Day 3 may madness
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 3
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Ginny
Word Count: 555
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'd, Wanking and naked men
Challenge: didn't qualify
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Draco was off getting drinks. Harry looked down the table. Blaise and Ginny were engrossed in each other. He imagined theirs would be the next engagement announced; elopement was not going to be an option for the only Weasley girl. He was happy for her and grateful as well.
They'd tried dating again once Ginny finished at Hogwarts. It hadn't gone to plan at all. After a fairly lukewarm start, Ginny had insisted they go to a club. She thought drinking and dancing would loosen him up a bit and she was too right. They'd come of the dance floor and were sipping drinks and chatting, well Ginny was chatting.
"Harry!" She demanded.
"Sorry, what?"
"Stop drooling! What part were you looking at the front or the back?" Ginny pursed her lips.
"Front of back?" He asked dumbly.
"The bloke in the leather trousers, your tongue was hanging out." She reached for Harry's lap. "You weren't hard when we came off the dance floor."
His mouth struggled to form words. He wanted to lick that leather covered arse. The words still didn't come out. No, he didn't want to lick he wanted to put his stiff prick between those leather covered thighs. His mind was mush. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to shove her hand away.
"Ok." She looked him in the eye. "You're going to get up and go to the men's. Have a good look about, don't stare. Think about what you want. Not what I want, not what everyone expects. What you want."
"But, I can't just look, no one looks."
"Harry, I grew up with five brothers. They all look, size up the competition and such. Just go do it." Ginny gave him her best Molly look.
"But…"
"Your bollocks are centimeters from my fingers, I know exactly what to do." She threatened.
He put his hands up in mock surrender and got up from the table. A planned formed as he entered the loo. He headed straight for the sinks and washed his hands and messed with his hair as he glanced about.
The running water, the pissing at the urninals and all of a sudden he was back in a Quidditch locker room back in fifth year. He was about to go shower when he saw a seventh year Ravenclaw completely naked holding his prick and pissing. Harry watched his arse flex, his fingers twitch and he was rock hard in a second. Somehow, he managed to get to one of the cubicles and wanked himself fast and hard. It took mere moments before he came in his hand. Tears leaked out of his eyes, he couldn't like blokes, he just couldn't. So he cleaned himself up and shoved the memory and thoughts down as far as he could. Harry Potter would have his own family someday.
He was as bent as a sapling in a hurricane. Apparently, Ginny had figured it out before he had. It was time to face the music. The music, as it happened, wasn't too bad and now years later she had Blaise.
"Hey Harry!" Neville grinned.
"Hey Neville." Harry stood and reached for his hand.
"Have you met Hannah?"
Harry laughed. "We went to school together."
Neville laughed along with and turned slightly pink.
Draco was on his way back.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco, Blaise/Ginny
Word Count: 555
Rating: R
Warnings: Unbeta'd, Wanking and naked men
Challenge: didn't qualify
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Draco was off getting drinks. Harry looked down the table. Blaise and Ginny were engrossed in each other. He imagined theirs would be the next engagement announced; elopement was not going to be an option for the only Weasley girl. He was happy for her and grateful as well.
They'd tried dating again once Ginny finished at Hogwarts. It hadn't gone to plan at all. After a fairly lukewarm start, Ginny had insisted they go to a club. She thought drinking and dancing would loosen him up a bit and she was too right. They'd come of the dance floor and were sipping drinks and chatting, well Ginny was chatting.
"Harry!" She demanded.
"Sorry, what?"
"Stop drooling! What part were you looking at the front or the back?" Ginny pursed her lips.
"Front of back?" He asked dumbly.
"The bloke in the leather trousers, your tongue was hanging out." She reached for Harry's lap. "You weren't hard when we came off the dance floor."
His mouth struggled to form words. He wanted to lick that leather covered arse. The words still didn't come out. No, he didn't want to lick he wanted to put his stiff prick between those leather covered thighs. His mind was mush. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to shove her hand away.
"Ok." She looked him in the eye. "You're going to get up and go to the men's. Have a good look about, don't stare. Think about what you want. Not what I want, not what everyone expects. What you want."
"But, I can't just look, no one looks."
"Harry, I grew up with five brothers. They all look, size up the competition and such. Just go do it." Ginny gave him her best Molly look.
"But…"
"Your bollocks are centimeters from my fingers, I know exactly what to do." She threatened.
He put his hands up in mock surrender and got up from the table. A planned formed as he entered the loo. He headed straight for the sinks and washed his hands and messed with his hair as he glanced about.
The running water, the pissing at the urninals and all of a sudden he was back in a Quidditch locker room back in fifth year. He was about to go shower when he saw a seventh year Ravenclaw completely naked holding his prick and pissing. Harry watched his arse flex, his fingers twitch and he was rock hard in a second. Somehow, he managed to get to one of the cubicles and wanked himself fast and hard. It took mere moments before he came in his hand. Tears leaked out of his eyes, he couldn't like blokes, he just couldn't. So he cleaned himself up and shoved the memory and thoughts down as far as he could. Harry Potter would have his own family someday.
He was as bent as a sapling in a hurricane. Apparently, Ginny had figured it out before he had. It was time to face the music. The music, as it happened, wasn't too bad and now years later she had Blaise.
"Hey Harry!" Neville grinned.
"Hey Neville." Harry stood and reached for his hand.
"Have you met Hannah?"
Harry laughed. "We went to school together."
Neville laughed along with and turned slightly pink.
Draco was on his way back.