Headmasterly
Title: Headmasterly
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, implied sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 645
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for August 2012's JMDC winner jean_c_pepper, who requested more of my Headmaster!Harry verse
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 171, which was a list of words: custom, draft, blue, cabinet, prune, marker, riot, plane, reservation, hamper, grave, ground, solution, trace, mint, mine, chair, novel, jerk, stoop We had to use at least 15, and I got 17. *wipes brow*
Summary: Harry wants a shag, and Draco wants him to get to the point.
Professor Malfoy stretched up on his toes to reach the contents of a supply cabinet. Without turning his head, he said, "Get out of my classroom, Potter."
Harry was taken aback, both at the insult and at the fact that Draco was aware of his presence without looking. "I am the Headmaster, Malfoy," snapped Harry, hoping to regain some control. "As such, the entire castle is mine to roam."
Draco turned and glared at Harry. "You are here to harass me, and don't try to deny it, you jerk," he grumbled. "I'm busy, and I don't have time your infantile shenanigans."
"I do not stoop to shenanigans, Malfoy," Harry countered. "I am merely here to inspect your classroom, as is custom."
Draco harrumphed and read the label on the jar he'd pulled from the cabinet. He used a Muggle marker to write something on the jar, then set it aside.
"What is that?" asked Harry, striving to sound all Headmasterly.
"It's mint and ground sage," Draco replied, frowning as Harry took a seat in a vacant chair beside him.
"Do you frequently inventory your supplies?" Harry asked. His eyes were on Draco's arse, admiring the way Draco's blue trousers clung to the firm-
"Of course, I take inventory frequently," sniffed Draco. "If I were lax, the little miscreants I teach would be helping themselves to my supplies in an effort to brew a solution for blemishes or halitosis."
Harry nodded as if paying attention. "What do you have your students brewing now?" His eyes strayed to Draco's groin, imagining what it would be like to trace the professor's cock through his trousers-
"They are attempting to perfect a poisoned prune, which I will then send to your quarters in a picnic hamper."
"Fascinating," murmured Harry.
"Potter, you haven't heard a word I've said!" Draco exclaimed. "A riot could break out in the hallway, and you would still be sitting here, drooling over my arse. If you wish to shag, why don't you simply ask me?"
Harry was too pleased with the suggestion to protest Draco's insubordination. He grinned and stood up. "What a novel idea, Malfoy," drawled Harry. "Let's shag."
"I'm terribly busy, Potter. Go bugger someone else."
Harry actually sputtered. He flapped his hands uselessly until he recovered his ability to speak. "Report to my office immediately, you tosser," Harry snarled. He turned and stalked out, trusting that Draco would obey.
Eventually
Harry was left cooling his heels for a good fifteen minutes before his Potions professor finally deigned to knock on his door. "You wished to see me, Headmaster?"
"Do you have time for more than a quickie?" asked Harry.
"I have class in twenty minutes."
"Fine," sighed Harry. "Get undressed and bend over the desk."
"There's a draft in here," Draco complained. "I'll catch my death of cold."
"Merlin, you're such a prima donna," growled Harry. "Bend over the desk, and I'll flip your robes up."
~*~
Harry collapsed over Draco's back and sighed in satisfaction. Nearly thirty seconds passed before Draco complained, which was a testament to Harry's sexual prowess.
"I can't breathe."
Harry huffed in disappointment, but he straightened and eased himself out of Draco's heat. "You enjoyed that," he said.
Draco stood up with a wince and righted his clothing. "I'm in danger of being late for my class," he said. "You may clean up my enjoyment," he added, looking pointedly at the mess on Harry's desk. Draco didn't wait for Harry's response before he strode from the office. A slight hitch in his gait was the only indication that he'd just been shagged rotten.
Harry stood there with his trousers undone and his spent cock dangling out as he admired Draco's arse until it disappeared through the door. Harry shivered and tucked himself back in. There really was a draft in his office.
Malfoy's Stalk
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion, implied sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 645
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for August 2012's JMDC winner jean_c_pepper, who requested more of my Headmaster!Harry verse
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 171, which was a list of words: custom, draft, blue, cabinet, prune, marker, riot, plane, reservation, hamper, grave, ground, solution, trace, mint, mine, chair, novel, jerk, stoop We had to use at least 15, and I got 17. *wipes brow*
Summary: Harry wants a shag, and Draco wants him to get to the point.
Professor Malfoy stretched up on his toes to reach the contents of a supply cabinet. Without turning his head, he said, "Get out of my classroom, Potter."
Harry was taken aback, both at the insult and at the fact that Draco was aware of his presence without looking. "I am the Headmaster, Malfoy," snapped Harry, hoping to regain some control. "As such, the entire castle is mine to roam."
Draco turned and glared at Harry. "You are here to harass me, and don't try to deny it, you jerk," he grumbled. "I'm busy, and I don't have time your infantile shenanigans."
"I do not stoop to shenanigans, Malfoy," Harry countered. "I am merely here to inspect your classroom, as is custom."
Draco harrumphed and read the label on the jar he'd pulled from the cabinet. He used a Muggle marker to write something on the jar, then set it aside.
"What is that?" asked Harry, striving to sound all Headmasterly.
"It's mint and ground sage," Draco replied, frowning as Harry took a seat in a vacant chair beside him.
"Do you frequently inventory your supplies?" Harry asked. His eyes were on Draco's arse, admiring the way Draco's blue trousers clung to the firm-
"Of course, I take inventory frequently," sniffed Draco. "If I were lax, the little miscreants I teach would be helping themselves to my supplies in an effort to brew a solution for blemishes or halitosis."
Harry nodded as if paying attention. "What do you have your students brewing now?" His eyes strayed to Draco's groin, imagining what it would be like to trace the professor's cock through his trousers-
"They are attempting to perfect a poisoned prune, which I will then send to your quarters in a picnic hamper."
"Fascinating," murmured Harry.
"Potter, you haven't heard a word I've said!" Draco exclaimed. "A riot could break out in the hallway, and you would still be sitting here, drooling over my arse. If you wish to shag, why don't you simply ask me?"
Harry was too pleased with the suggestion to protest Draco's insubordination. He grinned and stood up. "What a novel idea, Malfoy," drawled Harry. "Let's shag."
"I'm terribly busy, Potter. Go bugger someone else."
Harry actually sputtered. He flapped his hands uselessly until he recovered his ability to speak. "Report to my office immediately, you tosser," Harry snarled. He turned and stalked out, trusting that Draco would obey.
Eventually
Harry was left cooling his heels for a good fifteen minutes before his Potions professor finally deigned to knock on his door. "You wished to see me, Headmaster?"
"Do you have time for more than a quickie?" asked Harry.
"I have class in twenty minutes."
"Fine," sighed Harry. "Get undressed and bend over the desk."
"There's a draft in here," Draco complained. "I'll catch my death of cold."
"Merlin, you're such a prima donna," growled Harry. "Bend over the desk, and I'll flip your robes up."
~*~
Harry collapsed over Draco's back and sighed in satisfaction. Nearly thirty seconds passed before Draco complained, which was a testament to Harry's sexual prowess.
"I can't breathe."
Harry huffed in disappointment, but he straightened and eased himself out of Draco's heat. "You enjoyed that," he said.
Draco stood up with a wince and righted his clothing. "I'm in danger of being late for my class," he said. "You may clean up my enjoyment," he added, looking pointedly at the mess on Harry's desk. Draco didn't wait for Harry's response before he strode from the office. A slight hitch in his gait was the only indication that he'd just been shagged rotten.
Harry stood there with his trousers undone and his spent cock dangling out as he admired Draco's arse until it disappeared through the door. Harry shivered and tucked himself back in. There really was a draft in his office.
Malfoy's Stalk