Abusing the Staff
Title: Abusing the Staff
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 1035
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 kitty_fic, using the prompt doctor
Summary: Auror Potter has a doctor kink.
"Healer Malfoy, your husband was just brought in."
Draco was immediately swamped with dread, but he kept his face impassive. He turned to the junior Healer. "Is it life threatening?"
"No, sir. Not unless Healer Bellam follows through on her desire to kill him."
Draco relaxed. If Harry was causing that much grief, he wasn't seriously injured. "Tell Bellam I'll be there as soon as I finish with my current patient."
The junior healer nodded and scurried away.
"Now then, Mrs Doan, keep that ankle elevated, and take the potion I prescribed twice a day. You'll be back on your feet in no time."
The old battle axe snatched the script out of Draco's hand and sniffed indignantly. "Potter could have done better for himself," she remarked.
Draco refused to be baited. "While I don't disagree with you, the fact is, the Chosen One chose me. Have a good evening, Mrs Doan."
~*~
"Stop hovering! I'm not a bloody invalid!"
Draco grinned when he heard Harry's bellow as soon as he turned the corner. He quickened his steps, eager to see his husband and to rescue the rest of the staff from Harry's temper. Draco stepped into the room and cleared his throat. The other occupants fell silent and turned to look at him. Harry's angry scowl dissolved into a relieved smile, while Healer Bellam and another junior Healer retained their frustrated expressions.
Draco fixed a stern look on his husband. "Auror Potter, are you abusing the staff again?"
"We are having a difference of opinion," Harry replied, eyes sliding away from Draco's gaze.
Bellam snorted. "See if you can sort him out," she snapped, before sweeping out of the room, dragging her tattered dignity behind her.
Draco inclined his head towards the doorway, and the junior Healer bustled out behind Bellam. Draco looked back at Harry. "What calamity has befallen you this time, Auror Potter?" he asked, approaching the bed.
Harry raised his eyes, and his pupils expanded. "I love it when you go all doctor on me," he purred.
Draco's cock reacted to the heat in Harry's eyes and words.
Down, boy
"I am not a Muggle doctor, I'm a Healer, and I've had to take time out of my busy schedule to attend to you, because you're rude to the rest of the staff."
Harry had the grace to look chagrined. He dropped his gaze once more and plucked at the blanket with the fingers of his left hand. Draco noted that Harry's right arm remained pressed against his side.
"Did you injure your arm?"
"It's...more of a burn," Harry responded, voice still sullen from his scolding.
Draco sighed and approached. He used his wand to split the seam of Harry's sleeve, then peeled it back gently to inspect his arm.
"Did I mention I love it when you tear my clothing off?"
"Shush," Draco murmured. Down, boy. He had to focus on the task at hand, not on what he'd like to do with his hands. Draco frowned as he beheld the damaged flesh of Harry's forearm.
"Give it to me straight, Doc. How long do I have to live?"
"Not long at all, if you keep rushing headlong into danger," Draco growled. He stepped away to get the supplies he'd need to treat Harry's injury.
"How do you know I didn't spill hot coffee on myself in the break room?"
"I recognize spell damage when I see it," said Draco. He returned to Harry's bedside, snagged a stool, and sat down.
"You could sit on the edge of my bed," Harry suggested slyly.
"I only do that with handsome blonds."
"What?!"
"Harry, please stop flirting and let me concentrate on my job," Draco chided. He bent his head and began to carefully clean Harry's wound.
"You smell good," Harry remarked, voice gone low and gravelly.
Down, boy
"You smell like burnt roast," Draco countered.
"Oy!"
Draco finished cleaning the wound. He sat back and performed some intricate wandwork, chanting the spells necessary to heal burns. Harry's damaged flesh knit back together, leaving a long, pink mark on his arm. Draco ran one finger lightly over the healed skin.
"Does that hurt?"
"It makes my cock ache."
"Honestly, Harry!"
With a laugh, Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's waist and yanked him onto the bed. Draco ended up sprawled across his husband, sputtering a protest.
"See?" cried Harry. "Good as new! Now, let me thank you properly, Doctor." He hauled Draco up his body and claimed Draco's lips in a hot, frantic kiss.
Draco shouldn't have participated, but damn it, he'd been so worried when he initially learned that Harry was brought in for treatment, and now his baser instincts were clamoring to assure himself that his husband was hale and hearty. Draco squirmed atop Harry, fitting their bodies together more intimately. He shifted his legs apart, moaning into Harry's mouth when Harry arched up to frot their groins together.
"Ahem."
Draco wrenched his lips from Harry's and turned to see Healer Bellam scowling at them from the doorway.
Down, boy
"If you're finished with this patient, Healer Malfoy, there are others who need tending to."
Draco scrambled off of the bed, tunneling his fingers through his mussed hair. Bellam exited the room with a disapproving sniff, leaving Draco to glare at his unrepentant husband.
Harry smirked back at him and licked his lips.
Down, boy
Draco's frown deepened. He'd worked hard to establish himself at St Mungo's, and he hated having his professionalism called into question. He knew Bellam wouldn't gossip to the rest of the staff, but it was still embarrassing to have been caught in such a compromising position, even if it was with his own husband.
Draco gathered the items he'd left on the nightstand. "Here's a pain potion and a healing salve. Go home, put the salve on to minimize scarring, take the potion, and go to bed. I'll see you when my shift is over." He smoothed his hair once more and turned to leave.
"I'll be waiting for you, Doctor Malfoy," Harry cooed from behind him.
Draco hesitated only slightly before he escaped through the door.
Down, boy
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 1035
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 kitty_fic, using the prompt doctor
Summary: Auror Potter has a doctor kink.
"Healer Malfoy, your husband was just brought in."
Draco was immediately swamped with dread, but he kept his face impassive. He turned to the junior Healer. "Is it life threatening?"
"No, sir. Not unless Healer Bellam follows through on her desire to kill him."
Draco relaxed. If Harry was causing that much grief, he wasn't seriously injured. "Tell Bellam I'll be there as soon as I finish with my current patient."
The junior healer nodded and scurried away.
"Now then, Mrs Doan, keep that ankle elevated, and take the potion I prescribed twice a day. You'll be back on your feet in no time."
The old battle axe snatched the script out of Draco's hand and sniffed indignantly. "Potter could have done better for himself," she remarked.
Draco refused to be baited. "While I don't disagree with you, the fact is, the Chosen One chose me. Have a good evening, Mrs Doan."
~*~
"Stop hovering! I'm not a bloody invalid!"
Draco grinned when he heard Harry's bellow as soon as he turned the corner. He quickened his steps, eager to see his husband and to rescue the rest of the staff from Harry's temper. Draco stepped into the room and cleared his throat. The other occupants fell silent and turned to look at him. Harry's angry scowl dissolved into a relieved smile, while Healer Bellam and another junior Healer retained their frustrated expressions.
Draco fixed a stern look on his husband. "Auror Potter, are you abusing the staff again?"
"We are having a difference of opinion," Harry replied, eyes sliding away from Draco's gaze.
Bellam snorted. "See if you can sort him out," she snapped, before sweeping out of the room, dragging her tattered dignity behind her.
Draco inclined his head towards the doorway, and the junior Healer bustled out behind Bellam. Draco looked back at Harry. "What calamity has befallen you this time, Auror Potter?" he asked, approaching the bed.
Harry raised his eyes, and his pupils expanded. "I love it when you go all doctor on me," he purred.
Draco's cock reacted to the heat in Harry's eyes and words.
Down, boy
"I am not a Muggle doctor, I'm a Healer, and I've had to take time out of my busy schedule to attend to you, because you're rude to the rest of the staff."
Harry had the grace to look chagrined. He dropped his gaze once more and plucked at the blanket with the fingers of his left hand. Draco noted that Harry's right arm remained pressed against his side.
"Did you injure your arm?"
"It's...more of a burn," Harry responded, voice still sullen from his scolding.
Draco sighed and approached. He used his wand to split the seam of Harry's sleeve, then peeled it back gently to inspect his arm.
"Did I mention I love it when you tear my clothing off?"
"Shush," Draco murmured. Down, boy. He had to focus on the task at hand, not on what he'd like to do with his hands. Draco frowned as he beheld the damaged flesh of Harry's forearm.
"Give it to me straight, Doc. How long do I have to live?"
"Not long at all, if you keep rushing headlong into danger," Draco growled. He stepped away to get the supplies he'd need to treat Harry's injury.
"How do you know I didn't spill hot coffee on myself in the break room?"
"I recognize spell damage when I see it," said Draco. He returned to Harry's bedside, snagged a stool, and sat down.
"You could sit on the edge of my bed," Harry suggested slyly.
"I only do that with handsome blonds."
"What?!"
"Harry, please stop flirting and let me concentrate on my job," Draco chided. He bent his head and began to carefully clean Harry's wound.
"You smell good," Harry remarked, voice gone low and gravelly.
Down, boy
"You smell like burnt roast," Draco countered.
"Oy!"
Draco finished cleaning the wound. He sat back and performed some intricate wandwork, chanting the spells necessary to heal burns. Harry's damaged flesh knit back together, leaving a long, pink mark on his arm. Draco ran one finger lightly over the healed skin.
"Does that hurt?"
"It makes my cock ache."
"Honestly, Harry!"
With a laugh, Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's waist and yanked him onto the bed. Draco ended up sprawled across his husband, sputtering a protest.
"See?" cried Harry. "Good as new! Now, let me thank you properly, Doctor." He hauled Draco up his body and claimed Draco's lips in a hot, frantic kiss.
Draco shouldn't have participated, but damn it, he'd been so worried when he initially learned that Harry was brought in for treatment, and now his baser instincts were clamoring to assure himself that his husband was hale and hearty. Draco squirmed atop Harry, fitting their bodies together more intimately. He shifted his legs apart, moaning into Harry's mouth when Harry arched up to frot their groins together.
"Ahem."
Draco wrenched his lips from Harry's and turned to see Healer Bellam scowling at them from the doorway.
Down, boy
"If you're finished with this patient, Healer Malfoy, there are others who need tending to."
Draco scrambled off of the bed, tunneling his fingers through his mussed hair. Bellam exited the room with a disapproving sniff, leaving Draco to glare at his unrepentant husband.
Harry smirked back at him and licked his lips.
Down, boy
Draco's frown deepened. He'd worked hard to establish himself at St Mungo's, and he hated having his professionalism called into question. He knew Bellam wouldn't gossip to the rest of the staff, but it was still embarrassing to have been caught in such a compromising position, even if it was with his own husband.
Draco gathered the items he'd left on the nightstand. "Here's a pain potion and a healing salve. Go home, put the salve on to minimize scarring, take the potion, and go to bed. I'll see you when my shift is over." He smoothed his hair once more and turned to leave.
"I'll be waiting for you, Doctor Malfoy," Harry cooed from behind him.
Draco hesitated only slightly before he escaped through the door.
Down, boy