A Different Dance
Title: A Different Dance Part of Headmaster Harry verse, but can be read as a stand-alone.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OFC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for clionona, who asked for dancing.
♦ hd_seasons January prompt of "On the bright side, it's only January."
Summary: Harry saves his best moves for Draco.
Professor Malfoy cleared his throat, instantly gaining the attention of the Slytherin students. "The Headmaster wishes to make an announcement," said Draco. "Please give him your undivided attention."
Harry nodded at Draco and stepped up beside him. He faced the assembled students, hiding an amused grin at the expressions on some of their faces. Clearly, some of the Slytherins had guilty consciences. "In honor of St Valentine's Day, Hogwarts will be hosting a Valentine's Ball," Harry told them. "As your Head of House, Professor Malfoy will be making sure all of you are well-versed in ballroom dancing by then."
Several groans of dismay greeted Harry's announcement. He chuckled and said, "Look on the bright side, it's only January. You'll have plenty of time to learn."
A hand shot up from the throng of students.
"Yes, Miss Whittingham?" Harry prompted.
"Will you and Professor Malfoy provide a demonstration, Headmaster?" asked Winifred.
"I beg your pardon?" snapped Draco.
"Would you dance a waltz to show us how it's done?" persisted Winifred. "I had heard the Headmaster waltzed with Professor Lovegood when Ravenclaw was notified of the Valentine's Ball."
Harry was surprised by the girl's cheek, but he recognized an opportunity when he saw it. He turned to Draco. "What do you say, Professor Malfoy?" he grinned. "Shall we show these hooligans how to dance?" Harry didn't give Draco a chance to protest. He seized the professor's wrist and hauled him to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. Harry flicked his wand at the old gramophone, and the first strains of a waltz tinkled forth.
In deference to their audience, Harry kept a respectable distance between himself and Draco as he led them into the steps of the waltz. They made their way slowly around the floor in a counter-clockwise motion, Harry guiding Draco through the steps and quarter turns. He forgot about the students as he enjoyed the feel of Draco in his arms. As they danced, the gap between their bodies closed until they were brushing together.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Malfoy, or have you begun carrying a larger wand?" Harry murmured.
Draco flushed and shifted slightly away from Harry. "Don't flatter yourself, Potter," he growled.
"Headmaster Potter," Harry corrected him with a smirk. "Cut the students' lesson short today, and meet me in my quarters."
"Is that an order?"
"If that's what it takes," Harry replied with a shrug. He then dipped Professor Malfoy, to the delight and applause of the Slytherins.
~*~
"It took you long enough," Harry grumbled as he ushered Draco into his private quarters.
"It would have been unseemly to rush after you," Draco said. "Let's get this over with," he added, unfastening his official robes. "I have work to do."
Harry found Draco's miniature rebellion amusing. He led the way to his bedroom and began undressing. Draco disrobed in silence before joining Harry on the large bed. His rampant erection made it clear that he was looking forward to this encounter, in spite of his protest to the contrary.
Harry urged Draco to lie on his back, smiling in satisfaction when his lover's legs parted in invitation. Harry summoned a bottle of lubricant and put it to use. He slid two slick fingers into Draco, thrusting them in and out until Draco was panting and squirming and demanding more. Harry withdrew his fingers and filled Draco with his cock instead.
It was difficult to tell which of them groaned the loudest. Harry didn't dwell on it. He drove deep, pulled back and plunged in again. Draco brought his legs up and gripped Harry with his thighs. Harry found a mutually satisfying rhythm and maintained a steady tempo of thrusting into Draco's pliant body. Draco reached between them and began rubbing himself at a frantic pace. Doubly stimulated, he climaxed first, arching up beneath Harry with a strangled cry.
Harry achieved his own release in only a few more strokes. He eased out of Draco and lay next to him as he caught his breath.
"You danced with Lovegood?"
Harry cracked one eye open to see Draco scowling at him. "Jealous?" he taunted.
"Should I be?"
Harry chuckled. "Not at all," he replied. "You're the only one I dance with horizontally."
An Urgent Matter
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OFC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 725
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for clionona, who asked for dancing.
♦ hd_seasons January prompt of "On the bright side, it's only January."
Summary: Harry saves his best moves for Draco.
Professor Malfoy cleared his throat, instantly gaining the attention of the Slytherin students. "The Headmaster wishes to make an announcement," said Draco. "Please give him your undivided attention."
Harry nodded at Draco and stepped up beside him. He faced the assembled students, hiding an amused grin at the expressions on some of their faces. Clearly, some of the Slytherins had guilty consciences. "In honor of St Valentine's Day, Hogwarts will be hosting a Valentine's Ball," Harry told them. "As your Head of House, Professor Malfoy will be making sure all of you are well-versed in ballroom dancing by then."
Several groans of dismay greeted Harry's announcement. He chuckled and said, "Look on the bright side, it's only January. You'll have plenty of time to learn."
A hand shot up from the throng of students.
"Yes, Miss Whittingham?" Harry prompted.
"Will you and Professor Malfoy provide a demonstration, Headmaster?" asked Winifred.
"I beg your pardon?" snapped Draco.
"Would you dance a waltz to show us how it's done?" persisted Winifred. "I had heard the Headmaster waltzed with Professor Lovegood when Ravenclaw was notified of the Valentine's Ball."
Harry was surprised by the girl's cheek, but he recognized an opportunity when he saw it. He turned to Draco. "What do you say, Professor Malfoy?" he grinned. "Shall we show these hooligans how to dance?" Harry didn't give Draco a chance to protest. He seized the professor's wrist and hauled him to the middle of the makeshift dance floor. Harry flicked his wand at the old gramophone, and the first strains of a waltz tinkled forth.
In deference to their audience, Harry kept a respectable distance between himself and Draco as he led them into the steps of the waltz. They made their way slowly around the floor in a counter-clockwise motion, Harry guiding Draco through the steps and quarter turns. He forgot about the students as he enjoyed the feel of Draco in his arms. As they danced, the gap between their bodies closed until they were brushing together.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Malfoy, or have you begun carrying a larger wand?" Harry murmured.
Draco flushed and shifted slightly away from Harry. "Don't flatter yourself, Potter," he growled.
"Headmaster Potter," Harry corrected him with a smirk. "Cut the students' lesson short today, and meet me in my quarters."
"Is that an order?"
"If that's what it takes," Harry replied with a shrug. He then dipped Professor Malfoy, to the delight and applause of the Slytherins.
~*~
"It took you long enough," Harry grumbled as he ushered Draco into his private quarters.
"It would have been unseemly to rush after you," Draco said. "Let's get this over with," he added, unfastening his official robes. "I have work to do."
Harry found Draco's miniature rebellion amusing. He led the way to his bedroom and began undressing. Draco disrobed in silence before joining Harry on the large bed. His rampant erection made it clear that he was looking forward to this encounter, in spite of his protest to the contrary.
Harry urged Draco to lie on his back, smiling in satisfaction when his lover's legs parted in invitation. Harry summoned a bottle of lubricant and put it to use. He slid two slick fingers into Draco, thrusting them in and out until Draco was panting and squirming and demanding more. Harry withdrew his fingers and filled Draco with his cock instead.
It was difficult to tell which of them groaned the loudest. Harry didn't dwell on it. He drove deep, pulled back and plunged in again. Draco brought his legs up and gripped Harry with his thighs. Harry found a mutually satisfying rhythm and maintained a steady tempo of thrusting into Draco's pliant body. Draco reached between them and began rubbing himself at a frantic pace. Doubly stimulated, he climaxed first, arching up beneath Harry with a strangled cry.
Harry achieved his own release in only a few more strokes. He eased out of Draco and lay next to him as he caught his breath.
"You danced with Lovegood?"
Harry cracked one eye open to see Draco scowling at him. "Jealous?" he taunted.
"Should I be?"
Harry chuckled. "Not at all," he replied. "You're the only one I dance with horizontally."
An Urgent Matter