Title: Harry's Hideaway
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
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
shanes_lullaby, with the prompts of trees, happy, books
♣ Birthday gift for
jake67jake, using the prompt of "Ya think?"
Summary: Draco discovers Harry's secret hideaway in the woods.
Draco wasn't sure exactly where Harry had gone, but he knew the general direction his husband had taken when he sneaked out of the manor. Draco rolled his eyes and grinned at the same time. He knew that hosting his parents for a week would be stressful on Harry. Frankly, Draco was surprised he hadn't fled into the woods sooner. However, he didn't have all day to locate his wayward spouse, so Draco drew his wand and used a locator spell. The tip of his wand lit up and pulled to the left.
Draco followed where his wand led, until he apparently went too far. The wand veered back the way he'd come from. Draco turned back, only to get turned around again. He frowned. Was Harry deliberately hiding from him? As Draco pondered, the tip of his wand rose. He looked up and gasped. Above him, supported by the sturdy branches of a large oak, was an honest-to-Merlin treehouse.
He took a step back so he could see better. "Harry?" Draco called.
The door to the treehouse opened, and Harry's head appeared. He saw Draco below him and scowled.
"What are you doing up there?"
"I'm having tea and a wank," snapped Harry.
"That sounds like fun," said Draco. "May I come up?"
Harry shrugged and disappeared from view.
Draco tucked his wand away and began climbing the tree, wishing he'd brought his broom with him. Once he reached the door of the treehouse, he extended his hand, and Harry helped him climb inside. Draco rose to his knees and gasped again.
Instead of a tiny, cobbled together treehouse, he was in a magnificent, spacious room. Clearly, Harry had used magic so that the interior of his hideaway was larger than the exterior. One wall was comprised of book shelves that were full of Harry's beloved books. Cupboards lined another wall, there was a cozy sofa resting beneath a window on the third wall, and the final wall had another door.
"Is that a loo?!" Draco exclaimed.
Harry nodded, and a small, proud grin replaced his sullen expression.
"But...why?"
"I do need to use it occasionally," Harry deadpanned.
Draco sighed. "I meant, why do you have a treehouse in the first place?"
Harry dropped his eyes and picked at a frayed spot on the hem of his jumper. "Your family and friends don't like me," he mumbled. "I wanted a place where I can go to get away when it becomes too much. Sometimes, when you're away, I come here, too. The house is just too big and empty when you're not home. I'm happy out here, with my books and the trees."
Draco was chagrined. He rocked back on his heels and said, "Father has been especially difficult this week, hasn't he?"
"Ya think?" Harry scoffed.
"They've gone to visit the Greengrass family," said Draco. "I expect they'll stay for dinner."
"Okay, I'll come home with you, then."
"Are you mad?" asked Draco. "I want to spend the afternoon here."
Harry's face brightened. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Draco confirmed. "I can help you christen it. Wait, you haven't christened it without me, have you?"'
"Well, ah, I've wanked out here a few times."
"You haven't been entertaining any other blokes, have you?"
"Of course not, Draco!" Harry cried. "I'm a married man."
Draco grinned at him. "Good," he said. "I'd hate to have to cut your cock off. I'm rather partial to it, you know."
Harry winced and covered his bits.
"I assume you have some lube?" drawled Draco.
In answer, Harry went to one of the cupboards and returned with a bottle of lubricant. They undressed and fell onto the sofa together, kissing and running their hands over one another. Draco had been in the mood to top, but when Harry pressed him to his back and urged his legs apart, Draco cooperated without complaint. This was Harry's treehouse to christen, after all, and he could always top next time. Draco sucked in a sharp breath when Harry slid into him, then exhaled more slowly.
Harry set an easy pace to begin with, stroking Draco smoothly while nipping at his neck and jaw. Draco drew his legs up higher and palmed Harry's arse, squeezing the taut flesh to urge him on. The tempo of their lovemaking increased until their bodies were coming together in a frenzy of thrusts and gasps and groans. Draco climaxed first, aided by the stimulating friction of Harry's stomach rubbing over his cock as they fucked. Harry tumbled over the peak shortly after, sprawling atop Draco on the thoroughly-christened sofa.
"Am I too heavy?" he slurred.
"Not yet," said Draco. He always enjoyed Harry's weight on top of him, pressing him into whatever flat surface they'd chosen to shag on.
Eventually, Harry disentangled them, and they shifted and squirmed until they were able to lie, spoon style, on the sofa.
"Are you angry?" Harry ventured.
"Of course not," replied Draco. "You're a good fuck."
Harry slapped his thigh. "I meant about the treehouse, you nutter."
Draco snickered before he responded. "No, I'm not angry," he said. "In fact, I plan to take refuge here the next time the Weasley Clan visits."