Fest Fic: Viewfinder (Harry/Draco)
Title: Viewfinder
Author/Artist: kayoko
Prompt: #23 Harry is asked to do a photoshoot for a magazine as saviour of the wizarding world. Still shy in the limelight he is mortified to see that the photographer is none other than Draco Malfoy.
Prompt submitted by: kubrick_potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1100
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: A million thanks to my betas K and W!
Summary: Act natural, you look like you’ve got a stick up your arse and you’re happy about it.
Harry stepped out of the floo mindful of his change of clothes. He had brought them just in case the photographer wanted him in something other than his Auror uniform.
“You’re late.”
“Malfoy?” Harry turned towards the voice. Draco Malfoy had aged well in the past five years. The shirt he was wearing emphasized his shoulders and narrow waist.
“I will let you know that my time is precious and tardiness will not be tolerated. In fact, Potter, there will be punishment the next time you’re late.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to give me detention, Malfoy?”
“Put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.” Draco grinned.
“Piss off.” Harry flipped him an obscene gesture. “You might enjoy that too much.”
“Yes, yes. Now that we’ve established my terribly deviant tendencies, strip and put on the clothes I’ve laid out on the sofa.”
“But I’ve brought my own clothes.”
“Potter, the Saviour of the wizarding world should scream chic and sexy. Whatever you’ve got in your hands says plain and frumpy,” explained Draco.
“They’re my best robes!” argued Harry.
“Call it artistic license and just strip. Think of all the little children you’ll be helping if you would just behave like a good Saviour of the wizarding world and listen to the professional here.” Draco pointed the camera at Harry and snapped a few shots. “Hm, not quite right,” he mumbled to himself and tinkered with the camera.
Harry stalked towards the changing screen and questioned why he agreed to torture himself like this in the first place. He could have just made a monetary donation. An article about him to boost the public image of the war orphan’s charity; it had seemed like excellent idea when Hermione proposed it.
He pulled the grey jumper over his head and adjusted the collar. Malfoy must have known that he hated turtlenecks. Harry turned when he heard the camera clicking. “I’m not ready yet!” he shouted and glared at the other man who had ignored the vague sense of privacy offered by the changing screen.
Ignoring him, Draco pressed some more buttons on his camera. “Sit on the chaise longue and look pretty, Potter.”
Harry stomped over to the chaise longue and tried to get into a comfortable position. He settled on his side and smiled as Draco pointed the camera in his direction.
“Merlin, you look like you’ve got a stick up your arse and you’re happy about it. Relax, Potter.”
“I’m trying!” countered Harry.
A flick of Draco’s wand and a book came hurling into Harry’s face. Harry caught it just before it smashed into his nose. “Hogwarts: A History?”
“Read it aloud and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Harry just paused and stared at Draco.
“Just do it, Potter. Think of the cute children.”
“Fine.” Harry flipped to a random page and started reading about the Founders. He peeked from the book when he heard the camera clicking beside him.
“I haven’t told you to stop reading.”
Begrudgingly, Harry went back to reading about Godric Gryffindor.
oooOOOooo
Harry jolted awake and caught the book before it fell on to the floor. He subtly used his sleeve to wipe away any potential drool and searched the room for Draco.
“Did you have a good nap?” Draco sipped on his drink.
“Textbooks are better than any sleeping draught. Is there any tea for me?” Harry asked.
Draco pulled a cup and saucer from the cupboard. Harry slid into the chair at the kitchen table and poured himself a cup of tea. He nibbled on a biscuit. “Malfoy, did you take any photos of me sleeping?”
“Perhaps,” replied Draco through the viewfinder and snapped a few more shots.
“That’s inappropriate, not to mention inconsiderate!”
“Then you better behave or else you might find a picture of you drooling in the magazine.” Draco smirked.
Harry scoffed down the rest of his biscuit in resentment.
Draco laughed and snapped a picture. “You look like an angry chipmunk. This one would be great for a dartboard. Lighten up, Harry, I promise this one is for the personal collection.”
He picked up a biscuit and threw it at Draco, who ducked just in time for the biscuit to land inside an empty vase with a strange clunking noise. They both burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
oooOOOooo
Harry threw a handful of floo powder and called out Draco’s floo address. He smiled as he thought back to the photoshoot from a couple of days ago. Draco had invited him to look at the photos before he submitted them to the magazine.
“Harry, is that you?” came Draco’s voice from another room, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Harry placed the box of pastries on the kitchen table and went in search for plates in the cupboard.
“You’re early today. Were you afraid that I would carry through with the punishment?” Draco entered the kitchen with a large envelope.
“Were you hoping that I could fulfil your kinky fantasies?”
“Oh yes. Wait until I tell you about the ones involving a cucumber, the feather duster and umbrella.” Draco licked his lips.
“Umbrella?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows in thought while staring at the pink tongue that darted out.
Draco stepped behind Harry and whispered into his ear, “If you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll show you my toy box.” He chuckled as the tips of Harry’s ears flushed red. “For now, you’ll just have to settle for going through the photographs I took last week.”
Harry pulled out the photographs and spread them on the table. He was honestly shocked that these were all pictures of him. There was one picture taken from the side as he was pulling as his collar that showed just a hint of his collarbone. He looked surprisingly vulnerable. There was another one where he was staring straight at the camera licking his finger. It must have been the chocolate from the biscuit. It was such an innocent gesture, trust Draco find a way to sexualise it.
“I was thinking of submitting this one as the main photograph.” Draco pointed to one that was off to the side. In the picture, Harry was sitting at the same kitchen table but had a big smile on his face. It must have been right after he scored the biscuit in the vase.
“These are amazing, Draco. You’re really talented.” Harry placed his hand on top of Draco’s and squeezed. “I had no idea.”
“Thank you,” said Draco quietly. “I’m hoping to have enough pieces by the end of the year for an exhibit. Would you like to help me, Harry?”
“Of course!” Harry replied enthusiastically.
Draco smiled. “I’ll put on the kettle so we can enjoy some of these pastries you’ve brought.”
“Wait, you’re not planning any nude pictures, right? Cause that’s not what I agreed to.”
Draco just smirked.
Author/Artist: kayoko
Prompt: #23 Harry is asked to do a photoshoot for a magazine as saviour of the wizarding world. Still shy in the limelight he is mortified to see that the photographer is none other than Draco Malfoy.
Prompt submitted by: kubrick_potter
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1100
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s) (Highlight to view): None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: A million thanks to my betas K and W!
Summary: Act natural, you look like you’ve got a stick up your arse and you’re happy about it.
Harry stepped out of the floo mindful of his change of clothes. He had brought them just in case the photographer wanted him in something other than his Auror uniform.
“You’re late.”
“Malfoy?” Harry turned towards the voice. Draco Malfoy had aged well in the past five years. The shirt he was wearing emphasized his shoulders and narrow waist.
“I will let you know that my time is precious and tardiness will not be tolerated. In fact, Potter, there will be punishment the next time you’re late.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to give me detention, Malfoy?”
“Put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.” Draco grinned.
“Piss off.” Harry flipped him an obscene gesture. “You might enjoy that too much.”
“Yes, yes. Now that we’ve established my terribly deviant tendencies, strip and put on the clothes I’ve laid out on the sofa.”
“But I’ve brought my own clothes.”
“Potter, the Saviour of the wizarding world should scream chic and sexy. Whatever you’ve got in your hands says plain and frumpy,” explained Draco.
“They’re my best robes!” argued Harry.
“Call it artistic license and just strip. Think of all the little children you’ll be helping if you would just behave like a good Saviour of the wizarding world and listen to the professional here.” Draco pointed the camera at Harry and snapped a few shots. “Hm, not quite right,” he mumbled to himself and tinkered with the camera.
Harry stalked towards the changing screen and questioned why he agreed to torture himself like this in the first place. He could have just made a monetary donation. An article about him to boost the public image of the war orphan’s charity; it had seemed like excellent idea when Hermione proposed it.
He pulled the grey jumper over his head and adjusted the collar. Malfoy must have known that he hated turtlenecks. Harry turned when he heard the camera clicking. “I’m not ready yet!” he shouted and glared at the other man who had ignored the vague sense of privacy offered by the changing screen.
Ignoring him, Draco pressed some more buttons on his camera. “Sit on the chaise longue and look pretty, Potter.”
Harry stomped over to the chaise longue and tried to get into a comfortable position. He settled on his side and smiled as Draco pointed the camera in his direction.
“Merlin, you look like you’ve got a stick up your arse and you’re happy about it. Relax, Potter.”
“I’m trying!” countered Harry.
A flick of Draco’s wand and a book came hurling into Harry’s face. Harry caught it just before it smashed into his nose. “Hogwarts: A History?”
“Read it aloud and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Harry just paused and stared at Draco.
“Just do it, Potter. Think of the cute children.”
“Fine.” Harry flipped to a random page and started reading about the Founders. He peeked from the book when he heard the camera clicking beside him.
“I haven’t told you to stop reading.”
Begrudgingly, Harry went back to reading about Godric Gryffindor.
oooOOOooo
Harry jolted awake and caught the book before it fell on to the floor. He subtly used his sleeve to wipe away any potential drool and searched the room for Draco.
“Did you have a good nap?” Draco sipped on his drink.
“Textbooks are better than any sleeping draught. Is there any tea for me?” Harry asked.
Draco pulled a cup and saucer from the cupboard. Harry slid into the chair at the kitchen table and poured himself a cup of tea. He nibbled on a biscuit. “Malfoy, did you take any photos of me sleeping?”
“Perhaps,” replied Draco through the viewfinder and snapped a few more shots.
“That’s inappropriate, not to mention inconsiderate!”
“Then you better behave or else you might find a picture of you drooling in the magazine.” Draco smirked.
Harry scoffed down the rest of his biscuit in resentment.
Draco laughed and snapped a picture. “You look like an angry chipmunk. This one would be great for a dartboard. Lighten up, Harry, I promise this one is for the personal collection.”
He picked up a biscuit and threw it at Draco, who ducked just in time for the biscuit to land inside an empty vase with a strange clunking noise. They both burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
oooOOOooo
Harry threw a handful of floo powder and called out Draco’s floo address. He smiled as he thought back to the photoshoot from a couple of days ago. Draco had invited him to look at the photos before he submitted them to the magazine.
“Harry, is that you?” came Draco’s voice from another room, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Harry placed the box of pastries on the kitchen table and went in search for plates in the cupboard.
“You’re early today. Were you afraid that I would carry through with the punishment?” Draco entered the kitchen with a large envelope.
“Were you hoping that I could fulfil your kinky fantasies?”
“Oh yes. Wait until I tell you about the ones involving a cucumber, the feather duster and umbrella.” Draco licked his lips.
“Umbrella?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows in thought while staring at the pink tongue that darted out.
Draco stepped behind Harry and whispered into his ear, “If you’re a really good boy, maybe I’ll show you my toy box.” He chuckled as the tips of Harry’s ears flushed red. “For now, you’ll just have to settle for going through the photographs I took last week.”
Harry pulled out the photographs and spread them on the table. He was honestly shocked that these were all pictures of him. There was one picture taken from the side as he was pulling as his collar that showed just a hint of his collarbone. He looked surprisingly vulnerable. There was another one where he was staring straight at the camera licking his finger. It must have been the chocolate from the biscuit. It was such an innocent gesture, trust Draco find a way to sexualise it.
“I was thinking of submitting this one as the main photograph.” Draco pointed to one that was off to the side. In the picture, Harry was sitting at the same kitchen table but had a big smile on his face. It must have been right after he scored the biscuit in the vase.
“These are amazing, Draco. You’re really talented.” Harry placed his hand on top of Draco’s and squeezed. “I had no idea.”
“Thank you,” said Draco quietly. “I’m hoping to have enough pieces by the end of the year for an exhibit. Would you like to help me, Harry?”
“Of course!” Harry replied enthusiastically.
Draco smiled. “I’ll put on the kettle so we can enjoy some of these pastries you’ve brought.”
“Wait, you’re not planning any nude pictures, right? Cause that’s not what I agreed to.”
Draco just smirked.