Scandalous Scarlet
Title: Scandalous Scarlet
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 690
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 lijahlover, who requested more of Naughty Knickers
Summary: Harry is feeling frisky.
Harry checked that his fake mustache was still in place, pulled the brim of his fedora low over his eyes, and sneaked through the door of Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers.
"Hello, Harry. I have some shirts with Free Mustache Rides on them, if you're so inclined."
Harry scowled and yanked off his hat. "How did you know it was me?"
"I was an Auror, you know," Tonks replied. "Constant vigilance!"
Harry ripped off his fake mustache and winced.
"Did you come for the pickle-flavored lube?" teased Tonks.
"No," said Harry. "I'm looking for something that Draco can wear. He looks good in red."
Tonks grinned at him. "I have just the thing."
()*()
Harry waited until after dinner, when he and Draco were relaxing in the lounge while enjoying a nightcap, to bring up the subject that had kept his arousal simmering all day. He toyed with the silky hair at Draco's nape and said, "I bought you something from your favorite shop today."
Draco turned his head and smiled. "Honeydukes?"
Harry's smile faltered. "Er, no. Tonks' shop."
A blond brow quirked upward. "That's not my favorite shop."
Harry heaved an impatient sigh. "Aren't you going to ask what I bought for you?"
"It's not pickle-flavored lubricant, is it?"
"No," Harry denied, trying and failing to suppress a shudder.
"More of the honey?"
"No, it--"
"I thought the cinnamon-flavored lube might be worth a try."
"Draco!" cried Harry in exasperation. "I didn't buy lube."
Draco walked his fingers up Harry's thigh. "What did you buy for me?"
Harry's cock surged to attention, and he had to struggle to keep up with the conversation. "It's...ah...it's something to wear."
"Cologne?"
"Wha...hmm...what?" Harry noticed Draco's lips twitch. "Wanker," he grumbled. "I bought you some sexy knickers."
"Oh? Did you buy some for yourself as well?"
Harry's brow furrowed. "No..."
Draco drew back. "It's your turn to wear naughty knickers."
"But...but I bought them for you," protested Harry. "I chose them because I knew they'd look smashing on you."
Draco glowered a moment longer before he relented. "Very well, Harry. I shall indulge your fetish tonight, but I'll be paying a visit to Tonks soon to get something for you to wear."
Harry clenched his back teeth, but he knew better than to argue. Perhaps, if he gave it his all tonight, Draco would forget his own promise of undergarment retribution. "It's a deal," he said, standing up and offering Draco his hand.
()*()
Harry forced himself to stop pacing and sit down on the bed. Draco was taking far too long in the en suite for his peace of mind and his libido. He gave himself a squeeze and resisted the urge to fondle his cock while he impatiently waited for Draco to emerge. Harry's cock gave an anxious throb when Draco finally deigned to step out of the en suite.
Draco was wearing a wrap and a rosy flush. "Have you started without me?"
"I was in pain," whined Harry. He placed both hands on his thighs and strove to remain calm. "Let me see," he coaxed.
Draco uncinched his wrap and dropped it without any fanfare. Harry's breath left him in a whoosh, and he leaned forward. Tonks had helped him choose the knickers. They were a bright red, scarlet she'd told him, and they did indeed look smashing against Draco's pale skin. The knickers were silk with lace edging at the legs and a tiny bow at the front. The sight of Draco wearing them caused scandalous thoughts to creep into Harry's mind--thoughts that he wanted to put into action.
Not trusting himself to speak, Harry beckoned Draco closer with a twitch of his fingers.
Draco's lips curved in a sly, knowing smile, and he sashayed over to stand in front of Harry. "How do you like--eep!"
()*()
"You tore my new knickers, you savage."
"Totally worth it," slurred Harry. His own pants were still hanging from one of his ankles, but he was too replete to care.
"Don't worry, Harry," Draco whispered in his ear. "I'll be sure to buy a sturdier pair for you."
"Mm, okay...wait. Sorry?"
Erotic Ecru
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Tonks
Rating: R
Warning(s): Cross-dressing, sexual activity
Word count: 690
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 lijahlover, who requested more of Naughty Knickers
Summary: Harry is feeling frisky.
Harry checked that his fake mustache was still in place, pulled the brim of his fedora low over his eyes, and sneaked through the door of Nymphadora's Naughty Knickers.
"Hello, Harry. I have some shirts with Free Mustache Rides on them, if you're so inclined."
Harry scowled and yanked off his hat. "How did you know it was me?"
"I was an Auror, you know," Tonks replied. "Constant vigilance!"
Harry ripped off his fake mustache and winced.
"Did you come for the pickle-flavored lube?" teased Tonks.
"No," said Harry. "I'm looking for something that Draco can wear. He looks good in red."
Tonks grinned at him. "I have just the thing."
()*()
Harry waited until after dinner, when he and Draco were relaxing in the lounge while enjoying a nightcap, to bring up the subject that had kept his arousal simmering all day. He toyed with the silky hair at Draco's nape and said, "I bought you something from your favorite shop today."
Draco turned his head and smiled. "Honeydukes?"
Harry's smile faltered. "Er, no. Tonks' shop."
A blond brow quirked upward. "That's not my favorite shop."
Harry heaved an impatient sigh. "Aren't you going to ask what I bought for you?"
"It's not pickle-flavored lubricant, is it?"
"No," Harry denied, trying and failing to suppress a shudder.
"More of the honey?"
"No, it--"
"I thought the cinnamon-flavored lube might be worth a try."
"Draco!" cried Harry in exasperation. "I didn't buy lube."
Draco walked his fingers up Harry's thigh. "What did you buy for me?"
Harry's cock surged to attention, and he had to struggle to keep up with the conversation. "It's...ah...it's something to wear."
"Cologne?"
"Wha...hmm...what?" Harry noticed Draco's lips twitch. "Wanker," he grumbled. "I bought you some sexy knickers."
"Oh? Did you buy some for yourself as well?"
Harry's brow furrowed. "No..."
Draco drew back. "It's your turn to wear naughty knickers."
"But...but I bought them for you," protested Harry. "I chose them because I knew they'd look smashing on you."
Draco glowered a moment longer before he relented. "Very well, Harry. I shall indulge your fetish tonight, but I'll be paying a visit to Tonks soon to get something for you to wear."
Harry clenched his back teeth, but he knew better than to argue. Perhaps, if he gave it his all tonight, Draco would forget his own promise of undergarment retribution. "It's a deal," he said, standing up and offering Draco his hand.
()*()
Harry forced himself to stop pacing and sit down on the bed. Draco was taking far too long in the en suite for his peace of mind and his libido. He gave himself a squeeze and resisted the urge to fondle his cock while he impatiently waited for Draco to emerge. Harry's cock gave an anxious throb when Draco finally deigned to step out of the en suite.
Draco was wearing a wrap and a rosy flush. "Have you started without me?"
"I was in pain," whined Harry. He placed both hands on his thighs and strove to remain calm. "Let me see," he coaxed.
Draco uncinched his wrap and dropped it without any fanfare. Harry's breath left him in a whoosh, and he leaned forward. Tonks had helped him choose the knickers. They were a bright red, scarlet she'd told him, and they did indeed look smashing against Draco's pale skin. The knickers were silk with lace edging at the legs and a tiny bow at the front. The sight of Draco wearing them caused scandalous thoughts to creep into Harry's mind--thoughts that he wanted to put into action.
Not trusting himself to speak, Harry beckoned Draco closer with a twitch of his fingers.
Draco's lips curved in a sly, knowing smile, and he sashayed over to stand in front of Harry. "How do you like--eep!"
()*()
"You tore my new knickers, you savage."
"Totally worth it," slurred Harry. His own pants were still hanging from one of his ankles, but he was too replete to care.
"Don't worry, Harry," Draco whispered in his ear. "I'll be sure to buy a sturdier pair for you."
"Mm, okay...wait. Sorry?"
Erotic Ecru