Irresistible 3
Title: Irresistible 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin', creature!fic (characters and creatures are of age)
Word count: 845
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and the warnings.
Written for:
♥ Birthday gift for psychxout, whose prompt was veela fic. This is a sequel to Irresistible 2.
♥ awdt prompt of "I don't want to do it forever."
Summary: Harry tries to regain some control.
"Harry, why is your shirt on backwards?" Hermione asked. Shaking her head, she stepped back. "Never mind; come on in."
Harry shuffled into his friend's flat and flopped onto the sofa with a groan of despair.
Hermione looked at him and bit her lip. "I'll just...make some tea," she murmured.
Harry lay on the sofa, willing himself to die, until Hermione returned and demanded he sit up and accept a cup of tea. Harry took a gulp and braced himself for a lecture.
"Who is it?" Hermione asked in a mild voice. She raised her cup and took a sip, eyes on Harry's face the entire time.
Harry knocked back another swig of hot tea to stall, then sighed and set his cup in its saucer on the low table in front of him. "Malfoy," he muttered, eyes on the floor. When no explosion was forthcoming, Harry raised his gaze to Hermione again. She had a speculative look on her face.
"I'm not surprised," Hermione said.
"That makes one of us!" snapped Harry before slumping against the back of the sofa once more. "What am I going to do, Hermione?" he wailed.
"Enjoy it," she shrugged and nibbled on a biscuit.
~*~
Harry returned to his townhouse and trudged up the steps to his bedroom. He had taken two strides inside when he noticed something amiss. His closet doors were ajar, and the contents were gone. The same was true of his dresser drawers. Harry drew his wand and looked around wildly. His teeth clenched when he spied a fluffy white feather on the floor.
"Malfoy!" spat Harry.
~*~
Harry pounded on Malfoy's door. "Open the damned door, Malfoy!" he bellowed. The door opened on its own, and Harry nearly tumbled inside. There was no one in sight. "Where are you?" he yelled.
"Upstairs!" came the response from the floor above.
Harry bounded up the steps and stormed through the only opened door he saw. He stumbled to a halt in what was clearly the master bedroom. Malfoy was standing in the center of chaos, flicking his wand and moving some of Harry's clothing into the closet or bureau, while other items were relegated to a pile on the floor.
"You stole my clothes," Harry stated.
"I did not steal your clothing," Malfoy countered. "I moved them for you." He went about sorting Harry's clothes as if nothing were wrong.
"Why did you take it upon yourself to move my clothes?"
Malfoy spared Harry a glance. "You're stubborn, and I'm impatient." He twitched one wing in a shrug.
Harry was about to tear a strip off of Malfoy when a thought occurred to him. "How did you get inside my house?" he demanded.
"Simple," Malfoy grinned. "I'm a Slytherin, an accomplished wizard, and a veela. Aside from that, your password was so obvious, a Hufflepuff could have guessed it."
"Malfoy," Harry gritted, "I am-" he stopped speaking when his favorite Chudley Cannons shirt sailed into the pile on the floor. "What are you doing with those?" he growled, pointing to the mound.
"Those rags are to be given to charity," Malfoy told him.
"What?!" shrilled Harry.
"The clothing you're wearing has to go, too," declared Malfoy. He flicked his wand in Harry's direction, and Harry's clothes disappeared, leaving him naked and exposed. "Hah! I knew it!" crowed Malfoy, smirking at Harry's erection.
Harry wavered a moment between fight or flight, and then the Gryffindor in him pounced.
~*~
"Harder, Harry, harder," moaned Malfoy. He was face down in Harry's pile of clothing while Harry pounded into him from behind.
Their short tussle had aroused Harry further, even though he suspected Malfoy had only put up a token resistance out of principle. His suspicions were confirmed when Harry had rammed his cock into Malfoy's pre-lubed hole. Now they were going at it like a pair of kneazles, complete with yowling and snarling and clawing and biting. Harry had an irresistible urge to caress the veela's wings, and Malfoy moaned in response to being petted.
"Oh god," gasped Malfoy. "I'm going to...ah!" he cried out as his body tensed and shuddered.
Harry thrust in a few more times before his own muscles went taut. He crouched over Malfoy and spurted into his snug little hole.
Malfoy's wings drooped, and a weary hum escaped him as he burrowed into the pile of clothing they'd shagged on.
Harry rolled away from him and lay staring up at the ceiling. "I don't like you," he complained.
"You enjoy the sex," Malfoy pointed out.
"Yeah, but I don't want to do it forever," Harry whined.
"Rubbish," scoffed Malfoy. "You've never had it so good, and you know it."
"I forbid you to get rid of any of my clothes," Harry said, trying to regain some control of the situation. Malfoy sidled closer and draped a wing and a thigh over him.
"Whatever you say, Harry."
Irresistible 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin', creature!fic (characters and creatures are of age)
Word count: 845
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and the warnings.
Written for:
♥ Birthday gift for psychxout, whose prompt was veela fic. This is a sequel to Irresistible 2.
♥ awdt prompt of "I don't want to do it forever."
Summary: Harry tries to regain some control.
"Harry, why is your shirt on backwards?" Hermione asked. Shaking her head, she stepped back. "Never mind; come on in."
Harry shuffled into his friend's flat and flopped onto the sofa with a groan of despair.
Hermione looked at him and bit her lip. "I'll just...make some tea," she murmured.
Harry lay on the sofa, willing himself to die, until Hermione returned and demanded he sit up and accept a cup of tea. Harry took a gulp and braced himself for a lecture.
"Who is it?" Hermione asked in a mild voice. She raised her cup and took a sip, eyes on Harry's face the entire time.
Harry knocked back another swig of hot tea to stall, then sighed and set his cup in its saucer on the low table in front of him. "Malfoy," he muttered, eyes on the floor. When no explosion was forthcoming, Harry raised his gaze to Hermione again. She had a speculative look on her face.
"I'm not surprised," Hermione said.
"That makes one of us!" snapped Harry before slumping against the back of the sofa once more. "What am I going to do, Hermione?" he wailed.
"Enjoy it," she shrugged and nibbled on a biscuit.
~*~
Harry returned to his townhouse and trudged up the steps to his bedroom. He had taken two strides inside when he noticed something amiss. His closet doors were ajar, and the contents were gone. The same was true of his dresser drawers. Harry drew his wand and looked around wildly. His teeth clenched when he spied a fluffy white feather on the floor.
"Malfoy!" spat Harry.
~*~
Harry pounded on Malfoy's door. "Open the damned door, Malfoy!" he bellowed. The door opened on its own, and Harry nearly tumbled inside. There was no one in sight. "Where are you?" he yelled.
"Upstairs!" came the response from the floor above.
Harry bounded up the steps and stormed through the only opened door he saw. He stumbled to a halt in what was clearly the master bedroom. Malfoy was standing in the center of chaos, flicking his wand and moving some of Harry's clothing into the closet or bureau, while other items were relegated to a pile on the floor.
"You stole my clothes," Harry stated.
"I did not steal your clothing," Malfoy countered. "I moved them for you." He went about sorting Harry's clothes as if nothing were wrong.
"Why did you take it upon yourself to move my clothes?"
Malfoy spared Harry a glance. "You're stubborn, and I'm impatient." He twitched one wing in a shrug.
Harry was about to tear a strip off of Malfoy when a thought occurred to him. "How did you get inside my house?" he demanded.
"Simple," Malfoy grinned. "I'm a Slytherin, an accomplished wizard, and a veela. Aside from that, your password was so obvious, a Hufflepuff could have guessed it."
"Malfoy," Harry gritted, "I am-" he stopped speaking when his favorite Chudley Cannons shirt sailed into the pile on the floor. "What are you doing with those?" he growled, pointing to the mound.
"Those rags are to be given to charity," Malfoy told him.
"What?!" shrilled Harry.
"The clothing you're wearing has to go, too," declared Malfoy. He flicked his wand in Harry's direction, and Harry's clothes disappeared, leaving him naked and exposed. "Hah! I knew it!" crowed Malfoy, smirking at Harry's erection.
Harry wavered a moment between fight or flight, and then the Gryffindor in him pounced.
~*~
"Harder, Harry, harder," moaned Malfoy. He was face down in Harry's pile of clothing while Harry pounded into him from behind.
Their short tussle had aroused Harry further, even though he suspected Malfoy had only put up a token resistance out of principle. His suspicions were confirmed when Harry had rammed his cock into Malfoy's pre-lubed hole. Now they were going at it like a pair of kneazles, complete with yowling and snarling and clawing and biting. Harry had an irresistible urge to caress the veela's wings, and Malfoy moaned in response to being petted.
"Oh god," gasped Malfoy. "I'm going to...ah!" he cried out as his body tensed and shuddered.
Harry thrust in a few more times before his own muscles went taut. He crouched over Malfoy and spurted into his snug little hole.
Malfoy's wings drooped, and a weary hum escaped him as he burrowed into the pile of clothing they'd shagged on.
Harry rolled away from him and lay staring up at the ceiling. "I don't like you," he complained.
"You enjoy the sex," Malfoy pointed out.
"Yeah, but I don't want to do it forever," Harry whined.
"Rubbish," scoffed Malfoy. "You've never had it so good, and you know it."
"I forbid you to get rid of any of my clothes," Harry said, trying to regain some control of the situation. Malfoy sidled closer and draped a wing and a thigh over him.
"Whatever you say, Harry."
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