HP Fic: Distraction (Harry/Draco). 13 Smutty Nights Series, part 5/13
Title: Distraction
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 781
Warnings: a bit of suggestive talk?
Prompt: 13 Smutty Nights of Halloween fest at hd_seasons , prompt #5 (something wicked; whisper)
Disclaimer: Done for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement intended. Characters belong to JKR.
Summary: During a boring briefing at work, Draco thinks of a way to keep Potter awake.
Author’s Notes: And…we’re back to the UST and a bit of suggestiveness. This is much lighter in tone than last night’s instalment.
Playing catch up? Go to Part One, Part Two, Part Three, or Part Four.
It had been nearly an hour, and Auror Morgan was still talking. What Draco had gleaned from the absurdly long monologue was that the circle he and Potter had stumbled upon the night before had not been used by Necromancers--at least, no Necromancers the Ministry had ever encountered before. This was a different kind of Dark Magic. The specialists on Circle Rituals had been quite a lot of help, as it happened. The things that had been discovered in that cold stone room led to a few answers on some of their open cases--but many more questions.
About the time Morgan started going on about the ritual sacrifices of 921 A.D., Draco stopped following. He nudged Potter, who looked like he was having a flashback of sitting in Professor Binns' class. His eyes were half-lidded behind his spectacles, and he had that slack-faced look of someone who was just barely conscious. "Potter," Draco hissed. Merlin knew he did not want to be set yet another punishment if Morgan caught one of them sleeping. With his luck, he would be somehow held responsible for not keeping Potter awake.
His partner jumped and sat up for a moment, looking startled. "What?" He rubbed at his face.
"If you don't stay awake, Morgan is going to have our heads." He spoke without moving his lips as much as possible.
"I'm trying, Malfoy. But aren't briefings supposed to be, you know, brief?"
Draco closed his eyes wearily. "Apparently not in this case. Now. Wake. Up."
Potter stifled a yawn. "It's harder than you make it sound. I don't think anything could wake me up. I didn't exactly get much sleep last night."
That was it. This called for drastic measures. Potter had brought this upon himself. "Oh? Why's that? Thinking about that kiss?"
Potter let out a startled snort. "Hm?" Merlin, was he talking in his sleep? If Morgan didn't hex them both, Draco might have to do it. Potter was maddening. Some days, Draco wondered why he had asked to be his partner.
He dropped his voice and used Potter's favourite spell--Muffliato. "You remember that kiss, surely? You initiated it, after all. You leaned right over and placed your lips on mine. And I bet that wasn't all you wanted to do. I bet if given the chance, you'd do something wicked to me, wouldn't you?"
Potter seemed to snap awake. "Wait, what?"
"Oh, so you are awake. I was starting to wonder if you--"
"Auror Malfoy!"
Draco winced and dropped the Muffliato. Morgan had a voice that bloody boomed throughout the room. "Yes sir?"
"Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of us? Some insight into the case, perhaps?"
"Um. No sir."
"Oh. You see, I figured that if you and your partner were conversing, no matter how quietly, it must be important. So, please, share with the rest of us. What exactly were you discussing?"
Draco fumed silently. Next to him, Potter was an interesting shade of pink. "I just asked Potter if he had seen anything last night that had indicated our suspect might have been a physical being?" His voice went up and made it a question, and he clenched his hands into fists underneath the table.
"Fascinating. Only I believe that was covered in your statement, which I went over thirty minutes ago. Now, if you have nothing further to add, this briefing is over. Grab your wands, gentlemen, and head out to the field."
Potter gathered his things beside him and they were the first two out of the room. "Where exactly are we headed?" Potter asked him quietly.
"Fuck if I know," Draco whispered. "I wasn't listening any more than you were. What did you hear?"
Potter looked at him for a very long time. "Nothing. I think I dreamed something back there, but it couldn't have been real."
"Oh? Do share."
Potter turned a brighter shade of pink. "I said it was nothing. Drop it, Malfoy. Come on. Let's find Phyllis. I'm betting she at least knows where we're going and why."
He marched off and Draco threw his hands up in the air. Damn it, he thought he might actually get something out of Potter that time. At least his ploy to keep his partner awake had worked. He was going to have to wait until they were alone and not in the middle of a situation that could possibly be life- or career-threatening. Then maybe he would do something to show Potter that their botched kiss had not been a complete mistake.
That was, if the idiot ever gave him a chance to say or do anything.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 781
Warnings: a bit of suggestive talk?
Prompt: 13 Smutty Nights of Halloween fest at hd_seasons , prompt #5 (something wicked; whisper)
Disclaimer: Done for fun, not profit. No copyright infringement intended. Characters belong to JKR.
Summary: During a boring briefing at work, Draco thinks of a way to keep Potter awake.
Author’s Notes: And…we’re back to the UST and a bit of suggestiveness. This is much lighter in tone than last night’s instalment.
Playing catch up? Go to Part One, Part Two, Part Three, or Part Four.
It had been nearly an hour, and Auror Morgan was still talking. What Draco had gleaned from the absurdly long monologue was that the circle he and Potter had stumbled upon the night before had not been used by Necromancers--at least, no Necromancers the Ministry had ever encountered before. This was a different kind of Dark Magic. The specialists on Circle Rituals had been quite a lot of help, as it happened. The things that had been discovered in that cold stone room led to a few answers on some of their open cases--but many more questions.
About the time Morgan started going on about the ritual sacrifices of 921 A.D., Draco stopped following. He nudged Potter, who looked like he was having a flashback of sitting in Professor Binns' class. His eyes were half-lidded behind his spectacles, and he had that slack-faced look of someone who was just barely conscious. "Potter," Draco hissed. Merlin knew he did not want to be set yet another punishment if Morgan caught one of them sleeping. With his luck, he would be somehow held responsible for not keeping Potter awake.
His partner jumped and sat up for a moment, looking startled. "What?" He rubbed at his face.
"If you don't stay awake, Morgan is going to have our heads." He spoke without moving his lips as much as possible.
"I'm trying, Malfoy. But aren't briefings supposed to be, you know, brief?"
Draco closed his eyes wearily. "Apparently not in this case. Now. Wake. Up."
Potter stifled a yawn. "It's harder than you make it sound. I don't think anything could wake me up. I didn't exactly get much sleep last night."
That was it. This called for drastic measures. Potter had brought this upon himself. "Oh? Why's that? Thinking about that kiss?"
Potter let out a startled snort. "Hm?" Merlin, was he talking in his sleep? If Morgan didn't hex them both, Draco might have to do it. Potter was maddening. Some days, Draco wondered why he had asked to be his partner.
He dropped his voice and used Potter's favourite spell--Muffliato. "You remember that kiss, surely? You initiated it, after all. You leaned right over and placed your lips on mine. And I bet that wasn't all you wanted to do. I bet if given the chance, you'd do something wicked to me, wouldn't you?"
Potter seemed to snap awake. "Wait, what?"
"Oh, so you are awake. I was starting to wonder if you--"
"Auror Malfoy!"
Draco winced and dropped the Muffliato. Morgan had a voice that bloody boomed throughout the room. "Yes sir?"
"Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of us? Some insight into the case, perhaps?"
"Um. No sir."
"Oh. You see, I figured that if you and your partner were conversing, no matter how quietly, it must be important. So, please, share with the rest of us. What exactly were you discussing?"
Draco fumed silently. Next to him, Potter was an interesting shade of pink. "I just asked Potter if he had seen anything last night that had indicated our suspect might have been a physical being?" His voice went up and made it a question, and he clenched his hands into fists underneath the table.
"Fascinating. Only I believe that was covered in your statement, which I went over thirty minutes ago. Now, if you have nothing further to add, this briefing is over. Grab your wands, gentlemen, and head out to the field."
Potter gathered his things beside him and they were the first two out of the room. "Where exactly are we headed?" Potter asked him quietly.
"Fuck if I know," Draco whispered. "I wasn't listening any more than you were. What did you hear?"
Potter looked at him for a very long time. "Nothing. I think I dreamed something back there, but it couldn't have been real."
"Oh? Do share."
Potter turned a brighter shade of pink. "I said it was nothing. Drop it, Malfoy. Come on. Let's find Phyllis. I'm betting she at least knows where we're going and why."
He marched off and Draco threw his hands up in the air. Damn it, he thought he might actually get something out of Potter that time. At least his ploy to keep his partner awake had worked. He was going to have to wait until they were alone and not in the middle of a situation that could possibly be life- or career-threatening. Then maybe he would do something to show Potter that their botched kiss had not been a complete mistake.
That was, if the idiot ever gave him a chance to say or do anything.