Birthday to Birthday: Sowing the Seeds
Title: Birthday to Birthday: Sowing the Seeds
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Nott
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Seduction
Word count: 610
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #33 - Indulge your every whim
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #181 - Draco's birthday
Summary: Harry has his sights set on Malfoy.
"Potter."
"Nott."
"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Draco's birthday party this evening."
"Er, as your date?" Harry asked, feeling awkward at his fellow Ministry worker's invitation.
Nott only laughed. "No, but Draco doesn't need to know that," he replied. "I believe you fancy him, and what better way to let him know than by showing up at his party?"
Harry managed to keep his cool. "What makes you think I fancy Malfoy?"
"Call it Slytherin intuition," said Nott. "It's the same thing that leads me to believe Draco has been panting after you, as well."
That was an interesting revelation. Harry made up his mind. "I'd be delighted to go to the party with you, Nott."
~*~
Harry should have felt out of his element in a ballroom full of Slytherins. Instead, he felt completely at ease. Perhaps he would have prospered in that House. When Harry and Nott first arrived at the party, Harry had greeted Malfoy politely, keeping hold of Malfoy's hand for one second longer than was necessary. Since then, Harry had been waging a relentless, if subtle, seduction. His eyes sought Malfoy out frequently, and Harry made sure Malfoy knew beyond a doubt that Harry was undressing him with his eyes.
Eventually, the party wound down. Guests began leaving, calling out birthday greetings to Malfoy. Harry waited until only a few people remained in the ballroom. By then, Malfoy was relaxing in a straight-back chair with a flute of champagne in hand. Harry set his own empty glass down and boldly stalked his prey.
Malfoy didn't move, but he immediately became alert, eyes on Harry as he approached.
Harry never faltered. He wanted Malfoy...he'd been wanting him forever, it seemed. His own 35th birthday was approaching, and Harry was tired of leading a careful life. This is the year you're going to indulge your every whim, he told himself. Harry intended to make Malfoy his, starting now, at Malfoy's birthday, and culminating on his own.
Malfoy's indolent posture--slouched in his chair, long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles--presented a challenge to Harry. It was a challenge he gladly accepted. Harry kicked Malfoy's top foot to one side and barged into the space he'd created between Malfoy's legs. Malfoy's eyes darkened, and Harry heard his sharp intake of breath. He leaned forward, planting both hands on the arms of Malfoy's chair. Their bodies were not in contact with one another, but Harry could definitely feel the heat that Malfoy was radiating, and he hoped Malfoy could feel his.
"Happy birthday, Malfoy," Harry purred. "Did you make a wish?"
Malfoy's eyes were on Harry's lips. He blinked once, then raised his gaze to meet Harry's eyes. "A wish?" he rasped.
Harry could see Malfoy's pulse beating rapidly at the hollow of his throat. His own heart pounded in the same rhythm. Harry dropped his eyes to Malfoy's groin, grinning at the tell-tale bulge there. Malfoy wanted it, too, and Harry intended to claim him. Soon.
"Potter?"
Harry clenched his teeth in frustration and turned his head. "Yes, Nott?"
"We should be going," said Nott. "Draco's getting older, and he needs his sleep."
"Piss off," grumbled Malfoy.
Harry stood up straight, eyes boring into Malfoy's. "Thank you for the invitation," he said. Harry then lowered his voice and added, "I intend to take you up on it." He turned and walked away, which was no easy feat with a throbbing erection. Harry consoled himself with the fact that Malfoy was just as aroused and aching as he was. He heard Nott wish Malfoy a happy birthday and bid him goodnight.
Harry didn't look back. He'd sown the seeds of seduction, and now he was looking forward to reaping the rewards.
~tbc~
Birthday to Birthday: Cultivating the Conquest
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco, Nott
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Seduction
Word count: 610
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt #33 - Indulge your every whim
♦ slythindor100 Challenge #181 - Draco's birthday
Summary: Harry has his sights set on Malfoy.
"Potter."
"Nott."
"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Draco's birthday party this evening."
"Er, as your date?" Harry asked, feeling awkward at his fellow Ministry worker's invitation.
Nott only laughed. "No, but Draco doesn't need to know that," he replied. "I believe you fancy him, and what better way to let him know than by showing up at his party?"
Harry managed to keep his cool. "What makes you think I fancy Malfoy?"
"Call it Slytherin intuition," said Nott. "It's the same thing that leads me to believe Draco has been panting after you, as well."
That was an interesting revelation. Harry made up his mind. "I'd be delighted to go to the party with you, Nott."
~*~
Harry should have felt out of his element in a ballroom full of Slytherins. Instead, he felt completely at ease. Perhaps he would have prospered in that House. When Harry and Nott first arrived at the party, Harry had greeted Malfoy politely, keeping hold of Malfoy's hand for one second longer than was necessary. Since then, Harry had been waging a relentless, if subtle, seduction. His eyes sought Malfoy out frequently, and Harry made sure Malfoy knew beyond a doubt that Harry was undressing him with his eyes.
Eventually, the party wound down. Guests began leaving, calling out birthday greetings to Malfoy. Harry waited until only a few people remained in the ballroom. By then, Malfoy was relaxing in a straight-back chair with a flute of champagne in hand. Harry set his own empty glass down and boldly stalked his prey.
Malfoy didn't move, but he immediately became alert, eyes on Harry as he approached.
Harry never faltered. He wanted Malfoy...he'd been wanting him forever, it seemed. His own 35th birthday was approaching, and Harry was tired of leading a careful life. This is the year you're going to indulge your every whim, he told himself. Harry intended to make Malfoy his, starting now, at Malfoy's birthday, and culminating on his own.
Malfoy's indolent posture--slouched in his chair, long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles--presented a challenge to Harry. It was a challenge he gladly accepted. Harry kicked Malfoy's top foot to one side and barged into the space he'd created between Malfoy's legs. Malfoy's eyes darkened, and Harry heard his sharp intake of breath. He leaned forward, planting both hands on the arms of Malfoy's chair. Their bodies were not in contact with one another, but Harry could definitely feel the heat that Malfoy was radiating, and he hoped Malfoy could feel his.
"Happy birthday, Malfoy," Harry purred. "Did you make a wish?"
Malfoy's eyes were on Harry's lips. He blinked once, then raised his gaze to meet Harry's eyes. "A wish?" he rasped.
Harry could see Malfoy's pulse beating rapidly at the hollow of his throat. His own heart pounded in the same rhythm. Harry dropped his eyes to Malfoy's groin, grinning at the tell-tale bulge there. Malfoy wanted it, too, and Harry intended to claim him. Soon.
"Potter?"
Harry clenched his teeth in frustration and turned his head. "Yes, Nott?"
"We should be going," said Nott. "Draco's getting older, and he needs his sleep."
"Piss off," grumbled Malfoy.
Harry stood up straight, eyes boring into Malfoy's. "Thank you for the invitation," he said. Harry then lowered his voice and added, "I intend to take you up on it." He turned and walked away, which was no easy feat with a throbbing erection. Harry consoled himself with the fact that Malfoy was just as aroused and aching as he was. He heard Nott wish Malfoy a happy birthday and bid him goodnight.
Harry didn't look back. He'd sown the seeds of seduction, and now he was looking forward to reaping the rewards.
~tbc~
Birthday to Birthday: Cultivating the Conquest