Roommates With Benefits 9
Title: Roommates With Benefits 9
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Language, sexual situations
Word count: 1135
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 robinellen, who asked for more of Roommates With Benefits
Summary: Harry outs himself in public, and it's all Draco's fault.
Draco planted his hands on his hips and stared at Harry in amused disbelief. "Let me get this straight," he said, snorting a bit at his own, inadvertent pun. "You're not bent, never mind the fact that you just bent over for me, yet you say you'll be gay for me. Do I have that right?"
Harry was not having this conversation. He didn't know what had possessed him to blurt out that he'd be bent for Draco, but he was wishing he'd never opened his mouth. Harry got defensive. "I only offered so that you don't have to go out and pull random blokes," he mumbled.
"How charitable of you, Harry," Draco simpered, sarcasm dripping from every word. He turned and collected some clean clothing and headed for the shower.
Harry groaned and slumped back on his bed, nose wrinkling at how filthy his blankets were, and how sticky and sore he was. He was also still fuming about Draco's blase attitude over this whole "experimenting" thing. Apparently, now that Draco had satisfied his curiosity regarding gay sex, he wanted to go out and bang every bloke he could. Harry couldn't let that happen. Draco had to...concentrate on his studies. Yes, he had to focus on his school work so he could become a Healer. It wouldn't do for Draco to get caught up in the party scene and fail. It was up to Harry to help his roommate.
Even though he wasn't bent.
~*~
Draco had been noncommittal about whether he was going out clubbing or not. Therefore, Harry rushed through his own shower. By the time he finished, Draco was gone. Harry swore under his breath as he quickly got dressed.
Harry left the dorm room he shared with Draco, intent on crossing the campus to get to the club. If he walked with a bit of a limp, he hoped no one noticed.
~*~
Once Harry entered the club, he didn't have to look far to find Draco. His roommate was dancing among of a group of fit, young blokes. One of them seemed to be getting more handsy with Draco than the others. Harry was going to murder him. He pushed his way through the dancers to reach Draco's side. Harry elbowed between Draco and his most ardent admirer.
"Oy!" bleated the bloke. "What do you think you're...oh, erm, Potter."
Harry's lip curled into a sneer as he glared him down. "Find someone else to pull, you slag."
The interloper disappeared into the crowd of dancers, as did everyone else in the vicinity. Even over the loud music, Harry heard mutters of "a lover's quarrel". He chose to ignore them as he turned his attention to Draco.
Draco matched Harry glare for glare. "What is the meaning of this, Potter?" he snapped.
Harry winced at the use of his surname. Draco was well and truly angry at him. "You...you shouldn't be here," Harry sputtered. "You need to study and sleep and...and study."
"Potter, have you been possessed by the spirit of Granger?!"
"What? No! I'm just...I'm worried about you, is all."
"Worried I'll pull someone else, I reckon."
"You don't have to pull anyone else," Harry growled. "I told you we could continue to experiment."
"Even though you're not bent."
"Right," Harry replied, relieved that Draco finally seemed to understand. "Wait. Are you making fun of me?"
"Go home, Harry," Draco said. "I'll return when I'm ready."
Harry's jaw firmed. "I'm not leaving without you."
"Don't be ridiculous," Draco scoffed. "I don't intend to leave until I've pulled someone to have sex with."
"I'LL HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"
Unfortunately for Harry, there was a lull in the music at the same time he yelled at Draco. Harry gulped when he realized everyone was staring, pointing, and whispering. He wondered if there was a spell to cause a hole to open in the floor.
A new song began, and activity in the club resumed. Harry, however, was still trying to die of humiliation.
Draco had the gall to laugh at him. "Congratulations, Harry," he said. "You've just announced to the entire club that you're bent."
Harry had had enough. "Fuck you," he said. He turned and pushed his way back out of the club. Draco could engage in an orgy tonight, for all he cared. Let him fail his classes because he was too busy sleeping around and experimenting.
Once outside, Harry drew his wand. He knew Apparition was strongly discouraged on campus, but damn it, he was done with being a public laughingstock. He spun in place and Disapparated. Harry popped into his dorm room. It still smelled faintly of sex. Harry scowled and yanked the blankets off of his bed. He left the room and stormed down the hall to the shared laundry. At this time of night, he should have the laundry room to himself.
Harry tossed his soiled blankets and sheets into two separate machines and used a spell to activate them. He wished he'd thought to bring one of his text books with him; he could be using his time to study. Instead, Harry had to settle for flipping through a two-months old Quidditch magazine. Once the wash cycle was done, Harry hauled the wet items out of the machines and put them into dryers.
While waiting, Harry dozed off in his uncomfortable chair. He had a dream, in which Draco returned to their room with several other blokes. They engaged in group sex while Harry sat and seethed on his cold, lonely bed.
The first dryer buzzed, startling Harry awake. He had an erection, which only served to put him in a more foul mood. Harry stood up stiffly and began unloading the first dryer. The second buzzed, and he removed the items in that one, too. Arms loaded with warm, clean laundry, Harry returned to his room. He opened the door with a spell and plodded in.
Draco was propped up on his bed, arms crossed over his chest, and he was glaring at Harry. "Where have you been?"
"Me?! I was...I had to wash...why are you angry at me?!"
"Because you announced to all and sundry that you'd have sex with me, yet you were gone when I came looking for you."
Harry was surprised. "You came back here for me?"
"Well, no one else will sleep with me, now that they all think we're a couple."
Harry digested that for a moment. Part of him was aghast, but another part of him was gleeful. Harry dropped his clean sheets and blankets on his bed. He was still hard from his horrid dream, but it seemed relief was in sight.
"So, er, are you wanting a shag now?" Harry ventured to ask.
Draco's frown turned into a smug smile. "No time like the present, Harry."
Roommates With Benefits 10
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Language, sexual situations
Word count: 1135
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 robinellen, who asked for more of Roommates With Benefits
Summary: Harry outs himself in public, and it's all Draco's fault.
Draco planted his hands on his hips and stared at Harry in amused disbelief. "Let me get this straight," he said, snorting a bit at his own, inadvertent pun. "You're not bent, never mind the fact that you just bent over for me, yet you say you'll be gay for me. Do I have that right?"
Harry was not having this conversation. He didn't know what had possessed him to blurt out that he'd be bent for Draco, but he was wishing he'd never opened his mouth. Harry got defensive. "I only offered so that you don't have to go out and pull random blokes," he mumbled.
"How charitable of you, Harry," Draco simpered, sarcasm dripping from every word. He turned and collected some clean clothing and headed for the shower.
Harry groaned and slumped back on his bed, nose wrinkling at how filthy his blankets were, and how sticky and sore he was. He was also still fuming about Draco's blase attitude over this whole "experimenting" thing. Apparently, now that Draco had satisfied his curiosity regarding gay sex, he wanted to go out and bang every bloke he could. Harry couldn't let that happen. Draco had to...concentrate on his studies. Yes, he had to focus on his school work so he could become a Healer. It wouldn't do for Draco to get caught up in the party scene and fail. It was up to Harry to help his roommate.
Even though he wasn't bent.
~*~
Draco had been noncommittal about whether he was going out clubbing or not. Therefore, Harry rushed through his own shower. By the time he finished, Draco was gone. Harry swore under his breath as he quickly got dressed.
Harry left the dorm room he shared with Draco, intent on crossing the campus to get to the club. If he walked with a bit of a limp, he hoped no one noticed.
~*~
Once Harry entered the club, he didn't have to look far to find Draco. His roommate was dancing among of a group of fit, young blokes. One of them seemed to be getting more handsy with Draco than the others. Harry was going to murder him. He pushed his way through the dancers to reach Draco's side. Harry elbowed between Draco and his most ardent admirer.
"Oy!" bleated the bloke. "What do you think you're...oh, erm, Potter."
Harry's lip curled into a sneer as he glared him down. "Find someone else to pull, you slag."
The interloper disappeared into the crowd of dancers, as did everyone else in the vicinity. Even over the loud music, Harry heard mutters of "a lover's quarrel". He chose to ignore them as he turned his attention to Draco.
Draco matched Harry glare for glare. "What is the meaning of this, Potter?" he snapped.
Harry winced at the use of his surname. Draco was well and truly angry at him. "You...you shouldn't be here," Harry sputtered. "You need to study and sleep and...and study."
"Potter, have you been possessed by the spirit of Granger?!"
"What? No! I'm just...I'm worried about you, is all."
"Worried I'll pull someone else, I reckon."
"You don't have to pull anyone else," Harry growled. "I told you we could continue to experiment."
"Even though you're not bent."
"Right," Harry replied, relieved that Draco finally seemed to understand. "Wait. Are you making fun of me?"
"Go home, Harry," Draco said. "I'll return when I'm ready."
Harry's jaw firmed. "I'm not leaving without you."
"Don't be ridiculous," Draco scoffed. "I don't intend to leave until I've pulled someone to have sex with."
"I'LL HAVE SEX WITH YOU!"
Unfortunately for Harry, there was a lull in the music at the same time he yelled at Draco. Harry gulped when he realized everyone was staring, pointing, and whispering. He wondered if there was a spell to cause a hole to open in the floor.
A new song began, and activity in the club resumed. Harry, however, was still trying to die of humiliation.
Draco had the gall to laugh at him. "Congratulations, Harry," he said. "You've just announced to the entire club that you're bent."
Harry had had enough. "Fuck you," he said. He turned and pushed his way back out of the club. Draco could engage in an orgy tonight, for all he cared. Let him fail his classes because he was too busy sleeping around and experimenting.
Once outside, Harry drew his wand. He knew Apparition was strongly discouraged on campus, but damn it, he was done with being a public laughingstock. He spun in place and Disapparated. Harry popped into his dorm room. It still smelled faintly of sex. Harry scowled and yanked the blankets off of his bed. He left the room and stormed down the hall to the shared laundry. At this time of night, he should have the laundry room to himself.
Harry tossed his soiled blankets and sheets into two separate machines and used a spell to activate them. He wished he'd thought to bring one of his text books with him; he could be using his time to study. Instead, Harry had to settle for flipping through a two-months old Quidditch magazine. Once the wash cycle was done, Harry hauled the wet items out of the machines and put them into dryers.
While waiting, Harry dozed off in his uncomfortable chair. He had a dream, in which Draco returned to their room with several other blokes. They engaged in group sex while Harry sat and seethed on his cold, lonely bed.
The first dryer buzzed, startling Harry awake. He had an erection, which only served to put him in a more foul mood. Harry stood up stiffly and began unloading the first dryer. The second buzzed, and he removed the items in that one, too. Arms loaded with warm, clean laundry, Harry returned to his room. He opened the door with a spell and plodded in.
Draco was propped up on his bed, arms crossed over his chest, and he was glaring at Harry. "Where have you been?"
"Me?! I was...I had to wash...why are you angry at me?!"
"Because you announced to all and sundry that you'd have sex with me, yet you were gone when I came looking for you."
Harry was surprised. "You came back here for me?"
"Well, no one else will sleep with me, now that they all think we're a couple."
Harry digested that for a moment. Part of him was aghast, but another part of him was gleeful. Harry dropped his clean sheets and blankets on his bed. He was still hard from his horrid dream, but it seemed relief was in sight.
"So, er, are you wanting a shag now?" Harry ventured to ask.
Draco's frown turned into a smug smile. "No time like the present, Harry."
Roommates With Benefits 10