Slytherin Strokes
Title: Slytherin Strokes
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Pansy
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST, Slytherin!Harry
Word count: 635
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 chronos_tale who asked for a sequel to Slytherin Perks
Summary: Harry turns up the heat.
It was late enough that most of the Slytherins had gone to bed. Harry was still up, and he was growing frustrated with his Arithmancy problems. He glanced over at Draco, who was seated on the other end of the sofa with a textbook of his own opened on his lap. The fire was dying down, and Harry contemplated stoking it for warmth. His gaze strayed back to Draco.
Perhaps there was something else Harry could stoke.
"I need some help with Arithmancy," Harry said.
Draco didn't even bother looking up from his book. "Everyone knows that, Harry," he said.
"Berk," grumbled Harry. "I'm asking you to help me."
"What are you offering in return?" asked Draco, eyes still on his book.
Harry's body stilled even as his senses went on alert. There was no one else in the common room. This was the ideal time to find out just how deep the attraction between them ran.
"Do you fancy a hand job?" Harry drawled.
Draco's head snapped up, and he turned wide eyes on Harry. "What did you say?"
"I believe I just offered to wax your broom for you if you help me with my Arithmancy," Harry replied, keeping his tone casual.
"You're taking the piss."
"I'm not, but if you'd rather, I'm sure I can trade you my Charms notes-"
"No!" Draco blurted. "That is, if you're offering. No bloke in his right mind would turn down an offer like that."
Harry smiled at him. "Come here," he said, beckoning Draco closer.
Draco's answering grin was more of a leer, and he quickly scooted over to sit next to Harry on the sofa.
Harry doused Draco's ardor when he said, "Now then, this is the first equation that I don't understand..."
~*~
"Yes, it all seems quite clear now," said Harry. "Thank you, Draco."
"I am waiting for you to thank me with your hand," Draco informed him.
Harry smirked at him. "Eager, are you?" he taunted.
"I'm surprised my cock hasn't poked a hole through my trousers," Draco complained.
Harry reached over and placed his hand on Draco's groin. Draco sucked in a breath and clutched Harry's hand with his own.
"No touching," whispered Harry. "You wank all the time. It's my turn."
"I don't wank all the ti-ime," Draco protested. His voice rose an octave when Harry squeezed him through his trousers.
"Of course you do," said Harry, testing Draco's length. "You're eighteen." He traced Draco's shaft with the pad of one finger, then rubbed the tip with his thumb.
Draco made a strangled sound in his throat and let his head fall back to rest on the sofa cushion. He lifted himself off of the sofa, striving for some friction on his cock. "Stop teasing me and get on with it," Draco gritted.
Harry chuckled, but it sounded strained to his own ears. His cock was also hard and aching and demanding relief. Nevertheless, tonight was about Draco. Harry's scheme was to get his handsome Housemate thinking about him and possibly wanking to memories of the pleasure Harry intended to give him.
Harry gave Draco one more squeeze before dragging his hand up the front of Draco's trousers and locating the pull on his zip. Harry eased the zip down and pushed his fingers inside of the opening. He feathered them across the hardness that was barely contained behind Draco's pants.
"Fuck," Draco hissed.
"Later, perhaps," Harry murmured. His questing fingers found the opening of Draco's pants, and Harry delved inside while Draco moaned encouragement.
Harry blinked as the lights in the common room brightened, and he bit back a curse when he heard Pansy's snide voice from behind them.
"Well, well, what are you boys up to?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Pansy
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST, Slytherin!Harry
Word count: 635
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 chronos_tale who asked for a sequel to Slytherin Perks
Summary: Harry turns up the heat.
It was late enough that most of the Slytherins had gone to bed. Harry was still up, and he was growing frustrated with his Arithmancy problems. He glanced over at Draco, who was seated on the other end of the sofa with a textbook of his own opened on his lap. The fire was dying down, and Harry contemplated stoking it for warmth. His gaze strayed back to Draco.
Perhaps there was something else Harry could stoke.
"I need some help with Arithmancy," Harry said.
Draco didn't even bother looking up from his book. "Everyone knows that, Harry," he said.
"Berk," grumbled Harry. "I'm asking you to help me."
"What are you offering in return?" asked Draco, eyes still on his book.
Harry's body stilled even as his senses went on alert. There was no one else in the common room. This was the ideal time to find out just how deep the attraction between them ran.
"Do you fancy a hand job?" Harry drawled.
Draco's head snapped up, and he turned wide eyes on Harry. "What did you say?"
"I believe I just offered to wax your broom for you if you help me with my Arithmancy," Harry replied, keeping his tone casual.
"You're taking the piss."
"I'm not, but if you'd rather, I'm sure I can trade you my Charms notes-"
"No!" Draco blurted. "That is, if you're offering. No bloke in his right mind would turn down an offer like that."
Harry smiled at him. "Come here," he said, beckoning Draco closer.
Draco's answering grin was more of a leer, and he quickly scooted over to sit next to Harry on the sofa.
Harry doused Draco's ardor when he said, "Now then, this is the first equation that I don't understand..."
~*~
"Yes, it all seems quite clear now," said Harry. "Thank you, Draco."
"I am waiting for you to thank me with your hand," Draco informed him.
Harry smirked at him. "Eager, are you?" he taunted.
"I'm surprised my cock hasn't poked a hole through my trousers," Draco complained.
Harry reached over and placed his hand on Draco's groin. Draco sucked in a breath and clutched Harry's hand with his own.
"No touching," whispered Harry. "You wank all the time. It's my turn."
"I don't wank all the ti-ime," Draco protested. His voice rose an octave when Harry squeezed him through his trousers.
"Of course you do," said Harry, testing Draco's length. "You're eighteen." He traced Draco's shaft with the pad of one finger, then rubbed the tip with his thumb.
Draco made a strangled sound in his throat and let his head fall back to rest on the sofa cushion. He lifted himself off of the sofa, striving for some friction on his cock. "Stop teasing me and get on with it," Draco gritted.
Harry chuckled, but it sounded strained to his own ears. His cock was also hard and aching and demanding relief. Nevertheless, tonight was about Draco. Harry's scheme was to get his handsome Housemate thinking about him and possibly wanking to memories of the pleasure Harry intended to give him.
Harry gave Draco one more squeeze before dragging his hand up the front of Draco's trousers and locating the pull on his zip. Harry eased the zip down and pushed his fingers inside of the opening. He feathered them across the hardness that was barely contained behind Draco's pants.
"Fuck," Draco hissed.
"Later, perhaps," Harry murmured. His questing fingers found the opening of Draco's pants, and Harry delved inside while Draco moaned encouragement.
Harry blinked as the lights in the common room brightened, and he bit back a curse when he heard Pansy's snide voice from behind them.
"Well, well, what are you boys up to?"