Unsteady 4
Title: Unsteady 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 700
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 lazybones11, who asked for more of Unsteady
Summary: Draco tries to convince himself (and Harry) that it's over between them.
It was dark when Draco woke up, but he wasn't alarmed. He was surrounded by Harry's familiar scent and the soft, even sound of Harry breathing.
Draco's eyes grew heavy, but he tensed abruptly. He was in Harry's bed, and he didn't belong there. Not any more. Draco tried to extricate himself from Harry's loose grip. The arms around him tightened, and Harry snuffled and pressed his stubbled cheek against Draco's naked shoulder.
"Stay," Harry slurred.
Draco didn't respond verbally, but he stopped trying to escape. Harry relaxed, and so did Draco. His eyes drifted closed again.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to sort this out.
~*~
The next time Draco opened his eyes, he blinked at the brightness. He recognized the bedroom immediately, and memories of the previous night flooded back: the pub brawl, the humiliation of having Harry fetch him from the Muggle police, and the explosive sex. Draco's arse was sore in a pleasant manner, while his hands and ribs still ached in an unpleasant fashion. He was confused and anxious and in desperate need of a fag.
Draco struggled to sit up, and Harry let him. Draco rolled out of bed without a word and left the bedroom, making his unerring way to the loo. When he'd finished, he bypassed Harry's bedroom and padded, naked, into the living room in search of his jacket and his cigarettes. Draco draped the jacket over his shoulders and stepped out on Harry's balcony to light up. The bottom half of his arse was bare, but Draco reckoned anyone nosy enough to be looking could just have an eyeful. He dragged smoke into his lungs and exhaled it in a stream.
Draco didn't turn when he heard the balcony door open and close again behind him. A wry smile curled his lips when he felt Harry's heat press against his back. Nimble fingers plucked the fag from Draco's grip and flicked it over the edge of the balcony.
"Oy!"
"It's a filthy habit," said Harry. "If you want to kill yourself, there are quicker ways to go about it."
"Yeah? Such as?" scoffed Draco. He turned in Harry's arms, and the jacket fell open.
"Bloody hell," Harry hissed, eyes glued to Draco's naked body. "Get inside, you degenerate."
"Maybe I want to put on a show for your neighbors."
"Are you planning a strip tease?" asked Harry. "You only have one article of clothing to remove."
"We could shag out here," Draco suggested. He shrugged his shoulders, causing his jacket to gape open.
Harry's eyes were immediately drawn to Draco's assets, and he dampened his lips with his tongue before visibly shaking himself. "Inside, now," he said in a gruff voice.
Draco smirked and allowed himself to be hustled back into Harry's flat.
Harry quartered away and raked an unsteady hand through his hair. He turned back to Draco and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"
Draco's shoulders stiffened, but he kept his sardonic smile firmly in place. "You could shag me," he drawled, allowing his jacket to fall to the floor.
"And afterward?"
"I don't foresee an afterward, Potter," said Draco. Flirting with Harry had suddenly lost its appeal. It was time for him to leave. Draco moved to walk around Harry, intent on reclaiming his clothing from the bedroom.
Harry reached out and caught Draco by the arm. "Don't go."
Draco didn't dare look at his ex; he knew Harry's doleful expression would slay him. "I can't stay."
Harry sighed and released him.
Draco took a hesitant step away, and Harry let him go. Draco told himself what he felt was relief and not disappointment. The time to fight for their relationship had passed a long time ago.
Draco dressed quickly and returned to the living room to reclaim his jacket. Harry watched him walk to the Floo, holding his tongue until Draco stepped inside of the enlarged space.
"I'll be in touch."
Draco hesitated in the act of tossing down a pinch of powder. "Why?" he asked.
"There's some unfinished business between us."
Unsteady 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 700
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 lazybones11, who asked for more of Unsteady
Summary: Draco tries to convince himself (and Harry) that it's over between them.
It was dark when Draco woke up, but he wasn't alarmed. He was surrounded by Harry's familiar scent and the soft, even sound of Harry breathing.
Draco's eyes grew heavy, but he tensed abruptly. He was in Harry's bed, and he didn't belong there. Not any more. Draco tried to extricate himself from Harry's loose grip. The arms around him tightened, and Harry snuffled and pressed his stubbled cheek against Draco's naked shoulder.
"Stay," Harry slurred.
Draco didn't respond verbally, but he stopped trying to escape. Harry relaxed, and so did Draco. His eyes drifted closed again.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to sort this out.
~*~
The next time Draco opened his eyes, he blinked at the brightness. He recognized the bedroom immediately, and memories of the previous night flooded back: the pub brawl, the humiliation of having Harry fetch him from the Muggle police, and the explosive sex. Draco's arse was sore in a pleasant manner, while his hands and ribs still ached in an unpleasant fashion. He was confused and anxious and in desperate need of a fag.
Draco struggled to sit up, and Harry let him. Draco rolled out of bed without a word and left the bedroom, making his unerring way to the loo. When he'd finished, he bypassed Harry's bedroom and padded, naked, into the living room in search of his jacket and his cigarettes. Draco draped the jacket over his shoulders and stepped out on Harry's balcony to light up. The bottom half of his arse was bare, but Draco reckoned anyone nosy enough to be looking could just have an eyeful. He dragged smoke into his lungs and exhaled it in a stream.
Draco didn't turn when he heard the balcony door open and close again behind him. A wry smile curled his lips when he felt Harry's heat press against his back. Nimble fingers plucked the fag from Draco's grip and flicked it over the edge of the balcony.
"Oy!"
"It's a filthy habit," said Harry. "If you want to kill yourself, there are quicker ways to go about it."
"Yeah? Such as?" scoffed Draco. He turned in Harry's arms, and the jacket fell open.
"Bloody hell," Harry hissed, eyes glued to Draco's naked body. "Get inside, you degenerate."
"Maybe I want to put on a show for your neighbors."
"Are you planning a strip tease?" asked Harry. "You only have one article of clothing to remove."
"We could shag out here," Draco suggested. He shrugged his shoulders, causing his jacket to gape open.
Harry's eyes were immediately drawn to Draco's assets, and he dampened his lips with his tongue before visibly shaking himself. "Inside, now," he said in a gruff voice.
Draco smirked and allowed himself to be hustled back into Harry's flat.
Harry quartered away and raked an unsteady hand through his hair. He turned back to Draco and sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"
Draco's shoulders stiffened, but he kept his sardonic smile firmly in place. "You could shag me," he drawled, allowing his jacket to fall to the floor.
"And afterward?"
"I don't foresee an afterward, Potter," said Draco. Flirting with Harry had suddenly lost its appeal. It was time for him to leave. Draco moved to walk around Harry, intent on reclaiming his clothing from the bedroom.
Harry reached out and caught Draco by the arm. "Don't go."
Draco didn't dare look at his ex; he knew Harry's doleful expression would slay him. "I can't stay."
Harry sighed and released him.
Draco took a hesitant step away, and Harry let him go. Draco told himself what he felt was relief and not disappointment. The time to fight for their relationship had passed a long time ago.
Draco dressed quickly and returned to the living room to reclaim his jacket. Harry watched him walk to the Floo, holding his tongue until Draco stepped inside of the enlarged space.
"I'll be in touch."
Draco hesitated in the act of tossing down a pinch of powder. "Why?" he asked.
"There's some unfinished business between us."
Unsteady 5