Torture
Title: Torture
Author: alisanne
Word Count: 100 x 2
Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for HD100's prompt: Quill
Author's Notes: Draco is a master of torturing Harry. (Don't worry, it's fluffy!)
Beta: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Torture
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“Will you stop?” Harry hissed.
Draco, sitting across from him in their shared office, raised an eyebrow. “Stop doing what, working?” He smirked. “Sorry, Potter, but not all of us can coast along on our adolescent reputations. Some people have to actually accomplish things as adults.”
“Git.” Harry glared. Draco, who clearly knew full well what he was doing to him, again picked up his quill and used it to trace the outline of his lips. “The quill,” he muttered.
“What about it?” Draco purred, having the gall to stick it into his mouth and suck it.
That was it.
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It was the last straw. With a growl, Harry lunged across the desk and grabbed Draco's lapels. Covering Draco’s lips with his, Harry snogged him fiercely, dimly registering the sound of the quill of torture hitting Draco’s desk as Draco’s fingers speared through his hair. Their mouths clung for a long, glorious moment.
Flushed and panting, they finally separated to breathe. “Enough with the bloody quill,” Harry said quietly, staring into Draco’s eyes.
Draco smiled. “Was that supposed to get me to stop?” he asked, picking it up once more.
Harry groaned. Clearly there would be no work that day.
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Author: alisanne
Word Count: 100 x 2
Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Challenge: Written for HD100's prompt: Quill
Author's Notes: Draco is a master of torturing Harry. (Don't worry, it's fluffy!)
Beta: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Torture
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“Will you stop?” Harry hissed.
Draco, sitting across from him in their shared office, raised an eyebrow. “Stop doing what, working?” He smirked. “Sorry, Potter, but not all of us can coast along on our adolescent reputations. Some people have to actually accomplish things as adults.”
“Git.” Harry glared. Draco, who clearly knew full well what he was doing to him, again picked up his quill and used it to trace the outline of his lips. “The quill,” he muttered.
“What about it?” Draco purred, having the gall to stick it into his mouth and suck it.
That was it.
~
It was the last straw. With a growl, Harry lunged across the desk and grabbed Draco's lapels. Covering Draco’s lips with his, Harry snogged him fiercely, dimly registering the sound of the quill of torture hitting Draco’s desk as Draco’s fingers speared through his hair. Their mouths clung for a long, glorious moment.
Flushed and panting, they finally separated to breathe. “Enough with the bloody quill,” Harry said quietly, staring into Draco’s eyes.
Draco smiled. “Was that supposed to get me to stop?” he asked, picking it up once more.
Harry groaned. Clearly there would be no work that day.
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