The Dangers of Dating a Slytherin
Title: The Dangers of Dating a Slytherin
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 710
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 malefantasy, using the prompts college, secrets, hidden relationship
Summary: Harry is shagging a Slytherin on the sly.
When Harry chose to go to a Muggle college in the States after leaving Hogwarts, he didn't anticipate meeting anyone he knew, let alone Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, however, seemed different. Less arrogant and aloof, more carefree and relaxed. Harry reckoned Malfoy had made his way to the U.S. for the same reason he'd done so--to put the war behind him.
They had two classes together, and Harry found himself spending time with Malfoy outside of their shared classes. It was nice to sit and converse with someone whom Harry didn't have to guard his words around. Malfoy was a wizard, and he knew what Harry had gone through.
As a result of their new camaraderie, it didn't take long before Harry and Malfoy took their budding friendship to the next level. It began as a matter of convenience, but Harry had begun to look forward to the few nights a week they spent together, and he grew fonder of Malfoy as the weeks went by.
Harry didn't mention it when he wrote to his friends back home, nor when he spoke to Hermione on his cell. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his fledgling relationship so much as he didn't want to deal with the interrogation he was sure his friends would subject him to.
Harry signed the letter he was about to mail to Ron and Hermione. As he folded it, arms draped over his shoulders from behind, and Malfoy's breath fanned his ear.
"Did you tell them you're having a scandalous affair with an enemy turned lover?"
Harry shivered, both from Malfoy's warm breath and his naughty words. "Are you mad? They'd be here as soon as they procured a Portkey."
Malfoy moved to sit in the chair beside Harry's. "Ugh."
"Yes, ugh." Harry smoothed the letter and stuffed it in an envelope. "I did mention there's a good-looking bloke in my World History class."
"The fit blond with the gray eyes?"
"Mm, yes, that's the one," said Harry. He pushed the envelope aside, cupped Malfoy's jaw, and kissed him. As things quickly grew more heated, Harry shoved his chair back, took Malfoy's hand, and led him back to the bedroom.
~*~
It was somewhat difficult to breathe with Malfoy draped across his chest, but Harry was far too comfortable to move. He carded his hands through fine blond hair, getting a sleepy snuffle in response.
"What about you?" Harry asked, voice rough and slow. "Have you told your mum you're shagging The Boy Who Lived?"
"That could go one of two ways," said Malfoy. He yawned before continuing. "Either Mum would start planning our bonding ceremony, or else Father would be recruiting an assassin from within the walls of Azkaban."
"Hm," mused Harry. "Murder or marriage. Which would you choose?"
"They're one and the same, aren't they? Ouch!"
Harry grinned and released the strand of hair he'd tugged. "It's best we make our way through uni before worrying about any life-altering or ending decisions."
Malfoy lifted his head to smirk down at Harry. "Keeping secrets, Potter?" he teased.
"Keeping my sanity," Harry countered. "Are you okay with keeping this between us?"
"Hm, I suspect that silly bint, Miss Applegate from our geology class, knows. She kept flirting with me until the day I kissed you as we were leaving class before heading off in opposite directions."
"Ah, and here I thought you simply found me irresistible," said Harry.
"I'm a Slytherin, Potter," said Malfoy. "Everything I do is calculated."
"Such as shagging me?"
Malfoy nodded. "Calculated for maximum enjoyment."
Harry squeezed Malfoy's bum. "The dangers of dating a Slytherin."
"We aren't exactly dating," Malfoy pointed out.
"That's easily fixed," said Harry. His pulse quickened in excitement and fear. Malfoy could turn him down, after all. "Why don't I treat you to dinner tomorrow night?"
Malfoy took a long moment to respond, either considering it or simply making Harry sweat. "I want to go somewhere off-campus," he said. "Somewhere nice."
Harry grinned in relief. "Nice, yeah. I can do nice."
"There's just one thing, Potter. I don't put out on a first date."
"Git," growled Harry, lunging up to roll Malfoy beneath him. "I reckon I'll have to shag you now then, before our first date."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 710
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 malefantasy, using the prompts college, secrets, hidden relationship
Summary: Harry is shagging a Slytherin on the sly.
When Harry chose to go to a Muggle college in the States after leaving Hogwarts, he didn't anticipate meeting anyone he knew, let alone Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, however, seemed different. Less arrogant and aloof, more carefree and relaxed. Harry reckoned Malfoy had made his way to the U.S. for the same reason he'd done so--to put the war behind him.
They had two classes together, and Harry found himself spending time with Malfoy outside of their shared classes. It was nice to sit and converse with someone whom Harry didn't have to guard his words around. Malfoy was a wizard, and he knew what Harry had gone through.
As a result of their new camaraderie, it didn't take long before Harry and Malfoy took their budding friendship to the next level. It began as a matter of convenience, but Harry had begun to look forward to the few nights a week they spent together, and he grew fonder of Malfoy as the weeks went by.
Harry didn't mention it when he wrote to his friends back home, nor when he spoke to Hermione on his cell. It wasn't that he was ashamed of his fledgling relationship so much as he didn't want to deal with the interrogation he was sure his friends would subject him to.
Harry signed the letter he was about to mail to Ron and Hermione. As he folded it, arms draped over his shoulders from behind, and Malfoy's breath fanned his ear.
"Did you tell them you're having a scandalous affair with an enemy turned lover?"
Harry shivered, both from Malfoy's warm breath and his naughty words. "Are you mad? They'd be here as soon as they procured a Portkey."
Malfoy moved to sit in the chair beside Harry's. "Ugh."
"Yes, ugh." Harry smoothed the letter and stuffed it in an envelope. "I did mention there's a good-looking bloke in my World History class."
"The fit blond with the gray eyes?"
"Mm, yes, that's the one," said Harry. He pushed the envelope aside, cupped Malfoy's jaw, and kissed him. As things quickly grew more heated, Harry shoved his chair back, took Malfoy's hand, and led him back to the bedroom.
~*~
It was somewhat difficult to breathe with Malfoy draped across his chest, but Harry was far too comfortable to move. He carded his hands through fine blond hair, getting a sleepy snuffle in response.
"What about you?" Harry asked, voice rough and slow. "Have you told your mum you're shagging The Boy Who Lived?"
"That could go one of two ways," said Malfoy. He yawned before continuing. "Either Mum would start planning our bonding ceremony, or else Father would be recruiting an assassin from within the walls of Azkaban."
"Hm," mused Harry. "Murder or marriage. Which would you choose?"
"They're one and the same, aren't they? Ouch!"
Harry grinned and released the strand of hair he'd tugged. "It's best we make our way through uni before worrying about any life-altering or ending decisions."
Malfoy lifted his head to smirk down at Harry. "Keeping secrets, Potter?" he teased.
"Keeping my sanity," Harry countered. "Are you okay with keeping this between us?"
"Hm, I suspect that silly bint, Miss Applegate from our geology class, knows. She kept flirting with me until the day I kissed you as we were leaving class before heading off in opposite directions."
"Ah, and here I thought you simply found me irresistible," said Harry.
"I'm a Slytherin, Potter," said Malfoy. "Everything I do is calculated."
"Such as shagging me?"
Malfoy nodded. "Calculated for maximum enjoyment."
Harry squeezed Malfoy's bum. "The dangers of dating a Slytherin."
"We aren't exactly dating," Malfoy pointed out.
"That's easily fixed," said Harry. His pulse quickened in excitement and fear. Malfoy could turn him down, after all. "Why don't I treat you to dinner tomorrow night?"
Malfoy took a long moment to respond, either considering it or simply making Harry sweat. "I want to go somewhere off-campus," he said. "Somewhere nice."
Harry grinned in relief. "Nice, yeah. I can do nice."
"There's just one thing, Potter. I don't put out on a first date."
"Git," growled Harry, lunging up to roll Malfoy beneath him. "I reckon I'll have to shag you now then, before our first date."