REMEDY: Counting On It
Title: Counting On It (10/15)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG13
Teaser: Grabbing Potter's arm, he dragged the Gryffindor around the corner and under a set of stairs. Here, there was no one to witness him shoving Potter roughly against the wall.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: This follows up Returning the Flavor, in which Harry performed oral sex for the first time.
Summary: What happens when Draco observes Harry flirting with another?
Once again, Draco Malfoy was furious with Harry Potter.
Not two days after teaching the ungrateful Gryffindor how to give a decent blow job, Draco observed Potter flirting in the library with Longbottom. Neville Longbottom! This was unacceptable. Potter himself had acknowledged he needed more practice at performing oral sex, and Draco had understood that Potter would be practicing on him, not that poncy Longbottom!
Catching Potter's eye, Draco jerked his head towards the exit, sweeping out of the library without a backward glance, trusting that the other boy knew enough to follow. As the minutes ticked by, Draco's ire increased tenfold. He was considering storming back into the library to hex both Gryffindors when Potter sauntered out of the room with a smug grin on his face.
Since there were other students milling about, Draco refrained from slamming the dark haired boy into a wall in a fit of temper. Instead, he settled for a verbal attack.
"Just what do you think you're doing with Longbottom?!" he seethed.
Potter gaped at him as if he'd sprouted another head. "I asked Neville for a date," he replied, before adding, snidely, "Not that it's any of your business!"
Draco saw red.
Grabbing Potter's arm, he dragged the Gryffindor around the corner and under a set of stairs. Here, there was no one to witness him shoving Potter roughly against the wall.
"I'm making it my business!" he hissed.
"Fuck you!" snapped Potter. "I don't belong to you, and I sure don't owe you any explanations!"
Draco forced himself to step back, the words belong to you echoing in his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep, calming breath, he tried again. "I thought we had agreed you'd practice oral sex on me," he stated in an even tone.
Potter's eyes bulged. "I wasn't going to offer Neville a blow job!" he protested. Draco sighed in relief, until Potter added, "I just wanted to shag him!"
"You what?!" screeched Draco.
Potter shushed him while peering nervously out of their darkened hiding spot. "Keep your voice down, Malfoy!" he hissed.
Draco counted to ten. Finally, quietly, he bit out, "Why Longbottom?"
Potter blushed. "Well, er," he began, scuffing his toe on the floor. "He's nice, and he's not bad looking, and, um, Iwantedtoshag!"
Draco counted to ten again. Twice. It didn't help.
"Why would you want to shag Longbottom when you can shag me instead?" he fumed.
Potter goggled at him once more. "I..I didn't think you'd let me shag you again," he stammered.
With a haughty sniff, Draco commented, "You need more practice in that area, as well."
Instead of looking insulted, Potter's eyes gleamed, and he was practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "When can I shag you again?" he gushed.
Draco's trousers were suddenly feeling too confining, and he was tempted to indulge Potter in a shag right now. Instead, he played it cool, saying, "I'm busy tonight, but I can meet you tomorrow night."
Potter deflated a little bit, but he agreed readily enough. "Same time, same place?" he asked.
Draco merely nodded, and Potter grinned before ducking his head and shyly adding, "This time, I'll bring the lube!"
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Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: D/H
Rating: PG13
Teaser: Grabbing Potter's arm, he dragged the Gryffindor around the corner and under a set of stairs. Here, there was no one to witness him shoving Potter roughly against the wall.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: This follows up Returning the Flavor, in which Harry performed oral sex for the first time.
Summary: What happens when Draco observes Harry flirting with another?
Once again, Draco Malfoy was furious with Harry Potter.
Not two days after teaching the ungrateful Gryffindor how to give a decent blow job, Draco observed Potter flirting in the library with Longbottom. Neville Longbottom! This was unacceptable. Potter himself had acknowledged he needed more practice at performing oral sex, and Draco had understood that Potter would be practicing on him, not that poncy Longbottom!
Catching Potter's eye, Draco jerked his head towards the exit, sweeping out of the library without a backward glance, trusting that the other boy knew enough to follow. As the minutes ticked by, Draco's ire increased tenfold. He was considering storming back into the library to hex both Gryffindors when Potter sauntered out of the room with a smug grin on his face.
Since there were other students milling about, Draco refrained from slamming the dark haired boy into a wall in a fit of temper. Instead, he settled for a verbal attack.
"Just what do you think you're doing with Longbottom?!" he seethed.
Potter gaped at him as if he'd sprouted another head. "I asked Neville for a date," he replied, before adding, snidely, "Not that it's any of your business!"
Draco saw red.
Grabbing Potter's arm, he dragged the Gryffindor around the corner and under a set of stairs. Here, there was no one to witness him shoving Potter roughly against the wall.
"I'm making it my business!" he hissed.
"Fuck you!" snapped Potter. "I don't belong to you, and I sure don't owe you any explanations!"
Draco forced himself to step back, the words belong to you echoing in his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep, calming breath, he tried again. "I thought we had agreed you'd practice oral sex on me," he stated in an even tone.
Potter's eyes bulged. "I wasn't going to offer Neville a blow job!" he protested. Draco sighed in relief, until Potter added, "I just wanted to shag him!"
"You what?!" screeched Draco.
Potter shushed him while peering nervously out of their darkened hiding spot. "Keep your voice down, Malfoy!" he hissed.
Draco counted to ten. Finally, quietly, he bit out, "Why Longbottom?"
Potter blushed. "Well, er," he began, scuffing his toe on the floor. "He's nice, and he's not bad looking, and, um, Iwantedtoshag!"
Draco counted to ten again. Twice. It didn't help.
"Why would you want to shag Longbottom when you can shag me instead?" he fumed.
Potter goggled at him once more. "I..I didn't think you'd let me shag you again," he stammered.
With a haughty sniff, Draco commented, "You need more practice in that area, as well."
Instead of looking insulted, Potter's eyes gleamed, and he was practically bouncing up and down with excitement. "When can I shag you again?" he gushed.
Draco's trousers were suddenly feeling too confining, and he was tempted to indulge Potter in a shag right now. Instead, he played it cool, saying, "I'm busy tonight, but I can meet you tomorrow night."
Potter deflated a little bit, but he agreed readily enough. "Same time, same place?" he asked.
Draco merely nodded, and Potter grinned before ducking his head and shyly adding, "This time, I'll bring the lube!"
Edit: Read more in Have At It