Sweet (thanks for) Nothings
Title: Sweet (thanks for) Nothings
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1250
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 hpstrangelove, who requested vampire!Draco seducing resistant Harry. Er, Harry didn't do much resisting, sorry.
♦ awdt prompt of I think you'll have to wait for your invitation.
Author's note: This is a sequel to Something Sweet and not to be confused with my Bob arc!
Summary: Professor Malfoy confronts Harry and accuses him of avoidance.
"Potter, a word, if I may?"
Harry's shoulders stiffened, as did his cock. Malfoy had that effect on him.
Harry didn't slow his stride, although he acknowledged the other professor. "What is it, Malfoy?" he asked. "I'm in a hurry."
"So I see," said Malfoy, lengthening his stride to keep pace with Harry. "Where are you rushing off to?"
"My quarters," Harry replied. His skin tingled at Malfoy's proximity, but he kept walking.
"Excellent," said Malfoy. "We can speak privately there."
Harry halted so abruptly that Malfoy got two paces ahead of him before he stopped and turned back. "Is there a problem, Potter?"
The problem was that Harry didn't trust himself to be alone with Malfoy, and inviting the vampire into his quarters would be a grave mistake. "I'm sure anything we have to discuss can be conducted here and now," he said.
One side of Malfoy's mouth quirked up in a grin, revealing the tip of a fang. "You're avoiding me," he accused.
Harry's chin rose defiantly. "I am standing right in front of you, Malfoy," he said. "That can hardly be considered avoidance."
"No, but you have been avoiding me since last week, when we-"
"I've been busy," Harry cut in tersely. He didn't need Malfoy to remind him of what had transpired the previous week; it was all Harry could think about.
"Of course, you have," said Malfoy. Now both of his fangs were showing in a faint smirk.
Harry brushed past his fellow professor and resumed walking towards his quarters. He was aware that Malfoy fell into step behind him, but neither of them said a word. Harry stopped at the door to his rooms and whispered the password. He stepped inside and turned to face Malfoy.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Malfoy asked.
Harry's tense shoulders relaxed. Everyone knew vampires couldn't cross a threshold without being invited. "I think you'll have to wait for your invitation," Harry taunted.
"You're being terribly rude, Potter," said Malfoy, pushing past Harry and entering his sitting room.
"You can't come in here!" squawked Harry.
Malfoy raised an elegant brow. "Surely, you don't believe that load of tosh that a vampire must be invited into a dwelling?" he snorted.
As Harry was trying to formulate a semi-intelligent response, Malfoy blindsided him once again.
"Alright, Potter," he said. "Give it up."
Harry's body got hot and hard in all the most interesting places. His heart pounded in his chest, the throbbing beat echoing in his swollen cock. He tugged at his tie. "Wh-what?" Harry managed to croak. He didn't know how long he'd be able to resist Malfoy's allure, nor if he'd even try.
"My lesson plan," said Malfoy. "Someone nicked it from my classroom, and Lovegood told me she saw one of your wretched students with it."
Harry's mind had gone sluggish, and he had difficulty following Malfoy's conversation. "Lesson plan?" he repeated.
Malfoy's expression changed from vexed to sly in an instant. "What did you think I was after, Potter?" he murmured, taking a half step closer. "Your blood?" He ran a cool fingertip up Harry's throat, tracing the pulsing vein. "Your body?" asked Malfoy, crowding near enough now that he was brushing lightly against Harry.
Panting slightly, Harry swayed closer. "Are...are you enthralling me, Malfoy?" he whispered.
"I don't think that will be necessary, Potter," Malfoy replied. "You already seem quite...ripe for the taking."
Harry blinked. "Nonsense," he said. "I am more than capable of resisting the likes of you." His remark may have been more convincing had he not been frotting against Malfoy's thigh.
"I don't doubt it," Malfoy said, solemn voice belying the wicked gleam in his eyes. "But, why resist when giving in would be so pleasurable?"
Harry's lashes and rim fluttered at the suggestive nature of Malfoy's words. He struggled to regain some semblance of control. "I want to top," he insisted.
Malfoy threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of Harry's head. "May we continue these negotiations in bed?" he purred.
Harry's breath quickened, but he forced himself to step away from Malfoy and lead the other professor to the bedroom. Harry turned to face Malfoy, only to be sent sprawling across his bed by a rough shove. "Oy!" he protested.
Malfoy followed, draping himself across Harry's prone form. "You were saying?" he prompted before nuzzling and licking Harry's throat.
Harry's thoughts scattered like pixie dust in a windstorm. Malfoy's fingers plucked at his clothing, removing it with cool efficiency. Harry was distracted throughout the process by the vampire's lips nibbling at his skin as it was revealed. Not until Harry felt naked hips budging between his thighs did he recover some of his wits. "Top," he grunted, placing his hands on Malfoy's shoulders to reverse their positions.
"I thought you'd never ask," said Malfoy.
A spell, a slick sensation and a thrust later, and Harry was most definitely not topping in this encounter. He groaned as his body yielded to Malfoy's invasion. His mouth opened to lodge a complaint, a demand, something, but at that moment, the vampire's fangs punctured the fragile skin of Harry's neck.
A moan fell from Harry's lips, and he arched up, hips and throat both, surrendering to Malfoy's possession. Malfoy rewarded Harry's capitulation by stroking into his body smoothly even as he sipped almost delicately at Harry's blood. Harry had only one thought and one plea he could vocalize.
"More."
Malfoy gave him more, thrusting harder and sucking at Harry's throat now, drawing the blood forth in one erotic pull after another. Harry twisted restlessly, tangling one leg with Malfoy's and draping the other leg over the vampire's lower back. Harry's desire to control this encounter had evaporated in the heat of the moment. His only goal now was to assuage this burning need by achieving sexual fulfillment. He grabbed Malfoy's shoulder in one hand and squeezed, while his other hand anchored the vampire's head against his throat. Harry's cock remained untouched, but the friction of their bodies was providing all the stimulation he needed. Harry's muscles tensed, tightened and released in a sudden wave of ecstasy.
Harry writhed under Malfoy, groaning aloud in pleasure as he pulsed between their damp bodies. Malfoy growled, the sound tingling from Harry's neck to his jerking cock. Malfoy thrust in a few more times, each stroke harder and deeper, until he climaxed as well.
For long moments afterward, Harry shivered beneath Malfoy as Malfoy's tongue stroked the small wounds on his throat to close them. Just as Harry was regaining his senses and deciding he didn't like this post-coital intimacy, Malfoy pulled out of him and rolled away.
"We should have tried that sooner, Potter," Malfoy mused. He sat up and began looking for his clothing.
Now that Harry's faculties had returned, he was feeling used and out of sorts. He'd been fantasizing about having sex with his sexy colleague, but Harry had envisioned himself doing the buggering, thank you very much. He scowled at the back of Malfoy's head. "Get dressed and get out," he grumbled.
Malfoy turned and smirked at him, as if aware of the cause of Harry's ire. "I'm getting dressed," he said, voice momentarily muffled as he tugged his shirt on. "However, I'm not leaving without my lesson plan."
Sweetened Disposition
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1250
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 hpstrangelove, who requested vampire!Draco seducing resistant Harry. Er, Harry didn't do much resisting, sorry.
♦ awdt prompt of I think you'll have to wait for your invitation.
Author's note: This is a sequel to Something Sweet and not to be confused with my Bob arc!
Summary: Professor Malfoy confronts Harry and accuses him of avoidance.
"Potter, a word, if I may?"
Harry's shoulders stiffened, as did his cock. Malfoy had that effect on him.
Harry didn't slow his stride, although he acknowledged the other professor. "What is it, Malfoy?" he asked. "I'm in a hurry."
"So I see," said Malfoy, lengthening his stride to keep pace with Harry. "Where are you rushing off to?"
"My quarters," Harry replied. His skin tingled at Malfoy's proximity, but he kept walking.
"Excellent," said Malfoy. "We can speak privately there."
Harry halted so abruptly that Malfoy got two paces ahead of him before he stopped and turned back. "Is there a problem, Potter?"
The problem was that Harry didn't trust himself to be alone with Malfoy, and inviting the vampire into his quarters would be a grave mistake. "I'm sure anything we have to discuss can be conducted here and now," he said.
One side of Malfoy's mouth quirked up in a grin, revealing the tip of a fang. "You're avoiding me," he accused.
Harry's chin rose defiantly. "I am standing right in front of you, Malfoy," he said. "That can hardly be considered avoidance."
"No, but you have been avoiding me since last week, when we-"
"I've been busy," Harry cut in tersely. He didn't need Malfoy to remind him of what had transpired the previous week; it was all Harry could think about.
"Of course, you have," said Malfoy. Now both of his fangs were showing in a faint smirk.
Harry brushed past his fellow professor and resumed walking towards his quarters. He was aware that Malfoy fell into step behind him, but neither of them said a word. Harry stopped at the door to his rooms and whispered the password. He stepped inside and turned to face Malfoy.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Malfoy asked.
Harry's tense shoulders relaxed. Everyone knew vampires couldn't cross a threshold without being invited. "I think you'll have to wait for your invitation," Harry taunted.
"You're being terribly rude, Potter," said Malfoy, pushing past Harry and entering his sitting room.
"You can't come in here!" squawked Harry.
Malfoy raised an elegant brow. "Surely, you don't believe that load of tosh that a vampire must be invited into a dwelling?" he snorted.
As Harry was trying to formulate a semi-intelligent response, Malfoy blindsided him once again.
"Alright, Potter," he said. "Give it up."
Harry's body got hot and hard in all the most interesting places. His heart pounded in his chest, the throbbing beat echoing in his swollen cock. He tugged at his tie. "Wh-what?" Harry managed to croak. He didn't know how long he'd be able to resist Malfoy's allure, nor if he'd even try.
"My lesson plan," said Malfoy. "Someone nicked it from my classroom, and Lovegood told me she saw one of your wretched students with it."
Harry's mind had gone sluggish, and he had difficulty following Malfoy's conversation. "Lesson plan?" he repeated.
Malfoy's expression changed from vexed to sly in an instant. "What did you think I was after, Potter?" he murmured, taking a half step closer. "Your blood?" He ran a cool fingertip up Harry's throat, tracing the pulsing vein. "Your body?" asked Malfoy, crowding near enough now that he was brushing lightly against Harry.
Panting slightly, Harry swayed closer. "Are...are you enthralling me, Malfoy?" he whispered.
"I don't think that will be necessary, Potter," Malfoy replied. "You already seem quite...ripe for the taking."
Harry blinked. "Nonsense," he said. "I am more than capable of resisting the likes of you." His remark may have been more convincing had he not been frotting against Malfoy's thigh.
"I don't doubt it," Malfoy said, solemn voice belying the wicked gleam in his eyes. "But, why resist when giving in would be so pleasurable?"
Harry's lashes and rim fluttered at the suggestive nature of Malfoy's words. He struggled to regain some semblance of control. "I want to top," he insisted.
Malfoy threaded his fingers into the hair at the back of Harry's head. "May we continue these negotiations in bed?" he purred.
Harry's breath quickened, but he forced himself to step away from Malfoy and lead the other professor to the bedroom. Harry turned to face Malfoy, only to be sent sprawling across his bed by a rough shove. "Oy!" he protested.
Malfoy followed, draping himself across Harry's prone form. "You were saying?" he prompted before nuzzling and licking Harry's throat.
Harry's thoughts scattered like pixie dust in a windstorm. Malfoy's fingers plucked at his clothing, removing it with cool efficiency. Harry was distracted throughout the process by the vampire's lips nibbling at his skin as it was revealed. Not until Harry felt naked hips budging between his thighs did he recover some of his wits. "Top," he grunted, placing his hands on Malfoy's shoulders to reverse their positions.
"I thought you'd never ask," said Malfoy.
A spell, a slick sensation and a thrust later, and Harry was most definitely not topping in this encounter. He groaned as his body yielded to Malfoy's invasion. His mouth opened to lodge a complaint, a demand, something, but at that moment, the vampire's fangs punctured the fragile skin of Harry's neck.
A moan fell from Harry's lips, and he arched up, hips and throat both, surrendering to Malfoy's possession. Malfoy rewarded Harry's capitulation by stroking into his body smoothly even as he sipped almost delicately at Harry's blood. Harry had only one thought and one plea he could vocalize.
"More."
Malfoy gave him more, thrusting harder and sucking at Harry's throat now, drawing the blood forth in one erotic pull after another. Harry twisted restlessly, tangling one leg with Malfoy's and draping the other leg over the vampire's lower back. Harry's desire to control this encounter had evaporated in the heat of the moment. His only goal now was to assuage this burning need by achieving sexual fulfillment. He grabbed Malfoy's shoulder in one hand and squeezed, while his other hand anchored the vampire's head against his throat. Harry's cock remained untouched, but the friction of their bodies was providing all the stimulation he needed. Harry's muscles tensed, tightened and released in a sudden wave of ecstasy.
Harry writhed under Malfoy, groaning aloud in pleasure as he pulsed between their damp bodies. Malfoy growled, the sound tingling from Harry's neck to his jerking cock. Malfoy thrust in a few more times, each stroke harder and deeper, until he climaxed as well.
For long moments afterward, Harry shivered beneath Malfoy as Malfoy's tongue stroked the small wounds on his throat to close them. Just as Harry was regaining his senses and deciding he didn't like this post-coital intimacy, Malfoy pulled out of him and rolled away.
"We should have tried that sooner, Potter," Malfoy mused. He sat up and began looking for his clothing.
Now that Harry's faculties had returned, he was feeling used and out of sorts. He'd been fantasizing about having sex with his sexy colleague, but Harry had envisioned himself doing the buggering, thank you very much. He scowled at the back of Malfoy's head. "Get dressed and get out," he grumbled.
Malfoy turned and smirked at him, as if aware of the cause of Harry's ire. "I'm getting dressed," he said, voice momentarily muffled as he tugged his shirt on. "However, I'm not leaving without my lesson plan."
Sweetened Disposition