Submission and Mockery
Title: Submission and Mockery
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 567
Warnings: General silliness, boykissing
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Author's Notes: This was written for grunhilda as part of AWDT's second birthday fic exchange. The prompt was to write a fic that was sweet and fluffy but canon and to include at least one of the lines: "I want to be a pirate" and "You're kidding, aren't you?". She also mentioned that she wouldn't mind a PG-13 fic. I'm afraid I had great difficulty getting this one out, but I hope that you like it! :)
Harry Potter drummed his fingers against the wood of the table. He was determined not to back down on this one. There was no way that Draco was going to win this time. Absolutely not…
“Alright! We can go if it really means so much to you.”
Draco gave him a lopsided smile. “You’ll have fun. Just wait and see.”
Incredulity crept across Harry’s face. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? You know how much I hate these things.”
Getting up from his seat, Draco moved to drape himself across Harry’s lap. As Harry wrapped his arms around his back, Draco replied,
“I do know. I know that you hate public appearances and all the hero worship that goes with them. But I also know that I love these kind of functions and that, frankly, I’m a selfish bastard.”
Harry sighed and dropped his forehead to rest against Draco’s shoulder. “You’re too arrogant for your own good.” He couldn’t see Draco’s face, but he was sure that his partner would be smirking in acknowledgment. “I’m not wearing a costume, though. That’s the one place where I really do draw the line.”
“Oh, but Harry,” Draco’s voice was tinged with amusement. “I want to be a pirate.”
“What?”
“You know, Roger the cabin boy and all that.”
“God.”
Draco laughed. “Not today.”
***
The room was still quite empty, much to Harry’s relief. Every October the Ministry held a Halloween party that was always highly attended and Draco had insisted that they arrived early to avoid the rush. As much as Harry had disliked the idea, he had grudgingly admitted that it was better than turning up late and having everyone stare at him when he entered.
“Buy me a drink,” Draco’s voice sounded in Harry’s ear.
“Prat. Buy your own.”
Draco slipped his arms around Harry’s waist. “Don’t be such a miser.”
Harry rolled his eyes and turned to face Draco. “Maybe I will,” he conceded. “After all, the girl never normally pays.”
Draco’s grip tightened. “I think you’ll find,” he said, slowly pressing his hips forward into Harry’s, “That I am anything but a girl.”
“I’m not sure,” Harry replied, pushing back. “You might need to convince me on that point.” He wriggled as Draco’s hands slid down his back and into the back pockets of his trousers.
Draco’s mouth descended upon Harry’s and Harry immediately forgot what he had been talking about. Draco’s kisses always made him feel as if time had stopped and that suddenly the universe had centred in the vicinity of his body. Now was no different and held his body as close to Draco’s as possible whilst their lips slid over each other and tongues darted out to lick at sharp teeth.
When they pulled apart, Draco licked a drop of saliva from the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I do believe,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, “that your lack of outfit has just been justified.”
“What?”
Draco’s eyes darted to the side of Harry and the large group of people who had arrived and were watching them with a mixture of fascination and horror. “If they haven’t guessed what we get up to by now…”
“Fuck,” Harry groaned.
“Exactly.”
When Harry glared at him, Draco placed a small kiss on the end of his nose. Moving back, he grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him in the direction of the bar. “About that drink…”
As usual, comments are welcome!
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 567
Warnings: General silliness, boykissing
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
Author's Notes: This was written for grunhilda as part of AWDT's second birthday fic exchange. The prompt was to write a fic that was sweet and fluffy but canon and to include at least one of the lines: "I want to be a pirate" and "You're kidding, aren't you?". She also mentioned that she wouldn't mind a PG-13 fic. I'm afraid I had great difficulty getting this one out, but I hope that you like it! :)
Harry Potter drummed his fingers against the wood of the table. He was determined not to back down on this one. There was no way that Draco was going to win this time. Absolutely not…
“Alright! We can go if it really means so much to you.”
Draco gave him a lopsided smile. “You’ll have fun. Just wait and see.”
Incredulity crept across Harry’s face. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? You know how much I hate these things.”
Getting up from his seat, Draco moved to drape himself across Harry’s lap. As Harry wrapped his arms around his back, Draco replied,
“I do know. I know that you hate public appearances and all the hero worship that goes with them. But I also know that I love these kind of functions and that, frankly, I’m a selfish bastard.”
Harry sighed and dropped his forehead to rest against Draco’s shoulder. “You’re too arrogant for your own good.” He couldn’t see Draco’s face, but he was sure that his partner would be smirking in acknowledgment. “I’m not wearing a costume, though. That’s the one place where I really do draw the line.”
“Oh, but Harry,” Draco’s voice was tinged with amusement. “I want to be a pirate.”
“What?”
“You know, Roger the cabin boy and all that.”
“God.”
Draco laughed. “Not today.”
***
The room was still quite empty, much to Harry’s relief. Every October the Ministry held a Halloween party that was always highly attended and Draco had insisted that they arrived early to avoid the rush. As much as Harry had disliked the idea, he had grudgingly admitted that it was better than turning up late and having everyone stare at him when he entered.
“Buy me a drink,” Draco’s voice sounded in Harry’s ear.
“Prat. Buy your own.”
Draco slipped his arms around Harry’s waist. “Don’t be such a miser.”
Harry rolled his eyes and turned to face Draco. “Maybe I will,” he conceded. “After all, the girl never normally pays.”
Draco’s grip tightened. “I think you’ll find,” he said, slowly pressing his hips forward into Harry’s, “That I am anything but a girl.”
“I’m not sure,” Harry replied, pushing back. “You might need to convince me on that point.” He wriggled as Draco’s hands slid down his back and into the back pockets of his trousers.
Draco’s mouth descended upon Harry’s and Harry immediately forgot what he had been talking about. Draco’s kisses always made him feel as if time had stopped and that suddenly the universe had centred in the vicinity of his body. Now was no different and held his body as close to Draco’s as possible whilst their lips slid over each other and tongues darted out to lick at sharp teeth.
When they pulled apart, Draco licked a drop of saliva from the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I do believe,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, “that your lack of outfit has just been justified.”
“What?”
Draco’s eyes darted to the side of Harry and the large group of people who had arrived and were watching them with a mixture of fascination and horror. “If they haven’t guessed what we get up to by now…”
“Fuck,” Harry groaned.
“Exactly.”
When Harry glared at him, Draco placed a small kiss on the end of his nose. Moving back, he grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him in the direction of the bar. “About that drink…”
As usual, comments are welcome!