Gift fic, HDSeasons, Slythindor100 #134
Title: Verbal Seduction Part of Headmaster Harry verse, but can be read as a stand-alone.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Neville, Luna
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ adrianneb78239, in thanks for the "Help Japan" charity VGift, with a prompt of wicked.
♦ hd_seasons special prompt of National Bosses Day
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #134, which was a list of words: autumn, Snitch, cosy, ridiculous, amused, porcupine, alabaster, artificial, caramel apple, solution, ticket, symbol, cider, weather, fortuitous, pumpkin, bench, groan, moon, trees
Summary: Harry tries to talk Draco into another tryst.
It was a beautiful autumn day, perfect weather for a Quidditch match. The Headmaster claimed a space between Professors Malfoy and Longbottom on a bench in the stands.
Harry grinned at Neville. "Thank you for saving me a seat," he said. "Any time Slytherin plays against Gryffindor, it's a tough ticket."
Neville laughed. "As if you would need a ticket, Harry," he said, gesturing with the caramel apple he'd brought with him.
Harry took a sip of his hot cider before he turned his attention to Draco. "Malfoy, you look quite cosy," he said, nodding at the lap robe draped over Draco's knees. "Would you care for some cider?" asked Harry.
"I'm not fond of that artificial dreck you call cider," sniffed Draco. "I'd rather drink iced pumpkin juice."
Harry's lips twitched in an amused grin. "Still as prickly as a porcupine, I see."
Draco slanted an irritated glance Harry's way but otherwise refrained from comment. Instead, he focused on the Seekers and their pursuit of the elusive Snitch.
Harry pretended to watch the match, as well, but he kept one eye on Draco. It had been entirely too long since he'd seen Draco's naked skin gleaming like alabaster in moon light. Something told Harry that was the reason his professor was so tetchy today. He leaned close and murmured, "I know what ails you, Malfoy, and I have the solution."
Draco didn't even look at Harry. "Don't be ridiculous, Potter," he said. "There is nothing ailing me."
"Headmaster Potter," Harry admonished him with a wicked smirk. He lowered his voice and said, "You need a good shag, Malfoy."
Draco said nothing in response, but the flush that bloomed in his cheeks revealed he had heard Harry's suggestion.
Harry continued to gaze out over the pitch, but he casually pressed his thigh against Draco's and left it there. The game heated up as the Seekers raced after their target. They flew so close to the stands that Harry was able to read the symbol on the Gryffindor's broom. The Seekers lost sight of the Snitch, and there was a lull in the action. Harry took advantage of it to resume his verbal seduction.
"Let's sneak off into the trees like we used to," he whispered. "It's been too long since I've heard you groan my name in the heat of passion." He saw Draco's knuckles whiten where the professor clutched his lap robe.
At that moment, the Divination professor joined them. "Draco, do you mind if I sit beside Harry?" asked Luna, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Not at all," Draco said graciously, sliding over to make room for Professor Lovegood. "As it happens, your arrival was quite fortuitous."
Luna leaned close to Draco so that only he could hear her. "You can sneak into Harry's rooms later tonight," she whispered, giving him an audacious wink.
Draco's mouth fell open, and he sputtered, "What are you implying?"
"I teach divination, Draco," Luna giggled. "But don't worry," she added, patting his knee. "I won't tell anyone."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Neville, Luna
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 500
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ adrianneb78239, in thanks for the "Help Japan" charity VGift, with a prompt of wicked.
♦ hd_seasons special prompt of National Bosses Day
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #134, which was a list of words: autumn, Snitch, cosy, ridiculous, amused, porcupine, alabaster, artificial, caramel apple, solution, ticket, symbol, cider, weather, fortuitous, pumpkin, bench, groan, moon, trees
Summary: Harry tries to talk Draco into another tryst.
It was a beautiful autumn day, perfect weather for a Quidditch match. The Headmaster claimed a space between Professors Malfoy and Longbottom on a bench in the stands.
Harry grinned at Neville. "Thank you for saving me a seat," he said. "Any time Slytherin plays against Gryffindor, it's a tough ticket."
Neville laughed. "As if you would need a ticket, Harry," he said, gesturing with the caramel apple he'd brought with him.
Harry took a sip of his hot cider before he turned his attention to Draco. "Malfoy, you look quite cosy," he said, nodding at the lap robe draped over Draco's knees. "Would you care for some cider?" asked Harry.
"I'm not fond of that artificial dreck you call cider," sniffed Draco. "I'd rather drink iced pumpkin juice."
Harry's lips twitched in an amused grin. "Still as prickly as a porcupine, I see."
Draco slanted an irritated glance Harry's way but otherwise refrained from comment. Instead, he focused on the Seekers and their pursuit of the elusive Snitch.
Harry pretended to watch the match, as well, but he kept one eye on Draco. It had been entirely too long since he'd seen Draco's naked skin gleaming like alabaster in moon light. Something told Harry that was the reason his professor was so tetchy today. He leaned close and murmured, "I know what ails you, Malfoy, and I have the solution."
Draco didn't even look at Harry. "Don't be ridiculous, Potter," he said. "There is nothing ailing me."
"Headmaster Potter," Harry admonished him with a wicked smirk. He lowered his voice and said, "You need a good shag, Malfoy."
Draco said nothing in response, but the flush that bloomed in his cheeks revealed he had heard Harry's suggestion.
Harry continued to gaze out over the pitch, but he casually pressed his thigh against Draco's and left it there. The game heated up as the Seekers raced after their target. They flew so close to the stands that Harry was able to read the symbol on the Gryffindor's broom. The Seekers lost sight of the Snitch, and there was a lull in the action. Harry took advantage of it to resume his verbal seduction.
"Let's sneak off into the trees like we used to," he whispered. "It's been too long since I've heard you groan my name in the heat of passion." He saw Draco's knuckles whiten where the professor clutched his lap robe.
At that moment, the Divination professor joined them. "Draco, do you mind if I sit beside Harry?" asked Luna, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Not at all," Draco said graciously, sliding over to make room for Professor Lovegood. "As it happens, your arrival was quite fortuitous."
Luna leaned close to Draco so that only he could hear her. "You can sneak into Harry's rooms later tonight," she whispered, giving him an audacious wink.
Draco's mouth fell open, and he sputtered, "What are you implying?"
"I teach divination, Draco," Luna giggled. "But don't worry," she added, patting his knee. "I won't tell anyone."