Birthday ficlet: Dance With Me Twice
Title: Dance With Me Twice
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Warning(s): AU; Language and strong suggestion
Word count: 950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for rubymiene, who requested something AU.
Summary: The competition between the rival Seekers of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons continues off the pitch.
It was Hogwarts versus Beauxbatons in the 317th Quidditch Championship Match between wizarding schools. With Harry Potter as Seeker, Hogwarts had won the past three championships, but Beauxbatons' new Seeker was said to rival even Potter in ability. Draco Malfoy had languished behind his school's now-graduated Seeker in prior years, but this year, the position was his, and he had dominated at it.
As the teams were warming up before the match began, Draco found his eyes drawn to the opposing Seeker. He told himself that it was because he wished to study the other's moves, but he had to admit that Potter cut a fine figure on a broomstick.
Harry continued stealing glances at the Beauxbatons' Seeker. He'd always fancied blond blokes, and this one was making his cock hard like no one else in recent memory. Reminding himself he had to focus on the match, Harry reined his thoughts in with an effort. When the match began, Harry found himself circling high above the pitch, intently not watching Malfoy as his eyes sought the telltale flash of the Snitch.
Draco, too, was circling the pitch in lazy laps, aware that Potter seemed to be keeping to the opposite side. That suited him, as well, and he contented himself with watching for the Snitch and staying well away from Hogwarts' Seeker. A sudden glint of light down below him had Draco dipping his broom into a steep dive.
Harry spied the fluttering flash of the Snitch at the same time as Malfoy did, and he also turned his broom and dove after the elusive target. It required a couple tricky maneuvers, but Harry finally pulled abreast of the rival Seeker, and two of them laid low over their brooms as they raced to catch the Snitch.
Draco had heard of Potter's prowess, but he had found the rumors difficult to believe...until now. He was finding it impossible to shake the other Seeker, no matter what tricks and tactics he employed.
Harry was discovering it was similarly difficult to outmaneuver Malfoy. He was quickly developing a grudging admiration for the blond Seeker, in addition to the fierce attraction he felt for Malfoy.
The fans below screamed in excitement to see the two well-matched Seekers engaged in an aerial duel. It was apparent that neither had an advantage over the other, and it seemed this would be a match for the ages. The pair of Seekers continued their dogged pursuit of the target, each trying to gain an edge on the other as they swooped and executed hairpin turns on their brooms. As always, they reached for the Snitch, which continued to flutter just beyond their grasps.
After rising high above the pitch, the Snitch dove straight down, and both Seekers went after it. Incredibly, they gained on their prey, and each of them leaned forward and reached to grab it, their fingers brushing together. A bludger suddenly whizzing at them from below caused Harry and Draco to veer to the side, allowing the dangerous sphere to pass between them. Harry's broom clipped his rival's, sending Malfoy into a dangerous tailspin, and allowing Harry to catch the Snitch, winning the championship for Hogwarts.
~*~
Draco was livid. He stormed into the Hogwarts' dressing room, intent on telling Potter that he was a cheating, dirty player. "Potter!" he shouted when he saw the other Seeker. Whatever else he'd been about to say was forgotten when he got a look at his rival's bare chest.
Harry turned to face Malfoy, not surprised that the other had sought him out for a confrontation. The other boy was still in full uniform, although that did nothing to diminish his allure. "You wanted to see me, Malfoy?" he husked, grinning in delight as the blond swallowed heavily and dragged his gaze from Harry's chest back to his face.
"You are a dirty player," Draco accused, dismayed by the breathy quality of his voice.
"You have no idea how dirty I can be," Harry replied, allowing his eyes to travel the blond's slender frame.
Draco's body reacted to the words and the husky voice they were delivered in. His cock and nipples all peaked to attention. Draco was aware that the room had gone silent and that every eye was on them as the drama played out. Trying to steer the confrontation back to the topic at hand, he tried again. "You cheated, Potter."
Harry took a step closer, itching to push the other Seeker up against a wall and fuck that attitude out of him. Reckoning that Malfoy wouldn't appreciate it, however, he tried a different tact. "Allow me to make it up to you by escorting you to the Ball tonight," he purred.
Draco couldn't believe the other boy's cheek. "I think not, Potter," he replied in a frosty voice. It seemed a new game had begun, and he was determined to win at this one. Raising an imperious eyebrow, he amended his statement by adding, "I may, however, save one dance for you."
Harry stepped to within touching distance of Malfoy. "Two dances," he insisted, voice low and husky.
"T-two?" Draco stammered, intoxicated by the other boy's nearness. When Potter's hand curled around his nape and pulled him forward into a quick, hot press of lips, Draco couldn't contain the needy moan that sounded in his throat.
Harry raised his head, lips still tingling from the brief contact with Malfoy's. "You'll dance with me twice," he stated. "Once on your feet at the Ball, and later on your back in my bed."
The Second Dance
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Warning(s): AU; Language and strong suggestion
Word count: 950
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the rating, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for rubymiene, who requested something AU.
Summary: The competition between the rival Seekers of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons continues off the pitch.
It was Hogwarts versus Beauxbatons in the 317th Quidditch Championship Match between wizarding schools. With Harry Potter as Seeker, Hogwarts had won the past three championships, but Beauxbatons' new Seeker was said to rival even Potter in ability. Draco Malfoy had languished behind his school's now-graduated Seeker in prior years, but this year, the position was his, and he had dominated at it.
As the teams were warming up before the match began, Draco found his eyes drawn to the opposing Seeker. He told himself that it was because he wished to study the other's moves, but he had to admit that Potter cut a fine figure on a broomstick.
Harry continued stealing glances at the Beauxbatons' Seeker. He'd always fancied blond blokes, and this one was making his cock hard like no one else in recent memory. Reminding himself he had to focus on the match, Harry reined his thoughts in with an effort. When the match began, Harry found himself circling high above the pitch, intently not watching Malfoy as his eyes sought the telltale flash of the Snitch.
Draco, too, was circling the pitch in lazy laps, aware that Potter seemed to be keeping to the opposite side. That suited him, as well, and he contented himself with watching for the Snitch and staying well away from Hogwarts' Seeker. A sudden glint of light down below him had Draco dipping his broom into a steep dive.
Harry spied the fluttering flash of the Snitch at the same time as Malfoy did, and he also turned his broom and dove after the elusive target. It required a couple tricky maneuvers, but Harry finally pulled abreast of the rival Seeker, and two of them laid low over their brooms as they raced to catch the Snitch.
Draco had heard of Potter's prowess, but he had found the rumors difficult to believe...until now. He was finding it impossible to shake the other Seeker, no matter what tricks and tactics he employed.
Harry was discovering it was similarly difficult to outmaneuver Malfoy. He was quickly developing a grudging admiration for the blond Seeker, in addition to the fierce attraction he felt for Malfoy.
The fans below screamed in excitement to see the two well-matched Seekers engaged in an aerial duel. It was apparent that neither had an advantage over the other, and it seemed this would be a match for the ages. The pair of Seekers continued their dogged pursuit of the target, each trying to gain an edge on the other as they swooped and executed hairpin turns on their brooms. As always, they reached for the Snitch, which continued to flutter just beyond their grasps.
After rising high above the pitch, the Snitch dove straight down, and both Seekers went after it. Incredibly, they gained on their prey, and each of them leaned forward and reached to grab it, their fingers brushing together. A bludger suddenly whizzing at them from below caused Harry and Draco to veer to the side, allowing the dangerous sphere to pass between them. Harry's broom clipped his rival's, sending Malfoy into a dangerous tailspin, and allowing Harry to catch the Snitch, winning the championship for Hogwarts.
~*~
Draco was livid. He stormed into the Hogwarts' dressing room, intent on telling Potter that he was a cheating, dirty player. "Potter!" he shouted when he saw the other Seeker. Whatever else he'd been about to say was forgotten when he got a look at his rival's bare chest.
Harry turned to face Malfoy, not surprised that the other had sought him out for a confrontation. The other boy was still in full uniform, although that did nothing to diminish his allure. "You wanted to see me, Malfoy?" he husked, grinning in delight as the blond swallowed heavily and dragged his gaze from Harry's chest back to his face.
"You are a dirty player," Draco accused, dismayed by the breathy quality of his voice.
"You have no idea how dirty I can be," Harry replied, allowing his eyes to travel the blond's slender frame.
Draco's body reacted to the words and the husky voice they were delivered in. His cock and nipples all peaked to attention. Draco was aware that the room had gone silent and that every eye was on them as the drama played out. Trying to steer the confrontation back to the topic at hand, he tried again. "You cheated, Potter."
Harry took a step closer, itching to push the other Seeker up against a wall and fuck that attitude out of him. Reckoning that Malfoy wouldn't appreciate it, however, he tried a different tact. "Allow me to make it up to you by escorting you to the Ball tonight," he purred.
Draco couldn't believe the other boy's cheek. "I think not, Potter," he replied in a frosty voice. It seemed a new game had begun, and he was determined to win at this one. Raising an imperious eyebrow, he amended his statement by adding, "I may, however, save one dance for you."
Harry stepped to within touching distance of Malfoy. "Two dances," he insisted, voice low and husky.
"T-two?" Draco stammered, intoxicated by the other boy's nearness. When Potter's hand curled around his nape and pulled him forward into a quick, hot press of lips, Draco couldn't contain the needy moan that sounded in his throat.
Harry raised his head, lips still tingling from the brief contact with Malfoy's. "You'll dance with me twice," he stated. "Once on your feet at the Ball, and later on your back in my bed."
The Second Dance