Winging It 6
Title: Winging It 6
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Hermione, ocs
Word Count: 1355
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-magical AU, age-disparity (Draco is approximately nine years older than Harry)
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Belated birthday gift for dayday1223, who requested more of Winging It
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 71 - Wing it Of course, I had to use it with this verse!
Summary: Draco sells, buys, and celebrates with a shag.
Draco stared in wonder at the pouch full of Muggle coins he now had in his possession. "Thank you, Hermione," he said, glancing up at her. He then admitted, "I don't know much about Muggle money, but this seems like a lot."
She smiled and replied, "It's quite a tidy sum, Draco. Have fun spending it."
He grinned back at her. "I'm glad you bargained for me," he said. "If I had to wing it, I probably wouldn't have gotten half as much."
Hermione squeezed his hand. "You deserve it. I know you wanted to get Harry a gift, but make sure you buy something for yourself, as well. There's no telling how long it may be before you make a return trip to the mainland."
Draco nodded and bade her goodbye. He knew Hermione would be spending some time with Ron, and Draco was determined to dicker on his own, now that he'd seen Hermione in action. For his first purchase, he wanted to get something for Harry. Draco walked across the wide pathway between shops and entered one that sold leather goods. He paused once the door closed behind him and drew in an appreciative sniff.
The shopkeep, a robust, older woman, squinted when she saw him. "Ye one of them dragon riders?" she asked.
"Yes, I am," Draco confirmed, wondering if he wasn't welcome.
The woman smiled. "It's an honor to have ye here," she said. "Ye looking for something in particular?"
Draco's shoulders relaxed, and he nodded. "I'd like to get a new belt for my par--er, for my tunic," he improvised quickly.
She waved to a display of belts on the back wall. "Here ye go."
Draco thanked her and walked back to look at her wares. The belts were of good quality, most of them mundane brown, but Draco saw a few black ones. The belt that caught his attention, however, was dyed a deep, dark green. It reminded him of Harry's eyes, which both pleased and embarrassed him. Nevertheless, Draco was determined to buy it. His heart raced with anticipation, but he strove for nonchalance as he asked how much the belt would cost.
The shopkeep named a price, and Draco immediately shook his head. "Oh no, that's far too much," he said. "Perhaps I can have a belt made for me back in Hogsmeade."
"Now, don't be so hasty," said the woman, and she named a lower price. She and Draco negotiated back and forth until they settled on a sum. The woman seemed happy, and Draco was pleased to see he still had most of his Muggle coins left.
The shopkeep wrapped the belt in a square of oilskin for him, and Draco stepped back outside. Two doors down was a scrivener's shop, and Draco was drawn inside. Once again, he paused as soon as he crossed the threshold, and his eyes lit up at the array of quills and parchment. One entire wall of the shop contained shelves of books, and Draco was drawn to them like a pixie moth to a flame.
"Ye like reading, son?" asked the old man who stepped out from behind the counter.
"Oh, yes," Draco answered with a smile. He brushed reverent fingers over the spines of the books, wishing he could spend all day here...several days, in fact.
"Ye're here to parlay about foster children, yeah?"
"Yes, I'm part of the contingent from Hogsmeade," said Draco.
"'Twere another young dragon rider who promised to petition yer leader," said the man. "I traded him a book fer it, and I'm right glad to see he kept his end of the bargain."
"Harry is a very honorable man, sir," Draco felt obliged to point out.
The man nodded. "Never met a dragonman who weren't. Ye looking fer a book?"
Draco sighed ruefully. "I don't think I've the funds to purchase a book today," he said. "Some day, I hope to create one of my own, containing information about the medicinal plants on the island," he added. "The book Harry brought back gave me the idea."
"Well then, I have jest the thing," said the man. "Got some empty journals behind the counter. They're already bound in calf hide, but the parchment in 'em is blank. Come have a look."
By the time Draco left the shop, he'd purchased a blank journal for himself, along with two lovely quills, which he planned to give to his mum and to Hermione. He was most pleased, however, with the small children's book that the shopkeep had sold him for what seemed a paltry sum to Draco. The book was a made-up story about dragons, and it was beautifully illustrated with painted drawings of dragons in flight. Draco had nearly gasped at one such rendering, because it reminded him so strongly of Salzaria. He suspected the old man had taken a loss on the little volume, in thanks for Harry and the dragon riders keeping their bargain. Draco resolved to put in a good word for the man's grandson. With luck, the boy would be among the first of the fosterlings in Hogsmeade.
Draco returned to the inn, then struggled to access his room with the baffling key-in-lock system that Muggles used. Once he gained entry, he stashed his acquisitions in his bag, washed up with the basin of water, and lay down on his elevated pallet. Draco was feeling knackered, and he hoped he wouldn't accidentally roll over and fall on the floor. That was his last thought before he drifted to sleep.
~*~
Draco flailed awake when he felt the pallet dip beneath him. Harry was seated at the edge of the pallet, and he greeted Draco with a hoot of laughter.
"Tosser," grumbled Draco, sitting up and punching his partner on the arm. "Is it time for dinner?"
"Not quite yet," replied Harry. He leaned close, crowding Draco and compelling him to lie back down. "We have time for a quick shag."
Draco wasn't feeling randy at the moment, but he didn't protest, other than to say, "Make it quick, then."
Harry laughed again and got busy divesting them of their clothing. He'd brought a small jar of oil with him, the randy goat, and he urged Draco onto his fours. Draco gritted his teeth when Harry penetrated him, then he exhaled and concentrated on relaxing.
"Alright there?"
"Mm."
Harry began to move, and Draco was once again mortified by how the elevated pallet creaked beneath them. His body responded to the sexual stimulation, and when Harry reached around, his fingers closed over Draco's erection. His palm was still slick with oil, and he used it to stroke Draco's length up and down.
When they were finished, they lay together in a tangle of slack limbs.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" asked Harry, ending on a satisfied yawn.
"I enjoyed myself all over your hand, didn't I?"
Harry laughed and slapped Draco's bare thigh. "I meant, during your adventures in the village, you slag."
Draco's face grew warm. "Oh."
"Hermione said you sold your Lumos soap for a good price."
"Hermione sold my soap for a good price," Draco admitted. "I wouldn't have done so well, if not for her help."
"She's a marvel," agreed Harry. He sat up and stretched.
Draco's eyes were drawn to the muscles that played across his partner's back, and his cock reacted with a twitch of interest. He sat up quickly, silently cursing Harry's terrible influence on him.
Harry stood and gathered his scattered clothing. He headed for the door that connected his room to Draco's before he paused and turned back. "We have half an hour before dinner with the Muggles," he said.
Draco nodded and waited until the door closed behind Harry before he slid off the pallet. He waited until he was sure his legs would hold him, then returned to the basin of water to wash up again. Draco tried to muster some annoyance for Harry's insatiable libido, but he was too excited about the evening ahead to care. At last, he would be meeting to parlay with Muggles, in hopes of bringing great changes to Hogsmeade.
Winging It 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco, Hermione, ocs
Word Count: 1355
Rating: R
Warnings: Non-magical AU, age-disparity (Draco is approximately nine years older than Harry)
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Belated birthday gift for dayday1223, who requested more of Winging It
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 71 - Wing it Of course, I had to use it with this verse!
Summary: Draco sells, buys, and celebrates with a shag.
Draco stared in wonder at the pouch full of Muggle coins he now had in his possession. "Thank you, Hermione," he said, glancing up at her. He then admitted, "I don't know much about Muggle money, but this seems like a lot."
She smiled and replied, "It's quite a tidy sum, Draco. Have fun spending it."
He grinned back at her. "I'm glad you bargained for me," he said. "If I had to wing it, I probably wouldn't have gotten half as much."
Hermione squeezed his hand. "You deserve it. I know you wanted to get Harry a gift, but make sure you buy something for yourself, as well. There's no telling how long it may be before you make a return trip to the mainland."
Draco nodded and bade her goodbye. He knew Hermione would be spending some time with Ron, and Draco was determined to dicker on his own, now that he'd seen Hermione in action. For his first purchase, he wanted to get something for Harry. Draco walked across the wide pathway between shops and entered one that sold leather goods. He paused once the door closed behind him and drew in an appreciative sniff.
The shopkeep, a robust, older woman, squinted when she saw him. "Ye one of them dragon riders?" she asked.
"Yes, I am," Draco confirmed, wondering if he wasn't welcome.
The woman smiled. "It's an honor to have ye here," she said. "Ye looking for something in particular?"
Draco's shoulders relaxed, and he nodded. "I'd like to get a new belt for my par--er, for my tunic," he improvised quickly.
She waved to a display of belts on the back wall. "Here ye go."
Draco thanked her and walked back to look at her wares. The belts were of good quality, most of them mundane brown, but Draco saw a few black ones. The belt that caught his attention, however, was dyed a deep, dark green. It reminded him of Harry's eyes, which both pleased and embarrassed him. Nevertheless, Draco was determined to buy it. His heart raced with anticipation, but he strove for nonchalance as he asked how much the belt would cost.
The shopkeep named a price, and Draco immediately shook his head. "Oh no, that's far too much," he said. "Perhaps I can have a belt made for me back in Hogsmeade."
"Now, don't be so hasty," said the woman, and she named a lower price. She and Draco negotiated back and forth until they settled on a sum. The woman seemed happy, and Draco was pleased to see he still had most of his Muggle coins left.
The shopkeep wrapped the belt in a square of oilskin for him, and Draco stepped back outside. Two doors down was a scrivener's shop, and Draco was drawn inside. Once again, he paused as soon as he crossed the threshold, and his eyes lit up at the array of quills and parchment. One entire wall of the shop contained shelves of books, and Draco was drawn to them like a pixie moth to a flame.
"Ye like reading, son?" asked the old man who stepped out from behind the counter.
"Oh, yes," Draco answered with a smile. He brushed reverent fingers over the spines of the books, wishing he could spend all day here...several days, in fact.
"Ye're here to parlay about foster children, yeah?"
"Yes, I'm part of the contingent from Hogsmeade," said Draco.
"'Twere another young dragon rider who promised to petition yer leader," said the man. "I traded him a book fer it, and I'm right glad to see he kept his end of the bargain."
"Harry is a very honorable man, sir," Draco felt obliged to point out.
The man nodded. "Never met a dragonman who weren't. Ye looking fer a book?"
Draco sighed ruefully. "I don't think I've the funds to purchase a book today," he said. "Some day, I hope to create one of my own, containing information about the medicinal plants on the island," he added. "The book Harry brought back gave me the idea."
"Well then, I have jest the thing," said the man. "Got some empty journals behind the counter. They're already bound in calf hide, but the parchment in 'em is blank. Come have a look."
By the time Draco left the shop, he'd purchased a blank journal for himself, along with two lovely quills, which he planned to give to his mum and to Hermione. He was most pleased, however, with the small children's book that the shopkeep had sold him for what seemed a paltry sum to Draco. The book was a made-up story about dragons, and it was beautifully illustrated with painted drawings of dragons in flight. Draco had nearly gasped at one such rendering, because it reminded him so strongly of Salzaria. He suspected the old man had taken a loss on the little volume, in thanks for Harry and the dragon riders keeping their bargain. Draco resolved to put in a good word for the man's grandson. With luck, the boy would be among the first of the fosterlings in Hogsmeade.
Draco returned to the inn, then struggled to access his room with the baffling key-in-lock system that Muggles used. Once he gained entry, he stashed his acquisitions in his bag, washed up with the basin of water, and lay down on his elevated pallet. Draco was feeling knackered, and he hoped he wouldn't accidentally roll over and fall on the floor. That was his last thought before he drifted to sleep.
~*~
Draco flailed awake when he felt the pallet dip beneath him. Harry was seated at the edge of the pallet, and he greeted Draco with a hoot of laughter.
"Tosser," grumbled Draco, sitting up and punching his partner on the arm. "Is it time for dinner?"
"Not quite yet," replied Harry. He leaned close, crowding Draco and compelling him to lie back down. "We have time for a quick shag."
Draco wasn't feeling randy at the moment, but he didn't protest, other than to say, "Make it quick, then."
Harry laughed again and got busy divesting them of their clothing. He'd brought a small jar of oil with him, the randy goat, and he urged Draco onto his fours. Draco gritted his teeth when Harry penetrated him, then he exhaled and concentrated on relaxing.
"Alright there?"
"Mm."
Harry began to move, and Draco was once again mortified by how the elevated pallet creaked beneath them. His body responded to the sexual stimulation, and when Harry reached around, his fingers closed over Draco's erection. His palm was still slick with oil, and he used it to stroke Draco's length up and down.
When they were finished, they lay together in a tangle of slack limbs.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" asked Harry, ending on a satisfied yawn.
"I enjoyed myself all over your hand, didn't I?"
Harry laughed and slapped Draco's bare thigh. "I meant, during your adventures in the village, you slag."
Draco's face grew warm. "Oh."
"Hermione said you sold your Lumos soap for a good price."
"Hermione sold my soap for a good price," Draco admitted. "I wouldn't have done so well, if not for her help."
"She's a marvel," agreed Harry. He sat up and stretched.
Draco's eyes were drawn to the muscles that played across his partner's back, and his cock reacted with a twitch of interest. He sat up quickly, silently cursing Harry's terrible influence on him.
Harry stood and gathered his scattered clothing. He headed for the door that connected his room to Draco's before he paused and turned back. "We have half an hour before dinner with the Muggles," he said.
Draco nodded and waited until the door closed behind Harry before he slid off the pallet. He waited until he was sure his legs would hold him, then returned to the basin of water to wash up again. Draco tried to muster some annoyance for Harry's insatiable libido, but he was too excited about the evening ahead to care. At last, he would be meeting to parlay with Muggles, in hopes of bringing great changes to Hogsmeade.
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