Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge No. 66; JMDC gift!fic
It's the first weekend of August already, bringing a new Monthly Drabble Challenge. This month's prompt is DO YOU LIKE IT HOT? It is brought to you by my recent, ghastly weather.
Feel free to write or draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. If you can combine this with other prompts to make your lives easier, by all means, do so.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until Sunday, August 21, at 11:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me. Below is my entry for the month:
Title: Do Your Duty
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, off-screen Shacklebolt
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 66 - Do you like it hot?
♦ Gift for June 2011's JMDC winner, aelfrics_cat, with a prompt of Earl Grey tea
Summary: Auror Potter has been dispatched to Malfoy Manor to secure the signature of Draco Malfoy, by whatever means necessary.
Harry gingerly took a seat at the small, exquisitely set table in the Rose Parlor at Malfoy Manor. This wasn't intended to be a social call, but Draco Malfoy had managed to turn it into one. He had insisted that Harry discuss business over tea.
"Do you like it hot?" Malfoy purred.
"I-I'm sorry?" stammered Harry. Surely, Malfoy wasn't flirting with him?
"Your Earl Grey," said Malfoy. "Do you take it hot?"
"Er, doesn't everyone?" Harry countered.
Malfoy shrugged. "Both Pansy and my cousin Francois prefer their tea tepid. As for me, the hotter the better."
Harry tried not to squirm in his chair. Malfoy's words seemed innocent enough, but Harry was a gay bloke with a healthy sexual appetite, and Malfoy was much too attractive for Harry's peace of mind.
Malfoy finished pouring and took a seat across from Harry. "Tell me more about your proposition," he invited.
Malfoy made it sound positively dirty, and Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Erm, the DMLE would like to hire you on retainer to assist in the identification of illegal potions," he said.
Malfoy stirred milk into his tea and took a sip before asking, "What sort of perks would this position entail?"
"Perks?"
"Yes, Potter," said Malfoy. "In addition to being paid, what other benefits may I expect to receive?"
Harry selected a scone while stalling. He hadn't wanted to call on Malfoy, but Shacklebolt had insisted. He certainly wasn't prepared to field the sort of questions Malfoy was asking. "What would you like?" Harry asked, thinking he could make notes and let someone else deal with Malfoy's demands.
Malfoy's answering smirk was utterly devious. "I'd like to take you upstairs and spend the rest of the day shagging," he said.
Harry's cup rattled in its saucer. "I beg your pardon?!" he chirped.
"Come now, Potter," chided Malfoy, pausing to grin at his own innuendo. "You're a bit of alright these days. What gay bloke wouldn't want you in his bed?"
Harry's cock began pressing at the front of his pants, already firmly in Malfoy's camp and longing to join the prat in his bed. Harry himself, however, felt a protest was in order. "I'm not on the menu, Malfoy!" he snapped.
Malfoy sat back in his chair with an affronted sniff. "No shag, no deal," he announced.
Harry's mind raced in a panic. Shacklebolt had sent him to Malfoy Manor with the express purpose of landing Draco Malfoy on retainer for the DMLE. In fact, Shacklebolt's exact words had been, 'And don't come back until you have Malfoy's signature on a contract'.
Harry wondered what Shacklebolt's reaction would be, were he to go running back to his boss, whining about the sexual harassment he'd been subjected to. Harry's facile imagination supplied the answer, as he clearly heard Shacklebolt's voice boom in his head, "For Godric's sake, Potter, you're an Auror, sworn to do your duty by the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic needs Draco Malfoy. Now, get up there and do your duty!"
Harry's chin rose, along with his cock. He took his Auror duties quite seriously, and if he had to shag Draco Malfoy to accomplish his mission, so be it. Harry stood up and tossed his serviette down like a gauntlet. "Very well, Malfoy," he said. "I'll shag you in exchange for your signature on the contract."
Malfoy blinked up at him. "Are you having me on?" he asked, setting his teacup down calmly.
"Certainly not," said Harry, crossing his arms over his chest. "And, if you want to have me on you, lead the way to your bedroom."
Malfoy pushed his chair back and stood with a victorious smile on his face. He turned without a word and led the way from the parlor and to the curved staircase in the main foyer. Malfoy paused with one foot on the bottom step and said, "Oh, and Potter? Whether or not I sign the contract depends on how well you shag me."
Feel free to write or draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, etc. If you can combine this with other prompts to make your lives easier, by all means, do so.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until Sunday, August 21, at 11:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me. Below is my entry for the month:
Title: Do Your Duty
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, off-screen Shacklebolt
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 675
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 66 - Do you like it hot?
♦ Gift for June 2011's JMDC winner, aelfrics_cat, with a prompt of Earl Grey tea
Summary: Auror Potter has been dispatched to Malfoy Manor to secure the signature of Draco Malfoy, by whatever means necessary.
Harry gingerly took a seat at the small, exquisitely set table in the Rose Parlor at Malfoy Manor. This wasn't intended to be a social call, but Draco Malfoy had managed to turn it into one. He had insisted that Harry discuss business over tea.
"Do you like it hot?" Malfoy purred.
"I-I'm sorry?" stammered Harry. Surely, Malfoy wasn't flirting with him?
"Your Earl Grey," said Malfoy. "Do you take it hot?"
"Er, doesn't everyone?" Harry countered.
Malfoy shrugged. "Both Pansy and my cousin Francois prefer their tea tepid. As for me, the hotter the better."
Harry tried not to squirm in his chair. Malfoy's words seemed innocent enough, but Harry was a gay bloke with a healthy sexual appetite, and Malfoy was much too attractive for Harry's peace of mind.
Malfoy finished pouring and took a seat across from Harry. "Tell me more about your proposition," he invited.
Malfoy made it sound positively dirty, and Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Erm, the DMLE would like to hire you on retainer to assist in the identification of illegal potions," he said.
Malfoy stirred milk into his tea and took a sip before asking, "What sort of perks would this position entail?"
"Perks?"
"Yes, Potter," said Malfoy. "In addition to being paid, what other benefits may I expect to receive?"
Harry selected a scone while stalling. He hadn't wanted to call on Malfoy, but Shacklebolt had insisted. He certainly wasn't prepared to field the sort of questions Malfoy was asking. "What would you like?" Harry asked, thinking he could make notes and let someone else deal with Malfoy's demands.
Malfoy's answering smirk was utterly devious. "I'd like to take you upstairs and spend the rest of the day shagging," he said.
Harry's cup rattled in its saucer. "I beg your pardon?!" he chirped.
"Come now, Potter," chided Malfoy, pausing to grin at his own innuendo. "You're a bit of alright these days. What gay bloke wouldn't want you in his bed?"
Harry's cock began pressing at the front of his pants, already firmly in Malfoy's camp and longing to join the prat in his bed. Harry himself, however, felt a protest was in order. "I'm not on the menu, Malfoy!" he snapped.
Malfoy sat back in his chair with an affronted sniff. "No shag, no deal," he announced.
Harry's mind raced in a panic. Shacklebolt had sent him to Malfoy Manor with the express purpose of landing Draco Malfoy on retainer for the DMLE. In fact, Shacklebolt's exact words had been, 'And don't come back until you have Malfoy's signature on a contract'.
Harry wondered what Shacklebolt's reaction would be, were he to go running back to his boss, whining about the sexual harassment he'd been subjected to. Harry's facile imagination supplied the answer, as he clearly heard Shacklebolt's voice boom in his head, "For Godric's sake, Potter, you're an Auror, sworn to do your duty by the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic needs Draco Malfoy. Now, get up there and do your duty!"
Harry's chin rose, along with his cock. He took his Auror duties quite seriously, and if he had to shag Draco Malfoy to accomplish his mission, so be it. Harry stood up and tossed his serviette down like a gauntlet. "Very well, Malfoy," he said. "I'll shag you in exchange for your signature on the contract."
Malfoy blinked up at him. "Are you having me on?" he asked, setting his teacup down calmly.
"Certainly not," said Harry, crossing his arms over his chest. "And, if you want to have me on you, lead the way to your bedroom."
Malfoy pushed his chair back and stood with a victorious smile on his face. He turned without a word and led the way from the parlor and to the curved staircase in the main foyer. Malfoy paused with one foot on the bottom step and said, "Oh, and Potter? Whether or not I sign the contract depends on how well you shag me."