FICLET: War Orphans - 9 (Dean/Draco)
Title: War orphans - 9
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: when the clock strikes one
Rating: R (it's more explicit than implicit but I don't think it's MA/NC-17 - let me know if I should cut a paragraph down)
Word count: 1036.... *puppy eyes*
AN: Part nine of thirteen. Warnings for teenage fumbling and silly dialogues.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 9
Draco couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had stayed at the library until even the Seventh years were kicked out and hidden for the remaining hour or so in their secret stairway - So much for getting some sleep. At ten to one he peered round the corner to see that the Fat Lady was indeed looking bored to death and she soon stood up to disappear past the edge of the frame. He stayed put, waiting for Dean to show up. After what felt like ages, the canvas moved and he edged closer.
“You there?”
“Yeah,” he whispered back.
Dean’s arm shot through the opening and yanked him in, pulling Draco’s cloak over his head to cross a very red-looking common room. They hurried up stairs and stopped in front of the boys seventh year dorm. They cast a silencing charm on Draco’s shoes and Dean carefully opened the door. They weren’t all asleep inside, judging by the lights that filtered through one of the four-poster beds, but all curtains were drawn. They crept in, holding their breaths, and slid behind Dean’s curtains hurriedly. Dean cast another set of silencing and locking charms.
Then they grinned like idiots.
“Told you it would work.”
“There were people in the common room,” Draco pointed out.
“I know, but they were too busy snogging to pay attention.”
That was probably true.
“Everything’s red,” Draco said scrunching up his nose.
“Like your dorms don’t have green curtains.”
“They do, but our common room isn’t that green. Even the bloody floor is red!”
Dean didn’t argue. He just grinned. It was fun. He had this childish satisfaction of having managed to sneak someone into his dorms and knowing he would get away with it. He noticed Draco wasn’t wearing his tie and felt a pang of disappointment. He frowned and leaned forward to tug Draco’s uniform robes open by the collar.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“You’re in your pyjamas,” Dean said matter-of-factly.
“Yes,” Draco drawled. “So are you.”
“I thought you weren’t going back to your dorms.”
“I got bored waiting, so I changed.”
Dean sat back, making a show of being disappointed.
“And there I was thinking I’d watch you strip for me,” he pouted.
Draco snorted. “And that is exactly why I changed before coming up here.”
“You are no fun.”
“I will not strip in a room full of Gryffindors - curtains or no curtains.”
“Wanna bet?”
They glared at each other. And then Dean sighed. “I got bored too. And we have classes tomorrow. This seventh year is killing me.”
Draco gave him a weak smile and shrugged off his robes to fold them into his school bag. He made sure nothing Slytherinish was visible and let it slip to the floor, pushing it blindly under the bed along with his shoes. Dean watched him move. When Draco turned to him he watched him too. He looked thoughtful and drawn. Dean could feel his gaze studying his body, stumbling upon the pattern of his handball T-shirt. He raised a hand to Draco’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Draco followed his lead and crawled on all fours over him, leaning down to take care of his lips.
“I’m not expecting a good night’s sleep, you know,” Draco whispered in-between kisses. “I just didn’t want my shirt to be a mess...”
A cheap comment crossed Dean’s mind but the word “mess” falling from Draco’s lips against his was giving him far more inspiring thoughts. He grabbed him by the waist and rolled them over so that they were both lying face to face, and slipped a leg between Draco’s. The contact made them both gasp. They had already groped and teased each other in hidden corners, but this was much more… comfortable.
He opened a button of Draco’s top and buried his face in the crook of his neck, nibbling and trailing open-mouthed kisses along the bony lines he was slowly and surely becoming very fond of. He heard the blond’s breath catch in his throat. Draco was holding onto the waistband of his shorts. When they went back to snogging, he felt the hand slip in his pants with no hint of hesitation.
Hell yeah, he thought, groaning and shifting to do the same.
Feeling Draco hardening under his fingers made him unbelievably aroused. They tugged their clothes down and shuffled closer so that their cocks were touching and they could rub against each other freely. Dean’s hand went back up to grab Draco’s hair and he claimed his mouth into a searing kiss; the boy moaned, and after a moment of indecision, he took both of them in his hand, stroking hard, just the right way.
“Make us come,” Dean pleaded under his breath. “Come for me.”
He grabbed his butt to hold him close, holding back as long as he could. Draco’s first shudder was enough to send him along over the edge. Not trusting his silencing charms enough to let himself cry out, he squeezed his eyes shut and breathed it all out, lightheaded with Draco’s soft groans muffled between them.
Draco let go. Dean reached for his wand on the covers and turned out the Lumos to cast a couple of cleaning charms. When the Lumos was back he saw Draco watching him with glinting gray eyes. Dean grinned back and pulled his pyjama bottoms back on before snuggling under the covers, trying to make room for Draco in the full-size bed. They snogged some more, but they were out before they could contemplate going for another round.
…
“Dean…” someone whispered.
Dean frowned as said someone was shaking him a little too roughly by the shoulder. Feeling Draco squirming restlessly beside him, he reluctantly opened his eyes and straightened up. Draco’s clothes and hair were rumpled. It was kind of sexy. Freaking hilarious. Wait. He also looked worried.
“What’s the matter?”
Draco turned to look at him with wild eyes and Dean heard one of his roommates rummaging through his trunk, mumbling something that was muffled through the curtains. Shit.
“How am I going to get out?” Draco mouthed.
They did not think that through.
Back to part 8 --- Part 10
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: when the clock strikes one
Rating: R (it's more explicit than implicit but I don't think it's MA/NC-17 - let me know if I should cut a paragraph down)
Word count: 1036.... *puppy eyes*
AN: Part nine of thirteen. Warnings for teenage fumbling and silly dialogues.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 9
Draco couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had stayed at the library until even the Seventh years were kicked out and hidden for the remaining hour or so in their secret stairway - So much for getting some sleep. At ten to one he peered round the corner to see that the Fat Lady was indeed looking bored to death and she soon stood up to disappear past the edge of the frame. He stayed put, waiting for Dean to show up. After what felt like ages, the canvas moved and he edged closer.
“You there?”
“Yeah,” he whispered back.
Dean’s arm shot through the opening and yanked him in, pulling Draco’s cloak over his head to cross a very red-looking common room. They hurried up stairs and stopped in front of the boys seventh year dorm. They cast a silencing charm on Draco’s shoes and Dean carefully opened the door. They weren’t all asleep inside, judging by the lights that filtered through one of the four-poster beds, but all curtains were drawn. They crept in, holding their breaths, and slid behind Dean’s curtains hurriedly. Dean cast another set of silencing and locking charms.
Then they grinned like idiots.
“Told you it would work.”
“There were people in the common room,” Draco pointed out.
“I know, but they were too busy snogging to pay attention.”
That was probably true.
“Everything’s red,” Draco said scrunching up his nose.
“Like your dorms don’t have green curtains.”
“They do, but our common room isn’t that green. Even the bloody floor is red!”
Dean didn’t argue. He just grinned. It was fun. He had this childish satisfaction of having managed to sneak someone into his dorms and knowing he would get away with it. He noticed Draco wasn’t wearing his tie and felt a pang of disappointment. He frowned and leaned forward to tug Draco’s uniform robes open by the collar.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked suspiciously.
“You’re in your pyjamas,” Dean said matter-of-factly.
“Yes,” Draco drawled. “So are you.”
“I thought you weren’t going back to your dorms.”
“I got bored waiting, so I changed.”
Dean sat back, making a show of being disappointed.
“And there I was thinking I’d watch you strip for me,” he pouted.
Draco snorted. “And that is exactly why I changed before coming up here.”
“You are no fun.”
“I will not strip in a room full of Gryffindors - curtains or no curtains.”
“Wanna bet?”
They glared at each other. And then Dean sighed. “I got bored too. And we have classes tomorrow. This seventh year is killing me.”
Draco gave him a weak smile and shrugged off his robes to fold them into his school bag. He made sure nothing Slytherinish was visible and let it slip to the floor, pushing it blindly under the bed along with his shoes. Dean watched him move. When Draco turned to him he watched him too. He looked thoughtful and drawn. Dean could feel his gaze studying his body, stumbling upon the pattern of his handball T-shirt. He raised a hand to Draco’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Draco followed his lead and crawled on all fours over him, leaning down to take care of his lips.
“I’m not expecting a good night’s sleep, you know,” Draco whispered in-between kisses. “I just didn’t want my shirt to be a mess...”
A cheap comment crossed Dean’s mind but the word “mess” falling from Draco’s lips against his was giving him far more inspiring thoughts. He grabbed him by the waist and rolled them over so that they were both lying face to face, and slipped a leg between Draco’s. The contact made them both gasp. They had already groped and teased each other in hidden corners, but this was much more… comfortable.
He opened a button of Draco’s top and buried his face in the crook of his neck, nibbling and trailing open-mouthed kisses along the bony lines he was slowly and surely becoming very fond of. He heard the blond’s breath catch in his throat. Draco was holding onto the waistband of his shorts. When they went back to snogging, he felt the hand slip in his pants with no hint of hesitation.
Hell yeah, he thought, groaning and shifting to do the same.
Feeling Draco hardening under his fingers made him unbelievably aroused. They tugged their clothes down and shuffled closer so that their cocks were touching and they could rub against each other freely. Dean’s hand went back up to grab Draco’s hair and he claimed his mouth into a searing kiss; the boy moaned, and after a moment of indecision, he took both of them in his hand, stroking hard, just the right way.
“Make us come,” Dean pleaded under his breath. “Come for me.”
He grabbed his butt to hold him close, holding back as long as he could. Draco’s first shudder was enough to send him along over the edge. Not trusting his silencing charms enough to let himself cry out, he squeezed his eyes shut and breathed it all out, lightheaded with Draco’s soft groans muffled between them.
Draco let go. Dean reached for his wand on the covers and turned out the Lumos to cast a couple of cleaning charms. When the Lumos was back he saw Draco watching him with glinting gray eyes. Dean grinned back and pulled his pyjama bottoms back on before snuggling under the covers, trying to make room for Draco in the full-size bed. They snogged some more, but they were out before they could contemplate going for another round.
…
“Dean…” someone whispered.
Dean frowned as said someone was shaking him a little too roughly by the shoulder. Feeling Draco squirming restlessly beside him, he reluctantly opened his eyes and straightened up. Draco’s clothes and hair were rumpled. It was kind of sexy. Freaking hilarious. Wait. He also looked worried.
“What’s the matter?”
Draco turned to look at him with wild eyes and Dean heard one of his roommates rummaging through his trunk, mumbling something that was muffled through the curtains. Shit.
“How am I going to get out?” Draco mouthed.
They did not think that through.
Back to part 8 --- Part 10