Birthday!gift: Shag Buddies
Title: Shag Buddies
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Blaise, Hermione
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slashy sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 655
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERAGE READERS. Mind the warnings and rating.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for ddevotchka, whose prompt was H/D, scuttlebutt.
Summary: The rumors are not true.
"Rumor has it that you have been seeing the Gryffindor Golden Boy on the sly, Draco."
"Don't be absurd, Blaise. Potter wouldn't give me the time of day," Draco retorted.
"I don't know about that," Blaise countered. "Potter couldn't take his eyes off you back in Sixth Year."
"He reckoned I was up to no good then," Draco replied in a bored tone as he returned his attention to his reports. "Now that I'm walking the straight and narrow path, Potter is no longer interested in me."
"Straight?"
"Shut up, Blaise."
~*~
"Harry, according to the office scuttlebutt, you've been dating Draco Malfoy."
"Office scuttlebutt, Hermione, or Rita Skeeter-bitch?" Harry asked with a wry twist of his lips.
Hermione gave an unladylike snort. "You know I don't believe a word that witch writes."
"And yet you believe office scuttlebutt?" Harry teased.
"Of course not," denied Hermione. "That's why I came to ask you about the rumors."
Harry leaned back at his desk and grinned at his flustered friend. "I can assure you I am not dating Draco Malfoy," he stated.
~*~
"Blaise thinks I'm seeing you," Draco murmured, tilting his head back to allow Harry to nibble on his throat.
"What did you tell him?" Harry asked between nipping kisses.
"That the notion was...was absurd," replied Draco. He let himself be pressed back until he was lying on the sofa.
"Hermione accused me of dating you," Harry said, fingers going to work on the buttons of Draco's shirt.
"Did you disabuse her of the idea?" asked Draco, sitting up to remove his shirt.
"Yes, I did," Harry told him as he set his glasses aside and grasped the hem of his jumper, pulling it off over his head. He reclined next to Draco again and resumed snogging him. Their mouths slanted together, lips sliding, teeth nipping and tongues tangling. Harry's fingers deftly unfastened Draco's trousers, and his hand delved inside to fondle Draco's bits.
Draco groaned and arched into it as he plunged his hands down the back of Harry's loose-fitting jeans to knead his arse.
Harry responded with a rough bite to Draco's shoulder, marking him and increasing Draco's arousal. He drew his head back to growl, "Clothes off."
They separated long enough to divest themselves of socks, trousers and pants before settling onto the sofa once more. Draco shifted and scooted down until his was lying on his back. Harry nudged Draco's thighs apart with a knee and stretched out atop his lover to rub their groins together. Draco opened his legs wider to create room, and Harry wiggled down and shoved his hand into the sofa cushions in search of the tube of lubricant he kept there. He prepared Draco and tossed the tube on the floor. Harry entered his lover with a sure stroke and proceeded to thrust leisurely between Draco's legs.
Draco moaned in enjoyment and clasped one hand around Harry's nape while the other hand rubbed up and down Harry's back. Harry worked a hand between them and grasped Draco's heated flesh, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Draco gasped and twisted his head and hips. Harry's tempo picked up until he was shafting his lover hard and fast. Their voices mingled and rose, harsh breaths and hoarse cries adding to the creak of the sofa and the slick sounds of their coupling. Harry's voice broke first as he climaxed in the cradle of Draco's thighs, body tight and trembling. When Harry recovered his senses, he resumed stroking Draco until Draco's own cry of pleasure pealed forth.
They lay there gasping, bodies and limbs still intimately entwined. Harry raised his head at last and shook the damp fringe from his eyes. "Will you stay the night?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
"Yeah," Draco answered, looping both arms around Harry's neck. "But that doesn't mean we're dating."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Blaise, Hermione
Rating: R
Warning(s): Slashy sex (characters are of age)
Word count: 655
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR UNDERAGE READERS. Mind the warnings and rating.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for ddevotchka, whose prompt was H/D, scuttlebutt.
Summary: The rumors are not true.
"Rumor has it that you have been seeing the Gryffindor Golden Boy on the sly, Draco."
"Don't be absurd, Blaise. Potter wouldn't give me the time of day," Draco retorted.
"I don't know about that," Blaise countered. "Potter couldn't take his eyes off you back in Sixth Year."
"He reckoned I was up to no good then," Draco replied in a bored tone as he returned his attention to his reports. "Now that I'm walking the straight and narrow path, Potter is no longer interested in me."
"Straight?"
"Shut up, Blaise."
~*~
"Harry, according to the office scuttlebutt, you've been dating Draco Malfoy."
"Office scuttlebutt, Hermione, or Rita Skeeter-bitch?" Harry asked with a wry twist of his lips.
Hermione gave an unladylike snort. "You know I don't believe a word that witch writes."
"And yet you believe office scuttlebutt?" Harry teased.
"Of course not," denied Hermione. "That's why I came to ask you about the rumors."
Harry leaned back at his desk and grinned at his flustered friend. "I can assure you I am not dating Draco Malfoy," he stated.
~*~
"Blaise thinks I'm seeing you," Draco murmured, tilting his head back to allow Harry to nibble on his throat.
"What did you tell him?" Harry asked between nipping kisses.
"That the notion was...was absurd," replied Draco. He let himself be pressed back until he was lying on the sofa.
"Hermione accused me of dating you," Harry said, fingers going to work on the buttons of Draco's shirt.
"Did you disabuse her of the idea?" asked Draco, sitting up to remove his shirt.
"Yes, I did," Harry told him as he set his glasses aside and grasped the hem of his jumper, pulling it off over his head. He reclined next to Draco again and resumed snogging him. Their mouths slanted together, lips sliding, teeth nipping and tongues tangling. Harry's fingers deftly unfastened Draco's trousers, and his hand delved inside to fondle Draco's bits.
Draco groaned and arched into it as he plunged his hands down the back of Harry's loose-fitting jeans to knead his arse.
Harry responded with a rough bite to Draco's shoulder, marking him and increasing Draco's arousal. He drew his head back to growl, "Clothes off."
They separated long enough to divest themselves of socks, trousers and pants before settling onto the sofa once more. Draco shifted and scooted down until his was lying on his back. Harry nudged Draco's thighs apart with a knee and stretched out atop his lover to rub their groins together. Draco opened his legs wider to create room, and Harry wiggled down and shoved his hand into the sofa cushions in search of the tube of lubricant he kept there. He prepared Draco and tossed the tube on the floor. Harry entered his lover with a sure stroke and proceeded to thrust leisurely between Draco's legs.
Draco moaned in enjoyment and clasped one hand around Harry's nape while the other hand rubbed up and down Harry's back. Harry worked a hand between them and grasped Draco's heated flesh, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Draco gasped and twisted his head and hips. Harry's tempo picked up until he was shafting his lover hard and fast. Their voices mingled and rose, harsh breaths and hoarse cries adding to the creak of the sofa and the slick sounds of their coupling. Harry's voice broke first as he climaxed in the cradle of Draco's thighs, body tight and trembling. When Harry recovered his senses, he resumed stroking Draco until Draco's own cry of pleasure pealed forth.
They lay there gasping, bodies and limbs still intimately entwined. Harry raised his head at last and shook the damp fringe from his eyes. "Will you stay the night?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
"Yeah," Draco answered, looping both arms around Harry's neck. "But that doesn't mean we're dating."