Visitations 10
Title: Visitations 10
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 1045
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 piratesmile331, who requested more of Visitations
Summary: Clarise cajoles Draco into a shopping expedition.
It was nearly noon before Draco woke up, alone in his bed. He rolled over and stretched, relishing each twinge and ache the movement magnified. Draco had no idea why Harry considered any of what happened the night before to be punishment. A satisfied smirk curved his lips as he left the warmth of his bed and headed to the en suite and a hot shower.
Draco made it downstairs in time to join Clarise for lunch. By then, he was quite peckish, and he loaded his plate with the food that Hulda had prepared.
"Are you eating for two?" quipped Clarise, a sparkle in her eyes.
She had been so somber when Draco first met her that he couldn't begrudge Clarise her teasing. "You eat like a bird," he said. "I didn't want Hulda to think her food wasn't being enjoyed."
Clarise goggled at him. "Will she be insulted?" she asked in a whisper.
Draco chuckled and let her off the hook. "Of course not," he said. "House-elves live to be needed, but they don't begrudge us when we don't indulge in everything they do for us."
"I confess I tend not to engage with Mr Potter's servants," said Clarise. "Perhaps I should be more open with them."
"Harry's elves are exemplary," Draco told her. "Not all are, but he must surround himself with those he trusts."
Clarise nodded. "Mehmet was very circumspect about whom he allowed near him. I never did learn where he slept."
Draco didn't bother telling her that he had no idea where Harry spent his days, either. He'd been inside Harry's windowless bedroom once, but he couldn't even say for sure if it was in this house or not. He wondered if Harry would ever come to trust him that far.
Draco changed the subject, sticking to small talk as he and Clarise finished their lunch. Clarise laid her cutlery down and met Draco's eyes.
"I need to go shopping."
Draco was on the verge of asking why when he recalled that Longbottom would be joining them for dinner soon. "Of course," he said. "I can Apparate us to London, and you may shop to your heart's content."
"You will keep me company, yes?" Clarise seemed almost nervous.
"Harry would have my hide if I let you out of my sight," Draco replied. "For that matter, I suspect Auror Longbottom might be tempted to tear a strip from me as well."
They agreed to reconvene in half an hour. Draco dashed up the steps to his room, oddly excited at the chance to go out. He did love London. He jotted a quick note to Harry, in case they didn't return before twilight, and set it on the pillow in Harry's adjoining room.
Draco changed clothes and descended the stairs. It wasn't even a full half hour before Clarise came down to join him. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were lively. For that reason alone, Draco would have accompanied her to London. Clarise deserved some happiness in her life.
~*~
It was full dark by the time Draco and Clarise returned to Potter's estate. He met them at the door to the dining room. Clarise immediately sobered.
"It's my fault we're so late getting back," she said. "Please don't blame Mr Malfoy."
"I am not blaming either of you," said Harry. "The outing seems to have done you both some good. I asked Hulda to hold dinner, so there is time for you to put your new treasures away before joining us in the dining room."
As Clarise scurried off, Harry turned to Draco and raised his eyebrows. "Have you no new treasures?"
"No, I was preoccupied with carrying Clarise's treasures."
"May I presume she wished to buy something pretty to impress Neville?"
"Yes," Draco replied, "although she looks gorgeous in any case."
"Should I be jealous, my Consort?"
The rough timbre of Harry's voice sent a thrill of desire down Draco's spine and straight to his cock. "I've no interest in the fairer sex," he said, his own voice taking on a rough edge.
Harry's eyes darkened and moved to Draco's mouth. His lips parted, revealing the tips of his fangs. Draco's breath hitched, and he swayed closer to his lover.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Clarise chirped as she bustled down the stairs.
Harry turned to her with a gracious smile. "Of course not." He offered Clarise his arm. "Shall we?"
~*~
Dinner had been polite but interminable. As if sensing Draco's uneasy anticipation, Harry had lingered over dessert and conversation, regaling Clarise with anecdotes from his days at Hogwarts with Longbottom.
This, Draco realized, was punishment. He fought the urge to squirm in his chair. It didn't help when Clarise chided him for being horrid to Longbottom when they were boys.
"I was horrid to both of them," Draco announced. "They were gits."
"And you were a brat," said Harry.
"Yes, I suppose I was," Draco admitted with a sly smirk.
Clarise leaned forward, chin cupped in her hands. "What changed?"
"The War," Harry replied, all trace of good humor fading from his face.
Draco nodded. "War changes you. It matured all of us, although we were still children."
"War?" Clarise frowned.
"It was fought among witches and wizards," said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic did everything it could to keep the battle from the attention of Muggles--non-magical folk like yourself." He allowed himself a small smile. "Neville emerged from it a hero, Clarise. You are a remarkable woman, indeed, to have captivated him so."
Clarise blushed prettily, while Harry pushed his chair back.
"If you will excuse us," he said, "I wish to captivate my Consort."
~*~
Draco lay sprawled, face down, across the tangled sheets of Harry's large bed in the master suite. He was boneless and replete and quite certain he'd never be able to move again. "Ouch," he muttered when a stinging swat landed on his arse.
"Are you falling asleep?"
Draco yawned. "I'm trying to."
"Perhaps I wish to slake my lust on you again."
"Sadist."
Harry chuckled, low and dark, and extinguished the lamp with a wave of his hand. "Rest for now," he said. "I'll wake you before dawn to have my wicked way with you once more."
Visitations 11
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, ofc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Word count: 1045
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 piratesmile331, who requested more of Visitations
Summary: Clarise cajoles Draco into a shopping expedition.
It was nearly noon before Draco woke up, alone in his bed. He rolled over and stretched, relishing each twinge and ache the movement magnified. Draco had no idea why Harry considered any of what happened the night before to be punishment. A satisfied smirk curved his lips as he left the warmth of his bed and headed to the en suite and a hot shower.
Draco made it downstairs in time to join Clarise for lunch. By then, he was quite peckish, and he loaded his plate with the food that Hulda had prepared.
"Are you eating for two?" quipped Clarise, a sparkle in her eyes.
She had been so somber when Draco first met her that he couldn't begrudge Clarise her teasing. "You eat like a bird," he said. "I didn't want Hulda to think her food wasn't being enjoyed."
Clarise goggled at him. "Will she be insulted?" she asked in a whisper.
Draco chuckled and let her off the hook. "Of course not," he said. "House-elves live to be needed, but they don't begrudge us when we don't indulge in everything they do for us."
"I confess I tend not to engage with Mr Potter's servants," said Clarise. "Perhaps I should be more open with them."
"Harry's elves are exemplary," Draco told her. "Not all are, but he must surround himself with those he trusts."
Clarise nodded. "Mehmet was very circumspect about whom he allowed near him. I never did learn where he slept."
Draco didn't bother telling her that he had no idea where Harry spent his days, either. He'd been inside Harry's windowless bedroom once, but he couldn't even say for sure if it was in this house or not. He wondered if Harry would ever come to trust him that far.
Draco changed the subject, sticking to small talk as he and Clarise finished their lunch. Clarise laid her cutlery down and met Draco's eyes.
"I need to go shopping."
Draco was on the verge of asking why when he recalled that Longbottom would be joining them for dinner soon. "Of course," he said. "I can Apparate us to London, and you may shop to your heart's content."
"You will keep me company, yes?" Clarise seemed almost nervous.
"Harry would have my hide if I let you out of my sight," Draco replied. "For that matter, I suspect Auror Longbottom might be tempted to tear a strip from me as well."
They agreed to reconvene in half an hour. Draco dashed up the steps to his room, oddly excited at the chance to go out. He did love London. He jotted a quick note to Harry, in case they didn't return before twilight, and set it on the pillow in Harry's adjoining room.
Draco changed clothes and descended the stairs. It wasn't even a full half hour before Clarise came down to join him. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were lively. For that reason alone, Draco would have accompanied her to London. Clarise deserved some happiness in her life.
~*~
It was full dark by the time Draco and Clarise returned to Potter's estate. He met them at the door to the dining room. Clarise immediately sobered.
"It's my fault we're so late getting back," she said. "Please don't blame Mr Malfoy."
"I am not blaming either of you," said Harry. "The outing seems to have done you both some good. I asked Hulda to hold dinner, so there is time for you to put your new treasures away before joining us in the dining room."
As Clarise scurried off, Harry turned to Draco and raised his eyebrows. "Have you no new treasures?"
"No, I was preoccupied with carrying Clarise's treasures."
"May I presume she wished to buy something pretty to impress Neville?"
"Yes," Draco replied, "although she looks gorgeous in any case."
"Should I be jealous, my Consort?"
The rough timbre of Harry's voice sent a thrill of desire down Draco's spine and straight to his cock. "I've no interest in the fairer sex," he said, his own voice taking on a rough edge.
Harry's eyes darkened and moved to Draco's mouth. His lips parted, revealing the tips of his fangs. Draco's breath hitched, and he swayed closer to his lover.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Clarise chirped as she bustled down the stairs.
Harry turned to her with a gracious smile. "Of course not." He offered Clarise his arm. "Shall we?"
~*~
Dinner had been polite but interminable. As if sensing Draco's uneasy anticipation, Harry had lingered over dessert and conversation, regaling Clarise with anecdotes from his days at Hogwarts with Longbottom.
This, Draco realized, was punishment. He fought the urge to squirm in his chair. It didn't help when Clarise chided him for being horrid to Longbottom when they were boys.
"I was horrid to both of them," Draco announced. "They were gits."
"And you were a brat," said Harry.
"Yes, I suppose I was," Draco admitted with a sly smirk.
Clarise leaned forward, chin cupped in her hands. "What changed?"
"The War," Harry replied, all trace of good humor fading from his face.
Draco nodded. "War changes you. It matured all of us, although we were still children."
"War?" Clarise frowned.
"It was fought among witches and wizards," said Harry. "The Ministry of Magic did everything it could to keep the battle from the attention of Muggles--non-magical folk like yourself." He allowed himself a small smile. "Neville emerged from it a hero, Clarise. You are a remarkable woman, indeed, to have captivated him so."
Clarise blushed prettily, while Harry pushed his chair back.
"If you will excuse us," he said, "I wish to captivate my Consort."
~*~
Draco lay sprawled, face down, across the tangled sheets of Harry's large bed in the master suite. He was boneless and replete and quite certain he'd never be able to move again. "Ouch," he muttered when a stinging swat landed on his arse.
"Are you falling asleep?"
Draco yawned. "I'm trying to."
"Perhaps I wish to slake my lust on you again."
"Sadist."
Harry chuckled, low and dark, and extinguished the lamp with a wave of his hand. "Rest for now," he said. "I'll wake you before dawn to have my wicked way with you once more."
Visitations 11