Storm of Passion
Title: Storm of Passion
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: 810
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 leo_draconis, using the prompts desperate, cuddly, intervention
Summary: Draco gains a new appreciation for storms.
Draco shook the rain from his cloak and cast Lumos. "Charming," he sneered, taking a look around the ramshackle cottage.
"Any port in a storm," Potter said cheerfully.
Draco rolled his eyes. That was his partner, Auror Cheerful. Potter cast his own Lumos, revealing just how pitiful their accommodations were.
"Pitiful," Draco muttered.
"At least it's dry," said Potter, right before he stepped under a leak in the ceiling.
Draco snickered, but he flicked his wand up and repaired the small hole, then set about casting a variety of additional spells. By the time he finished, the little cottage almost looked presentable.
Potter watched him and only commented when Draco was through. "I thought it was dangerous to use that much magic during a storm."
"One should never attempt to Apparate in the midst of a thunderstorm, Potter, which is why we had to seek shelter." Draco disliked storms, and he hoped the distant thunder didn't converge on the hovel they had found to hunker down in.
Right on cue, thunder boomed overhead, and the dingy windows were illuminated by a flash of lightning. Draco flinched, then tried to disguise the involuntary motion by shrugging out of his damp cloak. "Let's find some candles," he said.
Draco and Potter rummaged through drawers and cupboards, coming up with three stubby candles and one new one. Potter lit them with the tip of his wand, casting the cottage in a mellow glow.
"This is almost cozy, isn't it, Malfoy?" chirped Potter. He divested himself of his own cloak and tossed it over a rickety chair to dry.
Draco winced again. The last thing he needed was to pair cozy with Potter...not when Draco found his partner so maddeningly attractive. It was shameful, really. Draco had always thought he was possessed of good taste.
Lightning cracked and thunder crashed, and there was no way that Potter could miss the way Draco nearly leapt out of his skin. Potter laughed at first, but the mocking sound quickly died away. "You're actually frightened of storms?"
"Piss off," grumbled Draco. He began to pace until Potter snagged his arm on the way by and physically tugged Draco onto the sofa beside him.
"It seems to me that you need an intervention," Potter said.
Draco frowned. "Intervention?"
"Yes," Potter replied with a nod. "You need something to distract you from the storm. I wonder if there are any playing cards or a chess set stashed somewhere?" As Potter made to rise from the sofa, thunder rumbled overhead again, and Draco fisted one hand in Potter's shirt to keep him near.
"Relax, Malfoy, I wasn't going far."
"I can't concentrate enough to play games," Draco said quickly.
Potter relented and sat back down. The next thunderclap almost caused Draco to climb into Potter's lap. Potter automatically wrapped his arms around Draco and patted his back in a soothing fashion.
"Had I known thunderstorms made you so cuddly, I would have taken you to the rain forest long ago," Potter quipped.
Draco was certain he had misheard Potter. He opened his mouth to ask what Potter meant, when warm lips got in the way of Draco's question.
Potter drew back and smiled. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," he whispered before claiming Draco's lips in another kiss.
Draco sighed and burrowed closer. His tongue darted out for a tentative taste, and Draco was thrilled to both hear and feel Potter groan in reaction.
The kiss deepened, tongues tangled, and hands began to wander. The storm that intensified outside of the cottage was no match for the storm of passion that erupted inside. Clothing was removed or simply pushed aside, and then Draco was opening for Potter and welcoming the first thrust that brought their bodies into shockingly intimate contact. Draco had always imagined (when he dared to fantasize about such things) that Potter would be a gentle, thorough lover who took things slowly. Instead, Potter was rough and frantic, taking Draco hard and fast there on the lumpy sofa while rain pelted the windows and thunder shook the rafters.
Draco came so hard, his vision dimmed at the edges. He tightened around Potter, drawing his partner's climax forth. Once they'd caught their breath, Potter eased out of Draco and reached for his shirt. No words were exchanged as they righted their clothing. The rain subsided to a gentle patter, and the thunder moved off into the distance.
Potter rubbed his nose, a sure sign he was nervous. His mouth opened.
"Don't you dare apologize," Draco growled.
"I'm not sorry it happened," said Potter, "but I didn't mean to be so rough."
"It was what I needed."
"Maybe, but was it what you wanted?"
Draco stopped looking everywhere but at Potter and forced himself to focus on his partner. Potter's eyes were wide and earnest and...hopeful?
Draco took the plunge. "Yeah, it's what I wanted," he said. "I've been wanting it. You know what else, Potter?"
"What?"
Draco smirked at him. "I want it again."
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: 810
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 leo_draconis, using the prompts desperate, cuddly, intervention
Summary: Draco gains a new appreciation for storms.
Draco shook the rain from his cloak and cast Lumos. "Charming," he sneered, taking a look around the ramshackle cottage.
"Any port in a storm," Potter said cheerfully.
Draco rolled his eyes. That was his partner, Auror Cheerful. Potter cast his own Lumos, revealing just how pitiful their accommodations were.
"Pitiful," Draco muttered.
"At least it's dry," said Potter, right before he stepped under a leak in the ceiling.
Draco snickered, but he flicked his wand up and repaired the small hole, then set about casting a variety of additional spells. By the time he finished, the little cottage almost looked presentable.
Potter watched him and only commented when Draco was through. "I thought it was dangerous to use that much magic during a storm."
"One should never attempt to Apparate in the midst of a thunderstorm, Potter, which is why we had to seek shelter." Draco disliked storms, and he hoped the distant thunder didn't converge on the hovel they had found to hunker down in.
Right on cue, thunder boomed overhead, and the dingy windows were illuminated by a flash of lightning. Draco flinched, then tried to disguise the involuntary motion by shrugging out of his damp cloak. "Let's find some candles," he said.
Draco and Potter rummaged through drawers and cupboards, coming up with three stubby candles and one new one. Potter lit them with the tip of his wand, casting the cottage in a mellow glow.
"This is almost cozy, isn't it, Malfoy?" chirped Potter. He divested himself of his own cloak and tossed it over a rickety chair to dry.
Draco winced again. The last thing he needed was to pair cozy with Potter...not when Draco found his partner so maddeningly attractive. It was shameful, really. Draco had always thought he was possessed of good taste.
Lightning cracked and thunder crashed, and there was no way that Potter could miss the way Draco nearly leapt out of his skin. Potter laughed at first, but the mocking sound quickly died away. "You're actually frightened of storms?"
"Piss off," grumbled Draco. He began to pace until Potter snagged his arm on the way by and physically tugged Draco onto the sofa beside him.
"It seems to me that you need an intervention," Potter said.
Draco frowned. "Intervention?"
"Yes," Potter replied with a nod. "You need something to distract you from the storm. I wonder if there are any playing cards or a chess set stashed somewhere?" As Potter made to rise from the sofa, thunder rumbled overhead again, and Draco fisted one hand in Potter's shirt to keep him near.
"Relax, Malfoy, I wasn't going far."
"I can't concentrate enough to play games," Draco said quickly.
Potter relented and sat back down. The next thunderclap almost caused Draco to climb into Potter's lap. Potter automatically wrapped his arms around Draco and patted his back in a soothing fashion.
"Had I known thunderstorms made you so cuddly, I would have taken you to the rain forest long ago," Potter quipped.
Draco was certain he had misheard Potter. He opened his mouth to ask what Potter meant, when warm lips got in the way of Draco's question.
Potter drew back and smiled. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," he whispered before claiming Draco's lips in another kiss.
Draco sighed and burrowed closer. His tongue darted out for a tentative taste, and Draco was thrilled to both hear and feel Potter groan in reaction.
The kiss deepened, tongues tangled, and hands began to wander. The storm that intensified outside of the cottage was no match for the storm of passion that erupted inside. Clothing was removed or simply pushed aside, and then Draco was opening for Potter and welcoming the first thrust that brought their bodies into shockingly intimate contact. Draco had always imagined (when he dared to fantasize about such things) that Potter would be a gentle, thorough lover who took things slowly. Instead, Potter was rough and frantic, taking Draco hard and fast there on the lumpy sofa while rain pelted the windows and thunder shook the rafters.
Draco came so hard, his vision dimmed at the edges. He tightened around Potter, drawing his partner's climax forth. Once they'd caught their breath, Potter eased out of Draco and reached for his shirt. No words were exchanged as they righted their clothing. The rain subsided to a gentle patter, and the thunder moved off into the distance.
Potter rubbed his nose, a sure sign he was nervous. His mouth opened.
"Don't you dare apologize," Draco growled.
"I'm not sorry it happened," said Potter, "but I didn't mean to be so rough."
"It was what I needed."
"Maybe, but was it what you wanted?"
Draco stopped looking everywhere but at Potter and forced himself to focus on his partner. Potter's eyes were wide and earnest and...hopeful?
Draco took the plunge. "Yeah, it's what I wanted," he said. "I've been wanting it. You know what else, Potter?"
"What?"
Draco smirked at him. "I want it again."