Needs Must
Title: Needs Must
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OMC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 835
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 floradelaney, who requested Headmaster!Harry verse, possessive!Harry
♦ Birthday gift for isinuyasha, using the following prompt words: enchanted necklace, trust
Summary: Harry has a rival for Malfoy's attention, and he doesn't like it.
"Headmaster, a word, if I may?"
Harry would never tire of hearing Malfoy address him in that manner. It sent deliciously inappropriate shivers up his spine. Still, there were students about, and Harry had to observe decorum. It wouldn't do to push his Potions professor up against a handy wall and bugger him to within an inch of his life.
"Certainly, Professor Malfoy," Harry said. "We can speak in Professor Lovegood's office." Harry knew Luna was teaching Divination at that moment, so he opened the door to her office and gestured for Malfoy to precede him.
Once inside, Malfoy got straight to the point. "I don't want to attend tonight's meeting with the Board," he said. "I have notes to prepare and a detention to oversee."
"The Board wishes to meet with all of Hogwarts' professors, Malfoy," Harry reminded him. "I can think of other things I wish to be doing, as well, but needs must." By the sudden darkening of Malfoy's eyes, Harry knew the professor had guessed at what activities Harry would rather be doing.
"Potter-"
"Headmaster Potter."
"...I fail to see how my presence is necessary."
"I require you to be there, Professor Malfoy," Harry said curtly. "Furthermore, I expect you to be in attendance. Have I made myself clear?"
"Quite," snapped Malfoy.
~*~
Harry wished he would have allowed Malfoy to bypass the meeting. It wasn't that Malfoy was any more distracting than usual, but this time, Harry had a rival of sorts for Malfoy's attention. Orvis Hagbloom was eyeing Malfoy like a tasty treat, and Malfoy, damn him, seemed to be encouraging the subtle flirtation. Hagbloom was as old as Malfoy's father, but he was still a handsome man, and he was very charismatic. Harry was afraid his teeth would crack from how hard he was clenching his jaw. He did his best to hurry the meeting along, rushing through performance appraisals and budgeting and student activities as quickly as possible.
Finally, it was over. Everyone rose from the table with grateful sighs. As Board members were gathering their paperwork, Malfoy offered to escort Hagbloom to the Floo.
Harry bristled. "Thank you, Professor Malfoy, but I will see Mr Hagbloom to the Floo. I believe you have a detention to oversee?"
Malfoy frowned at him. "I left one of the Prefects in charge," he said.
"All the more reason to check up on them, I say," Harry told him. He clapped a hand on Malfoy's shoulder and all but propelled him from the room. Harry turned his attention to a rather bemused looking Hagbloom. "Now then, Orvis," he said, "I had a few more questions about your proposed reduction in kitchen staff..."
~*~
Harry caught up to Malfoy in the dungeons.
"Could you have been more obvious?" Malfoy hissed at him as he pushed open the door to his quarters.
Harry made sure no one was about before barging inside after Malfoy. "I don't trust Hagbloom," he said. "He couldn't take his eyes off of you."
"Why, Potter, are you jealous?!"
"Do I have reason to be?" countered Harry.
Malfoy began unbuttoning his outer robe. "For your information, Orvis Hagbloom's family is in possession of an enchanted necklace. I had hoped to ask him about it."
Harry was distracted by Malfoy's disrobing, and he was having difficulty following the conversation. "Enchanted necklace, you say?"
"Milicent Goyle is looking for such pieces for her museum exhibit," said Malfoy. He toed off his shoes and reached for his tie. "Don't you have something more pressing to attend to, Headmaster?" he asked.
"Not before I attend to you," murmured Harry, moving closer.
"I am vexed with you, Potter, and I would like you to leave."
Harry had been feeling territorial all night, and Malfoy's resistance only whetted his appetite. He charged, catching Malfoy around the midsection and hoisting the flailing professor over his shoulder.
"Potter! Put me down!"
Harry didn't put Malfoy down until they reached the bed. There, he dumped his sputtering lover and immediately fell upon him. Malfoy's yelps and curses were soon turned into sighs and moans as Harry worked his magic upon him. Harry laid claim to Malfoy, settling into a steady rhythm between Malfoy's legs. Some of their clothing was scattered across the bed, while other items hung off their writhing bodies. Harry made sure Malfoy climaxed first. He didn't want his lover to have any reason to seek his pleasure elsewhere.
Once Malfoy had subsided into a panting, quivering heap beneath him, Harry selfishly saw to his own needs. In moments, he was shouting out and coming inside of Malfoy's twitching body. Harry waited until he could breathe again before easing out of Malfoy and collapsing next to him on the rumpled bed.
"Jealous," Malfoy chided, smirking a bit.
Harry gave him a half-hearted sneer in response. "Not jealous," he corrected. "Possessive."
Up to No Good
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, OMC
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 835
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 floradelaney, who requested Headmaster!Harry verse, possessive!Harry
♦ Birthday gift for isinuyasha, using the following prompt words: enchanted necklace, trust
Summary: Harry has a rival for Malfoy's attention, and he doesn't like it.
"Headmaster, a word, if I may?"
Harry would never tire of hearing Malfoy address him in that manner. It sent deliciously inappropriate shivers up his spine. Still, there were students about, and Harry had to observe decorum. It wouldn't do to push his Potions professor up against a handy wall and bugger him to within an inch of his life.
"Certainly, Professor Malfoy," Harry said. "We can speak in Professor Lovegood's office." Harry knew Luna was teaching Divination at that moment, so he opened the door to her office and gestured for Malfoy to precede him.
Once inside, Malfoy got straight to the point. "I don't want to attend tonight's meeting with the Board," he said. "I have notes to prepare and a detention to oversee."
"The Board wishes to meet with all of Hogwarts' professors, Malfoy," Harry reminded him. "I can think of other things I wish to be doing, as well, but needs must." By the sudden darkening of Malfoy's eyes, Harry knew the professor had guessed at what activities Harry would rather be doing.
"Potter-"
"Headmaster Potter."
"...I fail to see how my presence is necessary."
"I require you to be there, Professor Malfoy," Harry said curtly. "Furthermore, I expect you to be in attendance. Have I made myself clear?"
"Quite," snapped Malfoy.
~*~
Harry wished he would have allowed Malfoy to bypass the meeting. It wasn't that Malfoy was any more distracting than usual, but this time, Harry had a rival of sorts for Malfoy's attention. Orvis Hagbloom was eyeing Malfoy like a tasty treat, and Malfoy, damn him, seemed to be encouraging the subtle flirtation. Hagbloom was as old as Malfoy's father, but he was still a handsome man, and he was very charismatic. Harry was afraid his teeth would crack from how hard he was clenching his jaw. He did his best to hurry the meeting along, rushing through performance appraisals and budgeting and student activities as quickly as possible.
Finally, it was over. Everyone rose from the table with grateful sighs. As Board members were gathering their paperwork, Malfoy offered to escort Hagbloom to the Floo.
Harry bristled. "Thank you, Professor Malfoy, but I will see Mr Hagbloom to the Floo. I believe you have a detention to oversee?"
Malfoy frowned at him. "I left one of the Prefects in charge," he said.
"All the more reason to check up on them, I say," Harry told him. He clapped a hand on Malfoy's shoulder and all but propelled him from the room. Harry turned his attention to a rather bemused looking Hagbloom. "Now then, Orvis," he said, "I had a few more questions about your proposed reduction in kitchen staff..."
~*~
Harry caught up to Malfoy in the dungeons.
"Could you have been more obvious?" Malfoy hissed at him as he pushed open the door to his quarters.
Harry made sure no one was about before barging inside after Malfoy. "I don't trust Hagbloom," he said. "He couldn't take his eyes off of you."
"Why, Potter, are you jealous?!"
"Do I have reason to be?" countered Harry.
Malfoy began unbuttoning his outer robe. "For your information, Orvis Hagbloom's family is in possession of an enchanted necklace. I had hoped to ask him about it."
Harry was distracted by Malfoy's disrobing, and he was having difficulty following the conversation. "Enchanted necklace, you say?"
"Milicent Goyle is looking for such pieces for her museum exhibit," said Malfoy. He toed off his shoes and reached for his tie. "Don't you have something more pressing to attend to, Headmaster?" he asked.
"Not before I attend to you," murmured Harry, moving closer.
"I am vexed with you, Potter, and I would like you to leave."
Harry had been feeling territorial all night, and Malfoy's resistance only whetted his appetite. He charged, catching Malfoy around the midsection and hoisting the flailing professor over his shoulder.
"Potter! Put me down!"
Harry didn't put Malfoy down until they reached the bed. There, he dumped his sputtering lover and immediately fell upon him. Malfoy's yelps and curses were soon turned into sighs and moans as Harry worked his magic upon him. Harry laid claim to Malfoy, settling into a steady rhythm between Malfoy's legs. Some of their clothing was scattered across the bed, while other items hung off their writhing bodies. Harry made sure Malfoy climaxed first. He didn't want his lover to have any reason to seek his pleasure elsewhere.
Once Malfoy had subsided into a panting, quivering heap beneath him, Harry selfishly saw to his own needs. In moments, he was shouting out and coming inside of Malfoy's twitching body. Harry waited until he could breathe again before easing out of Malfoy and collapsing next to him on the rumpled bed.
"Jealous," Malfoy chided, smirking a bit.
Harry gave him a half-hearted sneer in response. "Not jealous," he corrected. "Possessive."
Up to No Good