Cock and Bull 17
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Title: Cock and Bull 17
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Hermione
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 865
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 ldydark1, who requested more of Cock and Bull.
Summary: Someone is feeling frisky.
As promised, Burtis Funkhauser delivered the new Ayrshire cow to Harry mid-morning. After their neighbor drove away, Harry and Draco stood at the pasture fence, watching as the small herd of Jerseys acquainted themselves with the new cow in their midst. Daisy, who was the undisputed boss of Harry's cattle, tried to push the Ayrshire around, but she wasn't having it. She was a larger cow, and while she didn't seem inclined to take over Daisy's position in the herd, it was obvious she wasn't going to be bullied, either.
The Ayrshire's bright red spots and speckles gleamed in the sunshine. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" asked Harry.
"She is pretty," Draco agreed. "Chauncy seems smitten with her."
Indeed, the bull was hovering near his newest lady friend, as if afraid she'd disappear as quickly as she had arrived.
"Chauncy can bugger off until she's in heat again," drawled Harry. He straightened from his indolent lean on the fence rail. "Come on. We have more chores to do before Hermione gets here."
~*~
Harry invited Hermione to sit on a bale of straw in the barn, so he could clean some of Maude's tack while they talked.
"Is Malfoy doing his assigned tasks?" Hermione asked primly, Muggle pen poised over her notebook.
"Yes."
"Has he been causing any trouble?"
"No," Harry replied.
"Has he shown any initiative?"
Harry's naughty mind veered into the gutter. "As a matter of fact, yes, he has."
Hermione glanced at him sharply, but Harry kept his head bent over Maude's harness. Hermione asked a few more questions, then put her pen and notebook in her bag.
"He looks good," she commented. "I was afraid the two of you would try to kill one another, but it seems that farm life agrees with Malfoy."
"I feed him well, and he's added muscle from the physical labor he's been doing," Harry responded.
"You look better, too," Hermione observed.
Harry refused to meet her eyes. "Mrs Pempelton makes sure both of us eat well."
Hermione's shrewd eyes remained on Harry for a long moment before she gave up trying to pry. "I'll need to speak to Malfoy before I leave."
"He's in the house, baking a cake for tea," Harry told her. "He wanted to show off his culinary skills, too."
~*~
After performing her duties, Hermione stayed for tea. Draco had baked a white cake, and they also had some of Mrs Pempelton's shortbread biscuits. When it was time for Hermione to take her leave, Harry walked with her to the Apparation point in his lane.
"Thank you for taking Malfoy in, Harry," said Hermione. "I think this experiment has been good for both of you. He's clearly flourishing, and you did need additional help with the farm. Oh, and I like your new cow, Frisky."
Harry maintained his smile with an effort as he waved to Hermione before she Disapparated. Once she was gone, he returned to the house and stomped into the kitchen.
"Frisky?" he snapped.
Draco didn't bother turning from the sink. "If you're feeling frisky, go rub one out. I have dishes to do."
Harry blinked in surprise. "That's not...Hermione said the new cow's name was Frisky."
"That's adorable; I'm glad she thought of it."
"Dra-co," Harry gritted. "I am quite certain that you told her the cow's name is Frisky."
Draco started to laugh. He smirked at Harry over one shoulder. "Well, you wouldn't let me name her Weasley, and you were a tad frisky after you bought her."
The conversation was having an effect on Harry. "I'll show you who's frisky," he growled, crossing the kitchen in two strides. Draco started to turn around, but Harry muscled him up against the sink and trapped Draco there with his arms. He pressed his groin to Draco's arse and began rocking against him.
Draco pushed back, and his breathing quickened. "Are you...ah...are you going to do this right, or do you want to come in your pants like a boy?"
"Are you going to let me yank your jeans down and shag you up against the sink?"
"The sooner, the better, Potter," Draco replied. "The dish water is getting cold."
Harry backed off and slapped Draco's arse for being cheeky. He then applied himself to rearranging their jeans and pants and sinking his hard cock into Draco's hot hole.
As shags went, it wasn't their finest. Harry came first, then pulled out and turned Draco around. He dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor and sucked Draco to completion. Harry sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth. He was at eye level with Draco's spent cock, while his own cock dangled limply from his jeans. They made a ridiculous pair, and Harry started to chuckle.
"Berk," said Draco. He reached back, dipped his fingers into the tepid dish water, and flicked it at Harry.
Harry clambered to his feet and pulled his wand from his back pocket. He swished it back and forth, removing all traces of their passion. Harry tucked his wand and his cock away, while Draco put his own clothing to rights.
Harry cleared his throat. "Ahem. Are there any biscuits left?"
"They're in the cupboard...Frisky."
Cock and Bull 18