Up to No Good
Title: Up to No Good
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Wanking, voyeurism
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 800
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 a_terri_beth, using the prompts soap, morning, droplet
♦ Birthday gift for yellow_jubilee, who asked for more of Headmaster!Harry verse
Summary: Harry relieves his boredom by spying on Professor Malfoy.
It was late Saturday morning, and Harry was already bored. Most of the students had cleared out of the castle to go to Hogsmeade, and the younger children just didn't get into the same kind of trouble that Harry used to. He'd had an early morning wank in the shower, but Harry found himself wondering where Professor Malfoy was. Draco could always be counted on to provide entertainment in one form or another.
Harry entered his office and retrieved the Marauders Map from its hiding place. He unfolded the map, intoned, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," and tapped it with his wand. Harry scanned the map until he located the dot that represented his Potions professor. Draco was in the Prefects' Bath.
Harry grinned. "Perfect," he breathed.
~*~
Not wanting to miss the show, Harry hadn't wasted time fetching his Invisibility Cloak. Instead, he cast a strong Disillusionment charm and sneaked into the Prefects' Bath as quietly as possible. Harry skulked closer until he had an unimpeded view of Draco in the water.
Draco was lounging against the side, covered in a froth of bubbles up to his chin. His arms were outstretched along the edge of the pool, hands braced there as he relaxed in the water. Harry was mildly disappointed. Not only was Draco's body hidden, but it was obvious he wasn't even indulging in a wank. Harry could only wait and hope to be treated to something worthy of his illicit voyeurism. He had to quell the urge to shift from foot to foot impatiently.
At last, Draco rose from the water. He turned in Harry's direction, and Harry's attention was riveted by a droplet of water that clung to one of Draco's nipples. His cock surged, and Harry discreetly palmed himself through his trousers. Draco bent forward, reaching for a bar of soap and a flannel he'd left at the edge of the pool. The water was up to his waist, hiding his bits from Harry's salacious gaze. Harry, however, was appreciative of the view he was enjoying. Draco's chest was firmly muscled, and his nipples were rosy from the warmth of the water. He turned away and bent down, wetting the flannel and affording Harry a nice view of the upper swells of his arse.
Harry bit his lip to stifle a groan.
Draco soaped the flannel and began dragging the soft material over his chest and up and down each arm as he washed.
Harry squeezed his cock harder.
Draco moved the flannel lower. His head fell back slightly, and a soft moan escaped him. It was obvious from the way his arm was moving that he was now wanking.
Harry was at once delighted and dismayed. He was gratified that Draco was pleasuring himself, yet frustrated that he couldn't see anything. Harry began to rub himself through his trousers. When that wasn't enough to assuage the ache, he lowered his zip and slipped his hand inside of his pants. A small gasp fell from his lips when his fingers wrapped around his heated length. Harry froze in place, but Draco never reacted. Shoulders slumping with relief, Harry pulled his cock free and began stroking himself. His eyes never left Draco, and Harry was rewarded when Draco turned, giving him a side-view. Harry was now able to see the head of Draco's cock poking above the bubbles as Draco wanked.
Draco's breath was coming in rough pants now, and Harry could only hope it drowned out the sound of his own activities. He was stroking his cock with short, rough motions. It felt good, but it would feel even better to bend Draco over in the pool and plunge his cock into Draco's hot and ready hole-
Draco cried out, derailing Harry's train of thought. He stretched up on his toes, back arched and cock jerking in his hand as his release spurted forth and disappeared into the bubbles. The erotic sight sent Harry tumbling over the edge, and he mirrored Draco's posture - body arched and cock erupting over his fingers to spill on the tiled floor.
Draco sighed and relaxed, and so did Harry.
"Was it good for you, Potter?" Draco asked. His voice startled Harry, as did the smirk that Draco aimed in his general direction.
Harry glanced down, but his Disillusionment charm hadn't slipped. Draco must have heard him. Harry was abashed to have been caught spying on his professor. There was really only one response to Draco's question.
"That's Headmaster Potter to you, Malfoy."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Wanking, voyeurism
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 800
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 a_terri_beth, using the prompts soap, morning, droplet
♦ Birthday gift for yellow_jubilee, who asked for more of Headmaster!Harry verse
Summary: Harry relieves his boredom by spying on Professor Malfoy.
It was late Saturday morning, and Harry was already bored. Most of the students had cleared out of the castle to go to Hogsmeade, and the younger children just didn't get into the same kind of trouble that Harry used to. He'd had an early morning wank in the shower, but Harry found himself wondering where Professor Malfoy was. Draco could always be counted on to provide entertainment in one form or another.
Harry entered his office and retrieved the Marauders Map from its hiding place. He unfolded the map, intoned, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," and tapped it with his wand. Harry scanned the map until he located the dot that represented his Potions professor. Draco was in the Prefects' Bath.
Harry grinned. "Perfect," he breathed.
~*~
Not wanting to miss the show, Harry hadn't wasted time fetching his Invisibility Cloak. Instead, he cast a strong Disillusionment charm and sneaked into the Prefects' Bath as quietly as possible. Harry skulked closer until he had an unimpeded view of Draco in the water.
Draco was lounging against the side, covered in a froth of bubbles up to his chin. His arms were outstretched along the edge of the pool, hands braced there as he relaxed in the water. Harry was mildly disappointed. Not only was Draco's body hidden, but it was obvious he wasn't even indulging in a wank. Harry could only wait and hope to be treated to something worthy of his illicit voyeurism. He had to quell the urge to shift from foot to foot impatiently.
At last, Draco rose from the water. He turned in Harry's direction, and Harry's attention was riveted by a droplet of water that clung to one of Draco's nipples. His cock surged, and Harry discreetly palmed himself through his trousers. Draco bent forward, reaching for a bar of soap and a flannel he'd left at the edge of the pool. The water was up to his waist, hiding his bits from Harry's salacious gaze. Harry, however, was appreciative of the view he was enjoying. Draco's chest was firmly muscled, and his nipples were rosy from the warmth of the water. He turned away and bent down, wetting the flannel and affording Harry a nice view of the upper swells of his arse.
Harry bit his lip to stifle a groan.
Draco soaped the flannel and began dragging the soft material over his chest and up and down each arm as he washed.
Harry squeezed his cock harder.
Draco moved the flannel lower. His head fell back slightly, and a soft moan escaped him. It was obvious from the way his arm was moving that he was now wanking.
Harry was at once delighted and dismayed. He was gratified that Draco was pleasuring himself, yet frustrated that he couldn't see anything. Harry began to rub himself through his trousers. When that wasn't enough to assuage the ache, he lowered his zip and slipped his hand inside of his pants. A small gasp fell from his lips when his fingers wrapped around his heated length. Harry froze in place, but Draco never reacted. Shoulders slumping with relief, Harry pulled his cock free and began stroking himself. His eyes never left Draco, and Harry was rewarded when Draco turned, giving him a side-view. Harry was now able to see the head of Draco's cock poking above the bubbles as Draco wanked.
Draco's breath was coming in rough pants now, and Harry could only hope it drowned out the sound of his own activities. He was stroking his cock with short, rough motions. It felt good, but it would feel even better to bend Draco over in the pool and plunge his cock into Draco's hot and ready hole-
Draco cried out, derailing Harry's train of thought. He stretched up on his toes, back arched and cock jerking in his hand as his release spurted forth and disappeared into the bubbles. The erotic sight sent Harry tumbling over the edge, and he mirrored Draco's posture - body arched and cock erupting over his fingers to spill on the tiled floor.
Draco sighed and relaxed, and so did Harry.
"Was it good for you, Potter?" Draco asked. His voice startled Harry, as did the smirk that Draco aimed in his general direction.
Harry glanced down, but his Disillusionment charm hadn't slipped. Draco must have heard him. Harry was abashed to have been caught spying on his professor. There was really only one response to Draco's question.
"That's Headmaster Potter to you, Malfoy."