Cold Food, Hot Encounter
Title: Cold Food, Hot Encounter Sequel to Cold Snow, Hot Kiss
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other students
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 920
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 white_apple_ink, who asked for something funny and Slytherin. Um, it's more smutty than funny. Sorry.
Summary: Draco wants to forget the kiss he shared with Potter, but Potter has other ideas.
Draco trudged back to the dungeons and entered the Slytherin common room as quietly as possible. He didn't want to face Pansy and her harping. Instead, it was Greg who confronted him.
"Draco, where you been?"
Draco took a look around; there was no sign of Pansy, and he began to be alarmed. The last he'd seen of his friend, she was fleeing from Longbottom after pelting him with a snowball. Draco didn't let on that he was worried. He turned a haughty glare on Greg and said, "I was throwing snowballs at the goody-goody Gryffindors."
"Wicked," said Greg, nodding and beaming.
Draco shed his outer gear and carried it through the common room to his dormitory. He dried the items with a spell and stowed them in his trunk. Draco then threw himself across his bed and drew the curtains shut. His lips still tingled from the bruising kiss that Potter had subjected him to. It had left Draco hard and aching. His cold trek back to the castle had cooled his ardor, but now, alone in his bed, he was becoming aroused all over again.
Draco was still concerned about Pansy, but he couldn't concentrate when his blood supply was being redirected to his cock. He opened his trousers and had a wank.
~*~
"Draco! Psst, Draco!"
Draco bolted upright in bed, already reaching for his wand. He realized where he was and cautiously opened his bed curtains.
"It's dinner time," said Blaise before turning and walking away.
Draco groaned and collapsed back on the bed. He eventually got up and dressed in fresh clothing before arriving late to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. He was relieved to see Pansy already there. She looked...radiant. Draco risked a glance at the Gryffindor table. Longbottom was making cow eyes at Pansy from across the hall.
Draco's eyes cut to Potter, only to see Potter staring intently back at him. A tiny thrill shot through Draco, and he concentrated on filling his plate with cold food. Draco ended up rising early from dinner, leaving most of his food untouched. He was simply too restless to sit and visit and eat.
Draco slipped out of the Great Hall, unaware of the green eyes that followed him.
~*~
Draco approached the alcove, which was recessed in the stone wall at the top of the final staircase that descended to the dungeons. A rude shove sent him stumbling into the alcove. Draco righted himself and whirled to confront his attacker. Potter stood there, smirking at him from the entrance of the alcove.
Arousal surged through Draco, and he reacted with a show of temper. "Potter, what is the meaning of this?"
"I was concerned when you left the Great Hall without finishing your meal," said Potter, prowling closer.
Draco took a step back and licked his lips. "Bullshit," he whispered.
"Would you believe me if I said I wanted to kiss you again?"
This time, when Draco retreated, his back encountered the wall. "Go press your unwanted attentions on the girl weasel, Potter."
"There's just one thing," said Potter, now crowding right up against Draco. "I don't think my attentions are unwanted." He gave Draco no time to respond before closing the distance between them and fitting their mouths together.
Draco brought his hands up to push Potter away, but he ended up clutching the front of Potter's robes instead. Potter's tongue pressed at the seam of his lips, and Draco opened to it. He made a strangled sound in his throat and began snogging Potter back. When a knee pushed between his thighs, Draco spread his legs farther apart. Soon, he was clinging to Potter and arching to rub his aching erection against Potter's groin. Potter was hard, too, and Draco moaned, anxious for more contact.
Potter raised his head and drew in a harsh breath. He leaned close again, pressing his face against Draco's neck. His hands cupped Draco's arse and dragged him even closer. If it weren't for the barrier of their clothing, Draco knew Potter's cock would be inside of him right now. The thought excited him, and he speared his fingers into Potter's hair as he writhed against him. Potter's lips and teeth were at his throat, sucking and scraping Draco's tender skin, and Draco reacted with a mewl of delight. His breath was coming in sharp gasps, and Draco knew he was on the verge of climax. He should stop this, but Salazar help him, he wanted it too badly.
Draco cried out and ground himself against Potter as he came in his pants. Potter growled at his throat, and the vibration sent another jolt of pleasure to Draco's cock. He slumped back against the wall, still breathing hard. Potter continued to frot against him until he muffled a shout of pleasure in Draco's robes as he shuddered in front of him.
Potter backed off and collapsed against the opposite wall in the alcove. They stared at one another in awkward silence. Finally, Potter pushed himself upright, drew his wand, and flicked it around as he cast cleaning charms.
"Been wanting to do that for a long time, Malfoy," he said. "But next time, let's have actual sex in a bed, okay?" He turned and strutted away, leaving Draco staring after him in confusion and mortification.
"Next time?" Draco spat. He straightened and tugged at his robes. "There won't be a next time, Potter," he gritted out. Draco left the alcove, stoically ignoring the way his cock was twitching again.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, other students
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 920
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 white_apple_ink, who asked for something funny and Slytherin. Um, it's more smutty than funny. Sorry.
Summary: Draco wants to forget the kiss he shared with Potter, but Potter has other ideas.
Draco trudged back to the dungeons and entered the Slytherin common room as quietly as possible. He didn't want to face Pansy and her harping. Instead, it was Greg who confronted him.
"Draco, where you been?"
Draco took a look around; there was no sign of Pansy, and he began to be alarmed. The last he'd seen of his friend, she was fleeing from Longbottom after pelting him with a snowball. Draco didn't let on that he was worried. He turned a haughty glare on Greg and said, "I was throwing snowballs at the goody-goody Gryffindors."
"Wicked," said Greg, nodding and beaming.
Draco shed his outer gear and carried it through the common room to his dormitory. He dried the items with a spell and stowed them in his trunk. Draco then threw himself across his bed and drew the curtains shut. His lips still tingled from the bruising kiss that Potter had subjected him to. It had left Draco hard and aching. His cold trek back to the castle had cooled his ardor, but now, alone in his bed, he was becoming aroused all over again.
Draco was still concerned about Pansy, but he couldn't concentrate when his blood supply was being redirected to his cock. He opened his trousers and had a wank.
~*~
"Draco! Psst, Draco!"
Draco bolted upright in bed, already reaching for his wand. He realized where he was and cautiously opened his bed curtains.
"It's dinner time," said Blaise before turning and walking away.
Draco groaned and collapsed back on the bed. He eventually got up and dressed in fresh clothing before arriving late to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. He was relieved to see Pansy already there. She looked...radiant. Draco risked a glance at the Gryffindor table. Longbottom was making cow eyes at Pansy from across the hall.
Draco's eyes cut to Potter, only to see Potter staring intently back at him. A tiny thrill shot through Draco, and he concentrated on filling his plate with cold food. Draco ended up rising early from dinner, leaving most of his food untouched. He was simply too restless to sit and visit and eat.
Draco slipped out of the Great Hall, unaware of the green eyes that followed him.
~*~
Draco approached the alcove, which was recessed in the stone wall at the top of the final staircase that descended to the dungeons. A rude shove sent him stumbling into the alcove. Draco righted himself and whirled to confront his attacker. Potter stood there, smirking at him from the entrance of the alcove.
Arousal surged through Draco, and he reacted with a show of temper. "Potter, what is the meaning of this?"
"I was concerned when you left the Great Hall without finishing your meal," said Potter, prowling closer.
Draco took a step back and licked his lips. "Bullshit," he whispered.
"Would you believe me if I said I wanted to kiss you again?"
This time, when Draco retreated, his back encountered the wall. "Go press your unwanted attentions on the girl weasel, Potter."
"There's just one thing," said Potter, now crowding right up against Draco. "I don't think my attentions are unwanted." He gave Draco no time to respond before closing the distance between them and fitting their mouths together.
Draco brought his hands up to push Potter away, but he ended up clutching the front of Potter's robes instead. Potter's tongue pressed at the seam of his lips, and Draco opened to it. He made a strangled sound in his throat and began snogging Potter back. When a knee pushed between his thighs, Draco spread his legs farther apart. Soon, he was clinging to Potter and arching to rub his aching erection against Potter's groin. Potter was hard, too, and Draco moaned, anxious for more contact.
Potter raised his head and drew in a harsh breath. He leaned close again, pressing his face against Draco's neck. His hands cupped Draco's arse and dragged him even closer. If it weren't for the barrier of their clothing, Draco knew Potter's cock would be inside of him right now. The thought excited him, and he speared his fingers into Potter's hair as he writhed against him. Potter's lips and teeth were at his throat, sucking and scraping Draco's tender skin, and Draco reacted with a mewl of delight. His breath was coming in sharp gasps, and Draco knew he was on the verge of climax. He should stop this, but Salazar help him, he wanted it too badly.
Draco cried out and ground himself against Potter as he came in his pants. Potter growled at his throat, and the vibration sent another jolt of pleasure to Draco's cock. He slumped back against the wall, still breathing hard. Potter continued to frot against him until he muffled a shout of pleasure in Draco's robes as he shuddered in front of him.
Potter backed off and collapsed against the opposite wall in the alcove. They stared at one another in awkward silence. Finally, Potter pushed himself upright, drew his wand, and flicked it around as he cast cleaning charms.
"Been wanting to do that for a long time, Malfoy," he said. "But next time, let's have actual sex in a bed, okay?" He turned and strutted away, leaving Draco staring after him in confusion and mortification.
"Next time?" Draco spat. He straightened and tugged at his robes. "There won't be a next time, Potter," he gritted out. Draco left the alcove, stoically ignoring the way his cock was twitching again.