An Urgent Matter
Title: An Urgent Matter
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Luna
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild consent issues
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 905
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 jean_c_pepper who requested more of Headmaster Harry verse
Summary: Professor Malfoy has needs.
"I don't necessarily disagree with you, Professor Lovegood," Harry was saying, "but Ravenclaw's colors have always been blue and black." A knock on his office door spared Harry Luna's immediate response. "Come in," Harry called.
Professor Malfoy entered the Headmaster's office and pulled up short upon seeing Professor Lovegood there. "Am I interrupting?" he asked.
"Professor Lovegood and I were discussing the decor in Ravenclaw's common room," said Harry. "What may I help you with, Professor Malfoy?"
Malfoy looked nervously between them before clearing his throat. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with you, Headmaster," he said. "Would you mind?"
"Not at all," replied Harry, gesturing for Malfoy to step outside his office. "Please excuse us, Luna," he added over his shoulder. Harry closed the door behind him and leaned against it. "You have my undivided attention, Malfoy."
The professor shifted from foot to foot before blurting, "I need you, Potter."
Harry was startled by this revelation. It seemed he was always the one who pursued Malfoy. "Need?" he repeated for clarification. "As in...?"
"I'm randy, Potter," hissed Malfoy. "I suspect someone slipped a potion into my pumpkin juice at breakfast."
"Ah," said Harry. Now that he had Malfoy after him for once, Harry wanted to enjoy it. "I'm right in the middle of an intense negotiation with Professor Lovegood. Do you have a dildo you can use?"
"Potter, I'm desperate!"
"Headmaster Potter," Harry rebuked mildly. When Malfoy's jaw clenched, Harry relented. "Very well, Malfoy," he said. "Return to your rooms, and I'll join you shortly."
Malfoy nodded and whirled away, robes snapping behind him in a rather Snape-like manner. Harry returned to his office in hopes of distracting Luna with some other shiny project so she would forget about redecorating her House's common room.
~*~
The castle's magic allowed Harry admittance to Malfoy's suite. He stepped inside and swung his invisibility cloak off before draping it over a nearby chair. "Malfoy?" he called.
"In here, Potter. Hurry!"
Harry crossed the outer sitting room and entered the bedroom. The sight that met his eyes stopped him dead in his tracks. Malfoy was sprawled naked across his bed, plying himself with a purple dong. "You started without me?" he grumbled, trying to kick off his shoes and tug his shirt off at the same time.
"I've finished twice without you, too, so you'd best not make me wait any longer," snarled Malfoy. His snark morphed into a moan of pleasure.
Harry gave up on his clothing. He'd managed to toe both shoes and one sock off, but his shirt was still caught around his head and one arm. He fell on the bed, crushing Malfoy beneath him, and concentrated on yanking his flies open.
Malfoy pulled the dong from his body and dropped it on the floor. He reached for Harry's cock as soon as it emerged from confinement and guided it to his slick entrance. Malfoy pushed his hips up, impaling himself on Harry's cock with a groan of relief.
Harry half yipped, half moaned as he was engulfed in Malfoy's heat. He thrust deep, then squawked and flailed as his world abruptly shifted, and he found himself under the professor. Malfoy began bouncing up and down on Harry's cock. Harry wasn't certain he appreciated being used so rudely, but his cock stood up to the abuse like a champion. Harry grabbed Malfoy's hips with his free hand in an attempt to slow his movements.
Malfoy was having none of it. He seized Harry's hand and pinned it to the bed as he continued working himself up and down on Harry's happy cock. Eventually, Harry gave up trying to control this encounter and simply allowed himself to enjoy it. Of course, that was when Malfoy climaxed, hard and fast, and it was over. He pulled off of Harry with a wet pop and collapsed limply on the bed beside him.
"Thank you, Potter," Malfoy sighed. "I needed that."
Harry struggled to sit up, which was no mean feat with the lower half of his face still obscured by his shirt and one arm still tangled in it. "I have needs, too, you slag," he snarled. The effect was ruined by the fabric muffling his mouth.
"Use the dong, if you want," said Malfoy, gesturing vaguely at the floor. "I'm knackered."
Harry cursed and fought with his shirt until he managed to remove it completely. He pounced on Malfoy and rolled him onto his stomach. Harry took aim and thrust.
"I say, Potter!"
"That's Headmaster to you," Harry panted, driving in and out of Malfoy's delectable arse. Malfoy let him have his way, although not without grumbling all while Harry was shagging him. Harry finished quickly and sagged on top of Malfoy.
The complaints grew louder until Harry pulled out and flopped on the bed beside Malfoy. Eventually, Harry broke the tired silence by asking, "Any idea who did this to you?"
"Are you saying it wasn't you?" snorted Malfoy. "You benefited from it quite spectacularly."
"Potions aren't my thing, or have you forgotten?" countered Harry. "Aside from that, if I wanted to shag you, I would have simply summoned you to my office."
"Arsehole," Malfoy slurred in exhaustion.
Harry's eyes were growing heavy, too. "That's...mm...," he yawned, "Headmaster Arsehole to you."
Needs Must
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Luna
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mild consent issues
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 905
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 jean_c_pepper who requested more of Headmaster Harry verse
Summary: Professor Malfoy has needs.
"I don't necessarily disagree with you, Professor Lovegood," Harry was saying, "but Ravenclaw's colors have always been blue and black." A knock on his office door spared Harry Luna's immediate response. "Come in," Harry called.
Professor Malfoy entered the Headmaster's office and pulled up short upon seeing Professor Lovegood there. "Am I interrupting?" he asked.
"Professor Lovegood and I were discussing the decor in Ravenclaw's common room," said Harry. "What may I help you with, Professor Malfoy?"
Malfoy looked nervously between them before clearing his throat. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with you, Headmaster," he said. "Would you mind?"
"Not at all," replied Harry, gesturing for Malfoy to step outside his office. "Please excuse us, Luna," he added over his shoulder. Harry closed the door behind him and leaned against it. "You have my undivided attention, Malfoy."
The professor shifted from foot to foot before blurting, "I need you, Potter."
Harry was startled by this revelation. It seemed he was always the one who pursued Malfoy. "Need?" he repeated for clarification. "As in...?"
"I'm randy, Potter," hissed Malfoy. "I suspect someone slipped a potion into my pumpkin juice at breakfast."
"Ah," said Harry. Now that he had Malfoy after him for once, Harry wanted to enjoy it. "I'm right in the middle of an intense negotiation with Professor Lovegood. Do you have a dildo you can use?"
"Potter, I'm desperate!"
"Headmaster Potter," Harry rebuked mildly. When Malfoy's jaw clenched, Harry relented. "Very well, Malfoy," he said. "Return to your rooms, and I'll join you shortly."
Malfoy nodded and whirled away, robes snapping behind him in a rather Snape-like manner. Harry returned to his office in hopes of distracting Luna with some other shiny project so she would forget about redecorating her House's common room.
~*~
The castle's magic allowed Harry admittance to Malfoy's suite. He stepped inside and swung his invisibility cloak off before draping it over a nearby chair. "Malfoy?" he called.
"In here, Potter. Hurry!"
Harry crossed the outer sitting room and entered the bedroom. The sight that met his eyes stopped him dead in his tracks. Malfoy was sprawled naked across his bed, plying himself with a purple dong. "You started without me?" he grumbled, trying to kick off his shoes and tug his shirt off at the same time.
"I've finished twice without you, too, so you'd best not make me wait any longer," snarled Malfoy. His snark morphed into a moan of pleasure.
Harry gave up on his clothing. He'd managed to toe both shoes and one sock off, but his shirt was still caught around his head and one arm. He fell on the bed, crushing Malfoy beneath him, and concentrated on yanking his flies open.
Malfoy pulled the dong from his body and dropped it on the floor. He reached for Harry's cock as soon as it emerged from confinement and guided it to his slick entrance. Malfoy pushed his hips up, impaling himself on Harry's cock with a groan of relief.
Harry half yipped, half moaned as he was engulfed in Malfoy's heat. He thrust deep, then squawked and flailed as his world abruptly shifted, and he found himself under the professor. Malfoy began bouncing up and down on Harry's cock. Harry wasn't certain he appreciated being used so rudely, but his cock stood up to the abuse like a champion. Harry grabbed Malfoy's hips with his free hand in an attempt to slow his movements.
Malfoy was having none of it. He seized Harry's hand and pinned it to the bed as he continued working himself up and down on Harry's happy cock. Eventually, Harry gave up trying to control this encounter and simply allowed himself to enjoy it. Of course, that was when Malfoy climaxed, hard and fast, and it was over. He pulled off of Harry with a wet pop and collapsed limply on the bed beside him.
"Thank you, Potter," Malfoy sighed. "I needed that."
Harry struggled to sit up, which was no mean feat with the lower half of his face still obscured by his shirt and one arm still tangled in it. "I have needs, too, you slag," he snarled. The effect was ruined by the fabric muffling his mouth.
"Use the dong, if you want," said Malfoy, gesturing vaguely at the floor. "I'm knackered."
Harry cursed and fought with his shirt until he managed to remove it completely. He pounced on Malfoy and rolled him onto his stomach. Harry took aim and thrust.
"I say, Potter!"
"That's Headmaster to you," Harry panted, driving in and out of Malfoy's delectable arse. Malfoy let him have his way, although not without grumbling all while Harry was shagging him. Harry finished quickly and sagged on top of Malfoy.
The complaints grew louder until Harry pulled out and flopped on the bed beside Malfoy. Eventually, Harry broke the tired silence by asking, "Any idea who did this to you?"
"Are you saying it wasn't you?" snorted Malfoy. "You benefited from it quite spectacularly."
"Potions aren't my thing, or have you forgotten?" countered Harry. "Aside from that, if I wanted to shag you, I would have simply summoned you to my office."
"Arsehole," Malfoy slurred in exhaustion.
Harry's eyes were growing heavy, too. "That's...mm...," he yawned, "Headmaster Arsehole to you."
Needs Must