Drabbles 'n Things (H/D, G-NC-17)
Title: Drabbles 'n Things
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 200 words or fewer, each drabble
Rating: G - NC-17
Warning: No beta.
Summary: Various hd_boardgame postings for the week of February 27th. Each drabble is <200 words; sorted by type - smut, limericks, general, angst (3 of each).
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
Smut #1 (night clubs)
Harry entered the club, one thing on his mind. He had heard the blonde was here, and he meant to find him. It had been four years since last he saw Draco Malfoy. And the day after he left town, Harry realized that he wanted him. Wanted to possess him, wanted to own him. And now he would.
Among the writhing bodies on the dance floor, it wasn't hard to pick him out of the crowd. He was the centre of attention. Well, really, what did Harry expect?
Pushing his way through the crowd, he grabbed Draco by the wrist, and pulled him against his body. They melded into one, grinding and flowing like they had been born to do this. They made their way off the dance floor, through the crowd, and out into the alley behind the club. Still moving to the beat of the music, Harry got his wish.
Smut #2 (night clubs)
"God, Draco!"
"Really, Potter, you don't have to call me God. I mean I know I'm good -- "
"Shut up!"
"Make me."
Harry got a smirk on his face that would rival Draco's own, and make any Malfoy proud. He lunged forward, to take Draco's mouth, plunging his tongue in mercilessly. It was messy, it was rough, and God it felt great.
Still outside, in a dark alleyway outside a muggle club, the two men fought for dominance. Eventually, Harry won, and Draco found himself down on his knees, Harry's cock throbbing halfway down his throat.
Oh, yes, thought Harry. Coming here was the best idea I've had in a long time.
Smut #3 (night clubs)
Harry and Draco made their way back into the club, both rather rough around the edges, but decidedly satisfied with their romp in the alleyway.
"So, Potter, come here often?"
Harry laughed, despite the sad attempt at small-talk. "Really, Malfoy, is that the best conversation you can come up with?" he asked as he ordered them two double scotches from the bar.
They downed the drinks and made their way onto the dance floor. It wasn't long before the beat of the music, the movement of their bodies, the grinding of their groins, left them both in a state of arousal again.
"Take me home, Harry. And fuck me 'til I can't see straight."
"Now THAT's what I call a conversation." And Harry did just that.
Limerick #1
There once was a castle so fair,
Hidden from muggles who dare,
Try to break the wards,
And knock down the boards,
They won't know what hits them, I swear!
Limerick #2
They both went to Hogwarts, that's right.
They started out wanting to fight.
But learn to get along they did,
And in cupboards they hid,
And had a shag or two every night.
Limerick #3
Harry, Harry, won't you come here?
The girls surrounded him, called and cheered.
No thanks he did say,
For our hero is gay.
And gorgeous Draco did he revere.
Gen #1
"Do we have to?" whined Draco.
"Yes, Dear."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, don't start with the 'yes dear,' Harry. I'm not your wife."
"Well, I dunno. I think you could rival Hermione in the whining department."
Harry soon found out what else Draco could rival Hermione in, as he was sent to sleep on the couch for the night.
Gen #2
"Today, class," Snape droned on. "I expect you to work in partners. Opposing houses." His lips formed a sinister smirk that Harry just knew didn't bode well for the Gryffindors in the room. However, something Snape didn't know - well, nobody knew - was that he and Draco were getting along ... rather well these days.
So when he paired the two former rivals together, thinking he had made Harry's day that much worse, Harry whispered a quiet 'thanks' to Draco, for suggesting they keep things quiet for a time. Dating a Slytherin certainly has its perks.
Gen #3
Harry couldn't believe he'd allowed Seamus to drag him to this barbecue.
"You need to get out," he had said. "It's pathetic the way you stay holed up in that house of yours. You're young, mate. You should at least talk to other people"
"I talk to people plenty," was his reply, but it didn't stop the pestering. Eventually, he relented, if only to get Seamus off his back.
As he waited for his butterbeer at the bar, he felt a body edge close to his, and he saw an arm land either side of his on the bar top. A faint whisper, accompanied by a breath of warm air tickled his ear. "Can I buy you a drink?" came a familiar voice.
Note to self - thank Seamus.
Angst #1 (unforgettable)
Hoping against hope that it wasn't true, Harry took a tentative step into the makeshift hospital ward in the Great Hall. There had been so many injuries from the battles of the second war that they had converted the Great Hall into a treatment room.
As he stepped around the partition, his heart jumped into his throat. There was Draco, paler than he'd ever been before, except for the bright red slices gracing his face and torso.
"Why?" was all Harry could say through his tears. He would never forget the picture of a broken Draco.
Angst #2 (unforgettable)
Unforgettable - that's what he is to you. But to countless others, he's just a name on a plaque in a hall in a school that people only visit once a year, during the memorial service.
But to you he was everything. He was your salvation, your lifeline, your reason for making the decision you did, charting the course your life took. But in the end, it was you that was left. That's not the way it was meant to be. He was supposed to save everybody, including himself. How could things have gone so wrong?
Now you are left with nothing but memories.
Angst #3 (unforgettable)
It was something they had fought about again and again. They just couldn't get past it. And it had eventually meant the end.
Harry watched Draco get dressed for the last time, as he prepared to leave their flat, leave his life, for good.
He looked at the scar decorating his lover's - ex-lover's - chest. That day would be etched in his mind forever. The day he almost killed Draco was unforgettable - unforgivable.
Only it wasn't Draco that couldn't forgive, it was Harry. He had apologized over and over again, until Draco couldn't take it any more. "I can't live like this, Harry. I can't have you pitying me for the rest of our lives. It's time to move on."
And now that's just what Draco was doing.