Title: Sexy Slytherin Serpent
Author:
enchanted_jaeCharacters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexy times
Word count: 600
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for
geinahop with the prompts snark, Slytherin!Harry, parseltongue. This is a sequel to
Stroppy Slytherin Snake, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Harry uses Slytherin wiles to get his way.
There were dozens of ways Harry could think of to spend a Saturday evening, and meeting Draco's friends for dinner in London wasn't one of them. As he considered how best to avoid the situation, time ran out.
"Harry! Why aren't you dressed yet?"
Harry turned to see Draco glaring at him from the doorway of the lounge. "I'm dressed," he said, indicating his jumper and jeans with a wave of his hand.
Draco's expression went from annoyed to irate in the blink of an eye. "You are not dressed for dinner," he bit out. "We need to leave in fifteen minutes."
Harry's jaw jutted forward. "I don't want to go."
"Really?" Draco drawled. "I never would have guessed." He then fisted his hands on his hips and said, "Get dressed now."
Harry switched tactics. "Ssstay with me," he hissed in Parseltongue.
Draco's face gave nothing away, but he shifted his weight and tried to remain firm. "Harry, I do not have time for your nonsense," he said, voice gone slightly breathy.
"That'ssss not what you sssaid lassst night."
Draco cleared his throat. "Dinner," he said.
Harry sensed he was on the verge of victory. "Let'sss have sssex."
Draco moaned, swayed, and disappeared.
Harry stood up and moved carefully through the lounge, mindful of where he stepped. He found Draco on the floor, his bright green body in a coil, forked tongue flicking out as Harry approached. Harry bent and extended his hand, and Draco slithered up his arm, body winding around Harry's arm as he did so.
Harry brought Draco up to eye level and smirked at him. "Hasss my sssexy sssnake talk inssspired you?"
Draco's tongue flicked out rapidly. Harry continued speaking to him in Parseltongue as he carried Draco upstairs to their bedroom. He set Draco gently on the bed and stood up, reaching for the hem of his jumper.
"Are we ssstaying in?" Harry asked.
Draco's body blurred and resumed his human form. "Shag first, dinner after," he insisted.
Harry was game. He doubted Draco would have the energy to venture out after a round of energetic sex. Harry tugged his jumper up, revealing his taut stomach, had the presence of mind to remove his glasses, then yanked his jumper off the rest of the way. Draco was busy kicking off his shoes and socks. When they were both naked, Harry pounced on the bed, draping himself over Draco lest a belated escape attempt be in the offing.
"Harry, I am...mm, yes...quite cross with you."
"Allow me to make it up to you," Harry murmured. He slid slowly down Draco's body, trailing kisses as he went. When he reached Draco's groin, Harry switched back to Parseltongue.
"Greetingsss, troussser sssnake."
Draco's breath caught. "Suck it, Harry," he moaned.
"Asssk me nicccely."
"Please," Draco panted, as if he'd understood.
Harry rewarded him with a very snake-like flick of his tongue. Draco jolted and clutched the duvet in both fists. Harry grinned and took him in.
"You took advantage of me." Draco's words would have carried more weight had he not yawned after saying them.
Harry felt compelled to yawn as well. "You love it when I take advantage of you," he said, drawing the duvet up to cover them both.
"My friends will kill us," Draco mumbled, snuggling into the warm cocoon.
"Just blame our absence on me and my inability to keep my hands off of you," Harry suggested. When Draco didn't respond with his usual snark, Harry bent his head to peer at him. Draco was sound asleep.
Harry smiled, kissed Draco's temple, and whispered, "Pleasssant dreamsss."