Malfoy's Stalk
Title: Malfoy's Stalk
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 735
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 iwao, who requested more of Headmaster Harry
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #32 - Buy yourself flowers
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #89 - edible flowers
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #180, which was a choice of quotes. I picked: If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they are supposed to be there.
Summary: Harry stumbles upon a wild Malfoy in the forest.
Harry wandered out of the castle to enjoy the warmth and sunshine. Most of the students had gone to Hogsmeade, along with several of Hogwarts' professors. Harry knew that Malfoy had remained behind, and he hoped to catch up with the surly Potions professor at some point. Harry grinned ruefully at the direction of his thoughts. It seemed that Malfoy was always on his mind, but, as Luna once pointed out to him: If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they are supposed to be there.
Harry looked up to find his feet had taken him to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He continued along the path, although he slipped his wand from its sheath as a precaution. Harry ambled slowly through the woods, breathing deeply of the fragrant air. Movement up ahead caused him to halt and raise his wand. Harry crept forward, parting fronds to see what was moving through the forest. Harry smirked when he saw it was his Potions professor.
Malfoy bent over, affording Harry a tantalizing view of his fine arse. He picked some flowers before standing up once more.
Harry stepped from cover, and Malfoy whirled on him, wand drawn in an instant. Harry chuckled. "Why don't you simply buy yourself flowers?" he taunted. "It would be safer than braving the forest to pick some."
"The flowers aren't for me, you dim witted toss pot," scoffed Malfoy.
Harry frowned, although he was more vexed at the thought of Malfoy picking flowers for someone else than he was at the insult. However, the insult did need to be addressed. "That's Headmaster Toss Pot to you, Malfoy," Harry growled.
"For your information, Headmaster, these are edible flowers that I am gathering for my next Potions lesson."
Harry was intrigued. "Edible flowers, you say?"
"Would you care to try one?"
"Certainly not!" said Harry. "I don't trust you not to poison me."
Malfoy merely grinned, which didn't lessen Harry's trepidation. Harry decided to redirect Malfoy's malicious mind. "Say, Malfoy, as long as we're both out here...alone...why don't we-"
"No."
Harry blinked. "Sorry?"
"You heard me," said Malfoy. "I've no time for your nonsense today."
"You have time to traipse through the forest, picking flowers, but you don't have time for a shag?!"
"That's right."
"You're just being difficult," muttered Harry. Malfoy ducked his head, but not before Harry saw a smirk flicker over his expression. Harry bounded across the clearing and pounced.
"Argh!" cried Malfoy as he was driven to the ground. "You're crushing my flowers!"
"Shall I kiss your tulips to make it better?" Harry teased.
"Geroff, you randy troll!"
Harry wouldn't have pressed the issue, but Malfoy was already sporting wood. Harry ground himself into Malfoy's groin, earning a shaky moan from the snarky professor. "You're in the mood for a good shag, you berk," said Harry. "Don't bother denying it."
"Make it quick, Potter," Malfoy snapped, even as he arched up beneath Harry. "I don't have all day."
Harry undressed them both with a wandless spell. He conjured some lubricant and put it to use, stoically ignoring Malfoy's eager squirming. Once preparations were complete, Harry positioned himself, or tried to.
"Hold still," he snarled.
Malfoy stopped wriggling and canted his hips up. His eyes rolled back in his head when Harry breached his body with a powerful thrust. Malfoy arched up, demanding more. Harry was happy to give it to him. They shagged there in the clearing, the fragrance of crushed grass and flowers rising to mix with the more earthy scent of sex.
Harry climaxed first, unable to slow down enough to see to Malfoy's needs before his own.
"Selfish twat," growled Malfoy, bashing Harry's ribs with one bony knee.
Harry swore under his breath and pulled out quickly, earning a similar curse from Malfoy. Harry scooted lower and took Malfoy's cock between his lips. He licked and sucked until Malfoy pulsed inside of his mouth. Harry released Malfoy's spent prick and pillowed his head on Malfoy's stomach while he caught his breath. Surprisingly, Malfoy allowed it. Harry grinned at his prowess.
"What is so amusing?"
"You and your edible flowers," Harry improvised. "I've just enjoyed Malfoy's Stalk, or something."
"Very funny, Potter."
"That's Headmaster Potter to you, Professor."
Spectacle in the Sky
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 735
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 iwao, who requested more of Headmaster Harry
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #32 - Buy yourself flowers
♦ hd_pots_n_porn Prompt #89 - edible flowers
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #180, which was a choice of quotes. I picked: If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they are supposed to be there.
Summary: Harry stumbles upon a wild Malfoy in the forest.
Harry wandered out of the castle to enjoy the warmth and sunshine. Most of the students had gone to Hogsmeade, along with several of Hogwarts' professors. Harry knew that Malfoy had remained behind, and he hoped to catch up with the surly Potions professor at some point. Harry grinned ruefully at the direction of his thoughts. It seemed that Malfoy was always on his mind, but, as Luna once pointed out to him: If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they are supposed to be there.
Harry looked up to find his feet had taken him to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He continued along the path, although he slipped his wand from its sheath as a precaution. Harry ambled slowly through the woods, breathing deeply of the fragrant air. Movement up ahead caused him to halt and raise his wand. Harry crept forward, parting fronds to see what was moving through the forest. Harry smirked when he saw it was his Potions professor.
Malfoy bent over, affording Harry a tantalizing view of his fine arse. He picked some flowers before standing up once more.
Harry stepped from cover, and Malfoy whirled on him, wand drawn in an instant. Harry chuckled. "Why don't you simply buy yourself flowers?" he taunted. "It would be safer than braving the forest to pick some."
"The flowers aren't for me, you dim witted toss pot," scoffed Malfoy.
Harry frowned, although he was more vexed at the thought of Malfoy picking flowers for someone else than he was at the insult. However, the insult did need to be addressed. "That's Headmaster Toss Pot to you, Malfoy," Harry growled.
"For your information, Headmaster, these are edible flowers that I am gathering for my next Potions lesson."
Harry was intrigued. "Edible flowers, you say?"
"Would you care to try one?"
"Certainly not!" said Harry. "I don't trust you not to poison me."
Malfoy merely grinned, which didn't lessen Harry's trepidation. Harry decided to redirect Malfoy's malicious mind. "Say, Malfoy, as long as we're both out here...alone...why don't we-"
"No."
Harry blinked. "Sorry?"
"You heard me," said Malfoy. "I've no time for your nonsense today."
"You have time to traipse through the forest, picking flowers, but you don't have time for a shag?!"
"That's right."
"You're just being difficult," muttered Harry. Malfoy ducked his head, but not before Harry saw a smirk flicker over his expression. Harry bounded across the clearing and pounced.
"Argh!" cried Malfoy as he was driven to the ground. "You're crushing my flowers!"
"Shall I kiss your tulips to make it better?" Harry teased.
"Geroff, you randy troll!"
Harry wouldn't have pressed the issue, but Malfoy was already sporting wood. Harry ground himself into Malfoy's groin, earning a shaky moan from the snarky professor. "You're in the mood for a good shag, you berk," said Harry. "Don't bother denying it."
"Make it quick, Potter," Malfoy snapped, even as he arched up beneath Harry. "I don't have all day."
Harry undressed them both with a wandless spell. He conjured some lubricant and put it to use, stoically ignoring Malfoy's eager squirming. Once preparations were complete, Harry positioned himself, or tried to.
"Hold still," he snarled.
Malfoy stopped wriggling and canted his hips up. His eyes rolled back in his head when Harry breached his body with a powerful thrust. Malfoy arched up, demanding more. Harry was happy to give it to him. They shagged there in the clearing, the fragrance of crushed grass and flowers rising to mix with the more earthy scent of sex.
Harry climaxed first, unable to slow down enough to see to Malfoy's needs before his own.
"Selfish twat," growled Malfoy, bashing Harry's ribs with one bony knee.
Harry swore under his breath and pulled out quickly, earning a similar curse from Malfoy. Harry scooted lower and took Malfoy's cock between his lips. He licked and sucked until Malfoy pulsed inside of his mouth. Harry released Malfoy's spent prick and pillowed his head on Malfoy's stomach while he caught his breath. Surprisingly, Malfoy allowed it. Harry grinned at his prowess.
"What is so amusing?"
"You and your edible flowers," Harry improvised. "I've just enjoyed Malfoy's Stalk, or something."
"Very funny, Potter."
"That's Headmaster Potter to you, Professor."
Spectacle in the Sky