Roommates With Benefits 12
Title: Roommates With Benefits 12
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 855
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 robinellen, who asked for more of Roommates With Benefits
Summary: Harry takes a walk on the dark side.
Harry held onto his pride and his pique until he exited the building. He drew in a deep breath, slouching a bit as he exhaled. Despite his parting shot to Draco, Harry had nowhere to go and no one to see. Perhaps a walk around the campus in the cool night air would clear his head.
Harry ambled along with no destination in mind. He passed other students, some singly, others in pairs, and a few small groups. One such group was being rather loud and boisterous for the lateness of the hour, and one bloke in particular seemed to have imbibed more liquid courage than his mates.
As they passed Harry on the green, the bold one taunted, "Ponce."
Apparently, word on campus got around rather quickly.
Harry didn't even slow down. He flicked his fingers at the mouthy one, hitting him with a hex designed to Vanish his kneecaps. The bloke collapsed, wailing at the damage that had been done to him.
Harry had no sympathy. He'd survived a bloody fucking war, won that war for prigs like this rude sod, and he had no qualms about reminding people just who he was and what he was capable of.
Ten minutes later, Harry found himself being escorted to the students' union building by security. They left him alone in a small office to cool his heels for some time, probably while arguing among themselves as to which of them was going to question him. Finally, two people joined Harry--one security officer and one uni official.
Harry denied any and all allegations, even surrendering his wand for a perfunctory Priori Incantatem. They had no proof he'd done anything, and Harry wasn't going to admit to it. Since he stuck to his story, they had no choice but to release him. Their decision was aided, no doubt, when items in the office began to crack and shatter, even as Harry remained calm and collected.
By the time he left the building, it was so late that it was early. Harry trudged back to his dorm. As he opened the door to the small room he shared with Draco, he hoped his roommate didn't have company. He'd kept a rather tight rein on his temper, but it was itching to be let loose, and Vanished kneecaps were the least of what Harry might do if he found a stranger in his room.
The room was dark. Harry turned to close the door quietly behind him, only to have it slammed with force from the hand that smacked into it.
"Where have you been?!"
Draco was so close that Harry could not only smell him, he could also feel the warmth of his body. He wanted to reach out and touch, but he was still bitter from the taunt of Ponce that had been tossed casually his way. Harry flipped on the light and shoved past Draco to slump on his bed.
"I was out," he muttered sullenly.
"Whoring it up with the chess team, were you?"
"No, I was being questioned by the uni's security."
Draco dropped onto his own bed, stared at Harry, and then declared, "You're having me on."
"No, I'm not."
"Why did security question you?"
"They believe I was involved in an altercation, which involved someone ending up in the infirmary."
"Were you involved?"
"Of course not," Harry lied.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "By that, you mean they couldn't prove it."
Harry couldn't contain the satisfied smirk that spread over his face.
"Or, they turned a blind eye to the Golden Boy Who Lived."
Harry's humor fizzled out. "Piss off," he snapped. He sat up, toed off his shoes and lay down again, back to his roommate. He didn't want to look at Draco, because looking at him made Harry want things that a non-ponce like himself shouldn't want.
"You've had a rough night, yeah?"
Harry's jaw tightened, but he resolutely kept his eyes closed. "I'm tired, Malfoy. Kindly shut your gob so I can get some sleep. I have class in less than three hours." Harry's eyes popped open when he felt his bed dip beneath Draco's weight.
"Sleep will come quicker if you come first," Draco murmured in Harry's ear, reaching to grope him through his jeans.
Harry sucked in his breath. He might not be bent, but he was a bloke, and what bloke wouldn't react to having a hand on his bits? Harry did try, but it was a feeble attempt at best. "I'm not...mm...in the mood."
"Liar," Draco whispered. His voice came from elsewhere this time, closer to Harry's midsection.
After that, the only noises were of Harry's zip lowering, the rustle of clothing being adjusted, and the sound of an enthusiastically performed blow job, punctuated with moans, whimpers and groans.
When it was over, Harry drifted in a boneless heap on his bed, spent cock dangling out of his jeans and pants, glasses hanging half off his face, and a blissed out smile curling his slack lips. He was dimly aware of his specs being removed and a blanket drawn up over him before he tumbled fully into dreams.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong sexual content
Word count: 855
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 robinellen, who asked for more of Roommates With Benefits
Summary: Harry takes a walk on the dark side.
Harry held onto his pride and his pique until he exited the building. He drew in a deep breath, slouching a bit as he exhaled. Despite his parting shot to Draco, Harry had nowhere to go and no one to see. Perhaps a walk around the campus in the cool night air would clear his head.
Harry ambled along with no destination in mind. He passed other students, some singly, others in pairs, and a few small groups. One such group was being rather loud and boisterous for the lateness of the hour, and one bloke in particular seemed to have imbibed more liquid courage than his mates.
As they passed Harry on the green, the bold one taunted, "Ponce."
Apparently, word on campus got around rather quickly.
Harry didn't even slow down. He flicked his fingers at the mouthy one, hitting him with a hex designed to Vanish his kneecaps. The bloke collapsed, wailing at the damage that had been done to him.
Harry had no sympathy. He'd survived a bloody fucking war, won that war for prigs like this rude sod, and he had no qualms about reminding people just who he was and what he was capable of.
Ten minutes later, Harry found himself being escorted to the students' union building by security. They left him alone in a small office to cool his heels for some time, probably while arguing among themselves as to which of them was going to question him. Finally, two people joined Harry--one security officer and one uni official.
Harry denied any and all allegations, even surrendering his wand for a perfunctory Priori Incantatem. They had no proof he'd done anything, and Harry wasn't going to admit to it. Since he stuck to his story, they had no choice but to release him. Their decision was aided, no doubt, when items in the office began to crack and shatter, even as Harry remained calm and collected.
By the time he left the building, it was so late that it was early. Harry trudged back to his dorm. As he opened the door to the small room he shared with Draco, he hoped his roommate didn't have company. He'd kept a rather tight rein on his temper, but it was itching to be let loose, and Vanished kneecaps were the least of what Harry might do if he found a stranger in his room.
The room was dark. Harry turned to close the door quietly behind him, only to have it slammed with force from the hand that smacked into it.
"Where have you been?!"
Draco was so close that Harry could not only smell him, he could also feel the warmth of his body. He wanted to reach out and touch, but he was still bitter from the taunt of Ponce that had been tossed casually his way. Harry flipped on the light and shoved past Draco to slump on his bed.
"I was out," he muttered sullenly.
"Whoring it up with the chess team, were you?"
"No, I was being questioned by the uni's security."
Draco dropped onto his own bed, stared at Harry, and then declared, "You're having me on."
"No, I'm not."
"Why did security question you?"
"They believe I was involved in an altercation, which involved someone ending up in the infirmary."
"Were you involved?"
"Of course not," Harry lied.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "By that, you mean they couldn't prove it."
Harry couldn't contain the satisfied smirk that spread over his face.
"Or, they turned a blind eye to the Golden Boy Who Lived."
Harry's humor fizzled out. "Piss off," he snapped. He sat up, toed off his shoes and lay down again, back to his roommate. He didn't want to look at Draco, because looking at him made Harry want things that a non-ponce like himself shouldn't want.
"You've had a rough night, yeah?"
Harry's jaw tightened, but he resolutely kept his eyes closed. "I'm tired, Malfoy. Kindly shut your gob so I can get some sleep. I have class in less than three hours." Harry's eyes popped open when he felt his bed dip beneath Draco's weight.
"Sleep will come quicker if you come first," Draco murmured in Harry's ear, reaching to grope him through his jeans.
Harry sucked in his breath. He might not be bent, but he was a bloke, and what bloke wouldn't react to having a hand on his bits? Harry did try, but it was a feeble attempt at best. "I'm not...mm...in the mood."
"Liar," Draco whispered. His voice came from elsewhere this time, closer to Harry's midsection.
After that, the only noises were of Harry's zip lowering, the rustle of clothing being adjusted, and the sound of an enthusiastically performed blow job, punctuated with moans, whimpers and groans.
When it was over, Harry drifted in a boneless heap on his bed, spent cock dangling out of his jeans and pants, glasses hanging half off his face, and a blissed out smile curling his slack lips. He was dimly aware of his specs being removed and a blanket drawn up over him before he tumbled fully into dreams.