HP/DM: JMDC: Untitled
Title: Untitled
Author: lolafalola
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: cross-dressing, mild mention of possible bestiality
Word count: ~1300
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Summary: Draco finds himself in a predicament walking alone in a dark forest.
Author's Notes: This is unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. It's a bit rough.
If someone can think of a title, please let me know.
This is written for enchanted-jae monthly drabble challenge. The prompt is: You must be joking.
Draco had been walking along through the dense forest for over an hour, yet he was no closer to his destination. The coming of night brought with it a cold, harsh wind from the north. A chill was settling into his bones and he began to imagine blazing fires burning in his hearth, and the enveloping caress of his lover’s arms.
The skirt that fluttered around his thighs was much shorter and the fabric thinner than the robes he was used to wearing. The hem kept snagged in the thorny underbrush as he walked. It was now all ripped and torn making his outfit look scraggly and unkempt. He had abandoned the longer, crimson cape about a half hour earlier. It kept getting caught in the low hanging tree branches, causing him to gasp and almost choke to death the last time.
He thought about giving up on this adventure and Disapparating home when he heard the sharp snap of a branch less than ten feet from him to his left. On instinct, he pulled his wand and had it pointed in the direction of the noise, but he couldn’t see past the tip of his glowing wand. The full moon provided little illumination, as its rays were unable to penetrate the cloud’s thick canopy.
A slow movement close to the ground, like death’s shadow, began to come toward him, and he felt his heart speed up as he worked to steady his hand. Whatever it was it was breathing heavily. A low growl began to ebb closer in the darkness as a pair of piercing green eyes came into view.
Draco tried to step back and was ready to turn and flee, when his heel caught on a protruding rock and he stumbled backwards to the ground. The skirt moved up, just above his naked groin and felt more than scared, he felt exposed as well. When he placed his hands flat on the ground, he realized that his wand had flown out of his hand during the fall. He was defenseless.
A burst of wind, flew past him and he looked up to see the clouds part. The moon’s rays were filtering through the bare October branches, as he was now able to see the predator. It wasn’t an animal, and it wasn’t a human either. It was a werewolf.
His mouth felt dry.
Quickly, Draco moved to his hands and knees as he began to feel around for his wand. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Whatever possessed him to come here was gone and now he just wanted to flee to the safety of Malfoy Manor.
For one fateful moment, he forgot about the object of his fear as his hand wrapped around the familiar hawthorn wood. He began to sigh in relief when he felt something wet nudging up his skirt. What could only be a rough, wet, tongue made a broad swipe of the crack of his naked ass crack. The werewolf was licking him, preparing to devour its meal. Had he found his wand too late?
He heard a menacing growl and he tried to get up to his knees when a pair of paws pushed down on his back, forcing him to catch himself on his hands before his face hit the ground. The paws scratched up his back as the creature moved further up between his legs. It stopped when he felt fur against his backside. Unfortunately, fur wasn’t the only thing he felt, as something hard and smooth rubbed closer to his puckered opening.
The feel of the werewolf’s prick jolted him like a lightening bolt to his senses. It was time to reach within him and use the self-preservation skills any decent Slytherin would have utilized long ago. He jerked his head and body up, and felt the werewolf tumble away. A mild yelp could be heard and he smirked at the sound. He got to his feet and brushed off the dirt from his clothes, knees, and other body parts.
Draco Malfoy had had enough of this nonsense.
He turned, wand held firmly in hand, as he pointed it at his attacker. A deep growl came from the beast and it crouched back ready to pounce. Draco, though, had no fear. With a determined look, he faced his opponent and began his own attack.
“You must be joking, Potter?” he drawled. “Whatever you had planned is not destined for failure.” He sneered, and began to make a noise like a growl of his own.
There was a burst of magic and where there had been a wolf, now stood Harry Potter looking confused and astonished at his lover’s emergence of a backbone.
“This is not going to happen tonight, Harry. First of all, you were late. Then you approached me from the wrong direction and finally, you didn’t give me near the rimming you had promised.
“If you think you can assault me in a dark forest and attempt to fuck me unprepared and unlubed without a proper tongue-lashing, then you have another thing coming.
“You’re the one who wanted to play out the whole Red Riding hood fantasy. You’ve been talking about it non-stop ever since you’ve found out your Animagus form was a wolf. What is your excuse this time for being so late and rushed?” Draco asked. He made it a point to not only keep his wand trained on his lover, but to poke him in the chest at every opportunity. After he had finished his lecture, there were at least five singed marks in Harry’s favorite Weasley jumper. Knowing it was now ruined made Draco feel a little better.
Instead of being upset about the sweater, Harry had the decency to look ashamed. Draco was right and they both knew it.
“Hermione called through the Floo with some questions about the Dobson case,” Harry began to mumble. Draco had to strain to hear him, even though they stood less than three feet apart.
“I tried to tell her that we’d talk about it tomorrow before the trial started, but she wouldn’t go away until she felt she knew some of the answers.
“I’m sorry, Draco. I tried to get away, I really did.” Harry’s head hung low and he was beginning to fidget with his hands. Draco saw him rub over that part of his hand that held the horrible Umbridge note, I must not tell lies. and his resolve broke a little at the gesture.
“Alright, I forgive you this time, but don’t think I’ll be willing to do this again any time soon. I’m cold and tired. My skirt’s a mess and I just want to cuddle up in front of a blazing fire and get warm.”
Harry’s head jerked up, his face was beaming. “Thank you, Draco. I’ll think of some way to make this up to you. I promise.”
Harry wrapped his arms around his lover and nudged his head against Draco’s neck. Draco could feel soft, warm kisses being placed against the cold skin of his collarbone. Slowly those warm lips and tongue began moving up his neck. He tilted his head back to give Harry more access. It felt terrific.
A soft hum came out of his throat and Harry gave a little chuckle before his mouth returned to make little sucking bites against Draco’s jugular. Warm hands moved up under his skirt. They began to message his buttocks. He wanted to stay mad at Harry, but he could feel his traitorous cock begin to swell from the erotic message.
As he began to turn and Apparate them back to the manor, Draco closed his eyes and imagined a number of ways Harry could begin to make it up to him.
Author: lolafalola
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: cross-dressing, mild mention of possible bestiality
Word count: ~1300
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and her minions own everything related to Harry Potter and his magical world. I make no money from this paltry piece of Potterotica.
Summary: Draco finds himself in a predicament walking alone in a dark forest.
Author's Notes: This is unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. It's a bit rough.
If someone can think of a title, please let me know.
This is written for enchanted-jae monthly drabble challenge. The prompt is: You must be joking.
Draco had been walking along through the dense forest for over an hour, yet he was no closer to his destination. The coming of night brought with it a cold, harsh wind from the north. A chill was settling into his bones and he began to imagine blazing fires burning in his hearth, and the enveloping caress of his lover’s arms.
The skirt that fluttered around his thighs was much shorter and the fabric thinner than the robes he was used to wearing. The hem kept snagged in the thorny underbrush as he walked. It was now all ripped and torn making his outfit look scraggly and unkempt. He had abandoned the longer, crimson cape about a half hour earlier. It kept getting caught in the low hanging tree branches, causing him to gasp and almost choke to death the last time.
He thought about giving up on this adventure and Disapparating home when he heard the sharp snap of a branch less than ten feet from him to his left. On instinct, he pulled his wand and had it pointed in the direction of the noise, but he couldn’t see past the tip of his glowing wand. The full moon provided little illumination, as its rays were unable to penetrate the cloud’s thick canopy.
A slow movement close to the ground, like death’s shadow, began to come toward him, and he felt his heart speed up as he worked to steady his hand. Whatever it was it was breathing heavily. A low growl began to ebb closer in the darkness as a pair of piercing green eyes came into view.
Draco tried to step back and was ready to turn and flee, when his heel caught on a protruding rock and he stumbled backwards to the ground. The skirt moved up, just above his naked groin and felt more than scared, he felt exposed as well. When he placed his hands flat on the ground, he realized that his wand had flown out of his hand during the fall. He was defenseless.
A burst of wind, flew past him and he looked up to see the clouds part. The moon’s rays were filtering through the bare October branches, as he was now able to see the predator. It wasn’t an animal, and it wasn’t a human either. It was a werewolf.
His mouth felt dry.
Quickly, Draco moved to his hands and knees as he began to feel around for his wand. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Whatever possessed him to come here was gone and now he just wanted to flee to the safety of Malfoy Manor.
For one fateful moment, he forgot about the object of his fear as his hand wrapped around the familiar hawthorn wood. He began to sigh in relief when he felt something wet nudging up his skirt. What could only be a rough, wet, tongue made a broad swipe of the crack of his naked ass crack. The werewolf was licking him, preparing to devour its meal. Had he found his wand too late?
He heard a menacing growl and he tried to get up to his knees when a pair of paws pushed down on his back, forcing him to catch himself on his hands before his face hit the ground. The paws scratched up his back as the creature moved further up between his legs. It stopped when he felt fur against his backside. Unfortunately, fur wasn’t the only thing he felt, as something hard and smooth rubbed closer to his puckered opening.
The feel of the werewolf’s prick jolted him like a lightening bolt to his senses. It was time to reach within him and use the self-preservation skills any decent Slytherin would have utilized long ago. He jerked his head and body up, and felt the werewolf tumble away. A mild yelp could be heard and he smirked at the sound. He got to his feet and brushed off the dirt from his clothes, knees, and other body parts.
Draco Malfoy had had enough of this nonsense.
He turned, wand held firmly in hand, as he pointed it at his attacker. A deep growl came from the beast and it crouched back ready to pounce. Draco, though, had no fear. With a determined look, he faced his opponent and began his own attack.
“You must be joking, Potter?” he drawled. “Whatever you had planned is not destined for failure.” He sneered, and began to make a noise like a growl of his own.
There was a burst of magic and where there had been a wolf, now stood Harry Potter looking confused and astonished at his lover’s emergence of a backbone.
“This is not going to happen tonight, Harry. First of all, you were late. Then you approached me from the wrong direction and finally, you didn’t give me near the rimming you had promised.
“If you think you can assault me in a dark forest and attempt to fuck me unprepared and unlubed without a proper tongue-lashing, then you have another thing coming.
“You’re the one who wanted to play out the whole Red Riding hood fantasy. You’ve been talking about it non-stop ever since you’ve found out your Animagus form was a wolf. What is your excuse this time for being so late and rushed?” Draco asked. He made it a point to not only keep his wand trained on his lover, but to poke him in the chest at every opportunity. After he had finished his lecture, there were at least five singed marks in Harry’s favorite Weasley jumper. Knowing it was now ruined made Draco feel a little better.
Instead of being upset about the sweater, Harry had the decency to look ashamed. Draco was right and they both knew it.
“Hermione called through the Floo with some questions about the Dobson case,” Harry began to mumble. Draco had to strain to hear him, even though they stood less than three feet apart.
“I tried to tell her that we’d talk about it tomorrow before the trial started, but she wouldn’t go away until she felt she knew some of the answers.
“I’m sorry, Draco. I tried to get away, I really did.” Harry’s head hung low and he was beginning to fidget with his hands. Draco saw him rub over that part of his hand that held the horrible Umbridge note, I must not tell lies. and his resolve broke a little at the gesture.
“Alright, I forgive you this time, but don’t think I’ll be willing to do this again any time soon. I’m cold and tired. My skirt’s a mess and I just want to cuddle up in front of a blazing fire and get warm.”
Harry’s head jerked up, his face was beaming. “Thank you, Draco. I’ll think of some way to make this up to you. I promise.”
Harry wrapped his arms around his lover and nudged his head against Draco’s neck. Draco could feel soft, warm kisses being placed against the cold skin of his collarbone. Slowly those warm lips and tongue began moving up his neck. He tilted his head back to give Harry more access. It felt terrific.
A soft hum came out of his throat and Harry gave a little chuckle before his mouth returned to make little sucking bites against Draco’s jugular. Warm hands moved up under his skirt. They began to message his buttocks. He wanted to stay mad at Harry, but he could feel his traitorous cock begin to swell from the erotic message.
As he began to turn and Apparate them back to the manor, Draco closed his eyes and imagined a number of ways Harry could begin to make it up to him.