Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge No. 143
After several days of unrelenting, bitter cold, our temperatures are finally back in the realm of normal today. I hope it lasts!
This month's JMDC prompt is a short list of words: passion, pillow, proper. Use one, some, or all, and feel free to tweak the words (passionate, properly, etc). You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until January 31 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Demise Sequel to Compromised
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 330
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 143 - passion, pillow, proper
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 142 winner alafaye, with a prompt of fireplace
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 142 - H/D movie titles. I chose "Sex and the Ministry"
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 213 - New Year's resolutions
Summary: Harry speculates on his hypothetical demise.
The heat emanating from the fireplace, combined with the afterglow of fantastic sex, was making Harry drowsy. He lay in sated repose on the sofa in his office, with his head pillowed on his lover's lap. It was late on a cold winter night, and the Ministry was quiet beyond the door to their haven.
Malfoy sifted his fingers through Harry's hair, smoothing tangles both real and imagined. "What do you have to say for yourself, Minister?" he husked. "You seduced an Auror in your office, which probably breaks a dozen rules and regulations regarding sex in the Ministry."
"Shut your gob," Harry managed to grumble. "You seduced me, as I recall."
Malfoy chuckled, sending a delicious thrill through Harry. "It was one of my New Year's resolutions," he said. "Seduce the Minister in his office. Again."
"Slag," muttered Harry. He was too lethargic to muster the proper pique.
"If you'd stop working such late nights, I wouldn't have to resort to ambushing you at the Ministry," said Malfoy.
"The last time I skived off early, you were working late," said Harry.
"Hm, perhaps we should leave our careers behind and open a little book store in Aruba."
"We would die of boredom, if we didn't kill one another first," Harry murmured. Life with Malfoy was exciting--passionate and brilliant, but also volatile and contentious. It was just as well they didn't see much of one another, even though they lived together.
Malfoy laughed again. "If I decided to murder you, it would involve sex."
Harry quivered, aroused by Malfoy's dark declaration and ashamed by his reaction to it.
"Think of the headline in the Prophet," mused Malfoy. "Harry Potter, Shagged to Death."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He levered himself upright and turned to lean against Malfoy, pressing him back into the sofa cushions. "If that were the headline," he said, "the article would go on to report that I met my demise with a smile on my face."
This month's JMDC prompt is a short list of words: passion, pillow, proper. Use one, some, or all, and feel free to tweak the words (passionate, properly, etc). You may write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original fic, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you like.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until January 31 at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Demise Sequel to Compromised
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 330
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ JMDC No. 143 - passion, pillow, proper
♦ Gift for JMDC No. 142 winner alafaye, with a prompt of fireplace
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 142 - H/D movie titles. I chose "Sex and the Ministry"
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 213 - New Year's resolutions
Summary: Harry speculates on his hypothetical demise.
The heat emanating from the fireplace, combined with the afterglow of fantastic sex, was making Harry drowsy. He lay in sated repose on the sofa in his office, with his head pillowed on his lover's lap. It was late on a cold winter night, and the Ministry was quiet beyond the door to their haven.
Malfoy sifted his fingers through Harry's hair, smoothing tangles both real and imagined. "What do you have to say for yourself, Minister?" he husked. "You seduced an Auror in your office, which probably breaks a dozen rules and regulations regarding sex in the Ministry."
"Shut your gob," Harry managed to grumble. "You seduced me, as I recall."
Malfoy chuckled, sending a delicious thrill through Harry. "It was one of my New Year's resolutions," he said. "Seduce the Minister in his office. Again."
"Slag," muttered Harry. He was too lethargic to muster the proper pique.
"If you'd stop working such late nights, I wouldn't have to resort to ambushing you at the Ministry," said Malfoy.
"The last time I skived off early, you were working late," said Harry.
"Hm, perhaps we should leave our careers behind and open a little book store in Aruba."
"We would die of boredom, if we didn't kill one another first," Harry murmured. Life with Malfoy was exciting--passionate and brilliant, but also volatile and contentious. It was just as well they didn't see much of one another, even though they lived together.
Malfoy laughed again. "If I decided to murder you, it would involve sex."
Harry quivered, aroused by Malfoy's dark declaration and ashamed by his reaction to it.
"Think of the headline in the Prophet," mused Malfoy. "Harry Potter, Shagged to Death."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. He levered himself upright and turned to lean against Malfoy, pressing him back into the sofa cushions. "If that were the headline," he said, "the article would go on to report that I met my demise with a smile on my face."