Frolicking in Flowers
Title: Frolicking in Flowers This is part of my Headmaster Harry verse.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 630
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for alisanne in thanks for the beta work on my 2018 hp_getlucky fest fic. Prompt given was spring fever
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 68 - Spring has sprung
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 146 - field of flowers photo prompt
Summary: Harry has Spring fever, and it's catching.
Harry removed his glasses, swiped at his eyes, and sneezed. Why he'd ever thought accompanying Professor Malfoy into the field was a good idea was beyond him at the moment. Malfoy strode ahead, through the endless field of flowers, pausing now and again to snip some blooms.
Harry leered at his arse. Oh yeah, that was why he'd followed Malfoy. His ogling was interrupted by another sneezing fit.
"There are potions for Spring fever, Potter," Malfoy drawled.
"That's Headmaster Potter," Harry grumbled, "and piss off."
Malfoy had the gall to laugh. "Spring has sprung, Headmaster," he said. "If it aggravates your sinuses, I can brew you something."
"I would appreciate it, Professor," Harry responded stiffly.
"Of course, it will cost you."
Harry rolled his watery eyes. "Of course," he sneered. "What do you want, Malfoy? A shag?"
"Hah!"
Harry scowled, sneezed, and scowled again. "I'm dying, Malfoy. Indulge me."
"You're not dying, Potter. More's the pity."
"Excuse me?!"
"I said, you're not dying," Malfoy responded. "If you're so miserable out here, why don't you return to the castle?"
"The castle is...boring," replied Harry. What he meant was, there was no one there he wanted to have sex with.
"Boring?" echoed Malfoy. "No one there you want to have sex with?"
Harry clenched his jaw and vowed to practice his Occlumency. Later. "I might like to have sex with Neville," he mumbled.
"Longbottom?!" cried Malfoy. "I thought he and Lovegood were paired off."
"They are," Harry confirmed, before sneezing again. "I can still think about it."
Malfoy's glare could have set the surrounding flowers ablaze. "Slag," he spat.
"That's Headmaster Slag to you...achoo!"
"Seriously, Potter, I can brew you a potion."
Harry waded through flowers to approach Malfoy. "That is quite generous of you to offer," he said. "However, I've learned that sex cures most anything."
He pounced.
Malfoy squeaked like a frightened puffskein as Harry bore him to the ground. Harry smirked at his victory and reached for the fastenings of Malfoy's clothing.
"I say, Potter-"
"Headmaster Potter."
"I am not going to have sex out here with you."
"Come on," Harry wheedled, his hands still busy with Malfoy's garments. "Haven't you always wanted to shag in a field of flowers?"
"No."
"Since when did you become such a prude?" asked Harry. He crowed in triumph when he succeeded in getting his hand inside of Malfoy's trousers.
"Since the last time some bloke molested me in a field of flowers," Malfoy snapped.
Harry froze and lifted his head. "Who else have you been frolicking in flowers with?!"
"Are you jealous, Handmaster?"
Harry reacted to the taunt by wrapping his fingers around Malfoy's cock. He would show his snarky professor the meaning of 'handmaster'.
Malfoy gasped and lifted into it. He made no further complaints when Harry divested him of his clothing, prepped him with a handy tube of lube, and penetrated him with a firm thrust.
No words, snarky, jealous, or otherwise were spoken as Harry pounded Malfoy into the flowers. The fragrance released from the crushed blooms masked the earthier scents of sweat and sex. Harry held back and was able to bring Malfoy to climax first. He was then able to be selfish and seek his own pleasure. Harry buried his face in Malfoy's neck and groaned when he came. He slumped on top of him and would have been content to just lie there for the rest of the day, but Malfoy had other ideas.
He pushed at Harry's shoulder and bashed him in the ribs with a knee. "I can't breathe, you slag."
Harry rolled away, crushing more flowers as he came to rest at Malfoy's side.
"Achoo!"
Harry turned his head and grinned at Malfoy, who sneezed again.
"A good shag will cure those allergies, Professor Malfoy."
The View from the Unicorn
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
Word count: 630
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for alisanne in thanks for the beta work on my 2018 hp_getlucky fest fic. Prompt given was spring fever
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 68 - Spring has sprung
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 146 - field of flowers photo prompt
Summary: Harry has Spring fever, and it's catching.
Harry removed his glasses, swiped at his eyes, and sneezed. Why he'd ever thought accompanying Professor Malfoy into the field was a good idea was beyond him at the moment. Malfoy strode ahead, through the endless field of flowers, pausing now and again to snip some blooms.
Harry leered at his arse. Oh yeah, that was why he'd followed Malfoy. His ogling was interrupted by another sneezing fit.
"There are potions for Spring fever, Potter," Malfoy drawled.
"That's Headmaster Potter," Harry grumbled, "and piss off."
Malfoy had the gall to laugh. "Spring has sprung, Headmaster," he said. "If it aggravates your sinuses, I can brew you something."
"I would appreciate it, Professor," Harry responded stiffly.
"Of course, it will cost you."
Harry rolled his watery eyes. "Of course," he sneered. "What do you want, Malfoy? A shag?"
"Hah!"
Harry scowled, sneezed, and scowled again. "I'm dying, Malfoy. Indulge me."
"You're not dying, Potter. More's the pity."
"Excuse me?!"
"I said, you're not dying," Malfoy responded. "If you're so miserable out here, why don't you return to the castle?"
"The castle is...boring," replied Harry. What he meant was, there was no one there he wanted to have sex with.
"Boring?" echoed Malfoy. "No one there you want to have sex with?"
Harry clenched his jaw and vowed to practice his Occlumency. Later. "I might like to have sex with Neville," he mumbled.
"Longbottom?!" cried Malfoy. "I thought he and Lovegood were paired off."
"They are," Harry confirmed, before sneezing again. "I can still think about it."
Malfoy's glare could have set the surrounding flowers ablaze. "Slag," he spat.
"That's Headmaster Slag to you...achoo!"
"Seriously, Potter, I can brew you a potion."
Harry waded through flowers to approach Malfoy. "That is quite generous of you to offer," he said. "However, I've learned that sex cures most anything."
He pounced.
Malfoy squeaked like a frightened puffskein as Harry bore him to the ground. Harry smirked at his victory and reached for the fastenings of Malfoy's clothing.
"I say, Potter-"
"Headmaster Potter."
"I am not going to have sex out here with you."
"Come on," Harry wheedled, his hands still busy with Malfoy's garments. "Haven't you always wanted to shag in a field of flowers?"
"No."
"Since when did you become such a prude?" asked Harry. He crowed in triumph when he succeeded in getting his hand inside of Malfoy's trousers.
"Since the last time some bloke molested me in a field of flowers," Malfoy snapped.
Harry froze and lifted his head. "Who else have you been frolicking in flowers with?!"
"Are you jealous, Handmaster?"
Harry reacted to the taunt by wrapping his fingers around Malfoy's cock. He would show his snarky professor the meaning of 'handmaster'.
Malfoy gasped and lifted into it. He made no further complaints when Harry divested him of his clothing, prepped him with a handy tube of lube, and penetrated him with a firm thrust.
No words, snarky, jealous, or otherwise were spoken as Harry pounded Malfoy into the flowers. The fragrance released from the crushed blooms masked the earthier scents of sweat and sex. Harry held back and was able to bring Malfoy to climax first. He was then able to be selfish and seek his own pleasure. Harry buried his face in Malfoy's neck and groaned when he came. He slumped on top of him and would have been content to just lie there for the rest of the day, but Malfoy had other ideas.
He pushed at Harry's shoulder and bashed him in the ribs with a knee. "I can't breathe, you slag."
Harry rolled away, crushing more flowers as he came to rest at Malfoy's side.
"Achoo!"
Harry turned his head and grinned at Malfoy, who sneezed again.
"A good shag will cure those allergies, Professor Malfoy."
The View from the Unicorn