A Fit of Passion
Title: A Fit of Passion
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Shacklebolt, Minister
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and violence
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 850
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 kittie8571, whose prompt was biting/licking the neck
Summary: Harry and Malfoy have a lot of pent up aggression and frustration to work through.
It was bad enough that Harry had to share an office with Malfoy, but when his git of a partner took Harry's chair, it was the last straw. Since then, it had become a competition to see which of them arrived in their office first to procure the good chair for the day.
On Tuesday morning, Harry was approaching his office at a brisk pace. He saw Malfoy round the corner from the other direction.
Harry lengthened his strides.
Malfoy broke into a run.
"Shit!" Harry swore, sprinting for the door of their office. They reached it at the same time and jostled one another getting through it. Harry and Malfoy each made a grab for the chair, hands closing on it simultaneously.
Harry felt a sharp jerk in the vicinity of his navel. When he landed on his feet, he lurched into Malfoy and automatically grabbed hold of his partner. Harry had a brief moment to appreciate Malfoy's lithe body and the scent of his hair before Malfoy shrugged him off.
"'What is the meaning of this, Potter?" Malfoy demanded as he tugged his uniform into order.
Harry tore his eyes away from his partner to look around. They were in a small, windowless room. There was a sofa pushed against one wall and a lone cupboard on the opposite wall. On top of the cupboard was an hour-glass. The sand in the top had just begun to trickle down. One corner of the room was curtained off. A quick peek behind the curtain revealed a sink and a stool.
"I have no idea where we are," Harry admitted, raking a hand through his tousled hair.
"You're welcome to stay and explore," said Malfoy, drawing his wand. "I'm leaving," he announced.
When Malfoy simply remained in place, looking perplexed, Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Bloody, buggering bollocks!" snarled Malfoy. "You try it."
Harry pulled his wand from its holster and attempted to Apparate. He failed. "Shit!" he swore, for the second time that morning. As Harry puzzled over their predicament, he was blindsided by his partner's right hook.
"This is your doing, Potter!" Malfoy yelled. "Don't try to deny it!" He cocked his fist back for another blow.
Harry's temper boiled over, and he reached for Malfoy's throat.
~*~
"Do you think that was wise, Kingsley?"
"Indeed, Minister," replied the Head Auror. "The strife between Potter and Malfoy has been affecting the entire department. The portkey delivered them to a safe place, where they can settle things between them once and for all."
"What if they kill one another?"
Kingsley smiled. "You and I both know the source of tension between them isn't hatred," he said.
Hermione nodded. "Very well, Kingsley," she said. "I trust your judgment."
~*~
When Harry launched his attack, he and Malfoy ended up on the floor, rolling, yelling, cursing and punching. Along the way, Harry's cock grew hard, and so did Malfoy's. Now that they had worked out their anger and aggression with a good old-fashioned fist fight, they were currently working out their sexual frustration with a good old-fashioned shag.
Articles of clothing had been torn off or merely pushed aside, and Harry was thrusting vigorously between Malfoy's legs. Harry bent his head to alternately bite and lick his partner's neck, leaving vivid marks of possession in his wake. Malfoy's hands were pulling at Harry's hair, quite painfully, out of spite or in a fit of passion. They were hurtling towards an explosive climax, and Harry went over the edge first.
"You incompetent twat!" snapped Malfoy. "Can't you do anything ri-ight there, Potter!"
Harry halted his partner's complaints by pulling out of him and engulfing Malfoy's cock in his mouth. It didn't take long before Malfoy was coming down Harry's throat. Malfoy's soft cries of pleasure were a vast improvement over his snarled insults.
Incredibly, Harry was ready for round two. He took advantage of his partner's momentary compliance to roll Malfoy over and penetrate him from behind.
"Ouch! Potter, you insufferable arse!"
Harry bent his head and clamped his teeth sharply into Malfoy's nape to shut him up. It worked. Malfoy groaned and arched, pushing his arse back in surrender. Harry rewarded him by soothing the new bite mark he'd made with swipes of his tongue. He raised his head as his hips continued pumping over Malfoy's upraised arse. Harry glanced at the hour-glass. He suspected it was counting down the time of their imprisonment. If that was the case, they should be able to work in at least one more shag after this one. The trick would be getting Malfoy to agree to it.
Harry leaned forward and hauled his partner into an upright, kneeling position. He nipped Malfoy's nape, earning another breathy moan for his trouble. Now that Harry knew his partner's weakness, getting Malfoy to spread his legs again shouldn't be a problem.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Shacklebolt, Minister
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sex and violence
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 850
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 kittie8571, whose prompt was biting/licking the neck
Summary: Harry and Malfoy have a lot of pent up aggression and frustration to work through.
It was bad enough that Harry had to share an office with Malfoy, but when his git of a partner took Harry's chair, it was the last straw. Since then, it had become a competition to see which of them arrived in their office first to procure the good chair for the day.
On Tuesday morning, Harry was approaching his office at a brisk pace. He saw Malfoy round the corner from the other direction.
Harry lengthened his strides.
Malfoy broke into a run.
"Shit!" Harry swore, sprinting for the door of their office. They reached it at the same time and jostled one another getting through it. Harry and Malfoy each made a grab for the chair, hands closing on it simultaneously.
Harry felt a sharp jerk in the vicinity of his navel. When he landed on his feet, he lurched into Malfoy and automatically grabbed hold of his partner. Harry had a brief moment to appreciate Malfoy's lithe body and the scent of his hair before Malfoy shrugged him off.
"'What is the meaning of this, Potter?" Malfoy demanded as he tugged his uniform into order.
Harry tore his eyes away from his partner to look around. They were in a small, windowless room. There was a sofa pushed against one wall and a lone cupboard on the opposite wall. On top of the cupboard was an hour-glass. The sand in the top had just begun to trickle down. One corner of the room was curtained off. A quick peek behind the curtain revealed a sink and a stool.
"I have no idea where we are," Harry admitted, raking a hand through his tousled hair.
"You're welcome to stay and explore," said Malfoy, drawing his wand. "I'm leaving," he announced.
When Malfoy simply remained in place, looking perplexed, Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Bloody, buggering bollocks!" snarled Malfoy. "You try it."
Harry pulled his wand from its holster and attempted to Apparate. He failed. "Shit!" he swore, for the second time that morning. As Harry puzzled over their predicament, he was blindsided by his partner's right hook.
"This is your doing, Potter!" Malfoy yelled. "Don't try to deny it!" He cocked his fist back for another blow.
Harry's temper boiled over, and he reached for Malfoy's throat.
~*~
"Do you think that was wise, Kingsley?"
"Indeed, Minister," replied the Head Auror. "The strife between Potter and Malfoy has been affecting the entire department. The portkey delivered them to a safe place, where they can settle things between them once and for all."
"What if they kill one another?"
Kingsley smiled. "You and I both know the source of tension between them isn't hatred," he said.
Hermione nodded. "Very well, Kingsley," she said. "I trust your judgment."
~*~
When Harry launched his attack, he and Malfoy ended up on the floor, rolling, yelling, cursing and punching. Along the way, Harry's cock grew hard, and so did Malfoy's. Now that they had worked out their anger and aggression with a good old-fashioned fist fight, they were currently working out their sexual frustration with a good old-fashioned shag.
Articles of clothing had been torn off or merely pushed aside, and Harry was thrusting vigorously between Malfoy's legs. Harry bent his head to alternately bite and lick his partner's neck, leaving vivid marks of possession in his wake. Malfoy's hands were pulling at Harry's hair, quite painfully, out of spite or in a fit of passion. They were hurtling towards an explosive climax, and Harry went over the edge first.
"You incompetent twat!" snapped Malfoy. "Can't you do anything ri-ight there, Potter!"
Harry halted his partner's complaints by pulling out of him and engulfing Malfoy's cock in his mouth. It didn't take long before Malfoy was coming down Harry's throat. Malfoy's soft cries of pleasure were a vast improvement over his snarled insults.
Incredibly, Harry was ready for round two. He took advantage of his partner's momentary compliance to roll Malfoy over and penetrate him from behind.
"Ouch! Potter, you insufferable arse!"
Harry bent his head and clamped his teeth sharply into Malfoy's nape to shut him up. It worked. Malfoy groaned and arched, pushing his arse back in surrender. Harry rewarded him by soothing the new bite mark he'd made with swipes of his tongue. He raised his head as his hips continued pumping over Malfoy's upraised arse. Harry glanced at the hour-glass. He suspected it was counting down the time of their imprisonment. If that was the case, they should be able to work in at least one more shag after this one. The trick would be getting Malfoy to agree to it.
Harry leaned forward and hauled his partner into an upright, kneeling position. He nipped Malfoy's nape, earning another breathy moan for his trouble. Now that Harry knew his partner's weakness, getting Malfoy to spread his legs again shouldn't be a problem.