happily with his wife of two years, Ginny Weasley. They had just watched a film (A Muggle film that had a storyline involving their own interpretation of magic, much to the couples amusement) and were now deciding whether to eat out and then go home or to go home and eat.
“Isn’t that…Malfoy?” Ginny interrupted. Harry followed to where she was pointing and sure enough, there was a guy that looked a lot like Draco who was rather desperately and rather disastrously attempting to break into what looked like a brand new car. However, the clothes on this man were scruffy and his hair wasn’t shiny enough to be Draco and Harry was just about to tell Ginny that before hinting that he’d rather like to go home to eat, when he saw a flash of recognition run through the man’s eyes. Harry’s lips parted slightly and his throat suddenly felt very dry. He swallowed and numbly registered that it hurt to do so.
Draco was suddenly wrestled to the ground by several Muggle uniformed policemen that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere
“I wonder what’s going on?”
“Dunno,” Harry heard himself mutter in automatic reply. What the hell was going on? Draco being held captive by the law, the Muggle law, no less. He watched as they wrenched each of Draco’s arms behind his back and handcuffed him, ignoring his wild animalistic howls of fury and defeat. Standing him to his feet and pushing their hands roughly on the back of his neck to keep his head bowed down, they walked him over to the police van, but still Draco put up as a fight as he kicked and twisted and even attempted to bite anyone he could.
At last they managed to bundle him into the van and as they slammed the door shut, Draco’s crying protests were dulled.
“Should I help him?”
“Of course not, we don’t even know what’s happened,” Ginny replied. Harry didn’t even know he’d asked a question. He watched as the drama that had unfolded quickly dried up as the policemen got back into their van and the crowd that had gathered in the hope of something exciting happening started to drift away.
He was distracted when Ginny broke into exaggerated coughs and glared at a woman who marched down the street importantly, the wavering nicotine from her cigarette attaching its scent to whoever she passed.
“I hate smoking,” Ginny said disgustedly. She pulled Harry into a kiss. “I’m so glad you quit.”
“Mmm,” said Harry distractedly, watching the police van and imagining Draco in the back of it, head bowed, arms tied and whispers of Harry, I need you. …Please echoing in his mind.
“Harry?” said Ginny loudly, unsuccessfully trying to break into his thoughts. “Harry! Aren’t you glad you quit smoking?”
“Yeah,” replied Harry dully. “No. I mean… I don’t know.”