Chemistry
Title: Chemistry
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Non-magical AU, strong suggestion, UST
Word count: 615
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 white_apple_ink, who asked for younger Harry lusting after older Draco
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 33 - photo prompt of holiday mugs
Never fear, I still plan to update Dragon Brew this month, also!
Summary: Harry reacts each time Professor Malfoy comes into the coffee shop.
Once there was a lull in customers, Harry stepped out from behind the counter of the college's coffee shop and began wiping down tables. He cast a glance at the clock on the wall. With luck, Professor Malfoy would come in at his usual time. Harry didn't have any classes with the older man, but it didn't stop him from lusting after Malfoy. It was unfortunate that Harry's major did not include any chemistry classes. The professor certainly got a reaction out of him.
By the time the clock reached 3:10, Harry was back behind the counter. He hadn't even laid eyes on Malfoy yet, and he was already sporting wood. The bells over the door jingled, and Harry nervously adjusted his glasses as Malfoy strode in. He was wearing an honest-to-god cloak over a pair of tailored black trousers, and there was an elegant scarf knotted at his throat and tucked into the cloak.
Harry nearly came on the spot.
"Good afternoon, Professor Malfoy," he said. "What can I get for you today?"
Please say a blowjob, please say a blowjob...
"I'll have my usual, Harry," said Malfoy.
"Certainly," chirped Harry. "Would you like it in one of our holiday mugs? Proceeds from the sale of the mugs go to the Fine Arts center."
"That would be splendid, Harry, thank you."
Harry turned away to prepare the professor's Cortado, pouring it into one of the mugs and making a quick design in the foam on top. If Malfoy noticed the design resembled an erect penis, he didn't say anything as he handed Harry payment.
Their fingers brushed as Harry accepted the bills, and a shiver danced down his spine and caused his cock to shimmy in his boxers. He dropped Malfoy's change into his outstretched hand, quivering again at the contact.
Professor Malfoy thanked Harry and then went to his favorite table in the corner. He unwound the scarf from his neck and removed his cloak.
Harry nearly swooned when he saw that Malfoy was wearing a gray button-up shirt with a striped tie. The shirt matched the color of his eyes, giving Harry hope. Surely, no straight man would bother to choose a shirt that matched his eyes? Malfoy wasn't married; Harry had furtively checked for a ring the first time the professor had come into the coffee shop.
Unable to keep his distance, Harry once more grabbed a cleaning cloth and began wiping down the tables. Each table brought him closer to the object of his lust. Here was a professor worthy of blowing for a better grade, and Harry wasn't in any of his courses, damn it.
He glanced over at Malfoy, only to see the professor meet his eyes and raise a brow. Caught, Harry tried to save face. "So, how is it? The Cortado, I mean."
"It's wonderful, Harry, thank you," Professor Malfoy replied. "You are a marvel at making this particular drink."
"I reckon it's a bit like chemistry, yeah?" Harry responded with a too-casual laugh. "Just the right mixture, you know?" He was babbling, and he needed to shut up.
"Hm, I suppose it is," said Malfoy. "Chemistry isn't quite so simple, however. It's much more...volatile."
He said that while staring straight at Harry, and Harry went from half-hard to full on, raging erection. Was the professor flirting with him? Could he find out without making an ass of himself? Oh god, what if he flirted back and Malfoy shut him down? Harry would be mortified. Harry settled for nodding his acknowledgment of the professor's comment before he scuttled back behind the counter to hide his hard-on.
There was certainly something to be said for chemistry.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Non-magical AU, strong suggestion, UST
Word count: 615
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 white_apple_ink, who asked for younger Harry lusting after older Draco
♦ hp_coffeehouse Prompt No. 33 - photo prompt of holiday mugs
Never fear, I still plan to update Dragon Brew this month, also!
Summary: Harry reacts each time Professor Malfoy comes into the coffee shop.
Once there was a lull in customers, Harry stepped out from behind the counter of the college's coffee shop and began wiping down tables. He cast a glance at the clock on the wall. With luck, Professor Malfoy would come in at his usual time. Harry didn't have any classes with the older man, but it didn't stop him from lusting after Malfoy. It was unfortunate that Harry's major did not include any chemistry classes. The professor certainly got a reaction out of him.
By the time the clock reached 3:10, Harry was back behind the counter. He hadn't even laid eyes on Malfoy yet, and he was already sporting wood. The bells over the door jingled, and Harry nervously adjusted his glasses as Malfoy strode in. He was wearing an honest-to-god cloak over a pair of tailored black trousers, and there was an elegant scarf knotted at his throat and tucked into the cloak.
Harry nearly came on the spot.
"Good afternoon, Professor Malfoy," he said. "What can I get for you today?"
Please say a blowjob, please say a blowjob...
"I'll have my usual, Harry," said Malfoy.
"Certainly," chirped Harry. "Would you like it in one of our holiday mugs? Proceeds from the sale of the mugs go to the Fine Arts center."
"That would be splendid, Harry, thank you."
Harry turned away to prepare the professor's Cortado, pouring it into one of the mugs and making a quick design in the foam on top. If Malfoy noticed the design resembled an erect penis, he didn't say anything as he handed Harry payment.
Their fingers brushed as Harry accepted the bills, and a shiver danced down his spine and caused his cock to shimmy in his boxers. He dropped Malfoy's change into his outstretched hand, quivering again at the contact.
Professor Malfoy thanked Harry and then went to his favorite table in the corner. He unwound the scarf from his neck and removed his cloak.
Harry nearly swooned when he saw that Malfoy was wearing a gray button-up shirt with a striped tie. The shirt matched the color of his eyes, giving Harry hope. Surely, no straight man would bother to choose a shirt that matched his eyes? Malfoy wasn't married; Harry had furtively checked for a ring the first time the professor had come into the coffee shop.
Unable to keep his distance, Harry once more grabbed a cleaning cloth and began wiping down the tables. Each table brought him closer to the object of his lust. Here was a professor worthy of blowing for a better grade, and Harry wasn't in any of his courses, damn it.
He glanced over at Malfoy, only to see the professor meet his eyes and raise a brow. Caught, Harry tried to save face. "So, how is it? The Cortado, I mean."
"It's wonderful, Harry, thank you," Professor Malfoy replied. "You are a marvel at making this particular drink."
"I reckon it's a bit like chemistry, yeah?" Harry responded with a too-casual laugh. "Just the right mixture, you know?" He was babbling, and he needed to shut up.
"Hm, I suppose it is," said Malfoy. "Chemistry isn't quite so simple, however. It's much more...volatile."
He said that while staring straight at Harry, and Harry went from half-hard to full on, raging erection. Was the professor flirting with him? Could he find out without making an ass of himself? Oh god, what if he flirted back and Malfoy shut him down? Harry would be mortified. Harry settled for nodding his acknowledgment of the professor's comment before he scuttled back behind the counter to hide his hard-on.
There was certainly something to be said for chemistry.