HPAnimagus; HPCreatures; Spot On 3
Title: Spot On 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco (pending slash)
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Creature!fic
Word count: 545
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the following prompts:
♥ hp_animagus monthly prompt of best Valentine ever
♥ hp_creatures monthly prompt of best Valentine ever
Summary: Harry reveals himself.
They slept until dusk, Harry and Malfoy. Once the sun went down, the vampire stirred beside Harry on the bed. Malfoy sat up and yawned, scratched Harry's ears, then rose to get dressed. When he stepped into a pair of white silk boxers with red hearts all over them, Harry remembered the date. He had spent Valentine's Day in bed with a vampire, but no fun had been had. Embracing his dive in headfirst and deal with the consequences later mentality, Harry sat up on the bed and reverted to his human form.
Malfoy turned at the ripple of magic in the air, and he stood frozen in place with a black shirt dangling limply from his fingers. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen Draco Malfoy speechless before. The vampire's gaping mouth displayed his deadly fangs, and the expression might have been menacing were it not for Malfoy's comically wide eyes.
Malfoy recovered enough to stammer, "How did you...I didn't...Potter!"
Harry grinned at him. "It's nice to see you, too, Malfoy."
The vampire glared at him. "You're an Animagus." It wasn't a question.
"Well spotted," Harry quipped with a smirk.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"I needed help," Harry shrugged. "Thank you, by the way. You did a fantastic job of healing me."
Malfoy donned his shirt and left it hanging, unbuttoned, while he reached for a pair of black trousers. "Had I known it was you, I would have left you out there to die," he snorted.
Harry's lower lip slid out in a sultry pout. "You're just saying that," he accused mildly. He trailed the fingers of one hand over his stomach, and his thumb hooked the waistband of his denims. Malfoy's eyes tracked the movement. "Can I make it up to you?" Harry asked. He would never have believed it was possible to look irritated and intrigued at the same time, yet Malfoy was pulling it off.
"I don't need to feed tonight," Malfoy told him.
Harry's smile turned sly. "Is there anything else I can interest you in?"
~*~
Draco was dreaming. He had to be. Potter--Harry Potter--could not possibly be in his bed and offering himself up like this. "What makes you think I'm bent, Potter?"
"Your eyes haven't moved from my crotch since I directed them there."
Draco's gaze flew up to Potter's face, and a surprised laugh escaped him. "Guilty," he admitted. His Slytherin nature got the better of him, and he inquired, "What's in it for you, Potter?"
Potter's expression sobered immediately. "I was almost killed on assignment last night," he said quietly, "and I'd like to celebrate the fact that I'm still alive in the most pleasurable way possible. Besides," he added, cheeky grin returning, "it's Valentine's Day, and I had hoped to observe the occasion with a good, hard shag."
Draco's rapidly swelling cock surged to full hardness. Reaching for his zip he purred, "Never let it be said I turned down the opportunity for a good, hard shag." As he pushed his trousers and silk boxers down, Draco thought to himself, This is going to be the best Valentine ever.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco (pending slash)
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Creature!fic
Word count: 545
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written for the following prompts:
♥ hp_animagus monthly prompt of best Valentine ever
♥ hp_creatures monthly prompt of best Valentine ever
Summary: Harry reveals himself.
They slept until dusk, Harry and Malfoy. Once the sun went down, the vampire stirred beside Harry on the bed. Malfoy sat up and yawned, scratched Harry's ears, then rose to get dressed. When he stepped into a pair of white silk boxers with red hearts all over them, Harry remembered the date. He had spent Valentine's Day in bed with a vampire, but no fun had been had. Embracing his dive in headfirst and deal with the consequences later mentality, Harry sat up on the bed and reverted to his human form.
Malfoy turned at the ripple of magic in the air, and he stood frozen in place with a black shirt dangling limply from his fingers. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen Draco Malfoy speechless before. The vampire's gaping mouth displayed his deadly fangs, and the expression might have been menacing were it not for Malfoy's comically wide eyes.
Malfoy recovered enough to stammer, "How did you...I didn't...Potter!"
Harry grinned at him. "It's nice to see you, too, Malfoy."
The vampire glared at him. "You're an Animagus." It wasn't a question.
"Well spotted," Harry quipped with a smirk.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"I needed help," Harry shrugged. "Thank you, by the way. You did a fantastic job of healing me."
Malfoy donned his shirt and left it hanging, unbuttoned, while he reached for a pair of black trousers. "Had I known it was you, I would have left you out there to die," he snorted.
Harry's lower lip slid out in a sultry pout. "You're just saying that," he accused mildly. He trailed the fingers of one hand over his stomach, and his thumb hooked the waistband of his denims. Malfoy's eyes tracked the movement. "Can I make it up to you?" Harry asked. He would never have believed it was possible to look irritated and intrigued at the same time, yet Malfoy was pulling it off.
"I don't need to feed tonight," Malfoy told him.
Harry's smile turned sly. "Is there anything else I can interest you in?"
~*~
Draco was dreaming. He had to be. Potter--Harry Potter--could not possibly be in his bed and offering himself up like this. "What makes you think I'm bent, Potter?"
"Your eyes haven't moved from my crotch since I directed them there."
Draco's gaze flew up to Potter's face, and a surprised laugh escaped him. "Guilty," he admitted. His Slytherin nature got the better of him, and he inquired, "What's in it for you, Potter?"
Potter's expression sobered immediately. "I was almost killed on assignment last night," he said quietly, "and I'd like to celebrate the fact that I'm still alive in the most pleasurable way possible. Besides," he added, cheeky grin returning, "it's Valentine's Day, and I had hoped to observe the occasion with a good, hard shag."
Draco's rapidly swelling cock surged to full hardness. Reaching for his zip he purred, "Never let it be said I turned down the opportunity for a good, hard shag." As he pushed his trousers and silk boxers down, Draco thought to himself, This is going to be the best Valentine ever.