DRABBLE: War Orphans - 7 (Dean/Draco)
Title: War orphans - 7
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: swirling to nowhere
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 412
AN: Part seven of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below. Warning for Kiss Without Plot.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 7
They packed their stuff and walked out of the library nearly an hour earlier than they had originally planned to. They still had a couple of days left to finish that chapter so it didn’t matter, and Dean was happy to oblige. Draco looked his usual shuttered self as they finally reached the exit and walked out into the dark, chilly corridor.
“Where do you want to go?” Dean asked, still half-whispering though they weren’t in the library anymore. Draco looked around and walked over to a tapestry at the other end of the corridor. He pressed his hands against the thick fabric until he found the opening he was looking for.
“Over here.”
Dean followed him into what appeared to be a hidden stairway. Draco had lit his wand and stopped a couple of steps down.
“Short-cut to the Potions lab,” he said. “I found it a while ago.”
He had dropped his bag at his feet, so Dean did the same. They looked at each other. He watched as an amused smile broke on Draco’s face and only then did realize that he was grinning like silly. He shook his head. Then he stepped over to Draco and their lips met for a real, private kiss.
Apparently chaste was on neither of their agendas. Within seconds, they were nipping at each other’s lips, and flicking their tongues teasingly against one another’s. It was a far cry from the gross, messy or clumsy first kisses Dean had experienced in his earlier teens, and he had to chuckle against Draco’s mouth; this felt so right; “not being friends” was the best idea he ever had. There was a brief pause when Draco tucked his wand away before drawing Dean closer with both hands just above his waist; their legs touched, their hands wandered, Dean set about to explore the feel of Draco’s skin in the dark, tracing his neck and cheeks with his fingers as they found a pace that made them both shudder.
The kiss deepened and Dean felt dizzy; Draco’s hand now on the side of his neck, and the other one that had settled on his waistband were miraculous. He wanted to drown into him.
“So you’re not straight?” Dean said under his breath.
“Of course not, Dean.”
Still in a daze, Dean shook his head at his own stupid question and started to make up for it by putting his tongue to better use and kissing him again.
Back to part 6 --- Part 8
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: swirling to nowhere
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 412
AN: Part seven of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below. Warning for Kiss Without Plot.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 7
They packed their stuff and walked out of the library nearly an hour earlier than they had originally planned to. They still had a couple of days left to finish that chapter so it didn’t matter, and Dean was happy to oblige. Draco looked his usual shuttered self as they finally reached the exit and walked out into the dark, chilly corridor.
“Where do you want to go?” Dean asked, still half-whispering though they weren’t in the library anymore. Draco looked around and walked over to a tapestry at the other end of the corridor. He pressed his hands against the thick fabric until he found the opening he was looking for.
“Over here.”
Dean followed him into what appeared to be a hidden stairway. Draco had lit his wand and stopped a couple of steps down.
“Short-cut to the Potions lab,” he said. “I found it a while ago.”
He had dropped his bag at his feet, so Dean did the same. They looked at each other. He watched as an amused smile broke on Draco’s face and only then did realize that he was grinning like silly. He shook his head. Then he stepped over to Draco and their lips met for a real, private kiss.
Apparently chaste was on neither of their agendas. Within seconds, they were nipping at each other’s lips, and flicking their tongues teasingly against one another’s. It was a far cry from the gross, messy or clumsy first kisses Dean had experienced in his earlier teens, and he had to chuckle against Draco’s mouth; this felt so right; “not being friends” was the best idea he ever had. There was a brief pause when Draco tucked his wand away before drawing Dean closer with both hands just above his waist; their legs touched, their hands wandered, Dean set about to explore the feel of Draco’s skin in the dark, tracing his neck and cheeks with his fingers as they found a pace that made them both shudder.
The kiss deepened and Dean felt dizzy; Draco’s hand now on the side of his neck, and the other one that had settled on his waistband were miraculous. He wanted to drown into him.
“So you’re not straight?” Dean said under his breath.
“Of course not, Dean.”
Still in a daze, Dean shook his head at his own stupid question and started to make up for it by putting his tongue to better use and kissing him again.
Back to part 6 --- Part 8