On Again
Title: On Again
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST, mention of sexual activity
Word count: 1025
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 kikimay, using the prompts riding, pale, memorable
Summary: Harry reprioritizes his life.
Harry soared through the night sky, enjoying the cool, fresh air. Clouds were minimal, allowing the stars to shine brightly above him. Below, lights from dwellings mimicked the stars in the sky. It was as if there was nothing but Harry, his broom, the sky, and the stars. It was magical--both literally and figuratively.
Flying for the sheer joy of it was brilliant, and Harry wanted more time for it. More time for many things, actually, such as a relationship. He'd tried, but the results had been less than stellar. He and Ginny fizzled out when Harry realized he just wasn't interested in tits, then there had been that clingy moron, Terrance. Most recently, Harry had tried with Draco Malfoy.
Mm...Malfoy
Just the thought of his flashing eyes, and those lips that could pout, sneer, smirk, and wrap around his cock were enough to give Harry wood. He shifted on his broom, but the ache remained. The image of Malfoy's pale hair, and the sensation of it brushing Harry's thighs when he went down on him...
Harry groaned. Thinking about thighs brought to mind the sheer, carnal delights to be found when he was riding between Malfoy's thighs, pounding him into the mattress or banging him over the table.
Harry firmed his jaw and turned his broom around. He was going to pay Malfoy a visit. Tonight.
~*~
Harry came to a smooth landing on the veranda outside of Malfoy's bedroom. He leaned his broom against the balcony, then turned and knocked politely on the French door. Harry waited, but there was no response. He rapped again, louder this time.
Another long moment passed before the door opened. The tip of Malfoy's wand appeared, while he remained in shadow.
"Potter? What do you want?"
"Let me in, Malfoy."
"Are you asking me to let you come inside, or are you asking me to let you come inside?"
"Both," Harry admitted.
"Get lost, Potter."
"Don't be cruel, Malfoy," Harry cajoled. "It's cold out here--"
"No, it isn't."
"...and I've missed you."
Malfoy snorted in derision. "Missed the sex, you mean."
"Well, yeah..."
"Your place in my bed has been taken," said Malfoy. "Good night, and good bye." He withdrew his wand and started to close the door.
Harry jammed his hand into the opening, wincing when his fingers got pinched. He shoved the door open and barged inside. "Where is he?!" snarled Harry. "I'll--"
Meow?
"...hex him, and...Wait. You replaced me with a cat?"
"Unlike you, he doesn't snore."
Harry hovered between amusement and aggravation.
"Look, Potter," Malfoy said, drawing his wrap more firmly around himself. "We tried, and it didn't work out. I am not going to fall back and open my legs any time you're in the mood to fuck. Find someone else, and let me find someone else, and we'll all live happily ever after. Yay."
Aggravation surged to the fore. "I don't want anyone else," Harry growled. 'I want you."
"You want to be a star Seeker more," said Malfoy. "I can accept that, but I deserve better than an on-again-off-again relationship. You come here when you have a hard-on, then you're off again to play Quidditch. I want someone who will be here every night. And, every morning."
"So you got a cat?!"
"Please leave."
Harry turned his back on Malfoy as he sought to regain his composure. He raked a frustrated hand through his hair, then turned around again. "I've had an epiphany."
"Splendid. I'll read about it in the paper tomorrow."
"It involves you," Harry gritted.
"Oh, goodie."
"Would you please listen?"
Meow?
"Stay out of it," Harry snapped at the cat.
"Don't be mean to Hubie."
"Hubie?"
"My cat."
Harry blinked a few times, wondering how this night had gotten so surreal. He sighed and tried again. "Playing Quidditch has lost its appeal--"
"Who are you, and what have you done with Harry Potter?!"
"...and I would...Malfoy, please be serious for a moment!" Harry barked.
A hint of a smirk curled Malfoy's lips, and Harry's blood rushed south. He had to say what he needed to before he lost his conversational skills. "I plan to retire at the end of this season and look into becoming a talent scout."
"What?!" gasped Malfoy. "But, but that's absurd! You're at the prime of your career!"
Harry waved off the protest. "Yeah, I've had a memorable run, and what better time to retire, than when I'm still on top?" The thought of being on top diverted more of his blood supply.
"But, what about your fans?" asked Malfoy.
"Sod the fans!" snapped Harry. "I've already sacrificed a lot to make them happy, and now I want to do something that makes me happy."
Malfoy quirked a brow. "Such as?"
"You."
"You want to do me?"
"Yes...no...That's not what I meant!" Harry replied. "You make me happy, and I'd like to spend more time with you. That is, if Hubie will allow it."
Meow?
"Don't I have a say in the matter?"
"Only if you say yes."
"Hm."
Harry began to fret. "That's not a yes," he pointed out.
"Nor is it a no."
...
When Harry could stand it no longer, he blurted, "How long do you intend to make me wait?!"
Malfoy snickered, and Harry snapped. He crossed to Malfoy in two quick strides and hauled him into a passionate kiss. It was full of longing and desire and irritation, and Malfoy gave as good as he got. Eventually, Harry had to breathe, and he lifted his head and sucked in air.
"You can't kiss me into submission," Malfoy puffed.
"Can I shag you into submission?"
"Hm..."
"Give me a chance," Harry pleaded. "Give us a chance."
Malfoy stared into his eyes, and Harry stared back, letting him see how serious he was. Malfoy must have liked what he saw; he grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and dragged him back until they fell across the bed.
Meow!
"Sorry, Hubie," Harry muttered as the cat sprang from the bed.
"Potter, shut up and convince me."
"Gladly," muttered Harry. And he proceeded to do just that.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): UST, mention of sexual activity
Word count: 1025
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 kikimay, using the prompts riding, pale, memorable
Summary: Harry reprioritizes his life.
Harry soared through the night sky, enjoying the cool, fresh air. Clouds were minimal, allowing the stars to shine brightly above him. Below, lights from dwellings mimicked the stars in the sky. It was as if there was nothing but Harry, his broom, the sky, and the stars. It was magical--both literally and figuratively.
Flying for the sheer joy of it was brilliant, and Harry wanted more time for it. More time for many things, actually, such as a relationship. He'd tried, but the results had been less than stellar. He and Ginny fizzled out when Harry realized he just wasn't interested in tits, then there had been that clingy moron, Terrance. Most recently, Harry had tried with Draco Malfoy.
Mm...Malfoy
Just the thought of his flashing eyes, and those lips that could pout, sneer, smirk, and wrap around his cock were enough to give Harry wood. He shifted on his broom, but the ache remained. The image of Malfoy's pale hair, and the sensation of it brushing Harry's thighs when he went down on him...
Harry groaned. Thinking about thighs brought to mind the sheer, carnal delights to be found when he was riding between Malfoy's thighs, pounding him into the mattress or banging him over the table.
Harry firmed his jaw and turned his broom around. He was going to pay Malfoy a visit. Tonight.
~*~
Harry came to a smooth landing on the veranda outside of Malfoy's bedroom. He leaned his broom against the balcony, then turned and knocked politely on the French door. Harry waited, but there was no response. He rapped again, louder this time.
Another long moment passed before the door opened. The tip of Malfoy's wand appeared, while he remained in shadow.
"Potter? What do you want?"
"Let me in, Malfoy."
"Are you asking me to let you come inside, or are you asking me to let you come inside?"
"Both," Harry admitted.
"Get lost, Potter."
"Don't be cruel, Malfoy," Harry cajoled. "It's cold out here--"
"No, it isn't."
"...and I've missed you."
Malfoy snorted in derision. "Missed the sex, you mean."
"Well, yeah..."
"Your place in my bed has been taken," said Malfoy. "Good night, and good bye." He withdrew his wand and started to close the door.
Harry jammed his hand into the opening, wincing when his fingers got pinched. He shoved the door open and barged inside. "Where is he?!" snarled Harry. "I'll--"
Meow?
"...hex him, and...Wait. You replaced me with a cat?"
"Unlike you, he doesn't snore."
Harry hovered between amusement and aggravation.
"Look, Potter," Malfoy said, drawing his wrap more firmly around himself. "We tried, and it didn't work out. I am not going to fall back and open my legs any time you're in the mood to fuck. Find someone else, and let me find someone else, and we'll all live happily ever after. Yay."
Aggravation surged to the fore. "I don't want anyone else," Harry growled. 'I want you."
"You want to be a star Seeker more," said Malfoy. "I can accept that, but I deserve better than an on-again-off-again relationship. You come here when you have a hard-on, then you're off again to play Quidditch. I want someone who will be here every night. And, every morning."
"So you got a cat?!"
"Please leave."
Harry turned his back on Malfoy as he sought to regain his composure. He raked a frustrated hand through his hair, then turned around again. "I've had an epiphany."
"Splendid. I'll read about it in the paper tomorrow."
"It involves you," Harry gritted.
"Oh, goodie."
"Would you please listen?"
Meow?
"Stay out of it," Harry snapped at the cat.
"Don't be mean to Hubie."
"Hubie?"
"My cat."
Harry blinked a few times, wondering how this night had gotten so surreal. He sighed and tried again. "Playing Quidditch has lost its appeal--"
"Who are you, and what have you done with Harry Potter?!"
"...and I would...Malfoy, please be serious for a moment!" Harry barked.
A hint of a smirk curled Malfoy's lips, and Harry's blood rushed south. He had to say what he needed to before he lost his conversational skills. "I plan to retire at the end of this season and look into becoming a talent scout."
"What?!" gasped Malfoy. "But, but that's absurd! You're at the prime of your career!"
Harry waved off the protest. "Yeah, I've had a memorable run, and what better time to retire, than when I'm still on top?" The thought of being on top diverted more of his blood supply.
"But, what about your fans?" asked Malfoy.
"Sod the fans!" snapped Harry. "I've already sacrificed a lot to make them happy, and now I want to do something that makes me happy."
Malfoy quirked a brow. "Such as?"
"You."
"You want to do me?"
"Yes...no...That's not what I meant!" Harry replied. "You make me happy, and I'd like to spend more time with you. That is, if Hubie will allow it."
Meow?
"Don't I have a say in the matter?"
"Only if you say yes."
"Hm."
Harry began to fret. "That's not a yes," he pointed out.
"Nor is it a no."
...
When Harry could stand it no longer, he blurted, "How long do you intend to make me wait?!"
Malfoy snickered, and Harry snapped. He crossed to Malfoy in two quick strides and hauled him into a passionate kiss. It was full of longing and desire and irritation, and Malfoy gave as good as he got. Eventually, Harry had to breathe, and he lifted his head and sucked in air.
"You can't kiss me into submission," Malfoy puffed.
"Can I shag you into submission?"
"Hm..."
"Give me a chance," Harry pleaded. "Give us a chance."
Malfoy stared into his eyes, and Harry stared back, letting him see how serious he was. Malfoy must have liked what he saw; he grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and dragged him back until they fell across the bed.
Meow!
"Sorry, Hubie," Harry muttered as the cat sprang from the bed.
"Potter, shut up and convince me."
"Gladly," muttered Harry. And he proceeded to do just that.