Allure
Title: Allure
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Word count: 1550
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for ebilgatoloco, who asked for veela!Draco.
Summary: Harry has been hired as Malfoy's bodyguard, but he finds himself wanting to do other things to Malfoy's body.
"Potter, I wish to hire you as my personal bodyguard. On a temporary basis, of course."
Harry glanced up from the report he was working on and glared at Malfoy, who met his stare head on. "Forget it, Malfoy," Harry replied, returning his attention to the paperwork on his desk. "No one is more likely to kill you than I am."
"That is precisely why you are perfect for the job," said Malfoy. "You see, when a veela reaches a certain age, our natural allure comes into play, and we are left to fend off lust-crazed suitors. Because you harbor nothing but ill will toward me, I can trust that you won't be affected by my allure and will be able to protect me from any unwanted molestation until I learn to control my gifts."
"Aren't there spells for that?"
"Of course there are, Potter, but if I begin hexing everyone who tries to molest me, you'll get called in anyway," snorted Malfoy.
Harry sighed and sat back in his chair. "I'd love to help you out, Malfoy, but I'm afraid my case load is too heavy." A tiny smirk settled on his features.
A bigger smirk crossed Malfoy's face. "Not any more, it isn't," he said. "I spoke to Dawlish, and he agreed to free up your workload so you can take my case."
Harry's smug grin fell off his face and was replaced by a look of outrage. "You did what?!" he bellowed.
Malfoy nearly preened. "I asked Dawlish to assign you to my case in exchange for a very generous donation to the Ministry's War Orphans fund," he replied. "You don't want the poor orphans to suffer, do you, Potter?"
Harry crossed his arms and glared. Someone was going to suffer.
~*~
Harry moved in with Malfoy. He had to. Temporarily, of course. He was now Malfoy's personal bodyguard and would be for the foreseeable future. Personally, Harry didn't think Malfoy would need to worry for long about any unpleasantness concerning his veela allure. He wouldn't live that long. Because Harry was going to kill him.
As Harry stared at Malfoy's long, slender throat, he fantasized about wrapping his hands around that column of flesh and stroking the soft skin...No! Harry blinked. He wanted to wrap his hands around Malfoy's throat and throttle him, and then...
"Potter."
Harry blinked again. "Huh?"
"You're staring," sniffed Malfoy. "You are supposed to be immune to my allure."
"I'm not attracted to you!" spat Harry. "I was merely contemplating how much I wish to kill you right now."
"Oh, that's acceptable, then," Malfoy nodded. "Carry on." He returned his attention to the Prophet, ignoring Harry.
Gritting his teeth, Harry turned away and thought about other ways in which he could kill Malfoy--ones that didn't involve him touching the git.
~*~
Harry had accompanied Malfoy to Diagon Alley, which is when the first incident happened. As Malfoy was perusing the potions tomes in Flourish & Blotts, an older witch plastered herself to him and began cooing at him.
"Let me see what you have in your pants, ducky," she flirted.
"Aguamenti!"
The woman shrieked as Harry doused the flames of her desire with a well-placed hex.
As the witch sputtered, Harry grabbed Malfoy's arm and Apparated them away. They appeared in Malfoy's dining room, and he staggered against Harry due to the suddenness of the travel. Harry reacted by pulling Malfoy hard against himself and crushing the veela's lips with his own.
Malfoy responded with enthusiasm until Harry came to his senses and pushed him away. "I say, Potter," gasped Malfoy. "You're meant to be protecting me, not ravishing me yourself!"
Harry bit back a curse and stormed from the room.
~*~
"I'm removing myself from your case."
Harry made the announcement over dinner. He'd spent the remainder of the day thinking about things, and this was the only solution he could find.
"Nonsense, Potter." Malfoy didn't even bother looking up from his plate. "You're the best man for the job."
"But I, too, am falling victim to your allure!" Harry cried. It pained him to admit it, but he was desperate to get away from Malfoy before he did something they'd both regret.
Malfoy regarded him from amused gray eyes. "If you find yourself feeling attracted to me, simply remind yourself of how much you loathe me," he shrugged. "That should cool your ardor."
Harry flounced back in his seat. "How much longer will this allure last?" he demanded. "I have better things to do than play chaperon to a...an out-of-control veela!"
Malfoy sneered at him. "If you must know, I will continue to be alluring until I accept a mate."
"How long will that take?!" squawked Harry.
"I have no idea," Malfoy admitted. "It could take years."
Harry buried his head in his hands.
~*~
The second incident happened in Malfoy's own home. A wizard arrived the following day to deliver some potions ingredients that Malfoy had ordered and needed to sign for. As Malfoy handed the delivery slip back to the man, the stranger abruptly pulled Malfoy into an awkard embrace and began kissing his neck.
Malfoy managed a startled squeak, and Harry fired off a repelling charm that blasted the man away from Malfoy and out the door. Once more, Harry felt an overwhelming urge to claim Malfoy for himself. He seized the veela in his arms and snogged him until they both sank to the floor. This time, however, Harry didn't stop at a mere kiss. He tore at Malfoy's clothing, baring his torso and swooping down to kiss and lick and bite the pale flesh he'd revealed.
Instead of pushing Harry away, Malfoy arched and moaned and held Harry's head closer. Harry silenced the part of his brain that was insisting this was a bad idea, and he allowed his hands to divest Malfoy of the rest of his clothing. "Beautiful," Harry wheezed as he looked his fill of the perfection that was Malfoy's naked body. He didn't wait for a response before he lowered his head and engulfed Malfoy's erect cock in his mouth.
Malfoy keened and tightened his grip on Harry's hair. Harry's head bobbed up and down until he could wait no longer to be inside of Malfoy. He sat back, undid his trousers and husked, "I need to fuck you now."
"I need it, too," gasped Malfoy. He twitched when Harry used wandless magic to prepare him.
Harry shoveled his hands beneath Malfoy's arse and hauled his hips up. He shuffled into position and plunged into Malfoy with a powerful thrust. Harry didn't pause. He continued thrusting, driving himself deeper on each stroke. This was no genteel session of lovemaking. Harry and Malfoy were fucking--hot and raw and furious--right there on the floor.
Malfoy managed to get a hand on his own cock and began wanking himself as Harry continued stretching his arse with one slick stroke after another. Malfoy seized up in spectacular fashion, kicking his legs and shouting the walls down as he climaxed.
Harry kept on thrusting until it was his voice resounding in the room as he came. He spurted inside of Malfoy, leaving them both wet and sticky. As Harry's senses returned, so did his sense of decorum. He scrambled off of Malfoy and tried to fumble his spent cock back in his trousers. A glance at Malfoy gave him pause. Malfoy was lying sprawled where Harry had left him, legs splayed open, spunk smeared on his chest and dribbling from his hole, and a blissful expression on his face.
Harry had an urge to fuck him again. Instead, he set his clothing to rights and stammered, "My apologies, Malfoy. That was terribly unprofessional of me."
Malfoy simply sighed and stretched.
Harry cleared his throat. "I'll, uh, I'll have Dawlish assign someone else to your case."
"No need, Potter," Malfoy smiled. He finally opened his eyes and blinked up at Harry. "Now that you've mated with me, my allure will no longer affect anyone but you."
"Mated?!" Harry chirped.
"Mmhmm," Malfoy murmured. He looked quite comfortable for someone lying naked on the floor. "You fought for me, and I consented to have sex with you. We're now mated."
"For life?!"
Malfoy sat up and nodded. "Yes, unless you'd rather I have sex with someone else-"
"I'll kill anyone who touches you!" snarled Harry. He blinked in surprise at his own vehemence.
"See?" Malfoy beamed at him. "We're mated!"
Harry groaned and flopped back on the floor. "I'm doomed," he moaned.
"Do stop being so melodramatic, Potter."
Harry propped himself up on his elbows to glare at Malfoy. "What benefit do I get out of this arrangement?"
Malfoy rocked forward onto his fours and prowled closer until he was straddling Harry's prone form. "You get to have unlimited, veela-style sex with me whenever and wherever you want," he purred.
Harry's eyes traveled down Malfoy's toned chest and fastened on his swelling cock. He licked his lips and rasped, "Tell me more."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Word count: 1550
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for ebilgatoloco, who asked for veela!Draco.
Summary: Harry has been hired as Malfoy's bodyguard, but he finds himself wanting to do other things to Malfoy's body.
"Potter, I wish to hire you as my personal bodyguard. On a temporary basis, of course."
Harry glanced up from the report he was working on and glared at Malfoy, who met his stare head on. "Forget it, Malfoy," Harry replied, returning his attention to the paperwork on his desk. "No one is more likely to kill you than I am."
"That is precisely why you are perfect for the job," said Malfoy. "You see, when a veela reaches a certain age, our natural allure comes into play, and we are left to fend off lust-crazed suitors. Because you harbor nothing but ill will toward me, I can trust that you won't be affected by my allure and will be able to protect me from any unwanted molestation until I learn to control my gifts."
"Aren't there spells for that?"
"Of course there are, Potter, but if I begin hexing everyone who tries to molest me, you'll get called in anyway," snorted Malfoy.
Harry sighed and sat back in his chair. "I'd love to help you out, Malfoy, but I'm afraid my case load is too heavy." A tiny smirk settled on his features.
A bigger smirk crossed Malfoy's face. "Not any more, it isn't," he said. "I spoke to Dawlish, and he agreed to free up your workload so you can take my case."
Harry's smug grin fell off his face and was replaced by a look of outrage. "You did what?!" he bellowed.
Malfoy nearly preened. "I asked Dawlish to assign you to my case in exchange for a very generous donation to the Ministry's War Orphans fund," he replied. "You don't want the poor orphans to suffer, do you, Potter?"
Harry crossed his arms and glared. Someone was going to suffer.
~*~
Harry moved in with Malfoy. He had to. Temporarily, of course. He was now Malfoy's personal bodyguard and would be for the foreseeable future. Personally, Harry didn't think Malfoy would need to worry for long about any unpleasantness concerning his veela allure. He wouldn't live that long. Because Harry was going to kill him.
As Harry stared at Malfoy's long, slender throat, he fantasized about wrapping his hands around that column of flesh and stroking the soft skin...No! Harry blinked. He wanted to wrap his hands around Malfoy's throat and throttle him, and then...
"Potter."
Harry blinked again. "Huh?"
"You're staring," sniffed Malfoy. "You are supposed to be immune to my allure."
"I'm not attracted to you!" spat Harry. "I was merely contemplating how much I wish to kill you right now."
"Oh, that's acceptable, then," Malfoy nodded. "Carry on." He returned his attention to the Prophet, ignoring Harry.
Gritting his teeth, Harry turned away and thought about other ways in which he could kill Malfoy--ones that didn't involve him touching the git.
~*~
Harry had accompanied Malfoy to Diagon Alley, which is when the first incident happened. As Malfoy was perusing the potions tomes in Flourish & Blotts, an older witch plastered herself to him and began cooing at him.
"Let me see what you have in your pants, ducky," she flirted.
"Aguamenti!"
The woman shrieked as Harry doused the flames of her desire with a well-placed hex.
As the witch sputtered, Harry grabbed Malfoy's arm and Apparated them away. They appeared in Malfoy's dining room, and he staggered against Harry due to the suddenness of the travel. Harry reacted by pulling Malfoy hard against himself and crushing the veela's lips with his own.
Malfoy responded with enthusiasm until Harry came to his senses and pushed him away. "I say, Potter," gasped Malfoy. "You're meant to be protecting me, not ravishing me yourself!"
Harry bit back a curse and stormed from the room.
~*~
"I'm removing myself from your case."
Harry made the announcement over dinner. He'd spent the remainder of the day thinking about things, and this was the only solution he could find.
"Nonsense, Potter." Malfoy didn't even bother looking up from his plate. "You're the best man for the job."
"But I, too, am falling victim to your allure!" Harry cried. It pained him to admit it, but he was desperate to get away from Malfoy before he did something they'd both regret.
Malfoy regarded him from amused gray eyes. "If you find yourself feeling attracted to me, simply remind yourself of how much you loathe me," he shrugged. "That should cool your ardor."
Harry flounced back in his seat. "How much longer will this allure last?" he demanded. "I have better things to do than play chaperon to a...an out-of-control veela!"
Malfoy sneered at him. "If you must know, I will continue to be alluring until I accept a mate."
"How long will that take?!" squawked Harry.
"I have no idea," Malfoy admitted. "It could take years."
Harry buried his head in his hands.
~*~
The second incident happened in Malfoy's own home. A wizard arrived the following day to deliver some potions ingredients that Malfoy had ordered and needed to sign for. As Malfoy handed the delivery slip back to the man, the stranger abruptly pulled Malfoy into an awkard embrace and began kissing his neck.
Malfoy managed a startled squeak, and Harry fired off a repelling charm that blasted the man away from Malfoy and out the door. Once more, Harry felt an overwhelming urge to claim Malfoy for himself. He seized the veela in his arms and snogged him until they both sank to the floor. This time, however, Harry didn't stop at a mere kiss. He tore at Malfoy's clothing, baring his torso and swooping down to kiss and lick and bite the pale flesh he'd revealed.
Instead of pushing Harry away, Malfoy arched and moaned and held Harry's head closer. Harry silenced the part of his brain that was insisting this was a bad idea, and he allowed his hands to divest Malfoy of the rest of his clothing. "Beautiful," Harry wheezed as he looked his fill of the perfection that was Malfoy's naked body. He didn't wait for a response before he lowered his head and engulfed Malfoy's erect cock in his mouth.
Malfoy keened and tightened his grip on Harry's hair. Harry's head bobbed up and down until he could wait no longer to be inside of Malfoy. He sat back, undid his trousers and husked, "I need to fuck you now."
"I need it, too," gasped Malfoy. He twitched when Harry used wandless magic to prepare him.
Harry shoveled his hands beneath Malfoy's arse and hauled his hips up. He shuffled into position and plunged into Malfoy with a powerful thrust. Harry didn't pause. He continued thrusting, driving himself deeper on each stroke. This was no genteel session of lovemaking. Harry and Malfoy were fucking--hot and raw and furious--right there on the floor.
Malfoy managed to get a hand on his own cock and began wanking himself as Harry continued stretching his arse with one slick stroke after another. Malfoy seized up in spectacular fashion, kicking his legs and shouting the walls down as he climaxed.
Harry kept on thrusting until it was his voice resounding in the room as he came. He spurted inside of Malfoy, leaving them both wet and sticky. As Harry's senses returned, so did his sense of decorum. He scrambled off of Malfoy and tried to fumble his spent cock back in his trousers. A glance at Malfoy gave him pause. Malfoy was lying sprawled where Harry had left him, legs splayed open, spunk smeared on his chest and dribbling from his hole, and a blissful expression on his face.
Harry had an urge to fuck him again. Instead, he set his clothing to rights and stammered, "My apologies, Malfoy. That was terribly unprofessional of me."
Malfoy simply sighed and stretched.
Harry cleared his throat. "I'll, uh, I'll have Dawlish assign someone else to your case."
"No need, Potter," Malfoy smiled. He finally opened his eyes and blinked up at Harry. "Now that you've mated with me, my allure will no longer affect anyone but you."
"Mated?!" Harry chirped.
"Mmhmm," Malfoy murmured. He looked quite comfortable for someone lying naked on the floor. "You fought for me, and I consented to have sex with you. We're now mated."
"For life?!"
Malfoy sat up and nodded. "Yes, unless you'd rather I have sex with someone else-"
"I'll kill anyone who touches you!" snarled Harry. He blinked in surprise at his own vehemence.
"See?" Malfoy beamed at him. "We're mated!"
Harry groaned and flopped back on the floor. "I'm doomed," he moaned.
"Do stop being so melodramatic, Potter."
Harry propped himself up on his elbows to glare at Malfoy. "What benefit do I get out of this arrangement?"
Malfoy rocked forward onto his fours and prowled closer until he was straddling Harry's prone form. "You get to have unlimited, veela-style sex with me whenever and wherever you want," he purred.
Harry's eyes traveled down Malfoy's toned chest and fastened on his swelling cock. He licked his lips and rasped, "Tell me more."